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Hardest Choice Ch. 03

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*Author’s note: This story is about a contest. Please leave comments on whom you’d like to vote for to win. Then I’ll write a story using your choice as Brad’s.

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The rest of the morning and afternoon were uneventful, if filled with tension. As Brad spent his day doing his normal summer stuff, playing on the computer and doing his summer homework and working out, his family acted normal too. The twins were lazy, flipping through piles of Cosmos and trying new makeup and hairstyles on each other. Stella was working on a summer project for her art class. His mom was watching a Lifetime marathon of chick flicks. Laële was outside in the shade, reading some big fat important looking book.

As he went about his business, occasionally he ran into one of them. The situation was incredibly awkward, because whenever he saw one of them, automatically his memory of whatever they’d done together popped up vividly. When it was time for dinner, Brad decided that the best way to keep his thoughts from turning him into a blushing, stuttering idiot would be to concentrate on the food. He didn’t talk to any of the girls unless they asked him a direct question, and looked at them as little as possible. He had never thought about spaghetti so much in his life.

When dinner was over, everyone went off by themselves again. His mom was cleaning up, Laële was working out in the garage, and Stella was glued to the television, which was displaying a close up of Orlando Bloom at that moment. He had no idea where the twins were; probably off taking care of each other. He sat down to watch Pirates of the Caribbean with Stella. Surprisingly, she made no attempt to seduce him. The movie was a welcome break form his never ending stream of thoughts of his situation.

The credits began rolling, and Brad went to his room. He was startled when he walked in. All the lights were off inside, but he could still see, for there were two dozen long slender red candles giving off a faint hint of cinnamon lit throughout the room. The beautifully flickering illumination revealed a multitude of perfect red roses strewn about.

And the twins were sitting provocatively on his bed, both in black lacy teddies. They both had the flawlessly groomed dirty blonde hair down long, Tasha’s curled in sexy ringlets and Tara’s smooth, straight, and silky. They had a little makeup on that made their bright blue eyes sparkle and shine and stand out even more and their lips look full and so kissable . . . and ready for other things. The teddies were satiny and moved over their skin like airy whispers. The teddies had slightly revealing necklines, teasing him with bits of cleavage here and there, those 36D breasts with their hard nipples underneath the sexy fabric. The fabric stopped at mid thigh, not short enough for his desperate gaze. He was already very big and hard, the setting creating such an erotic aura, with the twins the focus of the vibes of the environment.

He gaped at them for a moment, feeling as if he were in a dream. Then he sat in his chair to watch what they would do next, because he was sure that things were going to heat up.

Brad was right. As soon as he settled into his chair and got comfortable, readjusting the anticipatory erection in his pants, the twins looked at each other. Tasha took Tara’s face in her hands, then moved in for a kiss. Tasha licked Tara’s lips, and sucked them, and nibbled them. She sucked Tara’s tongue into her own mouth, making Tara moan in delight.

Tasha kissed down Tara’s chin, to her neck. She sucked and nibbled the beautiful curve where Tara’s neck met her shoulder. She licked down a little further until the teddy blocked her oral journey. Tasha slipped the straps off from over Tara’s shoulders, and the top of the teddy fell down. But since they were sitting on the bed, it didn’t come all the way off. It stopped at the waist, showing off those voluptuous boobs but hiding the one cunt in the house Brad hadn’t fucked.

Since the teddy no longer held her back, Tasha started in on Tara’s tits. She ran a light teasing finger over the skin, stopping and moving away from the nipple often, making Tara beg for it. Then, in the middle of a gentle caress, she all of a sudden stopped and gave the nipple a hard pinch. Tara gasped and jumped a little, but Brad could tell she’d enjoyed it. Tasha kept pinching, then brought her mouth down to nibble on it. Her teeth gently enclosed around the hard nipple and she gnawed on it ever so slightly, ever so lightly. Her tongue flicked out and she licked all over Tara’s breasts. Tara gave a low, long moan.

Brad unzipped and began stroking himself for the second time that day. Tara laid down, stretched out in front of him, and Tasha slipped Tara’s teddy all the way off. There Tara sat, naked and gorgeous, long hair and striking blue eyes, tanned and toned. And very much full of desire. Her whimpers were lusty and pleading. Tasha ran her hand over Tara’s foot, massaging it. She traveled up the sexy calf, over her knee, up to her mid thigh. Here she stopped, making Tara cry out in want, in need. She ran a careless finger over the sariyer escort skin of her inner thigh, so gentle, teasing, almost tickling, sending shivers through Tara’s body. Tasha put both hands on Tara, one on each leg, and teased her with wandering thumbs. Just as Tara was about to scream in frustration, Tasha easily slipped in a finger, fully inside, using her other hand to roll circles over Tara’s clit. So instead of desire, Tara’s scream was of satisfaction. As suddenly as she had started, Tasha stopped. She slipped of her own teddy, and now Brad was seeing double. She positioned herself along Tara’s body, but antiparallel, with Tasha on top, giving Brad a beautiful view of his twin sisters in a 69.

Now Tasha continued pleasing Tara, again inserting a finger and stimulating her clit. Tara, with Tasha above her, spread the legs above her head and licked the slit between the two lips. Now both sisters were moaning in pleasure, Tara as she licked her sister and was fingered, vice versa for Tasha. Tara’s tongue was driving away at Tasha’s clit, fast and hard, flicking, rubbing, with as much force as she could put into her tongue. Meanwhile, Tasha was fucking Tara’s cunt with three fingers and using her other hand to flick and rub at Tara’s clit.

Brad pumped away harder and harder as his twin sisters fucked each other manually and orally harder and harder. All three were gasping, moaning, grunting, lost in the feelings inside the erotic setting. Tara’s tongue disappeared inside Tara’s cunt as her own cunt was filled with fingers, and they pleased each others’ clits with more fingers. Brad saw Tara flicking and wriggling her tongue inside Tasha.

When Tasha felt the tongue inside her move, she shouldn’t hold it in anymore. She screamed and let go, shaking atop Tara, gripping her tongue with her clit. Tara, feeling the convulsing hand in her clit, cried out too, and they came together. Brad, watching their bodies spasming and rubbing against each other, hearing their bliss filled voices, surged and came as well. All three felt the supreme satisfaction of an orgasm, the girls barely able to think, they came so strongly. Then the room was silent except for the occasional gasp as they calmed down.

Once the twins had recovered, they pulled the teddies back on. They went around the room., swiftly blowing out the candles, and then left Brad alone in darkness. He sat still for a second, then put himself into his bed, which was still warm from them. It still smelled like them too, and the haunting scent of sex stayed with him, even in his sleep.

The next day, Monday, Brad awoke early. He dealt with his now-usual morning hard on quickly, cleaned up, ate a brief breakfast, and ran out of the house for morning practice. He was afraid that if he lingered, he’d get distracted.

At practice, his coach told him to watch any videotapes he had of himself swimming, the more recent the better, to work on technique. It sounded like a good idea to Brad, who had a tape of the last meet. When he got home, though, he couldn’t find it. After a bit of searching, he realized it was in the VCR already. The label read “Brad, 6/29 + 7/6” (the dates of the meets) in Stella’s beautifully quirky handwriting. Stella was the one who recorded all his meets. Mostly it was because their mom and the twins were working, but also because Stella was the best person for it. She knew how to work the camera like a professional, and always got the shots Brad wanted. Brad grinned, remembering that there was more than one thing Stella knew how to do well.

He pushed play. The tape began tracking, and Brad frowned. What was this? It certainly wasn’t his swim meet. Actually, it looked like Stella’s room. Maybe she accidentally taped over his meet while playing with the camera, trying solve new recording tricks.

Oh fuck. This was no accident.

The camera was focused on Stella’s bed, that bed where he and Stella had fucked. Their fluids had flowed and mixed in that bed. Just the memory of it brought him to an erection.

Stella appeared now. Naked, she laid down on the bed. She spread her legs facing the camera, not wasting any time. Hands appeared now. Brad couldn’t tell whose hands they were, but the moment he didn’t much care. The hands were tying Stella to her bed, spreading her legs even more. Her cunt glistened a little, already wet in anticipation.

Brad pulled out his hard on and started stroking, his eyes never leaving the screen. A hand brought a huge thick long dildo into the picture. Stella raised her hips and it was placed, sticking up, underneath her. She brought her hips back down, slowly forcing the oversized rod inside herself, her ass, no lubrication. Brad could see what a close, tight fit it was. As Stella squirmed onto it, she cried out from the exertion. Another dildo, identical to the first, eight inches long, about as thick as his fingers making an OK sign, was pushed inside Stella’s cunt firmly.

He watched intensely. Hands entered the picture again. They tied clever little straps from the dildos around Stella, so that the big fat sticks wouldn’t slip eskort outside of her. One last toy was brought in. A small vibrator, the kind you strap onto the clit. It was affixed, to Stella’s great pleasure, and activated.

She cried out in lustful ecstasy. Immediately, her hips began moving, and she squirmed within her constraints. The hands that had appeared onscreen must’ve belonged to a male, because the same hands could be seen again, only now they were wrapped around the owner’s cock. He was stroking himself, as aroused as Brad was at the sight of Stella squirming, full of dildos. She moaned, squealed, gasped, and soon her hips were really bucking. Up and down her body thrust, but the dildos never slipped, and Stella stayed fully filled. Her cries grew higher and her gyrating motion more frantic until she screamed. Her back arched, thrusting her chest up and out, giving the camera a great view of the bases of the dildos stretching her little holes tight and the fluid leaking from her cunt. The nearby dick suddenly spurted, and Stella was covered in cum. She lie on her bed, panting, and licked a droplet of cum from her lips.

The vibrator was turned off. As Brad watched, the hand pulled the dildo from her ass, and he watched as her ass muscles clenched in response to the friction. Next, the dildo in her cunt was released. It slipped right out, covered in her juices.

At the sight of Stella’s liquids, Brad gave one last stroke and surged, cumming due to a homemade porno starring his little sister. He sat there, recovering for a few moments. Then he headed to the shower to wash his sticky self off.

A few days passed, and surprisingly to Brad, life went back to a semblance of normal. He supposed the girls were awaiting his decision. It was just the he’d never had to make such a tough choice; he wasn’t sure he could do it. Every time he thought he’d made up his mind and picked his choice, his fantasies wandered on to another and soon he was undecided again. So he went through his days slightly preoccupied, waiting for his mind to make itself up.

Of course, the women were all trying very hard to seduce him. He felt flattered, sexy, erotic. He had gotten over the fact that all of the women vying for his attention were closely related to him; in fact, it was now rather exciting to him. He was a bit frustrated, what with all the gorgeous girls around and the rule about him touching them, but he masturbated to them all the time.

There was just one thing. Well, to be precise, just one woman: Laële. She hadn’t tried at all to seduce Brad. He figured that she was playing hard to get, and that she would give in eventually. Yet after two weeks, she still had not advanced upon him. Brad was puzzled. One day, when all the other women were busy or not at home, he went to Laële’s room and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” her low voice asked.

“Brad,” he answered clearly, trying to sound cool and casual.

“Come in,” she told him, and so he did.

Her room was simple, elegant but tasteful, so fitting for her stately beauty. She sat on the bed reading.

“Can I sit down?” he asked. She nodded, and he sat, not too close to her.

“What’s up?” she asked, friendly but to the point.

“Well . . . uh,” he said, not having been quite sure what to say. “Um . . . so, uh, what do you think of this little . . . contest?”

She gazed at him steadily. “It’s a rather interesting concept, but I don’t need anyone to tell me who is or is not sexier than I am.”

He nodded in approval of her self esteem. “So, is that why you haven’t tried to, uh, influence my decision?”

“Brad, the reason why I haven’t done anything to influence your decision is because to me, that would defeat the point. That’s being slutty, not sexy. If I’m sexy, I don’t need to put myself out.”

“Oh, ok. I see,” he said respectfully. He hoped she realized that he really did understand and wasn’t mocking her. He was still curious, though. “So then what made you decide to join in the contest anyway?”

She smiled at him, just a small smile, but full of grace. “Like I said, it’s a fascinating idea. But the main reason is that I love sex.”

Brad’s eyes doubled in size. She went on.

“I get sick of being so calm all the time. I need a release. Sex is the one thing that can make me lose control, and I love that feeling. And I don’t want to be in a relationship. I know that sex with you is just sex, it’s not complicated. We just have a good time,” she explained.

“Oh,” he said, taking it all in, thinking about what she was saying.

“Plus,” she added teasingly, “you have such a big dick.” And she left him alone in her room.

He stayed up late that night, thinking hard. For hours he deliberated the merits of each woman, her pros and cons, what she offered, how she was sexy. Finally he reached a conclusion.

The next morning Brad let the women know that he wanted to call a family meeting. He told all the women that he’d decided and would let them know at the meeting who he had chosen. All of the women glowed in anticipation. He set the beyoglu escort meeting time at eight o’clock that night.

The day passed, seemingly so slowly to al of them. Finally the time arrived, and they all sat in the living room.

“Um, so,” Brad started off. “Just to let you know, it was really tough for me to make this decision. I mean, you’re all so beautiful and sexy. But, um, yeah, I chose one – or two,” he added, looking at the twins. “So, do I just tell you now?”

“Wait, Brad,” said his mom. “You’ve been really sweet about this whole thing, and we want to, you know, give back to you somehow.”

He nodded, wondering how they were going to thank him. Then all the women stood from the various couches and recliners they’d been sitting upon. Without speaking, without taking their eyes off of Brad, they all removed their shirts and pants. He stared in a state of pleasantly surprised lust: they were all wearing matching baby blue satin lingerie sets of bras and thongs.

His gaze passed over them all. His mom, her big breasts filling the bra cups, those big breasts that he had fucked. The twins, gorgeous youth in double, trendy and cute and toned. Stella, his wild girl, his uninhibited fuck, with a baby blue string covering the two holes he’d once filled. Laële, her elegance and sophistication so erotic when she was atop his cock.

They walked over to where he sat in a recliner. Laële and his mom began to undress him, slipping his shirt off. When he protested a little, they reassured him that this special thank you would not count against him, an exception to the rules of the contest. He relaxed and they continued to strip him. The four feminine hands slid over his bare skin lightly, sensually.

As Brad was being undressed, the twins and Stella engaged in a three way make out session. He watched their tongues move together, watched Tara suck on Stella’s lower lip, then her tongue. He saw Stella’s hand slide over Tasha’s stomach, to her breasts, over the smooth satin covering her lovely nipple.

He was naked. His mom and Laële guided him to a couch, and laid him down on his back, erection resting on his abdomen. All five women gathered around his body and then began to touch him. Their hands, their fingers all over his body. They were caressing his face, rubbing his shoulders, running over his chest, feeling his abs, massaging his legs. He felt wonderful, with so much sweet touching. It was making him totally relaxed yet still so turned on.

Then the girls added their mouths to the mix. Someone was sucking his neck, another mouth was nibbling his nipple, a tongue was licking his stomach, and still the fingers were caressing him. He groaned in delight. Their mouths and hands roamed over his body, stopping to attend to certain parts and then continuing, for a few minutes.

