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Chapter Eleven – Cock Fight

Jonathan felt like he was being suffocated by how angry he felt. The only explanation was that Maddox had somehow thought of Ray being the competition or something along those lines. That, however, gave him no right to put some girl up to seduce Ray and who knew what else. Hanna appeared to be an honest albeit aloof girl, and according to her declarations, she liked Ray for real, but that still didn’t make things right.

Maddox Kingsley, Mad Dawg or not, would have to be held accountable for his actions. And if there were anything good enough to cure Jonathan of his obsession with the guy, proving the guy was an absolute asshole after all could do the trick.

He knocked on the door to the house Maddox was sharing with his friends with increased urgency. Dex opened it and stared at him for a moment.

“Is Maddox in?” It would be so stupid if he had hurried there without even knowing if Maddox were home.

Dex grinned and opened the door wider. “Sure. Upstairs–“

“I know where it is. And please, wipe that grin off your face. You better keep 911 on speed dial.”

Sure enough, Dex’s smile faded rapidly. Jonathan moved quickly past him and rushed up the stairs, but not fast enough to not hear Rusty commenting, “911? Just how kinky are you two going to get?”

He ground his teeth hard. This had nothing to do with being kinky, and damn if Maddox couldn’t make him hot under the collar in all possible ways, and not all good. What was he thinking? No way was good with the most popular slash bad boy on campus, and he needed to get him out of his system for good, while trying to get himself out of the other’s at the same time.

The first thing he did when he stopped in front of the door wasn’t to take a deep breath, but to knock angrily and then let himself in. Too bad for Maddox if he were naked with some girl in his bed. He surely deserved the embarrassment.

“What the absolute hell, Kingsley?” he started as soon as he let himself in and slammed the door behind him.

Instant regret over not taking that deep breath almost knocked him off his feet the moment his eyes landed on Maddox. Who was indeed naked, save for a pair of shorts, and was doing reps with dumbbells in both hands while listening to music on his headphones. His muscles were glistening and, for a moment, Jonathan did nothing but stare at those gorgeous arms and perfect washboard abs. He temporarily forgot why he was there and wondered why he couldn’t just walk over and run his hands over those amazing pectorals while deciding if they were truly real.

His unwitting host grinned at him, dropped the dumbbells, and took out his airpods, throwing them quickly on the desk. The pretty gray eyes gave him a suggestive once over, then Maddox picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Jonathan had the weirdest desire that he would just stop there and leave the rest alone.

“What’s up, Hamilton? Knocking on my door already? Want some sugar?” Maddox drawled the words.

That had the effect of a cold shower, and Jonathan remembered right away why he was there, filled with wishes for righteous retribution. “Don’t you dare joke around,” he hissed. He walked over to Maddox and pushed against his shoulder, his perfect, sweaty shoulder, with two fingers. “Why on earth would you send that bunny to attack Ray?”

“Attack? Bunny?” Maddox asked, looking adorably confused.

Ha! Like he would fall prey for the same act again. “Hanna,” Jonathan said through his teeth. “Does the name Hanna ring a bell or do I need to box your ears until you remember?”

“Ah, Hanna. Why are you calling her a bunny? It’s not very nice and her front teeth are not that big.”

Jonathan groaned. “You put her up to seducing Ray. Why? Was it some weird way of getting back at me? What for?” Somehow, Maddox’s naked chest was too distracting and his eyes just kept wandering downward. His fingers itched to drag themselves through the dark hair covering them. In the process, his righteous anger was finding it hard to stay hot.

“I had to know if you turned Ray, too,” Maddox said promptly.

“Turned Ray?” Jonathan’s voice rose another notch.

“Yeah. If you made him gay,” Maddox explained, like there was any need for that.

Jonathan sputtered, annoyed. “That’s certainly not the case. And Ray could be bisexual, not that he is, and it wouldn’t be your business anyway. That’s it,” he added quickly. “If you have a problem with me, come to me with it. Leave Ray alone.”

“Why? Is he your boyfriend?” Maddox threw at him tersely. “Because he sure was quick to forget about you–“

Jonathan took two steps back and put his fists up. “Let’s settle this with some old-fashioned throw down. As you can see, I’m a gentleman and I’ll give you a chance to prepare this time.”

Maddox gave him a stricken look. “You came here so that we could throw punches at each other? Are you insane?”

“Indeed I am. Before, landing that punch was clearly beginner’s luck, and I’m starting not to regret it. Given how Anadolu Yakası Escort much experience you have with fights, I’ll probably be in a world of pain within the next minute, but I’m here to settle things once and for all.”

***

What the hell was Jonathan spewing now? And he wanted to fight? Not that he didn’t look kind of cute, all worked up like that, Maddox thought and grinned. Well, seeing how much of a prick he was being, he didn’t deserve to learn the truth about Hanna, at least not right away. It appeared that Jonathan thought him to be a bad boy, and now Maddox was more than willing to prove him right just to give him a taste of all the suffering he had endured over the last weeks because of him.

Jonathan still wanted him like crazy, and Maddox was no longer willing to overlook that. Even now, seething with rage and trying to act tough, he was letting his eyes wander down, and his eyelashes flutter, while his lower lip trembled just a smidge.

Maybe he had no experience whatsoever with guys, but boy, Jonathan would not leave this room the way he’d done before. Maddox moved fast and caught Jonathan’s wrists with ease. He smirked as he sensed not that much resistance from the other, and a surprised gasp told him what he needed to know. Forcefully, he began to push Jonathan backward, manipulating him so he landed on the bed. With ease, he straddled his waist and held him between his thighs, making sure to apply enough pressure to ensure that there was no escape for his prey.

Showtime.

“You’re talking about being a gentleman? I’ve been nothing but that ever since we met, and you’ve been nothing but a prick about it.”

Jonathan was staring at him with wide eyes. His breath was coming in short puffs, and he smelled of nothing more than arousal. Yeah, Maddox thought, the dude was just as horny for him as he was.

“A gentleman? When were you that?” Jonathan protested, but made no move to free his hands, as if his entire strength had drained out of him.

“I had you here,” Maddox growled menacingly while trying hard not to break into laughter. Since Jonathan had it so bad for bad boys, he had to oblige. “You were in this room, and I had my hands almost in your pants, and I let you run away. Then I had you tied to a tree, and I let you escape again.”

“I thought you said I was the escape artist,” Jonathan said defensively. “Not that you let me go.”

Maddox smirked. “I was just being careful of your feelings, darling. But seeing what a huge jerk you can be about other people’s feelings, you deserve to be treated as you should.” With that, he let go of Jonathan’s wrists and pushed him onto his back. He loomed above him, enjoying every moment of watching Jonathan lick his lips and let out small huffs while doing nothing to release himself. “Tell you what. I’m going to give you a chance to get away this time, too.” He pressed his crotch against Jonathan’s and grinned when his body met the unmistakable hardness there. “I’m going to kiss you and count to ten. Then I’m going to see if you got hard. If you’re limp and still hate me, I’m going to let you go. See? I’m actually a good guy.”

Jonathan snorted. Ah, so there still was some fight left in him. “I’m not playing your –“

Maddox pressed their lips together fast, enjoying how Jonathan opened his mouth right away to get tongue. Just as fast, he pulled back, leaving the other wanting more. He grabbed Jonathan’s crotch and let a grin split his face. “Ten, jackpot.”

“Ten? You didn’t even count,” Jonathan protested.

“I can count really fast, and Hamilton,” Maddox said while pushing himself off the bed, “that’s a perfect ten erection right there. Come on, out with it, so that we can finally do what we should have been doing since the first day we met.”

Jonathan pressed his hands over his crotch in a defensive manner. “What do you want?”

Maddox knew he was pushing his luck, basically, but all this playing around with Jonathan was driving him nuts. “You wanted a fight. So let’s have it. Only it’s going to be on my terms.”

“What do you mean?” Jonathan mumbled.

Oh, but he was so pretty, horny and confused like that. He could be out and proud all he wanted, his lack of experience just made him all the more desirable. Maddox decided on the spot that he would be Jonathan’s first in all ways possible.

He pointed a finger at him in warning. “We’re going to have a cock fight. Get rid of your clothes. I want you naked by the time I count to ten.”

“But you count really fast,” Jonathan complained.

“I’ll make an exception and count like an average person. One. Off with the sweater.”

To his surprise, Jonathan followed his command obediently and pulled the sweater over his head.

“All right. Two, the shirt.”

Hopefully, Jonathan didn’t have on more than ten articles of clothing. By eight, he was just as Maddox had wanted him for so long, naked in his bed, wearing nothing but the most delicious blush. With a smirk, he pushed down his shorts, letting his Kurtköy Escort erection bounce around happily. Then he climbed on the bed and straddled Jonathan again. “Sorry about not taking a shower,” he whispered, only then realizing that he was kind of stinking. “Should I–“

“It’s all right,” Jonathan whispered and wrapped one hand around the back of Maddox’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

***

A fight was a fight, Jonathan thought as he let his lips crush against Maddox’s plump ones with reckless abandon. Despite his horrible manners, Maddox had a point, and that was the surest way to work it out of their system, the both of them. Any belligerent intent was gone from his mind now, and while he was acutely aware that he was basically succumbing to the one thing he had promised himself not to succumb to, it was impossible to stop.

One way or another, he would set things straight with Maddox, and then everyone’s universe would get back to normal. “How is this cock fight supposed to work?” he murmured against the other’s lips.

“Like this,” Maddox said and pressed their hard cocks together.

The friction was too little and still killing him at the same time. Jonathan couldn’t suppress a moan. “What are the victory conditions?”

Maddox moved his lips along his jawline, making him mad with desire. He was shaking with it by now, and he probably should have thought twice before barging in and stumbling over a naked sweaty Maddox. The scent of the other’s skin was enough to drive him crazy, but he needed to go all in and plow through until there was nothing left of this ridiculous crush.

“Victory conditions, hmm,” Maddox hummed against his skin. “Whoever comes first will have to be the other’s slave for a month.”

“A month? Seriously?” Jonathan breathed out. Naughty fingers were pulling gently at his left nipple, sending ripples of new arousal straight to his cock. At the same time, Maddox was getting busy devouring the side of his neck, by sucking in the skin and letting it free with loud lewd noises. “And what would this slavery entail?”

“Everything,” Maddox said enigmatically.

“I can’t sign up for that, it’s just too vague,” Jonathan protested meekly.

Maddox was grinding against him slowly. “Then let me phrase it like this. I’ll win–“

“You’re so full of it,” Jonathan shot back.

“Don’t interrupt. I’ll win, and then, for one month, we’ll hook up like crazy.”

“Do you expect me to have sex with you?” Jonathan asked, trying so hard to muster outrage where there was none. “I don’t intend to let you fuck me in the ass.” Hell if he didn’t intend to do just that, but only because he was completely out of his mind.

“Then don’t lose,” Maddox said with an all-knowing smirk. “Just so you know, I wasn’t thinking of full-blown penetration, but since you brought it up, I’m seriously warming up to the idea.”

“What? But what could hooking up mean?” Jonathan tried to backpedal, with no success. Now, Maddox’s tongue was in his ear forcing all rational thoughts to leave his head.

“Lots of things, virgin boy. I’m not the one obsessed with anal fucking, though. It must be that you’ve thought of it already.” Maddox’s voice was sweet as honey in his ear. “Have you, Jonathan? Ever thought of me fucking you? Popping that delicious cherry of yours?”

He squirmed and trembled. With one impossible last effort, he stared into those naughty pretty eyes, and froze. Maddox freaking Kingsley was making fun of him! “No, never,” he replied stubbornly, unwilling to lose so easily.

Maddox moved again, pressing hard against him. “Liar,” he teased. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you want it. I’ll drive you as nuts as you’re driving me right now.”

“I’m doing nothing,” Jonathan replied. Everything Maddox did to him made him dizzy with more want.

“Then maybe you should start if you don’t want to lose this cock fight.”

That was, actually, good advice. Jonathan had never thought of himself as some seducer, but one thing he could do. He brought his mouth over Maddox’s lovely lips and pushed his tongue inside. Tasting that bad boy was like tasting everything that was sweet and forbidden in the world. He should have known better, but there they were, and maybe it was better to just have this burn and fizzle. Maddox was sure to get over it once he satisfied his curiosity regarding sex with a guy.

But letting him fuck him? That was a stretch, so yes, maybe he needed to put his all into not losing. Maddox, after all, knew as little about sex with a guy as him, and that gave them the middle ground needed for a fair fight. Jonathan allowed his hands to wander down Maddox’s muscular back until they reached the enticing curve of his ass. This straight boy needed to be taught a lesson, after all. He grabbed the round mounds with his hands and began to tease them together, parting them and pushing them together while his fingers inched closer and closer to the crack.

That appeared to make Maddox forget all about teasing and talking. He moved Pendik Escort his hips faster now, grinding more against Jonathan, and making their cocks slide one on top of the other with increased urgency.

“How about this?” he whispered. “What if I’m actually thinking of popping your bad boy’s cherry?”

His fingers hit a homerun, pressing against the warm skin and dipping in just a little. Maddox said nothing, at this point letting out nothing but small grunts and strangled cries. As revenge, Maddox kissed him to shut him up while moving his cock over his harder and harder, in punishing thrusts. Jonathan did his best to keep his middle finger right against the entrance to Maddox’s hot as a furnace hole. Warming up to what idea? He was scorching hot while Jonathan teased him about being the guy to take it like that.

Not that he didn’t think of Maddox being the perfect guy to save him from the likely fate of dying a virgin. He had thought of it while masturbating. The mere imagined picture of that hard cock sinking inside him, making him crazy, had been enough to send him over the edge on numerous occasions, during his sleepless nights. Maddox wasn’t the only one incapable of getting much rest lately.

Suddenly, Maddox changed the angle, and his glans slid over Jonathan’s, changing the game. A short, intense shot of arousal flashed through his brain. It was too late when he realized that he was a goner, and he had just lost to the notorious Mad Dawg.

Jonathan came with small huffs and moans, biting his bottom lip and throwing his head back. Maddox just made it worse, no, better, no, worse, by biting his neck and claiming him as his body shuddered in release.

“Fuck yeah,” Maddox whispered and pushed himself back.

He was so beautiful like that, sweaty hair in his eyes, his muscles taut like springs, his hand moving over his erection faster and faster.

Jonathan lay there in defeat, breathing hard and still shaking from that insane climax.

“Can I shoot on your balls?” Maddox asked, biting his lower lip and looking over Jonathan’s body. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna shoot on your balls.”

Jonathan had no power to protest as Maddox’s warm cum landed on his ball sac. He let out a few more gasps as Maddox brushed the head of his cock against the skin there, spreading his cum around. He was claiming him in a way, even without fucking him.

And he had no qualms about it.

“Stay here, I’m going to get some tissues,” Maddox warned.

Jonathan watched as Maddox staggered around. Without thinking, he began touching his sac, enjoying the feeling of having all that cum spread around. And then, he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted Maddox just as he had been dreaming of.

“I’m glad to see you’re no longer thinking that my cum is something radioactive,” Maddox stated as he came back with a bunch of tissues. “Wait,” he stopped abruptly, “were you eating my cum just now?”

Jonathan froze. “No,” he denied.

Maddox’s face lit up with a huge grin. “You totally were. How is it?” he asked excitedly.

“Taste it yourself, don’t ask me,” Jonathan said quickly.

Maddox laughed and jumped on the bed. “Nah, but maybe I’ll have a bit of yours.” With that, he leaned over and took one of Jonathan’s nipples into his mouth. Then he smacked his lips. “You had a bit there. Fucking A shooter, aren’t you?”

Jonathan no longer had it in him to protest. “I should go,” he said meekly.

