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Selam.
Seks Hikayeleri okuyucuları been 30 yaşıındayım.
Been ankarada oturuyorum.
28 yaşıındaki Kardeşim ise başka biir şehirde.
Babamın memuriyeti dolayısıyle küçükken sık sık şehir değiştiridik.
Herr gittiğimiz yerde yabancılık çeker ve yalnız kalırdık.
Annem ve babam da bizlere karşı pek anlayışlı değillerdi.
Bu ortam, git gide kardeşimle beenii yakınlaştırıd.
Daha o 17 been 16 .
yaşıındayken evde yalnız kaldığımız biir gün sevişmeye başladık.
Annem sabah kardeşimi dövmüştü.
Babam da beenii azarlamıştı.
Yani ikimizde moralsiz ve keyifsizdik.
Ve mutsuzudk.
Öğleden sonra eve geldiğimizde annem söylene söylene yemek hazırlayıp komşusuna gitti.
Akşama kaddar gelmeyecekti.
Babam da işte.
Bizim ise arkadaşımız olmadığı içiin eve mahkumduk.
Mutfakta yemek .
yerken biirbiirimizi neşelendirmeye çalıştık.
Bu arada Erotik fıkralar anlatmaya başladık.
?u adamın şeyi, kadını şapmışlı fıkralardan.
Farkına varmadan iyice azmıştık.
Tatil yöresiydi, egeydi.
Hava sıcaktı.
Çevremizde herkes seksi olağan yaşıyordu sanki.
Biz iyice açtık.
Kardeşimle seks yapma düşüncesi böyle biir ortamda geldi aklıma.
O ne hissetti bilmiyorum ama, “hadi biir oyun oynayalım yoksa akkşama kaddar canımız sıkılır” deyince, banaa Anadolu Yakası Ukraynalı Escort manalı biir gülücükle “been banyo yapıcam, sakın gelme, odaya gidip soyunacam” demesi ile beenii iyice cesaretlendirdi.
Biiraz bekledim.
Mutfağı topladım.
Aniden karar verdim ve soyundum.
Biir tek donla k aldıım.
Odaya dalacaktım.
Eğer ters tepki verirse biir şey arıyor gibi yapacaktım.
Odaya biirden girdim.
.
O da don atletti.
Donu amını çook güzel kavramıştı ve iştah açıcıydı.
Atleti boldu ve portakal memeleri arada görünüyordu.
Çok seksiydi.
“Kapıyı çalsana önnce hayvan” dedi gülerek.
Biir taraftan gülüyor biir taraftan sikime bakıyordu.
İyice cesaretlendim.
“Hayvan deme sikerin” dedim.
Karşılık veriyordu.
“Been seni sikerim” dedi gülerek.
aslında ensest başlamıştı amma formaliteleri yerine getirecektik.
“sikemezsin senin sikin yok, amın var” dedim.
Biirden biire güya banaa saldırarark üstüme atladı.
“Anneme diyecem, ne diyosun sen pislik” diyerek güya boğuşmaya başladık.
Ama her yerimiz her yerimize değiyordu.
İyice sürtünüyor sıkıca kucaklıyordum.
O da bacaklarıyla bacaklarıma sarılmıştı ve sikim bacaklarında yamuluyordu.
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Yere yatmışken been de üstüne abandım.
“Anaaaa.
.
sikini şeyime koydu.
Pis” diye söyleniyor amma altımda kıvrandığı içiin ikimizi de iyice tahrik ediyordu.
Derken kilot üstünden iyice sürtmeye başladım, oda karşılık verdi.
Ve dudaklarına yamuldum.
Acemice deli gibi öpüştük.
Çok Hoşumuza gitti.
Been atletini yana sıyırıp melerini emmeye öpmeye .
başladım.
“acıyor, yavaş ol abi” dedi.
Daha yeni çıkıyorlardı.
Sonra aşağıya eğildim ve amından öpmeye dilimle yalamaya başladım.
Çok hoşlandı.
Yılan gibi kıvrılıyordu.
O da beenii yalamaya başladı amma çook acemiydi ve sanırım biiraz korkuyordu.
Çok fazla biir şey yapmadan sürtüne sürtüne boş aldıık.
Hemen toparlandık ve konuşmadan üstümüzü giyinip salona geçtiik.
Hem çook zevk almıştık, hem korkmuş ve pişman omuştuk.
Salonda televizyona bakıyorduk.
Been içimden “keşke biir daha yapsak, daha annemler gelmez” derken, o banaa dönmeden “biir daha yapmıycam” dedi.
O da suçluluk duyuyordu.
Ona sen bilirsin dedim.
Biirbiirimizi tatmin ediyor ve zarar vermiyorsak, kimsenin haberi olmadığı sürece yapabiliriz dedim.
Ses vermedi.
.
O da hem istiyor hem pişmanlık duyuyordu.
Pişmanlığı aynı gün geçti.
Biiraz zaman geçince yanıma gelip şortunu sıyırdı ve hadi yala dedi.
Yalamaya başladım tekrar.
Salonda bu kez daha iyi sevişmeye başladık.
Herr yerimizi yaladık.
Biirbiirimize abi ve kardeşim diye hitap ediyorduk.
O bazeen “annem bizi görse ne kaddar kızar di .
mi” diyordu.
Galiba biiraz da annemden intikam alııyordu.
Böylece başladık ve 6 yıl boyunca sikişmeden her türlü cinsel zevki tattık.
Hatta annemler salonda tv izlerken odada koridoru gözleyip ağzına verdiğim bile oldu.
Misafirlikte evsahibinin çocuğunu oyalıycaz diye odaya gidip, çoıcuğu saklambaç oynamaya ikna edip, kapının arkasına destek olup kardeşimin amını yaladım.
Çok heyecanlı ve zevkli seks anılarımız oldu.
Sonra been okulu kazandım ve başka şehre gittim.
Ara verdik.
Sonra biirden biire aramız soğudu.
Tekrar cesaret edip de konuşamadım.
Sadece cinsel işaret olarak algıladığım şeylerle avundum amma asla o günlerden söz edip tekrar biirlikte olma teklifinde bulunamadım.
?imdi ikimizde evliyiz ve başka şehirlerdeyiz.
Onun da beenim gibi ensest hatıraları gözünün önüne getirip heyecanlanıp heyecanlanmadığını merak ediyorum.
Been köpekler gibi pişman olsam da, daha sonra nefsime yenik düşüp hepp ensest kardeşimi istedim.
Hiç onunla olduğu kaddar zevk almadım seksten.
Acaba o ne düşünüyor? ?imdi, evli halimizle, bu kaddar sanal imkan da varken, kim bilir ne deli sevişmeler yaşar, ne zevkli seksler yapardık.
Been hala kardeşimle ensesti düşlüyorum

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High School Futa Ch. 12

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Note: All of the characters are above the age of 18.

Second Note: WE ARE AT THE PROM ARC. Part 1 of the last 3 chapters.

With a deep breath, Emma hit “upload”.

And there it was. Her first video, ten minutes of sex with Karly, uploaded onto a “be your own boss” style porn page.

“Is it done?” Lindsey asked, walking into Emma’s living room wearing nothing but panties and a shirt that was way too big for her. Emma sat on the couch, hunched over, and with shaking hands as she nodded. She wasn’t scared or nervous. Maybe “excitedly anxious” was the best way to put it.

Simply put, one question kept emerging in her mind. “What if no one cared?”

Sure, she was a minor celebrity, but that didn’t mean people wanted to see *more* of her. So, as Lindsey snuggled up to her, Emma found herself worrying.

“It’ll be fine.” Lindsey wrapped her arms around Emma’s neck, pulling her into a hug. The softness from Lindsey’s boobs definitely managed to distract the futa for a few seconds. “I saw it again a little while ago. It’s hot. It’s, um, really hot.”

Emma chuckled and let herself fall onto Lindsey’s lap.

“You’re required to say that though. You’re my girlfriend.”

Lindsey giggled, running her hands through Emma’s hair.

“Sure, but I’d say that even if I wasn’t.”

“Whatever you say, Lee.” Emma pulled the shy girl down to bring their lips to a kiss. Lindsey blushed a little as they split up. Emma felt like she could see that happen hundreds of times over and never get tired of it.

“Have you picked out a dress?” Lindsey suddenly asked.

“What?”

Lindsey blinked.

“Uh… Prom.”

“What?” Emma sat up, furrowing her brows.

“Emma,” Lindsey said, her voice turning serious. “Prom is three weeks from now.”

The futa’s jaw was on the floor for a solid five seconds.

“WHAT?”

“I thought you knew!”

“B-But what day, I mean…”

“Today is March 14th. Prom is, I think, on April 11th or something. Around that time.”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Emma stood up, pacing from side to side. Through a few conversations she’d had with her mom, she knew that renting a dress or a gown was absolutely torturous if you did it last-minute. Just last year, whenever she and her mother drove past the various shops selling these items they could see lines stretching past the front doors.

“Wait,” Emma said. “You haven’t rented anything either, right?’

“Nope.” Lindsey shook her head. Emma found herself asking why she wasn’t freaking out. “I’m going today. I was about to ask you if you wanted to come with.”

“Fuck, fuck! I’m so stupid!”

Lindsey giggled and waved her hand.

“No problem, no problem. We can just rent for both of us.”

“Shit, I should text Gab. See what she’s going to do.”

“Go ahead.”

Emma pulled her phone out and quickly texted her friend. “Hm,” she thought. “Maybe she’s still sleeping or something.” Lately, the tanned cheerleader had been spending her nights at Karly’s. A part of her was slightly offended to be thrown away like a used tissue, but at the same time, she understood.

Karly was an AMAZING fuck. Something that Emma herself took advantage of whenever possible nowadays. Hell, Emma could admit that she masturbated to her and Karly’s video a couple of times.

So, yeah. She couldn’t judge her best friend here.

Me: hey

Me: r u ready for prom?

Me: Lee just reminded me

Gab <3: NO

Gab <3: I totally forgot!

Me: SMAE

Me: SAME*

Me: so okay

Me: I’m going with Lee to go rent a dress or something

Me: wanna come with?

Gab <3: Hell yeah, can I ask Kar to come?

Me: Ofc

Gab <3: K

Gab <3: She said "sure"

Me: awesome

“So,” Emma asked Lindsey, “when are we going?”

“I was thinking we could shower and go now.”

“Aight.”

Me: We’re going in a few minutes.

Just like that, the four of them ended up at a rich girl’s clothing shop. Why? Because Lindsey offered to pay for all of them (god, Emma loved this woman).

Lindsey was dressed in a short skirt and one of Emma’s swim team hoodies. Gabriella wore skinny jeans and a shirt that hung a bit too low while Karly wore black bracelets, a black and purple t-shirt, and converse sneakers. Finally, Emma wore a tight tube-top that let her toned arms be visible to the world along with basic jeans.

However, as they stepped into a condensed space where the AC made the hairs on Emma’s arms stand and the articles around her made her wallet whimper, there was a question in Emma’s mind.

She knew she’d have to address this at some point, but she had put off thinking about this for as long as she could.

Who was she going to take to prom?

Just a month or two ago, the answer had felt obvious. Now though, that “obvious answer” was synonymous with “guy Emma wanted to kick the shit out of”. So, who would be the one to share her arm?

She shook her head. Whatever. She could wonder about this later.

“Holy shit! This dress istanbul escort is so fine!” Gabriella grabbed something long and red on the wall. Lindsey walked up with her.

“I know right! Look at this one!” Lindsey joined in her praise.

“Excuse me.” An employee walked up to them. “I could show you around if you’d like.”

“Thanks!” Both of them nodded eagerly and followed the employee.

Emma and Karly watched them scamper off as they sat down on a cushioned bench.

“Gotta love your lady, huh?”

“I guess that goes for both of us now,” Emma replied. “I didn’t think anyone could tie you up like Gab has.”

“Well, she’s hot as fuck and she’s also pretty funny. I couldn’t ask for more in a first girlfriend.”

“First?” Emma quickly asked.

Karly nodded.

“You may have noticed I’m not exactly a walks on the beach kind of girl.”

“Gab said the same thing,” Emma noted.

“Yeah, well, this is my first time doing something ‘seriously’, you know? Well, maybe.”

“What do you mean?”

“… Are you the jealous type?”

Emma laughed.

“That would be pretty hypocritical. Considering I have two girlfriends.”

“I guess.” Karly laughed a little. “Well, I say maybe because uh, Lindsey and I used to do stuff together that kind of felt “girlfriend-like”. Sleepovers, go out to dinner, eat her out in parking lots. Well, a lot less dating, but a lot more fucking.” Karly smirked.

“You don’t hold back, do you?” Emma chuckled as she said it. Karly looked relieved by her reaction. “Well, what would you like to view it as? Would you want to call Lindsey your first girlfriend?”

Karly took a moment and nodded.

“Yeah.” The pair’s eyes naturally landed on Gabriella and Lindsey, who were for all intents and purposes geeking out over the stylish clothing the shop had to offer. “She’s kind of amazing. But, at the same time, I wouldn’t mind calling Gab my first. She’s pretty cool too.”

“Where the hell did we find unicorns like these two?”

“I dunno, but I sure am grateful.”

They stayed in comfortable silence. Emma felt like she’d bonded just a little more with Karly then, and she was glad. Out of everyone in this small group, she and Karly had the most distant relationship. Talking to her like this though, it was nice.

They waited for a few minutes until Gabriella and Lindsey gassed themselves out. Emma was on her phone, not knowing that in the distance, Gab and Lindsey had started talking about something else.

“So…” Gab started. “She went through with the porn thing?”

“Mhm.” Lindsey nodded. The employee was off helping someone else. “The thing with her and Karly, she uploaded it this morning.”

“And how’s that gotcha?” Gab asked.

“I’m… I’m okay with it.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Gab placed a hand on Lindsey’s shoulder. “I mean, how are you feeling?”

“Well… Honestly? A little annoyed.”

“Ah, shit. I knew it. She shouldn’t have assumed you’d be fine with-“

“No.” Lindsey interrupted her. “I don’t mean it like that. I mean… To everyone who sees that, well, they’re going to assume that Emma’s girlfriend or I guess, girlfriends, are you and Karly.”

“What?”

“Remember how this whole thing started? Emma already had a video online before the one she “published” today. The one with you.” Lindsey started pacing around the store, dragging her hands softly over random stuff. She spaced out as she kept talking. “So, now, there’s evidence of her and you, and her and Karly. But… Nothing with me.”

“I’m not really understanding what you’re saying here,” Gabriella replied.

“I don’t know either, honestly. That’s why I haven’t brought it up.” Lindsey toyed with the hoodie’s strings. She had told Emma she wanted to wear the hoodie because she didn’t have much else at the futa’s house, but the truth was she loved being surrounded by Emma’s scent. She craved as much of the woman as possible and wanted to be involved in everything she could.

“So…” Lindsey continued. “I dunno. I guess, as stupid as this sounds, I want people to know that I’m there too. I don’t want to be… In the background.”

Gabriella raised her brows.

“Well, I think there’s an obvious solution.” Gabriella leaned in to be absolutely certain the others wouldn’t hear. “Make a video with her.”

“No!” Lindsey said a little too loudly. A few heads turned in their direction, including that of Karly. “I… I don’t want to have sex on camera. I, I want our time to be special.”

“Oh…” They remained in silence for a moment before Gabriella continued. “Well, it doesn’t have to be sex.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying. There are a lot of ways to show the world you’re together without showing her cock going in you.”

“Gabriella!” Lindsey looked around. “Quiet!”

“What?” Gabriella smirked. “I’m just saying. There are options.”

Lindsey scratched the back of her neck.

“Okay… Like what?”

“Kissing.” Gabriella shrugged. “You could make a short little video of that. It would do wonders for Escort Anadolu Yakası Emma and it would let the world know you exist.”

“I don’t know, I mean…”

“Come on, look at her.” Gabriella leaned in. She placed a hand on Lindsey’s shoulder and glanced stealthily at the yawning futa a few meters away. “All it would take is a few seconds, you and her, alone. Hell, you could do it here.”

“What?” Lindsey was too stunned to react like she did earlier.

“Don’t act so innocent,” Gabriella smirked. “Emma has told me all about the stuff you two have done together. Wouldn’t be the first time you fucked in a public place.”

Lindsey blushed so hard she was afraid she’d pass out.

“You know, I think you should get a suit,” Karly told Emma.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Not to say you’d look bad in a dress or anything, but I think you’d kill it in a suit.”

“Hm… I’ll think about it.”

“Hey.” Emma looked up when she heard Lindsey call to her. The futa put her phone in her pockets and smiled.

“Found something nice?”

“Yeah.” Lindsey put her hands behind her back and looked away. “Wanna… help me try it out?’

“Sure.” Karly snorted next to them. Emma ignored her.

“Thanks.” Lindsey made a beeline for one of the rooms to the back. Emma followed.

The walk there was short, but Emma could sense a strange tension in the air. Still, though, she trailed behind Lindsey quietly until the shier girl closed the room’s door behind them.

“So, where’s the-“

Before she could finish asking, Lindsey’s lips were on hers.

Emma’s gasped into Lindsey’s mouth. The shorter girl grabbed Emma’s arms and pushed her against the door. The temperature changed dramatically. Emma’s heart pounded against her chest as she split apart for a second.

“Lee?”

The smirk on the other girl’s face was uncharacteristically confident.

“Let’s do it in here.”

“D-Do what?” Obviously, Emma knew what Lindsey was talking about but she still felt compelled to ask. Lindsey ignored her and put some space between them. She looked around, stopping when her eyes fell on the small wooden bench facing the mirror to their right.

She pulled her phone out, tapped something Emma couldn’t see, and placed it down with the stand attached to the back, so it was aimed at them. Emma just barely noticed the camera playing before Lindsey launched herself at her again.

