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Cathy and Paul had been married for almost five years. They met in college, dated for two years and were married even before they finished school. The first year was tight but when they finally graduated they were both fortunate to land jobs quickly. This helped them to buy a house and move on to living life.

Paul’s friends harassed him about getting married so soon but Cathy is very beautiful and knew he couldn’t let her slip away.

Cathy is 5’5” 126 lbs. and has full firm breasts with nipples that will stick out almost an inch when she is horny. Paul loves this unique feature about her and just seeing it will make him very horny.

Cathy is also very fit. She ran track in college so she is quite skinny with a very tight ass. Cathy has Auburn hair with brown eyes and she usually keeps her pussy trimmed very short. Sometimes when she is feeling especially horny she will shave it and that is the way Paul likes it best.

Tracy and Mark have been their best friends since college. Like Cathy, Tracy was a runner all through college and her body is very tight. She is 5’3” and weights only 115 lbs. with long blonde hair. She has a ‘soft’ beauty that seems to capture everybody’s eye. Tracy has a very outgoing personality and she attracts many men, in fact, even women have shown interest in her.

Mark is basically a good-looking straight forward (no bullshit) kind of guy and that is just what Tracy has always wanted so when she met Mark it was no surprise they hit it off right away.

Paul and Cathy decided to plan a trip for their anniversary and invited Tracy and Mark to join them. With their anniversary in December they decided to plan a week of skiing. Paul found a chalet that offered two bedrooms with a fireplace and Jacuzzi. It was just what they were looking for.

The months passed and they became more and more excited about the trip but fortunately it all came crashing down.

A month before their scheduled vacation Paul came home from work only to hear Cathy on the phone and she sounded very upset.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered.

Cathy looked at him as if he had done something wrong.

“What?!” He questioned.

“Tracy don’t cry….”Cathy said. “Look! I’m coming over.” Hanging up the phone she looked at Paul and started to cry.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mark… that son of a bitch…. “ She snapped. “Tracy just found out he has been cheating on her.” She looked at Paul as if he knew something.

“What!” He responded. “Don’t look at me. I had no idea he was doing that. With who? Where?” Paul had so many questions he couldn’t process this fast enough.

“I am going over there,” she said. “Ill call you later.” At that she was gone.

Well the next week was hard on Tracy. She moved back in with her mom and severed all ties with Mark. Cathy spent a lot of time over there and eventually Tracy was doing pretty well.

Over the next few weeks Cathy spent a lot of time with Tracy. They went out quite a bit and after three weeks Tracy had turned things around pretty well.

Even though she was feeling better Cathy and Paul knew that with the holidays on the horizon she might suffer a few setbacks. Another issue on their minds was the trip they had been waiting so long to enjoy. It wasn’t really the money but a vacation might just be what Tracy needed. They had all been working long and hard and it was still important to go and blow off some steam. They knew Tracy wasn’t really in the mood for the trip but Cathy was determined to convince her to go anyway.

“Tracy. It is already paid for and you really need to get away.” Cathy said.

“I am going to be the third wheel and I am not exactly a lot of fun right now.” She replied.

This went on until the day before the trip and somehow Cathy convinced her to go. When Cathy reminded Tracy it was Marks money that paid for the trip she decided she might as well enjoy herself at his expense. Tracy’s attitude changed and soon she was happy she had decided to go.

Finally Friday arrived and by the time Cathy and Paul got home Tracy was packed and ready to go. When Tracy called Cathy to talk to her Cathy suggested she just spend the night and this way they could start out even earlier on Saturday.

The girls were in fantastic moods when Paul finally got home from work. Every thing was finally falling into place. After Paul packed up the vehicle he cooked dinner and just let the girls relax. For the first time since the break up Tracy looked like her old self.

With the food and alcohol flowing so easily come early evening they were feeling no pain.

By ten at night they were pretty looped and decided to call it a night because of the early start. It was not too late, however, for sex. Cathy had been spending so much time with Tracy that Paul was not getting much attention from his wife and he was getting damn horny.

After Tracy went to bed Paul helped Cathy clean up. As she was washing the last of the dishes and Paul walked up behind her and slipped his arm around her waist.

“Hey fethiye escort sexy. You know you have the best ass.” He said as he pushed his rapidly growing cock into her ass.

“That’s the beer.” She teased as she leaned her head back into him. “Mmmm… that feels so nice.”

Paul reached around and started softly rubbing her tits. Even through the sweater he felt her nipples stab his hands. Paul decided he couldn’t wait until they were in bed.

Slowly his hands slid under her sweater and across her soft stomach.

“Damn honey you feel so good.” Paul moaned as he kissed her neck. He knew this was one of her hot buttons.

It took all of Cathy’s concentration to finish washing the last dish. Paul knew just how to touch her and she closed her eyes as his hands slid under her bra and across her tits. His hands were demanding yet gentle and she felt his lust press to her ass.

Paul’s hands finally released her and he moved down to grab the bottom of her sweater. Her arms raised by habit and she felt her sweater pulled free. Paul quickly removed her bra and his hands returned to her bare tits.

Only now did Cathy remember their guest and despite her arousal she was unsure about continuing in the kitchen. Paul sensed her hesitation but reached around and pulled the string on her sweats anyway. Cathy was just about to stop him when she felt his hand slip inside her panties and across her clit.

“Ohh.” She softly moaned. Paul ran his finger down across her pussy and slowly into her.

“Damn you are wet already.” He moaned. Cathy’s eyes closed as Paul fingered her deprived cunt. She suddenly realized how much she had missed their intimacy. Paul’s left hand teased her sensitive nipples while his right stimulated her pussy. Paul didn’t have to wait long as Cathy was completely under his command.

“I need to taste you.” He suddenly whispered.

She only moaned and started to turn around. Paul stopped her and kneeled down behind her. Reaching up he quickly pulled her sweats and panties down and buried his face in her ass.

“Ohhh….” Cathy was trying to be quiet, for obvious reasons, but her arousal was starting to take over.

Paul brought his hand down between her legs and started to rub her pussy. Cathy spread her legs to give Paul access.

”Damn Cathy!” Paul moaned. “I have missed this.” Paul’s tongue slid down her round but and finally between her cheeks seeking her asshole.

“Ohh.” Cathy moaned again when she felt it push across her tight ring. Wet and hot he massaged her anus sending sparks through out her whole body. Cathy didn’t even realize she had bent at the waist and was leaning on the counter giving Paul better access. Soon she felt his tongue push against her. She relaxed and almost immediately felt his tongue invade her.

Paul knew just what he was doing. Cathy loved anal sex and when he licked her anus it drove her crazy. Suddenly she felt his fingers ease into her cunt.

“Ohhhhh…” She groaned.

With his free hand Paul returned to her sensitive nipples. He couldn’t believe how hard her nipples were; he has not felt them this hard in a long time. He now felt that the danger of being discovered by Tracy was sending Cathy to new heights. Pushing his wet tongue across her anus he teased her and entered her for several minutes.

Finally Cathy’s body started to shake. “Oh Paul…. Oh god…. Don’t stop…. I’m going to cum….”

Paul had no intention of letting up even if Tracy were to walk in on them. He continued his oral assault on her ass as his fingers worked on her pussy. He used one of his slick fingers to tease her clit and that did it.

“Ohhh Paul. Honey I’m….Cuming.” Her body shook. “Oh my…. Ohh baby.” Paul could feel her ass spasm on his tongue and soon he felt her cum running down his hand. Paul had to help her keep her balance until her orgasm subsided and finally she slumped forward on the counter.

Paul knew she was still in the after glow of a great orgasm but he was now too horny to wait. He stood up and pulled out his very hard cock and leaning forward he slowly slid his hard cock up her wet cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” She moaned. Cathy attempted to remain quiet. “Oh my god… you are so hard….”

“It has been too long since we have made love baby. Now add a few drinks and the company of two beautiful women and I just couldn’t take it anymore.” Paul reasoned.

Cathy knows that Paul thinks Tracy is hot and if it were anybody else it would bother her but Tracy is like a sister.

Paul leaned forward and presses his mouth to her ear and whispered “I’m going to fuck your ass.”

“Mmmmmm….” She moaned and pushed back into him.

Paul fucked her hard for several minutes and Cathy could feel her stomach tingle again. He was driving her to another orgasm. Paul licked this thumb and started to massage her tight ring. Cathy moaned at his ministrations and tried to relax.

“Hand me the oil on the sink.” He told her. Cathy hesitated so Paul plunged his finger into her ass.

“Ohhhh escort fethiye ….” She hissed. Cathy grabbed the bottle of oil that was on the sink and handed it to Paul.

Paul poured some on her beautiful ass and worked it into her asshole. Cathy really started squirming now. Finally pulling his cock free he slowly slid it up the crack of her ass and across her anus.

“I have not had your ass in along time baby.”

“I know.” Cathy moaned. “I have missed it.” She moved her ass against Paul’s cock offering herself to him.

He wasted no time and moved his cock to her anus. Slowly Paul pushed until the head slid past her tight ring. Cathy winced at the quick pain but the feeling was so incredible she quickly forgot the discomfort. Nothing aroused Cathy like anal sex did but she didn’t allow Paul to do it all the time and managed to keep the intensity alive.

Giving her a quick minute to relax Paul started to slowly push. He pushed about an inch and pulled back then a little deeper. Very slowly Paul worked her anus. Cathy was numb to her surroundings and all she felt was the filling of her ass. In and out Paul slowly fucked her until she finally felt his stomach touch her ass.

Paul grabbed Cathy by the hair and gently pulled her head back. “You like to have my cock in your ass don’t you? “

“Yes!” Cathy moaned.

“Tell me….” He said and she knew what he meant.

“Fuck me Paul. Ohhh no. Ohhh God.” Cathy’s head dropped as an orgasm snuck up on her. Not a powerful one but a prelude to what was coming. “Please fuck my ass!” She finally said.

Holding her hair Paul started to slowly pump in and out of her ass. Cathy was now lost in passion. She quickly relaxed and was now taking his entire cock up her ass and pushing to meet his thrusts.

Paul knew he wouldn’t last but he wanted Cathy to cum again. Slowing again he took long deep strokes as he controlled the passion. Cathy continued to moan as Paul did his best to send her over the edge. Finally when Paul knew he was getting too close he reach around and started to rub her clit. That was all it took and Cathy bit down on a towel as her orgasm slammed into her.

“Ohhh Paul. Ahhhh….. “ She did her best to muffle her passion. Then she felt Paul tense and his cum filling her deep in her ass. This just seem to intensify the orgasm and Cathy moaned loudly as her orgasm continued to peak.

“Ohhhhh… my gooooodddddd!” Cathy finally fell limp on the counter.

“Ohhh baby.” Paul nearly fell to his knees as his orgasm over took him but he finally stopped as ripples shook him as well.

The two lovers slowly came back to earth and got themselves back together. They quickly cleaned up the rest of the kitchen and headed to bed. On the way to the bedroom Paul noticed the door to Tracy’s room was slightly open. He intended on saying something to Cathy before they fell asleep but he just forgot in his drunken state.

Despite being a little hung over they managed to get on the road by 6am and after a quick breakfast they all felt much better. The girls were in good spirits and the four-hour drive passed quickly.

When they arrived at the Chalet it was snowing pretty heavy but the scenery was beautiful. The girls were so excited they rushed into the house to check things out. The small house had two bedrooms with king beds, two full baths, a small kitchen, and a big living room leading out to a deck. The deck was the length of the house with a six-person Jacuzzi on it. The house stood atop a hill and the heavy woods dropped off before them with a blanket of white to top off the postcard like view.

They group quickly unpacked. The weather was perfect to ski so they wanted to get to the slopes as soon as possible.

After a few hours of good skiing they finally returned to the Chalet to relax. They showered and ate decided to spend some time relaxing in the Jacuzzi. Paul had placed some beer in the snow right next to the Jacuzzi so when they finally sat back in the warm water it was a short reach away. All three welcomed the warm massaging affects of the water as they felt the stress flow from their bodies. They sat silent for a few minutes and Tracy finally spoke.

“This is perfect. I am glad you two talked me into coming.” She smiled at Cathy and Paul.

“See.” Smiled Cathy. “I knew you just needed to get away and I knew Paul wouldn’t care.”

“No. This is great. I am glad you’re here. How can I complain? Sitting in a Jacuzzi with good drink, good food, and two hot chicks.” Paul laughed.

“Settle down.” Cathy said. “Put your dick in check.”

“He’s just a man Cath. I would expect nothing less.” Tracy chimed in.

“It’s always sex with him.” Cathy returned. Both girls were enjoying themselves.

“Hey. I didn’t mean anything like that.” This was not exactly the truth.

“Paul.” Cathy gave him that ‘Don’t bullshit me’ look.

“What?” He laughed.

“I know the way you think. Nothing would please you more they to have our tops magically fethiye escort bayan disappear or maybe we just bare all for you.”

“Well, that’s true but you haven’t had enough to drink.” Paul laughed.

“Dream on.’ Said Cathy. “You are so predictable”

“I know men always are.” Tracy added. “I bet we could guess what he thinks before he does.” She directed at Cathy.

“Ohh no doubt. I know his dick does most of his thinking.” Cathy directed back to Tracy.

“You know.” Tracy said. “I bet we could use this to our advantage.” Now the girls were talking to each other acting like Paul wasn’t even there.

“Sure. Want to?” Cathy said.

“Yeah. Lets.” Tracy said. “What you say?” She directed at Paul. Paul was not sure where they were going with this but Tracy quickly addressed his hesitation. “Chicken?”

“No way.” He quickly replied not sure what he was getting himself into.

“What ever you say.” Paul knew he shouldn’t have given them the power to set the rules to this little challenge, whatever it would be?

“Fine.” Answered Cathy as she leaned over to whisper to Tracy.

“Wait a sec.” Paul teased, “Two against one hardly seems fair.”

“What’s wrong? Big strong Paul can’t beat two little girls.” Tracy mocked.

“Alright. Fine.” Paul relented.

The girls continued to whisper and giggle until Tracy finally spoke up. “OK. Here are the rules. We ask you a question and if we guess what your answer is going to be then you have to drink. If we are wrong then we drink but you have to be honest.”

“What kind of questions do we ask?” Paul asked.

“Ask anything honey.” Cathy smiled. “I know your dick better they you do.”

“You know this could get personal Cath?” Paul said to Cathy.

“Don’t worry about Trace honey. She is a big girl.” Cathy taunted him.

“OK. If that’s the way you want it.” Paul wasn’t really into games but this could get interesting.

“Ohh yeah.” Tracy said as she got out of the tub and ran into the house.

“Where is she going?” Paul asked.

“To get a pencil and paper. You have to write your answers down.” Cathy teased him.

“You’re kidding?” Paul said.

“Don’t worry honey we will too.” Cathy said as Tracy quickly ran back to the tub and got in.

“Ohhh this warm water feels good.” She said as she sat down. Paul just stared at her body. Tracy was wearing an orange bikini that didn’t do a lot to cover her tits and her nipples stabbed at the material as the cold covered her body.

“OK here goes.” Tracy said. The girls started to whisper again and finally Tracy looked at Paul. “OK Paul. When you and Cathy started dating how many dates did you think it should take before you two had sex?”

Paul knew not to underestimate how well his wife knew him. He remembered she made him wait at least ten dates before she gave it up. He also bitched about it after. “Hmmmm?” Paul was trying to be reasonable but not far out. The girls were busy whispering to each other.

“C’mon Paul.” Said Cathy. “It is not a hard question. Quit trying to be something your not. When do you want it?” She winked at Tracy. She knew this would get him.