“Wait,” Maddox said while wiping him slowly. “The thing with Hanna. She always wanted someone to talk to about what she really liked. That’s why I told her about your Ray since I knew from Dex what kind of books he’s into. Just so you know. And yeah, I was jealous and wanted to make sure I didn’t have to go against your roommate, too. Or start wearing glasses and striped polo shirts.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Striped polo shirts? Is that the latest fashion among guys who are into illegal fights?”

“What illegal fights?”

Jonathan blinked. So maybe, just maybe, he had taken whatever BS Xpress was serving too much ad litteram. Maddox, with his big puppy eyes, couldn’t be into that. He didn’t give off that kind of vibe. “Never mind. I’m still mad at you for that Hanna thing. Pray that she makes Ray happy or else.”

“Or else what? Are you going to drop by for another cock fight?” Maddox gave him a lewd once over. “I’d say that you had your ass handed to you.”

“Yours wasn’t bad either,” Jonathan threw at him, along with a smirk that he hoped was suggestive enough.

“Shut up, slave. You’re it for the entire month.”

“I’m shaking.” It was good to have his wits back.

“No pulling out, Hamilton,” Maddox warned.

“All right. Bring it on, Kingsley.” Jonathan was pretty sure this bout of courage would wear off the moment he was out the door, but, for now, it served him to play it cool in front of the other.

Especially since Maddox was pretty cute when he didn’t appear all sure of himself.

***

All right, so that had been a fucking amazing experience, Maddox thought as he accompanied Jonathan to the door, all the while sending pointed looks at his friends who were following them with their eyes like the circus had just arrived in town. Fortunately, even Rusty held his tongue, which was a blessing, no matter how you looked at it.

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[This story will likely be more enjoyable if you have already read the first chapter, but it does stand by itself. If you are offended by spanking and similar punishments, as well as bodily functions, you should not proceed further. All characters are 18 or over.]

Susan was finding the experience of substituting service as Julie’s governess very satisfying in comparison to her previous responsibility as governess for Julie’s daughters Lesley and Joyce. Julie was in her early 40s and the girls were 20 and 18, respectively. Susan had just celeb rated her 30th birthday and had expected that she would be looking for a new position.

Instead, she had been surprised when the girls’ mother had opened up to her and confessed that she felt she needed a governess like Susan to take charge of her. Julie said that with her husband away most of the time, she had become disorganized and needed someone to get her back into good shape, both mentally and physically.

It also came out that Julie expected that Susan would employ the traditional methods of governesses that included corporal punishment as well as embarrassment and humiliation. Julie told Susan that she would likely need to be spanked and humiliated at times.

Susan recognized now that Julie clearly possessed strong submissive tendencies, made clearer when Julie asked if she might be rewarded for good behavior with the privilege of serving the governess sexually. While Susan was bi, she found the prospect of dominating an older woman extremely exciting and the mere thought stirred her deepest cravings.

She began by giving Julie a spanking in front of her daughters and then making Julie wear control panties with a crotch slit through which Julie would have to excrete. Julie was shown how this worked and performed well when sitting on the toilet to pee and then to have a bowel movement until the second piece of her movement caught on the edge of the slit and resulted in Julie’s shamefully pooping in her panties, as she put it, apologizing through tears for her clumsiness.

The girls had been disciplined by Susan during their years growing up but had come to admire and love Susan, because the governess had been a source of good advice and even sexual education as they matured. Susan, for example, had calmed them during the stress of having their first periods and had carefully demonstrated to them how to insert tampons and otherwise observe good menstrual hygiene.

She had been equally helpful in advising them about boyfriends and even how to deal with teachers who seemed to be difficult. Now Lesley was away at college and Joyce was 18 and ready to start in the fall. Susan decided that it was time for Julie and her to get together with some of Susan’s governess colleagues and their charges.

Susan had been one of the initiators of a group called Not Your Usual Nannies, which brought together women of her approximate age who had entered this line of work intent on serving as guides to girls with either absent, working, or otherwise unavailable mothers. For example, while Julie had intended nothing but the best for her daughters, she was working a great deal of the time and was disorganized as well at home, so she found she needed the support Susan provided in effectively bringing up the girls.

So, the governess contacted two of her friends in the group who were employed in similar situations. Lori was an attractive 30-year-old who was serving as governess to a woman a bit older than Julie, as Deborah was almost 50. Deborah was a widow whose children were grown and did not live near her.

She had met Lori at a community event and found her to be open. She confided that she felt she needed someone living in her household who would take charge both of the household and her. Lori had been a governess for several families with children already and welcomed this different assignment.

Helene had been hired as a governess in a somewhat different situation. She had met an older woman, Jeannette, at an alumnae program connected with the school they both had attended. Jeannette began to discuss how her son, Robert, still lived at home although he was in his mid-30s and only worked part-time. He apparently was not yet able to support himself and continued to live with her despite her urging him to find a job that would allow him to get his own place.

“He has not matured, I’m afraid,” Jeannette confided, “and I need some help. He is quite submissive in that I do require him to behave while at home and he is spanked when he fails to comply with my rules. I would like a governess like you to take charge of him on my behalf and put some backbone in him, while continuing to discipline him as you feel necessary.

When Helene came to Jeannette’s home, she was not very surprised to find Robert wearing short pants and a school blazer, looking for all the world like a pupil at a traditional prep school. He seemed both needy and resentful. His mother, however, clearly could dominate him and she informed him that Helene İstanbul Escort would now be in charge of him.

He reacted by scowling and saying it was unfair to have a woman younger than he was being in charge of him. Jeannette told him that she had already made her decision and that he had better get used to it quickly. She said that Jeannette would be living with them and would be supervising him in all respects before he left for his part-time work and when he returned. He would abide by a strict schedule and would not attempt to avoid coming home on time.

Helene could see that Robert was growing more and more upset with the new regime Jeannette was describing and he finally had what Helen regarded as a tantrum and said it was unfair and he would not be part of it. Jeannette reached out, took him by the scruff of the neck, and told him he would be punished right then and there.

She turned to Helene and told her he needed a good solid spanking right then. Helene realized this was when she had to show that she could handle this challenge. She took hold of Robert by the hand as Jeannette released her grip and told him she hoped this would not be necessary once he realized she was there to help as well as discipline him.

Robert was surprised when she sat down and pulled him right across her lap. Fortunately, Helene thought, she was wearing a nice tweed skirt that came down to her knees. She managed to undo Robert’s belt and then the button and zipper of his short pants, and yank those down, exposing his “tighty-whitey” boys’ underpants.

In her mind, she realized that Robert was still functioning as a juvenile in many ways although he was in his mid-30s. She slowly slipped the underpants down and now gazed upon his bare bottom. She could see faint stripes on it, from when Jeannette had obviously whipped or even caned him.

As he continued to protest his treatment, she began to spank his bottom cheeks alternately and gradually increased both the intensity and the tempo of the spanks. She was surprised that he began to moan and then cry quite soon but Jeannette said loudly that he tended to do that in the hope of ending punishment.

Helene also was not shocked that she felt Robert becoming erect while over her lap. She was experienced in giving spankings, although mostly to girls, but she knew that she was also getting wet in her panties from feeling his erection. She completed the spanking as Robert was sobbing and promising he would be good and mind her.

So, both Lori and Helene told Susan they would be happy to come over to Julie’s home that Saturday with their charges. Susan arranged the living room and prepared both tea and coffee, as well as having picked up some wonderful pastries at a nearby bakery.

Lori and Deborah arrived first, and Susan noticed that Deborah was dressed in a far more girlish outfit of a short skirt, white blouse, low socks, and brown oxfords than was appropriate for a woman who was almost 50. Soon thereafter, Helene rang the bell and she and Robert joined the group. Robert was wearing his usual blazer and short pants as that had been required by his mother except when he was going to work.

Deborah and Robert, as well as Julie, looked both resentful and confused, probably because they were unsure about what would transpire during this get-together. Susan explained quite efficiently the purpose of the occasion. “You three,” she began, pointing in turn to Julie, Deborah, and Robert, “have been found to need governesses to take charge of you to get your lives in proper order. You already know that your governess will be working with you to improve both your behavior and your self-confidence, along with your hygiene. You are all older than your governesses, so I understand that that fact itself creates an embarrassing situation for you.

“We, the governesses, do agree on certain things,” she emphasized now, “so you should know that we will only embarrass you to correct you and to educate you. Two of you, in fact, have entered into this relationship voluntarily, while the third was forced into it by a parent. The regime will adjust to your individual needs but be very comparable for each of you.”

Susan now asked each of her colleagues to describe the behavior of their charges. Lori said that Deborah had been compliant in general but did at times insist on doing things at a slow pace that Lori felt showed some resistance. Helene said that while Robert had shown outright resistance to her assuming her position, he had generally done what she ordered. She added, however, that he did continue to criticize her, perhaps in the hope of diminishing her authority, getting her to allow him more independence, or convincing his mother to dismiss her.

Then Susan said that although Julie had in general done what she was told to do, she was forgetful and sometimes seemed to show annoyance even at Susan’s simplest directions.

She had discussed the agenda with Lori and Helene in advance, and so her next statement Bayan Escort came as no surprise to them.

“All three of you are now going to be spanked at the same time and in front of all of us,” she said firmly, “so that you learn to respond much more positively to our directions in future.”

The three submissives were surprised at the turn this get-together had taken so quickly, so were unprepared to resist in the face of three very self-assured and commanding women.

Susan proceeded to send Julie to Helene’s lap, Robert to Lori’s, and she beckoned Deborah to lie across her own skirted lap. The three governesses were dressed similarly in smart separates, with seamed hose and pumps. Each had done their hair in an up style, so there was both attractiveness and severity in their appearance.

When the governesses had positioned the three across their laps, each began to spank. Had anyone else been in Julie’s home, they would have heard the sound of three hands slapping bare bottoms. Robert especially had felt embarrassed at being bared in front of all these women and this had subdued his tendency to try to stop the spanking from proceeding.

Deborah realized that she was the oldest and was ashamed that her bottom was both large and flabby. She also saw that Robert would be able to see her dark and plenteous pubic hair when she moved her legs during her spanking. However, Robert was by then too focused on the pain he was enduring from Lori’s strong hand to pay much mind to the bared posteriors of both Julie and Deborah.

Julie was amazed that she had not been cringing at her bottom being bared in front of these strangers. In fact, she realized that the experience was exciting her, and she hoped she would not leave wet spots on Helene’s skirt. For her part, Helene enjoyed the chance to punish a woman for a change after her experience in sometimes having to drag Robert across her lap for punishment. She had recently taken to making him bend over the end of the sofa for the cane, largely so she did not have to have him on her lap, trying to get off it.

Once the three spankings had concluded, and sobs were audible from all of the three, Susan sent each to a corner of the room. Deborah and Julie were told to keep their skirts up and panties down at their knees; Robert was ordered to leave his short pants and his underpants at his ankles. Then they were further taken aback when she said that rather than displaying their red bottoms, all three would face into the room away from the corner, so the governesses would be viewing the pudenda of the two women and Robert’s erect cock.

Deborah was most ashamed of her pubic hair being on display and began to weep softly. Julie felt her trimmed mons was attractive, so she was calm. Robert was embarrassed by his prominent erection even though he thought his eight-inch tool was something to be proud of.

While the three charges stood before their governesses, with pussies and cock on show, Susan poured tea for her two colleagues and herself and passed the plate of pastries around and the three chatted quietly among themselves. The three standing in the corners soon realized that they were only being stared at by each other and that made the scene less shameful because they were all in the same situation.

Robert was not attracted to the two older women and they regarded him as unworthy of their interest, despite his rather large penis. For his part, Robert already had designs on his own governess, Helene, who dressed very smartly and whose skirts were short enough to make him get an erection constantly in her presence. He hated having to admit to himself that she likely would scorn any advances made by him. In his eyes, both Lori and Susan were also very enticing, but he assumed they would be similarly uninterested in getting it on with him.

After the governesses had enjoyed their refreshments, Susan told Julie, Deborah, and Robert that it was time for them to be inspected. She had them get down on their knees next to each other on the sofa. Three red bottoms now faced the three dominant women.

Susan next announced that they would have their temperatures taken. All three had been reintroduced to the ignominious taking of temperatures rectally. Susan provided the governesses with plastic gloves, rectal thermometers and passed around a jar of vaseline for them to use as lube. She observed that Helene had donned her glove, put a dab of lube on her finger, and carefully inserted her finger deep into Robert’s anal opening, while Lori merely dabbed a bit of lube on the thermometer tip and slipped it between Deborah’s massive cheeks. For her part, Susan did rub a bit of vaseline around and in Julie’s anus, but then smoothly slid the thermometer into her submissive’s rectum.

The three women did add to the shame felt by their charges as they commented on how cute the three bottoms looked with thermometers poking out of their “hiney holes.” When Robert protested, saying that he knew there was nothing Eskort physically wrong with him, and threatened to remove the thermometer, Helene removed a small black rod from her handbag and stood behind him quickly. She proceeded to give him three hard strokes across his bottom around the thermometer. He let out three screams as the cuts hurt over his already scarlet bottom.

Then when three minutes had elapsed, the governesses simultaneously removed the thermometers and read them. Everyone’s temperature was normal, but Lori showed Susan and Helene the thermometer tip she had taken from Deborah’s bottom. It had visible traces of brown smudges on the first few inches.

“Deborah,” Lori then intoned, standing behind the older woman, “you should be ashamed to have such a dirty bottom. You left doody on the thermometer. Do you need to make a poopoo?”

As she heard Deborah begin to sob out of the extreme embarrassment Lori had caused her, she very quietly told her governess that yes, she needed to do “Number Two.”

“Is there a potty available we can use?” Lori asked Susan in an even tone, as Deborah continued to become as red in the face as on her bottom.

“Yes,” Susan said with a smile, “I’ll get it for you.”

She soon returned with a pink-colored child’s potty decorated with some grinning animal figures.

Lori told Deborah to stand up and then the governess placed the potty in the middle of the room. She pointed to the potty and then directed Deborah to sit on it “and do your business.”

“In front of everyone?” Deborah plaintively queried Lori.

“If you don’t do what you’re told,” Lori warned, “I will have you squat and do it on newspaper. Being able to use a potty is a privilege and a part of your toilet training.”

She then mentioned to Susan and Helene, and certainly in a voice that Robert and Julie could hear, that to train Deborah to wipe properly and not stain her panties, she had been having her use a child’s potty and then present her bottom to Lori to be wiped clean.

“We’re also adjusting her diet so that she produces firmer movements,” Lori added, somewhat gratuitously but knowing Deborah would be further shamed by the disclosure of her most private matters.

Deborah sat on the potty and all heard a loud ping when her pee stream hit the bottom of the potty, followed by two plops as she defecated into the plastic object.

“Are you finished?” Lori asked evenly.

When a very soft yes was heard from Deborah, Lori told her to get up, turn round, and bend over with her legs spread so that Lori could wipe her. This was humiliating since Lori showed the soiled toilet paper to the governesses each time she wiped. The first time there was quite a lot of light brown shit on the tissue and the paper became cleaner with each successive wipe.

Finally, Lori told her charge that she could pull up her panties “like a big girl now.”

Deborah reach down and pulled the large white briefs up and looked at Lori for permission to lower her skirt. Lori smiled at the deference and nodded to her that she could complete recovery of her clothing.

Susan and Helene then said that Julie and Robert could also pull their underpants up and lower in one case her skirt and in the other, pull up his short pants. Lori and Helene noticed that Julie was wearing rather edgy pink-and-blue patterned bikini panties. They asked Susan if Julie had been given permission to wear those clearly sexy panties.