Tasha kissed Brad and began to make out with him. His mom licked, sucked, nibbled his nipple, alternating to the other one every few minutes. Tara started licking and fondling his balls with her mouth. Her tongue swirled over his sensitive sac, and she squeezed her mouth around him gently, just enough pressure to feel exquisite without hurting him. Together, Stella and Laële went down on his dick. Their tongues lightly traveled over him – he could feel their mouths meeting upon his skin. One sucked his base, hard, while another flicked at his head. He moaned into Tasha’s mouth.

The double blow job persisted. He felt someone take his dick completely into her mouth, deep down, his thick long erection buried in her mouth, he could feel the soft smooth lining of her cheeks and the slight little rasps of her teeth, her tongue playing with the underside of his cock, his head bumping against the back of her throat; while still a tongue ran over his balls. Coupled with the kissing and nipple stimulation, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it. His hips began to buck at the girls blowing him, forcing his cock down an eager throat. He was close, he was so close.

And then all the girls stopped at once. He groaned in frustrated lust and rapture, and opened his eyes, just then realizing that they had been closed. The beautiful women standing around him were now removing the sexy lingerie they’d been wearing, and the floor was now littered in baby blue satin. They stood him up off of the couch, and then Tasha lay down. She gazed up at him expectantly and spread her legs.

Brad needed no further encouragement. He ascended atop her gorgeous body and slowly guided the swollen head of his hard on to her wet hot cunt. He pushed gently, entering her leisurely so as to enjoy every bit of her tight grip. Besides, he was already so close that if he went too fast, he’d be over in seconds.

He thrust into her gradually, until he felt his head come up against her wall. Then he pulled out, and to increase his pleasure, she clenched her muscles around him so that pulling out was even tighter than entering. He repeated his thrusting, picking up the speed a little. As he did this, he felt someone behind him. She was kissing his back as he fucked Tasha, and then her mouth moved a little lower. He felt a tongue tracing his spine, lower, lower, until it was at the top of his crack. It kept going down until it was at his hole. The tongue, wet and warm, was licking his asshole, and it was a sensation he’d never had before.

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Daddy Takes Jenna’s Virginity

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**Note this is a continuation from a previous story**

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I was fairly confused the moments after Daddy left. I had spent my whole life as the “All-American” typical guy, and here I was, sitting on my couch, in women’s lingerie, wearing makeup and a wig, with the taste of an older man’s cum now lingering in my mouth. I had done it. I had dressed up for a man and made him cum. For the next 30-40 minutes, I just sort of laid there, trying to process.

After the impact of the event subsided somewhat, I gathered myself and began to undress and take off my make up. It was quite sobering, the act of removing my feminine presentation. Each makeup wipe was an existential confirmation of what had just happened. I had dressed up for a man and made him cum…Something about that fact just kept racking at my brain. It was like a mantra. I dressed up for a man and made him cum.

I think it was perhaps the visceral realization that things were different now. Before, I could always just get rid of my girly stuff and pretend that Jenna was not a part of me. Jenna had never met anyone, she didn’t really exist. But now, the internal functions of my brain had shifted. I was a girl, or at least part of me, was a girl. The confirmation coming from the fact that I had dressed up for a man and made him cum.

Daddy did not like boys. He was always very explicit in that he never wanted to see me not dressed as a girl. He ordered me to shave every inch of my body, removing any traces of masculinity. Daddy liked girls. Pretty, sexy, slutty, girls. He lusted for women, he fucked women, who knows how many women…and I made him hard, I made him cum, and I fucking swallowed every drop. In fact, he literally busted a nut before he could fuck me. It was empowering in a way. This big, powerful man was putty in my hands. “This is how hot girls must feel,” I thought to myself.

In processing the aksaray escort events that had just happened, I began to realize that this is something I wanted. The potential for fear or rejection was over. I could be a girl with Daddy. My little clitty ached in its dainty pink cage. I had never felt so feminine. I needed to cum so bad, but I needed a cock, a dildo, anything. Fuck, I felt like a girl.

I texted Daddy: “Please cum see me again tonight. I don’t know how often we will get this chance with all my roommates gone.” Sensing the vulnerability in me, he responded: “Ha! My slutty little girl. I am going to have to punish you for making me cum so fast today.” Daddy was interesting in that way, he always seem to get pleasure in my vulnerabilities.

We made arrangements for him to cum by later that evening. He told his wife that he had to go out to dinner and drinks with clients. I always forget about her, his wife. If I was this man’s wife, he’d had have no cum to spare, much less cheat on me. She was a prude he always said, religious type.

I took a long nap and then began the process of letting Jenna out again. I was going to get fucked tonight. It was clearly implied. Again, another “girl thought.” I am getting fucked tonight.

That thought encouraged me to make the sluttiest, sexiest look I could for Daddy. I wanted this older man drooling over me, begging to lick my pussy…And I did just that.

I looked in the mirror, and I could not believe what I saw. Jenna was a really pretty girl usually, but tonight she looked ready to become a woman. Underneath my skimpy, skin tight black dress, where black crotch-less panties with a big bow on the back, and thigh high fishnet stockings. I went for the longer 24 inch blonde wig. French manicure press-on nails. Oh and a pink jeweled butt plug and a shit ton of slutty perfume. I reeked of femininity…my clitty escort ached in its cage. I mean it really hurt. Bad.

I was sipping chardonnay when Daddy knocked. I paused again, just for a bit, and smiled…I was going to get fucked tonight. He looked handsome as ever, and something about a days work upon his shoulders gave him a little more musk and appeal. My clit twitched.

I tried to shake my hips as I walked him up the stairs to my bedroom. I loved the fact that he was watching my ass. I was working to get my man hard. I needed his dick, and in a bad way. As he laid down on the bed, I climbed on top and straddled him. “Someone’s eager isn’t she?” He had no idea, my clit was burning in this god damn fucking cage.

I started grinding against his crotch, and he reach up under my dress and grabbed my ass. Mmmmaahh! I moaned incoherently, it felt so good to have this powerful man grabbing my ass. Smack! The first spank tingled, it did not even hurt, or maybe I liked that it hurt. I was in fucking heat.

I ripped of his pants and began worshiping his cock with my mouth. His cock was magnificent. Thick, 8 inches, circumcised and huge balls. Like the biggest balls I had ever seen. I was in lust. I wanted his dick in my mouth, his balls in my face, everywhere. His musk drove me wild. “That’s it baby. You’re such a naughty little slut for Daddy.”

Encouraged, I slid sideways next to him. Instinctively, he reached for my ass. Pulling out my cute little plug. He grabbed the strawberry lube from the side of the bed and started fingering me while I sucked him. It hurt a bit, and he was kind of rough. But I had completely given in to the moment…I was going to get fucked tonight.

I climbed back on top of Daddy and slowly slid his thick cock in to my ass. My cage was drooling pre-cum at that point. After a few attempts, Daddy was fully inside me. And he was SO BIG. kağıthane escort I felt like I was completely filled. I had no idea how this big cock was inside me. My breathes were shorter, with his massive cock altering my entire body.

Daddy was really sweet and encouraging. “Oh baby girl, your pussy feels so good on Daddy’s cock.” He then began to slowly rock up and down. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, and I mean fucking pleasure. His rhythm picked up, and Daddy was soon grunting like a fucking boar. I was in heaven. “FUCK ME DADDY!!” I screamed!

Without warning Daddy flipped me over and pinned me down. “TAKE IT BITCH!” He grabbed my arms behind me and pinned me down with the shear weight of his body. He slammed his thick cock inside my girl pussy. “YOU’RE MY SISSY BITCH! TAKE MY COCK YOU LITTLE FAGGOT FUCKING BITCH!”

I did not realize it in my state of ecstasy, but Daddy was now pounding my prostate. Like pushing right on it. My clitty was aching and twitching. “OH MY GOD DADDY!” I literally could not believe what was happening to my body. “OH GOD DADDY! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I’MMMMMMMMMMM CCCCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMAAAAAAAMMMMIINNNGG!”

Loads of girl juice began gushing out of my cage. “YOU SLUT! YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!” I could only mutter some sort of whimper. I was literally high. “I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU A REAL GIRL!” He was grunting really loud now, he almost seemed angry, and then “UGH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM!” His warm cum flooded my pussy to the hilt.

He slowly pulled out, and I rolled over. “Dear lord baby, that was amazing. I haven’t fucked like that in years.” You could genuinely tell that he was really happy. A school boy smirk was on his face. I blushed. My pale body had turned red all over.

I had done a good job. I had dressed up really sexy for my Daddy, let him use my pussy, and I had made him cum really hard. I was still a little dazed with my orgasm, or how it had even happened. I was mainly glad that I had made my man so excited. And there it was, another “girl thought.”

I may have been born a man, but with Daddy, Jenna had been born.

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Snowball Punishment

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I got home from work after a long day at work, when I walked into the house, the lights were all out on the main floor except for one in the dining room, just bright enough to illuminate the ice cold dinner my wife had prepared for us. I heated my food up and ate. She had to be angry this time, it was the second time that week i had missed dinner.

I cleaned up and went upstairs, getting into the shower to wash the sweat and dirt from my body. The lamp was on in our bedroom; she must have been reading. I got out of the shower and made my way to the room.

When I entered I was surprised. Laid out on the bed was the entire assortment of our bedroom toys; gags, restraints, rope, floggers, plugs and vibrators.

She sat there with a grin on her face, she had something planned.

“Since you can’t manage to get home in time for dinner, you deserve some punishment.” She said looking at the assortment of toys, “I think I’m going to have fun with that.”

She then grabbed a blindfold and put it over my head, followed etiler escort with some bondage tape to make sure it was nice and secure.

She immediately followed it up with a ring gag we had purchased but hadn’t used much, securing it tighter than usual.

She grabbed my had and put something cold and slippery in it, one of our butt plugs, with a generous amount of lube applied.

“Put that where it belongs, now!” She commanded.

I started to ease the cold piece of metal into my ass, when she whipped my cheek with her flogger.

“Hurry up, we don’t have all night.” She said, whipping my ass again at the conclusion of the sentence.

I pushed it in a little faster until it settled into place, immediately my hands were grabbed from me and the leather cuffs we had attached to them.

With my hands behind my back I was pushed over the edge of the bed, where I immediately felt the distinct burn of the flogger against my ass, harder this time.

She then proceeded to put some headphones over my escorts head and played some white noise, completely isolating myself from all sensation except touch.

Seconds later i felt a drop of hot wax on my back. Followed by another, and another, and then a steady stream of burning hot wax. I flinched in pain with each successive drop of wax, mixed with more flogging.

It was then where i was pulled onto the bed and turned over, and my feet were secured to the opposing posts at the bottom of the bed.

I then felt a vibrating sensation on my cock, “must be her hitachi wand, i thought to myself”

She spent what seemed like hours teasing every inch of my cock with her wand before she suddenly stopped. What felt like an eternity later i felt a pinch on my left nipple, then my right, our nipple clamps.

She returned to teasing my cock with the hitachi and her mouth for what seemed like hours again, and again, stopping abruptly, following which i began to feel drops of wax again, on my chest, stomach, thighs, bagcilar escort and even a couple a little too close for comfort, nothing I could do, i was hers to punish.

She returned to her wand again, this time on a much higher setting, pushing me close to orgasm quickly and efficiently, but right at the point of climax, the vibration stopped and i felt the warmth of her mouth, but she just held it there and let my load slowly leak out without bringing me to orgasm.

“Damn, that is quite a punishment” i thought to myself, when suddenly it became clear why she chose the ring gag. A warm salty taste came across my tongue, as it filled my mouth, i couldn’t believe the amount of cum i had released without an orgasm.

With my mouth nice and full, the vibration on my cock resumed, just as intense as the previous time, and again, pushing me to the edge of orgasm and stopping, this time letting the cum ooze out onto my cock.

I felt her get up from the bed, and felt nothing again for minutes, when she finally began to remove my restraints; legs, nipples, headphones, blindfold. When it came to the gag i was instructed that all that cum needed to be swallowed.

I nodded in agreement and she proceeded to take the gag off. I reluctantly swallowed every drop.

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Coed to Cockslut Ch. 02

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Almighty Ass

The next day couldn’t come quickly enough for me, I wanted to see if my suggestions to Lucy had really taken hold.

Claire had gone to university as usual, but didn’t stay long as she had only one class. She arrived home around one, just as I was preparing lunch.

Claire had an amazing figure, and she liked to show it off. Tight tops and short skirts were not uncommon, and today was no exception:- A skin-tight red halter neck showed every curve of her 36 DD size breasts, coupled with a short denim miniskirt that barely covered her ass. She made me horny just looking at her.

‘Hi honey,’ I said, finding it difficult to take my eyes off her tits, ‘how did it go today?’

‘Same old, same old,’ said Claire. ‘I saw Lucy this morning though, she was giving some jock a blow job in the girls toilets, and not caring who saw her either. I never thought she had it in her, the dirty bitch!’

I moved up behind her and kissed her neck, my already hardening cock pushing into the small of her back. ‘Sounds like she’s adapted well to her hypnosis then!’

I continued to kiss Claire’s neck, and moved my hand up to her right breast. ‘Stop it,’ she said, ‘leave it till later when Lucy arrives,’ but I continued, softly squeezing her hardening nipple. Moving my other hand up her leg to her knickers, I stroked her pussy through the soft lace of her panties. They were already damp with her arousal, and I knew that there would be no more protests. I slid them gently down her thighs, and she let out a loud moan as I began to explore her sex, her juices coating my fingers as I played with her clit.

I pulled her halter neck over her head and her large tits bounced free, and she looked at me with pure lust in her eyes.

I opened my trousers and pulled out my cock; she knew what was coming and leaned over the worktop, ready to be taken. I lifted her left leg onto the bench and she was ‘table ready’ for my cock.

I rubbed my fully erect member along her slit, teasing her, my pre-cum mixing with her juices. She pushed back against me and the tip parted her outer lips. ‘Fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard,’ she said. I leant forward and grabbed her tits, squeezing her left nipple, and thrust all of my 9 inch cockmeat into her. She screamed loudly as the first of her orgasms hit her, the walls of her cunt contracting around my hard cock. I pulled out and slowly pushed back in, savouring the sensation, her hips pushing backwards to gain maximum penetration from the intruder that was my cock.

My thrusts got harder and faster spurred on by Claire’s almost continuous orgasm. My balls started to rise, and my cock began to swell and I knew that I was going to cum. Claire did too, and ground her hips into me as the first spurt of cum filled her womb. ‘I can feel you coming inside me, fill me up with your seed, fill my hot cunt with your cum.’

Spurt after spurt exploded inside her, oozing out around my cock as I pounded her wanton sex.

I pulled out slowly, leaving Claire’s pussy lips open and dripping with cum.

Five o’clock arrived and gungoren escort the doorbell rang. Claire answered the door to Lucy, who looked absolutely stunning. Her white blouse did nothing to hide her dark nipples which were clearly visible through the thin material. There was no bra, and I was willing to bet there were no knickers either. Her tits were large, maybe 36 D, but pert enough even without the underwear. She was wearing a gray pleated mini-skirt, and black thigh length stockings, the sexy school girl look.