“OK. I got it.” He said as he wrote on the paper. “Guess away.”

“Three.” Cathy said flatly. Paul’s mouth dropped open. “Paul. You told me this yourself after we started dating. First two dates are for getting to know each other and then there should be lots of flesh.” Both girls started laughing.

“Shit.” Said Paul and he started laughing too. He tipped his beer, took a long drink. “OK. Here is one for you two. What is it that first attracted me to Cathy?”

“My ass.” Said Cathy.

“Her tits.’ Added Tracy. Both girls were both laughing at how easy that one was.

“C’mon. That is not necessary true. It could be her eyes or her hair.” Paul added.

“C’mon Paul.” Cathy argued. “Since when do you notice eyes or hair?’

“All the time. It appears you don’t know me like you think.” Paul laughed. “See I have it written down. EYES.”

“OK.” Answered Tracy. “What color are my eyes.’ She asked while closing her eyes. She had this big smile on her face.

‘Wow! Was she hot?’ Paul thought, but that was easy. He knew her eye color.

“Green.” He said.

“Impressive.” Cathy laughed. “Tracy figured all you were looking at here were her tits.”

“Well I was looking at those too.” Paul said. “But you still have to drink.”

That is how it went for the next hour with Paul winning some and loosing some but he was impressed with how well the girls did. It did not take long for all three of them to start feeling the alcohol. Paul was still horny from the night before and sitting in the Jacuzzi getting drunk with two hot girls was not helping things. He decided to try and make this game a little more interesting.

“OK. You girls are doing alright but this is getting boring.” Paul finally said.

“What’s wrong Paul?” Mocked Tracy. “You can’t handle it?”

“Yeah.” Added Cathy. “Can’t handle the truth?” The girls were getting pretty looped now and clearly having a good time at Paul’s expense.

“Sure I can.” He laughed. “But let’s make this more interesting.” He said. “Let’s sweeten the stakes”

“Sure.” Answered Tracy. “What ever you want.” Tracy turned to Cathy. “Do you care?”

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Sometimes, I think the worst thing in the world is unwanted attraction. I find myself attracted to someone that I hate myself for wanting. And the things I look at online make me question myself. My name is Richard James Edmond. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved to the Province of Ontario from my native City of Houston, Texas. Ottawa is livelier and more racially diverse than most Canadian towns, that’s why I like it. It’s the most American-style City in the Confederation of Canada.

Anyway, I was telling you about a certain unwanted attraction which conflicts with my view of self. I am currently a student at the University of Ottawa. When I get my Master’s degree in business, I intend to return to the City of Houston, Texas. I came to Canada because Texas is a little too wild right now due to the Recession. I’ve never found myself attracted to a White chick before moving to the Confederation of Canada. I have always dated Black women. To me, Black women are my standards of beauty. White chicks are just okay. Yet lately, I find myself drawn to them. Maybe it’s because many White women in Canada have a booty, unlike White women in America. Or maybe it’s delayed culture shock, I don’t know.

Online, I find myself looking at a lot of interracial porn. Before, I looked at mainly Black porn. Well-endowed Black studs fucking big-booty Black women in the ass. That’s what I liked to see. My newfound interest in the fast-growing genre of interracial porn and raw sexuality kind of surprised me. At first it was just the usual interracial porn. A macho Black man fucks a blonde-haired White slut in the ass right in front of her husband. That’s the norm in interracial porn. What caught my eye was an unusual twist from the interracial porn formula.

In one website, I watched a blonde-haired White woman in a dominatrix’s outfit whip and smack around a burly Black man. And the burly Black man appeared to get off on it. Wow. He was all smiles as she went off on him. The brother appeared to be having the time of his life. So much that he let the bossy White woman fuck him in the ass with a strap-on dildo. I couldn’t believe this shit. A strong Black man letting a White woman do him in the ass with a dildo? I didn’t think this kind of stuff was possible. What a strange world we live in!

In spite of myself, I was turned on by the video. Let’s just say it changed my life. I became quite obsessed with it. I looked for other videos like that online. They were quite rare and next to impossible to find. I found some interracial domination videos but they featured sexy fethiye escort Black women fucking White men in the ass with strap-on dildos. This series was hot but not quite what I was looking for. I found a BDSM website which featured scantily clad women fucking men in the ass with strap-on dildos. These ladies put these men through a world of pain. I liked it, but Black male porn stars were rare on that BDSM website. There were only two of them. A dark-skinned, muscular Black guy and a light-skinned Black dude who looked mixed and borderline queer. I nevertheless enjoyed watching these Black studs getting fucked in the ass by White women with strap-on dildos. I wish someone would devote a whole series to that topic. I think it would shock people and completely dazzle their minds. It has best-seller potential written all over it. Will some porn director make this wish of mine come true? Doubtful.

While attending the University of Ottawa, I tried to keep busy. I work as manager of a small restaurant not far from downtown. Chateau Louis. The owner is an old French guy named Jean-Robert Louis. He’s never around. The restaurant was manned by a crew of eleven people. Most of them were young men of African, Asian or Hispanic descent. The chef was an old Asian woman. The assistant manager of the restaurant is this annoying White chick named Marian O’Malley. She’s a student at Algonquin College, and has recently moved to Ottawa from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Like a lot of White chicks in the Province of Ontario, she’s got a severe case of jungle fever. She’s always flirting with me but I’m polite and distant when dealing with her. I never thought I’d say this but I found my fellow American more annoying than most Canadians.

Marian O’Malley wasn’t a bad-looking woman. Standing five feet ten inches tall, kind of chubby, with flaming red hair, alabaster skin and pale green eyes. She was nice-looking, with her big tits, wide hips and big round ass. The kind of ass you’d expect on a Black female porn star or video vixen, not some White chick. If she wasn’t so annoying, I might consider asking her out. Marian gets on my nerves because she wears her hair in the Rasta/dreadlocks style, and always wears Bob Marley T-shirts. Oh, and she wears brightly coloured pants that are so damn short they should really be considered a form of underwear. Marian O’Malley is into Black men and doesn’t care who knows it. The only time she takes off her Bob Marley T-shirts is to wear an Obama or Malcolm X T-shirt. I’ve always found White chicks who try to be Black one hundred percent annoying. We had them at my old high school in Houston. escort fethiye I avoided them like the plague.

I tried to get a handle on my growing interest in interracial porn with a female domination slant. The last thing I want is for people to find out about this. I think I would die of embarrassment. A Black American man is supposed to be strong and tough. We’re supposed to be louder, tougher, rowdier and manlier than other men. It’s what women of all races expect of us in North America. It’s what the Black community expects of us. I felt ashamed of my secret desires. Yet every night I jerked off while watching bossy White women fuck men of color with their strap-on dildos. Damn. What’s wrong with me? This fetish of mine started spinning out of control when I started bringing porn in my backpack at work. That’s when the unthinkable happened and my hidden fetish was discovered.

I’ll never forget the day Marian O’Malley walked into my office and dropped my porn paraphernalia on my desk. A steamy homemade ‘erotic book’ featuring neatly stapled pictures of White women whipping, flogging and fucking Black men with strap-on dildos. I stared at Marian, stunned. She stood there with her hands on her hips. I was too embarrassed and shocked to say anything. Marian grinned and told me she knew I liked White chicks, she just never knew to what twisted extent. I asked her what she was going to do. She smiled and told me she was going to make my dreams come true. Then she kissed me.

That night, Marian showed up at my apartment. I was crazed with lust and fear. Did I even know what I was walking into? Marian showed up at my apartment looking sexy in a red T-shirt and short Black leather dress. I invited her inside and we had drinks. Then we had a talk. I explained my fantasies to her. She reassured me that there was nothing wrong with me. Lots of Black men fantasized about getting fucked in the ass by White women with dildos. Marian surprised me by saying that she was really into my kind of fetish. We got started right away.

Marian knelt before me and sucked my dick. My nine-inch, uncircumcised Black dick. While sucking my cock, she fingered my asshole. I really liked that. Marian gently pulled my foreskin as she licked my dick head and sucked my big hairy balls. She slid two fingers up my ass while sucking me off. It sent me into orbit, folks. I came moments later. Marian sucked every last drop of my cum. Afterwards, she climbed on top of me. Marian lowered herself onto me and began riding me. Her tight pussy gripped my dick as she rode me. I held her by the hips and thrust into her. Marian screamed fethiye escort bayan in pleasure and urged me to fuck her harder. We went at it until we both came who knows how many times.

Later, Marian spread her ass cheeks, welcoming my dick into her anal passage. I rubbed my well-lubricated cock against her asshole, then pushed it inside. I’ve never fucked a woman in the ass before. My last girlfriend, a sexy Jamaican gal named Josephine, smacked me for asking her to try anal sex. Marian had no qualms about butt sex. She urged me to fuck her ass hard. I did exactly that. I put my hands upon her hips and thrust my cock into her asshole. I couldn’t believe this. I was fucking a gorgeous woman in the ass. Wow. I fucked Marian for a long while until I came, flooding her asshole with my cum. She squealed in pleasure. It was absolutely frigging awesome. Grinning, she told me she’d fuck my ass next.

Marian was a woman of her word. She did fuck my ass next. She put me on all fours, face down and ass up. Then she sucked my dick in this position while fingering my asshole. I felt two of her fingers up my ass and it caused my dick to harden. After a few minutes, Marian replaced her fingers with a dildo. A strap-on dildo, to be exact. She positioned herself behind me and gripped my hips firmly while working her dildo into my ass. Man, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was getting fucked in the ass by a big White woman wearing a strap-on dildo. Many a Black man’s secret dream. Marian smacked my butt while slamming her dildo up my ass.

Face down and ass up, that’s the way this submissive Black male got fucked in the ass by his dominant White mistress. Marian berated me while sodomizing me. I loved it. I felt ashamed. I felt relieved. I felt abased. I felt alive. It was the most intense feeling ever. Marian flipped me on my back and slammed her dildo into my ass in this position. She looked into my eyes while fucking me. That’s when I felt completely dominated. And I loved it. So much that I came louder and more powerfully than ever before. I screamed like a madman. Marian pulled the strap-on dildo out of my ass and stuffed it into my mouth. It was so nasty. I loved it. Afterwards, we showered together and had a long talk about how much fun we could have together.

Thus began my relationship with Marian O’Malley, my Dominatrix and future girlfriend. I guess no matter who you are and what you’re into, there is someone out there for you. I thought I was an anomaly. A strong Black man who fantasized about getting fucked by chubby White women with strap-on dildos. Well, apparently there are chubby White women out there who fantasize about fucking strong Black men with their strap-on dildos. Imagine that! Marian and I have moved in together. These days, we are buying condoms and lubricant by the barrel, folks. We sometimes arm-wrestle to determine whose ass gets fucked by whom. It keeps our sex life fresh.

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This story contains elements of violence towards law enforcement that I do not endorse or condone in any way, shape, or form. They are presented here to establish a mood and show the caliber of the main character, and justify his, er, “punishment”. Anyone who takes issue with the [limited] violent scenes in this story (which are in no way sexual), please e-mail me at the address in my profile. Otherwise, please enjoy. Feedback is appreciated, and encouraged. 😉

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Dust and the smell of powder hung thick in the air under the bridge. It was dry there, but just beyond the huge steel and concrete pilings the low dismal skyline of the outer reaches of the city peered back through the rain and gloom. The cops shouted to one another across dark spaces, the air under the bridge stinking from fear and blood as much as from the firefight. Light filtered in from the single flickering-orange sodium street lamp. From his cover, Nick dropped the last bullet into his .44 Magnum, the weight of the long-barreled revolver feeling good in his hand. He took aim and calmed his breathing. The weapon kicked hard, and he felt it all the way down into his back, absorbing the recoil with his body. With years of practice under fire, the barrel barely wavered. The lamp exploded in a shower of sparks, and darkness jumped up all around him.

He smiled as he listened to the cops shout to one another in the dark confusion and fire a few shots at shadows, then ran to his next cover, keeping low. His motorcycle was behind the cops’ line. He was pretty sure they didn’t even know, and it had just been a lucky byproduct of their sloppy ambush. Sloppy or not though, Tony and Erik were dead, and he was the last one. It was supposed to be a clean drop: grab the money in a duffel, take it back to the safe house, and tie one on at the titty bar. Instead, here he was with two dead buddies and probably ten cops waiting scared in the dark to shoot the first thing they saw moving. He had to get to the bike. The Boss would deal with the hostage, he needn’t worry about that. He just had to get out of there.

Nick crept quietly around the back of another piling, then darted behind an abandoned car. He could hear the cops talking, whispering, and shouting to one another. Amateurs.

“Do you see anything?”

“Use the fuckin’ lights!”

“Fuck no! You saw what happened to Miggins and Toomy when they turned on their flashlights! It’s like a fuckin’ homing beacon for these fuckers!”

“How many are there?”

“Gotta be at least four, maybe five…fuck!”

They carried on, finally starting to organize and move with cover. They were going to flank him. Superior or not, he didn’t have a silenced weapon and he was one guy against many. Nick breathed slowly and silently as he inched around a corner and saw the back of a cop, peering around another corner. Quickly, he crouched on one knee and leveled the barrel with the cop’s back, fifty feet away. The magnum bucked and roared, and the bullet cracked into his back between the shoulder blades. He made no sound as he hit the dirt with a puff of dust and lay still. More shouting, and another head peeked around the corner. Dumb. The revolver bucked once more and a sickening crunch sounded as the bullet passed through the cop’s forehead and out the back, painting the piling behind him. Nick ducked back just in time as an arm and a submachine gun came around the corner and a hail of 9mm-auto came his way. Dust billowed as the rounds hacked off bits of concrete from the piling. Nick calmly replaced the three rounds in his revolver and darted to another hiding place. To close. Just as he jumped for cover a bullet caught his heel, missing his flesh but blowing his shoe right off. Caught in the open, he rolled and returned fire, discharging four rounds before he heard a scream in the dark. He scrambled to cover. More shouting.

“Ahh, I’m hit! I’m hit!”

“Michaels and Connor are down! We need an ambulance NOW!”

“Spread out! Watch your back and keep low! He’s using armor-piercing rounds!”

“Hold still, Johnson, stay down!”

“Chaco, Wood! Spread out to the north and east! Keep behind cover, we got him pinned!”

Breathing hard, Nick reloaded again. Last six bullets. He heard quick footsteps, then an officer got the surprise of his life as he rounded the corner, keeping low, and nearly stepped on Nick. The two quick, instinctive rounds into the cop’s chest lifted him right off the ground and spun him to land on his belly. But Nick didn’t notice the round black object lying on the ground at his feet until a second too late.

He awoke in a haze with a pounding headache. His eyes were bleary and his ears rung like the bells of Notre Dame. His face stung from where bits of the flash grenade’s plastic shell had struck and cut him. He was cuffed, hand and foot (and hand to waist) in the back of a SWAT van. Ambulance lights swirled through the open rear door, and two heavily armed SWAT officers stood by the tailgate talking. kayseri escort They took no notice of his awakening.

“Three fuckin’ soldiers for four good cops. What a fuckin’ waste,” the cop spat.

“Worse than that, Hommis. We killed the first two bangers when we rolled in. Ran over one, and shot the other guy in the back when he was runnin’. One guy killed four cops.”

“Fuck. With what?”

“Get this: a fuckin’ revolver.”

The cop just shook his head and jabbed a gloved thumb in Nick’s direction.

“So he know where this guy is? I mean the guy we’re lookin’ for?”