While Julie cringed at hearing her choice of panties discussed, Susan responded with a grin that she liked to allow Julie to let her personality show—”I don’t mean that she should flash her panties,” she quickly added—but that when Julie misbehaved, “I may have her wear little girly undies with bunnies or ducks on them.”

Lori decided that it was probably time for her to make Deborah feel very childish by making her wear that kind of little girls’ panties. The 50-year-old was already prone to wearing quite unstylish “granny panties” even though she did not look like a woman entering her 50s and still got her period.

Helene took Robert aside and whispered in his ear that he had embarrassed her by complaining about the temperature-taking and that he was going to have to be disciplined now for that. She added that he would be wise to cooperate, or he would wind out being very unhappy.

Robert was sufficiently fazed by her warning that he looked very ashen now.

Helene spoke quietly to Susan. Susan then announced that because one person, Robert, had made his governess look bad by defying her during the temperature-taking, he would be disciplined now.

Susan very sharply pointed to a red dot on the floor at the side of her desk and said loudly, “Robert, you will go stand on that dot on the floor, which we call the naughty spot. It is where bad boys and girls get to wait for their punishment when they have misbehaved. You will take off your pants and pull your underpants down and off.”

Robert was in a state of partial shock at how strict these governesses were when gathered as a group. He had been getting himself accustomed to accepting Helene’s rule over him and now he was amazed at how seriously what he had regarded as token resistance was being treated.

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The bed shifts, allowing jumbled memories to rise to the surface, pushing dreams aside. At least I think they do. I’m not sure which is which. I stretch a little, sinking back deeper into sleep. In my mind I see my wife, skirt short enough to glimpse the tops of her black thigh highs, standing at a bar. We’re laughing, yelling over the bass beat of the band, her head leaning in. I stare at the tops of her full breasts, and love the nipples poking through her thin top. Definitely dressed to impress.

I’ve had this dream before, and hope it ends the way I think it will. I feel my breath quickening, trying to rush the plot along faster to the good part. I’m aroused, but that’s how I usually wake up. I feel pressure but I don’t reach for my cock. It’s better this way, waiting, building for the best part.

A sharp stab of pain tells me the pressure was not in my head, but in my ass. I jerk a bit, confused, trying to see what part of the dream is causing me pain, trying to wake enough to move the narrative. Slowly I relax and the pain fades, leaving a pleasant fullness behind.

More memories replace dreams, and I recall the guy at the bar. He said something funny, and made my wife and I laugh, and we ended up talking while we drank and watched the dancers. A good looking guy, his eyes drink in my wife’s body. Her tight top stretched across her full braless C cup breasts, and lingering on the hem of her short skirt. Younger, but built like me, tall slim and blond. He seemed like her type. Apparently she was his.

After a while, my wife and I move to the dance floor and forget him, too involved in the foreplay dancing often is for us. Running our hands along each other’s tight bodies, staring into each other’s eyes, letting the tension build. We know where this is going, to our room upstairs at this upscale hotel, and to a night of hard, deep fucking. I casually brush my fingers across her nipples, causing her to close her eyes and drop her head back. I knew she’d be wet then, ready to cum if I touched her clit. I reach up and pinch a nipple quickly, a furtive move. She groans and drops her head against my chest, panting. I grab her hand and move back to the bar, ready to get our things and leave.

“My God you guys are hot!” I look up startled and see the guy. He’s been watching us and I can tell it’s had an effect on him. His pupils are dilated, and his breathing is short and sharp. He’s staring at my wife, so I glance down for the final confirmation. Yes, he likes what he saw.

I feel the pressure again, gently pushing and pulling. Stroking slowly in and out, it probes deeper with every pass. A groan escapes my lips. I push back, trying to force it deeper. Not even sure what is back there, all I know for sure is I want all of it. I realize my cock is rock hard, and that It’s being stroked in time with the slow deep pulses into my ass. Another groan is torn from me as the grip tightens.

“I think he’s waking up” says a soft voice. I open my eyes and see my wife lying on her side, facing me. Her eyes are excited, glistening. Her breathing is deep, but fast. I imagine I can smell her pussy dripping.

“Hey sweetheart” she says. I groan again.

My wife is reaching for the purse she left on the bar. He looks at me, catches my eye, and says “you can’t take her without letting me have at least one dance.” My wife looks at me questioningly, flushed and ready from our dance. I look at her, smile, and say “of course, you’re right. Honey, you’re up for one more, aren’t you?” We both look at her, but her eyes are on me. She knows me too well, and she’s a little afraid. “I guess one wouldn’t hurt” she says. I smile, place her hand in his, and watch as he leads her onto the dance floor.

As I watch them dance, I think about the fantasy that I know is running through my wife’s mind. We’ve talked about it many times, every time leading to explosive orgasms for both of us. It’s funny how conventional it is, yet how powerful. No strings attached, pick up sex. Another man to fill one of my wife’s holes while I fill another. A new, different cock for her to stroke, suck and to stretch out her tight pussy. If things go really far, and I hold out long enough, the fantasy moves to me in her tight, hot ass, and the stranger in her pussy. We never get past that.

And while we love this fantasy, my wife always brings me back to earth afterwards, making sure I know it’s just a fantasy and nothing she would ever do. I assure her I know this, but as I watch them dance, I doubt she think it is any longer. He’s made her laugh a few times, but now they are pressed together. As she moves her body against his, pressing her hips to his, I know she is thinking about our fantasy. As his hands slide down and cup the firm globes of her ass and squeeze and kneed the tight flesh, I wonder if she’s cum yet. Their hands are moving slowly, exploring in the dark and the noise.

Five minutes later they walk off the floor, hand in hand. “Wow. You guys were İstanbul Escort amazing” I say with a smile for both. They grin, and my wife blushes, reaching up to push her auburn hair behind her ear. “Can you guys watch my stuff?” he asks, pointing at his phone and keys. “I’ll be right back”. We nod yes and he wanders off towards the men’s room.

“So that looked hot” I say. My wife smiles a bit, eyes dropping, biting her lower lip. I put my hands on her shoulders, pulling her in close to me, pressing my body against her in a hug. Into her ear I whisper “was his cock hard?” After a moment, she nods yes. My hands rub up and down her back, smelling her sweat and heat. “Was it big?” I asked. Again, a pause and then a sharp nod yes. “Did you cum?” I ask quietly. No response. I push her gently away, and lift her chin, looking directly into her hazel eyes, smiling while I do. “You know I’ve always wanted this, right? I love you so much. And sex is just fun, nothing more. I will not love you one iota less no matter what you say. Or what happens.” She looks into my eyes, closing out everything else around us. Suddenly she pulls me into a tight hug, leans back to kiss me, and whispers “yes!” just as she presses her lips to mine.

My eyes open a little further, taking in my wife’s lean body stretched on top of the sheets, her arm reaching down towards our waists, moving in and out. I’m still groggy, but her small smile under sleep tousled hair tells me all is well. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and her hand tightens again. I feel the smooth, sleek object in my ass speed up, stroking to its maximum depth over and over, sliding past my prostate, pressing it deliciously. I can feel pre-cum running out of my cock, and know my wife is using it as lubrication. My breath is coming in gasps now, and I’m groaning with every inward stroke.

Ten minutes later we are all standing in our hotel room, awkwardly looking around. He comments on what a nice room it is, and we all laugh, eyes on the large king sized bed. “Let me open the champagne” I say, walking towards the ice bucket with a chilled bottle of Dom resting in it. Luckily I always get champagne when we go away. I love what it does to my wife. He ducks into the bathroom and comes back with a glass. I pop the cork, and pour for us all, two flutes and one tumbler of sparkling refreshment. “To new friends” I say, smiling. We clink glasses and drink.

I pull my phone from my pocket and pull up Pandora, starting a play list I’ve prepared for the weekend. As smooth jazz slides from the speaker, he reaches for my wife’s hand. She smiles, finishes her champagne, and steps into his arms. They begin to move slowly to the music, only aware of where their bodies touch. The music forgotten. I refill my champagne and watch as they slide together.

I look up again and they are kissing. Slowly and deeply. My wife’s hand is rubbing up and down along the clear outline of his shaft in his slacks as they sway to the music. His hand is under her skirt, clearly touching her pussy. I walk up behind her and slide my hands down, grabbing the hem of her shirt and smoothly pull it over her head. She lifts her arms to let me, and turns her head smiling. We kiss deeply as his hands rise to her nipples, his left wet with her cunt juices. He pinches and pulls on her hard nubs, dropping his head to suck on the one coated in her essence. She groans and closes her eyes.

Breaking our kiss, we all move back toward the bed, gently lowering her down. I take over playing with her wet nipples as he slides down her body, reaching under her skirt to pull her panties off. They are soaked, and the smell fills the room. He parts her legs, and bunching her skirt at her waist, looks at her pussy. Smoothly shaven with only a wisp of hair at the top, her lips are proudly displayed, glistening and swollen open. Her clit pokes out proudly, throbbing. With a smile he drops his head between her nylon covered thighs and begins to feast. I pull one leg toward me to spread her further open for him, and pinch and pull her nipple with the other, smiling at her pleasure.

The effect is immediate as she arches her back and moans loudly. I watch transfixed as he begins sliding first one finger and then another into her dripping cunt as he continues to lap at her clit. She pants and groans and throws her head back again, this time screaming “I’M CUMMING!! OH MY GOD!! AGHH!! AGHH!!”. She thrashes on the bed for a full minute as he continues to push her through her orgasm, one tremor following the next.

He rises and stares down at her, breath coming in huge gulps, face wet with her juices. His cock is straining against his pants. With a glance at me, we both step back and disrobe. About the same height, he is a younger, more fit model of me. In addition, the cock that springs up when he pulls his boxers down is truly impressive. A full nine inches long, it is thick and veiny, capped with a bulbous head. I look at my wife, see her Anadolu Yakası Escort eyes glued to the monster he has shown her, pure lust flashing in them.

She slides to the end of the bed and drops to her knees in front of him, reaching to hold it’s firm weight in her hands. With her eyes locked on his, she slides her mouth over the head, pulling it deeper. She only gets half into her mouth before she starts to gag, but she simply pulls her head back and starts bobbing up and down on it. Saliva drips from her mouth, coating the shaft. She uses both hands to pump in time with her mouth, slowly capturing more with each downward thrust. A groan escapes his mouth and I pull my eyes away from the erotic sight in front of me. He is straining, trying to hold back, but it has been a long night with a tension filled build up, and he can’t. With a shout he grabs her head in his hands and pulls her deeper, grunting as his cock pulses and pulses, shooting thick ropy streams of cum into her mouth. My wife squeals and tries to suck it all down, but his sperm escapes her mouth and drips onto her heaving breasts, mingling with her sweat.

Finally, they pull apart. He staggers back and leans against the dresser. My wife looks up at me, eyes glazed. I smile, and she reaches her hand out, grasping my aching dick. She pulls my seven inches towards her mouth as I step towards her, and lovingly takes me in. I slide easily into her warmth as her tongue swirls around my head. I’m on fire as I watch my lovely wife, now a cock craving slut, bob her head up and down my throbbing dick, taking me deeper than ever before.

After a minute she stops and pulls her head off, and pushes me onto the bed. She climbs up and kneels over me, pushing my legs apart with hers. Looking down, she slides her finger into her mouth, sucking slowly. I look over at him, and he’s smiling at us. As he sees my eyes on him, his cock begins to grow again. Oh to be young.

The shaft in my ass is pounding into me now, rocking the bed. My eyes are locked with my wife’s and I grunt and groan with each stroke, feeling the fat shaft and bulbous head pressing hard against my prostate with every thrust as it slides past, so deep. She is panting too, her hand moving back and forth faster and faster, but squeezing me harder all the time. She reaches her second hand down and begins to pull on my balls, drawing them down and away from my cock, stroking them in time with the cock.

My wife engulfs my cock again, pulling my eyes back to her. As her head begins to bob, I notice two things. The first is that she has presented herself to him for mounting; her hips high with legs spread wide, her head low over my cock, her dripping pussy open and swollen and pointed directly at him. A fact I know he is aware of as he begins stroking his cock to full hardness. The second is her salvia slicked fingers probing my ass hole. We’ve engaged in anal play many times in our marriage, but I’ve been hesitant to ask for it as often as I’d like. But tonight is definitely a night without secrets, so I press my ass against her fingers, urging her to penetrate me.

First one, then two fingers slide into my hot ass, stretching me open. It always hurts a bit, but just as reliably feels fantastic once we get going. I hump my ass against her, groaning as she takes my cock deeper into her mouth, sawing her fingers in and out. He kneels on the bed by my head, and I get a close look at his throbbing cock. It looks even larger than before, drops of precum dripping off of the end. He is watching her head bob up and down, and slides his hand across her ass into the crevice of her pussy, slipping fingers into her again. My wife moans, but keeps up her efforts as he begins to fuck her with his fingers, his other hand pinching her nipples.

His cock bobs next to my head, swollen and ready. Lost in the moment I reach out with my mouth and lick the drops of cum off the end. I’ve never thought of a man’s dick in this way before, but right now it seems like the right thing to be doing. It bobs up at my touch and comes to rest on my tongue again. I look up and see his eyes staring at me, a smile on his lips. He nods his head and slides his hips towards me, pushing his warm dick into my mouth.

It tastes sweet and a little salty and smooth and hot, so hot. I’m so fascinated by the sensations I don’t realize he’s continuing to push it deeper until I start to gag. I pull my head back and continue to swish this new thing around in my mouth. He pulls back and just as I think he’s going to take it away, he pushes forward again. I groan and begin to bob my head up and down on his cock, all my senses focused on it, reveling in new tastes and textures.

After a few minutes, he pulls out completely, and slides up to put his hairy balls in my mouth. I eagerly reach out with my tongue, welcoming this new sensation, realizing at the same time that my cock is out in the air. My wife’s hand is stroking my shaft furiously, Kartal Escort and at the same time pounding my ass with her fingers. He pulls back again and steps off the bed.

My wife is staring at me, eyes completely lost, panting. “That was so hot” she said softly. “I love you” I reply, straining to keep from releasing my load and letting this moment escape. As we stare into each other’s eyes, he climbs back on the bed behind her, his huge saliva coated cock bobbing in front of him.

He reaches for her hips and slides his dick into her pussy and she wails. She cries out in ecstasy and lust as he stretches her pussy with his huge cock. He slowly rocks back and forth, driving more and more into her with each thrust. She is babbling incoherently, “OH GOD!! OH GOD!! SO BIG!! OH MY GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD!!” He finally bottoms out, his thick cock having stretched her pussy in ways she has never experienced. She screams as her orgasm hits, her entire body going rigid. “YES, GOD YES!!” she wailed again. “OH GOD!! MORE!! DON’T STOP!!”

He begins rocking back and forth into her, and she starts pushing back to meet him. She drops her head onto my cock, crying out onto my dick as he pummels her. I lose all control and shoot stream after stream of cum into her sucking mouth, her fingers buried up my ass. He keeps fucking her hard, and she pulls her head off of my spent cock and fingers out of my stretched ass, groaning continually, sweat dripping from her.

After five minutes and a steady, almost unending stream of orgasms for my wife, their bodies coated in sweat, he pulls out of her and she mewls “No!” He rolls her onto her back next to me, and climbs between her legs. Slipping his cock into her again, she pulls her stocking covered legs up and wraps them around him, pulling him as deep into her as possible. Their mouths entwine in a sloppy kiss, both groaning and grunting as they do, lost in passion.

I feel my cock starting to get hard again as I watch my beautiful wife turned into a cock hungry slut. She is begging him to fuck her harder and deeper, over and over. He pushes up into a pushup position, while I get on my knees and present my cock to her. She reaches for it, but directs it to his mouth instead, somehow understanding that he wants this. He immediately leans down and sucks me in, washing my shaft with his tongue as he swallows me down. My dick quickly hardens at this new and intense feeling and I grab the sides of his head and start sawing my dick in and out of his willing mouth. After a minute he pulls back and says “play with my ass” and drops his head back down.