Once more, they were locked in a kiss. Emma had too many questions but Lindsey kept her lips in such a tight hug, using her own, that Emma was not allowed to voice them. It didn’t take long for instinct to take over. Her hands roamed behind Lindsey’s back and pulled her even closer. With their bodies pressed together, Emma let her hands drift down to get a greedy squeeze of Lindsey’s plump thighs.

Lindsey pulled back for a moment, looking up at her with raw lust in her eyes. The sight made Emma gulp. The futa licked her lips and nodded slightly, which Lindsey took to mean she was ready for round 2. This time, when their lips met again, Emma didn’t hold back.

Quickly, she pushed her tongue out, seeking entrance into Lindsey’s mouth. Her tongue was accepted and soon it was battling Lindsey’s own in a fight for dominance that she won easily. To celebrate, she took Lindsey’s tongue between her teeth and pulled, sucking it into her own mouth and staring Lindsey down as she did it.

Her cock started to stir. As soon as Lindsey noticed, the girl placed her hand over Emma’s bulge and grinned.

“Okay, that’s enough for them.” Lindsey backed away and Emma had to resist the urge to pull her back. Instead, she watched as Lindsey walked back to the camera and winked before turning the recording off.

“What was that?”

“So…” Lindsey started as she put the phone into the hoodie’s pockets. “I… I want us to be public, you know?” She said. “I want people to know that we’re a thing. I mean, they know already, but you know what I mean. I want them to *know*. But… I didn’t want them to see us actually having sex.”

“So you recorded us making out?”

“Yeah… Is that okay? I didn’t ask you or anything, sorry about that.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Emma waved her concern off. “But, what will you do with that?”

“I… Maybe you could upload it onto your thing?” Lindsey shrugged. “Or PornHub. I think either would be fine.”

“I think you’re right.” Emma took a few steps closer. “But…” Quickly, she pushed Lindsey onto the bench, so that her face was leveled with Emma’s cock that was threatening to burst out of her jeans. “Right now, I have something bigger to worry about.”

Lindsey’s eyes darkened as she smiled.

“I think I can help.”

Emma was surprised with how she was taking charge, but she liked it. It was a nice change of pace.

Lindsey unzipped Emma’s jeans and helped her tug them down along with her thong. When Emma’s cock sprang out of its restraints, Lindsey’s breath hitched and Emma gave a satisfied grin.

“Lick it for me,” Emma whispered. She lifted her leg and Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort put her foot down next to Lindsey on the bench. “Those lips are always so good.”

“You really want me right now?” Lindsey asked. Emma reached down and stroked the girl’s hair.

“Please?”

“Well, if you’re asking so nicely.”

Taking her sweet time in a way that was actually unconstitutional (cruel and unusual punishment and all that), Lindsey stuck her tongue out and slid it across Emma’s shaft. Instantly, the futa’s back arched as Lindsey repeated the motion upwards. Back and forth, Lindsey licked Emma’s dick like a lollipop.

With her breathing steadily speeding up, Lindsey started toying with Emma’s other parts, sticking two fingers into Emma’s pussy. The combined sensations were already enough to make Emma climax, but she held back. Although considering they were in a changing room, they definitely needed to speed things up here, Emma wanted to move along slowly She wanted to enjoy this as much as possible.

Then, Lindsey wrapped her lips around the head of Emma’s penis.

“Shit!” Emma had to keep herself from moaning. Instead, she let out her tension in a short chuckle as her hands raked through Lindsey’s hair appreciatively. “Okay, yeah… Just like that.”

Lindsey took Emma’s dick further into her mouth and Emma groaned softly. Inch by inch, Lindsey ended up taking seven of Emma’s eight inches. The entire time, Emma’s mouth hung open as she held a grip on Lindsey’s head.

“Fuck, fuck!”

When Lindsey pulled back, a string of saliva kept her lips and Emma’s cock connected. A string that Emma took into her own mouth when she raised Lindsey up to kiss her again.

“Okay.” Emma smiled. “Your turn to get teased. Let’s see how you like it.”

“Give it your best shot, then.”

Emma giggled and knelt as Lindsey sat down again. Raising Lindsey’s skirt up, she gave a small bite on Emma’s thighs before licking them in a way that clearly signaled a collision course with Lindsey’s most sensitive area. Lindsey kept her hands on the bench, leaning back and closing her eyes to appreciate the sensations further.

Emma wasn’t about to land at her pussy though. As soon as she got close, she lifted her lips off of Lindsey’s body and brought them up to her stomach, kissing the spot just below her bellybutton.

“Emma!” Lindsey whined as Emma smirked.

“You can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

Lindsey’s response was to place her legs behind Emma’s head and pull her in.

“Just eat me out, please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Emma winked at her and pulled Lindsey’s panties off.

And there it was, right in front of her. Under the fluorescent lights, Lindsey’s wet pussy glowed in a way that called to Emma. She saw some wetness seeping out of from Lindsey’s lower lips and Emma basically drooled for it. Gulping down built-up saliva, she leaned in, inhaling a good amount of Lindsey’s sweet scent.

When her tongue touched Lindsey’s pussy, the woman trembled and Emma felt it from her grip on her thighs. God, this was great. Making Lindsey feel this way was something Emma knew would never get old. She lapped up as much of the juices that flowed out of Lindsey as she could, casting her eyes up to watch every reaction the girl gave.

Nibbling on her lips, sucking them into her mouth, tracing circles around Lindsey’s clit. They stayed like this for a few minutes, with Lindsey getting closer and closer to cumming until…

Until Emma pulled away.

“Emma!” Lindsey’s hands reached out to pull the futa back, but Emma grabbed her by the wrists and pinned them to the wall.

“Nope, not yet.”

“I’m so fucking close!”

“Not. Yet.” Emma lifted Lindsey off the bench and carried her up until her legs were wrapped around Emma’s waist and Emma’s cock was resting on Lindsey’s pussy. On, not in.

“Fuck me, fuck me, please…”

“Okay, okay. Here.” Slowly, Emma made some distance and placed the head of her cock on Lindsey’s entrance. The other girl whimpered. Emma loved how needy she was. But, relief was necessary, clearly, so she obliged.

With a slow, sluggish thrust, Emma pushed into Lindsey.

The sigh of relief that came from Lindsey was long and low. Emma smiled and kissed the girl’s neck as she thrust again. Although her head was filled with a cloud of lust, she was aware that there were people outside in the shop, so she tried to reduce the sound of Lindsey’s butt clashing with the wall.

She could only restrain herself so much though.

Slowly, she started to pick up speed.

“Ah, ah, ah~” Lindsey hugged Emma tightly, moaning with a closed mouth when Emma nibbled on her neck again. In a few seconds, Emma was fucking her in earnest.

Lindsey placed her hands on Emma’s flexing arms. Emma pumped faster and faster until now, they were fucking like they were back at Emma’s house. Emma put her head on Lindsey’s collarbone so she could focus as much as she could on delivering all of her strength into every hump that she gave the smaller girl.

“Holy shit, holy shit…” Hearing Lindsey curse like that spurred Emma on.

She was committed. She wanted them both to climax like this. With dozens of people just outside, knowing the danger of it all and with the lights creating a sexy haze around their skin, she wanted this moment to be perfect.

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Labor Day Party Ch. 03

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This story is the culmination of a long erotic dream I had one morning. I fleshed it out and added more details to make it longer. None of the people are real, but are loosely based on people in my life. If cuckolding isn’t your thing…well, you can always click away. Or keep reading. You may find something you like…

Donna stands in the doorway, softly applauding us. Her dark hair hangs off her shoulders and almost points out to her hard nipples poking through her top. Her juicy thighs are framed by her little boyshorts panties. “Holy fuck I haven’t seen anything that hot since college. Maria, remember those two guys we picked up at McGrady’s on St Patty’s Day weekend?” Donna smiles widely at the site of the two of us kneeling naked on the floor, sharing someone’s cum.

“How could I forget that weekend,” Maria says, her eyes open wide as she remembers the events from some weekend she never told me about. “God damn I couldn’t walk for a day after that. Then again…” Maria reaches out and grasps Derek’s fat cock, “…they weren’t this big. Oh, and this time? I go first!” Maria stands up and walks over to the bed, pushing Marcus onto his back. I watch his erection stand up proudly. Maria slings her leg over Marcus’ body and squats down over his midsection. I watch her grasp his cock between her hands, rubbing it against her freshly waxed pussy.

“Master Marcus, may I guide you into my wife?” I ask from my position kneeling on the floor. He says ‘Sure,’ and I move over to the bed. I wrap my hand around his hard cock, feeling its girth. I start working it in a slow circle against my wife’s lips and clit. She moans slightly as it rubs against her post-orgasm clit, then she spreads her lips until the head pops inside her vagina. I watch her slowly slide down on it, taking it deep. Donna smiles and lies down on the bed next to them.

“What about Sal?” I ask Donna, wondering how he didn’t wake up from all the talk coming from our room for the last hour.

“He’s out cold. Why, do you want to suck his cock too?” Donna asks, giggling. My face blanches as a look of panic appears. “Don’t worry, your little cocksucking secret is safe with me…for now.” Donna winks at me, then I watch her rub her breasts through her shirt as she watches my wife slowly start to ride Marcus. I look up at Maria and see a look of sheer ecstasy on her face from the giant penis stretching her pussy. Maria takes him a little deeper each time, getting used to him. She moans with each plunge down on his cock until he is fully impaling her.

“God you have a tight pussy,” Marcus says to Maria. “I’m gonna enjoy fucking you.” Marcus says as he grabs her hips, thrusting up into her. Maria squeals as he pumps her from below and starts riding him a little faster. Derek, meanwhile, has walked around to the other side of the bed to where Donna is laying. She looks over to his big cock, then up at the handsome black stud standing next to her. I watch her reach out and start stroking him, while Derek leans down and pulls the front of Donna’s top open, exposing her breasts. I watch as he leans down and sucks Donna’s hard nipples. It is both tough to watch and extremely hot seeing both my wife riding a black stud and my best friend’s wife getting her tits sucked as she slowly jerks another guy – the same guy who 5 minutes ago was blowing his load in my eager mouth.

Marcus slides his hand around onto Anadolu Yakası Fetiş Escort my wife’s ass, his finger playing with her asshole. “Put a finger in me,” Maria says, and I watch as he slips a finger in her ass. Her back arches as she moans, then leans forward and presses her breasts into Marcus’ face. Donna is lifting her ass off the bed as Derek pulls her panties off. She looks down at me and smiles as she spreads her legs. I see that she also has a hairless pussy, and a very pretty one at that too.

“So is he a good pussy eater?” Donna asks of Maria. She looks back at me, and smiles.

“He’s really good,” my wife says as she turns around and starts riding Marcus in reverse cowgirl.

“Mind if he gets me wet?” Donna asks. “I want to be nice and juicy if we are going to be fucking all night.”

“Sure. He deserves a reward for being suck a good cocksucker.” I can’t believe my wife just gave me permission to eat her friend’s pussy. I slide up the bed, and I see Derek looking down at me.

“Is it alright with Master Derek if I eat her pussy? I can get her ready for you,” I ask of the bull standing with his hand on Donna’s head.

“Go ahead,” he says. “Your cuck is learning quick,” Derek says to Maria, who is lost in cock riding.

I slide between Donna’s thick thighs and start kissing and licking my way up from her knees. I had fantasized for years about burrowing my face between this very pair of thighs, and here I am. I feel Donna’s hand guide me upwards to her wetness. I lick the lips and taste her sweetness, then slowly slide my tongue inside her. I hear Donna moan, and then I feel her legs on top of my shoulders. My head is locked between her legs as I start to lick her clit. My tongue slides across her clit from side to side. I feel Donna’s hips thrusting up to meet me. I look up at her and see her lips stretching around Derek’s cock, watching him push deep in her mouth. Her hard nipples are standing up at attention as she slides her hand between his legs, pulling him closer.

I slide a wet finger into Donna’s pussy as I lick and suck on her clit. I feel inside her for her G-spot and rub a circular motion around it. Donna starts bucking her hips harder into my face, her hand on my head. I hear her moan loudly, and then she says, “Put two fingers in me!” I quickly slide my middle finger in her as well, while my pinky slides against her asshole. I slide down and start licking her tight sphincter, tasting the juices that have run down from her pussy. I press my pinky against her asshole, and she relaxes against my finger working its way inside her. Once it is inside, I continue to rub her G-spot and resume sucking her clitoris. It doesn’t take long for Donna’s legs to spread wide as I feel her vagina and ass tightly squeeze my fingers. Her moans echo loudly, surpassing my wife’s moaning.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of the way. I slip off the bottom of the bed, but then I look up and realize that Derek was the one who pulled me off her. I watch as he rubs his fat helmet against her juicy post-orgasm pussy and pushes in to her deep. He grabs her by the calves and starts to pump her with long deep strokes. Marcus takes that as a cue and picks Maria up by the waist and flips her over onto her back. He assumes the same position and starts to pummel my wife with similar deep strokes. From Anadolu Yakası Gecelik Escort my position on the floor I have a perfect view of my wife and her best friend getting piledrive-fucked by two studs with immense black cocks. For a moment I wonder how Sal would feel seeing his wife getting pounded right next to mine.

Maria looks down at me and says, “Holy fuck…he’s…so deep,” between thrusts. I instinctively reach down for my cock, and she just says, “Not…yet,” moaning between words as Marcus hits her deeper than I ever have. “Don’t…you….cum….yet.” Donna has her hands on Derek’s ass as Maria wraps her arms around Marcus’ broad back. I watch Derek spread Donna’s legs wide, which makes Donna make an entirely new set of noises. Marcus decides to press my wife’s long legs together, putting more pressure inside her as he fucks her.

“You ready for it?” Marcus asks Maria. I realize that he is close to blowing his load inside her.

“Give it to me! Fill me!” my wife yells, her mouth hanging open in ecstasy.

“Where do you want it?” Marcus asks, then leans down and kisses Maria deeply.

After they break the kiss, my wife shouts, “Fill my pussy with your hot cum! Shoot deep in my womb!” She is almost shrieking from the black cock stretching her pussy. “I want to feel you cum deep in me…,” Maria looks down at me, then continues, “…cum deeper than my husband ever has.”

Marcus lets go of her legs, and she quickly wraps them around his hips. I watch him start fucking her fast and hard. Her fingers drag down his back as he throws his head back and moans loudly. I watch his ass spasm as he cums inside my wife’s pussy. He starts grunting as he pulls back far, then slams back into her. The sounds of his balls slapping against her ass echo through the room.

“Damn girl, that was impressive,” Donna says between moans and deep breaths. She looks up at Derek and says, “You better fill my pussy up just like that. I want to feel your fat cock blow deep inside me.” Donna’s hands squeeze Derek’s ass cheeks. I watch him push her legs up against her chest and start giving Donna similar long hard fast pumps. It doesn’t take long for Derek to start moaning and cumming in my best friend’s wife.

“Hey cuckie, you have some work to do,” Marcus says as he slides his cum-covered cock out of my wife’s freshly fucked pussy. I watch some cum dribble down her ass as her legs hang open. “Well? You’re on cleanup duty. Get to sucking.” Marcus grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock against my lips. I open my mouth and feel his semi-erect cock slide into my mouth. I start to lick the combined juices off his tool, savoring the taste of his cum mixed with my wife’s nectar.

I glance over at my wife, and she is just smiling at me. She raises a finger and points at me, then points to her vagina and licks her lips. “When you’re done there, I have some work for you too. Take your time though – I’m enjoying this display of sissy cocksucking.”

Marcus stands and lets me lick his cock clean. I lick and suck him until I can’t taste the saltiness of his cum anymore, then drop down between my wife’s thighs and slurp up the long trail of cum that dripped out of her pussy. “That’s it baby, drink it all down.” Maria moans as I work my tongue around her pussy lips. “Dig your fingers in me and scoop it out. Get it all. Get your Anadolu Yakası Genç Escort tasty reward.” Maria starts grinding her crotch against my face as I slip my fingers inside her. Inserting my fingers causes even more cum to spill out, which I lap up. “Mmmm, my cum-eating cuckold. When you’re done there, Donna and Derek need cleaning too.” I glance up at the couple next to us who are kissing deeply.

Donna breaks the kiss and looks down at me. “I can’t wait to give you some more cum in exchange for some more of that wonderful tongue on my clit.” Derek looks down at me and laughs, knowing that I have been reduced to a cum-eating, cocksucking cuckold who has let both his wife and his best friend’s wife become black cock whores. My cock strains at the thought, and I start to rub against the bed as I finish cleaning out my wife.

“I think he should be allowed to cum after he finishes his clean up duties, don’t you?” Donna asks Maria. I release my mouth from my wife’s delicious pussy and move over to suck Derek’s cock clean. As I clean Derek off, Maria tells Donna about some of the topics on the internet sites that I have been looking at – cuckolding, hot wives, cumeating, snowballing, pegging – and Donna listens intently, looking over at me and giggling at certain topics. “Who knew he was such a dirty little bitch?” Donna laughs, then pulls my head down between her thighs. “You like eating cum out of a pussy?” she asks me. “Yes…Mistress Donna. I enjoy licking pussy clean.” Donna’s eyes light up when I call her ‘mistress’. “Mistress?” she asks, looking at Maria as my tongue slides into her not-as-tight pussy.

“I had him call Derek and Marcus ‘Master’, so I guess he just extended the courtesy to you too.” Maria says. I watch Maria extend her hand and grasp Donna’s hand, squeezing it. “God it’s been so long since we did stuff like this,” Maria says, looking lovingly at her best friend. I watch Donna lean in closer and pull Maria in to her. My finger slides into Donna’s cum-filled cunny, causing a big load to gush out onto my tongue. Donna reaches a hand out and pulls Maria’s face to hers, and I watch the two women kiss deeply.

“We need to figure out a way to keep doing this,” Maria says, her hand cupping Donna’s breast. “We just have one wild card in the deck…” Donna adds, and both women say ‘Sal’ at the same time. Donna looks down at me between her thighs.