‘Come here Lucy,’ I said, feeling blood rushing to my cock as I looked at her.

‘Yes master.’ I was pleased she called me Master.

I kissed her, and she responded hungrily, and reached for my semi-hard member. Moving her hand slowly up and down its length, she dropped to her knees and licked the small drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I removed her blouse and played with her full tits, squeezing and twisting her swollen nipples.

She began to swirl her tongue around the swollen head of my cock and massaged my heavy balls. Her tongue darted up and down the length, and then she took it fully into her mouth, bobbing up and down until she could take no more into her throat. I was in heaven. Claire watched from the side, her hand in her knickers as she watched her fella being sucked off by her friend. In no time at all, I felt my balls rising, and I knew I was going to come. On the point of no return I pulled out of her mouth and emptied my balls all over her face, my cum dripping onto her large tits. The sight was amazing. Claire walked over and began to lick my seed from Lucy’s tits, sucking on her nipples, and sending Lucy into spasms of ecstasy as her orgasm flooded over her.

Lucy, now completely conditioned, began to rub Claire’s clit and then slowly pushed two fingers into her hot cunt. I watched as Claire’s juices ran down Lucy’s hand as she brought her to an amazing climax. Soon I was hard again, and I knew I needed to fuck. I rubbed my cock head along Lucy’s slit, teasing her, she pushed backwards and I entered her slowly. See was tight and her cunt muscles gripped my cock like a vice. I motioned to Claire to come over and she opened her legs wide as if willing me to fuck her instead. Her fat juicy lips looked inviting and without thinking I pulled out of Lucy and entered Claire in one stroke. She met my thrusts, and wrapping her legs around my back we fucked each other hard and fast. In no time at all my balls were rising and we both erupted in a simultaneous orgasm. Pulling out of Claire I watched as Lucy delved between her legs and began to lick the cum that was oozing from Claire’s swollen lips. Claire moaned heavily as Lucy brought her to another orgasm. With that we all collapsed, spent from our exertions. The room smelled of sex, and it smelled good.

‘Lucy, go home, shave your pussy, and be back here at 5 tomorrow; oh, and bring one of your girl friends with you,’ I said cheekily.

‘Yes Master,’ she replied, and got up and left.

Claire looked at me, and giggled. ‘So you want to istanbul escorts add another girl to your Harem then? I’m looking forward to it already, the sex is amazing. ‘

The next day the door knocked at 5pm as expected, and there stood Lucy in the shortest and tightest of black dress’s that I have ever seen. Her cleavage was on full show, the top of the dress just high enough to cover her fat nipples that were hard and could clearly be seen poking through the material. In contrast, beside her was another girl, her hair tied back, unflattering jeans and a loose top, hiding what figure she had completely.

‘So Lucy, who is this?,’ I enquired.

‘My cousin, Jemma,’ she replied. ‘She over visiting for Spring Break while her parents are on holiday’.

‘Welcome Jemma, come in, come in. Did Lucy tell you why she she’s here?’

‘Not really’, she answered, ‘she just said that she came here every day for some fun and that I would enjoy it too.’

‘That you will my dear, just relax and let everything happen’.

She sat back into the chair, and Claire walked into the room, wearing only a quarter cup bra, stockings and a pair of the smallest panties, in fact they were just big enough to cover her sex. ‘Jemma, this is my girlfriend Claire, she’ll keep you company while Lucy and I go and get some drinks. Is Vodka and Orange all right Jemma?’

‘I guess so,’ she replied.

Lucy followed me into the kitchen. ‘You do look good tonight Lucy,’ I said pulling her to me. I kissed her passionately, and slowly peeled her dress off her shoulders, revealing her large rounded breasts. Squeezing her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger she moaned softly and moved her hand to my crotch, rubbing my already hardening cock. Soon we were both naked, my fingers exploring her sopping cunt, while she stroked my cock to full hardness. She dropped to her knees and took the bulbous head into her mouth, but just then I heard a noise at the other end of the kitchen. Looking up I saw Jenna watching us.

‘I was looking for the loo,’ she said, whilst not taking her eyes of Lucy bobbing up and down on my cock.

‘That’s ok, it’s just down the hall to your left,’ I smiled, knowing that she would be back.

‘So this is why the drinks were taking so long,’ said Claire as she walked into the kitchen.

Jenna appeared at the door and paused, watching Lucy struggle to deep throat my 9 inch cock. ‘Come in,’ I said. ‘I know you’re interested.’

‘Its just I can’t believe Lucy is doing this, she’s normally a very introverted shy girl.’

‘Would you like to join our party?’ said Claire with a giggle.

‘Maybe,’ and she walked over to us, nervously.

Claire removed her own bra and knickers, and grabbed my cock from Lucy. ‘Come here and stroke his cock, it won’t hurt you’.

My cock twitched as she touched it and she gasped as it got bigger in her hand. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, coating her hand, as she wanked me.

‘Thats it,’ I cried, close to cumming, ‘she’s a fucking natural, now suck me!’

‘Like bayrampasa escort this,’ Claire said, sinking to her knees and running her tongue along the length of my cock, and then swirling her tongue around my knob.

‘I don’t think I can do it, its too big for my mouth,’ she said, but copied Claire’s actions.

‘Now wank him whilst your doing that, and you’ll have him cumming in no time’.

Jenna was so pre-occupied with sucking me, that she hardly noticed Lucy and Claire undoing the buttons on her blouse, and undoing her front opening unflattering bra.

Her tits were now on show, a good c-cup in size and very pert with her pink nipples sticking out like rockets.

I cupped her left breast and squeezed her nipple. Claire bent down and took Jenna’s right nipple into her mouth. A groan escaped from her mouth, but she carried on with the job in hand. This sight before me was too much, my balls were rising and I felt the first jet of cum hit the back of her throat. I pulled out and the remaining cum landed on her face and tits, Claire and Lucy taking great pleasure in licking it off.

Jenna quickly removed the rest of her clothes, revealing an amazing figure, and a very hairy cunt. Claire knew what I wanted, and said ‘let me take care of that’, and led Jenna to the bathroom.

Five minutes later Jenna emerged with a smooth hairless cunt, her fat puffy outer lips clearly visible, and her clit sticking out from its hood like a miniature cock.

‘Jenna I have to have you,’ I said, my cock springing back into life. She said nothing as I moved towards her, my hand finding her glistening cunt.

‘I had some fun whilst we were in the bathroom,’ Claire said. ‘God she can cum’

My cock was so hard it pressed against her stomach, as I led her to the kitchen table. She lay back and opened her legs involuntarily, inviting me in to take her. My cock pressed against her sex, and I teased her by moving it up and down the length of her slit. Her eyes were closed as I pushed into her, slowly, so that she could get used to the size of my cock.

‘God you’re tight,’ I said, ‘are you a virgin?

‘No,’ she gasped, ‘but I’ve only had sex once before, back in high school and it wasn’t that good.’

I continued my push into her, and eventually my full balls slapped against her bum. I began to pull out and push back slowly, and she began to moan heavily. I got my self into a rhythm and she met my strokes.

‘Fuck me you bastard,’ she said. ‘Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Oh my God, oh my God, I cummmmmming,’ she screamed. Her juices were running down her leg, and as her cunt muscles tightened around my cock, I knew that I was only moments away from spraying her womb with my cum.

‘Fill me up with your seed,’ she moaned. I didn’t disappoint, with one last stroke I felt my balls rise and I emptied what seemed like gallons of spunk into her, not caring that I could make her pregnant.

We lay there spent, and when pulled out of her, her outer lips were still splayed open, dripping with a mixture of both our juices.

Lucy bent down and buried her head in Jenna’s cunt, lapping the spunk from her slit, and before long Jenna was erupting in yet another orgasm.

‘Ladies, go home, shave your pussies and be back here tomorrow at 5.’

‘You can bet on it,’ Jenna said.

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Spring Break Footjob

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Being a college student, I was so looking forward to my first spring break trip with my girlfriends Maggie and Kelly. We were heading to the Bahamas and I had finished packing that morning when we found out that our plane had been cancelled and we had to take an alternative flight that, for one, was the “red eye” which departed at midnight, a slight layover in Miami, then on to Treasure Cay in the Bahamas.

When we boarded the plane, we only had two seats together in the front of the plane and one in the back. Since Kelly was very nervous about flying, Maggie decided to sit up front with her. I didn’t mind because I attended 5 classes that day and worked 6 hours in the front of a fashion retail store until 10 pm. Of course instead of dressing comfortable, I only had time to wear what I had worn to work and then my plan was to change in the plane’s restroom. I was still wearing my white top with a black pleated skirt with nude hose and my Karen Scott Holdenn black leather boots that went just under my knees with a two inch heel.

I found my seat in the back which was row 22, seat one, right next to the window. I sat down exhausted and my feet hurt. I took my boots off and sat them in the seat next to me. I had a foot up on my other knee massaging it with my thumb and moving my toes around when an older gentleman who looked to be in his late forties or early fifties had the seat right next to me. He was about 5’8 with thinning, gray, buzz cut hair. He reminded me of an ex-military man with a rugged handsomeness.

As I grabbed my boots off his seat, I said apologetically, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize this was your seat.”

He laughed, sat down and replied, “That is no problem. Long day?”

He introduced himself as Mark and told me that he was also heading to the Bahama Islands even though it was not Treasure Cay. We were going to be on a plane for several hours together so we started out making a little small talk about our lives and things like that. I also told him my friends were up front. He was quite pleasant and seemed like a nice guy. About an hour into the flight, many of the lights were out except a few, including ours. The guys sitting right next to him was asleep.

I still had my boots off and they were on the floor and I started rubbing and massaging my nylon clad feet again when I sighed, “I tell you, my feet are killing me. I worked out this morning before classes and worked till 10 and I didn’t have time to change.”

“What is that on your toenails? I like it,” Mark asked as he could see my freshly painted toes through the nude nylon. My nails were sky blue with little trees painted over top.

“Oh that. Of course, going on spring break, I got my mani/pedi (manicure/pedicure) and had them put little palm trees on my big toes, see,” I said to Mark as I held a foot up and pointed my toes outward. “You like that? See, they match my thumbnails,” I giggled.

As he also noticed a toe ring on each foot and my silver anklet inside my hose, he commented, “You look like you really take care of your feet.”

I snickered, “Yes I really take care of them but it’s not cheap. You gotta bling em out.” I then turned more serious with a grimace, “Right now, they just hurt.”

Mark then clapped his hands, then opened his palms face up while moving his fingers and offered, “Hey, I give a great foot massage. Try me.”

At first I was hesitant when I said, “Uh, I don’t know…are you sure?”

He reassured me then I put my nylon covered feet in his lap. It was difficult to tell that I was even wearing hose with the exception of the seam than ran directly across the end of my toes.

“Oh yes! That is fantastic! Oh my!” were my pleasure comments while Mark used his thumbs on my arches, pads, and heals of my feet.

He continued to rub the bottoms but he would also wrap his hands around the top and massage my toes. He clearly knew what he was doing. He would concentrate on one foot, then shift is attention to my other foot. It must have looked funny with my legs draped over the arm rest with my feet sitting in Mark’s lap. He continued to rub as I began to worry that my feet might not smell very fresh being cooped up in my boots for so long. They were still just a little damp from my sweat.

I asked as I crinkled my nose, “Do they smell ok?”

Mark lifted both my feet up, took his nose and put it up against the bottom of my arches, then inhaled. He then regained his breath and inhaled even stronger while letting a little “mmm.” That is when I knew he was a foot guy. I knew I had him then.

“Oh yea. They smell great. They smell like worn leather and sweaty nylon. I love it,” was his response.

I could see across Mark’s lap in the first seat across the aisle a guy now watching Mark give me a foot massage while his wife slept against his shoulder. He had a perfect view. Meanwhile, Mark and I were enjoying that massage tremendously.

I then pulled one foot off Mark’s lap, lifted my leg up, Pendik Escort pointed my toe which was now about ½ inch away from his lips and offered, “Do you want to kiss em?

It was like such a relief to Mark, almost like he finally received permission. He took my feet by the ankles and held them up by his mouth. He kissed the bottom of my feet nice and slow with sensual closed mouth kisses. He would inhale my scent, then strategically kiss from the heel, all the way up to my toes, then stiff heavily again before starting all over. He would even throw in a nibble now and then on the side of my foot but careful to not put a run in my hose.

I took one of feet away and placed it directly on his crotch and through his pants, I could feel his rock hard cock pressing up against the material.

I giggled again and said, “Looks like someone is really liking what he’s doing,” I then took my hose covered foot and pressed down on his cock. I moved my foot around, playing with it through his pants. I didn’t want him to cum so that didn’t last too long.

“You have no idea,” was his response as he shuttered.

I laughed and asked, “Do you want to lick em and suck my pretty toes? They might be a little sweaty but they are freshly pedicured.”

“Are you fuckin kidding me? Are you serious?” Mark asked full of lust and excitement.

I put both legs down to the floor in front of me. Then lifted my ass as I used my thumbs to pull down my pantyhose. As I turned sideways and put my legs in the air above Mark’s lap, Mark and the guy watching got a full view of my red thong, pressed snugly up against my shaved pussy as I slid my hose the rest of the way off. I looked over at that guy and gave him a cute smile. It’s a good thing his wife wasn’t watching. The fresh cool air on my legs and feet felt refreshing.

Just then a stewardess came walking down the aisle when I raised my hand and as she approached I asked in a matter of fact tone, “Miss, could I get blanket? Thank you so much.”

I kept rubbing Mark’s crotch with my bare feet while she was gone. When she returned and handed me the blanket, I put one hand up to the side of my lips to funnel my words when I whispered to Mark, “Take your pants off.”

“What? Are you crazy? We’re gonna get arrested,” was his response.

I quickly took my foot and stuck my big toe in his mouth. Instantly he stopped talking and started sucking it like a baby on a bottle.

“That’s it, baby. Suck it…suck all of em,” I whispered encouragingly.

Mark did exactly as I said because not only did he take turns sucking all of my toes, he also took his tongue and licked in between each toe including trying to get inside my toe rings!

“Don’t you forget about the other foot,” I reminded him as I held it up and pointed my toes outward seductively.

Mark then proceeded to suck and lick my toes on the other foot as the gentleman continued to get an eyeful. Mark was subtly moaning as he sucked.

“Be sure you don’t forget my arches. I want you to lick my feet like you’re trying to clean them,” I encouraged Mark because anyone who knows me knows how much I love my arches stimulated.

Mark gave my feet a tongue bath for at least 15 minutes like a lion cleaning themselves, while I enjoyed every second. It was such a warm and wet massage, I had forgotten how sore my feet were. I thought his cock was going to pop right out of his zipper.

I then repeated my earlier order, “Now take your pants off.”

Mark didn’t have to be told twice this time as he was now the one lifting his ass and sliding his pants down to his knees. His cock was average length and stood up proudly, and even though the lighting wasn’t great, I could tell his precum was smeared all around the head. I first used the top of my foot to play with his balls. They were hairy and saggy and liked taking my foot and lifting them up to the underside of his hard on. I also wiggled my toes to play with his nuts. It was now time to work that cock.