“With a shot like that? Hommis, this guys a fuckin’ hitter, I’d bet my balls. He probably knows the gang from the inside out. And once our specialist gets through with him…well, he’ll be tellin’ us whether he’s ever thought about his mum when he’s jerkin’ off!”

The cops laughed as they closed the doors.

An hour later, Nick sat in a police station. He was quite surprised the cops hadn’t just killed him and dumped his bullet-riddled body in a dumpster. They wanted information pretty badly, apparently. He smiled to himself. Having been through fruitless police interrogations before, he wasn’t phased; in fact, he was sort of looking forward to it. It was fun to mess with the red-faced, pot-bellied detectives. The interrogation room was ordinary. Thick, soundproof walls of white-painted cinderblock dominated three walls of the small room, the fourth being taken up by a bank of dark windows. One-way glass, Nick knew. A single camera, a green light blinking, was poised in a high ceiling corner, watching him. He smiled and blew a kiss to it.

Suddenly, the door on his right opened and in walked an interrogator Nick had not been expecting in the least. She was silent at first, and simply moved purposefully about the room, her high heels clicking smartly on the concrete floor. She went to the windows and drew the heavy felt curtains, then stood on a chair and unplugged the camera. The green light dimmed, then winked out. She turned to him.

“Hello Mr. Tartan. I’m Agent Tawny Barry. Or should I just call you ‘The Scot’?” She said. Nick stared back impassively. Most men would have been swayed right when she walked through the door. Agent Barry was tall, to start with. Six feet is tall for a woman. She looked about in the early 30s by Nick’s guess, and her body hadn’t aged an hour since her 18th birthday. What flesh that was exposed was smooth and perfect. She wore a professional pinstripe pantsuit and jacket, though Nick could see the bulge of the hefty shoulder holster. Hardly a harmless young lass. Her dress was conservative, but it couldn’t hide the truth; not the gun, not her long, strong legs, not her wide, curvy hips or her perfect bubble-butt, or her huge, round breasts. Light freckles dotted her perfectly symmetrical face, which was unobscured by make-up. It needed none anyway. Her eyes were a spooky green, and her hair was slightly curly and midnight black, tied in a tight bun with a plain black band.

She appeared to absently flip through a file as she sat very close to him, on the table. Nick watched her soft ass strain against her pants as she slowly sat down. Did she do that on purpose? He thought.

“That is you, is it not? The Scot? The infamous hitman?” Agent Barry said, setting the file down on the table and folding her arms under her tits. They swelled, and the tiny amount of her breast flesh that Nick could see at her collar moved.

“I don’t know who that is, Agent Barry,” he said convincingly. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment. Then she smiled. Nick frowned.

“Call me Tawny,” she said, standing up, “Do you know who I am?”

“I would assume you’re with the FBI, judging by the ‘agent’ bit of your title,” Nick ventured. He watched as Tawny removed her jacket and laid it across the back of a chair. A huge Desert Eagle hung in her shoulder holster. Definitely an experienced shooter, Nick thought.

“I’m actually an outside consultant. ‘Agent’ is something they add when I’m working. Do you know what I do?” She asked.

“I assume you’re here to try and get me to say something I don’t know,” Nick laughed, “As usual.”

“Well, you’re wrong there,” she said, taking off her shoulder holster and gun and hanging it over the same chair, “You do know something. And I’m going to get you to tell me what you know.”

Nick shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said. Tawny seemed to ignore him. She wore a tight-fitting, stretchy knit shirt under the jacket, and it looked scarcely capable of holding back her boobs. Her nipples stuck out hard against the fabric, right through her bra. What the fuck is she doing? Nick thought.

“And this is how I’m going to do it,” she said. She reached into her purse and brought out a small bottle of Baby Oil and a little jar of Vaseline, both of which she placed gently on the table. Nick eyed the items for a moment, then gave her strange look.

“What is escort kayseri it?” he asked, expecting some sort of illegal truth-serum hidden in the bottle. She smiled.

“It’s Baby Oil and Vaseline, dummy,” she laughed. Nick was confused. But it didn’t last long. Tawny leaned forward, giving him an eyefull of perfect cleavage and placing a hand on his growing erection. She stroked him lightly through the fabric of his tough canvas pants. Her long pink tongue ran across her upper lip and she jumped her brow at him with fuck-me eyes.

“What the hell–” Nick began, but was cut off as she put a finger on his lips.

“Have you ever wanted something so badly, that you’d give anything to have it?” She whispered. Nick, dumbfounded, nodded like an idiot. Tawny smiled and pulled away suddenly. A folding knife suddenly appeared and flicked open with a twist of Tawny’s hand. She came at his crotch with the knife.

“Whoawhoa! Can we talk about this?!” Nick protested, trying feebly to fend her off. With a crazy look in her eye, she stabbed him in the belly. Nick screamed, only to find that he felt no pain. With a quick ripping noise, she sliced his shirt up to his collar, then made two cuts from his waist to his knees just as quickly. The knife was incredibly sharp. “Jesus, are you crazy, lady?!” he shouted, managing to kick at her and miss. She giggled and put the knife away.

“Oh relax,” she cooed, “What did you think I was going to do, cut your cock off?”

“What?” Nick said, breathing hard. Out of her purse came three compression-style straps, like something you would use to secure a tent to the outside of a backpack. She tore away his sliced clothing, then clicked them shut into loops and cinched them tight around Nick’s thighs, hips, and chest. “What kind of interrogation is this?!” Nick protested, struggling against the new bonds. Tawny giggled and calmly straddled his lap. He was looking right into her belly as she looked down at him. Naked and exposed, Nick’s cock began to rise to full attention. In seconds, the proximity of Tawny’s hot flesh to Nick’s face had inflated his cock to a tall, proud nine inches of hard meat. Never quite touching him, Tawny slowly lifted her shirt. Nick’s mouth watered, literally watered, as more and more creamy, delectable flesh was exposed. Her bra was simple and black, and perhaps a cup size too small. As she pulled the shirt over her head and cast it away, she also pulled out her bun and shook her head to let down her hair. A classic move, but no less effective. Nick’s mouth was dry, and he swallowed hard as Tawny stepped away, swishing her hips as she took a few strides and turned around.

“See anything you like?” she said with a wicked smile, tilting her hips and putting one hand akimbo. Nick just nodded, wide-eyed. “Would you like to see…a little more?” she asked. He nodded again. “Cat got your tongue?” she giggled. Her breasts shook when she laughed.

“No ma’am,” Nick said quietly.

“Tawny,” she corrected.

“No Tawny,” Nick said, as if under a spell.

“Then tell me what to do,” she said, leaning on the table.

“What?” Nick gasped, breathing hard. He wasn’t sure why. Tawny rolled her eyes and walked slowly around his chair, trailing her fingers on his naked flesh. She suddenly bent down and whispered in his ear.

“Tell me…what you want to see,” she whispered, walking out in front of him again. Nick nodded towards her belt. “This?” Tawny asked. Nick nodded. “Say it,” she said softly, fingering the soft leather.

“Take your belt off, Tawny,” Nick said, disbelieving.

“OK,” Tawny said with the smile of a coed bimbo. She unbuckled the clasp and slid the belt out of the loops, tossing it into a corner.

“And the pants,” Nick said, “But leave the shoes.”

Tawny paused and appeared to consider. “Well…well I guess so,” she said, with a soft frown. Nick’s breath caught in his throat at what happened next. She was close to him. Within arm’s reach, had his arms been free. Running her hands over her body, she slowly turned her back and put her heels together with a click. Nick heard the soft, slow sound of her button pop free, then her zipper coming down so slow he could hear each tooth uncoupling in the silent interrogation room. The tight, thin fabric of her dress pants hugged every curved like spandex, and he could see no panty line. Nick licked his lips, and Tawny made eye contact with him over her shoulder, a thin, amused smile on her face. She wriggled her hips slowly and pushed her thumbs into the waist of her pants, then made a sweet and sexy show of carefully peeling them off of her hips. Once freed, she moved her thumbs around to just either side of her ass and slowly, slowly pulled them down, all the way to her ankles, never bending her knees. Nick gasped and Tawny giggled as her perfect ass was exposed, barely hidden by a simple black thong that ran up between her buns. The flesh was as smooth and unblemished as the rest of her, and as her hands kayseri escort bayan touched the floor Nick got a quick view of a set of the most full and pouty pussy lips he’d ever laid eyes on, wrapped up in her panties and yearning to be revealed.

Tawny slowly straightened, watching Nick the entire time and running her hands up her body.

“Mmm…” she moaned, “God I love to be naked!” Tawny tousled her hair and gently stepped out of the crumpled garment, her heels clicking once more on the floor as she kicked it away. Noticing Nick was completely speechless, she accentuated the effect by giving him a little spin on her toes and walking slowly over to him. She slowly knelt between his knees, his cock only inches from her face. He could feel her hot breath on his shaft and twitched in response. She giggled.

“Is there anything else you might want to see? Anything at all?” she asked in a coy voice, gently caressing her breasts through her bra. Nick nodded towards them.

“Let’s see those tits,” Nick suggested. Tawny gave him an admonishing look. “Take off your bra, Tawny, and show me your tits,” he commanded, correcting himself. She smiled.

“Oh, alright,” she said. Tawny sidled up even closer, Nick’s cock now sticking straight up between her enormous bra-clad breasts and under her chin. Keeping eye contact, she gave him another little run of her tongue over her lips and glanced down at his cock suggestively. He whimpered. She giggled and reached behind her back. Two snaps later, her bra fell away, and her breasts bounced free, walling his cock on three sides with smooth, delectable flesh but still not quite touching him. His cock poised between her breasts about level with her nipples, she pinched the little eraser-nubs and rolled them between her fingers with a soft moan.

“Oh my God,” Nick muttered, his mind spinning. They were so close he could almost feel them, as if his brain was filling in the blanks for his eyes. Tawny giggled like a little schoolgirl and bit her lower lip.

“You do like them, don’t you?” she said, looking as if she would burst into tears if he said no. This girl is not of this Earth, Nick thought. But he simply nodded, and Tawny smiled back. She slowly stood, still keeping eye contact, and placed her hands on the back of his chair on either side of his neck. Her tits swung close to his mouth, and he lunged forward to get a nipple into his mouth. Tawny quickly recoiled and covered her tits with an arm, wagging a finger at him.

“Ah-ah-ah, Nicky!” she giggled, “Everything from here on in comes at a price.”

“What do you mean?” Nick blurted, feeling idiotic as soon as he said so. Of course he knew. He’d just never been in such a situation.

“Well,” Tawny said, walking around him again [with Nick trying to follow her with his eyes], “I’ll…touch you…but you have to give me something in return.”

Nick scoffed. “What do I have that you could possibly want?”

Tawny stopped in front of him and leaned with one hand on the table, he hips angled towards it. “The man. In the blue sweatshirt. Carrying the MP5. What is his name, and who is he?”

Nick laughed, realizing she was referencing one the men he’d been with under the bridge. “Even if I knew who and what you were talking about, what would I get in return?”

Tawny smiled at him. “Well,” she began, “I’m very accommodating. Buuuut how about I take this [she picked up the bottle of Baby Oil]…and pour it aaaaall over these [she dribbled it over her tits, letting it run down and over her belly]…then I kneel here [she knelt between his knees, her tits just barely not touching his cock]…and wrap them around your cock and stroke up…and down…over…and over.”

“Jesus…” Nick gasped softly, looking down at his crotch. Tawny stared back up at him, her dark hair falling about her shoulders, her glistening tits poised on either side of his cock, and her oily hands holding them, ready to wrap that warm soft flesh around his manhood and send him into the stratosphere.

“Well?” she said, cocking her head slightly and smiling dazzlingly. Nick just nodded, melting inside, willing to do anything to get those tits around his cock. “What’s his name?”

“Erik Stern,” Nick said, never taking his eyes off his cock and Tawny’s tits.

“Who was he?” Tawny asked, jiggling her tits in her hands.

“He was a hitman, from Germany. Operated mostly in Italy, the Balkans, Hungary and Romania. His codename was Brick Wall, and he was responsible for the Greenspan murders on the south side,” Nick said quickly, as if hypnotized. Tawny hefted her oily tits.

“Anything else?” she said quietly, smiling winningly.

“That’s all I know, I swear,” Nick gasped, “Please…”

Tawny seemed to consider a moment, then nodded and smiled again. “Alright, I believe you,” she said, “Annnnnd I guess you’ve earned…this.” With her last word, she wrapped her slippery, oily tits around Nick’s huge cock. He gasped and groaned, tilting his head to the ceiling for a moment before snapping it back to watch the action. Tawny began to pump her tits up and down his shaft, coating his cock with the baby oil, her flesh sliding over his glans in a continuous stream, sending electric shocks right up his spine.

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I stood facing the wall, my own wall in my own apartment. My hands were spread out in front of my face. I felt him behind me and felt myself naked and vulnerable. I waited, anticipating.

I had only met him a few weeks before. We had texted and emailed for a long time before finally meeting. Daily emails. Letters, really. They could’ve been written by hand, put in an envelope and mailed with a stamp.

Finally we met in a cocktail bar. I was immediately attracted to him, not only physically but his mannerisms, his energy. They were intentional, certain. We walked out, that first time, walked along a park that was fenced and locked. And there he pulled me aside against the fence and kissed me hard. I was so turned on. His touch was firm and I yearned for more. His hand travelled under my skirt and explored my thighs. I was aware of strangers passing by. Strangers in windows in apartments across the street. And I didn’t care. I didn’t until his hand approached so close as to almost make me come and then I pushed back, overwhelmed with desire. Reality pushing the boundaries and making me aware of the passersby. Again his hand approached and again I pushed back. It wasn’t really me pushing back but the rational side of my brain, something programmed to say no, not yet. And yet, why not?

We took a cab, gave the directions to my apartment. We made out in the cab and again his hand so close to my orgasm. He told me he was only dropping me off.

“I don’t put out on the first date,” stated his cool demeanor. I accepted. What else could I do.

But today, after another passionate cab kayseri escort ride, he was here, inside my apartment. Before I had a chance to sit down he took my hair in one hand and kissed me hard while his other hand found my nipple and twisted it to erection. I could feel myself getting wet, my hips involuntarily moving towards him. Seconds later his hand had found my clit and I immediately went into an orgasm, my heavy breathing turning to a low groan.

He waited for me to finish coming and proceeded to undress me. He then turned me around to face the wall, his strong hands guiding me, my ass out and exposed. He took off his own clothes, his perfect body next to me. And still I waited.

Finally he approached me. His penis exploring my body exposed, and landing on my ass, pushing against this tightest of orifices. My mind searched for an explanation. We had never talked about anal sex, he had never touched my ass let alone penetrate it in any way. And yet now he was pushing against it with his thick cock. Nothing had ever penetrated me there. Not a finger and certainly not a penis.

And yet I accepted. He pushed slowly, so very, very slowly. And I waited. The more of him that I accepted the more my body opened. Slow, small contractions started building up inside me. To my surprise, I was enjoying this.

His hand reached around and touched my clit and suddenly I could not hold back the contractions that took over my body. I could feel my pussy so wet and yet so empty while my ass was being stretched and filled. I gave in completely and his penis kept pushing further escort kayseri in with a strong, steady pressure.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I groaned loudly, not needing to think at all about the answer.

“I thought so”, he answered in a commanding voice.

I was completely powerless and realized he was still not fully inside me. The pain and pleasure mixed, with pleasure winning by far. My contractions continued while he ever so slowly and steadily kept pushing his way inside me. The more I became aware of his penis inside my ass, the more turned on I became. The contractions never stopped but ebbed and flowed. I could not have imagined the incredible pleasure I had from this. I groaned and found myself involuntarily pushing back against him. I wanted more.

