Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Call me a BDSM innovator because I’m always pushing the envelope and breaking new ground. The name is Zainab Osman and I’m a young woman of Somali and Yemeni descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. A lot of people are surprised when they see a woman from a Muslim background such as myself exploring all the twists and turns of the world of BDSM. That’s a shame because, last time I checked, Muslim men and Muslim women are human and got their kinks like everyone else.

Born of a Somali mother and Yemeni father, I inherited the best of both worlds I think. I’m five-foot-nine, slim and fit but with curves where it counts, meaning that I’ve got a nice derriere. I have caramel skin, long curly Black hair and pale brown eyes. People say that I look like Alicia Keys, that singer from the old days. Lovely gal but I think I’m hotter than she was. I recently graduated from the University of Calgary with a bachelor’s degree in business administration. I’m taking a break from school for now, and I got a job working at CIBC as an account manager. I want to get my MBA someday but I lack the funds at the moment. Working at a bank is supremely boring, but luckily I make my own fun.

When I’m not at the office, I shed the guise of a professional woman and become something else entirely. I am transformed into Mistress Zen, the dominatrix of your dreams. I’ve met a lot of interesting men and women in BDSM circles. One of the most interesting is Khalid Hussein, a tall and burly Black man I met at a munch. Khalid works for the Canadian Revenue Agency and he’s married to a White lady named Deirdre Atkinson, one of the many White women in Canada who’ve converted to Islam in recent times. They have a daughter together, Little Fatima. Khalid is a seemingly normal, happily married, university-educated Black male professional living in metropolitan Calgary. He goes to the local mosque three times a week with his darling wife and also attends Muslim community events. Just another upstanding member of Canadian society. Underneath it all, he’s a sex freak just like me.

Khalid came to me as a man with a dilemma and like the problem solver that I am, I tried my best to help him. You see, Khalid is bisexual and hasn’t been able to explore his bisexuality since he’s Muslim and married to a woman. The Ummah isn’t known for Maltepe Escort its tolerance towards gays, lesbians and bisexuals. I totally empathized with Khalid’s plight, and decided to help him fulfill his most forbidden fantasies. Like many secretly bisexual men leading straight lives, Khalid fantasized about some ‘forced bi’ action where, under the direction of a dominant female, he experiments with another guy.

Not to sound cliché but lots of bisexual men I’ve met have similar fantasies. They consider themselves mainly straight because they’re predominantly into women but as much as they love pussy, once in a while they get a craving for dick and don’t know what to do with themselves. In Khalid’s case, his life was complicated by the fact that he’s a Muslim and Islam teaches all Muslims to reject sexual immorality. Being gay, lesbian or bisexual in Islam is a no-no folks. As a bisexual Muslim woman who dabbles in BDSM, I was in the unique position of helping Khalid out. I’ve got a stable of male submissive types, and at least one of them was in a position to help me out with Khalid.

It didn’t take me long to figure out which one among my subs was the right man for the job. I’ve got a talent for things of that nature. The sub in question is Darren Stanfield, a tall and slim White guy with reddish brown hair and pale green eyes. Darren recently moved to metropolitan Calgary, Alberta, from the town of Marlboro, Massachusetts. He studies at the University of Alberta, and he’s a bona-fide switch-hitter. His Jamaican-Canadian girlfriend Jacqueline Vincent has no idea that he swings both ways. Just like my new supplicant Khalid, Darren is a closet bisexual. They should be perfect for each other, I think! I summoned the two of them to my apartment one Thursday afternoon, and let the magic happen. Let’s just say that the results ended up surprising me in more ways than one.

The three of us sat in my living room, and after making introductions and offering both guys some wine to loosen up, I told them in exact detail what I expected of them. Darren and Khalid both got naked, and I undressed as well, before donning my strap-on dildo. I ordered Darren to get on his knees and suck my dildo and the White dude did as he was told. At the same time I told Khalid to suck Darren’s dick. Maltepe Escort Bayan Yes, I’m a Black dominatrix who just ordered a Black guy to suck a White man’s dick. Now you’ve just about seen everything. Darren was hesitant as he sucked on my strap-on dildo but Khalid sucked his dick with gusto. Something tells me it isn’t the Somali dude’s first time going down on another guy. I mean, he was massaging Darren’s balls and sucking his dick like there was no tomorrow. His moves weren’t those of a hesitant novice but the trademark motions of a seasoned cock sucker. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them. Nothing gets my pussy wet like having two bisexual guys to play with.

Next, I made Khalid suck my dildo while Darren put on a condom, grabbed some lubricant and got behind him. Before Khalid began sucking my dildo, I asked him if he was ready to have his most forbidden dream come true. Was he ready as a bisexual Black man to entrust his hard-won manhood to me, his ruthless Black dominatrix? Khalid nodded. I told him that, with my permission and his consent, I would allow Darren, my White male slave to fuck him, my Black male slave, in his ass. Once more Khalid nodded. Darren spread Khalid’s ass cheeks wide open, sprayed some lube and then inserted his dick into Khalid’s asshole. At the same time I thrust my dildo into Khalid’s mouth, silencing the screams I knew were coming. The big Black dude moaned deeply as he got serviced at both ends, with a Black woman’s strap-on dildo in his mouth and a White dick up his ass.

Watching Darren sliding his thick White cock in and out of Khalid’s asshole turned me on like you would not believe. My pussy got unbelievably wet and I rubbed myself while thrusting the dildo down Khalid’s throat. Darren pounded Khalid’s ass really hard, and as a kinky Black woman I absolutely delighted in watching White dick in a Black man’s asshole. Next, I told Darren I wanted to ride his dick and he was all for it. Pulling out of Khalid’s ass, he rolled another condom on his hard cock and I climbed on top of him. I ordered Khalid to watch us as we fucked, but not before putting a chastity device on his Black cock so he couldn’t enjoy it. I’m all about the tease and denial when it comes to cuckolding. Without further ado I impaled my juicy Black Escort Maltepe pussy on Darren’s hard White dick and began riding the White dude while my Black male slave watched us. The look on Khalid’s face is something I’ll never forget. Dude was mesmerized!

I rode Darren hard, loving the feel of his dick in my pussy. He fucked me real hard, slamming his cock into my pussy like there was no tomorrow. When he came, I shrieked in pleasure mixed with delicious, hot pain. After a while, I got off him and told Khalid to suck his dick. Darren came all over my cunt, and in true cuckold fashion I ordered Khalid to clean it up. Since Khalid was a good slave, I took the chastity device off his dick and he got hard instantly. I sucked Khalid’s dick, and fondled his nuts. Darren watched us, spent. I don’t blame him.

Since I was still horny as hell, I climbed on top of Khalid and told him to fuck me. The Somali dude didn’t need to be told twice. Wrapping his arms around me, he thrust his big ole Somali cock deep into my cunt. Soon we were both screaming in pleasure. I’ve fucked very few Somali guys because they’re so close-minded when it comes to female sexuality but Khalid had a solid dick on him and he knew how to use it. He fucked me real good, hammering my cunt with powerful thrusts of his hard dick. I noticed Darren was hard once more and told him to join us. Without hesitation Darren did just that, spreading my ass cheeks and sliding his cock into my asshole. Filled with two dicks, one Black and one White, I screamed in pleasure. I’m one happy Black woman! I ordered my two bisexual studs to fuck me till I passed out, and they obeyed me to the letter.