I wrapped my toes around the shaft, just under the head, and started stroking it like fingers on a hand. It was almost as though I was giving him a handjob with my feet rather than giving him a foot job. I also spread my big and second toes and wrapped them around the shaft like two fingers. I did manage to throw the blanket overtop the situation or we probably would have gotten arrested. I could feel his skin sliding up and down as my feet continued to milk that smooth cock. All I could now see was the blanket pop up every time my feet went upward.

Mark cocked his head back on the seat, partially closed his eyes, and let his mouth hang open. He was in ecstasy while truthfully, my legs and ankles were getting tired. I stopped and got into my purse and pulled out my small bottle of hand lotion. I pulled my feet out from under the blanket and squirted some on my arches. I slid my feet back into the blanket.

I encouraged him, “Jack it off with my feet. Anadolu Yakası Escort Do it! Feel my warm, young feet gripped around your dick.”

Mark put his hands inside the blanket and maneuvered my feet around his prick to even out the lotion. Then he proceeded to squeeze my feet together and jerk himself off. He was moving them up and down quickly while the blanket looked like it had two rabbits fucking inside it. It wasn’t long until he started panting and his long smooth strokes turned into smaller quicker ones.

“I want you to cum for me. I want you to shoot your spunk all over my piggies,” I cooed in a whispering volume.

Mark grunted, then twitched, then grunted again, “Oh fuck, I’m cummin. Fuck.

I was disappointed that I couldn’t see that creamy load shooting out but I know it had to be messing up that blanket and that blanket was dark blue. Mark continued to shake and breathe heavy for another 10 seconds until he had completely finished after using my feet to jack himself off.

“Was it good?” I asked as he collapsed back into the seat trying to recuperate.

“Oh my god. That was amazing. Who are you? Something like this is shit, you read in a dirty magazine,” he responded.

I laughed, which quickly turned into concern of how we would clean up the mess. Mark lifted the blanket to where I was the only one who could see and my fears were true when I saw the lotion and cum mixture had formed a thick paste. It was slimy and huge globs were everywhere. There was cum all over the blanket but my concern was my feet.

“Why don’t you just rub it in my feet. That will get rid of it,” I chuckled.

Mark rubbed the slimy goo into my feet and eventually it became dry and smooth but not without a lot of work and effort. When he had finally finished, my feet were extremely sticky but at least they were dry. I turned back and slid my pumps back on my feet while Mark pulled up his pants. We talked a little bit and he asked if we could go out once we got to the islands. I agreed and he gave me his number. He gave me the cum stained blanket, and I quickly fell asleep.

After landing in Miami, my girls and I had a drink at the bar, laughed and had a good time. While we were drinking, Sabastian, my boyfriend at the time, called and asked how my flight had been I had told him that it was uneventful with my tongue in cheek. After we hung up, the girls and I had another drink and it was time to head to the Bahamas. We all three got to sit together on the connecting flight and that is when I told them about my little foot adventure with Mark. They laughed and thought I was crazy.

When we in the Bahamas, I think it was about the 4th day when we decided to have a date night. Maggie was going out with an islander who was very hot, Kelly was having a drink with another vacationer who looked to be about thirty and I called Mark.

We were at this nice outdoor what I call “Tiki looking” club, having dinner and drinks. It was a pleasant evening and we even had a dance or two. The breeze was blowing and the temperature was perfect. I was wearing my yellow sun dress and my three inch wicker wedges. My blonde hair was French braided into a single ponytail. Mark was wearing khaki pants with a Hawaiian shirt and brown loafers.

Eventually we ended up back at our condo. It was still early but we were already feeling pretty good. While in the room, Mark complimented my feet and I knew he was horny for them once again.

“Were you wanting a repeat performance of the plane ride?” I asked with a sheepish grin on my face.

“That would be nice,” he shot back.

I walked up to him and we were almost face to face and because with my heels, I was actually an inch taller. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him slowly as my hands reached down to his belt buckle. I unbuckled it, unbuttoned his pants, and tugged his zipper down. I broke the kiss and used my thumbs inside his waist band to pull his pants down, revealing his half hard cock with shimmering gray pubic hair.

I led him over to the chair as he shuffled his feet to keep up. I helped him sit down, then got down on my knees to remove his shoes and his pants. I started kissing his hairy cock and licking the head until it became fully erect. I tapped him on the side of the thigh to signal him to scoot down more. He did and with his arms resting on the chair, I began to suck him real slow and steady.

“Ummm. Your lips feel even better than your feet,” groaned Mark in pure ecstasy.

Just then, my cell was buzzing. Wouldn’t you figure that my dad gets me a satellite phone for safety so I could still be reached by anyone. I continued to bob up and down on Mark’s prick as I finally retrieved my phone. It was Sebastian calling.

I stopped sucking Mark, pulled my lips about an inch from his saliva covered mushroom head, put the phone to my ear, and answered, “Hey baby, what’s going on?”

Sebastian was asking me what I was doing İstanbul Escort when I replied, “Oh not much. We went out earlier and grabbed a bite and got drink. Now we are hanging out at the condo tonight.”

When Sebastian would talk, I would start sucking Mark’s dick again or sometimes just lick on it. I don’t know if Sebastian could hear me or caught a slurping sound but he asked if I was eating.

“Yea, I’m just having a snack right now,” I answered as I held my finger up to my lips to shush Mark just in case his smiling face decided to say something. I added, “I just got a little hungry so ordered a hot dog from the condo restaurant.”

Sebastian continued to talk and ask questions when I interrupted him, “Hey babe, I’ve got to go. Let me finish off my hot dog and drink my shake and I will call you tonight, ok? Ok…I love you too.”

I then looked at Mark and giggled, “Now, let’s see if we can’t finish off this hotdog and you can feed me that shake.”

I got back down to business. Even though I wasn’t real crazy about all the hair because I’m a smooth freak, I was still deepthroating Mark really well. My lips were touching his pubic hair and his hip bone every time I went down. Mark was starting to get that throbbing sensation when now there was a knock at the door.

“Hey Britt, I know you’re in there. Come on, let me in. My date sucked and I need in. Come on!” I could hear Kelly’s echoing, slurring, drunken, voice from behind the door.

I pulled my lips off Mark’s dick long enough to assure him, “Just ignore her, she will go away.”

Of course she didn’t and kept pounding and talking. Finally, I raised my head in disgust and said to Mark, “I’m gonna have to let her in or she will cause a scene. Just sit tight and don’t move.”

I walked away from Mark and his erection that was pointing to the sky and tossed him a pillow to cover up when I opened the door hastily and asked, “What do you need?”

Kelly was drunk and acted all coy when she asked me, “Whatcha doin? I wanna come in.”

As she looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Mark, I replied, “I’m trying to suck this guy’s dick but I keep getting interrupted.”

My haste turned to laughing when Kelly slurred, “I wanna play. Hey, let’s play together. Let’s give this guy a show.”

At first I was against the idea, but the more I thought about it, the hotter it sounded. I hadn’t ever tasted Kelly who is very hot, plus I was tipsy and feeling good and she was drunk and feeling real good! She came in and I introduced them and of course when you’re inebriated, you say anything.

Kelly pointed to him while looking at me and asked, “So this is the foot guy, huh?” She then looked at him, shifted her weight to one leg, pulled off her sandal, pointed her bare foot to him and said, “My feet are much hotter than Brittni’s. You can lick em all you want.”

Mark was speechless as he just sat there with the pillow on his lap. Kelly then took off her other sandal, and starting taking off all her clothes like she was getting ready for bed. She unhooked her bra and slid out of her panties and now stood there completely in the buff.

She started grabbing my shirt, and pulling it up over my head, exposing my bra while she slurred, “Now it’s time to get you out of your clothes. Come on, don’t leave me hangin.”

I went ahead and took off my heels and clothes until we both were naked. For a split second, I actually forgot Mark was there as I was staring at Kelly’s body. She was really had a nice figure. She laid on her back on the bed with her ass and legs hanging off the end. She lifted her legs up in the air and told me to come lay beside her so Mark could have all four feet.

I laid right next to her and she ordered Mark, “Take that damn pillow off and bring it over to us. Let me see it.”

Mark stood up and his cock was still hard from watching us strip. He walked over to our legs and we put our feet all over his chest and face. Kelly’s red toes and my blue ones were moving around like the American flag was waving in the wind. Kelly put her big toe in his mouth and said, “Britt told us you are good at sucking toes. Well show me then…and don’t let the fact I had been dancing and sweating slow you down.”

Mark did as he was told and started sucking Kelly’s big toe. I then moved my feet down, pointed my toe, and lifted his nut sac with the top of my foot like I had done in the plane. I was moving my toes around to get a good feel on the sagging skin. I eventually moved my feet to his cock by putting my arches together to form a pocket for his cock. I slid my feet back and forth on his cock like a pussy fucking it. Mark was in heaven. He was sucking Kelly’s toes while I was stroking his dick with my “feet pussy pocket.”

Kelly and I turned our heads toward each other and she leaned in for a nice slow kiss. She tasted of alcohol and lip gloss but I am sure I did as well. She put her hand behind my head, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and kissed me like she meant it. We kinda forgot all about poor Mark again but we were making out like teenagers in the back of a car. We were using our fingers to get each other’s hair out of the way and she would suck on my upper lip and I would suck on her lower lip.

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The Demands Ch. 04

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Then on April 1, 2010 it all came crashing down. A police officer stood at my front door and, with his hat in his hand, informed me of the accident. He said, “Please come now, they don’t expect Richard to live. Strangely, I didn’t even cry right then or even panic; I just covered my face with my hands and leaned against the wall for several minutes in shock.

The next three weeks were a blur to me. At least five hours a day and several overnights I stayed in intensive care with him. They kept him in an induced coma for obvious pain reasons. After seven days it was clear that he would live, but the doctors told me he would be quadriplegic when he woke up. I felt devastated all over again. Thank God for Jack! The company gave him a leave of absence for a month; I needed him because there was no way I would have been able to make the preparations for Richard’s new condition in life, file insurance claims, get to court for the drunk driver’s arraignment and dozens of other things without his help. It was all I could do just to hold it together for Richard’s sake! Oh, and the crying began on the second night, and I couldn’t stop it for two weeks.

Fortunately, Richard had set us up nicely for our later years. We had plenty of money in the bank, and the settlement from the insurance companies was fair and proper. I didn’t really have to work unless I wanted to. But during the third month, I decided to hire help and I kept working in order to keep myself occupied. Richard was barely able to speak at this point and watching the emotional toll on him was so hard. For me, it helped to have a support structure at my office. My two friends there, Karen and Audra, were invaluable; and even though Rachel Stevens, Richard’s secretary, was reassigned to my husband’s replacement, she called or visited me every day during that first month, and we went out to dinner together once a week for the next four months. Rachel was ten years my junior but we had gotten fairly close due to her job with Richard and our business associations.

Those dinners turned out to be the next incredible part of this story; little did I know what a twist my life was going to take because of them. Thursday nights had become regular for Rachel and me. She had been married to a man named Eric for four years but was now divorced and with the help I hired, I was pretty much free to come and go as I wished. She had been single again for about ten years, but I had never considered why. I’m not the nosy type, but on this particular Thursday night it began with an innocent enough question.

We had just ordered our food when she asked, “So, Renna, what are you going to do now?” Her face had a very different look when she asked it. It was whimsical and wry and I didn’t know where she was coming from.

Not being sure about her intent, I simply said, “Oh, things are settling down finally. Richard’s nurses are great, and my full-time nurse Sophie is amazing! Thank God they held my job for me or I’d be going stir crazy.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she rejoined, “I mean, what are you going to do now that the man who fucked your brains out for thirty-two years can’t do it anymore?” I think she was ready for the look that swept over my face because when she saw it, she exploded in laughter!

When I found my voice, I replied to her grin, “Now what are you talking about?”

“Hun, I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask you that; I figured four months would be good enough; is it?”

Until that minute, I really had not considered this problem. Grief is a funny thing and one of the symptoms of my particular grief was that my sex life had stopped as stone-cold dead as could be.

I figured another question couldn’t hurt. “Now how would YOU know any of the particulars of my sex life?”

There was that wry smile again! “Honey, I know ALL the particulars of your sex life!”

I’m sure my mouth was hanging open in shock, “Wha.a.a.t?” It was all I could manage to stammer.

“I said I know all about your sex life.”

“How?”

“Because Richard told me everything!”

“What do you mean he told you everything? Why would he do that?” A thousand questions came flooding into my mind all at once. I wasn’t mad at Rachel right then, but the questions needed answers.

“It’s a long story, Renna.”

“It seems you’ve made this the topic of our conversation tonight, Rach.”

“I’ll tell you, if you promise to answer all my questions too, okay?”

Without thinking I said, “Alright, I promise.” Wow, turns out keeping that promise was going to change my life dramatically.

“Good,” said Rachel, “let’s go back to your place, make some coffee and sit out on the patio for a talk.”

“I’ll agree to that plan, if you pick up the check for dinner!”

Rachel burst out laughing and picked it up. “You’re pretty sneaky, Renn, taking advantage of me like that!”

We left the restaurant and as we were climbing into my car I asked her, “This talk we’re going to have, Rachel, it’s not going to make me angry, is it?

She settled Maltepe Escort into the passenger seat and fastened her safety-belt. “That depends, Sweetie; would you like to answer my original question right now?”

“Which was what?” As I said, there were too many questions swirling around in my head.

“What are you going to do now, I mean with your sex life?”

“I guess I’m just going to survive without one for a while.”

“Well, Renna, I understand that you’re hurt badly, Richard was a wonderful guy, right? Those asshole drunks who destroy people’s lives; they ought to execute all of them…or at least castrate them!” We both laughed at that.

“Oh, Rachel, I already decided I can’t live on hating that man who did this to Richard; what would that accomplish?”

“Yes, of course you’re right,” she agreed, “but doesn’t a nymphomaniac like you need to get back onto ‘the horse’ so to speak?”

“Ohhh MY GODD!!” I shouted at her, “What did that husband of mine tell you?”

Rachel was laughing so hard she couldn’t speak for a minute, and when she did, she said, “Ohh God, my tummy hurts, Ooohh!”

Pulling into my driveway, I slammed the car into park and smacked her on the upper arm, “Come on! You tell me right now!”

“Umm, can’t we make the coffee first?” she giggled.

“No, tell me now!”

“I’ll have to start at the beginning, you won’t mind if I just be honest, okay?” and she began the story.

For the next hour I listened in fascination as she recounted the years of her marriage. Her husband was a work-a-holic and neglected her, and I laughed so hard when she admitted that she was a nymphomaniac too! “I needed to be fucked…often!” she said; we both erupted into gales of laughter. When I confessed that I knew that feeling well, we just about peed our pants!

As she told her story, something happened inside me. I literally felt my hormones kicking in again and I sat behind the wheel of my car twisting with an unbelievable desire for sex. Rachel was talking and my pussy was gushing; that’s how aroused I got! But worse, as I sat there enjoying this feeling, it hit me that masturbation would work tonight, but it would not be enough to satisfy me in the future. I started to cry.