All I can hear is the sounds of his body slamming into my wife’s, her grunts and gasps, and the sounds of his mouth on my cock. I reach back along his pistoning butt and slide my hand between his clenched ass cheeks. There is plenty of moisture from my wife’s continuous orgasms, so I pull some of it up and begin playing with his asshole, quickly sliding a finger in as far as I can. The effect is immediate as he groans loudly into my dick. I start sliding it in and out as he continuously grunts. After a minute, I slide a second one in, and then a third.

I can feel my orgasm building as his ass loosens up around my fingers. Suddenly I know what I want. I look at my wife, her eyes barely open as she grunts and continues to pull him into her. I slide my fingers from his ass and pull away from his sucking mouth. He looks at me, lost. I smile and shift around behind them, putting my hands on his hips. He immediately understands, and slows his fucking, pushing his ass towards me. My wife asks “what?” as she tried to understand why the onslaught has slowed.

I line my dripping cock up with his wet hole, and push. He clenches and then immediately relaxes. I think he’s done this before. My cock slides forward into the inferno that is his ass. Hot and smooth and unbelievably tight. I slide smoothly until my balls rest against his, and know I’ll never experience this for the first time again. I slowly pull back, and drive in again. As I do, he drives into my wife. After a few slow tries, we are pounding into each other. My wife is screaming as she cums again on his monster cock. He is yelling “HARDER!! HARDER!!” as I ream his ass. I want it to last forever, but I know it won’t. In what seems like moments I can feel the cum climbing my cock and exploding into his ass. I cry out as I empty what feels like every drop of cum in the world into his tight hole. He cries out as well, and I know he is pumping his hot cum into my wife’s drenched pussy.

We collapse into a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed. I’ve never been so drained in my life. I reach for my wife and we kiss, smiling at each other. “I’ll be right back” I say, and walk to the bathroom to wash my dick clean. When I come back he is asleep on one side of the bed. I slide between he and my wife and reach for her again. We drift off, eyes locked.

I’ve lost all sense of what’s happening, my body a taut, pre orgasmic string waiting to snap. Sensations that where intense are becoming overwhelming. I’m gasping for air as I feel the cock in my ass swell and grow even larger, stretching me as I’ve never been stretched before. My wife is staring into my eyes, her hands a blur.

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She pulled tentatively at the rope securing her left wrist and began to wonder what she’d gotten herself into. It had seemed so thrilling when he first led her into the room. Now, as she waited (for what?) the thrill was tinged with apprehension. She tried wiggling a foot, but that wasn’t going anywhere either.

It seemed like ages since he had brought her in here. It was a small room with little furniture in it. In the center of the room sat a sofa; a heavy thing, overstuffed but solid. At the moment, it was the center of her universe. He had undressed her so carefully, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it slowly down her arms, fingers trailing behind the thin silk against her bare skin. When he unbuttoned her pants they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. His hands reached around her waist, sliding up her spine, making her shiver. And soon a lacy white bra was added to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her thin white panties were still on.

He had guided her to stand facing the back of the sofa and firmly pushed her forward over the back of it, holding her there with a strong hand on the small of her back. The rest had happened swiftly. He thrust a knee between her legs to spread them wide and tied her ankles to the back legs of the sofa with thick soft ropes. Then her wrists were pulled down and tied to the sofa’s front legs. A blindfold completed her confinement. And now she waited, ass high and open beneath the stretched fabric of her panties. She could feel the blood rushing to her breasts as they hung over the seat cushions, nipples throbbing.

At last she felt him approach, felt the heat of his body as he moved quietly around her. And then finally, a touch, as the palms of his hands Pendik Escort grazed the swollen tips of her breasts. The hands cupped and held them, then the fingers slid down to the sensitive nipples and pinched them lightly, pulling on them and manipulating them with an unhurried patience. Her pussy twitched and moistened in response. In her mind she was already twisting and writhing but she couldn’t move at all. The hands never stopped, but she felt something touch her lips. Reaching out with her tongue to explore, she encountered the swollen head of his cock and licked at the precum that was already forming at the little slit. He eased his cock into her mouth and she eagerly sucked him in. His hands continued stroking, squeezing, pinching her nipples and she thought she might climax from that alone and moaned around his throbbing shaft. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, the sounds of his ragged, excited breathing and the wet suction of her lips adding to the moist heat building under her white panties. She could sense that he was dangerously close to his own climax. But he pulled out of her mouth with a groan before that could happen and stepped away, leaving her suddenly alone and waiting again, this time trembling and aching with unsatisfied desire.

Soon she sensed he was near again and felt a hand on her breast again. She gasped as she felt a clamp close over the tender flesh of a nipple. The other nipple followed. They weren’t overly tight, but they were weighted so that they tugged and swayed with her slightest movement – a constant reminder of her helpless position. He ran his hands over the soft skin of her breasts and up the length of her throat, tracing the line of her jaw, Kurtköy Escort caressing her cheek, her hair. She leaned into his hand, turning her face to suck on his fingers. He moved away again.

The next contact was the shock of a hand on her inner thigh, just above the knee. Her pussy clenched and she could feel how wet she was as her swollen lips moved against the thin fabric. The hand slid slowly up her thigh, followed by his hot tongue. His breath on her skin made her tremble and pant with anticipation but the hand and the tongue skipped over her aching pussy and continued down the other thigh. Soon both hands were traveling up her outer thighs to her hips and across her ass. And at long last, a finger lightly ran down the center, a single stroke through her panties from ass to clit. She gasped and stiffened at the electricity of that touch. Then she waited once more, quivering.

Suddenly, she felt his hand grasp the edge of her panties at the hip. There was a brief touch of cold metal and the sound of snip. He’d cut them apart and slowly peeled away the thin fabric, letting the ruined garment slide down the other leg, exposing her completely. She pulled at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, desperate to move, but they held fast. She had never in her life felt so naked and vulnerable.

A finger traced the wetness of one of her labia from back to front and then to back again along the other side. Her pussy clenched so hard it ached. The finger continued it’s patient exploration of the folds and swellings of her sex. She desperately wanted the finger to slip inside and ease the ache there, but he was in no hurry. More fingers joined the first, spreading her lips, uncovering Maltepe Escort the pink bud of her clit and she groaned aloud his tongue ran the length of her slit. And then there was no escaping the steady, relentless flicking of his tongue across her quivering clit. On and on it went as she strained at the ropes, shook, sweated, moaned and finally came, screaming again and again, unable to stop the overwhelming shocks racing through her body.

Then, before she could recover, before the wrenching convulsions of her climax could begin to subside, his cock was at her entrance, thrusting into her shuddering pussy. Her screams rose to a new level as he slid in and out in long steady strokes. The pressure of his hard cock sawing against her g-spot drove her beyond rational thought. She was afraid she’d lose consciousness as wave after wave of orgasm swept her away on a sea of overwhelming sensation.

His hands were gripping her ass, spreading it wide to gain the deepest access to her soaking, clenching pussy. She could feel his excitement rising, his cock getting harder and swelling, his movements more impassioned, his breath ragged and she felt a new pressure rising inside herself at the same time, pushing back against his violent thrusts, building to a shattering explosion. He moved one hand to slick it with her juices and just before he came, he slid a wet finger into the tight star of her asshole. The dam broke. She shook uncontrollably as the hot fluid of her final climax mingled with the hot jets of his climax and rained down their legs.

When he had emptied himself completely inside her he laid his body gently over her sweaty back, brushed the wet hair aside and kissed her neck tenderly. They lay together, still joined, bodies still twitching and shuddering as they slowly calmed. Then he untied her bonds and gathered her in his arms. They slept cuddled together on the sofa until dawn when she woke with thoughts of thick soft ropes binding his wrists and ankles.

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It presented quite a picture, Linda completely naked, her round, soft plump behind poised ready for spanking, her breasts hanging down, appearing even larger in that position, the nipples looking like little ?ngers protruding from their centers. Judy’s towel had fallen to her waist, so she, also, had bare breasts sticking out, not as large as Linda’s, of course, but still a delightful sight. With no warning, she abruptly brought her arm up and her hand descended, hitting Linda’s left ass cheek with a resounding slap, eliciting a loud yelp and a cry, “This is unfair! …Ouch…I didn’t want to spank you!” Before the sentence was ?nished, a second slap hit the other cheek, bring another “Ouch.” Despite her continued protests, the spanking continued, both cheeks of her ass turning crimson as the blows continued to fall with increasing vigor. Slap…”Ow”… “Oooh, ouch”…slap…”Ow, it hurts!

Interestingly, administering the punishment had that same effect on Judy as it had on Linda in Washington. She started with the intent of giving a light spanking, but got carried away by the tactile feel of Linda’s bouncy, quivering bottom and by the feeling of domination the spanking conveyed. Thus, the blows were not pro forma, they were real whacks that hurt. Consequently, Linda was twisting and bucking, trying to evade the impact, but, by so doing, she completely exposed her cunt and ass to the rapt gaze of her audience. In addition, the movement of her large breasts was fascinating. they swayed back and forth and side to side as she moved her hips, and, when her body was jarred by the force of the blows, they jiggled and quivered as if they had lives of their own. It was erotic in the extreme. In any case, Judy administered ten ?rm slaps, counted down by the others. Slap…”Ow”…”Six”…slap…”Oww”…”Seven”…slap… “Ouch”…”Eight”… SLAP… “OOW!”… “NINE”… SLAP… “OUCH”…”TEN!”

Linda sagged down over Judy’s legs, glad that it was over, but her relief was short lived as she was helped to her feet only to be draped over Angela’s knees. Angela had dropped her towel, so the audience was treated to the sight of two nude women, one ready to spank the other. Linda’s ass was already very red and quite sore, so Angela’s ?rst smack brought forth a pained wail, “Oh that hurts! One of you is enough! Please stop!” Angela showed no mercy: she had ten smacks coming and she was going to use them. Actually, Angela didn’t spank as hard as Judy, but Linda’s ass was already red and sensitive, and the pain was real. Once again, they made a pretty picture sitting and lying there. Angela’s breasts were relatively large and they bobbled each time she raised her arm and brought it down. At their center were plump, dark pink, and very erect, nipples that really contrasted with her light skin. Linda, of course, presented her usual exciting array of charms which she no longer attempted to conceal as she did all she could to evade the spanking hand.

Smack…”Ow, it hurts!”…smack…”Ooooh, it’s not fair!…slap…”OUCH, not there!” (as the hand smacked her cunt lips)…smack…”Ouch!” Linda ?nally gave up and just lay there, being spanked and listening to the countdown Slap… “Six”…Smack… “Oooooh”… “Seven”… slap…”moan”…”Eight”…SLAP…”groan, Ooooh”…”NINE”… SMACK… “OOOW!”… TEN!” At ten, Linda just slumped down, draped over Angela’s knees, and made no attempt to get up. Finally, Kenny came over and lifted her up and held her, freeing Angela from her weight. Angela stood up beside her and it made a fascinating contrast. They were about the same size, but most noticeably, Linda’s breasts were much larger and the mat of dark public hair above Angela’s cunt made Linda’s neat blonde triangle look small.

Linda had a dazed expression, very similar to the out-of-it look that she had when lying on the ?oor alter Kenny had spanked her the ?rst time — very hot and very vulnerable and not knowing quite what to do. She wasn’t actually hurt, of course: her rear end was painful, but spanking pain is ephemeral and hardly serious, and, actually, as she had found, rousing after the fact! All of the sexual activity had overloaded her conscious mind — exposing herself in the dress again, being felt through it, being thoroughly explored in the Jacuzzi — and, now, being spanked, naked in front of the others and by another woman, also naked! It had stimulated her sexual desires and she was really aroused, and, as in Washington with Kenny’, she wanted sex, but, this time, had no way to get it! Still really “spaced out”, not thinking of who was there, she just fell back on the bed, legs sprawled open, once again available for anyone to have her.

The others just stared at her, still highly aroused, themselves, by the evenings activities, particularly the erotic view of Linda being spanked, looking fixedly as her open cunt. No one knew quite what to do about her blatant offering of herself — except, of course, Kenny.

Moving over and lying beside her on the bed, he quickly put his arm around her, and cupping her left tit with his left hand, he ran his right hand Maltepe Escort between her legs to caress and ?nger fuck her. This was no quick touching as when they posed in Washington. He continued feeling her breast while he stroked her between her cunt lips, tickling her clit while continuing to slide his ?nger in and out. As she began to hump up and down, he ‘moved his ?nger back and easily slid it into her asshole, ?nger fucking her ass. That additional stimulation was enough to send her over the edge and she began a frenzy of surging undulations, climaxing with a long, upward drive against his hand.

The girls’ arousal went even higher as they watched Kenny play with Mrs. Kramer. The brief cunt feeling that they had seen in Washington was nothing compared to this, of course. Seeing her lying there, wide open and lost in sexual pleasure, sent a thrill through each of them, a thrill that was magni?ed as she began the sexual undulations and moans indicating her impending orgasm. Each felt a tingle in her own cunt as they watched his ?ngers play along and through the cunt lips, slipping inside as her hips began to rise and fall. Still, nothing overwhelmed them as much as seeing his ?nger go into her asshole, sending her over the top and into orgasm. They had never conceived of him doing any such thing, or, if he did, that she would react as she had. At that point, they would have thought that they had seen everything — but, of course, they would have been wrong!

Glancing toward Kenny brie?y as if to get his approval, Beth, dropping her towel, quickly got on the bed, knelt between Linda’s spread thighs, and began to lick her cunt. Needless to say, the girls reacted with stunned silence, never having dreamed of Beth doing such a thing. However, these were girls of the twentieth century, and the idea of female-female sex was not the abhorrent thing that it had been (publicly, at least) in previous generations. In addition, they were so high themselves, that almost anything sexual would have been intriguing rather than repulsive. Consequently, when the ?rst shock passed, they moved closer to see, in detail, exactly what Beth was doing.

When Linda felt the first contact with Beth’s tongue, she automatically pulled her knees up, almost to her tits, presenting, as usual, not only her cunt but, also, her asshole. Knowing from recent experience what she enjoyed, Beth began slowly running her tongue from her clit all the way back, lingering at the rear opening for a few moments, and coming back. She would ?ick the clit a number of times, then make the trip back again. Receiving the stimulation she liked best, Linda began raising and lowering her hips, twisting a bit as she worked up toward another climax. She was panting and gasping, her mouth open, as the excitement began to overcome her. Recognizing the signs, Beth concentrated on the clit, alternating between lightly sucking it and ?icking it with her tongue. At the same time, following Kenny’s past examples, she inserted the tip of her middle finger into the asshole, ?nger fucking it, matching the rhythm of Linda’s moves. Suddenly, Linda erupted, her pelvis jerking spasmodically before, abruptly, holding herself still against Beth’s mouth, her bottom completely off of the bed. Then, her orgasm complete, she slumped back, her legs drooping open, as Beth pulled back.

While this incredible exhibition was taking place before them, the girl’s initial reaction was to watch quietly in complete awe. However, the whole situation was just too much for them to stand idly by, and within a few seconds, both Judy and Jenny had dropped their towels and, crouching over, legs apart, they were busily masturbating by rubbing their pubic area and clits.

Angela just stood there, hypnotized by the action, unable even to play with herself. Kenny, of course, had seen Beth do this before, so, while he was staring like the others, he was also able to look away and watch the girls — which, needless to say, made his cock even harder, if that were possible. Seeing Angela totally engrossed in watching the “depraved” act of cunnilingus, he moved behind her, loosened her towel and began massaging her bare breasts. Hardly aware of what she was doing, her hand dropped down and grasped his cock, working up and down on it as they watched the conclusion of Linda’s orgasm.