But he was steady, unwavering in his trajectory. Cool and calm and in control he didn’t let me have too much at once; only what he would give me. His hands on my hips controlled my movements. The more accustomed I became to his penis tearing me open, the higher my pleasure until I was screaming in my orgasm.

Finally I felt his body flat against my buttocks. He was completely inside me and I was at the height of my orgasm. I kept coming, screaming at the wall in front of me, pushing against it, until eventually my contractions slowed down.

I was spent. I must have spent 20 min in an orgasm that kept mounting, while he seemed to barely move.

He pulled out and pulled me down on the couch. I laid next to him catching my breath. With my head on his chest, I looked down at his penis, kayseri escort bayan still erect. I realized he had not come and I instinctively reached for his cock with my mouth.

As soon as my lips touched the tip of his penis I was reminded where his cock had been. The smell of my ass penetrated my nostrils. I wasn’t sure whether I was repulsed or turned on but my eyes focused on the veins protruding from his thick cock and I wanted more of him. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock. I loved feeling every protrusion. I explored deeper, taking more of him into my hungry mouth. I felt him push against the back of my throat and I moaned, my mouth vibrating against him. I heard him moan and became more excited by it. Again I wanted him inside me, filling me up. I sucked and licked and I felt him growing harder between my lips. He gathered my hair in his hand and took control of my head. He pushed me down, his cock pushing against my throat. I choked and coated his penis in my thick saliva. And still I wanted more.

I took a deep breath, by now my nostrils were becoming wet, making it harder to breathe. I went down again, trying to take more of him in my mouth. He was moaning again.

“Don’t stop,” he said.

Not that I would dare. His cock felt thick and hard inside my mouth. My lips held tight against him. I looked up at him as I tasted a stream of cum against my throat. Bitter and thick yet I relished it. I tightened my lips even more to make sure not a drop slipped out. I slowed my movements and waited for his cock to empty into my mouth. I held on with my lips until his penis became more soft. I then let go, swallowed his cum and laid back on his chest catching my breath.

As I came back into my body I felt my ass sore from the unexpected penetration. The next day the feeling persisted as a reminder of my new found pleasure.

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The Lady Eloise knelt in the forest clearing, her hands folded on her knees. The young noblewoman’s demure posture was almost prayer-like, betrayed only by the streaks of creamy white semen that were splashed across her face. Next to her, slumped almost to the ground, was Ranulf, every inch the exhausted warrior. His face wore a curious expression of fulfilment and defeat. And so it was: for all his skill in combat, he had been proven completely unequal to Eloise’s skill in the ways of sex.

Despite her apparent calmness, Eloise’s mind was whirring. When she had first issued her challenge to Ranulf, it had seemed that nothing more would follow than some mutual masturbation. But as she had turned the tables, using only her fingers, her mouth and her words, a whole vista of possibilities had opened out to her. And it excited her, the thought of using the young knight to fulfil her desires, and maybe being used by him to fulfil his. So Ranulf’s forfeit would not be simple, or immediate; rather, it would be something delicious that both of them could savour.

Ranulf looked up at Eloise. He still seemed confused about what had just happened, as if in the shattering aftermath of his orgasm he realised what a complex web he had just weaved with her. He took a deep breath, and then bowed his head as if in homage. “And what, my lady,” he asked slowly, “is the forfeit you require of me?”

Eloise laughed gently. “Oh cheer up, you silly man.” She wiped away some cum that was dripping from her chin. “I just offered my face for your seed, didn’t I?”

Ranulf smiled. He had always been a curious combination of paladin, lover and child, which was why Eloise found their new entanglement so fulfilling. “You look,” he said happily, “like a whore. A whore of the highest blood, but a whore nonetheless.”

Eloise smiled back. “I feel like one, too. Anyway, your forfeit. You probably think that I expect you to pleasure me, as I pleasured you.”

“It would be an honour, my lady.”

“But, in all your excitement, you may not have realised that I took the opportunity of pleasuring myself. Now, being a woman, that is no bar to further satisfaction. But I can see you are a tired knight, and besides a pleasure that is delayed may also be a pleasure increased.” It was true that in the privacy of her own room, the Lady Eloise could happily frig herself for a couple of hours, teasing her soaking sex to the point of orgasm, her nipples stiff and red with expectancy, and then let the immediate need pass, until the passion became too much and she succumbed to a terrible tortured release. “So, knight, this is the errand that I want you to perform for me tomorrow.”

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Ranulf rode slowly through the village. He knew exactly who we was looking for. He had seen the young peasant woman many times before, and something about her rather saucy demeanour had always suggested to him that she might be a ripe fruit for plucking. In the past there had always been a reason not to pluck, so as to speak, but now, in fulfilling Eloise’s errand, he had the perfect excuse.

Not, it had to be said, that Eloise had been bothered as to the willingness of the target. Her precise words had been for him to “persuade, bribe or force” a woman to come with him. Ranulf would make that particular decision when it came to the time; he was reluctant to violate some wretched serf, although there were one or two of the haughtier noblewomen in the Marches who could probably benefit from being forced on their backs and fucked hard, whether they liked it or not.

There was no sign of the young woman. Ranulf was debating whether to ride back through the village or to meet Eloise and admit defeat, when he noticed a woman walking through a nearby field. She was older than the young saucepot he had been seeking, probably a mother of her own children, but hard work in the fields ensured that she had a strong, lithe physique that Ranulf instantly found alluring. She also reminded him of his Aunt Matilda, who had often provided the mental image while he privately pleasured himself.

It seemed perverse, therefore, to ask where the younger woman was, when an equally good victim was here at hand. “You there!” Ranulf called out.

The woman turned, and seeing the young knight bowed her head slightly in respect. “Yes, sire?”

“I am looking for Fallow’s Barn. Do you know where it is?”

“Yes, sire. Through those fields, across the burn, and then through Taplow’s Coppice.” She was still not looking at him.

“Sounds complicated. Is it far?”

“About two miles, sire.”

“I see. Will you show me the way?”

The woman looked demurely down at her heavy load of laundry. “Sire, I have many things to do…”

“I’ll pay you for your time, antalya travesti of course.”

She looked up at him now, and Ranulf had the feeling that she was appraising him in just the same way he had assessed her. She had a fine face, and dark hazel eyes; it was insolent for her to look at Ranulf like this, but he could feel his cock stirring all the same. She would make a fine conquest.

“If you say so, sire.” She put down her basket. “Fallow’s Barn is this way.” She started to walk away.

“That will take all day. Climb up here.” The woman looked a little uncertain. “Take my hand, I’ll help you up.” With a shy smile the woman reached up and Ranulf could feel the calluses caused by a lifetime of hard work as he lifted her effortlessly in front of him. He urged his horse on to a slow walk.

“I don’t know your name.”

“I am Sarah, sire.”

“I am Ranulf, of Temperley.”

The woman nodded. As Ranulf had expected, and intended, her position directly in front of him on the horse was extremely intimate. With his arms either side of her holding the reins, he kept brushing her full breasts, while the motion of the horse kept pushing her bum back onto his groin in a very agreeable way, making his cock stiffen. It was another hot and humid day, and there was something almost mesmerising about their journey.

Sarah wriggled a little, her bum rubbing against his cock. “You are bony, sire,” she said a little breathlessly.

Ranulf chuckled. “And you, mistress Sarah, are soft and sweet, which may explain why I am so bony.”

Sarah wriggled again, this time quite deliberately pushing against Ranulf’s erection. “I do hope I’m not giving you discomfort, sire.”

Ranulf pushed himself forward, pressing his hardness to Sarah’s behind. “Quite the opposite, Sarah. And you, how is your comfort?”

Sarah cheekily took one of Ranulf’s hands, and rested it lightly between her legs. He could feel the heat of her excitement. “I do feel a little warm, sire.”

“Let me see,” said Ranulf, easing his hand past the layers of Sarah’s garments, ” if I can find what the matter is.” Delving further down, his fingers brushed through the bush of Sarah’s pubic hair, before encountering the soft wet lips of her sex. “Not just hot – wet,” he whispered into Sarah’s ear.

Sarah leaned back against Ranulf. “I wonder, sire,” she breathed, “if in some way putting your boniness and my wet heat together would resolve both our discomforts.”

“I think you’re right, Sarah,” said Ranulf, and kicked his horse into a gallop.

+++

The Lady Eloise shifted restlessly in her hiding place in the barn. She wasn’t uncomfortable – in fact she had been rather lucky in finding a place that would both allow her full view of what was going on, while at the same time being sufficiently private for her to pleasure herself thoroughly as the spectacle unfolded. No it was rather impatience, and a slight nervousness that Ranulf might not show, that caused her agitation.

Just then she heard the rapid drumbeat as Ranulf’s horse galloped up the barn. Eloise parted her underclothes, ready from the beginning to enjoy everything that happened. Ranulf came running into the barn, towing Sarah behind him. Eloise had a moment to consider that she didn’t feel any jealousy to see Ranulf with another woman; it seemed that whatever connection Eloise had with him carried less power than her desire to play the dark games they had now embarked on.

As Ranulf and Sarah embraced, Eloise scrutinised Ranulf’s choice. Sarah was older than Eloise had expected, but she was a fine and attractive woman nonetheless. Eloise was particularly captivated by the fullness of Sarah’s breasts, and was looking forward to seeing them bared for her pleasure. Added to that was the fact that Sarah bore some resemblance to Ranulf’s Aunt Matilda, a beautiful but difficult woman. How delicious, thought Eloise, for it to seem as if Ranulf was fucking his own aunt.

Ranulf too seemed interested in Sarah’s breasts. His hands were squeezing and mauling them, much to Sarah’s pleasure. Eloise was surprised that Ranulf’s apparent roughness could be so exciting, and wondered what it would be like to be manhandled so. It would feel good, she decided.

Ranulf pulled Sarah’s garments roughly down to her waist. Her breasts, creamy white in contrast to the bronzed tan of her face and arms, were full and round; from the way Sarah stood it was clear she was proud of them, and excited to display them like this.

Without even realising what she was doing Eloise pressed her fingers inside her sex. She couldn’t take her eyes of Sarah’s breasts. Eloise had expected her attention to be focused on Ranulf, and was both shocked and thrilled to realise travestileri antalya that she could find another woman so exciting.

Ranulf reached down to kiss and bite Sarah’s breasts, and she offered them to him eagerly, holding his head against them. “You like my titties, don’t you?” she asked. Eloise nodded unconsciously , her fingers busy on her clit as she imagined how soft and sexy Sarah’s titties would feel in her mouth.

Sarah dropped to her knees, and after a few seconds’ fumbling released Ranulf’s erection. She stroked it gently, then began rubbing it around her breasts, paying particular attention to her large brown nipples. “Does that feel good, sire, my soft white titties against your cock?” Ranulf just nodded. Once again the determined warrior who had almost dragged Sarah into the barn had been transformed into a nodding serf by a few soft strokes and words. Sarah cupped her breasts around Ranulf’s cock, and Eloise could see from the look of even deeper ecstasy on Ranulf’s face that the sensation was incredible. “Mm, that feels good, fucking my big titties, sire, doesn’t it?” The sight of Ranulf’s hard penis sliding between Sarah’s breasts looked good too. Eloise was torn between the fear of Ranulf cumming too early, and the beautiful prospect of Sarah’s titties covered in Ranulf’s semen.

Sarah bent her face down, and releasing Ranulf from her breasts took his cock into her mouth. For the first time Eloise saw that Sarah was busy frigging herself inside her clothing, and the look on Sarah’s face showed how much pleasure she was getting from servicing the young knight. Eloise watched as Sarah took almost the whole length of Ranulf’s erection into her mouth, then slowly released it almost to the end. The Lady Eloise enjoyed sucking cock, but she had never imagined how erotic it could be to watch another woman using her mouth to pleasure Ranulf.

Once again Eloise thought that Ranulf might break his word, and cum in Sarah’s mouth, but as his excitement seemed to be rising too far Sarah let his cock drop from her lips. Sarah dropped back onto the straw, lifting her garments and spreading her legs wide, wantonly displaying her hairy bush and cunt. “Now, sire, I think I have just the thing for your boniness.” She reached down and pulled her lips apart. Eloise licked her lips as she saw the shiny pink flesh of another woman’s sex for the very first time; she felt a sudden, violent hunger to lick and taste Sarah, to press her tongue against another woman’s slit and drink her honey.

Ranulf knelt between Sarah’s legs. Eloise could see that all he wanted was to shoot his spunk inside Sarah’s inviting sex. “I will fuck you, Sarah, yes,” he said, his voice unsteady with desire, “but I cannot finish there. You understand?” Eloise stifled a sigh. It would have been exciting to watch Ranulf and Sarah fucking, but she was thrilled and relieved he was still keeping to his agreement to her.

Sarah smiled at Ranulf, a look of pure devilish lust. She lifted her knees a little to her chest, opening her arse cheeks and exposing the little brown crater of her arsehole. Eloise swallowed. This was even more incredible than she had imagined. There was something almost disturbing at how excited Eloise felt at the sight of another woman’s puckered hole.

“Pleasure my cunt first, sire,” said Sarah, ” and it would be my pleasure to go on my knees for you to finish in my arse.” In the frantic atmosphere of the barn it seemed quite normal for a peasant woman to make demands of a knight.

Ranulf nodded, and dropped down, sliding his cock easily into Sarah’s soaking sex. Sarah gasped at the penetration, and with every rough thrust she panted as her climax approached. Eloise expected Sarah to frig herself, but then she saw that that the rough bush of Ranulf’s pubic hair on Sarah’s clitoris was providing all the extra stimulation needed. Eloise was transfixed by the look on Sarah’s face, watching as her expression passed from juddering concentration, through anxiety as her climax approached, and then flushed sweaty triumph as she bounced and shook her way through a powerful orgasm. It was quite the most beautiful thing Eloise had ever seen.

Ranulf pulled out, his cock still stiff and unsatisfied, as Sarah fought to capture her breath. After a few seconds she turned to him and smiled. “You are an honourable gentleman, sire, and it is my turn to offer you satisfaction.” Still exhausted from her orgasm, she rolled lazily onto her front and then her knees, her arse pointing obscenely in the air.

The Lady Eloise’ mind was a dizzying mess. In all her imaginings of this she had never anticipated that a peasant woman on all fours, her cunt sticky and gaping, her arsehole brown and vulnerable, could be antalya gay such a delicious sight.

Ranulf knelt behind Sarah’s arse, his cock slick and lubricated from fucking Sarah, and pressed his cockhead against her back hole. Eloise’s eyes flickered from Sarah’s bum to her face, wanting to take in every detail of her violation. Eloise saw Sarah flinch as Ranulf pushed into her, and then a look of intense, almost agonising discomfort came over her face.

“Is it good, mistress?” asked Ranulf, ever the gentleman.

Sarah nodded, her hand reaching down to stroke her sex. The look on her face had changed to one of intense concentration, and she was breathing carefully. As Ranulf began to penetrate Sarah’s arsehole more deeply, her expression gradually transformed to strange, intense fulfilment. Eloise had wanted to see what being arsefucked was like, and seeing the serene torture on Sarah’s face made her urgently desire Ranulf’s cock in her own arse. There would be time for that, she reminded herself.

Ranulf, too, wore an expression quite unlike one Eloise had seen before. The hot flesh of Sarah’s impossible little hole wrapped tightly around his cock was transporting him. And, to Eloise’s amazement, Sarah was now pushing her bum back onto Ranulf’s cock, urging him to bugger her more and more violently.