Much later, I lay on the bed, my body soaked with sweat, my hand resting on Khalid’s dick while my head rested on Darren’s chest. I smiled at them, feeling wonderful after getting what I honestly consider to be the fuck of the century. A lot of Black women these days get caught up in the color line. They’re torn between Black men and White guys. Me? My pussy is Black but it’s like the United Nations. It doesn’t fucking discriminate! I fuck guys and gals of all races. If they’re good, I fuck them some more. I let the fellas use the shower before sending them on their merry way. Khalid thanked me profusely for making his dream come true. I hugged him and wished him the best with work and family. I watched him drive off in his red BMW. Darren and I shook hands, and I wished him the best of luck with his Jamaican girlfriend, whom he’s decided to come out to. Things don’t bode well for him but as his friend/sex buddy, I try to think positive, you know?

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter 7: Becoming a cumdump

Spring had gradually turned to summer in Paris, and the weather was becoming hideously warm. The past two-and-a-half months had been a whirlwind of work mainly, but also of increasingly seedy sex. Work had taken a lot of my time, as I tried to settle in and make a good initial impression in order to pass the probationary period. In every way my life was unrecognisable to the one I’d had in London. Whereas in London I had been invested in being social and had spent much of the previous few years in fairly conventional relationships, in Paris I bore little resemblance to that person from my past.

The drudge of settling in to a new job left me exhausted at the end of my long work-day. Socialising and making friends had fallen by the wayside and on the days I didn’t manage to drag myself to the gym, I would barely have the energy to eat, preferring to nap and slump in front of the TV. Inevitably, I would wake late in the evening, when it was too late to do anything, but with one thing on my mind. At least three times a week, I would find myself leaving the apartment late to head towards the wood. It had totally replaced my social life – since I had no friends, and no family living in the city – my support network was non-existent. There was nothing stopping me from falling deeper and deeper into this routine.

I longed for cock; to taste it in my mouth, to enjoy the haze that came from being high on weed, on poppers, or on alcohol, but most of all to have the sweet taste of cum on my tongue. It got dark later now, but the warm weather ensured a healthy supply of dick in the woods. I had gotten to know it much better now; exploring deep into the bushes where you would never expect men to venture, and yet no matter how far you went you always crossed someone. I would set myself targets, telling myself that I had to just swallow two cum loads, before I could come back home to sleep for the night. Inevitably though, two was never enough, I would tell myself just one more load and then I’m done for the night, or just one more lap of the park and I’ll go home, but I always ended up staying later. I would suck off 3 men on a quiet night and anything up to 6 or 7 on a busy one, maybe more if a crowd gathered. I’d been reluctant to let them fuck me; somehow keeping that limit, telling myself that as long as it didn’t let any old guy in the woods fuck me then it was ok. I wasn’t a slut, but of course it didn’t matter…I was a cock addicted slut, and soon I would be giving up my ass too.

I had begun noting them down in my phone to try to keep track and remember all the men I had drained. I would often read back over the list during the day and jerk off in my bed thinking about the taste of the sperm in my mouth. I had lists with men’s descriptions like, “Short Arab beard – swallowed 3 loads”; “skinny young white guy – shot in throat 2 times” or; “veiny black cock – cum tasted sweet”. The only way I could remember who they were. Many of them became regulars of sorts. When we crossed in the bushes or on the dirt tracks in the park, there would be no need for the usual, elusive dance, figuring out what the other was looking for. No, with me they knew exactly what was on offer. With some men a nod of the head was enough for me to change direction and follow them to a discreet spot when I would immediately take my position kneeling in front of them. I always had my poppers with me and when they took their dick out I would get straight to work, not finishing until I had drained their balls, and only satisfied when I knew they had shot their load in my mouth or throat.

Some guys were reluctant to shoot in my mouth. Usually when I first sucked them off I would swallow them without hesitation, but if they freaked, then that was it, I didn’t want to suck them again. My aim had become to swallow as many loads as possible. Some guys became almost like acquaintances. We would have small talk and I even knew their names. We would cross in the bushes and chat for a few minutes like old friends in the street, before they began rubbing their growing bulges and asking if I was hungry tonight. Of course, I always obliged. During the week, work forced me to go home and sleep at least part of the night. At the weekend though, I would hang around for hours, or go home and come back until there were no more guys hanging about.

I had seen the guys I previously told you about with some regularity or rather irregularity. I sucked Charles’ big cock happily when I saw him. He continued to make love to my throat like a sloppy pussy when he had the chance. I must have swallowed his cum at least 3 times a month for the past two months. And Dou. Dou would pop up irregularly and ask if he could come to my place. I snuck him in usually after my flatmate was asleep and he was not at all interested in getting sucked. I would always start by sucking him, but as soon as he was hard he wanted to stick his massive schlong deep Ankara bayan escort into my guts. I’d never been fucked regularly by a guy who was so large down there. He would go so deep my second sphincter no longer posed any kind of resistance to him. I barely felt the pop anymore, as he forced himself in past it. He would unload inside me once, sometimes twice, and tell me how much he loved to breed my loose pussy. Then he would carry on his way home.

In the beginning, and before all this began, I would have been ashamed if someone told me I was loose. Now the way some of these men admired it, I took pride in having a loose cunt, that would be open for such a well-hung man. I told him early on that any time he needed my pussy, it was there for him to unload in; that I would never refuse his cock – and I truly felt that he deserved the right to use my cunt in this way as a strong, black, alpha male.

So, that pretty much brings you up to date, although I was being a total slut by countless anonymous men off, I somehow convinced myself that I had kept something for myself, some kind of self-respect.

It was the Friday right before my first short break from work. I had booked off a week for a friend to visit from London, but in the end she wasn’t able to come. Nonetheless I was happy to have the time off. The temperature had risen, and the head was unbearable during the day. I was more than happy to avoid the metro for the next week. It was already evening and I was laying on my bed, sweating from the unbearable heat. I had no desire to even move a muscle, I knew though that later that night, I would seek out the coolness of the forest. I packed up my pouch with poppers and decided to throw in the lube and some tissues. I don’t know if it was the heat or the fact that I felt like I was on vacation, but I decided that I would douche and clean out my hole before heading out that night. A few of the regulars I met there had started pushing me to let them fuck me, although up to that point I had resisted; tonight that would change.

Over the past few months, my sensitivity to sex and what I considered taboo had shifted considerably. If I think back to that first night in the woods sucking off Bobby, a.k.a “XL thick now”, I had been petrified about being caught, or the police coming or being watched, even by other cruisers. At this stage though, I had begun to enjoy the attention. I thrived on the fact that we were outside in the open air. It turned me on to know that other men were watching me suck cock, and especially if I thought they were waiting for the same treatment. I also began to understand the unspoken codes of cruising. In certain areas of the park, it was easy to know where a guy would be waiting to suck men off. Small crowds would often congregate around a sucker, and when I saw them after taking a look at the action I would usually head for another zone – knowing that it wouldn’t be me sucking these men if I hung around standing there. Better to find my own spot and start a crowd of my own. Sometimes, you would get guys who encouraged others to join in when they were getting sucked, and I would find myself sucking three cocks simultaneously, but most often I was still relieving men one at a time.

Tonight when I arrived, and entered the bushes, walking down one of the dirt tracks I was struck by how much the foliage had grown since I arrived at the beginning of spring. There were endless places now to hide and discover that had been exposed before. I noticed one of those characteristic crowds and decided to wander over to check it out. When I soon saw what was going on. It was a cock sucker in action, but rather a guy stood with his ass out. He had covered his eyes and was facing the trunk of a tree, waiting patiently. Three or four men had gathered around and were starting to hover about, but so far no-one had made a move. I tried to make out the guy who was bottomless. I saw he had a top on and only a thin pair of shorts pulled down to his ankles. I could feel my prick raging in my own Nike shorts. This man was offering his hole to anyone who wanted it and he didn’t care who took it. In fact, he wouldn’t even see who had fucked him.