As Beth drew back, Kenny, without hesitation, pulled away from Angela and moved to the bed. Lifting Linda’s legs, he placed them over his shoulder and, moving in, slid his cock deep into her dripping cunt. She was so wet that he went into her up to his balls without the slightest difficulty. With Linda’s entire crotch raised up in that position, he pulled out and pounded back down, plunging in and out without impediment. With the sexual excitement of the last hour or so, the fucking was relatively short. He could have exploded almost as soon as he entered, but he was able to prolong the delightful feeling of approaching orgasm for a few minutes. For Linda, her climax with Beth had temporarily sated her sexual appetite, but Kenny’s cock in her İstanbul Escort cunt immediately revived it, and she began matching him, moving contrapuntally: when he came in, she surged upwards, when he withdrew, she fell back. Of course, her position did not permit as much freedom of motion as usual, but it was enough. Gradually, the fucking motion quickened as Kenny could no longer postpone the inevitable, his cock literally creating foam from the lubrication pulled out of her cunt. Finally, the climax came and he pushed his cock as deeply as possible into her in a series of fast, jabbing thrusts — and ejaculated! Linda’s orgasm followed immediately, leaving the two of them locked together, tightly, between her legs, straining to completion. Finished, they collapsed back onto the bed, he having come explosively and she having enjoyed her third orgasm in a row (certainly a record for her).

At the end, the girls were beside themselves with sexual arousal. They had seen unbelievable sights — Kenny masturbating Mrs. Kramer, Beth licking her to orgasm and, then, like a porno movie, Kenny fucking her. They had stared with utter fascination at everything, particularly the cock pummeling her cunt, the slippery, shiny shaft plunging in and out. When it was all over, they just stood there, petri?ed, not having any idea of what might happen next. Beth, who had stood with them while the fucking took place, spontaneously embraced Jenny and, suddenly, Jenny found herself on her back beside Linda, with Beth’s mouth glued to her cunt, receiving the same treatment that Linda had gotten earlier. Angela and Judy stared, open- mouthed at them, and without thinking, Angela pushed Judy back onto the bed next to Jenny, and went down on her, tasting a cunt for the ?rst time. The next hour was one of continual erotic sex play, during which every girl licked each other and Linda, with Linda servicing each of them. By the time they were ?nished, none of them was lesbian, but all de?nitely were bi-sexual!

Meantime, Kenny had gone off only once, and his cock was rigidly erect again. Unlike Linda, none of the others was on the pill, but, fortunately, these days he always carried a packet of condoms just in case he and Beth could screw. Rolling one on, he lay ?at on the bed, his cock sticking up like a ?agpole. Beth mounted onto it, letting it sink slowly into her very receptive cunt. Leaning forward on her extended arms, she began to ride up and down, letting her passion mount, controlling the tempo to suit herself. She was very excited, both from all that had gone on before and the realization that her friends were watching her fucking herself on Kenny’s cock. He was fondling and squeezing her tits, while ?exing up and down, matching her rhythm. Fortunately, in that reclining position, his cock encased in the rubber, he was able to control his own excitement and, when she climaxed, he still had not come. Beth looked at the others, asking, “Who’s next!”

The girls had watched with goggle-eyes as Beth performed, no longer shocked at anything, their minds overloaded with sensations that they never before had experienced. Now, they stood, glued to the ?oor as they looked at each other, a bit disconcerted at the unexpected offer, but wanting it at the same time. Surprisingly, it was Jenny, the quietest of them all that accepted the challenge and mounted Kenny’s cock, positioning herself above it and guiding it into her cunt, letting herself down slowly. She leaned forward, copying Beth, resting herself on her hands and, as Kenny grasped her tits, began the exhilarating process of fucking herself. As it turned out, she was the only non-virgin among the three girls, having lost her “cherry” to a sixteen year-old neighbor the previous year. Thus, she had no impediment, physical or otherwise, and, as she lost herself in the exercise, her ?rst screwing with Kenny was both energetic and satisfying. Her ?nal movements were frenetic, climaxing with a loud, drawn out “Aaaah!”

Angela was next, having been urged onward by the others. As she prepared to lower herself onto the cock, she hesitated, saying softly, “I’m afraid…I’ve…I’ve never done this before.” Of all the girls, the one they thought most likely to have “gone all the way was Angela, but she was a virgin. It turned out her hymen was not intact, probably broken by “playing around,” but her passage was a tighter ?t than Beth’s or Jenny’s, making entrance harder, adding stimulation to Kenny’s cock. As might be expected, she was hesitant when she started, but knowing Angela, it was not surprising that she worked up quickly and went wild with a cock up her for the ?rst time. Her lack of restraint in her movements and her obvious extreme excitement motivated Kenny, causing him to react strongly, driving vigorously up into her as he squeezed her breasts. Angela moved up and down almost in a blur, driving toward a violent orgasm that was too much for Kenny’s restraint, and, as she climaxed, twisting ecstatically, he surged upwards and shot into the condom.

However, when she dismounted and he removed the rubber, Anadolu Yakası Escort he was still erect, so he put on a second condom and Judy impaled herself. It turned out that she also was a virgin, partly intact as Kenny discovered when she came down, rupturing the remains of her hymen. Once the twinge of pain was past, she freely humped up and down, bring herself to an orgasm marked by a wail of pleasure as she finished. This time, Kenny was more passive, merely moving up into her and fondling her breasts as he helped her come.

That, of course, left only Linda, and, with no fears of pregnancy, he removed the rubber, letting her lower herself onto his bare cock. It was a fascinating scene for the girls, despite having watched two “woman on top” fuckings and having taken part in one themselves. Somehow it was different seeing Mrs. Kramer sitting on a cock, her large, heavy breasts hanging down, her nipples grazing Kenny’s chest as she leaned forward. This time, he made no attempt to hold back, driving his cock upwards into her receptive cunt, pulling her hips downward to meet it. For her part, she ground her cunt hard against him before raising up, dropping forcefully back down, feeling the shaft ram into her vaginal passage time after time. Soon, both of them were in frenzy, seeking release as the sexual tension built up. It was clearly the most vigorous and most animated of the ?ve screwings, and when the mutual orgasms came, Kenny’s hips were raised six inches of off the bed, reaching upward as Linda pushed down just as hard. They held there, frozen in time for at least thirty seconds before he slumped back ?at and she collapsed over him.

Recovering, they lay there quietly, and, spontaneously and without consultation, the four girls joined them, lying side-by-side, cross-wise on the bed, with a sense of camaraderie they had never felt before. They had shared the most intimate moments of sexual closeness and affection, and few words needed to be spoken. The events were almost beyond their belief. Their teacher had committed adultery twice in front of them, an unbelievable showing of con?dence in their discretion and love. Two of the girls had lost their virginity in front of the others, again, a

statement of trust and affection. Now, all six of them lay together on the bed, completely naked and cuddled against each other, hands cupping breasts, legs between thighs and ?rmly against cunts. Beth and Linda were against each other, gripping each other’s breasts, Linda’s leg between Beth’s. Behind Linda, Kenny’s arm was around her, holding a breast, his cock wedged against her ass and steadily reviving. The revival was advanced by Angela’s hand gently massaging his balls as her breast was fondled by Judy. And so it went, each somewhat satis?ed and burned out, yet enjoying the relatively mild continuance of sex play. The holding, fondling, kissing and quiet conversation had a very bene?cial impact (although they were not thinking of it at the time) in the releasing of tensions and the acceptance of the things they had done. Often things seem like fun in the heat of the moment, but distressful the following day. The closeness and after-the-fact intimacy they shared on the bed helped ease and defuse the qualms, embarrassment and regrets that might have existed otherwise.

They shifted around a number of times so that everyone had that closeness with each of the others, but, ?nally, all good things (and depraved ones) must come to an end. Looking at the time, the girls agreed that they had to get home and they started, reluctantly, to dress. For Kenny, the sight was astounding: four girls, completely naked to start, pulling on their panties and putting on their bras right before him, with no sense whatsoever of embarrassment. Somehow, watching them dressing was almost as exciting as seeing them nude. His cock, already revived by the long and very pleasant petting session as they lay together, took on that familiar rigidity that demanded release. Again, as with their dressing in front of him, the girls had no hesitation about recognizing his condition, something they would have noticed before but studiously ignored, one of them commenting, laughingly, “I guess that you’d better stay a while longer after we leave — Mrs. Kramer can take care of that! ” Unfortunately for that solution, Kenny and Beth had come together and he had to drive her home.

The issue hung in abeyance for a few moments, and then, Linda, doing something that should have been impossible to consider, much less do, in front of the others, fell on her knees between Kenny’s legs as he sat on the bed, and before she really had time to consciously think of the act she was about to commit, she found his cock at her mouth. Without hesitation, despite being aware of the girls watching, she opened her lips and engulfed it, beginning to suck immediately. Kenny, startled, never having conceived of such a thing, quickly forgot about everything except the warm, sucking mouth around his cock. The audience, which in other circumstances might have been disconcerting, faded from his mind and, holding her cheeks between his hands, he began fucking motions into her mouth. exploding very quickly, sending a monumental burst of cum into her mouth, most of which she swallowed. Shocked by her own actions, she fell back on the ?oor, momentarily overcome by what she had done.

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My stories are in chronological order. I encourage you to follow along and read these stories in this order as a prelude to this one:

I Hire Monica The Maid

Monica’s First Day as My Maid

Monica the Maid’s Three Hole Day

I Partner with Linda, A Salon Owner

I Massage Monica the Maid

Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities

I Become a Therapeutic Instructor

The Affair Continues in Las Vegas

I Rub an Asian MILF the Right Way

Going Where No Man Has Gone Before

Cumming Where No Man Has Cum Before

That Was The Weekend That Was

I’m Rewarded for a Job Well Done

Fun in Las Vegas with my MILFs

That Was The Week That Was

I Take My MILF Lisa to Mexico

I’m Ambushed by a Very Hot MILF

The CFO Gets Her Assets Worked Over

In Pursuit of a Very Hot MILF

For background, let me share the main characters in my stories:

I became a widower unexpectedly in January. I was lonely and in pain; I made an offer my maid Monica could not refuse. She stayed on as my maid and became my part time sexual playmate. (I Hire Monica the Maid; Monica’s First Day as My Maid; Monica the Maid’s Three Hole Day, I Massage Monica the Maid).

Coming out of my funk, I decided to learn how to give massages and I met Susan, a bathing suit model, who was my massage instructor, and we became friends. Between Susan and Monica I came up with some new business ideas (Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities).

I met Lisa, a divorcee, who was a student of Susan’s when I was a substitute instructor. We became lovers. (I Become a Therapeutic Instructor).

Lisa and I went to Las Vegas. (The Affair Continues in Las Vegas and That Was The Weekend That Was). I hired two ladies, Diana and Dana, to be with Lisa at the adult pool. Lisa arranged for my first threesome when we included her friend Michelle. (My Great Night in Vegas – not written as of this date).

After I met Lisa, and while I was casually dating her, I seduced Akiko, the lady who owned a local dry cleaners. I invited her over for a massage (I Rub an Asian MILF the Right Way). We traveled to Las Vegas (Going Where No Man Has Gone Before) where we met with Marie and Carmen.

The next day in Las Vegas (Cumming Where No Man Has Cum Before) I took Susan’s virginity and enjoyed sex with Dana. On Sunday and Monday in Las Vegas (Fun in Las Vegas with My MILFs) I had sex with Dana and Sandy (a hotel food and beverage employee).

I enjoyed my second threesome in LA with Eva. She was a manager at one of my client companies. (I’m Rewarded for a Job Well Done).

Leading up to the photo shoot for CYN Suits, I spent a week between LA and Las Vegas (That Was The Week That Was).

After the photo shoot, I had a lucrative business deal close. I made a lot of money that day and a friend of my late wife re-entered my life (I’m Ambushed by a Very Hot MILF). Her name is Catherine.

Catherine left on vacation and I enjoyed sex with Cynthia the CFO, Dana and Julie, both swimsuit models.

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Early August

I had kissed Catherine goodbye in her hotel room upstairs. Before leaving her I sucked on the bare breast and gently bit her nipple. She laughed and kissed me with passion.

I told her I’d meet her in Montreal in a couple of days. It was 5:30am, Eastern Time, Tuesday.

I was downstairs outside the hotel lobby getting ready to board the airport shuttle for a quick trip back to Los Angeles from Quebec when my phone pinged with a text message.

The phone number looked familiar (it had an LA area code) but I didn’t have the number in my address book matched to a name.

The text read: Hi Jack, just got home from vaca and I can’t sleep because of jet lag. Didn’t we have a fantastic night together in June? My God I get the chills thinking about how many times I came! But you didn’t do the one thing I was really hoping you’d do: eat me. I’ve wanted you to lick my pussy since the first time we met. I know you want to. Tell you what, if you promise to eat me you can fuck my ass again. And, I’ll eat pussy for you. Deal?

PS: I’ll toss in another pair of silk thong panties for your private collection. They’ll be nice and warm. Maybe wet too. When can we get together? I’ve missed you. And your big dick. Eva

I thought: Holy Shit Batman. Eva the hot sales manager is back from her two month vacation. Looking for love or just a good time? Who cares? I’m open for more of that very hot ass.

I was in Canada with Catherine, her two daughters and her parents on a vacation. Catherine and I had not yet had “the conversation” about an exclusive relationship and I wasn’t going to be the one to bring the subject up. Let sleeping dogs sleep. Let me sleep with as many women as I can. Let me die in the saddle, please.

I sat down on the bus and texted Eva back: Would you be open to a weekend in Las Vegas?

She replied seconds later: When?

I responded with a couple of weekend options later in the month.

She texted: Could we do both weekends? I really Ataşehir Escort want my pussy licked. By you. And I need to be fucked. Repeatedly. By you! Vegas would be a fun place for us.

I had more carnal thoughts. Two weekends in Las Vegas with Eva. This is a wet dream come true.

I chuckled and sent her this:

Yes, I’d love to spend two weekends with you. I’ll set it up. Hotels, planes, limos, shows, gambling, sex. Lots of sex. I want you to go online this morning and buy 12 suits. Use promotion code Jack and they’ll be custom made and shipped at no charge to your home. Put under special instructions Rush Per Jack. They should be there by Friday. You’ll be wearing them at an adult pool in Vegas.

Eva answered: Why do I need 12 suits? Why do I need a bathing suit, I thought we would just stay in the hotel and fuck our brains out. And what do you know about this company?

I responded: CYN Suits is my company. You’ll be with me for 6 afternoons at an adult pool in Las Vegas and I want you in a new suit every few hours. I want to show you off.

Eva writes back: I’ve heard about these adult pools but remember, I’m not 21 anymore.

I reply: You’ll be topless by the pool. I’ll hire a different hot UNLV coed to rub sun screen every day all over your perfect almost nude body so you won’t get sunburned. BTW on Sundays from 3pm to 7pm they stop serving alcohol and the pool goes nude. So when the pool goes nude so will you.

Eva texts: You want to show me off to total strangers? In tiny bathing suits, then have me go topless and end up nude? Just what kind of girl do you think I am?

My reply: You’re smart, funny and beautiful. You’ll be the hottest female poolside and you know it. You’ll be the center of attention-something you love. And you’ll be with me. Being in a tiny suit then topless and then nude with men and women eye fucking you for hours will make you so horny one flick of my stiff tongue on that beautiful pussy of yours and you’ll cum like you’ve never cum before. Plus I want to see you eating pussy again.