The scene was building to its inevitable climax. Sarah’s fingers, despite her recent climax, were busy on her cunt; Ranulf was fucking her arse with a desperate urgency that showed his own moment was close; and the Lady Eloise’s fingers were busy, one hand furiously working on her sopping cunt, while the other poked a cheeky finger inside her own bum in imitation of Sarah’s ordeal.

Ranulf groaned an animal raw grunt, the tight pressure of Sarah’s anal canal too much as he spurted wave after wave of hot spunk deep into her bowels. Sarah’s second orgasm came simultaneously, utterly different to the first, a shrieking howling bestial release of lust. And Eloise, forced into silence, almost passed out as wave after wave of her orgasm rocked through her.

Then, for some time, silence, until Sarah unsteadily rose to her feet, carefully restoring her clothes to modesty. “Sire, I must get back,” she said.

Ranulf reached for his purse, but Sarah quickly stopped him. “You mean well, sire, I know. But I lay with you because I wanted to, no other reason. Besides,” and she gave him a cheeky smile, “when the score is counted I think I took more from the bargain than you. Let us say nothing more, other than that, if I ever need the help of someone brave, kind and powerful, I know exactly where to come.”

Sarah turned to leave, and then looking directly at the place where Eloise was hiding, gave an almost imperceptible curtsey, a wicked naughty grin splayed across her face. Then she was off and out into the bright sunlight.

Eloise slipped from her secret place, her minding buzzing with the thought that Sarah had knowingly put on such a sluttish display for someone hiding. Ranulf lay on the straw, his cock curling down, his eyes closed, almost asleep. Eloise knelt beside him, and looked again at his face. She was sure he was sleeping. Something base and carnal crept from a dark place into her mind. She rested a couple of fingers gently on her clit. Then she bent down, right down, until her face was only inches away from Ranulf’s cock.

The Lady Eloise breathed in. If not an entirely pleasant smell, it was an exciting one, not so different from when she sometimes sniffed her fingers after they had been in her own bum, but also mingled with the dry saltiness of Ranulf’s cum. Eloise’s fingers danced a swifter tune on her clit as she leant closer, drawing her nose along the limp shaft of Ranulf’s cock.

Eloise began to frig herself in earnest. What had started as little more than nasty curiosity had developed into something desperately exciting. The image of Sarah on all fours had left a powerful imprint, the sight of Sarah’s gaping cunt and brown arsehole appealing to something primal in Eloise’s imagination. She breathed in again, deeply. Her mind was full of Sarah’s bum, spread and exposed, while Ranulf’s cock pounded into it. Unexpectedly Eloise could feel a second orgasm, so soon after the first, welling inside her. A sensation close to panic gripped the young noblewoman. She was smelling the inside of the peasant woman Sarah’s arse, and yet for her it was headier and more intoxicating than the most bewitching incense from Asia. Eloise rocked and shook as her orgasm exploded through her, a torturously sordid moment of self-pleasure.

As Eloise slowly recovered, she saw Ranulf’s eyes were open, and upon her. His face wore a sly grin. “It seems my lady has some dark leanings,” he said. “I like that, but I think it’s only fair that tomorrow you must undertake an errand for me.”

{Once again please send me feedback if you have any ideas what Eloise should do. I have my own ideas but would love to incorporate other suggestions for either Eloise or Ranulf in future chapters.}

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I couldn’t help myself; when I came, it was the most incredible sensation. I screamed and writhed as he came filling me with his come. All the while that he was coming, he kept pounding me hard with his huge cock. When he finished, his huge cock softened a little. He was so huge that he left me with a gaping hole when he withdrew. He then asked my girlfriend Debbie if she wanted to take a fucking in her ass. Debbie is a dear friend of mine and the other day we were talking and the topic of a menage came up. I told her that the only problem that I could envision was that my husband loves anal sex. I discovered long ago that I too enjoyed anal sex. I love the feeling of his huge, thick cock sliding powerfully in and out of my tight, silky smooth, well lubricated asshole. Faster and faster he would thrust his cock into my ass dominating me until the final ultimate domination when he would use my ass as a come receptacle when his cock explodes injecting my ass full of semen. Debbie was a little reluctant with regards to having her ass fucked, but when I told her about the exquisite pleasure that I experience when I am being sodomised and the erotic sensation I get when I feel hot come injected deep in my ass, she became curious and agreed to surrender her anal virginity.

…My asshole was well lubricated in anticipation of being ass fucked. I have a virgin asshole, but from talking to Becky about anal sex, I became curious and I was craving a good ass fucking. I was a bit apprehensive after seeing the huge cock, no – correction fucking huge cock, that I was going to take up my ass, but since Becky could take his cock, I was certain that I could and I wasn’t about to back out now. I was on my elbows and knees with my konya escort ass thrust in the air to give him good access to my ass. I soon felt his huge cock head at my back door. With slow gentle jabs, he slowly stretched my asshole. He was slowly pushing his cock against my asshole, stretching me to the max, but he still wasn’t in me.

“Oh my god, Becky” I gasped. “He’s too fucking big! I can’t take it.”

“Hang on baby,” she cooed. “He’s almost there.”

His cock head suddenly popped in causing me to cry out. He rested for a few moments to allow me to adjust. Holy fuck was he big; bigger than big – he felt fucking huge in my ass and this was just his cock head; I didn’t have any of the shaft yet. He then, very slowly, began to stroke me gently with little jabs and ever so slowly his cock penetrated me. Deeper and deeper it went into my asshole until I was certain that I had almost all of it.

“Is he almost there”, I gasped.

Becky cradled my head and whispered.

“He’s half way in. Hold on you can take it.”

“It’s so fucking big”, I gasped.

“I know lover, but hang in there. You’re gonna love it.”

“After he butt fucks me, I want to watch him do you in the ass again.”

“Okay baby, you can watch him sodomise me.”

My asshole slowly relaxed and loosened up and I was able to get more of that huge cock in me. I felt so dominated by the huge cock as I lay there. I eventually got the entire cock in me – or so I thought. He started to give me longer strokes and before long he had that massive piston pumping all the way in and all the way out. My cunt was dripping wet and as I reached down to rub my clit, Becky gently removed my hand and started to stroke escort konya me. I had been grunting and groaning from the huge, dominating cock up my asshole; when Becky began to rub my clit I started to cry out. When I was close to coming, Becky stopped stroking my clit and grabbed my tight, round ass. She pulled my ass cheeks apart and the cock surged up my asshole deeper that ever. He had been fucking my ass with only half of his huge cock and now I was being fucked with the entire cock – it felt like I was taking a horse cock up my ass. I was screaming now and I wasn’t even coming yet. I then felt a hand start to vigorously rub my clit which caused my body to writhe uncontrollably. I was so close to coming, but I was acutely aware of the firmness of the cock packing my ass, how long, how thick and especially how hard he was banging me. I was pumping my ass and squeezing my asshole to the rhythm of the giant horse cock that was sodomising me. When I came, the intensity was blinding. My body went rigid and I lost all control of my muscles. My cunt and asshole were pulsating powerfully as he buried his cock up my ass to the hilt and began to wiggle it in circles as he rubbed my clit. I finally collapsed in a heap moaning and quivering too weak to move. As I lay there, he kept humping my ass – albeit more slowly, but with full strokes.

“Please stop,” I pleaded. “I can’t take any more. You’re way too big.”

He ignored me and kept pumping me. I moved slightly to allow him easier access to my ass and tightened my asshole around his huge cock. I kept clenching my asshole around his cock on the outward strokes. Most men would have lost all control long ago in such a tight orifice, but he had stamina. konya escort bayan I couldn’t take much more – he was just too fucking big. I grit my teeth and humped my ass to his ever increasing rhythm. Becky held me and offered encouragement.

“Hang on baby,” she cooed. “He’s almost there.”

“He’s too fucking big,” I gasped. “I can’t do it. I can’t bring him.”

I lay flat on my stomach as this stud rode me; over and over again his massive cock was pulled all the way back and then thrust forward until it was buried deep in my ass and reaming my asshole. All I could do was to lie there and take it. I pleaded with him to stop, but instead he reached down to rub my clit. Very soon I was again screaming in ecstasy. The come surged through my body like the cock was surging into my asshole. I was amazed at the force of the injection. Over and over he spurt into me. He took his cock out briefly and directed a jet right on my asshole. He then impaled me again right to the hilt and lay still. His huge cock was pumping come deep into my asshole – I couldn’t believe how much come I was getting. I began to violently milk his cock with my asshole to get more come. His come soothed my burning asshole and when he finished coming, I wanted to keep his cock up my asshole. He softened, but he was still massive and hard.

“He’s soft,” I lied. “Let me get him hard for you.”

With all of that come up my ass, my asshole was very slippery – especially when it mixed with the anal lube. He laid on top of me, resting, as I massaged his cock with my asshole. He was so deep in me and slowly, I could feel him getting fatter and harder. I began to hump my ass in circles to further stimulate him. Finally when he was full bore, lead pipe hard, I raised my ass up until I was on my knees. I looked over at Becky and told her that it was her turn to be sodomised. When the fat cock was removed, I felt a cold breeze waft over my enlarged asshole causing a shiver to run up my spine.

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Ass

We’d been playing around, doing this and that, when she slowly rolled over and gradually pulled her knees up under her tummy, head down on the pillow.

“What are you waiting for?” She was just itching for it.

“I’m just looking.”

She glanced back and gave me a low growl. “And you like what you see?”

It was a great bottom. Not that kind of Bettie Page hourglass, not teenage tight. just wide, round, womanly. She’s pretty with her clothes on, but that super rear always made me hard just thinking about it. Whenever we got together, watching her undress, bending over when she takes off her jeans and underpants, never failed to get me ready.

“I could like it more.”

“No. Why that? You know it embarrasses me.”

“Nothing embarrasses you.”

“Except that.” She reached between her legs and pulled apart her hairy lips, wide. It was intense. ” Mmmmmm. Please put it in me, I need to be filled up again. Mmmm?”

I gave her a lick. “Mmmm is right. You’re pussy’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. And you taste great.” My tongue swished around, taking in her goo, and started moving up. “Show me som’more.”

“Stop! It’s dirty back there. Just stick it in and do me, I need you inside now.”

We’d just showered so she knew I knew better. “You like dirty.”

“Not that kind of dirty. It’s humiliating. Why do you always want me to do that? Do you like humiliating me?”

“Sort of.” I love women, I don’t want to make them feel foolish. It’s just a turn on when a woman pushes past her boundaries a bit. “Your ass is sexy.”

“My ass is giant.” She jiggled it a little bit. “Look at my big ass all you want. Fondle it, hold it, bump up hard against it when you do me. I love that. But please don’t make me spread it. That’s just nasty.”

“I’m not going to make you do anything.”

She knew I was telling the truth. I wasn’t into forcing anything, and she’d walk out on me if I did. And she’d be right. The fun’s in going places together.

“Well, if I show you, is that it? Will you fuck my pussy then?” She knew that wouldn’t be enough. “Can’t you look and just leave it alone?”

“No.”

I went over and grabbed her hips from behind and drew myself towards her, reaching underneath and touching her nipple. Her legs opened a little, and she started using me like a vibrator. She’d push the crown in between her lips, shove it around, and then pull it out, brushing her clitoris. Her breathing got deeper and she kept sloshing me in and out as she got so wet I almost couldn’t feel her skin. When my dick felt like it was about to drown she took the entire shaft and shoved it completely into her cunt.

“Ohhh, heaven. Your huge cock fucking me is completely heaven.”

“I’m not that big.”

“How would you know?! I know a big dick when I see it. Keep fucking me. Pump that big stick hard against my big, fat ass!”

“It’s not that fat.”

“What do you know? I’m a girl. I know my ass is too fat!” She kept pushing up against me “Fuck me harder!”

One last, strong bump, and I stopped.

“What? Why are you stopping?”

“Because I want to. I told you, I want to look.”

“You already looked! Now fuck me.”

“Not until I get what I’m looking at.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.” Her hands came back and roughly splayed open her cheeks, exposing everything. “OK, see? Now get back inside me. Make me cum with your cock. Please.”

Not yet, I wasn’t ready. My eyes wandered around her big derrieré (she called it, it was kind of fat, but that was just all right with me) and down to her dark starfish. The blood flowed and made feel enormous.

“Why are you looking at my asshole? It’s nasty isn’t it? Please stop looking at it and… just stop. Noooo, don’t lick it, please don’t.”

I couldn’t help myself. My saliva came off my tongue, mixing it up with the pussy juices that had leaked down.

“Hmmmm, you taste good.” My rimming relaxed her hole just a bit.

“Noooo,” she said again. “It can’t taste good, it’s my ass.” Hidden in the mattress, I could still feel her face reddening.

Hugging her from behind, we fell over, spooned. My cock had slipped up into her crack, but she knew she was in no danger of entry. Her whole body suddenly relaxed.

“Why do you do that to me? Do you really want to fuck my rear end?” She knew I fantasized about anal sex all the time, that it got me off without fail. Which, of course, she liked. Getting me off that is. She also knew I didn’t particular want to really do it. Sort of. It didn’t really feel as good as a pussy, but God, it still got me going.

But she was starting to get into the game. “Why would anyone want to fuck my stinky bottom, when my pretty vagina is just creaming to be fucked?” Her friends would never know it, but she loved dirty talk, loved it.

“You love thinking about ass fucking, don’t you? Any ass fucking. Mine, any girl’s, right? Ass ass ass ass. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Any ass fuck would make your cock shoot white sperm everywhere.” Maybe the raunch came out because she was antalya travesti facing away from me. Or because she particularly liked the feel of my cock in her ass crack today. Who knows, but I was ready to roll with whatever it was.

“You like thinking about taking my ass don’t you?” she whispered. “You want me to get some beautiful panties, that you can see through? Black? Red? Or just white? Little by little I’d slide them down and just as you see my hairy cunt I’d turn around and slip them off my huge ass.”

Her crack was barely going up and down against my erection. It was excruciating.

“You want to bend me over and so you can stare at my ass, have me spread myself?” My hand was on her pussy and it was leaking so much you’d think she’d peed. “Why don’t you put your finger there? Just touch me. Don’t go in.”

Now we were getting somewhere. I was coated with her juice so I could just slip around the rim, relaxing her muscles enough they were starting to pulse. Kissing up and down her neck helped too.

“You want to tongue my a-hole until it opens up, don’t you? You’ll stick you nose up my hole and move it around, keeping licking me until you can slip your finger all the way up my ass.” Her juice was really pouring out now, soaking the sheets. “Just put the tip in. In the back.” That’s my girl.

“Oh ohhh ohh good good. You’re inside me, you’re in my ass, you’re fingering my ass and my cunt at the same time. Keep going, fuck me with your fingers. Keepkeepkeee…..ppp. Oh shit! You’re making me cum! You’re in cunt and my ass and I cumming everywhere.”

And she was. Her whole body was bucking against my hands that were in her hold and my hard dick was waving in the air brushing against her skin every now and again. But it was enough, what with her screaming, her cumming, her squirting. I was trying to hold back, but our bodies were both heaving and my cum starting shooting out in the air almost by itself, like sex magic. We were wetting ourselves and everything in sight. But it didn’t matter.

Sex magic.

But she was just getting started. I’d already started to deflate, but she was revving up all over again.

“You’re not done, are you? I’m not, not by a long shot.” She started giving me small kisses all over my chest. “That was so much fun I need more. What can I do to get you hard again?” The kisses were going lower. “Oh, you’re all messy. Maybe I can clean you up.”