Rachel interrupted herself when she saw my tears, “Are you okay, Renn? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I’m feeling sad because Richard and I used to have so much fun in bed.”

“I know,” she smiled gently. “But there’s a point to my story which I’ll get to, Sweetie.”

I smiled weakly, “You better get to it fast, Rach; I’m not feeling very good about this right now.”

So she jumped ahead a bit to what brought about her divorce. “About a year before I left my husband, I took up playing on-line games to keep myself occupied at night. The website Pogo seemed innocent enough at first. But as I played I started meeting people with similar interests, if you know what I mean. I had heard about cyber sex, phone sex, and webcam sex before, never considering them as options.”

“You got into that stuff with those game players?” I asked incredulously.

“Yep,” she replied with a giggle, “it certainly added another dimension to my need to get off!” We laughed again. “But…even that can get old after a while. Then one day I was playing Scrabble and a guy named Jack came in, sat down at my table, and asked if he could play with me.”

“Jack, you say?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Jack who?”

“Jack Ripley.”

“My friend Jack Ripley?”

Rachel was doing that grin again, “Yes, THAT Jack Ripley!”

“Oh, my Godddd,” I exclaimed. “Was this before or after Richard and I met him?”

“Before,” she rejoined, “I’m the one who introduced him to Richard.”

When Rachel said that, I couldn’t help but flash back over the last seven years. Jack had been coming down four or five weekends a year since then. Richard, Jack, and I had gotten very close in several ways; yet as we talked, it occurred to me that even though I could (and probably would) have sex with him some more, he had too many business and family constraints tying him down in Orlando. “So, Rachel, you know all about our threesomes then, right?”

“Of course,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “Renn, those stories turned me on the most! Richard would go into a lot of details, and oh my God, a few times I would have to go to the bathroom and get myself off!” Rachel was grinning when she added, “And nine months ago, when they started double-dicking your ass and pussy…Fuck! I was so jealous; it was then Richard and I finally thought about me coming over to join you. He wasn’t sure how you would react to another woman though.”

This was more stunning news. I sat for a moment contemplating my reaction. Rachel and I had gotten so close these last months; I couldn’t possibly get mad that she was at the bottom of some of the best sex of my life. “So why didn’t you come?”

“Oh, this guy Alex that I’m seeing; I’m not sure about him yet. Our sex is really good, but I don’t get the impression he’d like to share me Kurtköy Escort with another guy…or even another woman.”

“WHA..A…AT?” All these revelations were starting to be too much for me…when my mouth flew open in surprise, Rachel squealed with laughter once more.

“Oh my God, I would have thought Richard would have been at least as open with you as he was with me. This surprises you?”

“It fucking does; if Richard wasn’t hurt like this, I’d kill him for keeping secrets!” I felt a pang for making fun of my man’s condition.

Rachel didn’t seem fazed, “Well, I went through this ‘no share’ thing with my husband. I’m beginning to realize I don’t want to do it again. I’m going to have to tell Alex about me; we’ll see how that goes. The first time telling my ex Eric didn’t go very well; he was willing to forgive me for the phone sex and the other thing.”

“Other thing?”

“Yes, I drove up to Ft. Pierce to meet one of the Pogo guys several times. He only found out about one of them. We separated, do you remember that?”

“Oh yes, I do remember it.”

“Yeah, he would have forgiven me, but during the six month separation something else happened, and he found out.”

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing much,” she was grinning so I knew that the “nothing much” was a “fucking lot” of much! “I just happened to sleep with my best friend April and her husband Patrick!”

Oh yes, I was shocked again! This girl was more than electric and my libido was taking hit after crazy hit tonight. “Rachel!”

“What?”

“How did THAT all happen?”

She was giggling again. “Renny, it’s really quite a long story and I have to go to work tomorrow. I promise I’ll tell you next time, okay?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna hold you to it; this is really getting good!” My hormones were really raging now; it was so bad I was almost cumming from her incredible story and clenching my thighs against my pussy.

“I promise, and I need to go; but Renny, you still didn’t tell me what your plans are; c’mon, what are you going to do?”

I sat for a minute and thought; it didn’t seem right to make plans for other men other than Jack. “I honestly don’t know, Rach; really I don’t. I’m going to have to try and discuss this with Richard when he’s strong enough. Communication is very hard right now. He gets tired just trying to talk.”

“I understand, you probably don’t want me to introduce you to any Pogo men just yet!”

We both laughed at this, “Umm, not yet. I think I’ll pass on that until I talk to my Dick, you silly thing!”

Rachel giggled some more, “Do you have enough toys to get by with?”

I playfully flicked her shoulder with my middle finger, “You ARE pretty nosy, aren’t you? I think I have a few lying around somewhere.”

“You going to use one tonight?”

“RACHEL!” This time I slapped her arm…grinning!

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled again. “But you know what, Renn? A bunch of us girls are going to have a “Wicked Toys” party this weekend; maybe you’d like to come to it with me just for the fun of it. April will be there and we might be able to tell you the whole story together, too! It might be just the time to find something new for your personal fun.”

Rachel and I walked to her car, and I opened the door for her. “You know, it’s always good for me to get out a bit; what’s the day and time?”

“Saturday at 7:00. I could pick you up?”

Mentally I made note of the fact that Jack would not be back for three more weeks. And on top of that, I was sure he would not be expecting sex when he got here, even though my pussy and I were damn sure going to give him some when he arrived! “Okay, Sweetie, that’ll work, give me a call on Wednesday to confirm.”

“I’ll do that, sleep well, Renn; I’m going to want some details of what you do tonight when you go in the house!”

“Amazing, Rach, all these years and I had no idea just what a pervy nut you are!”

She giggled, “You haven’t heard the half of it yet, girlfriend! See you Saturday!”

“Oh, my God,” I thought while opening the front door, it was just surprising how much Richard had kept from me. I wasn’t angry, God no; the sexual fun we had more than compensated.

I looked in on Sophie and Richard. He appeared to be asleep and she was reading a magazine next to his bed. “All okay?”

She nodded, “Everything’s fine. He seemed to be a lot more alert today than usual; that’s a good sign.”

“Wonderful, I’ll get the details tomorrow; I need to get to bed.”

“Good night, Ms. Fallon.”

Sophie couldn’t have known what a state I was in. My hormones woke up big time tonight and my whole body was tight with sexual tension. I hadn’t experienced this in months and even though it was familiar to me it still felt strange. I locked my bedroom door and kicked off my shoes. Looking into the mirror above the bureau, I giggled at how flushed my face was. My nipples were very hard inside my bra, I could feel it. I cupped my breasts against my chest and felt them up, Kartal Escort and when I did, a massive surge of sexual adrenaline cascaded through my system ramping the heat up even higher. I thumbed my nipples through the shirt and bra and groaned so loudly I startled myself!

Pulling off my top and skirt, I fell onto the bed glad that I hadn’t worn panty hose and wouldn’t have to mess with them. God, I couldn’t believe how hard my heart was pounding and how difficult it was to breathe. My pussy was throbbing in time to my heart, and I really thought my clit was screaming to be sucked! Lifting the underwire of my bra, my tits fell out from under the cups. Yes, I was right, the teats were so fucking hard, and when I thumbed them together, I thought I might cum right then and there.

“Ohhh FUUUUUUCKK!” The words hissed between my teeth and lips; this was going to be difficult to keep quiet! Images were flashing across my thought screen and most of them were of Richard kissing me passionately and then dropping down to suck my pussy. I pinched my nipples and pulled the tits higher off my chest, shaking the flesh and making me moan even louder.

It made me slow down a little when I tried to remember my last orgasm. Richard had taken me down to the beach one moonless evening and we sat partially naked on a blanket in the dark and kissed and sucked each other off. It was amazing! But even as I thought it, there was a tinge of sadness in that it would never happen again. I was too turned on to cry, but the tears were close.

Then my mind shifted quickly to Richard and Jack, and the hormones surged again. I heard myself say, “God, I need to be fucked, oh my God!” My hand slid into my panties and the middle finger split open my girl slit. My whole pussy was sopping wet in two seconds, and I spread the slick liquid around my labia and asshole. “Fuck, this feels so good!” I said it right out loud; and when I touched my swollen clit, I cried out even louder!

My ass lifted off the bed a few inches, insisting that I finger my pussy immediately! My tits were heaving with desire, so I wrapped the left boob up in one arm and grabbed the other one underneath with the same hand lifting the nipple up to my lips. Sucking the hard nub into my mouth, I tongued it furiously while plunging my middle and ring fingers deep into my wet fuck-hole. “Oh Goddddd!” I almost shrieked! I cried out to Richard, “Babbbyyy…fuck me hard Babyyy…fuck me with your big dick, Goddd!”

My fingers were doing the fucking and my mouth was sucking my tit and the orgasm slammed into my cunt like an explosion. “Uhh…UuuHhhh…OHHH UHNNGGHHH!” I turned my head into the pillow to keep from screaming.

I don’t think I’ve ever passed out from an orgasm before, yet after this one…I think I woke up a few minutes later. My head was pounding and I could hardly breathe, but I remember thinking, “Shit…oh Shit…that felt soooo good!” My body was drenched with perspiration and sitting up, there was a large wet splash between my legs. “I must have squirted,” I thought with a laugh!

Laying there for a minute, the thought went through my head to just go to sleep; but my pussy said “No, I’m not through with you yet!” I giggled and rubbed my pulsing, wet cunt with my whole hand. It purred and asked for more. “Not so fast,” I said to myself, “a little slower would be good!”

I lay there and contemplated tonight’s conversation with Rachel. There were a lot of decisions to make. What WOULD I do with my sex life? This masturbatory fuck was proof that my body wasn’t dead to sex, but now what? For a second I started thinking about Richard and Jack again, but stopped quickly. That fantasy might be good to masturbate to again, but right now I wanted to consider my options. Maybe I could find myself a regular “friend with benefits,” a fuck buddy. Perhaps there were other men out there in similar circumstances. Adultery was out of the question for me, I didn’t like the idea of fucking someone else’s husband without her permission.

Then her admission crossed my thinking. She had slept with her best friend April and her husband, oh, my God! This was really something! It felt so incredibly hot to have two mouths kissing and sucking you, and two dicks pounding and fucking you. I wondered what it would be like to let a woman be the third instead of a second guy.

I pulled off my bra and panties and looked down at my body. Mmm…I certainly loved to suck my own nipples; frankly, I knew how to do it better than anyone! And when it comes to sucking someone off, I knew how to do that too, no doubt! Could I let a woman do me?

I thought about Rachel with another woman then. She was very cute, around three inches shorter than me with light brown hair and blond highlights. She had a plumpish figure but was quite curvy with nice breasts and legs. I loved her skin too and for the first time I thought about another nude woman in the room playing with me. I liked this image even more when Jack was thrown into it. Wow…maybe it would be fun to have his dick fucking me while Rachel sucked my tits! Mmm…This sounded very good! My pussy was starting to throb again and I leaned over the side of the bed and opened the drawer of the end-table. My eight inch gel-cock vibrator was humming my name and I picked it up and turned it on.

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The Date Follow-up

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Several readers have asked me to write a follow-up to my story “The Date” so I finally have bowed to the pressure and came up with this. I hope it meets with your approval.

-Joe-

Brad arrived at work early the following day a bit uncertain about how his relationship with Janet would change. He had been around long enough to know that office romances seldom lead to anything, but problems. He hadn’t planned on getting involved with anyone, much less anyone he worked with. Granted all they did was get naked, fondle a bit, and masturbate in front of each other. This was what teenagers did, before they actually had sex.

He and Janet were adults, they could have easily gone into her bedroom, so why were they acting like virgins and just teasing each other. He had to admit that just the memory of that night turned him on. This was so unlike any date he’d ever had, well not since he was thirteen and playing doctor with the neighbor girl.

He wasn’t sure how to address his feelings and something inside of him feared to even bring it up. The lunchroom was empty as he poured his coffee and prepared to head back to his office.

Janet walked into the lunchroom to put her lunch in the company refrigerator and grab a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Brad. How are you today?”

Started by the sound he looked up to see Janet pouring a cup of coffee, “I’m good, and you?”

It was time for both of them to be at their desk, so there was no time for idle chatter, or deep conversations. They both left the lunchroom to start the task they were both hired to do.

The day proved to be busy and they did not get a chance to see each other again for the rest of the day. After Brad cleared off his desk and prepared to leave, he looked for Janet, but she had already left.

Janet arrived home and immediately poured a glass of wine. It had been a busy day and she didn’t even have time to take a break. She even ate her lunch at her desk. She knew she had over-shared her after work hours life with Brad, but she did enjoy it. She knew that her idiosyncrasy was not normal and feared she might have given Brad the wrong idea, or worse made him think her perverted. She did not want to date or get into a romantic relationship with anyone and Brad had said the same.

She had never been afraid to talk about what was on her mind before, so why was this different? Why did she just want to forget about last night and pretend it never happened? Why did she want it to happen again? In her confusion, she poured another glass of wine and ordered a salad to be delivered from the Italian deli down the street.

She had never experienced such uncertainty before, well not since she was thirteen and had a mad crush on the boy next door. She had allowed him to fondle her breasts.

She was no longer thirteen; she was just a couple of years from retirement and should not be acting like a doe-eyed schoolgirl. She did feel the same level of excitement now that she felt so long ago.

Janet arrived at work early the next day and got right to work. This was the busy time of year, and there was plenty that needed to be done. She did not see Brad all day.

They avoided each other all week, Pendik Escort both wanting to talk to each other but afraid to. Brad had thought to just show up at her door, since he didn’t have her phone number, but discounted that idea because it seemed a bit too close to stalking.

Over the weekend, they both had relegated that fateful night into the realm of dreams and not quite real. The following week at work was relatively uneventful and towards the end of the week the workload slowed down a bit.

On Friday Brad noticed Janet in the break room, “Haven’t seen you around much these last couple of weeks. It’s been really busy. How are you holding up to all this?”

“I’m just glad it’s over for another year. Every year they claim to be better prepared next year, but every year it’s the same. We have to work at breakneck speed to get everything done,” Janet responded, “How about in your section?”

“It’s the same, and I’m definitely ready for a break.”

Someone or something took control of Janet’s voice and the words that came out of her mouth both shocked and excited her. “Would you like to come over for a drink?”

The dam had been breached, what happened before all came flooding back in Brad’s mind. All of his fears vanished and he answered after the initial shock, “I’d love to.”

They parted after agreeing that Brad would follow her home just like before.

Janet could not believe what had just happened. He did not act as if she was perverted neither did he leer at her like a piece of meat. He paused before answering.

Like a week and a half ago, Brad followed her home, and just like last time she invited him into her apartment, but unlike last time there was no delivery man waiting for them.

“Hang on,” Janet said, “I forgot to order the pizza before we left work, but these guys are fast.” She picked up her phone and called in her order. “They said it’ll be about twenty minutes.”

Janet opened a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass.

Brad accepted the wine, and then said, “The last time I was here was very unusual for me. I enjoyed our time together, but I must say I have never experienced anything like that in my adult life—well not since junior high.”