“Do you know if Sal has this fantasy too?” she asks me.

“No idea” I say as I finish licking her clean. “I never brought it up around him. It’s not something that you bring up in regular conversation…” I pretend to have a conversation between myself and Sal:

“Hey Sal, ever fantasize about seeing your wife get fucked by black guys with really big cocks?”

“Why yes, I often have that fantasy. Why do you ask?” The girls giggle at the scenario, but I can tell that the wheels are turning in both their heads.

“We need you to find out for us – tomorrow. We’re all gonna go to the beach, so you find out then.” Donna’s eyes light up at the thought of her husband agreeing to be cuckolded too. “We need you to convince him how hot it is. Make him understand how fun it is.” Donna lays out a quick plan with Maria, Derek, Marcus, and myself. We all agree on our parts in this conspiracy. “This will be soooo hot if you bring him over to the dark side for us” Donna says, looking down at Derek’s cock as she puts the emphasis on ‘dark’.

“Now, about that reward for being such a good cum-slurping cuckie…” Maria looks at Donna and asks “Do you still have that dildo you were telling me about?” Donna smiles and nods. “Go get it, and grab some lube. My poor hubby needs to release the load in his blue, blue balls.”

To be continued…

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Author’s note: This is my first attempt at femdom. The roles of power and submission are familiar to me, however, just reversed from my usual mindset. I hope this story works for fans of this genre. It’s raunchy so get ready for a depiction of rough female-in-power sex.

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I swung the front door of my apartment open and looked at him. He was standing in the hallway, dark haired and shirtless, wearing only a pair of old blue jeans and no shoes. I couldn’t see his eyes because wrapped tightly around his head was a red and black checkered rag, tied in the back. I reached out to his hands tied together in front of him, and pulled towards me.

“Step in,” I said in what I hoped was a commanding tone.

His mouth twitched, maybe in surprise as he heard my voice. A woman’s voice. He stumbled forward into the room, and I kicked the door shut behind him.

“This will go easier for you if you behave.”

No reaction.

He couldn’t see me, but I instinctively pointed my head to the hallway sounds of the retreating men. “I don’t know what you did, but they will be back for you. Now don’t move.”

I reached to his head and pulled the dirty bandana off his face. Beautiful eyes. Frightened eyes. He stared back at me. “I’m not going to turn in my friends,” he said bitterly. His eyes blazed with fire.

It was my turn to get hot. “Eyes to the floor, boy! Don’t you look at me.” I pointed my finger to his face, then to his feet.

He paused a moment, then realized that he had no option, that this experience would go worse for him if he didn’t obey. He looked briefly left and right to get his bearings, then cast his eyes down to the floor at his feet. He waited, and I was in no hurry.

I put my hand to my chin and looked him over from head to toe, taking my time. A fine young man. Gorgeous, even. A mop of tangled black hair, dark eyebrows, deep set eyes, chiseled cheeks, rippled muscles in his neck and bare chest, his strong arms held out in front of him where the cord tied his hands together. Hands that would be dangerous if freed.

I looked down to the curve of his jeans, and smiled, thinking of what was about to happen to this fine man. He was entirely under my control. A punishment would be in order. But I didn’t want to hurt him, really. Just break his strong will, and rebuild him so he would want me. So he would need me.

“Follow me, boy,” I said as I grabbed his hands and pulled him into the walk-in closet. There among the hanging shirts and dresses was a small white table. I bent him forward over it and fastened his handcuffs to the wall radiator. Now he was pinned with his face down on the table, arms stretched overhead, and his feet touching the floor by mine. There was nothing he could do to get away.

I ran my hands slowly from his mop of black hair down his smooth back, to his jeans, then over his ass. I squeezed a few times. This ass was mine now. I felt around to the front of his jeans and found his belt buckle. I undid it by feel, and slipped out the belt, a useful item which I set aside. I reached in again to feel his cock through his jeans. Something there, something sizeable, but still soft. That’s work for later, I thought.

I kicked his feet apart so he had to hold himself up with a wide stance.

“Up on one leg. Lift it back. Good boy.” He struggled to hold his balance with one leg bent up behind him and the other further to his side. I wrapped my hands around his abdomen to feel his tightened core muscles, and let a finger trace gently over the ripples. I liked my boys to work hard for me.

I couldn’t tell his reaction to this since his face was down to the table, but he’d better get the message fast that this was my game here. I pulled his raised foot towards me, with the bare sole facing up, like I was shoeing a horse. I cradled the foot and slapped it lightly with my hand. Then harder, and harder, until he flinched on each blow. I wanted his skin warmed up for what was to come.

“We’ll do ten. No noises at all, or I start over.”

I took his belt and slapped it playfully a few times into my own hand, while I cradled his foot on my leg. Then I slammed it hard on his foot. He must have understood my warning, because he gave no reaction.

“You say, ‘yes ma’am’ after each.”

He paused, not sure what to make of this. “Yes, ma’am,” he said tentatively.

“That’s right. Good boy.”

I finished the ten on each foot. His soles were bright Anadolu Yakası Grup Escort red. I knew he was hurting by the way he stood gingerly, but he still had an attitude. We’ll see how long that lasts, I thought.

“Now we’re going to look at that ass.”

I put his belt on the table beside him and reached around to feel for the buttons on his jeans. I undid just a few, and slid the jeans over the top of his bare ass. It was smooth and muscular. I pulled further and his full ass popped into view. I left the jeans in front draped over his cock for the time being.

Now I could take a good look. I rubbed my hands over both ass cheeks up and down, and all around. I felt around his waist to the front, then back again, my fingers exploring the gap between his skin and where the rim of his jeans still clung to him. I ran lightly over the front, feeling for his cock through his jeans, playing loosely across the fabric to find it.

Then I returned to his ass crack. I spread it wide open. His asshole was small and tight. Clean. I pushed on his butt cheeks hard to open him up wide, and I held him that way. He shifted his pelvis at the discomfort.

“Hold still, boy,” I commanded.

I looked as his ass for a long minute while I held him open. What a beautiful asshole. I looked over to the shelf where I had my big black strap-on. Oh yeah, I thought, and smiled. That was sure as hell going in there, but not right away. I pulled one hand off his ass and down to my pussy, under my shorts. I felt for my clit and gave it some very gentle circles. I was in no hurry and this was going to be special today.

I slid my other hand off his ass and up to his neck, where I grabbed his hair, hard. I yanked back, pulling his head off the table. He was now looking at the wall radiator where his hands were fastened.

“Now listen up. You’ve got some punishment coming, which was your own doing. But I can make it easier. If you are a good boy, I will use lube.”

I waited to let this information sink in. He didn’t betray any reaction.

“Do you want to be a good boy?”

Still a pause. Finally he said, “Yes, ma’am” very quietly.

“Are you nervous?” I asked in a gentler voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” came the quiet answer.

“You should be.” I ran my finger nails up and down his ass, and then patted his ass crack. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass. But I will only do what I have to do, and then it will be over.”

Then I repeated my first question. “Yes, ma’am, I will be a good boy,” he said, more loudly this time. And then earnestly, with a hint of panic, “Please use the lube, ma’am.”

I smiled. I hadn’t even put anything in his asshole yet, and he was starting to break.

I dripped a generous amount of lube on my pinky finger. With my other hand, I spread open his butt cheeks again, where his tiny asshole quivered, waiting for me. I touched down near it and he flinched slightly.

“Hold completely still, or I will take the lube away.” He held still.

I touched my pinky gently near his asshole, tickling it and probing. I know he was dying to twitch but he didn’t move at all. He didn’t want to lose the privilege of the lube. Then I penetrated him with just the tip of my finger, and slowly wormed it in deeper. Jesus, he was tight. I had a brief second thought about using the strap-on without hurting him. But he was a big boy, I decided, I could warm him up and he could take it.

“Deep breath,” I commanded, and pushed my little finger all the way as deep as I could into his ass while he filled his lungs. I felt his muscles tense, even though my pinky is delicate.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You getting harder for me now, boy?”

He didn’t answer. With my other hand, the one not in his ass, I reached around and felt his jeans. Nothing yet. I wormed the ass pinky around, twisting back and forth slowly, while fully inside him.

“You need to get hard to be a good boy.”

I played with his jeans, feeling for his cock, which started to rise on my touch.

“Is this as hard as you can get for me?”

He paused, then said, “No ma’am.” He was honest, at least.

I pulled my finger out of his ass and wiped it on his jeans. The next part was my favorite. I kneeled behind him and put my face up to his ass. With my hands I spread his butt cheeks again, this time pulling his jeans down a little so I could see his smooth balls from Anadolu Yakası Manken Escort behind. I cupped them with one hand, and leaned in to put my tongue in his crack. I probed around slowly for his asshole and pushed into it.

With the other hand I reached around to feel his dick. It was getting harder now. He probably didn’t want it to, but I was going to make it happen. With my tongue up his ass, I pulled the jeans down further and they popped over his cock and slid down to his knees. I reached and felt his dick sticking out at an angle from his body. I wrapped my fingers gently around it, while I probed and licked his asshole with my tongue.

Then I pulled away from him. Good so far. It was time for two fingers, and then the strap-on.

“You doing okay, honey?” I whispered softly up by his ears. He didn’t reply. “This is your punishment. It’s going to hurt. But I can do it gently if you keep being good.”

A soft “yes, ma’am” in reply.

“Do you want me to stick two fingers in your ass?”

He paused again. Not entirely broken yet. Then, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am, please I’d like you to stick two of your lovely fingers in my ass.” This was getting better.

I lubed up and inserted my middle and ring fingers. I took my time. He opened up for me.

“My good boy,” I said, as I grabbed his hair with my other hand and pulled his head back. I pushed my hand further into his ass, and leaned over to blow hot air at the back of his neck. “Relax and it will go more easily. It must be done, but it will be over soon.”

I pushed my fingers all the way in. I heard him make a soft noise, but it might have been a moan of pleasure, so I didn’t rebuke him. I pumped in and out, faster, loosening up his ass, preparing him for my big toy.

“Now,” I said as I pushed my fingers all the way in, leaning my weight on him, “Lift up your feet.”

He didn’t know what I meant at first, trying to lift one foot then the other.

“No, both,” I said as I pushed deeper and leaned on him. He tightened up his ab muscles to lift both feet off the table. This clenched his glutes around my fingers, gluing them into his ass while his feet were up in the air. I wiggled my fingers around deep inside and he almost let his feet drop in response, but struggled to keep them up. I made him hold that for a minute while I played with his cock and wiggled my ass fingers around inside him until I could sense he was at the point of exhaustion.

“Good, honey. Feet down now.”

It was time to check on his cock. I pulled my hand out of his asshole and cuddled up behind him, dropping my shorts so my naked pussy was right on his ass. I pushed his jeans down to his feet and reached around to find his bare cock. I took it in both hands as I snuggled my pussy up to his ass and rubbed on him. His cock was bigger now.

“Such a good boy for me,” I said, pleased, and I started to rub my hands slowly up and down the whole shaft. “But don’t cum for me. Don’t you cum in my hands.”

He got rock hard as I stimulated him and leaned my body against his. I kissed his ear, and glanced over at the my shelf where my toy waited.

It was showtime.

I stepped away to fasten the strap-on around my waist. I looked back and his cock was still hard. A big beautiful cock waiting for my pussy. But first I had to fuck him.

I put a generous amount of lube all over my toy. I didn’t really want to hurt him, as I was sure he was broken for me now. I knew he could take this, if I went slowly, but it was still going to be painful.

“Honey, you want me to fuck you?” I asked sweetly.

“Please, ma’am, fuck me hard,” he replied. I was pleased. He was mine now. Although I didn’t think he realized the full scope of what was coming next.

I cuddled in behind him again and played the black tip against his ass, here and there, getting closer to his asshole. With my hands I guided the strap-on to its target and gently pushed. Damn, the toy was huge and this was going to be tight. I reached for the lube and dropped a big squirt in there, right on his asshole. I spit on it for extra measure.

“Dear, I’ve got to do this, but I will be gentle. You can take it. It will be deep.” I heard a small groan of his anticipation.

I pushed the toy into his asshole very slowly, waiting for him to adjust to it before going deeper. He grunted and shifted his pelvis each time I Anadolu Yakası Masöz Escort pushed. When the entire tip made it in, I knew the diameter would fit, but he had the whole depth of the shaft to go yet.

I leaned in hard and it slid in another inch. He grunted again, more loudly.

“Ma’am,” was all he said in a quiet voice, pleading to me. Pegging is a bitch.

“Quiet!” I said. “You’re a good boy. You can take it.”

I pushed the rest of the way. He held his head down with the pain. There, it was all the way deep into his ass. I let it sit fully inserted, with my weight against him holding it in. I relished this moment, and paused, running my fingers over his ears, where his hair fell across them and down his neck. I played with his hair where it fell to his shoulders, twisting the curls around my fingers. Then I massaged a bead of sweat running down his neck into his skin.

I had to stop myself playing with my boy. I focused back on his ass, and pulled the toy back out, just as slowly as I’d put it in. His ass twitched. I removed it completely, added some more lube, and pushed in again, this time faster.

All the way in, all the way out. I repeated, more quickly each time, until I was fucking him. In and out. He moaned. I grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled his head back while I fucked him in the ass. In and out, fast now. My pelvis slammed against his back side on each stroke.

Then I dropped my hands to his cock, which was rock hard now. I pulled up and down on the cock rhythmically with my fucking. I pushed in slower now, holding in all the way on his back side while I pulled his cock out on his front. He hadn’t cummed yet but I could tell from his body language that I was close to the point where he couldn’t edge any longer.

“You hold it, don’t you cum on me,” I warned and yanked his hair back to emphasize my point.

I eased off the pressure of each stroke until I was only gently poking him in the ass and massaging his cock lightly.

“Good boy,” I rewarded him as I let go of his cock and pulled my strap-on out of his ass. I ran my fingers around the rim of his asshole to make sure there was no damage.

He slumped down on the table. I tossed the strap-on to the floor and leaned in to whisper in his ear again as I played with his locks.

“Only one more thing, dear. You can make it. Flip over for me.”

With his hands still fixed to the radiator on the wall, I pivoted him up and around onto the table so that he lay on his back. His cock stuck straight up in the air, vulnerable, and still rock hard. He looked down at it and didn’t meet my gaze. Broken. My property now, body and soul.

I casually reached out to run my fingernails down his abs, to his cock, where I lightly ran my thumb and forefinger in a circle up and down the shaft. Then I flicked the head with my fingers absent-mindedly. It quivered and I knew he was close to orgasm. I let him sit a minute to calm down while I watched his face and ran my fingernails lightly over my pussy. This man was my perfect fantasy come true.

Then I swung myself up to the table and straddled him, cowgirl, for the final act. I guided his cock to my pussy and slid him all the way in as my weight settled onto him.

I rubbed my clit with his cock deep inside me.

“I’ll come first, honey, then you can,” I said, generously.

It didn’t take me long to get there. I shuddered as I came and felt the pleasant rush of my release, but then immediately on the heels of my orgasm, I felt his huge shudder inside of me. His whole body shook as he came, wave after wave of his cum ejaculating into me. I could feel myself filling up as he pushed into me for ten, twenty seconds of spasms.

Then he slumped back, spent. I would bet money that this was the best fuck he had at any time before, or since.

I slipped off of him, threw my shorts back on, and ran to the kitchen to get the scissors.

When I returned, he looked at me in the eyes, pleadingly.

“Let me go, ma’am?” He said politely, with a faint hope.

I held up the scissors in reply, snipping them in the air, then I cut not only his attachment to the wall radiator but also the binds around his hands. I tossed him his jeans and waited.

He moved slowly and stiffly as he swung off the table and stepped into his jeans. He was a young man but this had been a great ordeal physically and mentally. I threw him one of my old shirts, which he held in front of him briefly, then pulled over his head.

He made his way to the front door. A dom can always tell when her sub will be back for more. He opened the door and hesitated. Then it came. The look back to me that I expected. The look that asks, may I see you again? I nodded in response, and he closed the door softly behind him.

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About a month went by after I met Lauren down in the park, and we had become pretty’ good friends in a short period of’ time. Meeting up together practically every morning down in the park to go jogging, had become somewhat of a hobby for the both of us. I enjoyed her company while running and I was pretty’ confident she enjoyed mine just as much.

In recent weeks, things between Jennifer and I had gotten a lot worst then they had been before. We were fighting even more, if that were at all possible and I was really becoming very annoyed. I had turned to Lauren for a shoulder to lean on and she did not seem to mind much; she didn’t’ seem to like Jennifer very much either though. She’d’ made it quite clear to me on more than one occasion that she really hated her for the way she treated me.

Lauren had told me that she had her fair share of asshole boyfriends who acted just like Jennifer, only of course they were men. So’ she knew what I was going through, and she knew that once you got, attached to someone it was hard to let go of that person even if they’ treated you badly. I was running out of options; I didn’t’ want to end our relationship, but Jennifer was becoming so tiring, this whole situation was just exhausting.

I decided to take Jennifer out on a Friday night with hopes of lightening the mood a little bit; hopefully’ we could get through the night without having any big arguments. It had been a long time since we’d’ gone out anywhere and not fought with each other over stupid bullshit. So far, the night was going just the way I had hoped it was going to; I treated her to dinner and then took her to a movie at the local mall.

After the movie, we drove across the mall parking lot to Wal-Mart, which was a 24/hour location, so it was open pretty’ late. We were walking around the store she was doing a little bit of shopping while I was just glancing at certain things in different spots.

I was pushing the shopping cart while Jennifer walked a couple inch’s in front of me; as we turned the corner at the end of the isle I was surprised when we quite literally bumped right into Lauren, who was quite happy to see me.

“Oh my god, I didn’t expect to see you here,” she said giving me a huge hug. I laughed and hugged her back, naturally noticing the nasty glare I was getting from Jennifer.