Her tongue started moving across my sensitive head, slurping up the sticky stuff. The whole head went into her mouth and over the shaft while she coated her hand with the cum on my leg.

“My hand’s all wet now, my fingers too. What can I do with all that wet?” Before I knew it a wet finger snaked up between my legs and was rubbing around. “Oh yes, a puckered up little hole. Your puckered up hole. Maybe I can figure out what’s so great back there. Do you think?”

I couldn’t believe it. I’d hinted around a couple of times when she was sucking at my balls with no reaction. And now, there it was, a wet, cummy digit right at my asshole.

“Oh, I can feel your ass opening up for me. And now it’s clamping down. Is that how it feels for you?” I moaned some kind of yes. “No wonder, it feels awesome. And wonder of wonders, you stopped getting soft.” She was damn right, her fingering had starting inflating my erection all over again. “Get on your knees, maybe I can get another finger up there. Now, you spread ’em for me!”

The tables were turning.

“That looks so hot. So obscene. I’m beginning to get your slutty anal fascination.” She slobbered all over my ass, getting it completely wet, and stuck her finger back in. Then, somehow or other, she scooted under me on her back, sucking my cock and shoving a second finger inside at the same time. In and out, I was getting harder still.

“I bet I can make you come again for once. I bet I can make myself cum without even touching myself. I’m sucking your stiff penis and fucking your asshole with my fingers. I’m going to keep it up until we both cum again.” Her mouth sucked me in again.

Yes, please. I couldn’t even get the words out, when I started shooting into her mouth. She doesn’t really like swallowing my loads, at least that’s what she always says. And then I heard her screaming, well not really, her mouth was full with my stuff, but there were these guttural noises coming from inside her throat and I saw her body bucking up and down underneath me, and piss was streaming out of her cunt.

“Oh I’m cumming again!” I kind of heard her shouting around my cocking. “Cummminnnggg, shhhhiiittt.” Her cum juices were flying everywhere and mine was spurting into her face.

“God, I never knew your ass was such a turn on.”

Hallaluelah.

“But, I still don’t want you looking at my asshole like you do.”

“What does that mean?”

This was getting kind of nuts.

“I mean, I kind of get what you’re liking about it. But I still think it’s too trampy. You know, “it’s an output, not an input” kind of thing.”

“Wait travestileri antalya a minute, what’s happening here?”

“Come on,” she whimpered, as she was cuddling all around me. “I’m still a good girl, not an ass fucker.”

I don’t know, it seemed to me she was getting pretty much into ass fucking a minute ago.

“Can’t we just go back to normal sex? I know you’re wasted, but I still need a little more loving.”

Right, she still wanted to cum some more, and she’s trying to go back to the innocent “I don’t do dirty things” mode. There was something about this woman that wanted to go kinky, but the sexiest way for her was to be pushed into it. OK, I can do that. I started rubbing her pussy. Barely touching like she liked it.

“Slow, slower, slower, yessss. I love it when you touch my clitty. A little harder. Suck my titty too. A little slower. Suck it. Yesssssss.”

A lot of little orgasms came and went while we were both getting revved up again. My cock and balls were getting some fondling too, soft as they were, trying to get filled up again. But those hands seemed to be working hard to stay away from my ass. My hands, however, were doing overtime. As I was tonguing her nipple I moved my thumb onto her clitoris, leaving wet fingers to do a little exploring.

“MMmm, don’t go in, OK? It feels good outside, but I can’t let you go in again. OK?”

I moaned an answer, neither yes or no, but she seemed satisfied for the moment.

“Wait a minute, I’ve got to pee.” She scrambled off and was back in a flash.

“Stop.”

“What.”

“Just stop, stand there, I want to look at you.”

She looked gorgeous naked. Especially naked after sex and orgasms. Her body was completely relaxed. Not slack, just comfortable. She’d let her hair go completely grey, beautifully silver, utterly sexy. Her breasts were large, not too large like she thinks, but nice. A bit droopy, sexy droopy, hanging in a totally fertile female way. Suckable. Her way long (still dark) pubes were wild. I know it’s fashionable to be shaved, and I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t sometimes wonder what her naked lips would look like, but it’s hair that does it for me. I guess I just think hairy cunts are exciting.

After a few seconds she started coming towards me. “No. Turn around.”

“Come on, no. We did that. No.” I think she was scared it was going to turn her on again.

“If you want some more of me I’m going to need a lot of help. A lot. So let me see your fat pumpin’ ass. Turn yourself around. Do what you’ve got to do to make me hard. You want my cock in your pussy again, don’t you?”

“Whatever you need, pervert.” She made a big deal about stamping around with her hands on her hips. “OK?”

“Bend over.”

A resigned sigh. “OK? Like my big, jiggly butt?” And jiggled it, in case I didn’t get the message.

“Spread your legs a little. And wet your finger with your cunt juice.” I was starting up again.

“No, I’m not putting my finger in my ass! I’m not.”

“Do you wanna cum again?”

She knew I was serious so her middle finger started snaking back. “It feels funny.” But she kept going.

“Open up so I can see it going in.”

“What kind of perv are you anyway?”

“The kind of perv you love to perv with, right?” I felt her moan yes. “The kind of perv that want to see that wiggly butt open up for me, so I can see it, lick it, finger it, and fuck it. OK?”

Her cheeks were spread, her finger was in, and she nodded with another groan. “I can’t believe I’m doing this for you. It’s so crude. Sexy, but really dirty. Can I come over to the bed now?”

She came over and climbed on top of me. “Can I fuck you now, please? My way? Without all this ass talk?” She heaved her pussy crack over my erection and moved it up and down, showering it with her cream. “That’s better. Just good old penis pussy creamy normal sexy sex.” And she grabbed me and stuffed it up her cunt. “Oh god yes. Grab my tits, no let me shake them in your face, no squeeze my nips, no bite them, noooooo, yessss…… Shittttttt, I’m cumming again! Oh god!” Her cunt kept jamming down on my cock.

She settled down for a minute. “Can I sit on your face now? I want to feel your tongue up my puss.” She knew I was always up for that and settled onto me before I could answer. “Oh yes, move it around. Yes.” Another small orgasm came and was drenching my face. “It’s like pee, isn’t it? But it’s not, is it? It’s just my cum juice all over your face,” she squeaked out as another spasm hit her. “Hey, what’s that? Where are you going? I thought we were done with that.”

“Just go with it,” I gurgled through her gushy lips. My thumb made it up her bum while her cunt was spewing more and more juice almost drowning me.

“Ohh, more. I want you deeper in my ass, I want your tongue in my cunt. Fuck me everywhere while I fuck your face.” She started cumming. And then she stopped.

“Fuck me again with your cock. Please.” She lifted herself off my face, lifted her pussy and started antalya gay fucking me for real. “I love your cock so much, it feels so hot in me.” I held her hips and started grinding her around. “That sooo sexy when you hold me like that. Hold open my cheeks now. Push me in more.” Her lips were totally open on my penis now, her ass cheeks too. “I’m so open to you everywhere. Mmmm, kiss me.” And now her mouth was kissing me too. “Now, touch my ass. Lightly.”

I stretched myself back there, my dick pushing in even more, harder than ever.

“Lightly. Just rub it around the rim. That’s right. Fuck me and rub me.” I’m good at that. “You are so hot.”

Me?

“You fuck me so good, I love fucking with you.” She started slowing down a little. “Stop, let me try something.”

Her hands grabbed me between the legs, wet, cold. From out of nowhere she’d gotten some lube and was working it all over me. My erection was straight up in front of her slit, like she was trying to find a slot to fit it in. Talk about a vertical smile.

She sat up and held her breasts out to me. “Now, look at my big tits. I love it when you stare at my naked titties, you make me feel like your personal slut. Your whore.” My wobbling probably said it all and then she started shaking them in my face. “Keep looking at my titties and think about your dick shooting all over them.” She took my lubed cock in her right hand and was moving it across her slit, grunting all the time, and then started moving it back.

“Pinch them, pinch my nipples so hard it’s almost too hard.”

I was a little scared to pinch that hard, but before I could stop she put the crown of my dick right at her asshole. “More.” Her eyes winced in pain and at the same time I heard a wet plop and I felt my penis go in. “Oh, squeeze squeeze squeeze my nipples more! Oh, you’re in, your cock is in my ass! Oh God oh God oh God.”

And I was. I was fucking her ass and she was liking it.

Then she stopped moving and stopped talking. “Are you OK?”

“Shhhh,” she whispered. “I’m getting used to it. Shhh.”

I wasn’t going to say a word.

Gingerly, her body started moving, in a tiny, tiny circle. Her words barely croaked out, “I can’t believe I got your big penis in my little asshole. Oh yeah, that’s it, just sit there and let me move. It’s immense. Ah. I thought it was big in my mouth, but up my backside it feel like it’s going to split me open. But it’s not! It’s just fucking my…. Ohhhhhh God it’s amazing.”

It was, it was amazing watching her head thrown back while she figured out the feelings she was getting from me inside her dark hole, her back arched. Her whole bush was exposed and gaping, creaming constantly. I reached out to massage her opening.

“That’s good baby. Slow. Barely touch it. But. Touch. It. Yessss.”

Her hips were hardly moving up and down but I could feel her cheeks pushing on my legs.

“Mmmm, it’s so different than your cock in my pussy. I can feel every millimeter of you, I know where every vein in your cock is.” I had no doubt. “Put your thumb in my pussy, play with it.”

Her cunt sucked me completely in and her bum kept clutching at my cock.

“Oh baby, you’re in me everywhere. I’m so full of you. Everywhere. It feels so good, so sexy, so whore-y.”

The deeper my dick was up her ass the more cunt juice was spewing out. “It’s so hot to be fingering my pussy while you’re fucking my ass. You feel even bigger. My tits feel bigger, my cunt feels bigger, my ass even feels bigger. It feels so good.” She reached back and found my sack.

“Careful or I’m going to shoot that cum right now. I’m on the verge.”

“Don’t! Not yet! I’m just getting used to being a butt fucker. If I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, I want it to last as long as possible. I wanted to feel what you balls felt like up against my ass. Hmmm, they feel so full. I wish I could see them there.”

“Next time we’ll set up a camera.”

“Yes, next time. It would be so sexy to see you in my ass, wouldn’t it? Do you think we could catch your cum dripping out?”

What has happened to this woman?

Suddenly, she stopped again. “I have to cum.” Was I arguing? “But let me do. Let me make myself cum, let me make you come. Let me make the whole world cum!” She obviously liked being in control of our ass fucking. “Just lie there and let me use my slutty body to get us off. I want to be the best whore in the world.”

She leaned over an fed me a nipple. “Ah, that pulled your dick out a little. Lick my fingers.” She took my saliva and slathered it on my penis. “Yeah, slide it in a little more. Yesss. Now, suck my tit for all it’s worth.” She pulled it out of my mouth and pinched it herself, using the other hand to manipulate her clit. As her cum was surging out she was fucking up and down my shaft.

“You like my ass, don’t you? I can’t believe I waited this long to give it up. You like fucking my ass, my cunt, my mouth. You like fucking every hole I have. Yessss…. Keep it pumping inside me. Faster, fuck my asshole faster deeper. Uhhh, you’ve so deep, you’re fucking me up to my throat. Ohhh, thank you for fucking me so good, ohhhh, fuck fuckfuck. Give me all your white juice, I want your cum deep in my asssss, please. Shiiiitttttt, I’m cumming, I’m cumming so hard with your hard dick up my ass.”

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The Reunion

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Abella Danger

Debbie had been getting ready for this reunion for nearly a year. She had missed her 20th reunion because her then-husband was a jealous possessive jerk that wouldn’t let her go. She’d made it to ten and fifteen, but hadn’t been to another of her high-school reunions in ten years. She was really excited about it making it to this reunion, and had seriously amped-up her workouts the closer it got. She waited until just a couple of weeks before the big night to buy a new dress, so that it would tightly fit what I had started calling her “reunion body”. She was always fit, and kept herself in great shape, but she really wanted to make an impression at her 25th reunion, and it was showing. Her legs were just a little more toned, and her abs a bit more defined than usual. She’d also been tanning nude on our deck most of the Summer. She was looking great, and unlike her jealous and insecure ex, I couldn’t wait to show her off.

The reunion was in town, but we had booked a hotel room across the street from the venue so we didn’t have to worry about a late drive home. I went to a different school, so I only knew a couple of Debbie’s closest friends at the reunion. We sat with two couples who were also still local, some of the people that I already knew, for dinner. After dinner, everybody gathered in the bar area, and started mingling. I was getting introduced to somebody new every couple of minutes. Debbie was laughing and hugging person after person that came up to get re-acquainted.

We eventually wound up on the dance floor, and everybody was having a good time. Debbie was getting a lot of looks from both the men and the women in the crowd. She looked fabulous in her new short tight dress and black stiletto heels. She was having fun dancing sexy in front of me and putting on a show for the onlookers. She also often paired up with one of the other girls, which she knew I, and all the other guys, really enjoyed. A few guys eventually had the balls to come up and dance with her after enough drinks. She would always spin around at some point during the dance, back up against her partner, grind her ass against his crotch, and look over at me and smile. I loved it, and she knew it. One guy got scolded by his wife after a dance with Debbie and was then quickly dragged to the exit by her.

The crowd had thinned down by about half as the night wore on. We needed a break, so we headed back over to the bar to get a couple drinks and cool off. Debbie got into a conversation with two other girls and I leaned against the bar and sipped my bourbon. Two of the guys I had met earlier came over my way and I nodded at them as they stepped up. Tim was the tall, thin, blonde guy, and Greg was the stockier dark-haired guy, I mentally reminded myself. Tim had never been married, and Greg was recently divorced I had learned earlier in the evening. They had come to the reunion together, and had been good friends since high school.

“Man, Debbie still looks great,” Tim said as he leaned against the bar next to me.

“Thanks, she works really hard to stay fit,” I replied.

“She hasn’t changed at all since high school,” Greg added.

“You know, we both were in her senior year Chemistry class,” Tim continued.

“She sat right in front of us. That was the only class that we were both always early for. Right, Greg?” Tim laughed, as Greg nodded and laughed too.

“We never wanted to miss her walking into class, and sitting down in front of us,” Greg added.

“Right. We couldn’t wait to get to Chemistry. And I freakin’ hated Chemistry,” Tim laughed again.

“But Debbie had the best ass in the school, and we got a perfect view of it every day when she would come in, and sit down in front of us. Hope you don’t mind me saying that,” Tim quickly added.

“Not at all,” I replied. “To be honest, her ass was the first thing that really got my attention too,” I admitted. Tim and Greg both seemed relieved to hear that, laughed more, and moved in a little closer to me.

“I gotta tell ya, man, I really, really had a crush on her in high school. She never really paid much attention to me. I mean she was always super nice, but, you know, she was just out of my league. But, oh, did I look forward to Chemistry,” Tim admitted conspiratorially and laughed again.

“He’s not lying. I did too. Hell, I think most of the guys had a pretty hard crush on her back then,” Greg added.

“Back then?” Tim asked. “Hell, I STILL have a crush on her!” We all laughed.

I think Debbie had a feeling we were talking about her, she glanced over her shoulder at me just as Greg finished his confession. I smiled and winked at her, she returned the smile, and went back to her conversation with the girls.

Debbie had her back to us, and the crowd between her and us had cleared as more people left, so we had a good view of her from behind. She did look good in her new, tight, short black dress and black stockings. Her well-defined calves were looking great in her black stiletto heels. She had asked me if I thought the heels konya escort were too “over-the-top” when she brought them home from the store. I had told her they looked great and would be perfect for tonight. They were a little over-the-top, but perfect for tonight in my opinion. Debbie had the highest heels and the shortest dress in the room. They really helped her stand out from the crowd even more than she already did.