Janet laughed. “I thought exactly the same thing. It was as if I was thirteen all over again and very exciting.”

“Yeah! I think we are both burnt out on the dating thing and we are past the point where we need a romantic relationship. We can make our own rules as we go.”

Janet leaned forward on her stool. “I like the excitement and if we don’t take sex off the table, the tease and the hint of sex is very exciting. Want to do it all again after the pizza gets here?”

“I’d love that. Starting with the slow striptease and the accidental gropes before the movie.”

“Don’t forget the happy ending,” Janet said just as the doorbell rang.

With the pizza on the counter, Brad followed Janet into her bedroom and as before each stood with the bed between them. Janet unbuttoned her blouse as Brad stared intently. She smiled as she opened her blouse exposing a pale blue bra that was not quite opaque. She removed her blouse and placed it on Anadolu Yakası Escort the bed. “Your turn.”

Brad removed his shirt and commented, “The view I’m giving you is not as great as the one you are giving me.”

Janet giggled, and then said, “You’re right, you need to take off your T-shirt too.”

Brad openly stared at Janet in her see-through bra, noting her nipples enlarging. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and Janet licked her lips.

Janet unzipped the zipper on her shirt and let it fall to the floor. She purposely bent over to pick it up facing away from Brad. She heard him sigh, before she stood up and turned back around.

Brad sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks. He then stood facing Janet in her revealing underwear. He unfastened his belt and pants and following her lead allowed them to fall onto the floor.

Next Janet performed a slow striptease in her bra removal, leaving Brad with a very apparent erection.

They stood facing each other, both topless; Brad wearing nothing but his boxers with his cock straining to get out and Janet wearing a small pair of bikini panties.

Janet took that moment to address her arousal. “We have both been around for a while and had several lovers, so we know our way around a bedroom, the various sexual techniques and positions, but, to tell you the truth, our little pretend game that we are inexperienced and hoping to see a bit of skin and maybe cop a feel is unbelievably exciting.” With that, she slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and waited.

Brad nodded his agreement as he slipped his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers. “I haven’t felt this excited since I was a kid, playing doctor with the girl next door.” He pushed his boxers down a couple of inches just exposing the base of his hardened cock.

“I know what you mean. It’s like when I flirted with the boy next door and left the window open so he could watch me change,” Janet added as her panties dropped down to her thighs. Her focus centered on the unveiling of Brad’s cock as he continued to slowly lower his boxers. Only the crown was now covered and Janet licked her lips.

Brad and Janet finished removing their underwear at the same time and stood totally naked staring at each other for several moments.

Janet finally broke the silence by announcing that the pizza was getting cold. She walked past Brad, making sure to give his butt a good squeeze.

Brad watched the sway of her walk as she headed into the kitchen. He followed just a couple of steps behind her to enjoy the view.

She got down a couple of plates and opened the pizza box. She then refreshed both of their glasses of wine before sitting down.

They each had a slice of pizza when Brad asked, “How long have you been watching porn? I know some women are into porn, but it is more of a male thing.”

Janet swallowed the bite of pizza in her mouth, “It’s actually a recent thing. I tried the dating thing, but no one I met did anything for me on any level. I felt I’d have to give up too much of myself just to have a bit of sex, so I thought I’d try masturbating to porn.”

“Last time we İstanbul Escort watched porn together it was just the typical fucking and sucking, with no storyline. Do you like male on male, group, boy/girl, kinky?” Brad asked.

“Most of what I’ve watched is just the standard heterosexual one on one and not even any unusual positions. I’ve been meaning to expand into some of the other genres, but I just want the sex. I got burnt out on romance years ago. I didn’t care for all the lying, cheating, and backbiting in romance novels. I found I was skipping over most of them and just looking for the steamy parts and that’s just porn. I might be interested in watching group sex and maybe something a little kinky, but not too much. I don’t like dominance or pain.”

“I know what you mean about the dating thing and you might have found the perfect solution. Do you fantasize that it’s you in the scene sucking and fucking?” Brad added.

“Oh yeah, don’t you?” She put down her slice of pizza, wiped her hands, and approached Brad obviously quite aroused and with her arms wide.

Brad stood and enjoyed the erotic hug. The hug lasted a long while and only ended when Janet said she wanted to rub her hands all over his body.

Brad smiled and asked if she wanted him to lie down or just stand there. Her hands started at his shoulders and she explored his chest as way of an answer. She moved lower and caressed his stomach and teased his pubic hair. His cock reached up to grab her hand, but she avoided it for the moment and skirted around the throbbing member. She did however caress his balls and held them with both hands for several seconds before reaching around him to grab his butt cheeks and give them a firm squeeze while pressing her breasts into his chest.

She turned him around and explored his back, slowly working her way back down to his butt. She reached between his legs to caress his balls again, and after just a momentary caress, grabbed his cock. She stroked it for a minute or two before she released him and said. “Your turn.”

Brad needed a moment to catch his breath, but soon his hands covered her breasts and as he toyed with and pinched her nipples he noticed her breathing increasing. She stayed still and did not pull away, even as he was certain the sensations he was creating with his actions were intense. Her knees started to give out and he caught her before she fell. He then supported her with his hands between her legs one from the front and the other from the rear.

Janet stopped even trying to support herself and just sank into Brad’s waiting hands. He held that pose for a while, fingering her all the time. He noticed the smile on her lips and slowly released her and guided her back to her stool. He refilled the wine and regained his seat, waiting for her to come down from her erotic high.

It took several minutes for things to return to normal and after another slice of pizza, they retired to the couch in front of the TV and porn. They were not actually touching, but could watch each other masturbate. At one point, Janet commented that she might want to watch some porn that included a bit of spanking. That was in response to a scene in the movie where a woman was mounted from behind and the man swatted her butt every time he thrust into her.

After a pleasant hour Brad and Janet hugged again, still naked, but without the sexual intensity. He got dressed and headed home. Halfway there he realized they still had not exchanged phone numbers.

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Hannah’s Hot Tub

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Babes

Hannah was twelve when her mother Debbie and I first got together and only two years older when we were married. Her parents had divorced when she was only three and her ‘real’ father now lived in Toronto with his new wife and a gaggle of younger British-Canadian kids. Hannah hadn’t seen him in years. The last time she had gone to stay she had felt so awkward with his new wife clearly resenting her presence in the house and the kids being far too young to be company for Hannah that the experience had not been repeated – to the disappointment of no-one other than me.

As a result, being an only child of a single mother, Hannah had grown up seeing Debbie, her Mum more as a sister than a mother (in truth there was only an eighteen year gap between them) and the two were extremely close when yours truly first came on the scene.

Debbie and I had been introduced at a friend’s barbecue party one warm summer day. Both damaged divorcees in our thirties, we had surprisingly hit it off straight away and Debbie had accepted my suggestion that we meet for lunch later in the week. Over the coming few months, lunch dates had become dinner dates; quick kisses goodbye in the doorway had become slow kisses in the hallway and eventually one wonderful morning I woke up in Debbie’s bed with her naked body alongside me.

Within three months we had moved in together and less than a year later we were married. It should have been a happy ending or a new beginning, but our attempt at playing ‘happy families’ was seriously marred by Hannah’s behaviour. I suppose in retrospect, this was entirely predictable.

Hannah took after her Scottish-born father both in appearance and in temperament. A natural redhead with pale, slightly freckly skin and deep green eyes, she was tall and slim to the point of skinny, a situation that made her rather self-conscious and which changed little as she passed through puberty.

She also had a fiery Celtic temper to match and used it to the full on those of whom she disapproved – which in most cases was me!

When I was merely a visiting boyfriend I was tolerated with cool, almost excessive politeness.

When it became clear that her mother and I were sleeping together this changed to bad tempered grumpiness and long silences when we were together.

When I actually moved in with them this became almost open hostility, manifesting itself in ways as trivial as deliberately not setting a place for me at the table; hiding my car keys (eventually found under her bed) through acts of increasing seriousness all the way to teenage temper tantrums and on one memorable occasion the cutting in half of all my ties for a supposed slight I had given her over breakfast.

“She’s just trying to get your attention!” Debbie would say. “And mine too. It’s only to be expected. She’ll grow out of it!”

In my opinion she couldn’t grow out of it quickly enough but I bit my lip and kept my mind on my lovely fiancée, as Debbie was at the time.

Debbie was, of course, quite right. Hannah did improve considerably, but not gradually as expected. No. to our joint amazement she changed dramatically almost overnight. Looking back, the key moment in her transformation, to our surprise, was the one time we thought she would be at her worst – our wedding!

Because we had both been married before, we didn’t want a long, drawn-out engagement in which Hannah could create disharmony, but did want to make it a very special event for us both so invited a lot of family and friends to a large wedding breakfast. Hannah at first grudgingly agreed to be a bridesmaid and for most of the time maintained an air of bad tempered grumpy co-operation but as preparations progressed and the day approached, she seemed to start actually enjoying the whole process.

It certainly helped that the colour scheme was chosen to suit her. I wasn’t allowed in on the plan but when the day finally came and my family and I arrived at the stately Edwardian Registry Office for the ceremony I was completely gobsmacked when my stunning wife-to-be and stepdaughter arrived in the bride’s father’s cherished Jaguar.

Debbie’s figure-hugging mid-thigh length cream dress was trimmed with pale jade, the same colour as the flowers she carried and her long blonde hair was trimmed with pale green ribbon.

A better looking Spring Bride never was seen!

But my mouth truly fell open when Hannah stepped out of the car behind her beautiful mother, looking simply stunning in a close fitting very short sleeveless green dress which matched her mother’s to perfection and showed off legs of a length I had never dreamed she possessed. If she had been blessed with boobs it would have shown them off too. Her red hair had been brushed till it shone and was trimmed in the same green ribbon her mother wore.

I positively floated through the ceremony – partly on a raft of champagne, but mostly in disbelief that I could be such a lucky man – and emerged with a ring on my finger and a broad smile Maltepe Escort on my face.

But what really put the icing on the cake was that, when Debbie and I returned from our honeymoon, it was to a step daughter transformed – sweet, happy and beautiful.

That doesn’t mean that the next few years were without their challenges. No indeed!

Apart from the usual ‘discussions’ about homework, TV and the balance thereof, there were the inevitable ‘girly’ arguments about make-up (too much), dress style (too tight), skirt length (too short), heel height (too high), fake tan (ridiculous on a freckled red head!), party hours (too late), unsuitable friends (too disreputable) and, of course boyfriends – although there were surprisingly few of these.

To be honest, I stayed well away from most of these issues, leaving Debbie to lay down the law as she saw fit. It was cowardly I know but the two of them had been so close it made my position difficult.

And then there was the issue of privacy.

As Hannah maturated physically if not emotionally, it became increasingly difficult to move around the house without being embarrassed or causing offence.

Sometimes she would sit cross legged casually watching TV either in her underwear or with her skirt up around her waist. I didn’t know where to look!

Sometimes the bathroom door wouldn’t be properly locked allowing me to accidentally walk in on her in the bath with consequent embarrassment and resentment.

On other days, her bedroom door would be left ajar as she got changed with the same result – trouble for me.

As she grew older and taller so her skirts became shorter and shorter and she continued walking round the house dressed only in her underwear as if she was still a child which made my position very difficult indeed.

Thank God her boobs remained tiny – a fact I knew only too well after walking unsuspecting into my own bedroom one evening to find the newly nineteen-year-old Hannah flagrantly bare-breasted, trying on a new red bikini in front of her mother.

Needless to say I was not popular that night either, but over time we reached an acceptable, if sometimes tense way of living and life carried on.

***

In the spring, just after Hannah’s eighteenth birthday, Debbie and I decided to treat ourselves and bought a hot tub for the garden. What with the famously bad British Summers, this was a risky purchase but we had been hankering after one since our family holiday in Portugal the previous year. The villa in which we had stayed had been on a complex which included, amongst other things, a sauna, a steam room and several hot tubs.

Neither Debbie nor I had cared for the first two items (Debbie said they ruined her hair) but we had both really loved the feeling of hot bubbly water around us in the fresh air. Hannah had loved them all of course but had particularly liked the hot tub and had stayed far too long until her fingers pruned.

We decided we just had to have one for ourselves!

Our garden backs on to woodland and is very secluded. There was a space just large enough directly across the patio from the dining room doors where a tub could go, entirely hidden from the neighbours and, with judicious placing of trellis, also hidden from most of the windows in the house. So, when we came home we raided our savings, hit the credit cards big-time and placed an order.

The tub arrived soon afterwards. It was round, deep, blue on the inside and had an underwater bench seat around most of the perimeter. For a week or so it stood in its plastic packaging on the patio but eventually the workmen arrived and it was installed just in time for the long weekend holiday; an Easter present to us all. It was a great success from the first day.

From the moment my wife crossed the patio in the sunshine dressed in her white bikini, her shapely body stepping nervously but sexily towards me, I knew I was going to love it. We floated and chatted and touched each other under the water for a long time, my erection huge but blessedly concealed beneath the bubbles. The first time she stepped out of it, the water cascading from her lightly tanned body, her hair dark and falling down her back, I fell in lust all over again.

I lost count of the number of times Debbie and I made love in the tub over the next few months; sometimes on the wooden seat to the side, sometimes beneath the water. Hidden from prying eyes and especially when Hannah was away, we tried every idea that came to us.

It’s amazing how long a man can hold his breath if he’s giving a beautiful girl oral sex under the water. It’s amazing how long a girl can stay submerged with a man’s cock in her mouth. Debbie’s favourite trick was to strip off her bikini bottom under the water and straddle me as I sat on the submerged bench, teasing me cruelly as she lowered herself down onto my erect cock, taking control, riding me like a professional and rising on her knees Kartal Escort if I was naughty enough to try and thrust upwards.

It brought a new and exciting dimension to our already active sex. Unfortunately, when she was home, my stepdaughter Hannah tended to monopolise the tub which put a severe damper on our aquatic adventures but with imagination we managed and in all, the tub was an inspired purchase.

***

It was a few months later and we had been celebrating. Debbie had just been made a Partner in her law firm – quite an achievement at her age – and we had asked a few friends round to help us mark the occasion.

The evening had gone well with champagne flowing, drinks and food in the garden and a great chance for us all to be glamorous for a while. Debbie had looked stunning in a short black cocktail dress, even Hannah had made an effort and had squeezed into a tight fitting green number that suited her colouring so well and showed off her astonishingly long legs to powerful effect.

This effect was not lost on many of our guests, male and female, who respectively admired and envied her youth and unselfconscious attractiveness. I was amused to see how on several occasions she found herself flirting unintentionally with some of the older men but to my surprise, none of the younger lads.

The evening passed happily; Debbie was seldom the centre of attention so at first was a little uncomfortable being the star of the show but a after few glasses of champagne and a large dose of obvious goodwill she was happy, relaxed and enjoying her good fortune.

As midnight approached and the air began to cool, the guests began to leave and the three of us began to relax, especially our new Junior Partner who by now had obviously enjoyed at least one glass of champagne more than was wise. Both she and Hannah were complaining of tired legs after three hours in ridiculously high heels and we all looked longingly at the hot tub, quickly coming to a unanimous decision to leave the clearing up to the morning and rushing inside to change into our swimming costumes.