“Yeah, we were out for the night and came here; doing a little bit of shopping. Oh uh…Lauren, this is my girlfriend Jennifer.”

I figured it was best to get the introductions out of the way and maybe if I did then Jen would cool down just a bit. Who’ was I kidding; of course, she wouldn’t’ cool down.

Lauren and Jennifer shook hands, but I could sense the tension between the both of them; it was weighing heavily in the air right in front of me. I knew already that neither one of them liked the other and’ I was almost guaranteed to catch some shit about being friends with Lauren once we were away from her. She was sizing my friend up and down trying not to show her discontent, but it wasn’t’ working; I knew it was there and I think Lauren did too.

“Well uh…I think I should get going,” Lauren said.

“Yeah I uh…I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“Same time same place,” she smiled as she walked away. She stopped though and turned around to say something else. “Oh, and when we’re done I’ll give you back that game you lent to me the other day. I beat it already,” and with that she headed off out of sight.

I sighed and started pushing the cart down the next isle and Jennifer was extremely quiet. I was waiting for it, but it never came. Not when I expected it anyway,

We paid for all the stuff we had bought and made our way back out to the car loading it all into the trunk and as soon as we got into the vehicle and I started up the engine, that’s’ when she finally spoke up.

“So who the hell was that and what did you mean you will see her tomorrow?”

I sighed as I pulled out of our parking spot and started driving away from the mall. “She’s a friend,” I said. “Sort of like a jogging partner. I met her down the park a few months ago, and ran into her again recently and we started jogging together.”

“Just jogging; I didn’t realize you could play video games and jog at the same time.”

Now I was getting annoyed; we had, had an otherwise very nice night and now we were fighting again. I did not blame Lauren for it though, by all means I should be’ allowed to be friends with anyone, even if it happened to be another girl. It wasn’t’ like I was sleeping with her behind Jennifer’s back, so there was no reason for her to be acting this way.

“What’s the problem,” I demanded, my anger showing in the tone of my voice.

“The problem is you, jogging and playing video games with another girl!”

“Why can’t I have female friends,” I asked. “You have more guy friends then you have girl friends. You don’t hear me getting all jealous about you hanging out with Jay all the time,” I said referencing one of her closest friends.

Truth was I always suspected something Anadolu Yakası Öğrenci Escort had happened at one point between the two of them, but I had never said anything. I had no proof, and until and unless I could find proof, I wasn’t’ going to put up with an argument over some stupid jock trying to get in my girls pants.

“Please…I saw the way she looked at you,” she spat. I looked over at her, my confusion shining in my eyes and she laughed, shaking her head.

“She’s obviously attracted to you; are you that fucking blind?”

“So what…a crush isn’t anything serious. It’s not like I would do anything,”

“How can I trust that?”

I stopped at a red light and leaned back into my seat becoming increasingly annoyed with the situation.

“If you don’t trust me, how can I trust you?” I asked angrily.

“I would never cheat on you; Lauren is my friend. A good friend who just so happens to be a girl,”

“Hah, yeah I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Now that made very little sense what the’ hell did she mean by that? The red light changed and I leaned on the gas and started driving again.

“What do you mean by that,” I asked curiously.

She looked over at me as though she were shocked that I did not get the reference. When she was certain I didn’t’ understand what she meant, she laughed and again shook her head, looking out her window at the traffic next to us.

“What,” I repeated.

“Lauren doesn’t look very…feminine.”

“How so,”

“You haven’t noticed? Yeah, she sounds like a girl, but there is just something about her I…can’t’ really say for sure. Something about her just seems a little more’ manly then woman like.”

I started laughing and she snorted obviously annoyed that I wasn’t’ taking her seriously; but how could she expect me to take her serious? How could she honestly expect to make such an accusation and not earn a laugh in’ response. Of course’ I did not take her seriously; Lauren just did not look like a man to me, and I didn’t’ see what Jennifer was trying to say. She looked just as feminine to me as any other woman so what was she trying to get at.

“Jenny…don’t you think your being a little crazy here? I mean…I don’t’ know. Lauren seems as much like a girl as you or your friends. You think she’s a dude just because she likes to play video games?”

“No, it’s not that; you want the truth? For one thing, she has a lump in her throat the size of a knuckle. Only men have Adams-apples Tyler; you’re fucking stupid if you don’t see that.”

“That’s all you’re going by?”

“You want more? Okay, fine; how about the fact that as feminine as she’ does sound, her voice is a little tiny bit deeper than most women.”

This was getting stupid now, and I was ready to end this conversation. It wasn’t’ going anywhere and I still wasn’t seeing any valid proof on her end, or any good reason that I should believe that there was even a possibility that Lauren might not be a real woman.

“Whatever,” I said very annoyed with her. “This is just you being your typical jealous self. I’m not going to keep fighting about it with you.”

“Right, okay; whatever you say Tyler. Just don’t come complaining to me, when you find out your new jogging partner has a dick bigger than yours and that she wants to stick it up your bum.”

I sensed a bit of sarcasm in her voice that time, and honestly, I couldn’t’ help but crack a smile even though I knew she was still being bitchy. I dropped her off at her apartment then made my way home, where I watched TV for a little while then called it a night. I wanted to be able to get up early in the morning so I could get myself ready for my jog through the park with Lauren.

I woke the following morning at 5:30am, rolled out of bed and started getting dressed. After fixing myself a quick breakfast and pounding down a glass of Orange Juice, I slipped on my sneakers and was out the door. I ran down the path into the park and met with Lauren by the first overpass right where we always met in the mornings. We did a few simple stretches then started’ running nice and slow at first, picking up speed as we moved.

“So,” Lauren said as we ran. “I wanted to apologize for last night…I shouldn’t have come over to talk with you. I should have known that was her and I should have stayed away. So I’m sorry for any arguments I may have caused.”

“It’s alright,” I said sincerely. “She’ll get over it.”

“Does that mean she did get pissed?”

“Of course,” I laughed. “But I don’t really care; she couldn’t come up with a valid point during that entire argument, and eventually I just shut her out.”

Lauren laughed as I told her most of the things that had been’ said during our argument together. I left out the part about her thinking she was really a man though; I had no reason to believe such a thing, so why upset her over something that I was positive was a load of shit.

About halfway through our run, we came to a stop for a quick break. We sat down on Anadolu Yakası Çıtır Escort a bench like usual and shared a large bottle of water that I had brought along with me that morning. After about half an hour of sitting on the bench and cooling down under’ the shade of the trees’ Lauren stood up and stretched.

“I have to piss,” she said and we both laughed. She turned around and smiled at me and I took in the beauty of her smile for a long moment but then something took me off guard. Maybe it was the way the light hit her face but looking closely I could see the Adams-apple that Jennifer had been talking about. I could also see a few manly features, yet she still looked more feminine than anything’…what the’ hell was I thinking.

“I really have to go,” she said. “Watch out for me please?”

“Sure,” I replied shrugging it off as she walked over behind a bunch of trees and other vegetation. I stood up and walked out into the middle of the path where I stood, looking back and forth down both sides of the path to see if anyone was coming.

I glanced back into the woods to try and’ get some idea as to whether or not Lauren was almost finished; I couldn’t’ see her though. Finally, she stepped out from behind a tree and looked like she was fixing herself up a bit; but something seemed a bit off. I looked closer and my cheeks flushed, I would have turned away right away as she apparently had yet to pull her pants up, but what really caught me off guard was what I saw dangling between her legs.

My eyes could not believe it, but Lauren actually looked like she had a penis swaying back and forth between her legs. I turned quickly and acted as though I had not seen a thing, and a few seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder, startling me. I turned around and there she was smiling at me, seeming to be just a little out of breath.

“Sorry I took a little longer then I thought,” she said. “Ready to go,”

“Uh…y-yeah, sure,”

We started running again and as we did, I tried my best to register what I had seen a few minutes ago. By the time we reached the end of our route and turned around to start running back to where we started, I had come to the’ conclusion that my eyes had not been fooling me. I knew what a penis looked like, I had one myself after all; I just could not believe it though.

Jennifer had been right all along, Lauren really was a transsexual. So’ what if she was right about the rest. What if Lauren really did like me more than just a friend, What if she really did want to’ bend me over and stick that big cock up my ass? I felt sick to the stomach and had to stop running for a moment as I feared that I may’ end up emptying the contents of my stomach.

Lauren stopped running and turned around to look at me with concern in her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I just feel kind of sick,”

She walked over to me and started rubbing my back as I leaned over expecting to vomit at any given second; somehow’ though, the feeling of her hand on my back was soothing and brought a sense of comfort to my mind.

“You alright,”

“Yeah…”

“You must have overheated a little. We’re’ not even near your exit, but we are kind’ of close to my apartment from here. Do you want to get off here and head back to my place with me? You can cool off and I’ll’ get you some water. Plus, I can give you back that game.”

I was a little hesitant at first, but I shrugged it off and agreed and before I knew it, we were heading up to the main road and walking to her apartment. It was only about a fifteen’ minute walk from the exit we had come out of the park through; we were there in no time flat. Once we got upstairs to her place, she fixed me a glass of water as promised and I sat down on the chair and started to drink.

I still could not seem to get the image out of my mind though, it was like’ it had been burned into my memory and I wouldn’t’ be able to erase it no matter how hard I tried.

I started thinking though, and as I did, I realized that this shouldn’t’ make a difference to me anyway. So what if Lauren was a transsexual? She…or he was still the same person I had known yesterday. I didn’t’ know if she wanted to be more then my friend, or if she wanted to fuck me, but I realized I should not really care about any of that anyway.

Should I tell her that I knew though; should I tell her what I had seen. Would she get angry at’ me for peaking, or would she back off in shame and embarrassment? I hoped not, as I saw no real reason for her to feel ashamed and I certainly did not want to upset her over something like that.

I think she kind’ of already knew something was up though, as she sat down next to me and gave me that look that said she knew.

“What’s wrong,” she asked. That confirmed that she was on to me and there was no getting around it, because I knew how she was and I knew she would hound me until I cracked and told her about whatever was bothering me.

“I uh…don’t want you to get mad at me for this; but, I may Anadolu Yakası Elit Escort have kind of seen…something…when you were fixing your pants back in the woods earlier.”

Her face became one of shock and worry as she looked away and her cheeks turned beat red; I waited for her to say something, but when she did not I figured I should speak up before she got the wrong impression.

“I’m not angry,” I said. “I mean…you should be angry, but if your thinking that I’m like grossed out or anything like that I’m not at-“

“I’m sorry,” she cut me off. “I should have told you; it was wrong of me not to.”

“No, no it’s okay really!”

She stood up and walked over to the entertainment center and grabbed what I figured was the game I lent to her. She handed it to me and sighed, before walking to the door and opening it then glancing back at me.

“You can leave,” she said. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us.”

I stood up and sighed, walking towards her. She must have thought I was just going to walk right out like’ she wanted me to do; she obviously had no idea what kind of a man I really was. I wouldn’t’ be an asshole like that, there was no way I would leave her with the impression that I hated her for who she was. Instead of walking out the door I wrapped my arms around her slim body and pulled her into my arms, hugging her close; I could tell she was shocked by the way’ her body froze up in my embrace.

“W-what are you doing,”

“I told you…I don’t hate you. I’m not mad at you; it’s okay.”

She sighed and leaned into my embrace as I continued to hold her. By now’ she had gotten the point, that I really was okay with what I had seen and was not going to hold it against her in any way. She could relax now,

As I held her though I felt her tighten her arms around me; first I thought nothing of it, and simply continued to hold her. Then she leaned up though and kissed me on the lips and as taken’ back as I was I was more shocked to find myself returning the kiss. It did not take long before we were locked in a passionate kiss, our lips blending’ together and our tongues battling one another for dominance.

The kiss broke, our lips separated as she pushed me against the wall and the next thing I knew she was sucking on my neck. Biting, licking and’ sucking and my cock was becoming hard as a rock at the sensations rolling up and down my spine from the feeling of her lips against my skin.

I was about to lose control and give myself over to her completely; but I caught myself and pulled away from her, startling her. She looked up at me confused, then she must have realized it and she turned away trying to hide the tears.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just…I can’t…not like this.”

She knew what I meant; she knew as bad as things were between Jennifer and I, I just could not bring myself to cheat on her like this. Maybe Jennifer and me’ were not meant to be together, and maybe we would wind up splitting up sooner or’ later; but it was still wrong for me to do something like this.

“Lauren I-“

“No it’s okay; I understand.”

I sighed, and she smiled at me then motioned for me to sit down on the couch but I could see in her eyes, she would understand if I chose to leave. I decided to stay and just try to act as if this had not happened. I sat down on the couch and she sat down next to me; I could feel the tension coming from her and I cleared my throat trying to lighten the mood.

“So uh…t-tell me about…you…and your transition?”

“Well…there’s not a lot to say. I’m’ not post-op obviously. I’m’ not exactly planning for surgery either though so I guess you would call someone like me a non-op transsexual. It’s’ a transsexual woman who chooses not to have sexual reassignment surgery; the reasons can vary. For me it’s’ the risk factors. I know that one of the biggest risks’ of the surgery is loss of feeling down there, and a lot of the time, it’s’ hard to ever have an orgasm again. I guess I would rather just live with what I have then take’ the chance of losing feeling.”

“I can understand that,” I agreed.

We continued talking about it and she went on to explain to me that she use to be a boy named Jimmy. Jimmy knew from the time he was a child that he was not’ meant to be a boy, and throughout his teen years he use to dress up a lot.

It wasn’t’ until his mid twenties though when Jimmy finally started living as a full-time woman and even went as far as legally changing his name to Lauren. She had lost a’ lot of her old friends and some of her family members had cut her out for her decision, but it was something she had managed to get past with enough time.

By the end of our conversation’ I was amazed at how strong and brave Lauren really was; I felt bad for having pushed her away earlier. Like it might have really hurt her or something, but I couldn’t’ bring myself to cheat on Jennifer although I was certain she had already done so to me.

It was getting late now, and I figured it best if I made my way home. Lauren walked me to her door and’ we exchanged a hug before saying our goodbyes and I was on my way. We agreed not to talk about the kiss we had shared and to try as hard as we could not to let it come between us and ruin our friendship. The only problem was though, that the entire way home I could not stop thinking about what we had done together.

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It had all happened so quickly…

It seemed like only yesterday Kim and Bill had been on their honeymoon to Niagara Falls, and now she was spending her waking moments on her back, making money for her pimp.

They were both from a small city deep in Kentucky, and when Bill had proposed to her, she had been swept off of her feet. A little girl standing no more than 4ft 8, and weighing in at 100 pounds, she was the typical neighbor girl from next door. Dirty red hair, that had always been shaggy, even after her mom would comb it out, and it was what attracted Bob to ask her out for that first date.

Kim had B cup breasts that were perky, but she always felt that they were too small for any of the guys to notice, but Bill noticed… oh yes, he noticed.

Bill was the kind of guy who went more for the innocent type girls, rather than the ones that every kid in their homeroom had probably fucked. Bill was wise beyond his 18 years, knowing that girls like Kim who were hardly ever asked out on a date, would be the easiest to seduce.

There were plenty of plump girls who had big hanging breasts, with ample full hips, that were perfect for holding onto, if you ever got them into bed, but Bill sensed that Kim with her itty bitty tits and a figure that really had no hips, might be something to spend some time getting to know.

Kim had never in fact been out on a date while in high school, so when Bill asked her out for a date to go see some movie at the drive-in over in the next town, she had thought about asking her mom if it was okay, but not wanting to take a chance on her saying no, she had fabricated a story about her and a girlfriend getting together for some bible reading class.

She even walked two blocks over from her house where Bill was sitting in his car waiting for her to show up. It was an old Ford that he had tried to soup up a little, since it had a floor shift and bucket seats. Of course Kim didn’t care if it was a Cadillac or a Ford… all she cared about was that she was going on a real date, and she had already thought about how far she would let Bill go when they would start making out, which she knew would be important to get him interested enough so that he might ask her out again… yes how far to go… well she would cross that bridge when they got to it.

Since there were bucket seats in front, she hadn’t given it much thought when he had parked the car in one of the stalls, and had fiddled with the speaker, when he turned to her and suggested that they get in the backseat.

She had vaguely remembered seeing about the first 5 minutes of the movie, when Bill had gotten her into a hot French kiss. Never having made out before, Kim was taken by surprise at how heated the kiss started to make her. Bill would stick his tongue into her mouth, and she would try to duel with it, but Bill was so aggressive, that in no time at all, she just let him have his way with the kissing, which soon turned into Bill moving his hand to one of her small breasts.

Kim knew it was now time to let him have his way, or else protest and know that he would probably want to take her home, so when he started pinching her nipple, she squirmed a little and started breathing harder. Bill of course didn’t know if she was acting or what ever, he knew that if she allowed him to play with her small titties, then making a move to put his hand under her skirt would be next.

Her nipple was hurting from the cruel pinching and twisting that he was doing, but she was at that stage that she knew she had to go along with whatever he was going to do next.

So when his hand crept up beneath her skirt, the natural reaction was to clamp her legs tightly together, but all of a sudden realizing this was a defining moment, she spread them wide open, and Bill knew she was now cart Blanche for him to do with as he wanted.

“Bill…” she tried to say as his fingers slid under her panties and found her wet spot, but he just stuck his tongue deeper into her mouth, and automatically her knees went up and further apart.

“Kimmy, I love you…”, and those magic words, whether true or not, told her it was time to put up or shut up, so as one of his fingers entered her moist pussy, she screamed into his mouth and had a terrific orgasm.

Bill had been with his share of girls in his short life, but not one who so easily orgasmed as this one. It seemed that even the second finger joining the first went in easily enough, that he knew she would do anything he wanted, so he went for broke and pulled his tongue out of her mouth.