Seemingly out of nowhere sprang a young, cocky kid. He can’t have been any older than 18 or 19. In typical sports wear, a teenager from the outskirts of Paris. His movements were jerky and he was impatient. I couldn’t tell if he was nervous, until I noticed his hand was down on his crotch and he was frantically horny. He reached his other hand forward and started to grab the naked ass exposed in front of us all. The man didn’t move, just stood silently waiting for the onslaught that was surely soon to arrive. The teenager pulled out his cock; a fairly impressive 6 or 7 inches and with a gob of saliva he started to lube it up before lining his cock up to the hole. No lube and no prep at at, he rammed his cock forward into the waiting Escort bayan Ankara man’s fuck-tunnel. He was frantic still, and he reminded me of someone who was young and very inexperienced; he fucked the guy hard for the next two or three minutes, and the man took it stoically moaning with each thrust. Finally the young kid loudly shot his nut and pulled out, walking away without acknowledging any of the other men around.

Later I realised that a lot of the men who came here, were otherwise ‘heterosexual’ in their day to day lives, and this place was the only place they could let loose.

I stayed only long enough to see that a new man was readying to step up to the now used fuck-hole, and as I walked further into the bushes to find my own quiet territory, I was more inspired than ever, and knew there was a reason I had prepared my hole for tonight’s outing.

After a few minutes of walking, I stood in a small opening that was covered on three sides but which opened on to give a good view of one of the main cruising areas. If I stood at this opening, I knew from experience men would see me as they walked past. I reached down to my shorts and pulled the back down slightly exposing my smooth ass cheeks to the cool air of the woods. I stood and waited patiently. A few men walked past, but none came very close or they looked me up and down and didn’t stop. I knew though that it was just a waiting game. Before much longer a man approached slowly, he came up right beside me but didn’t say a word. We stood in slime barely a meter apart until he reached out and grabbed my ass, rubbing it and pushing his fingers up to massage my hole. Still neither of us said a word. He was the same height and build as me, a white guy with a baseball cap on, but I’d say he would have been in his late thirties. Before leaving the apartment, I had smoked a spliff, but overall I was feeling quite sober. I leant across and put my hand to feel his cock.

“Wow’ I whispered, I was pleasantly surprised to feel a thick and growing appendage. It wasn’t the biggest I had ever had, but it was certainly a healthy penis for a guy like this. Still the guy said nothing, using body language and his hands to guide me into the position he wanted me in. We skipped the blowjob and he immediately started rubbing his dick against my hole when he had turned me to face away. I put my arms out and leant up against a tree for support. I knew he wanted to penetrate me, so I pulled out my lube and greased his cock behind my back. I pulled out the poppers and took a large hit, knowing that even though I was now accustomed to girthy meat, it still helped to relax me in the beginning. Within moments he was fucking me hard with long, deep strokes. I imagined myself as the slut who was being fucked a few hundred yards away. Although truth be told, I would have been too nervous to stand anonymously for a queue of men to fuck me.

We fucked like this for a while, until finally a shuffling close by made us take stock of what was happening around us. Someone was standing observing us not too far away, and the guy in the baseball cap motioned for him to come closer. It was a North African guy with his equally thick, but cut cock out jerking in his hand. The baseball cap guy reached out and pulled him towards us as I felt him pull his dick out of my hole. He began lining up to stick his cock inside my hole uninvited. I reached back and intended to push him away, not totally convinced I should be allowing this to happen. The baseball cap guy swiftly held my arms and pushed them away; I withdrew my resistance, and before I knew it this second guy was fucking my now slippery, loose hole.

Over the next 10 minutes, they took turns fucking me, thrusting in and out a few times before giving the way to the other guy, and continuing in this way until I really felt like my pussy was wide open in the breeze. The guy in the cap eventually leaned forward and spoke for the first time, “Want some G?” he asked.

“Huh?” I moaned, I didn’t catch on at first what he was talking about.

“Here, drink some,” he said, handing me a small bottle of coke. I knew what GHB was, I knew some friends who would take it when we partied, but I had always stayed away myself. Without much hesitation or thinking of the consequences, I took a mouthful and swallowed it down. The North African then started fucking me relentlessly. I could tell he wanted to get his but, and get out of there. I could feel his fat cock swelling inside me and with a grunt he shot his load. He pulled out a tissue, thanked me and walked away.

I expected the guy with the baseball cap to step up, but when I looked around, he was just standing waiting. I pulled my shorts up and stood beside him.

“Wait a few minutes for that to settle in,” he smiled. We chatted for a while, but it was an awkward and stilted conversation. The only thing I remember from that conversation is that his name Bayan escort Ankara was Paul and he didn’t want to shoot his load yet. Within minutes though I was no longer focused on our conversation. I was feeling euphoric and more turned on than ever. Paul instructed me to lower my shorts again. I felt sexy and more confident even than before about showing my ass off. Paul began feeling me up again and told me to take out my lube and the poppers. He was fingering my hole and I couldn’t get enough of it. I took a hit on the poppers and for the next few moments was totally lost in a haze.

When I came to, there was another guy there also fingering my hole. Paul was whispering to him, and I only picked the words “whore” and “slut”. Instead of feeling ashamed, it turned me on even more. I looked back to see Paul guiding the mysterious man to fuck my ass. I wasn’t even bothered at that moment to take a proper look at who was entering my open pussy. I focused on taking more hits on the poppers and being an available fuck-hole for these men. Over the next hour, Paul took charge of inviting men to use my hole in this secluded part of the woods. Somewhere, in the back of my mind I knew I would feel ashamed the following morning – the fact that I could see men coming up and watching and walking away, they had seen my face and they saw that I was being a cumdump to anyone who wanted to use me, but in the heat of being fucked, I didn’t care. I had never felt such an uninhibited desire for my cunt to be used and by giving over the control to Paul, I had removed the final barrier to me becoming a cumdump in the woods. I could justify it now to myself that I hadn’t chosen it, but that Paul had made me do it; of course I had freely given him control of my pussy.

My mind was spinning and I was enjoying every minute; what I wanted more than anything though was for Bobby to arrive and fuck me again. I replayed the previous time in my mind; the painful and relentless cuntification he had made me endure. I dreamed that he would be there and in front of everyone, in front of the crowd of men, he would destroy my pussy and leave me gaping open. I wanted to be that for him. As it was, Bobby didn’t come that night.

It seemed to me, when I paid enough attention, that Paul was not just inviting any guy, but selecting the ones who were well- to very well-hung. Each one cumming deep inside me as if it went without saying. During each invited fuck, Paul stood beside me and chanted in my ear, guiding me in my haze into a trance.

“You’re gonna take any dick I tell you, your fuck-hole is mine to give to anyone I want, after this you’ll be so loose your cunt will never close up again. This is what you were born to do.” he droned on and on in my ear. When the guys pulled out he would reach around and put his fingers inside me, and either finger me, or bring the juice up to my mouth to taste. Anytime a guy pulled out, I reached around too to feel my open hole. I felt so soft and I could push inside like never before. Like Paul said to me, I wanted to be gaping open like this forever.

If I am honest, it was the realisation of a deep-seeded fantasy I had had since I was a teenager, but not one that I would have ever dared to act out. I was beginning to realise that the best sex scenes were often those that were totally spontaneous. The GHB had liberated me, and yet I had no intention of doing it when I left the apartment that evening.