Two minutes later, the three of us lay back in the hot water listening to the low hum of the motor and feeling the strong jets massage our legs and backs. Debbie had changed into the tight white bikini that accentuated her womanly curves and I loved to see her wearing. Hannah had donned her one-piece swimsuit, green of course, which tended to highlight the skinniness of her body and her near-absence of breasts and made her look much younger than her current eighteen years.

The warm water lapped around the three of us, the slow, atmospheric music that had been playing most of the evening seemed louder and more enveloping now that the guests had gone. I raised the plastic safety-glass of champagne to my lips and took a long sip, smiling as both Debbie and Hannah did the same.

“To our new Junior Partner!” I said, toasting my gorgeous, capable wife for the umpteenth time that night.

“To Mummy!” Hannah chorused, her words a little slurred.

“Just how much have you had to drink tonight?” Debbie asked her daughter in amusement, her own words slurred too.

“Just about… enough!” She replied cheekily, grinning and stretching out her long legs.

“Ouch!” I giggled as her toes collided with my inner thigh.

“Oops! Sorry!” Hannah raised a hand to her mouth in mock horror and brought her knees up under her chin so they stuck up out of the water.

A moment later I felt Debbie’s feet on my lap and began to stroke her calves and ankles beneath the bubbles as we tried to spot the constellations in the clear blackness of the sky above.

A short while later I felt Hannah’s feet join her mother’s and I stroked them both absent-mindedly, feeling the effects of the champagne. Debbie was clearly feeling it too because I could see her eyes closing in the low patio light, then opening wide in surprise as her face dipped into the water.

“I think our new Partner needs to go to bed,” I said after this had happened for a third time.

“What?” she asked, her voice definitely slurred.

“It’s bed time, Debs,” I smiled. My wife sighed.

“I suppose you’re right. I can’t keep my eyes open. But what about… all this?” she asked, waving her hand at the general untidiness in the garden.

“Hannah and I will bring it all inside tonight. We’ll clean up together in the morning.

“Sure you don’t mind?”

“Certain, right Hannah?” The ginger head nodded eagerly.

“No problem Mum, leave it to us,” she smiled.

“Thanks you two. I’m SOOOO tired!”

Placing her hands on the tub’s rim, Debbie lifted herself upright and climbed unsteadily out of the water. She shivered momentarily in the cold air, then pulled a bathrobe around her and slipping on her flip flops, swayed towards the house.

“I think someone else has had… just enough, too!” I laughed. My wife turned and, sticking her tongue out at us, flounced away, closing Kurtköy Escort the back door behind her.

“I hope she doesn’t lock it!” Hannah said. I grinned.

“We’d look like two prunes if we stayed in here all night.” I joked. Hannah grinned back at me. “Oh well! I suppose we’d better get on with the tidying up then.” I said, preparing to stand up.

Suddenly Hannah’s hand was on my arm.

“Not just yet!” she insisted. “Let’s finish our drinks first. It’s too cold to get out now.”

Smiling, I lowered myself back into the steaming water and raised my legs so my heels rested on the bench at the far side of the tub. Hannah lifted her legs so that they rested across my upper thighs. I tickled her feet playfully.

“Don’t!” she laughed. “No please, don’t!”

I stopped tickling her and let my hand rest on her slender ankle which I began to stroke absent-mindedly under the warm water, sipping champagne with my other hand and listening to the silence on the night – a silence broken by the occasional firework going off in the dark distance.

Hannah slid herself around the tub’s bench seat until she was sitting close up to me, her legs still across mine. I could feel the back of her thighs on my lap but thought nothing of it. My hands which had been stroking her ankles were now close to her knees and without thinking, I began to stroke her lower thighs instead.

“I love the first few weeks of summer,” she said softly, “It’s so… exciting! As if… anything could happen!” Her voice was low and, I slightly slurred as no doubt was my own.

“Just how much champagne HAVE you had?” I laughed and immediately regretted it as her beaming face turned to a frown.

“I’m not a child, you know,” she countered, her body stiffening.

” I know,” I said quietly, patting her thigh under the water. “It’s just hard to keep pace with the way you’ve grown since I first met you all those years ago.”

“You’re not that old yourself, you know,” she said strangely, wriggling closer to me on the bench and putting her legs right across mine.

An eerie silence descended, punctuated by more exploding fireworks. I stroked further up her thigh with my fingertips. She wriggled a little more.

“Sorry. Does it tickle?” I asked, my hand moving away from her leg. She grasped my wrist and pulled my fingers back onto her thigh.

“It’s nice. Sort of soothing too though,” she replied and the silence fell again.

The tub’s motor came to the end of its cycle and stopped. The dark silence was eerie and after a minute I pressed the button again. The water jets resumed their pleasant pummelling of my back and thighs as, without a conscious thought passing through my mind, my fingers slowly and gently resumed their stroking of Hannah’s knees and gradually continued their unconscious travel upwards along her slender thighs.

In short, smooth movements my fingertips lightly danced over her warm skin, which felt soft and smooth under the hot water as her thighs became thicker and softer closer to her waist. The turbulence from the jets swirled around my hands and I felt Hannah’s pale, skinny arm slip around my shoulders.

“Are you ok?” I asked in a whisper.

She simply nodded as in the darkness of the water my fingers moved gradually but inexorably along her thigh towards the hem of her costume, unconsciously sliding deeper between her thighs as they progressed, surprisingly without resistance.

The night was spookily silent, neither of us speaking a word but I could clearly see Hannah’s lycra-covered breasts rising and falling close to my chest in long and deep, rhythmic breaths. My dancing fingers casually slipped deeper between her thighs. To my astonishment, I felt her legs open slightly as if to allow better access to her forbidden core. My fingers slipped deeper until the back of my hand brushed against her inner thighs. I stroked the soft skin beneath my fingertips.

Suddenly I was aware of a low, breathless moan in my left ear. I turned my head to see Hannah, her eyes now closed, resting her forehead gently and submissively on my shoulder.

To my horror I realised that my fingers were now gently massaging the crotch of her swimming costume and that she had unquestionably spread her legs to make room for me.

I froze.

“Mmm Don’t stop…” Hannah whispered in my ear.

“But…”

“Shhh! It’s ok. Please…”

Amazed and confused, I began to massage her soft, young pudenda through the gusset of her tight swimming costume; like a clumsy teenager on a first date, but with an adult’s more experienced touch. Something within me told me this wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing but the champagne was doing its job and Hannah’s undoubted willingness kept my misgivings to the back of my mind.

As I explored the contours of her vulva beneath the tight-fitting material, I felt her body tense then relax and the arm around my shoulders tighten and loosen as my fingers did their work. I ran my fingertips lightly into the crease at the top of her thigh, feeling my way along the costume’s elasticated hem before carefully beginning to work the tip of one finger underneath it. A moment later I could feel her tightly curled soft pubic hair under my fingernails.

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Black Man One Ch. 09

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The next morning I woke up much later than usual.

It was “the day after” the one-sided beating I took at the hands of the young black stud from the boxing workout. My young, beautiful blonde wife had witnessed her taller white wimp of a husband getting pummeled by the tougher black man just the evening before. It was obvious that she had envisioned ” boxing practice” and “sparring” in an entirely different way before watching the demoralizing workout from a short distance.

Now, she was different.

This morning was even more humiliating, and the beating I had taken will be ingrained in my memory for the rest of my life. As I made my way to the bathroom shower, I was unaware that it was already past 11 o’clock. Weakly, I turned on the shower and began to look at my beaten face in the mirror.

My face and the sides of my body were throbbing in pain. Now, the two black eyes I received were coming into form and becoming darker than ever. My face looked much worse than it felt but the obvious appearance was absurd and defeating to me.

I still had not seen Julie yet.

Once I completed my shower and changed, I headed down to the kitchen in a mild haze. It was there that I saw Julie standing at the end of the kitchen by the windows, and she was looking out towards the pool. She hardly knew I was there as I approached in silence. Her beautiful blue eyes were focused and riveted on the pool area below.

As I walked over and looked out, he was there. The young black stud was laying out by the pool in another one of his skimpy masculine bikinis, this one was a solid black bikini. Unbelievably, there was a pretty strawberry-blonde haired woman in her late 20’s on her knees to his left. She was holding a plate of what looked like an egg and sausage breakfast, and she was actually feeding the young black stud as he held a cell phone to his ear.

Julie had been staring at him all along, and she was completely lost in thought. She seemed almost frozen as she peered toward Tra’mon and his subservient white female companion.

“H-Honey?” I said, trying to break her trance.

My wife suddenly turned to me when she heard my voice. Her look of shock and despair were like I had never seen.

“Oh my god, Richard? Are you feeling alright?” she asked nervously as she observed my 2 black eyes and beaten up face.

“Uh, yeah. I-I’ll be okay, I guess.” I answered, lying and trying to play it off like my face was simply caused by a “normal workout.” Deep down, I believe Julie knew what she had observed the day before was the furthest thing from my interpretation.

“It was just a tougher workout than usual.” I added, trying to buffer my condition.

For some reason, I tried “clinging” to any shred of masculinity I might have had left. Like most white men, I was attempting to minimize the obvious display of my inferiority to the superior black man which had been witnessed by my young white wife.

“You can’t keep getting beaten up like this, Richard. Promise me you’ll stop.” she said, concerned.

“O-Okay, honey. I will.” I answered, humiliated.

“You’ll talk to Trey today, right?” Julie persisted. “I don’t want him beating you up anymore.” she said.

“Y-Yes, honey. Okay. I will do that.” I replied.

“Well, do you want me to fix a breakfast or a light lunch for you?” Julie asked.

I looked up to the clock and suddenly noticed that it was 11:40 a.m., and that is when I remembered the commitment I had made to the black man. I remembered agreeing to the extra 70k investment for his business venture, then remembered him telling me that I would need to have it to him by noon today.

At least this is what was going through my mind.

“Oh, gosh. Today is Saturday, right honey?” I gasped.

“Yes, why?” she asked.

“Well, uh-the bank closes at noon today and I did promise Tra’mon that I would get that investment over to him today. Didn’t I?” I asked, worriedly.

“I-I don’t know, Richard. Did you? Maybe he can wait until Monday? Just go talk to him and tell him that you overslept.” my wife suggested.

“I d-don’t think I-I should do that, honey. I th-think I can still make it.” I replied, as I cowardly scurried out the door and headed for the bank.

I remember feeling nervous and tremendously scared to disappoint the young black stud. I knew how important this all was to him.

Within 15 minutes, I made it to the bank. I arrived only 5 minutes before they closed for the day. The bank teller looked at my beaten up face with great curiosity as she made out the cashiers check to Tra’mon. The bank allowed me to stay and wait inside after they closed in order to complete the transaction.

By the time I left the bank, they had been closed for fifteen minutes and I was already late. Still, I found some small sense of relief that I had gotten this part of my commitment done. Getting this young black stud upset was not something that would be in my best interest, and I knew this all too well.

Nervously, I drove Pendik Escort back home to our condo building and arrived just past 12:30 in the afternoon.

With the enveloped check in hand, I made my way out to the pool area to look for Tra’mon. He had been there with one of his white women when I left nearly an hour before.

Now, he was gone and I could feel myself growing more tense and worried as I looked around wondering what I should do. I thought, perhaps, he had gone back to his condo unit number one. I felt that it would be best to go see him before he came looking for me.

I began heading in that direction.

Once again, I made my way through the workout center and down the short corridor leading to the black man’s condo. My nervousness increased with each and every step I took. When I arrived, I “tapped” on his door rather timidly and waited, and waited.

I heard his muffled voice talking to someone so I knew he was there. But, I could not make out anything he was saying. The faint sound of a woman’s voice responded to his words on occasion, yet they were both too far away for me to understand. I “tapped” on the door another time and continued to wait.

I waited for nearly five minutes shaking in my shorts when the door finally opened. It was Tra’mon. He was still shirtless and dressed in that same microscopic black bikini as his strong and determined eyes looked into mine.

“C’mon in, boy.” He said, sternly and rudely.

He simply looked at my beaten up face and sneered.

The young black stud simply turned his back to me and began walking back inside.

“Got dat’ ass kicked pretty good, huh?” He laughed.

Nervously, I closed the door and meekly followed behind. I could not speak and I could feel my legs shaking with fear as I stepped into the living room of condo number one.

“Sit down! I’ll be right back.” He ordered.

“Y-Y-Yes, Sir.” I answered, tentatively taking a seat on the sofa couch.

Tra’mon boldly strutted towards the master bedroom with an arrogance few can describe accurately. The bedroom door was only partially opened, and I could see that it was the entrance to his master bedroom from my cowering position on the sofa. When the black stud pushed the bedroom door open a little further to enter I was amazed to see a strawberry-blonde haired woman laying on the bed.

She was the same redheaded woman that had been feeding Tra’mon his breakfast by the pool earlier that morning.

The late 20’s beautiful white woman was stark-naked and laying flat on her belly upon the king sized bed. She seemed passed out now, and it was obvious she had been fucked mercilessly by the young black stud.

My eyes widened as I watched him walk in and casually grab this woman by the top of her long, bright shiny hair. He took a fistful of her hair and literally “yanked” her off the bed from her laying position. The sudden jolt awakened her. Brutally, the black stud dragged this woman by her hair off the bed and onto the carpeted floor at the foot it. He positioned her on her knees.

“Oh my g-g-god.” I gasped, looking at this white woman’s condition.

Tra’mon continued holding her head by the hair with one fist and pulled his massive cock out from the black bikini pouch with the other. It had to be at least 10 inches and as thick as a boa constrictor. It was darker than an eggplant. The grip he had on her hair was strong and fierce, almost as if he was pulling the reddish-blonde roots from her delicate head. The pretty white woman was barely coherent with her face reddened and her cheeks flushed. She looked dazed and almost terrifed, to be honest.

He stood above her and shoved his monstrous cock into her mouth with such force and began roughly fucking this white woman’s mouth.

It was humiliating to be there witnessing what seemed like the near sexual assault of his strawberry-blonde companion. He placed one of his strong hands under her chin and around her throat. With the other on the top of her head, he used this as leverage to brutally fuck her mouth even harder. The woman’s eyes widened and her eyes teared profusely. She struggled to breathe, and the gurgling and choking sounds filled the entire condo apartment.

I watched in awe from 20 feet away as the black stud fucked this white woman’s mouth for about 5 minutes. That is when he finally began dumping his large load into her fragile mouth. Tra’mon then removed his cock from her mouth and dumped several “globs” of his cum onto her forehead, just above her eyes. It began to cascade down her pretty face almost immediately.

The blonde woman gasped and was breathing so heavy that I thought her chest would explode as the black stud released her throat. He kept his one powerful fist on the top of her head, fiercely gripping her long hair as he looked down to her with a look of conquest. He seemed to be waiting for her to catch her breath as she remained on her knees looking up to him in awe.

Patiently, he waited. Then, suddenly Anadolu Yakası Escort he pulled the exhausted white woman up by the hair from her kneeling position, and onto her feet.