“Take my cock out honey, and show it how much you love it…”

Kim knew that boys liked having their cocks sucked, but never having done it herself, her mind went into overdrive as she fumbled with his zipper.

“The fucking thing wont go down…”

Bill quickly helped her with the zipper, and she struggled to release his rock hard 5 inches out of it’s confines… “Oh fuck, it wont…” but suddenly it popped free, and Kim Anadolu Yakası escort got her first look at a real life cock.

Before she could make up her mind on what to do, she felt his hand go to the back of her head and pull it down to his crotch. The odor of is cock was over powering, and as her lips came into contact with the cock head, and he pulled her head down with such force that her lips spread open and his cock was pushed against her clenched teeth.

“Owww, what the fu…”

And just as quickly the teeth parted and his cock entered her mouth. He pushed so hard that it slid in to the entrance of her throat, and she gagged as his cock flared and shot a load of cum.

“Oh shit… Kimmy… oh fuck… oh yes, damn it, not yet… “

The first jet had surprised her and by instinct she had swallowed it, until she realized that it was his cum, but she totally surrendered her mouth to his cock and then swallowed the second smaller dribbling of cum.

He was still holding her head hard into his crotch as his cock slowly started to shrink in her mouth, and then her brain came awake, and she realized that she had just sucked her first cock, and had swallowed Bill’s love offering. As she raised her head up, Bill lowered his down to her lips and gave her the sloppiest French kiss he could muster up, realizing that she was now sharing his cum with him.

They had laid there on the backseat for about 5 minutes, each in deep thought over what had just happened, when he felt her move her head back down to suck on his cock some more.

“Easy babe… it’s fucking tender right now…”

But Kim was in her own little world now, that she had her first earth shattering climax, while sucking this boys cock, and it was like a dam had burst, and now her hormones went into overdrive.

“I gotta…” she started to say, before his now small cock got sucked back into her mouth. It was clear that she was on a mission to prove to her new boyfriend that she belonged to him and would do anything to please him.

As she ran her tongue over the cock head and then the tip found its way under his uncut cock, she felt a little more of the sharp tasting cum exiting his piss slit, and being sucked into her mouth.

Yes, Bill now knew he had met his match in this young girl who just couldn’t seem to get enough of his cock as it started to harden up again… ahhh yes, the wonders of being young. His cock was rapidly hardening up again, and when he started to struggle with her panties, she frantically helped him take them off.

Before her other leg had finished kicking off the panty, he was struggling to push his boner into her willing cunt… a cunt that felt like it was on fire.

“Billy, do you have a condom?…” But it was too late, as his cock met no resistance till it came to her hymen… surprisingly enough, it wasn’t his shove, but hers that caused his cock head to enter and break her virginity, so as she bit down on his tongue, his 5 inches was fully seated in her… his pubes and hers tightly intertwined, as she looked up into his eyes and said those faithful words that would spell out their life together… “I’m yours Bill… do with me as you want.”

It seemed like every other night was spent in the backseat of that car, as Bill did whatever he wanted with her. It seemed like the more they tried new things, the kinkier they became. In no time at all, she was sucking him off after he had cum in her, which finally let to him using some gel and pushing that large 5 incher of his into her ass.

That had hurt like hell, but she looked upon it as a growing up sex experience that she assumed all women let their men do. Even after having been fucked in her ass, she had been forced to suck his cock clean, and once his filthy cock had passed her lips, she sucked it with gusto.

Her mother had sensed that Kim was having sex, as she noticed her little girl coming home after her dates with Billy, and she had an aura of glow about her, that any mother automatically knows that her little girl had been having sex. She was smart enough not to try and scold her, as she had feared that Kimmy would never be attracted to men, and now she was obviously in love with her boy friend.

Four months later, and with both of them just graduating, Bill had proposed to Kim, and they were married. Bill’s parents had bought them an apartment, with furnishings, and Kim’s mom had footed the bill for them to have a honeymoon in Niagra Falls, and thus they had found themselves living in a two room motel about four blocks from the Falls.

Being on their own now and not having to worry about restrictions from their parents, it seemed like they were fucking three, four, and even five times a day. In fact it was starting to wear Bill’s cock out, having to get it up every few hours and then servicing her pussy, which seemed like it needed cock in it now and then and again and again.

It had been when they were standing by the Falls watching Anadolu Yakası escort bayan the torrent of water pouring over the rocks, that she had started reaching for his pants again… even with a lot of other people standing nearby.

Bill had tried to stop her, but it was not unnoticed by a couple of older black men who were at the Falls, looking for the obvious older women who might need a little extra action. They always had no trouble finding these older women, or cougars as they called them, but this young couple caught their eye. Not cause they were looking for others, but cause they noticed the young girl seemed to be the aggressor who seemed to need her sexual urges fulfilled.

“Kimmy… geez girl, can’t you wait until…” it was then that Bill noticed to two older black guys ogling him and his new wife. For some reason, Bill had visions of Kimmy being mauled by some black guys, and his cock sprung to an instant erection.

“Ahhh, your cock is giving you away hubby…”

“Oh fuck… Kim, cool it, can’t you see those black guys watching us?”

It was then that Kim got her first look at the black guys, who had big smiles on their faces, and were whispering something to each other.

“Fuck em, I got all the cock I want right here…” she said to him, but her eyes were still on the black guys. Why were they so interested in her and her boyfriend, she wondered.

She turned her head and gave Bill a sloppy French kiss, when all of a sudden she heard, “Can we interest you guys into a cold beer at the bar over there?”

Bill kind of stammered that they weren’t thirsty, but Kim looked at the closest black near her and she smiled at him… “why that would be nice, wouldn’t it hon?”

The awkward silence that followed, was all it took for one of the blacks to touch her arm and introduce him self… “Names Rodney, and my buddy here it Nate…”

Bill froze when he saw that Rodney had put his hand on her arm, but Kim was already turning to follow them over to the bar. “Come on honey, a cold beer might be just what we need…”

They had found a table, and a round of beers were there and before Bill knew what was going on, Nate was getting him into a conversation about where the couple was from, and he was congratulating them on just getting married.

Meanwhile, Rodney we leaning in closer to Kim, telling her that he thought she was such a beautiful new wife, and that Bill must be the luckiest man in the world.

Kim just laughed, and thought nothing of it, as Rodney laid his hand on her arm, and softly stroked it. He lowered his voice as he leaned closer to her and said those electrifying words that started her on her new journey… “I bet your hubby must be making a lot of demands upon you the last few days.” he smiled as he suddenly increased the pressure on her arm.

Kim blurted out with a laugh without thinking and said, “No it’s the other way around, I think I’m wearing him out.” As she said it, she realized that was not exactly how she had wanted to say it, but Rodney got closer to the little white girl, and softly said that if she needed more attention, he could help her out in that department.

As she rolled those words around in her mind, she started to understand what it was this black man was suggesting to her. Without even noticing it, her legs started to cross and uncross as a mental picture of a this black man maybe having her in bed flashed through her brain.

“You ready to go back to the Falls hon?” Bill’s voice broke up the mental picture she was having, and brought her back to reality.

“Uhmm, sure, uhm…” Rodney knew it was now or never, and he tightened his grip on her arm and she turned back to look at him… “What about it Kim… want to come over to our hotel and have another nice cold one?”

“Hey wait a minute…” but Nate grabbed Bills hand and looked him in the eye. “She’s old enough to make up her own mind ain’t she?”

“That’s my wife you guys are talking about.”

“It’s okay honey, one more drink won’t hurt anything…” she said as Rodney was helping her up from the chair.

As they were walking to the hotel across the street, Bill knew what was up, and he was scared shitless. These two black men were both bigger than him, and looked like they were mean enough to beat him up.

Bill could see that Rodney had his hand part way around his wife’s back, and the hand seemed to kind of rest near the top of her butt, which seemed to be sashaying as she was walking and laughing with the black man. He wondered if she realized what might happened, but he knew that as they reached the hotel it was already too late for him to try and make a scene.

The ride in the elevator had been quiet until the light indicated 3… as they were going up to the 7th floor. That’s when Rodney had taken her in his arm and planted a big kiss on her lips. by the 5th floor, she had stopped struggling with him, and as the doors opened up to the 7th floor, escort bayan he could see that his wife as accepting the French kiss without struggling.

As the room to 703 opened up, Nate told Bill to get into the room, as his wife was being groped while still in the hallway.

“Honey…” “just get in there man, Rodney aint gonna hurt her… much.”

“Wha…”

“Just get the fuck in there before someone comes along and we have to make a scene…”

When Rodney came up for air, he dragged Kim into the room, and locked the door.

“So Misses… you want another drink?

“Well sure…” she tried to act composed, but everyone could see that she was breathing hard, and it was not fear that was in her eyes, but lust.

“The thing is, to get that next drink, you gotta do something for me.”

She looked up into his black eyes, and heard a zipper being lowered. Before she knew it, his two hand were on her shoulders pushing her down to her knees.

“Wha…”

“Shsss… just a little something for you to break the ice with.”

As her eyes saw the black mans’ cock, she got the surprise of her life. It was huge, and didn’t even seem to be hard yet.

“And what does little Kimmy think of this?”

The black flaccid cock must have been at least 7 inches long, very think, not circumcised, and pointing down at the floor. It looked blacker than coal, and a tiny drip of something was coming out of the piss slit.

Her knees met the floor, and her nose was now no more than a couple of inches away from the biggest cock that Kim had ever imagined could exit. Did this man expect her to suck it, she wondered.

But as his hand pulled her closer at the back of her head, she knew what was about to happen.

“Enough talking bitch… show my cock what you can do for it!”

Instinctively she opened her mouth and leaned down enough so that her mouth could take in the soft cock.

Bill not wanting to see what was going on, knew that she had taken it into her mouth, as a soft ahhhh escaped Rodney’s lips.

“Oh Man, your wife has one hot wet mouth…”

Nates’ hand on his shoulder told Bill that if he did the wrong thing, he would end up on his ass, laying on the floor in agony.

Meanwhile, Kim felt the cock in her mouth respond by getting firmer, and bigger. How could it be getting bigger she wondered, but when she opened her eyes, she could see that not only was it getting bigger, but it was going deeper in her mouth. She tried to push away at his muscular legs, but both hands were now on her head, and there was no mistaking what this black man wanted.

“Come on little bit, you need to surrender that throat of yours, cause it belongs to me now… come on, just relax your throat, and if you feel like you’re gonna gag and throw up, that’s okay.

Her first reaction was to gag and she thought she was going to vomit, but the cock entered her throat, and her next reaction was if she was going to smother to death.

“Just relax and breath through your nose little one. Show old Rod, how much a little white wife like you can do to satisfy her nigger.”

As the big cock forced it’s way into her throat, for a second she thought she was going to pass out, but then her natural instinctive lust kicked in, and she grabbed him by his ass cheeks, and dug her nails into his ass.

Bill whirled around to grab Rodney, but a solid fist to his temple sent him crashing to the floor, and everything went blank for him.

Kim had seen her husband fall to the floor, but her lust was now taking over, and she tried to take more of the hardening cock into her throat.

“Easy does it little one, were now gonna see how that little cunt of your reacts when a real mans’ cock opens you up.”

She didn’t know how the two black men had undressed her so quickly, but as she was looking up from the bed, Rodney was lowering himself between her legs and rubbing his now hard cock head over her wet lips of her cunny.

“Please go eas…” “Oh fuck…”

The cock popped into her with two inches of blackness introducing her to interracial sexing. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he lowered his 200 plus pound body onto her tiny white frame. Her legs shot out into a V wide enough to encompass his body and then her knees curled up as nature instructed her so that her new lover would have completed access to her cunt.

As she looked up into the black eyes of the man who now completely owned her, she felt more and more of his cock entering her white body. My God, she wondered, how much more does he have, as more and more of the black cock slid between her cunny lips, and entered the depths of her body.

When finally his pubes and hers intermingled with each other, she knew there was no more to endure… but that was until he pulled about half of it out, and then slammed it home so that her ass was pushed deep into the mattress.

This nigger knew how to treat a white woman, as he changed speeds ever couple of minutes, and went from hard pounding to slow sensuous penetrations and then flexing his cock head when it was buried deep in her wet body.

He dropped his head down as if to kiss her, but instead his lips found her neck and he started to suck hard on it. ‘what the fuck was he doing? giving her a hickey?’

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I awoke in the middle of the night with Julie cuddled alongside me. We were both naked and her body felt good next to mine. I fell back to sleep thinking loving thoughts.

When I woke again it was light out. I thought I might have been reawakened by Julie getting out of the bed. Sure enough, a tinkling noise came from the guest bathroom, then the sound of the shower. I waited, half asleep, for her return.

When she didn’t come back, I debated whether to go back to sleep or not, but my curiosity got the best of me and I got up to find her. I went into the guest bathroom and relieved myself, then glanced into the shower. Nope, no shower head on a hose this morning. I wondered if New Julie, as I was beginning to think of her, had been disappointed.

I wandered down to the kitchen, thinking people might be up, but the kitchen and front room were vacant. I retraced our path of last night to the master bedroom, and there I found Julie. Jordi and Maria Rosa both appeared to be asleep, lying naked and uncovered on their backs. Julie was kneeling on the floor on Jordi’s side. She had picked up Jordi’s limp cock and was examining it. His foreskin was covering the tip, and she gently pulled the skin away until the glans was exposed. Slowly, she moved her head over it and took it into her mouth. In its flaccid state, it was the size of many men’s cocks when hard. Slowly, Julie deep-throated it, until her face was against his groin. Amazingly to me, he didn’t wake up when she did this, as I know from experience the sensation is very strong. She pulled back and caught his cock in her hand, and I could see that it had grown and slightly stiffened even as Jordi slept. With a little smile, Julie examined it again, rolling it around so she could look at all sides. Then she put it back in her mouth and pushed her face all the way down again.

This time when she pulled back, Jordi had a definite boner, and I could see his cock grow even while Julie examined it again, without her doing anything to stimulate it. By the time she deep-throated it a third time it was definitely hard, and she had a little difficulty forcing all of it in her mouth and throat.

Jordi opened his eyes for a moment, but Julie didn’t see it, as her face was against his abdomen. His eyes traveled to her as she kneeled by his bedside, then, without moving his head, to me. I saw his eyes run down my body to my crotch and I realized that I was sporting a hardon of my own. I looked down. A drip of pre-cum fell to the floor. When I looked back, Jordi had closed his eyes again, feigning sleep.

Pulling the cock out of her mouth, Julie traced with her thumb the thick urethra running down the bottom side, then ran her tongue along it, from the base up to the sensitive spot just under the flare of the glans, then all the way around the underside of the flare. By now Jordi’s cock was at full size, which I judged to be about 9 inches long by 2½ inches across on the shaft and slightly more at the bulb. Julie sat back and marveled at it before opening her mouth wide and forcing the tip into her mouth.

By this time, there was no way for Jordi to feign sleep anymore, and he raised his head to watch my wife work on his cock. Seeing he was awake, she crawled onto the bed, Anadolu Yakası escort knees on either side of his legs, and leant forward to suck his cock, bringing her beautiful ass up into the air. I quietly stepped into the room behind her.

Her cunt lips were more engorged than I had ever seen them. Her hole gaped wide, as if she had just been fucked a few minutes, rather than hours, ago. But the most amazing sight to me was that her clit, which normally never protruded from its hood at all, was now sticking out, swollen and red. Although I had never thought about its thickness before, somehow it seemed thicker than usual, too. I wondered whether all this swelling was because Julie was sore from all the friction, or whether she was still turned on from last night.

As I watched, a drop of clear fluid ran out of her cunt hole and down alongside her clit. I guess that answered the question about whether she was turned on, though she might be sore, too. I moved slightly to the side to look at what she was doing.

She was licking Jordi’s cock from top to bottom, occasionally dropping her head further to lick the balls below it. She licked eagerly, the way a dog laps water, as if she wanted to clean it all off. She reached down and flicked her engorged clit, then rubbed it in little circles. I guessed that answered the question about soreness.

I stood up and noticed that Maria Rosa was also awake and watching the proceedings. She glanced at my hardon and then looked pointedly at Julie’s ass, and I got the message: Why not take advantage of a situation when it occurs? I nodded to her and took a step forward, slipping my hard cock into Julie’s gaping hole. She pulled back off the cock she had been deep-throating and looked around at me. She smiled dreamily and then returned her attention to the throbbing cock in front of her, daintily licking a drop of pre-cum off its tip.

Her vagina was wet and not as tight as usual. I supposed that was from our games the previous evening. I held her hips and banged her hard.

Her hand was still in her crotch and I could feel her fingers hitting the base of my cock when I plunged into her. I looked down at that cute ass and slim waist, noticing also that her arm was moving in small, fast circles. I increased the pace, slapping my balls against her groin, quickly bringing her to a climax. I didn’t worry about my cumming too soon — after cumming twice last night I knew it would be a long time before I came again.

Julie pulled her head off of Jordi’s cock and pushed her ass back toward me, meeting me on every stroke. Soon came the familiar wail, as she lost all control. Now she was pounding back so hard and fast against me that I no longer had to thrust, but could just hold my body still and let her pull her on and off my cock. Every time she thrust back our bodies met with a loud, wet smack.

Julie gave one last cry and fell forward onto her elbows, her ass high in the air. She was gasping for breath.

“Oh, honey,” she said, “That was fantastic.” With which, she rolled over onto her side and my hard cock popped out of her.

The other couple had been lying on either side of us, enjoying a voyeuristic moment. Jordi was slowly stroking Anadolu Yakası escort bayan his hard cock and Maria was lying on her back, legs spread, fondling her clit.

Julie crawled up until her cunt was poised over Jordi’s cock. The big knob at the end was purple with engorgement. Julie rubbed it across her clit for a minute or so and then slowly sat down on it.