I was pleased to see that the next guy to come up was a black guy, with a head of long dreadlocks, tied up in a pony-tale; he was handsome and I wanted to feel him inside me immediately. He told me forcefully that he wanted me to suck him so we started in that way, but as soon as he was hard he pulled me up to standing and turned me around. I realised that I was no longer re-applying lube between fucks. My hole was a sloppy mess, and each guy that entered me left me slimier than before. I noticed that Paul was hard now, and he too began to join in again – taking turns to piston me deep into my guts like earlier with the first guy. The two of them began to become more violent, and I don’t think it was that often that these guys found a younger guy like me who was willing to let anyone breed him without question. The black guy was really digging me out now with his thrusts, I could feel that I needed more lube, but he was getting faster so I let him keep going ’til he unloaded inside me. I knew that my hole felt loose but it wasn’t until he had pulled out and was cleaning me off that I finally realised the size of his dick; it was easily a thick, 10-inch cock and yet I had barely struggled to accommodate him in my wide fuck-hole.

Paul told me he was too high to cum, but wanted my number to keep in touch, and with that he disappeared and I was finally stood alone. Standing there cleaning off my hole, it dawned on me that I was really high still and much of what I had just endured was a blur, in fact instead of heading home, and continued to walk around my usual routes. I don’t remember how many more encounters I had, but I have hazy memories of being both kneeling down sucking a dick, and being bent over a low fence being fucked in my ass again. I have no idea how many different men came inside me that night.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A true story…mostly. Some artistic licence has been applied to fill the blanks. Names have been changed to protect the embarrassed. Everyone in this story is obviously over eighteen.

Beth and Dan lay on the bed together. Beth was a tall thin girl with flaming red hair, long legs and a pretty face. Dan, taller still, six two at least, but thin with it, having not filled out completely yet. His long curly hair, unkempt and past his shoulders, mousy in colour with fairer streaks where the sun had bleached it, hung down into Beth’s face.

“One of us is going to have to get a hair cut,” said Beth. Dan snorted in reply “you first”.

They were young and inexperienced. One of a thousand teenage couples finding there way together. They had been going out for a couple of weeks, having met through mutual friends. Beth had made the first move one night in a dirty underground pub that all the music kids hung out at, the doormen little bothered that most were blatantly too young to drink. Dan, having drank too much as usual, was full of bravado and tried to make out that it was no big deal when Beth came across and danced with him. The blaring student music – the pogues, the levellers, crowded house – made conversation difficult and such straight forward approaches where often the best strategy.

Beth told him she had liked him for ages, when they had found a quite corner. Dan tried to make out that he knew all along that she liked him, but it was a lie, a desperate attempt to seem cooler than he felt. They had danced and kissed and talked and kissed and kissed they way that teenagers do. The butterflies fluttering in each of their stomachs, a feeling that might be unpleasant in different circumstances, but which was now all they could feel, apart from each other, a feeling of new love, the excitement of something beginning, a feeling that is often so yearned for but never captured, a feeling that flits away as soon as you try to take hold of it.

That was how it had began and it had matured into a relationship, puppy love perhaps but so very real to the two of them. They sent most of their time kissing and groping, young would be lovers experimenting, but they hadn’t made love yet. It would be Dan’s first time. Beth, on the other-hand, claimed she’d had sex many times before, claimed that at school she used to be called “welly boot top” meaning that her pussy was so well used it was now the size of the top of a Wellington. When she had first told Dan this he had taken it all in, but since he had got to know her more he had begun to doubt it, begun to think that she was as nervous as he and that the story was a cover and a way of gaining some sort of power in their relationship.

Dan’s own sexual experience was limited to steamy fumblings, which built up frustration with no hope of release. He had quickly admitted this to Beth. He saw no point in making himself out to be some stud just to embarrass himself when it came to the deed. Now he hoped that that deed was finally going to be committed. Only three things stood in their way.

Firstly, they lay on Beth bed, in her bedroom, but in her mother’s house. Her mother was watching Tele down stairs but would sometimes come in to check. She trusted Dan no further than she could throw him and wasn’t overly sure of Beth either.

Secondly, Beth herself. Was she ready? Did she really want to go through with this, and surely if she did, it should be more romantic than this, more than some hurried shag in her room. Dan, she knew, would jump at the chance, was desperate to be rid of his virginity (all his mates claimed to have already had sex, although in years to come Dan seriously doubted this, believing that his friends just didn’t have the courage to tell the truth and face the laughter as he had done).

Thirdly, and most tellingly, Julia. Julia was Beth’s friend, fresh from a break up with Dan’s best friend Michael. Dan had often fantasised about Julia when her and Michael were going out and Dan was unattached. Julia was younger than him with long brown wavy hair, sometimes with the odd plait or beads in, going well with her hippy like clothes. She was tall and well proportioned with small pert breast and a beautiful face. So beautiful that Dan new he could never get close to a girl like her.

The only way he did get close to her was through his friend Michael. Dan and Michael were almost inseparable, so much so that he was almost always there when Julia was and he would be left in one room whilst they went into another to be intimate. Dan could often here them through the walls and would grow jealous by the thought of them enjoying each other. This led to Dan’s major crush on Julia, but he knew she was out of his league, so when Beth came along he was more than happy. That may sound like he was settling for second best but he never saw it that way and was always grateful that Beth felt something for him, and returned it in full measure.

However, Julia was the Ankara escort third problem not because of Dan’s crush; Julia was a problem because she lay on the floor beside the bed. Dan and Beth were meant to be alone tonight, but Julia had just broken up with Michael and Beth said she needed some company. Although the occasional hurried word from Beth when she managed to separate herself from Dan could never be described as company.

The only reason Beth’s mother allowed Dan to be here at this time of night was that Julia was there as well. What could they get up to with someone else in the room? Dan wasn’t exactly sure what he could get away with, but he was sick of being a virgin and he was going to push his luck till it snapped.

The TV was on in the corner of the room, with the sound down, and Julia watched it with an intensity achievable only by those who are desperately trying not to watch something else. A stereo played indie and rock quietly.

Dan and Beth necked on the Bed, Beth lying on her back with Dan above her. They kissed passionately. They rubbed their straining bodies against one another, wanting something more but not daring, their mouth spreading wetness over each other. The heat of their breath coming in pants as they pushed themselves upwards to the kind of arousal that only deprivation can bring.

He ran his hand up her hip over her course jeans and slid it under her jumper. His trembling hand the barest whisper against her skin, raising goose bumps and causing her to shiver. Their mouths parted and she looked up into his eyes and let out a stored breath of longing. Her skin was soft and pale and it responded to his touch; the tiny light hairs of her side, almost imperceptible, standing to attention as his hand passed by. She, like her flesh before her, responded to him, running her own hands under his thin top to caress his hot skin. She traced his spine with her hands running from the small of his back, up between his shoulder blades, as far as his clothes would allow. He arched his back lifting himself away from her and smiled at the feeling, that tickling that doesn’t tickle, but instead feels so very good.

The Pixies played in the background. Their angst filled music adding to the intensity of the situation they found themselves in.

Cease to resist, given my goodbyes. Drive my car into the old lo-o-ot.

Dan dropped his head and they kissed, a light, sensual kiss on her full lips. Brushing his mouth past hers and shaking with pent up desire. His chest pressed against hers. He could feel her breasts press against him. Small and pert, milky white breasts encased in their bra still. The softness of them against him felt magnificent, yielding to his hard chest.