“I mean, just look at that. It looks just as tight and sweet as it did in high school,” Tim said, putting his hand on my shoulder and quickly apologizing.

“I’m sorry man, I’ve had a few, and probably shouldn’t be talking about your wife like that,” Tim apologized.

“No worries. I’m not sure what it looked like in high school, so I can’t really confirm your opinion, but I can tell you that it looks very tight and sweet now,” I said looking straight at Tim.

Greg laughed loudly, and after a brief pause, so did Tim.

“You’re alright, buddy,” Tim said taking his hand off my shoulder and slapping my back.

The loud laughter had caught Debbie’s attention, and she looked my way again, shaking her head, and looking from Tim to Greg. I could tell she was wondering what we were talking about, but knew that it involved her. She probably had a pretty good idea.

“I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to grab her ass,” Tim admitted, and Greg chuckled.

“Remember, Greg? We used to talk about it,” Tim added.

“Oh, yeah, I remember. Boy do I,” Greg chuckled again as he looked Debbie’s way.

“God, look at those legs,” Tim said quietly, raising his glass to his lips and staring intently at Debbie.

“I gotta tell ya, buddy, we were watching her the whole time you were out there dancing with her. It was killing us. Aint that right, Greg?” Tim pointed at Greg with his drink.

“Yeah, it was just like high school all over again,” Greg laughed.

“Always staring from a distance, while she was with somebody else,” Greg continued longingly and took a long drink, his eyes never straying from Debbie.

Debbie turned from saying goodbye to her group of friends and walked our way. I gave a little wave to the group as they headed for the door. The crowd was down to just a handful of small groups now.

“What are you boys up to over here?” Debbie asked as she reached us.

“We’re just talking about the old days,” I answered.

“Is that right? And what about them?” Debbie asked, placing her finger at the base of my neck and then running it down my chest to the first button of my shirt, giving it a little flick, and then taking a sip from her glass. I could tell she was a little drunk.

“Mostly you. And Chemistry class,” Tim smiled at Debbie as he answered her question.

“You two were always sitting right behind me,” Debbie said and playfully slapped Tim’s shoulder. I watched Tim’s face, and I could tell he enjoyed the attention.

“You remember that?” Greg asked, surprised.

“Of course I remember. A girl remembers getting ogled every day by two horny guys,” Debbie laughed at the deer-in-the-headlights looks from both Greg and Tim.

“Were we that obvious?” Tim asked after shaking off the shock and taking another drink.

“Oh please. You would elbow each other as soon as I walked into the classroom. It was ridiculous. You were so obvious. But it was cute.”

“Cute? Did you hear that, Greg? She thought we were cute,” Tim asked.

“Sorry about that, but we were just horny teenage boys. We couldn’t help ourselves,” Greg said.

“No need to be sorry. I looked forward to it every day. A girl likes to be appreciated, you know,” Debbie said coyly, and added, “Why do you think I took so long to sit down every day?”

That brought big smiles from all of us, and a whole new level of admiration of Debbie from Tim and Greg.

“Well, you look fantastic, just as hot as ever. More even,” Tim told Debbie, as Greg nodded in agreement. Debbie did a little spin so they could get a good look at her from every side.

“Ah, thanks, you’re sweet,” Debbie said looking up at Tim and smiling as she stopped her turn. I imagined Tim probably felt a little tingle in his drawers at that reply, and that look, from Debbie.

“You know, babe, we gotta run, they’re kicking everybody out in fifteen minutes,” Debbie looked at me and said.

“Fifteen minutes?” I asked. “Really?”

“Yeah, its over at eleven,” Debbie replied.

I was honestly surprised it was that late already. Time had passed quickly. I guess we had been on the dance floor longer than I thought. This conversation was just starting to get really interesting to me too.

“I’m not ready to call it a night yet,” declared Tim.

“Greg and I had a couple of drinks at a little place only about ten minutes from here before dinner. We should all go back there and hang out.”

“That would be cool,” Greg added.

“I have a better idea,” I announced.

“We have a room at the hotel just across the street. Why escort konya don’t you guys swing by that quickie mart on the corner, grab some beer, and meet us at our room?” I asked.

“That sounds awesome!” Tim replied maybe a little too quickly. Debbie was giving me a quizzical look. She knew I was planning something. I gave the guys our room number, and they headed out the door, talking excitedly back-and-forth to one another. I could only imagine what that conversation was like.

“So, back to our room, huh?” Debbie slid up against me, rubbing her chest into mine and looking up at me. “What exactly do you have in mind?” she asked slowly, gazing up into my eyes.

“Nothing really, but those guys worship your ass, and have for at least twenty-five years now, so I’d like to give them a little treat. Something to make this reunion special. I think they’ve earned it,” I said smiling down at Debbie.

She just rolled her eyes at me, turned sharply and headed for the exit, putting just a little extra swing in her hips as she walked across the room. I gladly followed behind, watching those legs, and that tight, sweet ass.

We got to our room and I headed straight for the bathroom to take a leak. Debbie went in after I was finished. I turned on the two table lamps on either side of the bed, and one ceiling light near the entry door. Enough light to see, but not so much light that it was obnoxious. I wanted the guys to get a good view of Debbie, and I wanted enough light to see their reactions, and hers.

Debbie was still in the bathroom when there were three quick knocks at our door. I glanced through the peephole to see Tim standing close to the door, with Greg right behind him holding a case of beer.

I opened the door, and invited them to come in.

Greg sat the beer on the dresser next to the TV, pulled one out, and handed it to me. He grabbed another, and handed it to Tim. He pulled a third out, looked around, and asked, “Where’s Debbie?”

“I’m right here,” Debbie answered before I could, as she stepped out of the bathroom. “I heard the distinctive sound of beers opening. Where’s mine?”

Greg opened the beer he was holding and handed it to Debbie. She took a long drink, walked across the room and sat in the chair at the desk. She propped her feet up on the desk, legs crossed at the ankles, still wearing the black stiletto heels, leaned back in the chair and took another drink. We all just silently watched, enjoying the view. Debbie was showing a lot of leg with her feet up on the desk like that. Her already short black dress slid higher up her thighs when she slid down into the chair. You could just see the lacy top of her thigh-high black stocking on her right leg.

I glanced at Tim, and then at Greg, but neither of them noticed me. They were fixated on Debbie. I smiled to myself wondering what was going through their minds, but having a pretty good idea.

“These guys were telling me how much they admired your rear back in high school,” I said breaking the silence.

“So I’ve heard,” Debbie replied taking another sip from her beer and looking from Greg to Tim as she did. I noticed Greg’s face flush a bit, but Tim didn’t flinch and continued to stare at Debbie’s legs.

Debbie uncrossed her legs and moved her left foot to the edge of the desk, bringing her left knee up. This caused her dress to sneak a little further up her legs, revealing her left inner thigh to us. We could see about an inch of bare thigh above the lace of the thigh-high stocking now. There was something really sexy about that. Tim shifted his weight from foot to foot, and Greg shoved his hands into his pockets. I chuckled just a little knowing they were both repositioning their hardening members.

“I guess I had a nice butt back then,” Debbie said snapping the rest of us out of our thoughts as we admired the new pose.

“Oh, you still do,” Tim quickly replied.

“Oh, yeah,” was all Greg could manage to add.

Debbie giggled a little, and put her left hand on her left knee.

“I don’t know about that. It is twenty-five years older, you know,” Debbie pointed out.

“Stand up and let us be the judge of that,” I commanded. Debbie giggled a little again looking right at me. She dropped her feet to the floor, spun the chair to directly face us, and stood up, all the while keeping her eyes right on mine. I smiled back at her and nodded just one time.

Debbie turned to face the chair, her back to us, put her hands on her hips, and wiggled her butt side to side.

“Looks good to me,” Greg said.

Debbie bent forward at her waist and placed her hands on the arms of the desk chair. She kept her knees locked, arched her back, threw her shoulders back, looked over her right shoulder at us, and wiggled her hips back and forth again.

“Oh, yeah, there it is,” Tim practically moaned out.

I saw a smile on Debbie’s face just before she turned her head away from us, and dropped her chin to her chest, tossing her long hair from her back to konya escort bayan hang over her face. She tossed her head back up again, and with it her long hair whipped back over her head to hang down her back again as she stood up straight. She brought both hands behind her back, and reached into her long, blonde hair. Her right hand remained still, as her left hand came slowly down her back. She was unzipping her dress. She grabbed the shoulders of the dress with both hands, slipped the dress from her shoulders, and slid her arms out. She wiggled her hips back and forth a little as she peeled the dress down over her hips. She let the dress drop to the floor, stepped out of it, and then flicked it under the desk with the toe of her left foot. I could hear Greg and Tim both take in a quick breath as the dress dropped. I was almost as surprised as they were. She was moving along faster than even I had hoped. She must be super horny, I thought.

Debbie stood straight up again, her back to us. She was wearing a silky black slip. It had spaghetti straps over each shoulder, and was shorter than the dress. The bottom of the slip stopped about two inches above the black thigh-highs, just barely below her crotch, and flared out at the bottom. I ran my eyes slowly from her black stiletto heels, up the backs of her shapely legs, to the lace band of the stockings, over the bare skin showing below the silky black of the slip, across her perfectly-shaped bottom, to the tan skin of her bare back and her long, blonde hair framed by the two thin black straps of the slip. What a beautiful sight.

Before anybody could say anything, Debbie ran her hands down her legs slowly all the way to her ankles. She bent at the waist, again keeping her knees straight, and wrapped one hand around each ankle, letting her hair cascade down to almost touch the floor.

As Debbie bent over, the slip slowly moved up, revealing more and more of what Tim and Greg were really interested in, her ass. By the time she grabbed her ankles, the slip was well above her crotch, and her black thong was visible between her ass cheeks. Debbie lingered just long enough for all of us to get a good look before she slowly stood back up. She looked back at me, with a smokey look in her eyes, and I knew she was enjoying herself.

Debbie took a step back from the chair, and bent over to place both hands on the arms of the chair again. She repeated the move from earlier, bending at the waist, and wiggling her hips, but with the dress off it was a whole new show. She alternated bending first her left knee, then her right, swinging her hips side to side, while bent over at the waist, her long hair brushing across the seat of the chair, her ass completely exposed with the thin strap of the thong sliding back and forth just a little with her movements. I was mesmerized, but then caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Tim was doing some major repositioning of an obvious hard-on from outside his dress pants.

Debbie stood back up and turned to face us. As she took another drink, her eyes went to Tim’s crotch and I could see them get a little bigger when she noticed his obviously raging boner. She looked to me, raised her eyebrows, and I could tell she was stifling a giggle. She then sat on the side of the bed opposite the rest of us, near the desk, swung her legs up onto the bed, and wriggled herself up onto the pillows and into the center of the bed. She brought her right knee up, placing her right foot next to her left knee and keeping her left leg straight. She then swung her stiletto-heeled right foot over to rest on the left side of her left knee, placed her right hand on her upraised right knee, and casually took another drink with her left hand. The black slip slid up her thighs stopping just above her crotch, revealing the full length of both stockinged legs. My eyes moved up from her crotch to the two small triangles of silky black material covering her breasts. Her rock-hard nipples were clearly visible as two obvious bumps in the otherwise smooth material. She scooted up farther into the pillows, and the thin strap over her left shoulder slipped off. She slid it back into place with her right hand, but not before I got a quick glimpse of her pale pink nipple. I wondered if either of the other guys had noticed.

Debbie tossed back the last bit of her beer, and sat the empty can on the night stand next to the bed. Greg was standing next to the night stand and offered to grab her another beer, but Debbie declined, saying she thought she’d had enough tonight. She sat up a little straighter and started unbuckling the strap around her ankle on her right shoe. As she worked on the buckle, her left shoulder strap slid down again slowly peeling the small triangle of silky black material down off her left breast, stopping just barely above her nipple. I think her hard nipple may have been what stopped the sliding. She slipped her stiletto heel off her foot with her right hand, and rubbed her foot with her left.

“These shoes may look good, but they aren’t the best for dancing all night,” Debbie said as she continued to rub her right foot. She dropped her right leg down onto the bed, and began sliding her left foot up to remove its shoe, when Tim moved quickly around to the other side of the bed, near the desk.

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A Walk In The Woods

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They had been walking for a few hours, just enjoying the outdoors, the sounds of the forest, the abundance of colors the leaves had become. It was getting late and they were heading back when the clouds started to roll in. It was going to rain and they were far from the car!

“Let’s stop for a minute. My shoes untied.” Michelle said.

She sat down on a fallen tree to tie her shoe and catch her breath, which was not going to happen. Sam had other ideas. As Michelle started to stand up he grabbed her, pulled her into him and pushed his lips to hers. It was a perfect fit, as always. Her lips formed to his, their tongues found each other and wrestled for position within each other’s mouths. Her hands went to the small of his back, his to her ass. This caused a small moan to escape her lips.

His hands now untucked her shirt and pulled it over her chest and completely removed it. MY GOD how he loved her tits! They were amazing. He knew that beneath that bra were beautiful nipples and he had to have them. Ironically, she was removing her bra as he was processing these thoughts.

He kissed his was down the nape of her neck and moved his mouth over her left nipple. Another moan. Her nipple instantly hardened. He let a small smile build. His teeth found her now rock hard nipple and teased it. Another moan, longer and louder this time. His left hand was working her tit, rubbing the nipple and massaging the breast.

He went back to her mouth now as Michelle’s hand went to work on his zipper. Her hands freed his now raging hard cock, and began to rub the shaft from head to balls. Now it was his turn to moan. She heard this and smirked.

“You like that? How about this?” She said this as she dropped to her knees and took avcılar escort him in her mouth. Michelle expertly inhaled him. She could feel his pubic hair tickle her nose as the head of his cock intruded the back of her mouth and throat.

“Oh god babe that feels amazing.”

As she was working the length of his manhood she could feel herself growing wetter as she pleased him. She was now moaning as well. Michelle did not know why, but she loved to taste him. She loved knowing that she was the reason that he was so hard. Most of all, she loved his cock.

He pulled her up to his face now, kissing her hard and deep. His hands were removing her shorts now, pushing them down to reveal her black thong. It was sheer and allowed him a perfect view of her pussy. As he was pushing her shorts over her feet he inhaled her. This instantly had him enraged with lust. He turned her around and bent her over. Her hands were now on the tree that she had just been sitting on. Pushing her thong to the side he pressed his face into her and plunged his tongue into her waiting, wet pussy.

“Oh, yessssssssssss. MMMmmmmmmmm” Is all Michelle could say.

It was at this point that Michelle realized she was getting wetter. But it was from the rain that had been trickling through the canopy of trees. Her hair was beginning to hang down in her face; she could feel trails of rain running little paths down her back, over her ass and down her supple thighs.

His mouth was expertly working her now. He had his lips around her, his tongue was running circles around her clit. He had his hands on either side of her, opening her to his manipulations. He loved to go down on her. He loved her taste. Most of all, he loved to hear her avcılar escort bayan moan and whimper as he licked, teased and probed her pussy with his tongue and finger.

“I want you now. ” Michelle whispered between whimpers of passion.