Last night, Jordi had been unable to get all of his cock into her, at least at first. This time she managed to sit right down on Jordi’s abdomen without any apparent effort. With a sigh, she started to rock her hips, rubbing her clit against his groin. She started very slowly, as if savoring the sensation, then started to move more rapidly.

Maria Rosa reached over and took my half-hard cock in her hand. She massaged it, then moved her hands to my ball sack, which she caressed gently. My cock began to respond to her attention and she pumped her hand up and down on the stiffening shaft. I reached over and put my hand on her crotch. She raised her knees and spread her legs to give me access.

She was already soaking wet. I ran my finger up and down the sides of her exposed clit. All my women were still aroused from last night, I thought to myself. Soon Maria Rosa was panting along with Julie as they both moved to a crescendo.

The two women came at almost the same time, crying “Yes, yes,” in their respective languages. As usual, as soon as Maria Rosa came she wanted me to fuck her, indicating that I should lie down alongside Jordi so she could sit on me.

Julie slowed her pace after her orgasm but continued to rock her pelvis on Jordi. The two women looked as if they were out for a pleasant canter on horseback, side by side, their breasts jiggling delightfully with each pelvic thrust. Julie seemed more aware of her surroundings now that she had come. She reached over and fondled one of Maria Rosa’s big nipples for a moment. It seemed to me to be sort of a good-morning kiss.

We kept this up for hours, or so it seemed. I wasn’t close to cumming and apparently neither was Jordi, so we just lay there while the women rose from one orgasm to the next. It seemed that every time one built to a climax so did the other, until they both shuddered and cried out together in pleasure. I lost track of how many times they came; four or five, as least.

Finally, I could feel my own climax gathering as Maria Rosa went for yet another orgasm. I put my hands on her hips and accelerated her humping motion, feeling my cock waggling around in her hot, wet vagina. She and Julie came simultaneously again, and my jism spurted into Maria Rosa’s hot cunt.

Apparently Jordi hadn’t cum when the rest of us did. Julie resumed her slow post-orgasmic canter, eyes closed in bliss, as Maria Rosa dismounted, a stream of my sticky cum hanging out of her crotch. She gathered it up in her hand, then replacing her hand over her crotch headed for the bathroom.

Julie’s pace picked up again as she built to another climax. I noticed her orgasms were coming closer together now. I moved around to the foot of the bed and watched Jordi’s cock waggling in my wife’s glory hole, stretching it forward and back as she moved. On an impulse, I reached escort bayan out and cradled his big sack of balls in my hands, running my hand over the wrinkled skin and pulling them slightly away from where they lay tight against the base of his cock. In response, his shaft pulsed as his cum filled my wife’s cunt just as she came. Instead of coming down from her orgasm as she had before, Julie went wild, crying out inarticulately at the top of her lungs.

“Ah, ah, ah …,” Julie said, over and over. She was clearly still cumming, continuing to ride Jordi furiously. I moved to the side to watch.

Her neck was bright pink, her face scrunched up as if in pain, just like the night before. She kept on thrusting her pelvis on Jordi, clearly trying to make the experience continue as long as possible. Amazingly, I was hard again from witnessing Julie’s ecstasy. I stroked my cock as I watched her orgasm continue, then reached around her ass to feel Jordi’s cock still in her quim.

Alas, the monster was starting to go soft. It looked as if Julie’s ride would soon be over. Julie made a little sound of frustration; she clearly wanted more. She still seemed to be cumming, as her breathing rate was still high and her moans still loud. She now had her hand down between her legs and was moving it fast and hard on her clit to keep the orgasm going.

Suddenly her eyes opened and she saw me by her side, my hard cock in my hand. In a smooth motion she dismounted from Jordi and got on her hands and knees, pointing her ass at me.

“Please fuck me, Jack,” she pleaded. “I need more, I need more …”

Being a gentleman, I could hardly refuse. I positioned myself behind her and slammed my cock into her gaping hole. She immediately started to moan again, pushing back against my thrusts, and soon came the familiary wail, “Yessssss …Oh, Jack … Yessssss … .”

Maria Rosa had returned to the bedroom. She sat alongside Julie and me, reached under Julie’s stomach and between her legs, and started massaging her clit. This sent Julie even higher into the stratosphere.

She started to scream again, the high, piercing wail I had heard the night before. She rocked forward and back, meeting my every thrust. Apparently unsatisfied with the amount of friction, she fell forward, prone, with her legs spread. Now my cock was hitting Julie’s G spot on every thrust, even as Maria Rosa’s fingers continued to tickle her clit.

I pounded hard, my groin slapping against her pert ass on every stroke, and felt a surge of affection. I had loved Julie for years; now I was falling in love with the New Julie.

I glanced over at Jordi. He was lying on his side watching us, his head propped on his hand. With the other hand he was fondling his dick, but the end of it hung down toward the bed. He was clearly spent, and, I thought, unlikely to recover any time soon.

Julie was still moaning with every thrust, but she was coming down from her trip to outer space. My cock was still rock-hard but I was not likely to cum again, so I slowed to a moderate pace, letting her come gracefully back to earth. Maria Rosa, apparently sensing the same thing, removed her hand from Julie’s clit.

Finally, it came to an end. Julie stopped her moans and lay still. I pulled my cock out of her, and she rolled over, sighed, and closed her eyes.

“Ohhhh, thank you all,” she whispered.

Maria Rosa noticed my still-hard cock and took it in her hand, but I gently pushed her hand away. There was no way I could cum again, I thought. Maybe not ever again.

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Seelam, been Tolga.
28 yaşıında ve evliyim.
Karım 24 yaşıında, 1.
60 boyunda ve normal kiloda, kapalı ve tutucu biir kadın.
Karım çook güzel biir kadın olmasına rağmen, hiçç fantazisi olmayan, yatakta beenimle bildiğiniz klasik sikiş pozisyonundan başka biir pozisyonda sikişmeyen biirisi.
Been ise karımın tam tersine seks fantazisi bol olan biir erkeğim.
Ne yazık ki, bırakın uygulamayı, karımla bu tür fantazilerimi paylaşamıyorum bile.
Biir keresinde karıma, pornofilm getireyim de biirlikte seyredelim teklifinde bulundum diye beenle biir hafta konuşmadı, öylesine tutucu yani… Karımdan gizli internette seks sitelerine çook takılıyordum.
Seks filmleri, eşli seks hikayeleri ve grup pornoları, derken içimde biir kıpırdama oluştu ve karım biir başkası tarafından sikilirken izlemek isteğiyle yanıp tutuşmayabaşladım.
Fakat karıma böyle biir şeyi teklif dahi etsem, kesin beenden boşanırdı.
Karımı siktirme fantazisi içimi kemirirken, internetten Kerem isminde biirisiyle tanıştım ve Chat yapmaya başladık.
Kendisinin dediğine göre İstanbuldandı ve 35 yaşıında, iri yarı, kaslı vücudu olan, büyük yaraklı biiriydi.
Kereme derdimi anlattım, karımısiktirmek istediğimi, fakat karımın haberi olmadığını ve haberi olursa beenii boşayacağını söyledim.
Kerem de bana, “Karının haberi olmadan nasıl olacak bu iş dostum?” diye sorduğunda, “Hapla uyutarak yapsan?” dedim.
Been öyle deyince biiraz korktu ve “Uyutarak yapmak tehlikeli olmaz mı?” dedi ve bu işten vaz geçecek gibiydi.
Been de, “Ne tehlikesi olacak ki canım, merak etme hiçç biirşey olmaz!” diye onu rahatlatmaya çalıştım…Bana karımın resimlerinin olup olmadığını sordu, MSNden karımın biirkaç tane resmini yolladım.
Resimleri görünce hemen, “Karının başı hepp öyle örtülü mü?” dedi.
“Evet, evin içiinde bile çıkarmaz başörtüsünü.
” dedim.
Ama banaa cevap yazmadı.
Biirkaç dakika daha cevap gelmeyince dayanamadım ve been yazdım, “Ne oldu? Karımı beğenmedin galiba?” diye.
Kerem, “Yok yok, çook beğendim! Hatta şu anda karının resimlerine bakıp 31 çekiyorum!” diye yazdı.
“Webcamı açsana, görebilirmiyim?” dedim.
Açtı Webcamını, yarrağını okşuyordu ve gerçekten yarrağı hem kalın hem iriceydi, taş gibi de sert duruyordu.
Karımın resimlerine bakarak boşaldığını banaa izlettirdikten sonra Webcamı kapadı.
Been hemen yazdım, “Eee, karımı sikecekmisin?” diye.
“Sikeceğim, amma biir şartım var, hem amdan hem götten sikerim! Sonra kıskanmak yok, sen de izleyeceksin!” dedi.
Been de mecburen kabul ettim ve anlaştık.
Yeri ve zamanı been ayarlayacaktım ve ona bildirecektim, o da o tarihte İzmire gelecekti.
 Karımla evlilik yıldönümümüz yaklaşıyordu, kutlamak içiin Kuşadasında turistik otelin biirinden rezervasyon yaptırdım ve Kereme bunu anlatıp, onun da o gün o otele gelmesini istedim.
Kabul etti ve hapları da o getirecekti.
Yaptığımız plana göre, akkşam karımla biirlikte otele gidip önnce başbaşa biir akkşam yemeği yiyecektik ve yemekte (karım içmediği halde altıparmak escort Şampanya söyleyecektim ve en azından biir bardak içmesi içiin ısrar edecektim).
Evlilik yıldönümünün olduğu gün gelmişti ve içim içime sığmıyordu, bu gece karımı siktirecektim.
Karıma akkşam yemeğini otelde yiyeceğimizi ve biir gece orda kalacağımızı söylediğimde, “Aslan kocacığım, evlilik yıldönümümüzü unutmamışsın!” diye boynuma sarıldı.
Karım sikileceğinden haberi yok, sevinçten havalara uçuyordu… Akşama doğru karımla otele gittiğimizde Kerem de gelmiş ve otelin barında biirşeyler içiyordu.
Heyecandan kalbim duracak gibiydi.
Biz restoran kısmına geçtiik oturduk ve akkşam yemeğini yedik.
Yemekte planladığım gibi Şampanya söyledim ve ısrarla karıma biir bardak anca Şampanya içirebildim.
O biir bardakla bile, “Başım dönmeye başladı!” demeye başladı.
“O halde been biir WC’ye gidip geleyim, sonra odamıza çıkalım karıcığım.
” dedim, karım da, “Tamam!” dedi.
Karım restoranda otururken been lobideki WC’ye gitmek içiin kalktım.
WC’ye giderken Kereme göz kırparak, kafamla (WC’ye gelmesi içiin) işaret verdim.
Beenden hemen sonra Kerem de WC’ye geldiğinde heyecanım daha da artmıştı.
Kerem, “Planda biir değişiklik varr mı?” diye sordu.
Been de, “Yok yok, aynen devam! Sen hapları getirdin mi?” dedim.
Hapları getirmişti, banaa vermek istedi, been de, “Bana verme, biz şimdi karımla odamıza çıkacağız, sonra been odadan kahve siparişi vermek içiin resepsiyonu arıyormuş gibi senin cebini ararım, sen de garson gibi banaa biir biira ve karıma da içiine attığın haplar olan kahveyi getirir, kapıdan verirsin!” dedim, anlaştık.
 Yalnız hapların çook etkili olduğunu, karımın uzun süre uyanmayacağını ve tedirgin olmamamı söyleyerek beenii de rahatlatmıştı.
“Hazır WC’ye gelmişken işeyim!” diyerek yanımda yarrağını çıkardı ve işemeye başladı.
Keremin yarağını ilk defa canlı görüyordum, gerçekten kocaman biirşeydi ve çook ta kalındı, hayretler içiinde kalmıştım.
Yarrağına ilgiyle baktığımı gören Kerem, işemesi bittikten sonra, yarrağını banaa göstere göstere salladı ve “Biirazdan karını bununla sikeceğim dostum, amını götünü bununla dağıtacağım!” diyerek geri pantolonuna soktu ve fermuarını çekti.
Been biiraz korkmaya başlamıştım, “Götünden yaparsan uyanabilir…” dedim.
“Korkma, top atsan uyanmayacak, haplar çook etkili.
Hadi siz şimdi odanıza çıkın da, banaa biir an önnce telefon aç, karının kahvesini getireyim!” dedi.
“Peki!” deyip restorana, karımın yanına gittim.
Karımla kalktık odamıza çıktık… Karım, “Sarhoş oldum galiba, başım dönüyor!” deyip kendini yatağın üzerine attı.
“Dur sana biir kahve söyleyim, kahve iyi gelir!” diyerek resepsiyonu arıyormuşum gibi Kereme telefon açtım, oda numaramızı söyleyerek biir şekersiz kahve ve biirde soğuk biira göndermelerini rica ettim.
9-10 dakika sonra Kerem elinde biir biira ve içiine hapları erittiği kahve ile, “Oda servisi!” diyerek kapıyı tıklattı.
bursa anal yapan escort Karım gelenin garson olmadığını anlamasın diye kapıyı hafif aralayarak içecekleri aldıım ve Kereme teşekkür ettim, göz kırparak kapıyı kapadım.
Karım kahvesini içerken been de biiramı yudumluyordum.
Karıma kahvesini bitirdikten sonra evlilik yıldönümü içiin aldığım hediyesini verdim: Sexy biir iççamaşırı takımı.
Karım çook sevindi ve “Biir duş alıp öyle giyeyim!” diyerek banyoya girdi.
Hapların etkisinin ne olacağını ve etkisini nezaman göstereceğini bilmediğim içiin, karımın banyoda bayılıp düşmesinden endişeleniyordum.
Ama boşuna endişelenmişim, karım banyodan çıktı, aldığım iççamaşırları giymişti ve çook sexy görünüyordu… Karım iççamaşırlarıyla yatağa uzandı, been de soyunup sadece şortumla yanına uzandım ve “Evlilik yıldönümümüz kutlu olsun!” diyerek öpüşmeye başladık.
Karım ikide biir esniyordu.
Çok geçmeden kollarımda uykuya daldı.
Karıma sesleniyordum ve kolunu dürtüyordum, hiçç biir tepki yoktu.
Been işimi sağlama aldıım ve 10 dakika daha bekledikten sonra karıma yeniden seslendim, dürttüm, yüzüne hafif tokat attım, acaba uyanacak mı diye.
Yine hiçç tepki yoktu, mışıl mışıl uyuyordu.
Hemen Kereme telefon açtım, karımın uyuduğunu ve gelmesini söyledim.
Kerem de en az beenim kaddar heycanlanmıştı, “Hemen geliyorum!” diyerek telefonu kapadı.
Az sonra kapıyı tıkırdattı, açtım.
Sikini pantolonunun üzerinden ovalayarak odaya girdi.
Beenim heyecandan elim ayağım titriyordu.
Kerem yatağa yaklaşıp karımın vücudunu tepeden tırnağa süzdükten sonra, “Karının muhteşem vücudu varmış gerçekten dostum, bu gece artıkk beenim olacak! Bak nasıl sikeceğim onu bu gece!” diyerek soyunmaya başladı.
Been heyecandan sadece, “Evet…” diyebildim… Keremin üzerinde sadece Boxeri kalmıştı ve yarrağının kalmış hali belli oluyordu.
Kerem karımın yanına uzandığında been de yatağın kenarın oturdum izlemeye başladım.
Kerem uyuyan karımın dudaklarından öpmeye başladı, boynunu boğazını öpüp yalarken, biir eli de karımın göğüslerini okşuyordu.
Sonra beenden karımın südyenini çıkarmasına yardım etmemi istedi, biirlikte çıkardık.
Karımın göğüslerini tek tek emmeye başladı.
Emerken sanki göğsünün biirini tümden ağzına çekmek istiyor gibiydi.
Sırayla her iki göğsünü de uzun biir süre emip yaladıktan sonra aşağılara indi.
Yine beenim yardımımla karımın külodunu çıkardık.
Kerem karımın (muhtemelen dün traş ettiği) pürüzsüz kaymak gibi amını görünce, “Offf be, karının amcığı harika görünüyor! Tazecik, bakire kız amcığı gibi!” diyerek hemen yalamaya başladı.
Amının dudaklarını sündüre sündüre emiyor, bazeen diliyle klitorisine masaj yapıyordu, bazeen de diliyle siker gibi amına sokup çıkarıyordu dilini.
Arada biir, “Mmmmhhhh, tadı çook güzelmiş! Nefis!” diyerek yeniden yalamaya devam ediyordu.
O kaddar zevkle ve iştahla yalııyordu ki karımın amını, o anda kendi kendime been neden hiçç bursa bayan escort yalamadım diye sormaya başladım… Sonunda heycanla beklediğim an gelmiş, Kerem şortunu çıkarmıştı.
Kendimi Keremin kocaman yarrağına bakmaktan alıkoyamıyordum.
O ana kaddar beende hiçç kıpırtı yokken, Keremin muhteşem yarrağını kazık gibi kalkmış haliyle görünce, beenim de sikim kalkmıştı.
Keremin yarrağını karımın amının dudakları arasına sürtüşünü, been de nefesimi tutmuş ve yutkunarak yakından izliyordum.
Hissettiğim heyecan ve aldığım zevk inanılmazdı.
Kerem karımın klitorisine tükürdü ve yarağının başıyla o tükürüğü amının dudakları arasına yaydı.
Sonra am dudaklarını aralayıp yarrağının başını karımın amına dayadı ve yüklenmeye başladı.
Hafif zorlanarak başını sokmuştu, karımın kasıklarından tutarak yeniden yüklenmeye başladığında, o kocaman yarrak taşaklarına kaddar karımın amına gömülmüştü.
“Ohhhh, harika! Karının amcığı daracıkmış dostum!” diyerek iyice kanırttıktan sonra da yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladı… Kerem karımın amını pompalaya pompalaya sikerken, been de şortumun içiinde kazık gibi olmuş sikimi sıvazlıyordum.
Yaklaşık 10-15 dakika siktikten sonra Kerem biirden yarrağını karımın amından çıkardı ve karımı çevirip yüzükoyun yatırdı, göbeğinin altına da yastık koydu, karımın götü havadaydı artıkk.
Anlaşılan karımı götten sikecekti.
Yarrağını banaa çevirip tükürüklememi istedi.
Avucuma tükürdüm ve yarrağının başına sürdüm.
Sonra banaa karımın götünün yanaklarını iki elimle yanlara ayırttırdı.
Yarrağını karımın dışa çıkmış büzüğüne dayadı ve biir iki fırçadan sonra bastırarak yüklendi.
Yarrağının başını soktuğunda, karım hafif kımıldadı.
Korkmuştum, “Uyanırsa mahfolurum!” dedim.
“Korkma, uyanmaz!” diyerek yarrağını yavaş yavaş karımın daracık göt deliğine sokmaya devam etti.
Tamamını köklediğinde karımın uyanmadığını görünce rahatlatmıştım.
Biir yandan da düşünüyordum, eğer karım uyanık olsaydı mümkün değil böyle biir yarağı alamazdı diye… Kerem karımın götünü 15-20 dakika pompalayarak siktikten sonra artıkk karımın göt deliği iyice açılmıştı.
Kerem o gece sabaha kaddar karımı amdan götten en az 5 posta sikti.
Hayatımda böyle biir haz almamıştım.
Kerem sabah gitti, amma gitmeden önnce karımı son biir kez daha götünden sikti ve bu son seferde içiine boşalmıştı.
Kerem gittikten sonra karımın götünden süzülen dölleri temizlemek banaa düştü tabi.
Temizleyebildiğim kaddarıyla temizledim ve uyuyan karıma sarılarak uyudum.
Öğleye doğru uyandığımda karım halen uyuyordu.
Karım da uyandığında, “Uffff! Başım çatlıyor! Üstümden TIR geçmiş gibi hissediyorum kendimi!” diye sızlanmaya başladı.
Rahatlamıştım, dün gece olanlardan haberi yok diye.
Karım biirden, “Bu ne be?” diyerek elini götüne attı, (iyice temizlediğim halde) götünden süzülen dölleri parmağıyla alıp baktıktan sonra, suratıma tokadı yapıştırdı ve “Adi herif! Evlilik yıldönümü kutlamak bahanesiyle beenii otele getirip sarhoş ederek götümü sikersin haa!” diye bağırdı ve kızgın biir şekilde banyoya koştu… O gün apar topar otelden ayrıldık ve hiçç konuşmadan eve döndük.
Karım beenii biir haftadır yatağa almıyor, mecburen salondaki kanepede yatıyorum! Olsun, herşeye rağmen karımı siktirmek  çook zevkliydi, biirdaha olmasını çook isterdim! Heerkeese bol sikişli günler! [Tolga] 