Beth savoured the gentle pressure herself. He might be thin yet, but he was rapidly maturing. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and his young muscles felt firm and toned under her touch. In the back of her mind Beth worried. She had set herself up in this relationship to be the one in control. She didn’t do it out of some megalomania, but just as a protection, a way of moving the relationship along at her own pace, but she could feel her control disappearing. She could feel her defensive wall crumbling, under Dan’s loving ministrations.

They had got this far many times before, only for someone to walk in and force them to stop or for Beth to back out saying that they had gone far enough and she wasn’t ready. The constant build up with no release was an insistent nagging behind their eyes and an ache in the pit of their stomachs right down to their genitals. They had felt a desperate longing before they had even met up that night and now the teasing, the kissing and the urgent caressing were taking them to a new level of need. A need that only a thread of resistance from Beth held in check. That thread fayed with every soft stroke of their hands

Dan raised his body from her again so his hand could resume its slow process up Beth’s skin. His fingers painted designs on her flat stomach making it flex and a shuddering breath to escape her lips. He pushed on, tracing the faint lines of her ribs one by one, before reaching his current goal, her soft, yielding breasts. His hand cupped Beth’s right breast and felt it’s softness and warmth through her plain white bra. Beth half wished she hadn’t worn a bra and was free to be explored, but the other half, the careful, worrying part, wished she had ten vests on to slow him down.

She didn’t have ten vests on however, and as Dan gently squeezed and rubbed her breast, her nipple hardened more and poked up through the material. His fingers quickly centred on that stiff bud, flicking at the end and gently rolling it, causing the material to rub against it. Beth continued to trace his back. Her fingers running up and down his spine, up between his shoulder blades, down to the small of his back, to the highest reaches of his backside. They paused Ankara escort bayan in their caresses as in unspoken agreement they pulled Dan’s top up and over his head. Beth admired his lean body as he raised his top over his head, causing his muscle to play beneath his skin. She ran her fingers up his side and round behind his back to pull him down to her again.

He rested his weight on her as they kissed and Beth opened her legs so Dan could lie between them. He promptly did, and pressed himself against her. Dan’s erection throbbed as he pushed his groin into hers, grinding their loins together through their jeans. Beth responded in kind pushing back and lifting her hips off the bed to expand the contact. They were both becoming lost in their passion and started to rut away at each other, Dan’s hard cock rubbing against his coarse jeans, just feeling the warmth and wetness of Beth’s pussy, a pussy which was now aching and pulsing with suppressed desire.

Julia, for the moment forgotten, lay on the floor not two feet away, staring at the Tele. Staring but not seeing. The only thing her heightened scenes registered was the increasing urgency radiating from the bed. She could hear their breathing getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment. She could almost feel the heat her two friends were generating. Julia tried to watch the show on the tele, tried to listen to the music, tried to concentrate on something else, anything else, but she was drawn back relentlessly to the whispering and soft panting beside her. Like it or not it was getting to her. Her erect nipples poking through her top and the heat between her legs were testament to that. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to rid herself of the tension that was building inside her, but every way she turned only increased it. Twisting to one side, her legs would cross and her tight jeans would rub her hot vagina like a rough hand. Turning the other, her hard nipples brushed against the bedside. And all the time the panting increased…

Dan reached under Beth’s body and undid her bra with one hand, his dexterity surprising himself as much as Beth. He slid his hand under the loosened cup to rub his hand round her breast. It felt hot beneath his fingers and he momentarily lost control, grabbing at her hard and grinding his crotch into her. Beth gasped in shock and not a little pain before Dan mastered himself again.

“Be gentle”, whispered Beth in his ear, as she reached up and awkwardly removed her bra whilst leaving her jumper in place.

Dan believed there must be a finishing school somewhere that taught girls these tricks, but he kept his opinions to himself. Instead he slid both his hand up her jumper to massage her breasts, taking his weight on his elbows. Beth’s hand slid down to encompass Dan’s arse cheeks. She ran her hand around the bottom and then kneaded the cheeks in both hands, mirroring Dan’s gentle ministration to her breasts. She pulled him forward with her hands to continue the grinding they had started, raising her hips to push back at him. Dan didn’t need much encouragement and started pushing into Beth with gusto, keeping his hands on her breasts and rolling her erect nipples.

“Oh god, you’re really turning me on!” he breathed in her ear.

“Not just you baby,” Beth swallowed “I’m so wet it untrue”.

On the floor Julia strained to hear their words. She’s not the only one she thought, feeling her own pants wet against her crotch. She and Michael hadn’t had sex recently as their relationship fell apart and although he had been her first it was something she had got used to. It was something she wanted on a regular basis and she wasn’t getting it. Yet here her friends were almost torturing her with their own intimacy. She was still hurting from the break up, but this was something different, something animal. She couldn’t help but listen and imagine what they were doing not two feet away and her arousal was becoming unbearable.

She rolled onto her side to put her back to her friends and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Each button seamed to take an age to undo as her hand made it’s way downwards. At last they were all undone and Julia lifted her hip off the floor before easing her Jeans down slightly. Her plain white cotton knickers showed in the v created by her flies. Her finger slowly lifted the elastic and slid underneath.

Julia bit her lip as her finger glided through her sparse pubic her, their progress easily visible through her thin panties. Her hand pushed down, pulling her jeans with it as finally reached her soaking pussy. Unable to contain herself she let out a low moan at her fingers first caress.

“Are you OK Julie?” said Beth breaking away from Dan’s kisses. “Yes, yes” Julia replied, her voice catching slightly as she guiltily whipped her fingers from her dripping pussy.

Beth made to move to the side of the bed to check on her, but Dan quickly caught hold of her and planted Escort Ankara kisses on her once more. Their tongues slid in and around each other’s mouths, their lips soft and warm then hard and needy. His hand found her breasts once more and their hips resumed their slow urgent grind.

Julia waited a few moments to ensure they were both rapped up in each other again, though she had no need to worry; she could hear the soft smacking of their passionate kisses. More worked up now, she quickly thrust her hand back into her pants and started rubbing her clitoris through her outer lips, not ready yet for direct contact. She worked at it from the side rubbing up and down one lip, relishing in the glorious feeling that spread out from it. As she rubbed the wetness spread all over her pussy and fingers began to get moist. Needing more she reached her other hand down, but her jeans were already tight and she had to ease them down to mid thigh level, once again taking care not to make any noise. Once done she had easy access to her sex and slid both hand into her knickers. Now she rubbed her clit though her lips from both sides, the increased pressure on her little bud causing her to breathe raggedly and bite her lip once more. She listened out for stimulation once again…

Dan was getting seriously horny now. He pulled at Beth’s jumper to take it off, but she moved like a snake.

“No” she hissed “ Beth” her eyes darted right as she spoke indicating the place where her friend lay.

“It alright, her and Michael used to practically shag in front of me, she’ll understand,” he whispered in reply.

“You don’t mind us necking, do you Julia,” He said louder.

“Don’t stop on my account” came the reply, but some quality about in her voice made Dan pause before returning his attention to Beth.

“See, she doesn’t mind, besides if you take it off I can get my mouth round those nipples.”

Beth really was sure but relented anyway and lifted the jumper over her head. Dan stopped breathing as he waited for it to rise, then breathed out heavily as her pert young breasts with their pointed pink nipples came into view. True to his word he dropped his head to her breast and started noisily sucking on her nipples and running his tongue on them inside his mouth. Beth ran her hands through his hair and moaned, a low lust filled groan that she could hold in no longer.