He stood, removing his shorts and boxers. His cock was rock hard and sticking straight out in front of him. He pulled her thong off as well. As he was standing behind her Michelle’s hand reached back between her legs and guided him to her. He could feel her waiting folds wrapping themselves around the head of his girthy cock. He held his breath and pushed. Immediately they both groaned. He was halfway in and stopped. She was pushing back against him, wanting all of him inside her. Michelle was greedy and needed more. And he gave it to her. With one powerful thrust he was entirely in her. Her head came back and she moaned incoherently.

He felt the walls of her pussy pulsing around him. Slowly, he pulled back, leaving just the head in her. When she tried to push back against him, he held her hips, stopping her movements. He smiled. He loved teasing her like this.

After what felt like an eternity he thrust into her fast and hard. “OH GOD”, was all Michelle could get out before he started pushing into her again and again. Now they were both grunting. He brought his right hand to her right breast and felt the incredibly hard nipple that was protruding there. This caused Michelle to go into overdrive. Her hips were slamming back into him, meeting his every thrust.

They were oblivious to the fact that the rain was coming down even harder now, soaking them both. They were locking on each other, in harmony.

He pulled out of her. She stood and turned around. escort avcılar She lay down on the bed of leaves, wet and clinging to her. He moved between her legs and pushed into her. He could see her eyes as they rolled back, her mouth slightly agape. Her legs instantly wrapped around him. Her hands went to her breasts as he began a rhythm. Each time he was fully inside her he would rock forward, teasing

Michelle’s breath began to come in rapid bursts. She could feel the wave building. Her hips started to grind against him. Her pussy was starting to squeeze and pulse, giving him a sensation she knew would drive him over the edge.

His thrusts became more rapid and stronger. Grunts escaped Michelle’s lips. Sounds of delight were filling the forest. Rain was rolling down his back now. Michelle could feel it running off his body and onto hers.

Then it hit her, that full body sensation, that wave that would take control of her. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her eyes squeezed shut, her hands went to his back and her nails dug into him. Her head was shaking from side to side. Her lips pursed.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Yeeeessssssssssss. Mmmmmmmmmmm. “

Michelle was now fully enveloped in the rapture that is orgasm. This did it. He was falling over that edge as well.

“OH MICHELLE I’M CUMMING!” He cried this out as he thrust deep and hard into her. He released himself in her, feeling her grip him.

They were both cumming hard now. Working each other masterfully. Each feeling the other releasing all they had.

As they lay together, slowly coming down from an incredible experience they realized the rain had stopped.

“It’s stopped raining.” He said as he pushed Michelle’s hair from her eyes.

“Guess we should continue to the car?” Michelle said with a bit of trepidation in her voice.

“Maybe. But I have something else in mind.” He said this as his mouth closed over her nipple. He felt it growing hard in his mouth and knew they would not be going home any time soon.

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So here I was on the road out of Vegas. Not feeling too bad about myself actually. The trade show had gone well and I managed to pick up a few new potential clients. Things were going well for me business-wise and I finally starting to feel confident and comfortable in my success.

Now normally, I’d be taking the 15 back home, but I happened to have a client out in Pahrump. It was a small client, but one of my first. They were having a tiny bit of a technical issue, and since it was just a little out of my way, I figured I’d take an extra day to swing by and straighten things out. Besides, I wanted to preserve my sterling reputation for customer service.

Pahrump Nevada is a little town about an hour outside of Las Vegas. Nothing much but some scattered houses and trailers. It did have a couple of small casinos along the main drag (such as it was), a hospital and a school, but nothing much else. To get there, you drive through some of the most barren, monotonous desert. Not another sole to be seen for miles. It put me in an almost trance, blanking my mind out until I reached the outskirts of town. It was late, about 11 at night. I pulled into the service station to fill up. Then my phone rang and my mood immediately turned bad. It was my wife.

I guess a man shouldn’t get upset when his wife calls, but I couldn’t help it. Dread balled up in the pit of my stomach. I thought for a second I should let it go to voice mail, but then she would just call back later. Reluctantly, I hit the button to pick up.

“Hello?” I said sheepishly

“Where are you?” came the shrill response. Like nails on a blackboard. I winced.

“Pahrump. I told you had a client to see.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re always taking care of everyone but me. Why didn’t you call me earlier? You said you’d call me when you got there.”

“I just got here.”

“WHAT?” she screeched, “Why are you getting there so late? What the fuck were you doing jackass?”

“I was having dinner with…”

“Oh sure, spend all that money on a fancy dinner in Vegas, while I’m here by myself!”

“But honey, it was with a new client. A big one!”

“Yeah, whatever, have they paid you anything yet?”

“Well no, they just signed, but this was a very import…”

“I don’t fucking care, just bring home more money, you little shit.”

What should I have expected? Congratulations? Support? Ha! Either that fat bitch was complaining I was spending too much time working, or she was demanding I make more money for her. Does that seem logical? Of course not. What’s logic or reason got to do with it. All that mattered is that she make me feel worthless. She lived to crush my spirit.

“Look,” I said, exacerbated, “I just want to get to the hotel and get some sleep, OK?”

“Whatever, fine.”

“I’ll call you later. Love y…” but she hung up before I finished.

I filled the tank and got back in my care, quietly fuming. Jesus, what a bitch I married. Nothing ever satisfied her. Fuck knows she never satisfied me. I thought back to last time I had sex with her. So fat and wrinkled, I could barely get it up when I looked at her. I flailed away at that dried up, smelly old cunt. She barely moved, just demanded, “are you done yet?!” I couldn’t even finish. I had to wack-off in the shower later to relieve my prick, thinking about some porn I had watched. Pathetic.

Lost in my misery, I didn’t pay attention to where I was going. When I finally did, I was down some small, dusty back road. Shit, where was the hotel?

I was about to fire up the GPS, when I saw a building up ahead. Low slung and painted in earth tones it was rather non-descript. A few cars were parked out front. I noticed a Budweiser sign in one bostancı escort of the windows.

“Great,” I thought, figuring it was a bar “I could use a drink.”

I parked out front and walked inside. Lost in self-pity, I didn’t even look around and headed straight for the bar and ordered a beer. As I started to pound it back, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone sit down next to me.

“Hey darlin’,” came a sweet southern drawl, “lookin’ for some company?”

I turned a saw a young woman, blond and busty. She was wearing a red lace bustier that barely contained her jiggling breasts. My eyes wondered unconsciously down her bare midriff to her long legs and the stiletto heels she had on. Shocked out of my stupor, I looked around. All over the room, scantly clad women walked around, stopping to chat with the half-dozen or so guys sitting at the tables. I was in a brothel.

One thing I forgot to mention about Pahrump, is that it’s main claim-to-fame is being the closest place to Las Vegas with legal prostitution. Even then, the whorehouses are off the beaten path. In all the years I had visited my client out here, I never went to one.

A bit flumoxoned, I stammered, “Oh, ah, I’m just getting a drink is all, uh, thank you.”

She leaned in closer and put her hand on my thigh, “Names Peach, baby, like Georgia peach. Sure you don’t want to party?” She licked he lips seductively and smiled.

“Ah, no. Thank you.” I smiled back weakly, “Just, ah, getting a beer.”

Peach moved on, but I watched her tight ass make figure eights as she walked away. Damn! I can’t remember the last time I had a piece like that. Well I had no intention of cheating on my wife, but looking around, may be I could soak in some material for my nightly jerk-off session.

A few more girls came by to entice me with their wares. A tall black one, two more blonds. All in lingerie and heels (the uniform of the whore, I guess). I turned them down, but as the alcohol hit my system, I started to relax and soak in the ambiance

“Hello”, I heard another voice, (though it sounded more like “Helro”). I turned to see the sexiest little Asian girl I had ever laid eyes on. Creamy, light mocha skin, deep brown eyes, long straight black hair hung down to her mid back. She wore a black push up bra that held beautiful firm D-cups. All the more impressive, given her petite frame. Below her flat stomach she wore black panties. I could see just a hint of soft black hair peaking out from the top. Candy red heels completed the minimal ensemble.

I felt my cock spring to life, it what seemed like the first time in years. My heart started pounding and my breathing deepened. My eyes locked onto her heaving chest.

“You lookin’ for good time mister?” She had the most adorable accent.

“Uh, maybe.” I said without thinking. Was I really considering using the brothel’s services? I wasn’t sure.

“My name’s Si Fah, what’s yours?”

“Uh, Jeff.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her, a fact she seem quite aware of. “So, what kind of name is Si Fah?”

“It from Thailand, like me.” She giggled. “I see you turn down other girls. You lookin’ for something special?”

“I’m not sure really. I just kind of wandered in here looking for a drink.”

“Why you drinking?” Si Fah leaned in and put her hand on my thigh. My cock jumped. “Something bothering you?”

I took another swig of beer. “Oh, it’s just…my wife…fighting…” My voice trialed off.

Si Fah nodded. “She white girl, your wife?”

“Uh huh. Yeah”

“White girls so stuck up. Don’t know how to treat man. You need nice Asian girl. Asian girls know how to take care of our man. Know how to please him.” With that, bostancı escort Si Fah squeezed my thigh and slid her hand up towards my straining prick. I took a deep breath. Suddenly I decided, I was going to fuck this girl. I needed this. I deserved this!

“How much?” I asked.

Si Fah smiled, “Five thousand for two hour.” A little steep, but like I said, business was going good. I could afford it.

“Let’s go.” My voice caught a bit as I spoke. I thought of my wife, how I was breaking our vows. But rather than guilty, I felt angry and resolute. If she couldn’t please me, then I’d find someone who could.

As Si Fah led me by the hand, we passed by Peach who winked at me and said, “Well, I guess you finally finished that beer.”

We stopped at the office, where I handed my credit card to a matronly old woman. “Clock starts in 5 minutes hon, have a good time.”

Further down the hall we entered a room. A king-size bed dominated the small room, surrounded by mirrors on the walls and ceiling. There was a small TV in one corner, and below that a stick of incense burned slowly.

I lay down on the bed and Si Fah straddled me. She began grinding her crotch against mine. I felt my errection grow even harder. I reached up and grabbed her ass. It felt firm and tight, not like my wife’s saggy bottom. Her perfume was light and floral, I inhaled it deeply.

“So Jeff, you ever been with Asian girl before?”

“No.”

“Oh, you gonna like. Asian pussy so much better.” I squeezed her butt, pulling the sexy whore down harder on the bulge in my pants. “You never want white girl again.”

“Show me.” I said.

With that, Si Fah unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled out. Firm, round with dark brown areolas. Instinctively, my hands shot up and grabbed them, massaged them. Si Fah moaned softly. “You want suckey first?” She asked.

I nodded. The little slut slid off me and unfastened my pants. Finally, mercifully, my cock was set free. At seven and a half inches, I was bigger that average, but not huge. Si Fah started cooing over it like I was Ron Jeremy though. With one tiny hand she began stroking the shaft, while the other hand massaged my balls. She began licking the head, swirling her tongue around it. Then she lowered he head onto it, her ruby red lips making an o shape as they slid up and down my shaft.

Grabbing her head and pushing if further down, I threw my head back and moaned. Gradually, she got the entire shaft down her throat. I could feel the gorgeous whore’s tongue lapping at my balls. It took every ounce of control I had to keep from cumming right then-and-there. Then, Si Fah started bobbing her head up and down, making wet, sucking noises.

“Oh, god. So good, so good!” I cried. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a blowjob like that good. As a matter of fact, that fat bitch of mine hadn’t given me head in years. I considered blowing my load down Si Fah’s throat, but I had other plans.

“Stop,” I said, “I want to eat you out.”

Si Fah pulled off my engorged cock and laid back. She swiftly removed her panties. Her pussy was shaved except for a small tuft of hair over her pubic bone. I crawled between her legs. I spread her lips and began lapping at her cunt. The taste was sweet and it felt so smooth. I thought about my wife’s sour tasting vagina, and how it made me gag to taste it. This was so much better. I flicked my tongue against her clit, and the little whore began to moan.

“Oh, Jeff, so goooood!”

I couldn’t wait any longer I had to have this girl. I moved up to suck on her tits, then we kissed, our tongues lashing at each other. I took my dick in one hand and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. escort bostancı Then, slowly, I pushed in.

“Ohhhhh, ohhhh!” Si Fah cried, “Jeff, so big.”

She was so tight, so hot, so wet. Maybe it was all those years fucking my wife’s dried up old cunt, but I didn’t remember ever having pussy that felt so good. I began to pump my hips, pushing in further and further, inch-by-inch, until my balls slapped against Si Fah’s ass. “Uggg, so tight!” I moaned.

“You like the Asian pussy?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to white girls after this.” I laughed. Then I scooped up her legs and put them over my shoulders as I kneeled in the bed. With her hips tilted up now, I began to ram my cock into the little oriental slut full force. Her bug tits bounced and shook with every thrust.

“Oooooo, Mr. Jeff, fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I leaned forward, keeping her legs over my shoulder, until her knees were pressed against he shoulders. I pushed into Si Fah’s pussy as far as I could go.

“Oh, god!” I moaned, “You’re right. Asian pussy is so much better!”

“You need…find nice… Asian girl…take care…of you.” Si Fah panted.

I stared at the sexy young woman writhing beneath me, and thought with disgust of all the time I had wasted fucking that fat bitch wife of mine. Suddenly, I had a wicked idea. I pulled out and flipped Si Fah onto all fours. Instinctively, it seemed, she arched her back and stuck her heart shaped ass in the air. Again, I put my cock at the entrance to her cunt and pushed in.

“Ohhhhh…Mr. Jeff! So deeeeeep!” She howled,

Reaching over to where my pants lay on the bed next to us, I pulled out my cell phone. “Now Si, baby, I’m gonna make a little call to my wife. Try and stay quiet, ok?”

Si Fah nodded, then grabbed a pillow and bit into it to silence her moaning. Good girl, I thought.

I dialed the old witch.

“Hello?” She answered

“Hey dear. Look, I think I’m going to have to stay here an extra day. Something’s come up.” I held the phone in once hand and with the other grabbed a clump of Si Fah’s hair to use as rein. My cock shimmered with he pussy juice as it pumped in and out.

“What the fuck?” The fat bitch screeched. ” You said you’d be home by Tuesday. The yard is a mess, I need you to mow the lawn and pull the weeds you lazy ass!”

My anger built, and as it did my thrusting became harder and deeper. “Look,” I said forcefully, “I’m the one making the money to keep a roof over our heads! This is what I have to do!” I saw Si Fah push her head harder into the pillow to stifle her moans.

Yeah, bitch. This is what I have to do to get the fucking I deserve. I’m going to get the kind of pussy you can’t give me.

“Ok, ok. Jeez, you don’t have to be mean about it.”

I felt my balls start to swell and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Still, I felt no guilt now about cumming inside another woman.

Fuck you bitch, you don’t deserve me and what I do for you.

“Oh, I’m the mean one now? You know what, I’m going to bed now.”

“OK,” said my wife, taken aback by my new forcefulness, “call me back aft…” I hung up before she finished this time.

Tossing the cell aside, I grabbed Si Fah’s hips and began pounding away with abandon. She lifted her head up and moaned.

“Ohhhhhh! Mr. Jeff…so goood…me cum hard!…you tell that white bitch!”

I felt my dick swell, and suddenly it jumped and there was a wave of pleasure and release as my seamen splattered inside Si Fah.

“Ugggggg…feels so good!” I yelled. “So goooood!”

My dick shrunk and flopped out of the whore’s pussy. I lay on the bed, catching my breath after the most intense orgasm of my life. Turing my head towards Si Fah, I saw my cum dripping from her pussy lips.

She was right, I thought, I’m done with white girls.

And as I drove off in the early morning, one thought stuck in my head. I was going to find a nice Asian girl to take care of me.

To be continued…

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