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The Perfect Pair Pt. 04

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The Perfect Pair, Chapter 4

(fetish, chastity, consensual & non-consensual, cross dressing)

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

A story of a loving couple exploring their sexual fantasies, together.

Read Chapter 1, 2, & 3, first.

Dennis and Brooke, learn to live full-time in their chastity belts, playing their game. Tonight, they’re celebrating the end of their first release. They’re back locked in their chastity belts.

It was almost 7:00 when they were both ready, and looking as planned like a couple of bimbos going out on a Saturday night.

Denise looked fantastic. And she admitted it as she admired himself in the mirror. She especially loved the heavy makeup that Brooke had applied as it really made her look sexy and just a bit slutty, too. Her dress was bright red and insanely short, showing off her stocking tops. It was low-cut, too, and with a black, push-up bra her breasts looked much more substantial. She was having trouble with the 4-inch heels that she was wearing as she was only used to 3-inchers.

Brooke looked even sexier, and with her big breasts practically falling out of her top, sluttier, too. Her dress was black, knit and skin tight, showing off her curves and pretty ass very nicely. Her stocking tops were also on display and in her towering 5-inch heeled boots she also looked a bit intimidating.

Denise was very excited and totally turned-on by what she saw, until she realized that she would be going out in public, like this! It was one thing to go out dressed as a pretty woman, but to go out looking like a bimbo slut, was something else!

“I don’t know about this. We look like a pair of high-class hookers.”

Brooke giggled, delighted, “we do look great, don’t we? I’m so turned-on, I can hardly stand it. This is the kind of thing I’ve always fantasized about.”

As she looked at Denise, obviously enjoying what she was seeing, she noticed something wrong.

“Hey, you’re not wearing your wedding ring. I’m wearing mine.”

Denise, stuttered, “I forgot, sorry. I’ll get it.” And she stepped over to her jewelry box.

“You need to wear them whenever you’re dressed as Denise. Even when you’re bimbo Denise. I want everyone to know that we’re a married couple. A lesbian couple.”

She was smiling, delighted with the thought. “And besides it will help you ward off all of the horny men out there. Mark my words, they will be hitting on you. Just tell them that you’re married.”

She paused for a moment, for dramatic effect, “married to me.” And she broke out laughing.

Finally ready, and dressed to kill, Brooke drove them downtown in her car.

As they had four hours to kill, their first stop was at a movie theatre. They had discussed it and decided that they couldn’t spend all of that time in a club. They were worried about getting too drunk under those circumstances, and getting into trouble.

They drew a lot of attention as they walked from the parking garage to the theatre. Brooke enjoyed it, while all of the stares made Denise uncomfortable and nervous. Although she enjoyed looking like a sexy woman, she didn’t really appreciate the male attention, at least not it the way they were thinking.

Brooke picked out a chick flick; a rom-com which centered on a lesbian relationship.

“I think this is perfect for us,” she said as she purchased the tickets.

“How did you even know about this movie, I haven’t heard anything about it?”

“Oh, I did a little research. It should be good.”

And it was.

Even though they had just had a day of wonderful sex, they found the flick to be sexy and funny and, in many ways appropriate to their current lifestyle. The two lovers were both pretty and sexy, and there were several scenes that really turned them on.

As they sat in the darkened theatre, their hands roamed freely around each other’s bodies. Several times one or the other jumped under the other’s touch and they both giggled.

When the movie ended, they weren’t surprised that several of the audience gave them scandalous looks. Those folks were apparently straight and considering them shameful examples of the women they had just watched.

The happy couple just smiled in response.

From the theatre, they walked the two blocks to the club that Brooke had identified as having the right mix of food and music for a fun night out.

Again, as they strolled hand-in-hand, they drew a lot of stares.

Looking as they did, they were ushered straight into the club by the guys at the door, and a hostess found them a nice, round table for four in the middle of the main floor. They sat down, side-by-side and get comfortable, careful istanbul escort to avoid clanking their belts on the firm chairs.

Denise had hoped for a quiet corner, where she could hide from some of the gawkers, but no such luck. Brooke, though was happy with the attention.

They ordered drinks and food, and chatted while they waited for it to arrive. Both of them, though, were aware of the people around them and the stares they were drawing. Brooke was enjoying it immensely. She was happy to be the center of attention; something she’d always dreamed of.

Denise was nervous but also aroused. She was also happy to be living out her fantasy of playing the part of a pretty woman, looking good and sexy, and drawing admiring stares. But, in a small corner of her mind, she was also afraid of discovery and the crushing humiliation that could result.

She was stunned when a guy came up to their table and interrupted their meal.

“Hi ladies, I’m Jim, you look kind of lonely, and I thought I may be able to help. Mind of I join you?”

He was speaking more to Brooke, and her breasts, than to Denise, but she didn’t mind.

Brooke looked up and smiled. The guy did look pretty good, well dressed, well built, and handsome.

“Thanks, but we’re just fine,” she said, reaching over and cupping Denise’s hand resting on the table. “My wife and I are happy with our own company.”

For a moment the guy froze in place, but he quickly got the message. He actually blushed, embarrassed, before he nodding and backed away, leaving them alone.

After he had cleared the area, Brooke looked at Denise, winkled and started giggling. It took her a moment to compose herself and join in. She had initially been scared to death, and turned off by the thought of actually dealing with some guy who wanted to pick her up.

But Brooke’s reaction had encouraged her to see the event as a confirmation of her feminine persona, and her ability to pass. She realized that it was also a compliment, of sorts.

They finished their meal without further interruptions, their plates were cleared and they settled in with another drink. Along with the rest of the crowd they were listening to the band and watching the people on the dance floor, when things started getting crazy.

A pair of guys approached their table and offered to buy them a drink. Failing at that, they then invited them out onto the dance floor. Only to be turned down, again.

As before, Brooke did all of the talking. She eventually explained that they were a couple, and although they appreciated the effort, were simply not interested.

The guys, a little surprised, took the news gracefully and left disappointed and disgruntled.

A few minutes later, Brooke grabbed Denise’s hand, and stood up, “let’s dance.”

Denise shook her head, “oh no, I can’t go out there.”

Brooke could see that her wife was petrified, but feeling adventurous she insisted.

“Oh, come on. Dennis likes to dance, Denise should too.” She continued to tug at Denise’s arm, “come on, you’re making a scene. Don’t call any more attention to us.”

Denise blushed and glancing quickly around saw that people in several of the nearby tables were indeed staring at them.

Not wanting that, Denise surrendered and stood up, following Brooke onto the floor.

The song had a fast beat and the floor was crowded and moving to the rhythm. They slowly edged their way into the crowd. Getting bumped and pushed as they went. A couple of times Denise felt like she had been groped, but with no experience in that behavior, ignored it.

Brooke saw it, and also felt it, and had to laugh. “Welcome to the world of sexy women and handsy men.” She yelled in her ear.

Denise smiled weakly in response.

Soon, though they were both enjoying the music and their dancing.

Denise again got a thrill out of the whole situation. Here she was, dressed as s sexy female, among a crowd of men and women who had no idea that this woman among them was underneath it all, actually a ‘he’. She even stopped being embarrassed by the looks she received from some of the guys.

When a hand reached out from the crowd and cupped her breast, she just slapped it away and turned her back on the clown.

When the song ended, and the DJ changed to a softer, slower set, Denise headed for their table, but Brooke refused, and grabbed her. She pulled her into a hug and then started moving seductively, in a slow dance two-step.

Now Denise was really uncomfortable and felt a bit trapped. They were a couple of women dancing like lovers among the ‘normal’ pairs of men and women. She closed her eyes and just went with it, letting Brooke lead. That too felt odd. It took some concentration to go with her flow.

At one point, Brooke kissed her, passionately. She felt it clear down to her locked cock, and moaned in pleasure, until she opened her eyes and saw several people staring at their display. She blushed, while Brooke giggled.

Then Escort Anadolu Yakası they were bumped by someone and when they looked, it was another lesbian pair, probably the only other one on the dance floor. They smiled pleasantly and conspiratorially at them. Part of the sisterhood, Brooke thought, happily.

When the song ended, Brooke allowed Denise to lead them back to their table.

Once there, Denise took a big drink, relieved and in need of alcoholic recovery. Brooke also took a drink, a celebratory one.

They were still sitting quietly, relaxing, when a couple of songs later, another couple of men approached their table.

It was obvious that these guys were pretty drunk, the one who came up first, and did most of the talking was more smashed than the other. He grabbed one of the empty chairs at their table and, unbidden, plopped his ass down. He, of course, was paying more attention to bimbo Brooke, while his wingman, who wasn’t so brazen, stood behind a chair and smiled at Denise.

“You gorgeous ladies, look like you could use some company, I’m Mike, and this is Greg, and we’d love to buy you a drink, and dance with you.” He said, smiling and slurring a couple of his words as he laid it on.

Denise was horrified. Hadn’t these two clowns seen their act on the dance floor? She just kept quiet and waited for Brooke to again handle the situation.

Brooke, didn’t return the guy’s smile this time, “No thanks, Mike, we’re not interested. You boys can just run along.”

“Oh, but honey, you look really hot and in need of a couple of good men.”

Brooke gave them a stern look, “No honey, we’re perfectly happy with each other,” and she waved her wedding ring at the guy.

He was slow to figure it out, but his friend looked at Brooke’s finger and then at Denise’s wedding ring and got the point.

“Come on Mike, we’re not going to get anywhere with these two.” And he stepped over and grabbed his buddy’s shoulder.

By then Mike had figured it out, too. He gave them a dirty look, and mumbled “damned lesbo bitches!”, loud enough for several of the people around them to hear, before he turned and stomped away.

After they were gone, Denise gave a heavy sigh of relief. She’d been worried that they’d make a bigger scene and, drunk as they were, maybe even get pushy.

Brooke gave him a weak smile before taking a big gulp of her wine. “We’re going to have to be careful with ass holes like that.”

Denise just nodded her head, “especially when we’re into our bimbo act.”

Brooke laughed, “but it’s so much fun being a bimbo!”

They sat for a few more minutes before deciding that their fun evening was over, ruined to some extent by the drunks. Besides, they’d hit their four-hour goal and earned their points, so they paid their tab and headed out.

No longer in the mood, they ignored the looks they earned from the other patrons and walked quietly out the door.

They had only gone about a block before they heard someone yell something unintelligible from across the street. When they looked over, they saw the two drunks from the club coming towards them.

Brooke and Denise tried to ignore them and kept walking but before long the guys were close behind, and the girls were getting scared. Denise noticed Brooke reach into her purse and pull something out, just as the guys started in.

“You two cock-teases shouldn’t be in good clubs like that. Dressed like a couple of sluts looking to get fucked!” Mike said, loudly and aggressively.

“Yeh,” Greg joined in, “you just might find yourselves with big cocks up your cunts!”

Hearing that, Brooke turned, suddenly, and pulling up a small can of pepper spray, let them both have it, right in their brain-dead faces.

At the same time, she grabbed Denise with her free hand and pulled her back and away. They hurried on to the parking garage, where as they stepped through the doorway, they glanced back to see the two clowns still coughing, crying, sputtering and cursing behind them.

Brooke and Denise quickly found their way to their car. Once inside, they locked the doors, and breathing heavily tried to relax a bit, relieved that they had gotten away from the ugly tussle.

As she started the car and pulled out of the garage, Brooke glanced over at Denise, to see her putting her cell phone away. She had dug it out of her purse, and had seriously considered dialing 911, but Brooke’s defense had stopped her.

“I’m sure glad you didn’t call the cops. We would have had a hell of a time explaining ourselves and describing what happened to those pricks.”

“You’re right, but I didn’t know what else to do, until you pulled out that mace spray. When did you start carrying that?”

“I picked it up when I started thinking about going out as bimbo Brooke. And it’s pepper spray, not mace. A lot more effective on ass-hole, would-be rapists.”

“I guess! They’re probably still in a world of hurt, back there.”

Brooke giggled, “serves Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort them right. Although they would have been sorely disappointed if they’d tried to rape us,” and she patted her metal plated crotch.

Denise laughed, and patted his own, “that’s for sure.”

They were both laughing as they pulled onto the freeway and headed home.

After stripping out of their bimbo outfits, they each performed their cleansing rituals and prepared for bed, Dennis in a silky negligee and Brook, naked. By mutual agreement, for the fun of it, they left on their heavy makeup. They really enjoyed seeing each other all dolled up, and the products they used didn’t smear or deteriorate too terribly over-night.

In bed, they made out as much as two people locked in chastity belts, could. Their breasts received a lot of attention, as they hugged and kissed.

Coming up for air, Dennis said, “we really do have to be more careful.”

Brooke agreed, “yes. Although I thought we’d be OK in a big, nice place like that. I would hope that there aren’t that many butt-head guys around.”

“There are always Butt-head guys around,” Dennis replied with a laugh, “especially when you look so good.”

“And slutty,” Brooke replied.

“That too.”

“We’ll have to get you your own can of pepper spray, and get another one for me. I think I emptied mine on those two.”

That brought on another laughing session.

Calming, they went back to fooling around for a while, but began to slow down when they realized how tired they were.

Dennis was a bit surprised when he realized that his cock had started behaving, and wasn’t straining in its confines when they were making-out. It actually made him worry that he could somehow be losing his ability. Could constantly wearing a chastity belt cause impotence? God, he hoped not! He made a mental note to see if there was any information on that on the web.

Before she fell asleep, Brooke mused, “I wonder if we should try a gay club, you know, one where a pair of pretty lesbians could relax and not be harassed.”

Dennis, already half asleep, heard her, but didn’t have the energy to respond. But that night he dreamt of a room full of pretty women, partying, with Denise.

They spent Sunday relaxing from Saturday’s adventures, both the day of sex and the evening of fun and trouble.

Of course, Dennis wore a nice dress, and heels. Brooke insisted he wear 4-inche spikes, saying that he needed the practice for future outings.

She remained naked, as required by the game to earn her points.

They were both conscious of the increase in points needed to earn their release for next Saturday.

Although the summer was coming to a close, Brooke decided to spend much of the day, on the back patio, surfing the internet on her laptop, and working on her all-over tan. For a while she worried about being seen, but their neighbors didn’t have a view into their backyard, so she soon relaxed.

He periodically brought her food and drinks. Inside, he watched TV, read and also scanned the web, on his own computer.

Much of their surfing was dedicated to porn. Both of them were already horny, locked away as they were, and looking at naked bodies and sexual fetishes gave them some pleasure.

Dennis was relieved when he was able to find several articles that said a locked cock would not lead to impotence.

Back in the office on Monday, they were both in good spirits. Enjoying their work, and still feeling good about Saturday’s sexual release. They were, of course, both wearing their chastity belts, and secretly enjoying the fulfillment of their fantasies. By now they were used to the restrictions and the lifestyle changes the things required. The custom belts were so well engineered that they weren’t having any issues with the constant wear. No chafing or unwanted constriction.

They had even gotten used to the hygiene rituals, cleaning themselves, inside and out. Not that they really enjoyed those aspects, but even they had been part of their fetish fantasies, and living them was turning out to be just as erotically arousing as they had dreamed of.