Julia heard her moaning and Dan sucking on her boobs and quickened her wanking. She slid her fingers between her lips and gently pulled them open giving her access to her solid clitoris. She rubbed at it through it hood and squirmed so her jeans dropped further down her thighs. All the time she pictured her two friends writhing together on the bed and listened to their moans and slurping. A brief spurt of worry passed through her mind, what if they caught her, what if Beth’s mam walked in, but she could feel her orgasm approaching and wild horses would get her fingers out of her minge now. Keeping one hand rubbing her clit at ever increasing speed, she reached the other down and thrust two fingers straight up her sopping cunt. She clamped her hot flesh walls around her fingers and squirmed them around inside herself. She could feel her climax building but still wanted more stimulation…

It seemed to Dan that Beth was really getting off on him sucking and kissing her tits so he thought he’d take the plunge. He separated himself from her aching body and reached down to unbutton her jeans. He looked Beth in the eyes as he undid the button; she looked worried and bit her lip but did nothing to stop him. He tugged the zip down revealing her tiny cotton knickers and felt his heart flutter. He eased her jeans down slightly to give him room and slid his hand down.

Beth lay on her back and stared up at Dan. She knew she should stop him. She knew it had gone far enough, that her mam was downstairs and her friend was lying just feet away, but she couldn’t help it. Dan’s constant, persistent attention had worn her down and worked her up so much that she needed to get off and she needed to get off now. He had been working his clever mouth around her nipples and every lick had got her wetter, every suck made her hotter. Now he was sliding his hand down into her knickers. He progressed slowly making his way through her ginger bush. The anticipation was exquisite agony. Millimetre by millimetre his finger tips closed on her aching bud.

Dan’s hand snagged in Beth’s jean on the very brink of her sex. Not wanting to be delayed he pushed and his hand suddenly jumped downwards, his fingers sliding into the hot wet folds of Beth’s pussy. Beth gasped, a hoarse, breathy exclamation of surprise and pleasure. A sound so erotic, so very sexual that it went in Dan’s ears and instantly translated itself to a painful throb in his penis and an almost perceptible increase in pressure in his testicles.

Dan rolled off Beth and lay beside her giving himself more access to her engorged vagina. His fingers played up and down her slit, drinking in her juices and brushing past her clitoris. Every light almost touch sending shivers of pleasure radiating outwards warming her until her whole body glowed.

“Rub it Dan, please, I’m begging you, make me cum”, Whispered Beth.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.”

-Henry Miller

I. Warm humidity coated my glasses as I crafted a beer stein with my acetylene torch. It was a sticky July. The oppressive heat didn’t bother me as I was in the flow of adding ornaments to the handle. I let it cool as I laid back on the hammock and watched the blue sky dissolve to the clear rural Wisconsin sky. I finished it by dousing it with cool water from the hose behind the barn. I took a long sip to quench my thirst, but I left the cup empty. I wanted someone else to fill it for me. A new glass is best used by someone else. It would remain empty until then.

As the wind brushed my beard over my lips, I could taste the memory of his cum and smell what remained fresh in my mouth. It was strong and smooth, with a bitter bite to it. When I imagined his taste, I could feel his essence inside of me. I could feel his power like a drug, intoxicating and frightening.

Power is a strange thing. Those who don’t have it often desire it, and those that have it wish they could give it up. With power comes responsibility, and few want to be responsible for the inevitable suffering that comes from making decisions. For me, I wasn’t wealthy, but I was young and attractive, and that gave me power over many. I had broken a few hearts when I arrived in college, and it killed me every time I saw tears flowing, tears that I never thought I had the power to create. I hated responsibility, and as a result, I tried to put off adulthood as long as I could. I wanted to give up my power. I wanted to give it up to someone strong and worthy enough to take it from me. For those moments, when I submitted myself to someone older and stronger, I was not ready to take the weight of the world on my shoulders.

My girlfriend was away for the summer, and it had been a long time since I felt the intoxicating vulnerability of sexual contact. Even when we were together, she rarely wanted to take control in bed. I gave her a pair of handcuffs for her birthday, but she only used them once, on herself instead of me. As my time of abstinence continued, my imagination had become more vivid. The silence from living on the small farm allowed my mind the freedom to wander to many new places.

I drove across town to my dad’s house that night. I wanted to say hello and grab some clean laundry. It was lightly raining when I pulled in on the driveway. I saw my dad passed out on the chair-swing on the front porch, his jeans moist from the drizzle. I knocked on the door to see if my step-mom or sister were home, but I didn’t get an answer. Maybe they were passed out inside or playing bingo for the night. I sighed as I knew I was going to have to drag my dad in the house myself. I wished I had someone to help me carry him. My father was a large man, especially around the belly, but I had grown strong from the few months hauling gear on the farm. I was too young to be responsible for his bullshit, and I wished I had the ability to not care and let him get pneumonia in the rain. But I did care. I took his clothes off, dried him off, and wrapped him in a robe on the couch. He was still unconscious when I left. I didn’t get to talk to him as I left my newly crafted beer stein on the end-table. I hoped he would know it was from me.

I wish I could have left the stein for Murad, but I knew he didn’t drink. It was against his religion or just not his thing. And it would have been weird for an employee to give an impromptu present to his boss. Still, if he asked me for it, I would give him whatever he wanted.

II. Dr. Umar rarely called me in the house. That morning, he said he was going to have guests over and he asked if I minded helping him get the house ready. He paid me well, and working in the air conditioning was a nice change from being in the hot sun outside in mid-July. I told him I’d be happy to do what he asked of me. He told me he need me to bleach the bathroom. It was a tedious but easy job.

“You are probably going to ruin your clothes,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’d recommend hanging them outside the door before you get down on the tiles.”

I smiled. “No offense, but I don’t want to get bleach on my dick either,” I laughed. “It will burn.”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be healthy,” he said in his deadpan way as he reached into his hallway closet with the towels. He pulled out a red jock strap from behind the towels and threw it at me. “This has pretty thick material. It will cover what you need,” he said with a straight face, and left me as he went to grill steaks in the kitchen. “Don’t worry if you bleach it a little bit.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. His ambiguity or his coyness was something that made me respect him. As I looked at the jock strap, it made me smile to imagine myself wearing it, on my hands and knees. He sounded so confident that I didn’t have the strength to question him, and I undressed in the bathroom. I slid the jock Ümraniye Escort strap around my legs and adjusted my dick and balls so they fit snugly in the small sack of cotton.

Over the past few months of hauling things on the farm my butt had become round and muscular. I looked at in the mirror on the bathroom door, and I suddenly felt the sweet endorphin rush of the humiliation of being naked in his house, and the power that my beautiful ass gave me. I could not fight the pleasure it gave me to expose myself, and I was soon on my hands and knees in the tub, scrubbing the tile wearing nothing but his jock strap. I was never more motivated to do a good job scrubbing than at that moment, on my knees.

After an hour of scrubbing, he walked in the bathroom without knocking. He caught me scrubbing beneath the sink, with my ass high in the air and my eyes close to the tiles on the ground. For modesty’s sake, I tried to turn around to face him, to give him a less graphic view, but he stopped me. “Don’t mind me,” he said as he inspected my work. His face was hard to read. He seemed not to stare at my bare ass, and I’m not sure if that made me feel comfortable or a failure in my duties. Without saying a word about my clothing, he got down on his knees. He had a hard-bristled toothbrush in his hand, and he bent over me. “You may need to use something more delicate to get the corners.” He put the brush in my hand as he pressed his hips firmly against my back side, and put his large muscular hands around mine. He guided my hand and showed me the proper pressure to clean between the marble tiles. My asshole twitched as I could feel his package beneath his jeans up against mine.