Eva sends: I’m wet just thinking about your tongue on my clit but can you see me before that? Like tonight? My pussy can’t wait for Vegas. I want you! Now!

My answer: My plane gets in at noon to LAX and I can I meet you in Beverly Hills. At The Montage? What time? 5?

Eva closed with: I’ll see you at 5pm in the bar. I’ll be the girl without any underwear on. For your easy access. Be ready to lick me to death. I’ll let you shave my pussy for starters. I’ll have my tight ass ready for your big cock. And a wet hot very tight pussy just for you. I’ve been thinking about you since our night together. I got home late last night and you’re the one I want to be in bed with. Safe travels. XOXO E

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My goal was to meet up with Catherine, the girls and her parents in Montreal on Thursday in time for dinner. It was a fast turnaround trip. I had no idea it would be so busy. And fun.

I landed at LAX and got to my LA client by 2pm.

The meeting lasted until 4 and then I met Eva at The Montage in Beverly Hills at 5pm for dinner and a long night of sex.

I checked into my suite and along the way stopped at the drugstore for a few items. Even though I was only spending one night with Eva at the hotel I emptied my suitcase and ordered champagne for the room.

Walking into the bar and I saw her first and took in the view. Her hair was styled, she was tan, she was wearing a little black dress with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. It looked like she had gained about fifteen pounds, her ass was a bit bigger and when she turned in my direction I could see her breasts had grown too.

My late wife believed that big asses meant big tits but it didn’t always hold water especially with boob jobs. I knew Eva was all natural and if her tits were bigger it would just mean more for me to play with. I was looking forward to seeing them, touching them and sucking on them. Maybe cum between them.

Her smile lit up the room as we saw each other and she greeted me with a deep kiss. She held me tight and we kissed a long time, oblivious to the few people in the bar at that hour. I could feel her breasts through my suit coat and they were larger. Her nipples were erect.

Eva tasted, smelled and felt great. I knew fucking would be a lot of fun; very pleasurable and non stop even without Kayla being there.

When our lips parted we held each other for a long time and she whispered into my ear how much she had missed me, how often she had thought about me (everyday) and how often she masturbated as she thought of our one night together with Kayla (before she went to sleep and every morning when she woke up).

We were seated in a quiet booth in the back, very visible so there wouldn’t be much an opportunity to fool around like we did before in the dark booth at the steakhouse. But there was plenty of time to be spent naked in the hotel suite so we sat close together like lovers and whispered a lot and we were constantly touching Kadıköy Escort one another.

Eva confessed she had a bra on but she wasn’t wearing panties and she took my hand and put it on her thigh so I could remember what I had missed for the last two months.

I moved my hand up her thigh until I ran into some fur.

Eva put her hand on mine and said, “That’s far enough Jack. If you spend much more time there I’ll cum and you know how wet I get. But you realize that your first job tonight after we get naked is to shave me, right?”

I responded with “I’m looking forward to it” and then I kissed her. “But would you mind terribly if I played with your pussy before I shaved it?”

Eva looked at me like an adoring fan and laughed. She said “I approve your priorities Jack.”

I kissed her and whispered into her ear “I get a great deal of pleasure making you cum sweetie.”

Eva shivered knowing she’d be cumming soon.

She told me all about her trip and we laughed at some of the miscues and things that happened. We kissed a lot between the laughs and I was having trouble keeping my hands to myself. Only the fact that we were in plain sight of most of the bar and restaurant kept me in check.

Eva told me that she was glad to be able to take everyone on a once in a lifetime trip but she’d rather do it with just one person next time. “Maybe we could do it next summer Jack?” she posed.

We’d finished a bottle of champagne and I looked at Eva and asked “Are you hungry or would you rather have dinner later?”

She looked at me and said “I think I can afford to skip a meal” followed by “Let’s go get naked.”

By the time we got to our floor I had unzipped her dress all the way down the back, was rubbing the top of her ass and had taken her shoes off. By the time the door of our suite closed behind us Eva was naked except for her bra and thigh highs. Her dress was on the floor.

We kissed as I massaged her bare back and ass cheeks rather leisurely and she groaned into my mouth.

I loved having my hands on her. She loved it too.

I soon found her rosebud and put my finger tip on it and pushed gently.

I swear she began humping my leg like a puppy!

Eva’s ass felt good – very good – in my hands and she loved the attention I was paying to it. I vowed to give her my Grand Canyon massage before checking out the next morning.

As we kissed I reached and unhooked her bra allowing her breasts freedom. I gently pulled the bra off of her, momentarily breaking the fighting going on between our tongues. Her hard nipples could be felt through my suit coat, dress shirt and tee shirt.

The only thing she had left on was her black silk thigh highs.

Eva was starved for physical affection. I was amazed that the once so in control sales leader was like silly putty in my hands. Moldable. Pliable. Had the alpha female surrendered to an alpha male?

I broke our kiss and said to her, “Eva, I’m going to enjoy you being naked until I leave tomorrow morning. I’ve got some surprises for you tonight.”

She held me tight as I continued to rub her fine ass and her bare back and she responded “Jack, whatever you say is what I’ll do. You can do anything to me. I just want you to make love to me.” She kissed my neck and my face and then found my mouth again.

I ran my hand between her legs and detected some moisture.

I found her clit in the hairy forest and she moaned into my mouth.

“Baby, I’m going to shampoo your bush before I shave it all off. You’ll be bare as I can get you.”

Eva kissed me, smiled at me, then turned to go into the bathroom, her fantastic ass sashaying as I watched her. Her ass was white, we call that a cottontail in the swimwear business. But the rest of her, with the exception of her strap marks, had a nice tan.

I took off my suit coat, loosened my tie and called out, “When you finish in there please come and undress me.”

Being a nice guy I hung up her dress and her bra (34D) in the closet. I put her shoes I there too.

Eva was back in a couple of minutes. She lifted her hands up over her head, giving me the full frontal monty. Her larger breasts were white, untanned and swaying. Her large brown nipples were taut, puffy and aroused, ready to be sucked. I could now see her full bush. Fur. The aroma of her sex reached my nostrils.

She smiled at me and kissed me and without saying a word, took off my clothes and hung them up nicely in the closet. I just watched getting more and more aroused, which I am sure was Eva’s plan. She put on quite a show for me, kissing me as she took off each piece, the result being when she kneeled to take off my briefs, the last piece of clothing I had on, I had a large erection waiting for her.

I put my hand on her head and said “Eva, kiss him hello. He missed you.”

With that, Eva gave my cock a deep French kiss to end all French kisses. I didn’t want her to stop, my God she gave great head, but I had other plans so I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, Bostancı Escort even though she had a slight penis breath. It was my penis after all.

I put a towel down on the sofa and had her sit down on it and I gently spread her thighs. I said “Close your eyes and lay your head back. Put your hands up behind your head. Don’t open your eyes until I tell you to. If you violate my instructions I’m going to spank you.”

Eva smiled at me, kissed me and replied “Yes Jack. But I might misbehave because I want you to spank me” she laughed.

Her head back, her arms up behind her head, her large white breasts with those highly suckable pebble sized nipples raised for my viewing pleasure, I started in on Eva.

I took off her thigh highs one at a time, each roll of the fabric generating a kiss on her soft, tender inner thighs and down her legs. Eva responded by spreading her legs wider and her aroma got stronger.

I sucked on her toes which got her laughing, her breasts jiggling.

Eva wanted my tongue on her pussy but I was going to make her wait. Maybe even beg for it.

By the time I removed both thigh highs her slit was visible through the dark bush and I began kissing her tanned toned thighs from the inside of her knees down to the crevice of her thigh and torso. She loved it, telling me how good it felt.

Eva tried to spread her thighs wider with each kiss and lick but she had reached her maximum. She reached her hands to my head to pull me into her pussy but I resisted, kissing then licking just above her pubic hairline on her belly while my hands gently teased the inside of her thighs without actually touching her pussy.

“Put your hands back up sweetie” I told her. “Lift them up.”

Her slit glistened and opened. Her clit started to rise. Eyes closed, she licked her lips and whispered “Jack, please lick me, lick me now.”

“Not just yet baby. I need more time with your beautiful body. With your beautiful pussy.”

I continued to resist her. And I pulled back a bit and started running my hands through her untamed bush.

Much like a hairdresser would untangle unruly hair.

Eva began to hump my hands and her clit peeked out as her lower lips opened a bit more.

“Do you trust me Eva?” I asked her as she started to groan.

“With my life Jack” she gasped, her eyes still closed. Licking her lips.

Between my kisses all around her pussy but not on it, I whispered to Eva “Play with your titties for me sweetheart. Like you do when you think of me.”

Eva started rubbing her breasts.

“Now pull on your nipples for me Eva” I told her, as I continued to run my fingers through her bush as I watched the show.

Her eyes were still closed, she started pulling on the firm erect nipples and continued to rub her breasts. She ran her tongue around her lips.

She asked me again to please lick her pussy and I said “Not yet but soon. Very soon.”

While I continued to play with her dark moist mane and my kisses turned to little licks around her forest, I asked her if she had been a good girl.

She licked her lips and said “Jack, except for my fingers I have been faithful to you. So I have been very good Jack.”

I said “Do you want me to take a little lick baby?”

Eyes closed tight, tongue licking her own lips, her response was “Please Jack, please lick my pussy. Please lick me Jack.”

In anticipation of my tongue her pussy started to flow, her hips moved forward towards my mouth and I bent my head down and took a big slow lick from the bottom of her slit to her now hard clit.

Eva’s hips bucked and she groaned “Oh my God Jack, please don’t stop, please don’t stop. That’s the only thing that has touched my pussy besides my fingers in two months. PLEASSSEEE JACK.”

I slowly assaulted her steaming cunt with my tongue, taking it very slow, still teasing her. I knew that she was close to coming so after just a few licks, I backed off and let her simmer. On high.

I eased my index finger into her slightly opened wet lower lips in a gentle probe and Eva gasped at the welcome intrusion.

I kissed her tummy again and licked her belly button while my finger soaked in her hot oven. I was tempted to rub her clit with my thumb but I held off.

I said “Now wet your nipples baby” and she did. She licked her fingers and rubbed her moisture on her sensitive nipples.

With my right hand occupied at and in her pussy, with my left hand I grasped a brand new nipple clamp I had placed under the sofa within easy reach.

I told Eva “That’s good sweetie. They’re nice and wet now. Stop playing with your nipples, keep your eyes closed and put your hands up behind your head.”

“Good girl” I continued, “now push your titties out at me” and she complied, her back curved, thrusting her chest out.

I said “You’re a good girl Eva.”

I leaned forward, my right index finger now firmly encased in her hot, wet baking oven, diddling her and I took her right nipple into my mouth.

Eva bucked forward at the unexpected pleasure and a loud groan escaped her open mouth.

I suckled and teased her beautiful nipple until it was as large and aroused as it was going to be and then I pulled my mouth off the wet protruding skin and with my left hand, put the clamp on the wet firm nub.

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I would like to tell you about one of my most fun experiences. It was with a girl named Stacey while watching a tape of me and her sister Amanda. Amanda and I had broken up several months before so I wasn’t cheating. Stacey was very attractive. She was 5’8″, a slim 125, green eyes, long blonde hair, and 36C tits. If I hadn’t of met her sister first I would have banged her instead.

Well, any way to the story. One day I got a call from Stacey out of the blue. She said she hadn’t seem me in a long time and wanted to watch a movie with me. I had no idea what movie she wanted to watch so I agreed to come over. When I got there she was in another part of the house. I went into the living room and heard her tell me to turn on the TV and press play and she was going to be right there. I did as I was told and nearly died when I saw me getting a blow job from Amanda. I was transfixed by the image on the screen. I had seen it a million times before but not with Stacey. I was wondering what Stacey had in mind when I felt her walk up behind me and put her arms around me and her hands went straight to my cock witch was rock hard.

I spun around to see Stacey standing there completely naked. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Here was the very Ümraniye Escort hot sister for my ex-girlfriend standing there watching me get all hard watching me fuck her sister and starring at her tits. Before I could react she dropped to her knees and started to undo my shorts. I was amassed how fast she got my pants down. She started to rub my cock through my underwear feeling it getting harder. She squeezed the shaft and massaged my balls. Finally she pulled down my boxers and stuck my dick into her mouth. The feeling was incredible she gave better head than her sister. Witch was cool because that’s what I was watching on the TV. Stacey was kissing the head and licking the tip with her tongue tasting my precum. Then she slowly took more and more of it into her hot mouth. On the screen I was eating Amanda’s pussy. Stacey was now dee-throating me I could feel her nose bumping my stomach. I grabbed two hand-fulls of Stacey’s long blonde hair and began to fuck her mouth like I was her sister’s pussy. She started to moan which felt terrific. I was so turned on that I came down her throat for what seemed like a hole min. Stacey tried to swallow every drop of my cum but a lot of it leaked out the corners of her mouth. I finally İstanbul Escort pulled my cock out of her mouth and she looked into my eyes and licked the cum off her face. She stood up and said,” wasn’t that the best head you have ever had.”

I could only nod my head. Stacey then took me over to the couch and we finished watching me fuck her sister till she passed out. (Amanda not Stacey)

When the video was done I was rock hard again and ready for more. Stacey was fingering herself the hole time so I decided to help. I reached my hand down to her pubic hair and played with it. I was surprised how wet it was. I then slid my hand under hers and started to rub her clit. Stacey had two of her fingers deep into her pussy while I massaged her clit with a motion her sister loved. She came in five seconds with a body shattering orgasm. Her hole body tensed, she arched her back and she shook with intense pleasure. I then rolled over on top of her and she put her ass up into the air begging me to bang her as I did her sister. What could I do she slid her fingers out of her tight twat and I slid my rod in. I began to fuck her with slow long strokes. Sliding all most all the way out the pressed all the way back in. She began Anadolu Yakası Escort to press back into me and I picked up speed. She began to moan as her second orgasm began to build. Then I got a devilish idea. In one stroke I slid my cock out of her pussy and right into her ass. It went in so easy it couldn’t have been her first anal. She exploded into another orgasm and clomped her ass down on my cock I couldn’t move. I nearly passed out from the pain. She finally relaxed her ass muscles just enough so I could continue fucking her. She defiantly knew what to do. Her butt acted like a cock ring keeping me from cumming. I kept banging her for an hour as hard and fast as I could. I slowed down and whispered into her ear begging her to let me cum. She relaxed her ass the rest of the way and I shot a wad of cum in her ass. I then pulled my rocketing cock out of her ass and shot lode after lode of my cum all over her back. It went all over, it landed in her blonde hair, on her back, all over her very nice ass, and on her right cheek when she looked back to see how much more I had. I quickly shoved my cock back into her pussy as I shot my final lode. I pulled out and sat back and Stacey rolled over and sat down too.

She looked at me and said,” want to do that again some time” with an evil grin on her face.

Before I could answer she leaned over and began to clean my cock off with her mouth. She could taste my and her cum and loved it. I just stroked her pretty cum soaked hair and said,” any time. Any time”

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It was a long two weeks with Jim out of town. Stuck alone with two kids under the age of 4, I had to call in the reserves. So I called my sister Denise and asked her if she could come to my house Thursday after work to help with the kids.

“Sure Lisa!” she said, “I’ll be there around dinner time and I’ll bring pizza for dinner.”

Denise showed up at six and the kids were happy to see her. We ate dinner, drank some wine and caught up with each other’s lives. There wasn’t much to talk about on my end based on the last two weeks but Jim was due home tomorrow, Friday night.

She and I got the kids cleaned up and into bed. We watched a movie but I was exhausted and fell asleep mid way through.

The next morning was the usual routine. Get the kids up. Get the fed and dressed. It was a little easier with Denise there to help but I felt that I needed a little “me time.” I asked her if I could slip away for about an hour so I could soak in the tub. The kids were glued to the TV watching their favorite shows.