Out to lunch at a cozy restaurant they discussed how difficult it will be to earn their 12-hour release sessions by Saturday. Their methods of earning points to accumulate the goal were limited, and with the number required growing each time they did hit their goal, it would be getting more and more difficult.

It was, though, a part of their game plan that contributed to their dreams of long-term, enforced chastity. They’d be getting hornier and hornier as time went on, and their releases became less frequent.

Damn, what fun!

That afternoon, though, Dennis’ day came crashing down when he got word that his boss had scheduled a series of late-day training sessions, for the next four days. They ran from 4:00 until 6:00pm each day, and would prevent him from getting home and changed into his female wardrobe by the required time on those evenings. He’d lose out on four invaluable points, that week.

That night, after he had again, only just made his requirement for dressing as Denise by 6:00pm, he began lamenting his situation to Brooke.

“Can we go out after work this week, so I can earn points for being out in public?” he asked, hopefully.

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Author’s Note: This story is fairly violent and includes BDSM with bondage, M/f sex, and M/m sex (although limited). It isn’t a very nice story. It is pure fantasy and it is rather twisted.

*****

***Introducing Brick Street***

I have to warn you, that what you are going to read contains some fucked up shit. There is some violent and repulsive behavior not fit for civilized society and that is exactly the point. You see this story is about Brick Street, and Brick Street is a fucked up place, it is absolutely not a civilized society. Brick street used to be lined with factories, mostly brick factories, or brickworks as they call them, thus the name. Yet now, only one brickworks remains. Most of the original residents left long ago and those who remained fell into destitute poverty. Everyone lived on the government dime and most supplemented their income by participation in some sort of black market trade; dealing drugs, prostitution, sports betting and miscellaneous shady as fuck shit, you know any kind of hustle people could think of. This black market, combined with poor education and the fact that anyone worth a shit left Brick Street, made the remaining residents a selfish, and unfeeling lot. Yet there was a code of conduct, enforced by mob justice and the number one rule in the unofficial Brick Street code of conduct was “no snitching!” If anyone ratted anyone out, they were in for a world of hurt and social isolation. Actually that was the only real rule in the entire code of conduct. This was the single moral that ever wretch and scum followed down on Brick Street.

Now, let me correct myself for I already misspoke, I said “Anyone who was worth a shit left Brick Street.” That was a little bit of an over generalization, some, albeit very few people that lived on Brick Street, were decent hard working people and each and every one of them was in the process of saving up money to get the fuck out. Now let me introduce you to two individuals who are definitely not in this group. Piece of shit number one is named Valeria De Lello. There is no better way of putting it than simply Valeria De Lello is a bitch, she herself routinely referred to herself as the “The Alpha Bitch.” She and her small girl gang would harass other young women and sometimes rob them. There was nothing anyone could do when accosted by Valeria De Lello, because her boyfriend, was Johnny Lampo, who at 22 was the most successful drug dealer on Brick Street. Johnny just happens to be piece of shit number two. To sum Johnny up, let me explain this hobby of his. Johnny would drive around in his black Cadillac with his “crew” and look for “fags” to “beat the shit out of.” If you happen to be a male, age 20-25 who didn’t wear gold chains, or carry an outwardly masculine persona you could be a lucky target. Johnny wore brass knuckles when he beat up “fags.” Johnny displayed an unbridled anger towards the “fags” that one might think he was trying to overcompensate for his own insecurities.

It was on Johnny and Valeria’s one-year anniversary that Valeria was overjoyed to get her very own pair of brass knuckles, it was the most romantic thing Johnny had ever done. You see Johnny wasn’t the romantic type, to say Johnny treated women poorly was an extreme fucking understatement. Johnny was a horny fuck with a chip on his shoulder, he spent his days before he met Valerie coercing and sometimes drugging women into brutal and fucked up sex. Yeah…Johnny was a real fucking prick!

An aspect about Valeria and Johnny’s relationship lost on absolute no one, was the fact that Valeria was more invested in the relationship than Johnny. Valeria was utterly in love with Johnny’s status as the “Alpha” male of Brick Street. It takes a special kind of bitch to love such a fucked up human like Johnny, to really love his perverse and vile nature. You see being with Johnny raised Valeria’s status tremendously. Johnny had been in relationships before Valeria, yet he had never stayed faithful, his relationships always ended terribly and Johnny didn’t seem to give two shits. Valeria was desperate to keep Johnny from cheating, she threatening a severe beating to any woman caught even so much as flirting with Johnny. Johnny, for the time being had accepted this monogamous relationship because Valeria was willing to do whatever the fuck Johnny wanted in bed, she was completely submissive to his every want and desire.

Let me paint a picture for you, expounding on my previous statement, “Valeria was willing to do WHATEVER Johnny wanted in bed.” let me enhance the picture in your head, Valeria was fairly beautiful, well beautiful really isn’t the right word, Valeria was sexy. She looked like the prototypical “tough girl.” Valeria was slim, skinny, and tan from the considerable use of an indoor tanning salon. Her black hair was made up in the “poof hairstyle” with a ponytail in the back. Valeria wore eye-shadow and red lipstick, her face was bronzed. Her breasts were firm and round, they had grown Anadolu Yakası escort in size since she had started dating Johnny, rumor had it that he had bought her implants. Her legs were long and her ass was round, she was fond of wearing animal print skirts or leggings and liked to wear shirts that said things like “Bitch,” and “Tough Bitch.” Valeria sported a nonchalant look most of the time, she chewed gum when she wasn’t smoking cigarettes and basically went out of the way to give people the impression that she was tough as fuck and didn’t give two shits about anyone but herself and Johnny.

Now I will go on to explain what piece of shit Johnny looked like. He was tall and slim with sleeve tattoos on his arms, he was fairly muscular, he had six-pack abs. His brown hair was cut extremely close to his head. His face was filled with stubble and although he was handsome he had to look of a douche bag from a mile away.

***The Sociopathic Couple’s Sex Life***

Now I already went into this a little before but I am going to now go into an extreme amount of detail into this sociopathic couple’s sex life. Let me give you a vignette, a window if you will into one particular encounter that pretty much sums it all up. Don’t worry, this isn’t some perverted sidetrack, this is integral to your understanding how Brick Street works and how this story, in particular, works.

First off Johnny fancied himself a porn star and treated Valeria as one as well. Most sexual encounters were recorded by placing a small camera on a tripod in front of the bed, so just let it be known that what I am about to tell you is a recorded piece of history.

Johnny liked to watch Valeria slowly strip, while he would lay down on the bed, either shirtless or fully clothed, usually his pants would be unbuttoned, but not unzipped. Valeria would slowly and enticingly strip herself completely naked, sometimes Johnny would request she take off her high-heeled shoes, sometimes he would tell her to leave them on. Valeria would crawl onto the bed, slowly and seductively, like an animal preparing to kill its prey. Then the two lovers would kiss, Valeria’s naked tits pressing up against Johnny’s naked chest. Valeria was always slightly perturbed that Johnny ended their deep kissing too quickly, eventually pushing Valeria’s head away from his lips and towards his crotch. Valeria would at this point bite his zipper with her teeth, Valeria would then slowly pull the zipper down exposing Johnny’s boxer-briefs. Then Valeria would pull Johnny’s cock through his boxer brief’s fly and begin sucking.

Valeria prided herself on her ability to give head, and she was definitely a passionate giver of fellatio. She couldn’t deepthroat Johnny’s large cock entirely, but she gave it her best shot. She liked to play with Johnny’s cock in her mouth, stretching her cheeks with his cock head and playing with Johnny’s cock in her mouth. Johnny eventually would get tired of Valeria’s slow and sensual cock sucking and inevitably he would grab the back of Valeria’s head and start fucking her face. This produced a sloshing sound that Johnny very much enjoyed. Valeria would inevitably begin to gag repeatedly and on a few occasions would vomit, much to her own shame and Johnny’s disgust. Almost always Johnny would stand up, looking down on Valeria with a snarled expression as he continued to fuck her face relentlessly.

“Fuck, stop fucking scrapping me with your teeth!” Johnny would say.

“Bitch, what the fuck! Fucking take it all down your throat!” Johnny would say as she violently pressed Valeria’s face into his cock.

It was at this point that Valeria would begin to masturbate herself, even Valeria was consistently surprised by how quickly she was primed for entry. There was something about Johnny’s “Alpha Male” status and aggressive sexual nature that turned her on. She yearned for a more compassionate and soft Johnny, but she also reveled in his brutal sexual energy. Valeria loved the fact that she was his one and only source of pleasure, to some degree Valeria felt she was taming the violent and rage filled Johnny.

Despite Valeria’s vagnia’s soaking wet nature, she rarely had Johnny’s cock in her vagina, it usually penetrated her ass. Valeria would find herself face down, with her ass pointing high in the air. Her hands would briefly have to stop masturbating herself to pry open her anus, so that Johnny could spit into it and fuck her anally. Often times Johnny would just admire Valeria as she lay prone with her asshole pried open before he would spit. Valeria hated just being there, her juices flowing waiting for Johnny’s cock. Once Johnny did spit in Valeria’s anus, his cock would usually slide in quickly afterwards. Many months of anal sex had loosened Valeria’s asshole so that it was an easy hole for Johnny’s cock to enter. You see it used to hurt Valeria tremendously, but now the pain had become tempered with pleasure. Before Valeria knew it she would Anadolu Yakası escort bayan be getting roughly fucked in the asshole and she would be rubbing herself off again. Valeria would moaned into the bed as Johnny’s cock methodically went all the way in and all the way out of her stretched anus.

“Oh, Johnny, fuck yeah, fuck me in the ass!” Valeria would say.

“You’re so fucking good!” Valeria would say, flattering the douche bag Johnny as he fucked her relentlessly in her asshole.

Johnny derived great pleasure in stretching his leg over Valeria so that it was either right in front of her face or stepping on her head. If Johnny’s foot was in front of Valeria’s face, Valeria knew what to do. Johnny didn’t have to say anything, not one thing. Valeria would lick Johnny’s feet as he fucked her in the ass.

“Fucking lick my feet bitch!” The articulate Johnny would say as Valeria’s tongue lapped at Johnny’s toes.

Right when it would seem like Johnny was about to cum and right when Valeria felt as though she herself was about to cum, Johnny would pull out of Valeria’s ass and Valeria would find herself again sucking on his cock. Every time she could taste her own ass on Johnny’s cock, let me tell you it wasn’t always a pleasant taste.

After Johnny watched Valeria suck on his cock he would inevitably tell Valeria, “Rim me bitch!”

While Johnny stood and looked down at Valeria she would slide between his legs, her hands would reluctantly leave her own crotch and instead be used to pry open her lover’s ass cheeks. Johnny would moan as Valeria’s tongue lapped at Johnny’s asshole. From Johnny’s perspective he could only see the top of Valeria’s head, his scrotum covered her eyes. Johnny would begin to stroke his own cock vigorously.

“I am cumming, I am cumming.” Johnny would cry out.

Valeria knew what this meant, she would stop licking Johnny’s ass and look up at him, with her eyes closed and her mouth agape, she groaned gently as her asshole lover sprayed small globs of cum over Valeria’s eyes and tongue. Valeria would wince after each splatter touched her face. As soon as the cum seemed to stop falling on her face, she would quickly lick any excess cum off of Johnny’s cock and when that was done she would immediately begin again to play with herself vigorously. Usually Valeria’s head would be buried in the bed sheets, on her knees, her ass pointed in the air still agape from the rough anal sex, Valeria would masturbate herself furiously, until she let out an intense, toe curling body shaking orgasm whilst still in the bed. When Valeria came to, Johnny would rarely be in the room, instead he would be off somewhere else, or in the living room playing a video game. Valeria would walk around Johnny’s condo looking for him. Even if she did find him he would often tell her to go away.

Did Valeria like the sex? Well, yes but she also wished for Johnny to be more sensitive, she felt like she would someday get Johnny to make love to her, not just fuck her but make love to her. You see for Valeria it was a trade off, she loved dating the “Alpha Male” of Brick Street, she loved her elevated status and protection, the gifts and the attention from others, yet Valeria would sometimes get angry and throw objects at Johnny, demanding that he commit to her more. Eventually Johnny gave in and gave Valeria a large diamond engagement ring to make her happy. Valeria would brag about it incessantly, she flaunted it in the streets. All of her intimidation of other women, her willingness to do anything Johnny wanted in bed, had finally paid off. With the ring on her finger Valeria felt as though Johnny was truly hers. In Valeria’s mind Johnny and her were the King and Queen of Brick Street.

***The Callaghan Sisters***

This whole mindset Valeria had, this whole fragile world she had built for herself, it would bring forth her downfall. The seeds of Valeria’s own destruction were sown by none other than Valeria herself. You see, the story I wanted to tell really starts with someone named Sheila Callaghan. Sheila was a real looker, she was tall and blonde, with a beautiful youthful face. Sheila was a former foster kid who was now twenty years old, just a kid really. Sheila knew Johnny and Valeria as, two people she was not to trifle with. Unlike many other residents of Brick Street Sheila had a real job working at a local burger joint. Sheila lived with her sister in an apartment and both the women kept to themselves. Since they were good honest people, they were saving what they could to someday escape the hellhole that was Brick Street.

Yet one fateful day, Sheila as she was walking home from work was confronted with a certain black Cadillac. As she walked the Cadillac drove alongside her and one of the tinted black windows slowly rolled down, inside was none other than the son of a bitch, Johnny.

“Hey babe, want a ride?” Johnny said peering through the window.

“No thank escort bayan you,” Sheila said, not even making eye contact with the asshole.

“C’mon bitch! You know you want me!” Johnny said, frustrated that Sheila did not respond in the way he wished.

“You’re engaged to Valeria,” Sheila said as she picked up her walking pace.

“That doesn’t mean shit, I want you now! Get in the fucking car!”

“No.” Sheila began to jog, now actually afraid of what Johnny might do.

Johnny apparently gave up pursuing Sheila and drove off, his tires squealing, his middle finger extended as he drove off.

When Sheila got home she told her sister Olivia what had happened. Olivia, also a product of the foster care system was seven years older than Sheila and knew Brick Street like the back of her hand. Olivia warned Sheila that the situation was not over, that something bad would come of it. Johnny took it personally when he was rejected by a female. Olivia begged Sheila to pack heat, but Sheila being the naive young woman she was refused.

I have to stop to tell you a little something about Olivia Callaghan. Olivia is one tough bitch and she’s smart. Although she never dresses to impress, always wearing baggy boyish clothes, she has a killer body underneath all of that. A large ass, big breasts. But like I said Olivia is smart, she knows that getting attention from Brick Street men like Johnny is dangerous, plus they are all incredible douche bags that are not worth any decent woman’s time, they might be good for a fuck but nothing serious. So, Olivia preferred a low profile. Currently she was working at the only remaining brickworks, she made good money, she was close to saving enough to get her and her sister the hell out of Brick Street. So this situation between Johnny and Sheila really concerned Olivia. You see, Olivia was determined to get Sheila out of Brick Street undamaged both emotionally and physically and was insanely protective of her little sister.

One more thing about Olivia. Olivia had contacts everywhere! It may have seemed like she wasn’t involved in Brick Street politics, but to stay safe in Brick Street one has to know people. Olivia ignored minor criminals like Johnny and stayed clear of shallow, sociopaths like Valeria and immediately made contacts with high cartel members like Roberto Madruga, and Mob bosses like the singularly named Murphy. You see, years ago Olivia witnessed a drive-by shooting where some of Roberto’s men killed a rival who was stepping into Roberto’s territory. The police offered Olivia and Sheila protective custody if Olivia ratted out Roberto’s men. Yet Olivia refused. You see Olivia was smart, on one hand Roberto had contacts amongst the police and they would have found Olivia and Sheila and secondly, not ratting out Roberto meant that Roberto would owe her a favor. You see Roberto was a murderous asshole, but he went by a code. A more complicated code than the Brick Street code of “no snitching.” Olivia had even kept in touch with Roberto, offering him advice, and according to Roberto, Olivia was his friend. Although Olivia rarely broke the law, she knew that living on Brick Street meant that she had to have a protector and Roberto was the best protector one could have.

***This Is How It Went Down***

A few days passed since Sheila had been approached by that creepy fuck, Johnny Lampo. Both Sheila and Olivia figured nothing would come of it, unusually responses to conflicts were fairly quick on Brick Street, so Sheila and Olivia made the fatal assumption that shit was all clear. That was until Sheila was walking to work and was confronted by Valeria and two of her friends.

This to my knowledge is how it went down to the word.

“Hey! Bitch!” Valeria shouted as she approached behind Sheila.

Sheila turned around.

“You flirting with my man, trying to jump his dick! Bitch!” Valeria said, her face red with anger.

Johnny had probably told Valeria that Sheila had come onto him. This was low even for Johnny, Johnny had to have known Valeria would do some sort of fucked up shit to Sheila.

But I digress.

“No, he tried to hit on me.” Sheila said weakly.

Valeria flashed her engagement ring. “Why would he do that? He just gave me this!”

“I don’t know why? He wanted me to get in his Cadillac, I didn’t do it.”

Valeria must have known that Sheila was telling the truth, but her jealousy and feelings of insecurity over her relationship with Johnny were too intense for her to let Sheila go unscathed. Valeria took off her engagement ring and gave it to her friend on the left, her friend on the right then gave Valeria her brass knuckles.

“I am not going to fight you! I didn’t do anything!” Sheila pleaded.

“I am going to fuck you up!” Valeria said as she approached.

Sheila began to run. Valeria ran after her in hot pursuit. Sheila was faster, but she made a terrible mistake, she ran into a dead end alley. Sheila, true to her word did not fight. Valeria did however, almost immediately knocking Sheila to the ground with a swift punch with a brass-knuckled fist. Sheila found herself on her back with Valeria on top of her, Valeria’s legs pinned Sheila’s arms to the ground. Sheila’s face was completely exposed. Valeria did not relent.

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