Murad knew what my other lovers did not. Passion was as much about expectation as it was about feeling. We both knew he was teasing me, and the more he teased me, the more I felt my mind and body submitting. I played the game back and arched my back as he guided my hand. I wanted to show him how thick and round my ass had become from the months of working for him on the farm. He pretended not to notice, but I could feel movement underneath his jeans.

“Your turn,” he said, releasing my hand from his enormous grip. I scrubbed the tiles like he showed me, and I looked up into his dark penetrating green eyes. I hoped then he would use me. He would love how my ass felt. But he was not done teasing me. He stood up and quickly adjusted himself as I stayed in the jock on the floor scrubbing. “You are a good worker,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said back to him. The word, Sir, just seemed to slip from my lips unconsciously, and he smiled. I wanted him to flip me over then and pull my legs apart. I wanted to feel his beard in my cheeks. I wanted to feel his tongue using my college boy body. But it would have to wait.

III. The party that night consisted of only one, besides Murad and myself. She arrived in a low-cut dark red dress. There was a circle cut out of the top that showed her deep cleavage, and she had a luxurious necklace that was studded with small crystals. They reminded me of blown glass but were probably sapphire. She was simple and beautiful. Her blue eyes were deep and piercing. She had visited once before when I was sleeping in the barn, and I admired how free she was with her sexuality. I could see her through the window and hear her cry out when she orgasmed. She was like an exotic mother who could consume my delicate adolescence with her body.

Murad introduced me as ‘the boy’. He told her that I was the hired help for the night. I nodded to her with a smile as I took off her silk scarf and went to hang it in the guest bedroom. When I was out of sight, I touched the scarf to my face and felt a texture I had never felt before, and it made me shiver. I liked doing what Murad told me, but the feeling of being his possession, lent out to others, gave me a rush of desire. I was Murad’s to give, and all I wanted was for him to use me, however he wanted, even if it meant loaning me out to his friends.

Murad was rugged and rough, like cast iron. The few times I had touched him, his hands felt calloused over from years of work and pain and love that was unknown to me. Her neck had felt the opposite. It was soft and smooth, like the feeling of fresh goat’s milk. They were beautiful in their own way, like a bold yin-yang. I wanted to be the curve between the white and the black, that line that didn’t really exist, only an object because of the larger defined shapes surrounding it.

I never said a word. I wasn’t told not to speak, but I thought it improper that night. As they sat in the front room and talked, I chopped fresh tomatoes from the garden, and sliced some homemade goat cheese that had been marinating in olive oil. I picked some leaves of basil from the herb garden that surrounded the sides of the driveway. When I was done, I brought out their Caprese drizzled with vinegar on a bronze platter and set it on the barn-wood table in Ümraniye Escort Bayan front of them. They smiled at me in a way that made me feel naked. I could feel a wet spot in my underwear where my dick had drizzled pre-cum. I didn’t question why serving them turned me on so much; it wasn’t my place there to ask questions, even to myself. I was there to serve, and all other thoughts and feelings of mine were not worthy to bother with at the moment. I was there to tend to their needs.

I imagined Murad and the beautiful woman beside him would talk about flowers or the weather. Instead, their conversation was so graphic I could not hold back the blush from my face as I refilled their wine glasses. “He’s got the most perfect ass you’ve ever seen,” Dr. Umar said as I walked back toward the kitchen.

She smiled and said with a laugh, “Yours isn’t half bad. But it looks like I could used his butt cheeks as shelf to rest my drink on.” I didn’t speak. I didn’t even acknowledge that I could hear them. But when I entered the kitchen, a wide, genuine smile spread across my face. I even craned my neck to see how well my butt cheeks looked in my black jeans. The fact that they noticed my ass filled me confidence, and a desire to serve them better.

Next, I brought in a board of Wisconsin cheeses. I set them down and was about to walk away as she touched my thigh to get my attention. “What cheeses are they?” she asked.

My voice was weak from nerves, but I tried to sound professional when I regained my composure. I had never served food before and it was hard to shed my farm boy persona. “Here is the brie, and here is the gruyere. Here is some sharp cheddar.” I tried to make my voice low and authoritative, but it cracked the moment she looked at me.

“I would like a few more pieces,” she said. “This isn’t going to be enough.” I made a small bow and walked back to the kitchen. “I just wanted to see him walk out again,” she said in a fake whisper to Murad.

“I think we can do better than that,” Murad said.

I served lamb chops with mint sauce and kohlrabi from the backyard. They talked about many things, but, as the help, I tried not to listen to their private conversation. They talked about finance and books and art. I realized she was not a prostitute as I originally thought. The two were not in love either. They were just two adults who enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s bodies and also each other’s minds. Would it ever blossom into something more? From what I knew of Murad, he didn’t seem like the type that was looking to settle down. He loved solitude too much to give it up for love. And she gave off the strong presence of an alpha female. I imagined she found a traditional marriage distasteful. Somehow, it seemed like her blue eyes burned too brightly to be held down. There was beauty in the meeting of two free spirits, and it made me smile as I continued to fill their wine glasses. They were very drunk and loud. All that was left for me to do was serve the Crème Brule.

After I cleared their plates, I asked if they were ready for dessert. Murad smiled at me and hesitated for a moment. “Yes, but we have a special request.” They looked at each other and smiled. “Give us a moment to discuss.” I suddenly felt an exciting chill go up my back as they both stared at my young college body like I was the plate of Crème Brule, ready to be devoured and enjoyed.

IV. Murad called my name after a few moments of waiting in the kitchen, and I stood tall in front of them. “Wendy would like you to serve dessert while wearing what you had on this afternoon,” Murad said as if he had made the most normal request between a boss and his employee. I gave an inquisitive look and he gave me a reassuring smile. We understood each other.

The mere thought of the dirtiness of the idea made my body tingle from fear that fueled my excitement. “Yes Sir,” I said. The speed with which I agreed frightened me, as if a primal part of me, the part of me that was born to serve alpha men, had come forth and taken over any sense of modesty or rational judgment. “Would you like me to change in the kitchen?” I asked.

“Where is the jock strap?”

“I’m already wearing it, Sir,” I explained. “It’s under my clothes.”

“Then you don’t need to go anywhere to change,” he said as he stared into the center of my brain that immediately activated my submissive side. I removed my buttoned red plaid shirt and hung it by the door as the stared at my naked broad chest, bearing itself button by button. Their stares focused on my naked body and made me flush with blood as I slowly exposed myself. I next unbuttoned my belt, and pulled my jeans off one leg at a time. I also hung it on the coat rack beside the door. And there I stood, with a straight back and straight face, a naked statue for them to examine.

“He’s a very obedient boy,” she said with a smile. “Fill my wine,” she said to me. As I walked over to her and picked up the wine bottle, she Escort Ümraniye slightly startled me as I felt her long slender fingers brush the hair that coated my butt cheeks. I poured, letting her touch me. My body was no longer my own, but a plaything for their liberated whims.

“Yes…” I wasn’t sure what to call her as I tried to focus on not spilling the red wine on my hand.

“…Madam,” she said with a smile. Her lipstick was dark red and her eyes were bright blue with dark shadows.

I missed the glass as I felt I slender cool finger make its way in between my ass cheeks. I was horrified by the mistake I had made. I had tried so hard to be an obedient boy for her, and I had failed. “I’m sorry Madam. I spilled some on my hand.” I wanted to make it right.

“I can take care of that,” she said and tenderly took my hand. She saw the small red stain of wine on my hand, like a stain of blood. She put the hand close to her mouth and licked the spot off as she looked in directly into my eyes. She seemed to pierce my soul as she took my middle and index finger into her mouth, and thoroughly covered them with her tongue. She sucked on them so that I could feel her soft lips go from the base of my fingers to the tip and back again. “There,” she said. “It never want a drop to go waste.” Her gaze made my dick quiver in my jockstrap.