Denise laughingly said, “I think I can handle them for an hour or so.”

With that I slipped in my bedroom of our one floor ranch house. I was wearing a white terry cloth robe that was mid calf length and tied in the middle with a separate piece of cloth. As I took it off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I could hear myself saying, “Not bad for having two kids.”

My B cup tits were not saggy although I picked up a little weight. I always tried to keep my public hair trimmed and even though it looked pretty good it was time to keep it from growing wild when I take my bath. As I stood there looking it hit me like a thunder bolt that it had been over two weeks since I had sex. With Denise covering me for at least an hour I decided to lay on the bed and take care of some much needed business before my bath.

I closed the bedroom door partially so I could hear Denise if she needed me. I reached in one of my dresser drawers and pulled out my dildo. Lying on my back on the bed, completely naked, I started to play with my tits and pussy. My vagina became instantly wet and I could feel it leaking down my butt crack. I reached for my dido and started to slip it inside of me. My other hand went for my clit to give it a nice massage. Within seconds my clit was swollen and erect.

Just as the tensions of the last two weeks were beginning to fade and my orgasm was beginning to build, I heard Denise yell, “Lisa there is someone at the front door.”

I pulled the dildo out of me and grabbed my robe to go see who was at the door. In my haste I could not find the tie and just pulled Kartal Escort the two sides together and held them in place with my hand. Approaching the front door I could see out the window that it was our oil heating company and it dawned on me that today was the appointment for our maintenance. I opened the front door while holding my robe closed but then realized his hands were full with tool boxes and could not get past the screen door. I had to release the grasp on my robe to open the screen door and as he entered he had full view of my naked body. I could feel a little gush of juice trickle from my pussy. Closing my robe as quickly as I could, I led him down the basement stairs knowing he had just received a great show.

He was not a good looking man. He was probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He was mostly bald and what hair he did have was gray. I showed him where the heater was and he went straight to work. I asked him if I could take a shower. He said I would have to wait until he was done. He looked at me with a smile and said he had guessed I was going to take a shower based on what was underneath my robe. I could feel my face turn bright red and another jolt shot straight to my vagina. I released my grasp on the robe as there was no sense trying to hide what had already been seen. I did not openly flash him but I made no attempt to cover either. I asked him how long it would take him to do the work and he said about 20 minutes provided he did not need to make any repairs. When I turned to go up the steps I could feel his eyes on me, knowing that various parts of my body were being exposed as I moved.

I explained to Denise that my bath would be delayed and asked her if she could handle the kids a little longer. She said no problem and that if worse came to worse she would take them to the park and that she would call back to me if she did take them.

Back in my bedroom, I once again removed my robe and lie on my back naked. It did not take long before my hands were back around my pussy and tits rekindling the lust that had started several minutes before. Imagining the view that the repairman got with my open robe only fueled my fire. After a few minutes my nipples were erect and my clit was aching to be touched. I felt around for my dildo and once I located it on the bed I pulled my knees up into the air with feet flat on the bed and inserted it into my wet and wanting pussy. Then I closed my eyes for several minutes just enjoying the moment.

I heard some noises outside my bedroom and opened my eyes to see what was going on. The bedroom door was partially open, maybe Pendik Escort about 50% and directly outside was the heater repair man working on the thermostat directly across from my bedroom door. Every few seconds he was looking away from the thermostat and directly at me while I was masturbating. Then he would turn back to the thermostat and pretend to work on it..

At this point I was so turned on I could care less if the whole world was watching me play with my pussy. The next time he looked at me I gestured for him to come into the bedroom but to be quiet. As I lay there with the dildo in my cunt and legs wide open I motioned for him to close and lock the bedroom door.

I used hand signals and motioned for him to come closer and take down his pants. He dropped his pants and underwear to the floor which then exposed a pretty impressive cock even in his semi erect state. Grabbing his cock and I pulled it to my lips and ran my tongue around the head. His one eyed snake grew rapidly as he reached down and started to play with my pussy. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could but fell short of engulfing his whole length. He didn’t seem to mind though as he moaned with pleasure while I gently massaged him with my tongue and teeth.

My pussy was aching to be filled with some manhood. Pulling his cock from my mouth I asked him if he would fuck me. He looked at me puzzled probably thinking he was lucky enough just to get a blow job.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered.

“That’s OK. I will take you bareback,” I replied.

He began to remove all of his clothes and once completely naked, I laid back on the bed to take his cock into my sopping wet cunt. The head of his cock pressed against my opening and I was so wet he slipped right in all the way. He took about a dozen stokes inside of me when I heard my sister call for me. I pushed him off me as quickly as possible and grabbed my robe. Going out to where she and the kids were, she announced that she was taking them to the playground. With me saying,” that would be great”, out the door she went.

Immediately I removed my robe and walked back to the bedroom completely naked. There was the repairman lying on the bed, still naked, and for the first time I really got a good look at his cock. That thing almost reached his naval and was twice as thick as my husband. Leaving the bedroom door open, climbing up on the bed I straddled him and then mounted his cock facing him. Moving up and down on his pole he grabbed both my breasts and started to play. Rubbing my nipples between his fingers they became quite erect. I leaned Göztepe Escort forward so he could suck on them and make them even harder.

Enjoying the ride, it started to dawn on me exactly what I was doing. Here I was fucking this old man, a total stranger, completely naked with no protection on his cock and my husband could be home ay any minute. Just those thoughts brought me close to a major orgasm that was building in me.

Slowly, I lifted my cunt from his rod until it plopped out of me. There was a coating of white on his cock that was obviously from me. I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the dining room. This allowed me to see out a window to the driveway in case my husband came home. I then bent over the table and told the repairman that we needed to finish up. Entering me from behind his strokes had my tits swaying in all directions. My pussy and body were close to ecstasy. I heard him start to moan as he continued to pump in and out of me. OMG it felt so good I didn’t want to stop. My orgasm just exploded as he pushed deep into my vagina on one stroke. The knees went weak and I could feel my face and chest turn bright red. While I was still coming down from my orgasm he let out a loud moan. He told me he was about to cum an asked where he could drop his load. Telling him to let it go inside my cunt I just waited for him to splash his sperm inside me. Once he had drained everything into me, he pulled out and went to the bedroom to get his clothes and get dressed.

Still bent over at the table just enjoying my orgasm and naughtiness, the repairman walked by me, slapped me on the ass and handed me my robe. He gathered up his tools as I slipped on my robe. As he was leaving the door, I could see my sister walking up the driveway with the kids. Denise got the kids settled for more TV.

She saw me in the dining room still in my robe an asked if I was ever going to get that shower?

I said, “I am going right now. He took longer than I thought.”

When I turned to walk to the bathroom I saw a big puddle of his sperm had leaked out of me onto the carpet. So as to not draw attention to it and hoping Denise did not see it, I walked toward the bathroom to take a now much needed shower. While washing, more and more of his spunk leaked out of my pussy. Hopefully, if my husband wanted sex when he got home he would not notice that another man had already coated the inside of my vagina. I dried off and got dressed, grabbed some paper towels and headed to the dining room to clean up the mess on the carpet.

Looking around for the wad of sperm, I could not find it. I knew that it had not soaked into the carpet that quickly so I felt around with my hands and found a damp spot. Denise must have seen the cum puddle and cleaned it up.

I walked into where she was sitting and sat next to her. She turned and smiled at me and asked, “do you feel better now?”

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Ezekiel Nicholls crossed the city limit line of the small Oregon town he swore he would never set foot in for the rest of his life, driving the same back roads in his Escalade that he had torn down astride his Harley in the opposite direction twenty years ago. The two-lane straight stretch of asphalt that cut through the fields that use to be dotted with cows and sheep was now the road that gave residents access to the new housing complex. As he drove under the overpass, running the amber light of the new traffic signal, he had to wonder if he was in the right town, Oak Hills had changed so much since the day he had left. There were three new fast-food chains with easy access to the interstate on and off ramps and the single story eye-sore of a motel had been torn down and a new three story hotel had been built in its place to catch the weary travelers. The corner lot where the drive-in burger joint he used to hang out in had been demolished to make room for a small espresso stand, a donut shop and an insurance office. The outskirts had changed but as he drove further into town, some things were still the same.

The grocery store was still offering items at ten percent off and further down the road, the mom-and-pop shops were still open, keeping the residents happy with the essentials. St. Ignatius’s was still having bingo on Friday nights and the time and temperature still flashed on the bank’s reader board along with the current loan APR but the twenty-four hour convenience store that he used to buy his beer in late at night without the fear of being carded had been converted into a pizza parlor. As he drove his luxury SUV down the main street that was lined with pickup trucks, cars and small domestic SUVs, he felt out of place once again, but he wasn’t going to let it discourage him. He had come back to Oak Hills for his high school reunion even if he had only read about the gathering on-line. He had never been Mr. Popular so he wasn’t expecting to reconnect with anyone; he was more or less just coming back in hopes of catching a glimpse of the girl he left behind.

Zeke had to slam on the brakes, skidding to a halt at the intersection where a second traffic signal had been added to the main street, and he waved in apology at the driver of the other car as he turned in front of him. He let out a quick, short breath, waiting for the light to change before he continued on his way through town, passing by the park where several members of the alumni were already starting to set up for the reunion’s barbeque tomorrow afternoon, the banner that was tied between two trees flapped in the hot June breeze welcomed back the graduates. As he looked around the town at all the changes, he had to wonder what would have happened to him if he had stayed.

He let out a long breath as he drove by the park, still wondering why he even bothered coming back to a town where he’d never been made to feel welcome and he seriously thought about turning around and driving back to Los Angeles and he almost did when he received a sideways glance from a local he couldn’t even remember. While some things had changed, others still remained the same and one in particular was that outsiders still weren’t welcome in Oak Hills, or maybe it was just him. His stomach growled, reminding him that he had been driving for fourteen hours on several cups of coffee and a three two-biter McDonald’s cheeseburgers and the least he could do before he turned back around and high-tailed it out of town for a second time was stop and have a decent meal in a sit-down restaurant. He maneuvered his SUV into the turning lane at the intersection that use to have the only traffic signal; the road would connect him to the interstate along the back road of an even smaller town, and waited for the green arrow.

The Coffee Cup was still open after all these years and he parallel parked his Cadillac along the curb in front of the beauty parlor, raised the windows and killed the engine. He caught his reflection in the rearview mirror and quickly combed his fingers through his wind-blown brown hair that, even though he was thirty-eight, was already starting to gray at the temples, smoothing down the locks that were a lot shorter now than they had been when he’d left. He climbed out and shut the door, stretched the kinks from his back as he waited for the car to pass before he jaywalked across the street. He stepped up onto the sidewalk and looked in the window at the two couples that occupied the small diner in the late lunch hour and then at the white board hanging in the window that listed the day’s specials.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and roast beef instantly wafting around him, and he push the door shut to keep the summer heat out. The overhead fans whirled, circulating the air as the ancient air conditioner in the corner hummed loudly, dropping the temperature by ten degrees. The décor hadn’t changed much since the last time he had set foot inside the diner his mother use to wait tables in, and even though the place could use a coat of paint on the walls and new countertops to replace the Maltepe Escort chipped and worn Formica, the place still felt homey. He smiled at the elderly couple in the corner but the other two people never looked his way. The cook was in the kitchen eyeing him curiously over the high counter and the lone waitress was wiping down the table of the booth that had just been vacated. When she heard the bell above the door jingle, she said without looking up, “Have a seat wherever, Hon, and I’ll be right with you.”

Zeke pulled off his black framed wraparound sunglasses and tucked them into the breast pocket of his pale blue oxford button-down shirt and walked over to the stools that lined the front counter. He was half way across the dining room when the waitress turned around and started walking towards him and he gave her a quick once over. She was wearing a pale pink T-shirt with a modest scoop neck that clung to her small breasts and black capris length pants, a half apron tied around her waist and comfortable sneakers on her feet. But when his gaze settled on her still beautiful face he stopped dead in his tracks as a rush of long forgotten memories came flooding back.

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Twenty years earlier…

Zeke backed his Harley-Davidson Sportster into the corner parking spot, dropped the kickstand and turned off the rumbling engine. He pulled his helmet off and sat it on the seat between his splayed thighs, tugged his leather gloves off, tossing them into his helmet and dragged his fingers through his unruly shoulder length brown hair that hadn’t seen a pair of scissors in almost a decade. He dug a packet of cigarettes out of his leather motorcycle jacket and shook one out, putting it between his lips and lit it with a Zippo, even though he knew he was clearly in defiance of Oak Hills High School no tobacco policy. He blew out a long stream of smoke as he snapped the lid shut, tucking the lighter and cigarettes back into his pocket as he stared across the parking lot at the four teenage girls standing on the walkway in front of the gym, talking and laughing and flipping their long hair back over their shoulders, more particularly at the one with the mahogany hair that was facing him, her back to the brick wall.

He’d had his eyes on her for the past three years and, as of last week, she had just turned eighteen. Her name was Catherine Devereux but everyone just called her Cate. She sat two seats in front of him in World History, smelling like flowers, looking like sin and completely oblivious to his existence. But he knew of hers. She would always walk, or rather sashay right past him whether it was in class or in the halls, her head held high with her little snobbish nose in the air, leaving in her wake an aromatic scent of expensive perfume. She would never look his direction, she was too good for him, and she made sure he knew it, after all he was the badass of Humboldt County and she wouldn’t be caught dead talking to him. He had followed her home one day, just to make sure she wasn’t putting on a false impression, and when he saw that she lived in a two story sprawling house at the top of the hill overlooking the entire town, the long driveway lined with oak trees that were just as majestic as the house, he knew that he didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of ever gaining her attention. So he had no choice but to admire her from afar.

He just sat there astride his motorcycle, smoking his cigarette and watching Cate as she stood chatting with her equally snobbish friends. She was looking sinful as always. Her hair was pulled back from her beautiful face in a braid this morning, the end reaching the middle of her back, and with the late spring heat that was soon to arrive with the afternoon sun, she had on a knee length black frilly skirt with little blue flowers on it that swished around her thighs and a light blue sleeveless silk blouse, the ends tied in a knot just above the waistband of her skirt, showing off a scant inch of her taut little tummy and white canvas Keds on her bare feet.

She always hung out with the same three girls–he didn’t know any of their names–and they were all snobs in their own right with teenage bodies that were built for one thing only; every respectable guy in school had more than likely enjoyed a ride a time or two. And then there was Cate. She didn’t flaunt her body in revealing clothes that pushed the dress code like the other girls in the group did but what he could see of it, he marveled in. She was five inches shorter than him, had long, sleek legs that he couldn’t remember how many times he had imagined wrapped around his hips, a trim waist that he could probably easily encircle with his hands and firm breasts that would be just big enough to fill his palms and eyes the color of forget-me-nots. She was–in his eyes–absolutely perfect and completely unattainable by the likes of him.

“Nicholls!” an authoritative voice yelled from the steps of the school.

Zeke plucked the cigarette out from the corner of his mouth at the sound of the principal’s voice and dropped it to the ground, crushing it out Ümraniye Escort with the toe of his lace-up motorcycle boot. His gaze instantly shifted from the girl of his dreams to the man of his nightmares as he came marching towards him hell-bent for blood, his blood. The head honcho had had it in for him the second he stepped foot through the open door of the front office when he had transferred to Oak Hills his sophomore year and the harassment only got worse the day he rode past the front of the school astride his Harley. He tried to keep his nose clean and stay out of trouble but trouble usually found him and this morning was no different, the man was a festering thorn in his side and he couldn’t wait to dig it out. He shoved his hand through his unruly hair, pushing it back from his face as he blew out a long stream of smoke from the side of his mouth. “Principal Williams,” he deadpanned, staring the man down with cold coffee-brown eyes.