She was still completely nude when he began pulling her around the room like a ragdoll, never letting go of her hair. He would push her down on occasion so she could reach her things, which were scattered on the floor throughout the apartment. He pushed her down to retrieve her bikini, dress and blouse, and her shoes and purse. Systematically, all the articles were gathered into her arms as he dragged her around by her hair. The pretty white woman’s face was plastered with his thick seed as it continued dripping down from her forehead.

I sat there watching humiliated and embarrassed for her.

Tra’mon simply dragged the nude white woman out of the room, down the hallway, and then through the apartment past me. He escorted her to the front door.

“I gots’ sum’ business to discuss now, bitch.” He told her as they reached the front door.

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to call you later?” she meekly asked the black stud as he ripped her hair firmly.

“You do that.” He ordered, opening the door and literally tossing her out into the hallway outside his apartment. She was naked, and with her clothes clutched in her arms as she stumbled out.

The black man simply slammed the door shut and began walking back into the livingroom as if this was routine for him. My awestrucked face was beet red and I was speechless. His mammoth cock stuffed back into those flimsy little black bikinis was now noticeably dripping with his seed. He simply walked back in without a care in the world as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

He would never mention anything about the beautiful white woman he had just used and kicked out of his condo apartment.

“You drink beer?” He suddenly asked me.

Still speechless, I looked up at him in disbelief. My mouth tried forming the word “no” as I shook my head and tried explaining that I didn’t drink beer. But, no words came out.

“You do now. In the frige.” He said.

“Git me one while you’re at it and let’s take a look at what’cha brought me today.” He said, cockily.

I got up from the sofa and walked over to his kitchen to “fetch” the beer from his refrigerator. Suddenly, my cell phone “beeped” and I looked down to see it was a text message from Julie.

“Where are you?” her text message read.

“At Tra’mon’s talking about the investment.” I returned.

“OK.” her return text read.

I looked over to see Tra’mon beginning to sit down on a cushioned chair. He was holding the envelope I brought with the check inside. Nervously, I opened the 2 bottles of imported beer and began walking back into the livingroom. That is when my cell phone chirped another incoming text message.

“Don’t forget to tell Trey you can’t practice fighting with him anymore.” she texted.

Embarrassed, I handed the black stud one of the beers and held the other in my weakling hands. I then sat on the end of the sofa to the left of his cushioned chair. My hands were shaking as I set my cell down on the small table before us, and Tra’mon noticed this.

“The little woman, huh?” He asked, grinning.

“Y-Y-Yeah.” I answered, my eyes falling to the floor, embarrassed.

“Yeah, well dat’s one fine piece of ass ya’ got there for a wife whiteboy.” He said, rudely smiling.

“What’s she want from you now?” He asked, rather casually.

I was intimidated and terrified to the point of near tears at this particular moment. I didn’t want to say that my young, blonde wife wanted me to stop sparring with him. I knew that I wanted it all to stop, myself, and this was the main reason I was here investing an additional 70 thousand.

But, I told him anyway.

“W-Well, sh-she doesn’t w-want me sparring anymore.” I answered, quivering as I set the other bottle of beer on the table.

My face must have turned a different shade of red than the bruises I took from the beating. He looked at me almost amused. He took a drink of beer from his bottle and contemplated my overwhelming look of embarrassment.

“She saw her big pussy of a husband gettin’ dat’ ass kicked, didn’t she?” He sneered.

My head lowered in complete shame. My face blushed a thousand times more and his words ripped right through me like a knife through butter. My fear of him and the embarrassment I felt had to be so obvious to him. I couldn’t believe he had just called me that name so boldly and I found myself unable to answer for the moment.

“You must’ve been tellin’ her you were once all that, huh?” he laughed, continuing.

“Typical white boy bullshit.” he ripped.

I kept my eyes lowered as the black man spoke.

“Now, you think investing in a brotha will stop it all, don’t you?” he asked, opening the envelope and looking at the check.

There was an uncomfortable silence as it seemed the young black stud was getting İstanbul Escort upset by his own words. I didn’t understand why he would be angry after I just handed him another cashier’s check, making my total investment in his new workout center business $120,000.00?!

I was trembling in fear as I sat on the end of his sofa. I simply did not know how to react at the moment. All I could think about was trying to get out of there and running for cover.

“Dat’ true, boy? You trying to buy me off?” he asked firmly.

My eyes remained to the carpeted floor before the sofa as the black stud now stood up before his chair. His powerful presence overwhelmed me as I sat there shaking in complete silence.

“You trying to buy me out? You trying to get a nigga to sell out so you can look good to dat’ pretty lil’ wife of yours?” he asked loudly.

The pause was merely seconds.

“I asked you a question, boy!” Tra’mon ripped, now standing right before me.

“Oh my god! N-N-No, I-I wasn’t th-thinking that, Sir. N-No, s-sir. N-Not at all, Sir.” I cowardly replied.

The young black stud simply reached down and put his strong hand to my throat. He lifted me to my feet by it until I was standing right before him. My 6’4″ tall frame and being seven inches taller than him at 5’9″ tall didn’t seem to matter in the least. I was petrified as he held me by my neck when his aggressive eyes met mine.

“What’d I tell you before?” He asked, quizzing me, his grip on my neck getting firmer.

At the time, I was confused by the black stud’s question and had no concept of how I should answer him. My mind was drifting as my already beaten up face looked slightly downward into his fierce-looking eyes. I still had no answer.

“I told ya’ it’s all about respect, boy! Didn’t I?” he asked.

“Y-Yes, Sir.” I whispered.

“Say it!” he ordered.

“It’s all a-about r-respect, S-Sir.” I repeated, my eyes now tearing up.

“Dats’ right. Respect for the black man!” he yelled, firming his grip on my neck.

“Y-Yes, Sir. R-Respect for the b-b-black man, S-sir.” I repeated, once again.

The black stud then released my throat and shoved me back down to the sofa. I gasped and put my hands to my own neck coughing and trying to regain my composure. I was thankful that the young black man didn’t beat me up again.

“The workouts will continue.” he said.

“I’ll tell ya’ when, whiteboy. You just need to explain it all to that pretty little white wife of yours, ya’ got that?” He yelled.

“P-Please, Sir?” I begged.

“You just tell her that we won’t be sparring so much anymore, and that you’ll be still helping wit’ my workouts. Got dat’?” he ordered.

“Y-Yes, S-Sir, Okay.” I whispered, defeatedly.

“Good! Now, git’ the fuck outta my face before I get really upset.” he commanded.

“Y-Yes, Sir. O-O-Okay, Sir.” I mumbled.

I was terrifed beyond words. Meekly, I stood up from the sofa and took my first two steps towards the door. The black stud was to my right side and his stern face and aggressive eyes caught mine for a split second. Again, I immediately lowered my eyes before him.

When I took my first step past him, the young black man “literally” landed one swift kick to my backside. His rude, arrogant kick to my ass sent me falling forward towards the door on my hands and knees. Embarrassed and afraid, I simply picked myself up from the floor and opened the door. I didn’t look back as I walked out of his condo apartment.

It was another moment of humiliation as I made my way back to my own condo. I walked with my proverbial tail between my legs trying to think of the words I would use to explain to my young wife that the workouts would continue.

The young black stud had all but threatened me and literally kicked my backside because, in his own mind, I had “offended” him.

To him, I was not showing the proper respect to him, or to black men. My reasons for investing in his business was just a way of “paying him off” to stop beating me up.

He knew this all too well, and I was ashamed to admit that he was right.

Still, when I returned to my apartment and saw Julie I could not find the courage to tell her the truth. Not exactly. It would have been far too humiliating to admit to her what had happened in Tra’mon’s apartment minutes before. Once again, I found myself lying uncontrollably to protect any shred of masculinity I may have had left.

“Tra’mon still needs a workout partner and, well, I said I would just do that until he finds another.” I told my wife.

“Oh, Richard. No, I don’t want him beating you up like that anymore.” Julie said.

“H-He said that h-he doesn’t need to sp-spar with me anymore, honey. He j-just said regular workouts, okay?” I lied.

“What’s that mean?” she asked.

“Ya’ know. Just workouts with machines and weights, exercising. Holding the heavy bag for him. That’s all.” I answered, still completely unaware of what the black man wanted.

“Well, I guess that’s okay then. Besides, Trey said he’s going to be busy after his Sunday match at the fight club. He said he’s going to start looking for the right location for his workout center.” Julie informed me.

“Trey must have been so grateful for your investments though, right?” she asked.

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Alicia was lying on the bed of her 2nd floor hotel room. Rich, her husband, was gone. Her head was fuzzy. She looked at the bottles of beer and heavy booze and decided it was quite the night. Then the memory flashed across her eyes.

Yesterday. They were out on the beach yesterday. Other people were naked, some topless. Alicia refused and Rich got upset. He wasn’t mad but she could tell he really wanted her to get naked in front of others. He’d made mention of it before every now and then but the guy never pursued it too hard. Maybe Alicia was too likely to turn him down.

She sat up, realized it was a bad decision, and laid back down. She reached for an open bottle of some beer or another and poured it into her open mouth. Wasn’t 32 too old to be doing this? Maybe, though her husband of the same age didn’t think so. She was still having fun, either way.

Suddenly, the urge to vomit ripped her stomach open. She ran to backroom, puked, and rested a few moments. Cold and on the floor, Alicia realized she did not have any clothes on. Well, Rich should see her now! Naked! But she was shivering. She crawled back to the bedroom. The bed was too high to reach in her current state. She pulled at the covers but they were too well-tucked in under the mattress. Hot sunlight streamed through the sliding glass door that led to their balcony. She crawled into the light, warmed, and closed her eyes. Slept.

Alicia woke up again, feeling much better. She was still in the sun. It was around 2:00 in the afternoon, an hour since she was up last. She got up, wobbling slightly, and walked to the bathroom. She downed a glass of water and felt immediately better. She could even feel the water hydrate her arms and legs. It was amazing.

Alicia put a robe on and looked around. Still no sign of Rich. He must be around somewhere. She walked out onto the balcony to admire the view. The beach was a long stretch of off-white soft sand. The water was a beautiful blue-green so clear, you could see to the Pendik Escort bottom. It was perfect.

Until she noticed her husband. He was talking to two girls, younger by ten years at least. One, with long blonde hair, had large breasts and was topless. The other was red-haired and completely naked. Rich had on a bathing suit and a sleeveless t-shirt. They had his undivided attention. Alicia tried not to be angry. He had asked her to get nude on the beach and she knew he was a very visual guy. But this was right in front of her. Only 100 feet away from his sleeping wife, her husband was carrying on with two young girls. For shame!

Well, she decided, if he wants naked, he can have it. She undid the belt around her waist. The robe was small on her frame and her average-sized breasts pushed through. Warm air and sunlight hit her stomach and her shaved pussy. She wasn’t used to this, standing where people could see her.

She took a breath and stepped onto the balcony.

“Richy!” she cooed at him. Several nearby heads swiveled up at the sound of her voice. A man walking just below the balcony looked up her as he walked by. She looked down at him. A shiver passed through her body as his face appeared between her breasts, staring between her legs. She fought the urge to cover up.

Rich was looking at her, pure lust in his eyes. The blonde chick with the big tits looked up at Alicia. That one was apparently upset she was losing a competition to an older, slightly less attractive woman and she wanted to make a statement. She tapped Rich on the shoulder. He turned and she said good-bye to him. The red-haired girl waved and walked towards. The blonde girl turned to leave, but spun back and pulled Rich into a hug. Her eyes met Alicia’s as she pressed her bare breasts into Rich’s chest. Alicia gave Rich credit, though. He broke the hug quickly and headed towards the hotel, his eyes on his wife.

Alicia realized she was still getting attention. Both men and women Anadolu Yakası Escort were still throwing looks and glances her way. Her husband’s tongue was down by his knees. And she enjoyed the feeling of attention. Without thinking, afraid she’s stop herself, she pulled the robe off as fast as possible and tossed it on the ground 20 feet below.

“Oops, Rich, I dropped my robe.”

She laughed merrily when Rich actually tripped over his feet and went face-first into the sand. Instincts urged her to cover up but the rush of being naked overpowered her hands. She actually shook slightly with excitement. The sun and light breeze washed over her skin. Men glanced at her continually as she stood on the balcony, exposed to the world. She could hear husband running around the building and up the metal stairs. He kicked the door in, ignoring the key, and advanced on her, hunger on his face.

She turned to face him, giving beachgoers a view of her ass. She glanced over her shoulder. Directly below her were two teenagers, standing still and staring up. She looked back at her husband and spread her feet wider.

“Think we’ll get busted if I fuck you right out here?” he asked, closing in on her.

“Yes,” she said, her hand snaking inside his bathing suit, squeezing his growing erection. “Did those two sluts give you an eyeful?”

“They liked the attention. I think you do, too,” he responded. He reached between her legs and his finger came away glistening. Alicia looked down. The two high school boys were still staring up at her. On her thighs were pearls of moisture. She didn’t believe how wet she was. She went to wipe the juice off and her finger slid along her clit. Her hip swung at the pleasure.

“I think we’d better go in,” she said, “Unless you prefer me out here.” She turned and faced the water again. Rich ran inside and came back out moments later, digital camera in hand. Alicia never posed for nude pictures before, but she was too hot to say no. İstanbul Escort She leaned forward over the railing, legs spread wide and looked over her shoulder. Rich was snapping pictures like crazy. She turned back to him, showing him her body. She waved at the crowd of beachgoers and several waved back.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said. She shoved Rich back into the hotel room and yanked his bathing suit down. He tripped again and fell backwards onto the bed. Alicia’s body followed and she landed on his legs. Immediately, her mouth covered his cock and her head bobbed up and down. Rich groaned and played with the camera. Alicia saw a red light pop on and knew he was filming. She’d never been in a sex tape either, but they were breaking barriers now. She worked for the camera, running her tongue along the bottom of Rich’s dick. She deepthroated him, her lips making contact with his pelvis. She moved her head up and down in short, little bursts, fucking his dick with her throat. Her hand slid between her legs and she rubbed her own clit. She was close to exploding.

Alicia sucked Rich’s dick a few seconds more, then pulled off him. He lied on his back and she climbed on top. She took his cock in her hand, positioned herself, and lowered her pussy onto him. She was so wet, he slid right in. She leaned forward, rubbing her clit hard against his lower stomach and pumping away at him. Her orgasm built within seconds. She felt Rich’s stomach tighten and he cried out, his hands reaching up to cup her tits. His thumbs lightly stroked her nipples and Alicia went over the edge. Tension in her body released in an explosion of bliss. Ecstasy rippled through her body and she collapsed on top of Rich’s chest. Seconds later, she rolled off him and grabbed the towel lying on the floor.

Clean-up, spent, and still breathing heavy, Rich looked at Alicia.

“That was seriously the hottest thing you’ve ever done. Just thinking about it, I’m ready to fuck again. Can I post the pictures?”

She swatted his chest, shaking her head. “I guess you’ll have the memory the rest of your life,” she said.

There was a knock at the door.

Rich reached for Alicia’s robe, lying on the bed, and threw it on the ground. His eyes went to the door.

“Care to make another?” he asked.

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