“Don’t you take that tone with me, you hooligan,” Anderson Williams snapped. He was responsible for over two hundred students that walked the halls of the high school and this was one student he kept a close watchful eye on, waiting for the moment he would mess up so he could expel him, even if graduation was only ten days away. He was a troublemaker, pure and simple, and he didn’t have the time to deal with Zeke nor did he have a welcome place in his school. He wanted him gone. Period.

“I’m just sitting here, minding my own business, waiting for the bell to ring,” Zeke said. He stood up and swung his leg over his motorcycle, straightening to his full height of six feet, smirking when the man, who was the same height as him, quickly cowered backwards. His height and size wasn’t intimidating, half of the football team was bigger than him, so he knew it had everything to do with the jagged scar on his right cheek that made the older man take a step or two backwards. He told everyone it was from a knife fight when in fact it was from being backhanded by his old man and falling against the jagged edge of a broken lamp when he was ten. And a lie was a lot better to tell than the truth, besides it usually got people to leave him the hell alone.

Anderson crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Zeke. He didn’t have the right to stop students from smoking, but he had the right to enforce the policy as long as the student was on school property and the parking lot was part of that area. Everyone followed the rule, except for the one that was out to give him a coronary from too much stress, usually with the argument that he was smoking in his vehicle–which wasn’t subject to the rule–even though his vehicle had no doors. “How many times have I told you, no smoking on school property?”

Zeke looked at him, one eyebrow raised. Like he was supposed to know? “Counting right now? Five hundred and sixty-one,” he answered, tight-lipped.

“Listen here, you punk, I want–” Anderson said, jamming a finger at the chest of the hard-headed eighteen year old but was quickly cut off by the shrill ringing of the first school bell.

Zeke picked his helmet up and shoved his hand through his hair, glaring at the principal. He didn’t have to say the words, he knew he wanted him gone, but he had made a promise to his mother that he would graduate and that vow was the only thing that kept him from leaving town this very second. “Don’t worry, in ten days, I’ll be out of this fucking hell-hole of a town and you won’t have to deal with me anymore,” he swore as he shoved his way past the principal. He strode across the parking lot and when he reached the walkway he looked up, surprised to see that Cate was still standing there, alone, and hanging on his every word. He wasn’t the least bit surprised that, when he stepped up on the sidewalk, she turned on her heel and hurried down the breezeway with her nose in the air.

He snorted. The principal wasn’t the only one that wanted him gone.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cate was standing along the breezeway outside the school gym making plans with her friends for the Memorial Day weekend when she heard the heavy rumble of a Harley engine as it rounded the corner, the even louder rumble as the engine was revved at it sped down the straight stretch before finally turning into the parking lot and she discreetly turned her attention from her friends to watch the only student that rode a motorcycle. A leather and denim clad rebel that she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off for the past year.

She watched as he backed the motorcycle into the narrow spot where he always parked, the breezeway had a clear view of that portion of the parking lot, the rumbling engine silenced with the turn of a key and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip when he pulled off his helmet, that full head of brown hair the color of fine chocolate falling down to brush his leather-clad shoulders. She watched as he dug a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, lighting one, and she could have sworn that she felt his hot coffee-brown eyes on her as he sat there astride his motorcycle. She didn’t care for the fact that he smoked, İstanbul Escort but just that he was a badass and disobeyed the school’s strict rules had her convincing her friends to talk outside where she could secretly watch him, even if for the briefest moment. He was, in two words, absolutely gorgeous and someone she didn’t dare associate with unless she wanted to royally piss off her mother.

She had first seen Zeke through the glass of the front office door when he registered for school in the middle of her sophomore year. His hair wasn’t quite as long then as it is now and he had been a bit scrawnier like most of the fifteen/sixteen year olds that year, but over the course of the summer that he had turned eighteen, he shot up three more inches and gained weight in the form of pure muscle. His style of clothing had never changed and she didn’t mind in the least, faded blue jeans and either a black or white T-shirt, a black leather jacket and heavy soled motorcycle boots. In the past year those jeans had gotten tighter along with the shirts, pulling over taut, rippling muscles that had every good-girl swooning and every boy pissed off with jealously. The bottom edge of a tattoo extended out from under the rolled sleeve of his T-shirt and that scar on his cheek only added to his dangerous appeal, making him that much more enticing.

She always walked passed him with her nose in the air, not because she wanted to, but because she had to. She knew that if she looked into those eyes of his, her legs would turn as limp as noodles since he already had her stomach twisting into a knot and her heart pounding in her chest every time he was in close proximity. She only had one class with him and she tried to get there as early as she could so she wouldn’t have to walk past him, smell the pure masculine scent that oozed out of every pore, but he always beat her to the room, forcing her to walk right by him, step over his long legs that blocked the aisle. Damn assigned seating.

She knew he left the campus for lunch so the only time she really got to admire him was before school and any time she passed him in the hall because he was always gone as soon as the final bell rang, the fading rumble the Harley’s engine making his departure known to everyone. She had always wondered just how many girls enjoyed a private ride on the back of his motorcycle and then a ride on his privates, but none of the girls she talked to would admit if they ever had, after all he lived on the other side of the railroad tracks in a trailer park and the upper crust just didn’t associate with the bottom of the barrel.

Cate heard the principal yell at Zeke, much like he did every morning, and she didn’t even realize that her friends had walked off, snickering at her for staying behind to watch and listen to the argument that was about to ensue between the head honcho and the school’s troublemaking badass. She wanted to come to Zeke’s defense, he wasn’t harming anyone or damaging property, but she would just make a fool of herself and piss off the principal more and wind up in detention or worse, suspended ten days before graduation. She sucked in her breath when Zeke stood up and swung his leg over the seat, waiting and wondering if he was finally going to take a swing at the older man after all the months of continuous harassment, he had already been suspended three times this year for fighting. She didn’t doubt that he could hold his own but–

Did she just hear him right? After graduation he was gone? Everyone in town always made it hard on him and they didn’t trust him just from his looks alone but she had a feeling that under that tough exterior was someone with a big heart that was just misunderstood, but then she could also be completely wrong about him and he had a massive chip on his shoulder. When he looked up at her, she felt her pounding heart leap into her throat and when he stepped up onto the sidewalk and took a step towards her, she quickly turned on her heel and hurried back inside the school so she could get to class before the second bell rang.

She was probably the only one in town who didn’t want him to leave. And she didn’t dare say a word otherwise.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Zeke was just minding his own business, enjoying a late-night double cheeseburger smothered with grilled onions when trouble found him once again.

The Memorial Day festivities had been in full swing at the city park with the opening dedication of the town’s memorial wall and everyone had gathered there to remember the fallen, well, everyone except him. He wasn’t working at the feed store with the holiday weekend so he rode into town to grab a bite to eat at the drive-in diner and he parked his motorcycle along the curb and sat down at the sidewalk table to enjoy his burger, fries and Coke in peace and quiet. Or so he had thought. He was halfway through his burger when a black Mustang bounced rather than turned into the drive-in, its tires screeching on the asphalt as it slid to a halt diagonally in the farthest parking bay, the passenger side door flying open before it had a chance to come to a complete stop. He couldn’t see the girl as she scrambled out but he recognized the driver as he shoved himself out from behind the wheel, George Hunsaker, the star quarterback of the football team who was getting a full ride to an out of state college in the fall.

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Doctor Greg Clark lived a typical, if upper middle class, American existence. A dermatologist with his own practice, he had patients enough to make a pretty penny and flexibility enough to do it while maintaining a fair amount of control in terms of the amount and times he worked. In his off time, he enjoyed running, playing pickup basketball with friends he had known since elementary school, doting on his two kids, Shelly, age 5, and Martin, age 2, and absorbing pop culture, especially music and literature. He married his college sweetheart and they were on their 8th year of wedded bliss. They loved, respected, and looked out for one another and when they had sex, both found it enjoyable. At 31, he seemed to be in a healthy, enjoyable rhythm.

On the day when it all began, Greg was running a bit behind for a dinner party. The basketball game ran over and there was construction on Main Street and what should have been a 6:15 shower had been pushed back to 6:30. As he hustled into the pelting, steamy mist, he heard his wife yell something to which he simply shouted back, “Ok.” He had no particular interest in the “What? Can you say that again,” back and forth since he was already rushing. With the babysitter already in the back yard, taking a dip in the pool and his wife more than ready to go, he was sure whatever was the issue the two of them could take care of it at that time or it could wait. Either way, he resolved to be sure to ask her about it later, and that that would be good enough.

He paused for a moment in the mirror and gave himself a quick up and down. Everything appeared in order: still in shape, teeth still white, nails still nicely trimmed. His hair, however, would need to be addressed.

A victim of premature graying in his early twenties, the good Doctor had opted to get out in front of it in a fit of a vanity and shaved his head, reasoning that he would simply dye the hair as it grew back and people would not realize how gray he was really going. After very positive notices for the shaved head look, he dropped the second part of the plan and simply kept it bic’ed clean. Today, however, he had let the stubble go too far and, in a rush or not, he would have to shave it away once again.

But haste makes reckless fools of us all and in this way, Greg was no different. Taking far more than the customary dollop of body wash for his head, he found his eyes quickly filled with equal parts soap and unpleasant burning. Squeezing his lids shut in an attempt to prevent further stinging pain, he grimly set about his business, dragging Şerifali Escort the razor from front to back, rinses and repeating.

Two razor pulls in, he heard the shower curtain pull open and closed once more and sensed another person in the tub with him.

“Hey, I thought you already—” he began, before a digit pressed to his lips stopped him.

“Shh,” his wife whispered back. “Just keep doing what you are doing. Mmmmm…and call me baby.”

This struck Greg as odd as he could probably count on one hand the amount of times he called his wife baby. As far as he could recall, she never seemed to care much for it one way or another. More primary in his mind though was…

“Okay, but why are you—”

Again, he was interrupted…this time by his wife’s nails dragging down his chest and stomach before teasing him to hardness. Stunned, Greg could only stand in place as teasing turned to more insistent stroking. As she varied speeds and occasionally dragged her nails down the length of his cock, he finally broke out of his stupor with a deep moan before speaking.

“Umm…I thought we were already running behind?”

“That’s why you need to keep shaving,” she responded in a throaty, playful whisper.

Still not quite understanding what was going on, Greg began to open his mouth once again. Only a shocked gasp came out as he felt his wife take him deep into her mouth. A rush of blood shot through his body. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet and needy. He reached for the wall blindly, eyes still coated with soap.

“Shave,” her heard her mumble/order him and so he did. He probably would have done anything to keep her mouth and her tongue pleasuring him.

As he enjoyed it, another part of his mind still struggled to process it. He couldn’t remember the last time she had gone down on him at all, nevermind spontaneously in the shower. It had been so long, her technique even seemed different to him. Her blowjobs, as best he could remember, were good, but nothing like this. This…was amazing. Everything she did wracked his body with bursts of bliss and desire. It was as though, suddenly, she was living to suck his dick, she committed to it with such abandon.

Anxious to see her as she applied this new, improved ability, Greg rushed to finish shaving and clean the soap from his eyes. He fought against his desire to wrap his hands in her hair as her mouth drove him wild, convinced that to do so would mean the end of this magic moment.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of jets of water, deep slurping, İstanbul Escort the doctor’s own unconscious moans and grunts of sexual need and fulfillment, and his wife’s almost constant murmurs of lusty contentment. As he clued into the sounds, his own lust somehow increased. He felt nearly dizzy with it. But somehow he persisted and finished his head, throwing it back into the shower head stream, restoring his vision once again.

Triumphant, he allowed himself a smile and looked down, prepared to take in the sight of his wife on her knees, loving his dick.

And so he locked eyes with her, her green eyes twinkling with naughty lust and control, almost smirking with an “I got you” statement of control. Her flaxen hair retained some curl even though as it continued to be soaked under the powerful spurt of water from the shower. Greg could not believe how hot she looked. How transcendent. He knew it was shallow to say that he never loved his wife as much as he did now, blowing him, but there it was. This world shaking round of head was officially the greatest gift she had ever given him, beating out the births of both their children.

Except…

His wife did not have green eyes, she had blue ones. And she had chestnut hair, not blond. It was straight, never curly. Who the hell—

The woman, the stranger noticed his eyes, and hers seemed to smile even stronger. She slowly, achingly slowly, dragged her mouth off his cock, using her teeth every so sparingly, until he was free of her.

“Mallory?” he gasped. Mallory was his 19 year old babysitter, a five-foot five-inch ball of energy that had watched his children for the past two years while attending community college just down the street. She was the subject of great ribald fixation for many of Greg’s friends, with her penchant for cute, revealing outfits, sexy heeled shoes, perky breasts, toned legs, and a beautiful face that framed an easy, but vaguely teasing smile.

“Hey Doctor Clark,” she said to him matter-of-factly, stroking him without hesitation, “I figured I could get you off before you even knew it was me. I guess lasting longer is one of the benefits of experience, huh?”

“You…you…But…Gina…the kids.”

“Your wife went out for a bottle of wine, the kids are still next door finishing a movie. It’s just you and me,” she assured him in a confident tone, before dragging her tongue back and forth just below the head where it met the shaft.

“You still shouldn’t be here,” Greg managed to spit out.

“Mmm….you are so right, Dr. Clark. Ümraniye Escort And you so shouldn’t enjoying getting a blow job from your 19 year old babysitter. And yet, that’s where we find ourselves. So the question is, what do you do about it?”

With that, she deep throated him once more.

“Ahhh,” he could not help but gasp in enjoyment before recentering himself.

“We…we need to stop,” he stuttered.

She stopped, pouted a moment, and then, in a sing song voice, replied, “Do we?”

“Yes. Because, because I’m married and you are…young. And…”

“And you are so fucking hard,” she cut him off. “And you love how I suck your cock. And I am here on my knees. And I neeeeeeeeeed your cum. In my mouth. In my throat.”

“Wha…”

“So the way I see it, you can enjoy this moment, fuck my hungry mouth, and give me what I need. Or you can spend all night being pissed at yourself for not cumming all over my tongue only to come home and settle for mediocre sex with your wife. That is, if you get any sex and all.”

Silence filled the bathroom, twisting its way through the stream.

“I tell you what,” Mallory almost taunted, “I’m going to keep doing what I am doing and you let me know when you decide.”

And so she did. And Greg could do nothing but yield to her oral talents. And then, like something breaking, he let out a groan, a grunt, a bark, seemingly all at once. His hands shut forward and tangle themselves in her hair and he began to force himself deeper and quicker into her mouth. Mallory moaned what was no doubt a delighted, “Yes!” and her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure. Within moments, Greg was spewing profanity from his mouth, “Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh your fucking mouth. Making me cum so fucking hard. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” as he cock exploded in hers.

A smile visible on her lips, she swallowed most of it, careful to let just a bit leak out the side of her mouth. Standing up, she dragging her figure across her chin, collecting the excess. Then, looking deep into Greg’s eyes, she licked her finger clean with a long lulling motion of her tongue.

“Thanks, Doctor C,” she giggled, hoped out the shower, out the bathroom window, and jogged back to the pool where she dove in. As Greg collected himself, he heard Gina yell from the base of the steps, “Okay, I’m back. I’m going to grab the kids next door, hand them off to Mallory, and then we gotta go.”

Greg shouted his assent in return, despite his mind being very much still on the subject of him having just finished face fucking his teenaged babysitter. He could not imagine doing anything dirtier or more sinful or more betraying that what had just happened, even as he was unclear if he was even to blame.

He would quickly find that he was capable of so much more very, very naughty behaviors.

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