“I spilled some on the table,” I said as I looked down, shaking and nervous. I looked up and Murad just had a quiet smile of amusement on his face. I could tell he loved seeing me being used, and now, he could tell, I was asking for it.

“You know what to do,” the woman said. I looked back questioningly and she flipped her talented tongue at me.

I got down on hands and knees, and I licked the table. The wine was sweet and bold, and every drop of it on my tongue made me feel dirty and satisfied. I licked several times even though I was sure the wine was gone. The wooden table had a thick lacquer on it that reminded me of glass. My eyes rolled back I felt a sharp hand smack by butt cheek. The sting became pleasure as its sensation made its way up my spine, filling my consciousness with focus. “Thank you, Madam.” I stood up at attention and waited more orders.

While looking at me, she bent forward until she was close enough to smell my crotch and slowly spilled a larger amount of wine on the wooden floor in front of her. “You need to practice your tongue work.”

“Yes Madam,” I said, quicker and more confident this time. Again I went down on my hands and knees, but this time, I felt like an animal, sopping up scraps left for me on the ground.

“Bend at the waist,” she told me. My flexibility was just short of being able to reach the floor with my face, so I stuck my tongue out far to lick up the wine with my tongue alone. As I worked to sop up all of the wine with my tongue, I could feel her warm breath on the hairs of my buttocks. She then gently bit my muscular butt, and I continued licking. “Your tongue looks worthy,” she said and again smacked my ass to bring me back up to attention. She thought for a second and then uncrossed her legs. Her knees were exposed under her high-cut one-piece dress. She spread her knees. “But I think your tongue is being wasted on the wine. Face me and get down on your knees.”

Her blue eyes spoke of authority that I would never dare disobey. I was on my knees in front of her. “Take off my panties with your teeth.” She pulled her dress high close to her waist and wiggled down, exposing her small lace underwear. I grabbed one side at a time with my teeth. As I bent close beneath her legs, I could smell the sweet smell of her vagina becoming moist as she abused me. “Murad told me he had something that would please me, and I’m quite impressed.”

I smiled inside as I got enough grip with my teeth to pull her underwear down her leg. She laughed mockingly as I struggled to get it past her painted toes. “Now,” she said, louder and with more affirmation, “Get to work.”

As she spread her legs, I put my mouth close to her womanhood and worked my long tongue around the edges. She made a deep purring noise as she grabbed me by the side of the head and pushed me toward her clitoris. She guided me until I could hardly breathe and could nothing but flick my tongue on the flesh. “More pressure,” she said and pulled me close. I could feel the hair on my chin become wet as it pressed against her labia. I pushed harder and she moaned greedily. Murad didn’t saw a word as he watched his friend being serviced in front of him. She took a sip of her wine as I continued to flick my tongue in all directions over her clit. Her moaning became louder and shallower, and as she became more consumed in my service her thighs pushed hard against the side of my head. I went to work my tongue down to the lips of her pussy, but she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back up. “Your beard is wet,” she said. “Lick it off.” I did what I was told. “I saw you watching us before,” she told me as I used my hand to lick her salty juice from my face. “This time you can have a better view. Go stand in the corner,” she pointed to the far corner of the living room. Her command was out of breath, but said with no room to question. “Now,” she said and looked at the silent Arab behind me. “I’m ready for you.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I had always been curious about feminine clothing. How, for example, girls’ jeans are shaped differently on girls compared to men’s jeans on men. Both were jeans, yet somehow, they were vastly different from one another. I had never publicly admitted my curiosity to anyone, though, so when Lisa mentioned wanting to give me a feminine makeover for a day if she won a bet, I couldn’t help but to lose on purpose… “Come on in!” Lisa said cheerfully as she opened the door. I had only barely gotten inside before she rushed me to the bathroom. “Did you remove your body hair, as I asked you to?” she asked. “Yeah. I even bought a body trimmer for it.  Made it look all nice and smooth, no razor burns,” I replied, entering the bathroom. “Good. Then let’s get you out of those pesky boy clothes and see what we’re dealing with,” Lisa said.  As requested, I took off all of my clothing, aside from my underwear. “You do indeed look hairless. Very good,” Lisa said, inspecting my body carefully. “But you still smell like a man, so I’m making you shower again.” Lisa pointed at the bottles in the corner of the shower and said, “Use the soap, shampoo, and conditioner I left for you in the shower. They’ll make you smell sweet, like bubblegum.” She then left the room. I got in the shower and shampooed my hair. The shampoo smelled so sweet. Why couldn’t men’s shampoo ever smell like that? Men’s shampoo was always some odd smell that only conveyed that you showered, but it never smelled as amazing as this… I knew at this point that I had to start switching out my shampoos. As I let the shampoo do its thing, I soaped up a washcloth and lathered myself in soap, making sure I was fully clean before rinsing it off and washing out the shampoo. Then I applied the conditioner. My hair Şerifali Escort was only shoulder-length, so it wasn’t feminine per se, but it also wasn’t the typical manly short cut. There was plenty of reason to use conditioner, but I just never bothered with it before. Another extra step in cleaning hair? Ugh. At least, that’s what I used to think. Until today, as I experienced the effects of a good conditioner. Within seconds, my hair started feeling very soft and smooth. I had difficulty keeping myself from brushing through my hair forever. It just felt and smelled so good… After I finished showering, I carefully dried my hair, first with a towel, and then with the hairdryer Lisa had left for me. When I turned the hairdryer back off, Lisa knocked on the door. “Do you see a spray bottle of argan oil?” She asked. “Give a spray or two on your hands, rub them together, and comb through your hair with your fingers. It’ll make your hair look so much better.” I did as she asked and applied some argan oil to my hair. Afterward, I looked in the mirror. It was partially fogged up, but even in the foggy reflection, I could confirm that my hair was looking smooth and straight, as opposed to my natural curls. This stuff was amazing! It was like a whole new world had opened up to me. Having finished with my hair, I turned to where I had placed my clothing, only to find my clothing was no longer there. “Uhm, Lisa?” I asked. “What happened to my clothes?” “The makeover cannot be completed if you’re not dressed femininely!” Lisa replied. “I left you something more appropriate to wear. It’s on top of the laundry machine. Put it on, and when you’re done, you can find me in the living room.” I turned to the laundry machine and saw some neatly Şerifali Escort Bayan folded clothing on top of it. Blue denim shorts and a white crop top. Lifting the crop top, I also discovered something that made my face flush. Lisa had actually left black lace panties for me to put on. It was even decorated with a small, white bow on the front. I had to take a minute to regain my composure. When I had managed to calm down, I slowly put on the panties. They were soft, a little bit tight, but still stretchy enough for it not to be an issue. Was it just in my head, or were these panties really that much different from the boxer shorts I was wearing before? These felt so soft, so comfortable, so luxurious. It’s strange to say, especially with how the back of the panties left my cheeks rather exposed, but they made me feel like royalty, and most of all, desirable. “How’s it going in there?” Lisa yelled from the living room. “Getting there! Just a minute! I replied. Time for the shorts… I grabbed and held them in front of me. At first, I thought they might not fit, but the material seemed to be a lot more stretchy than the denim I was used to. So I proceeded to try and put them on. While doing so, I finally realized that these shorts were not regular shorts. These were high-waist shorts, that rose to just above my belly button and hugged my skin tightly. I looked in the mirror. Not only did they look different from the shorts I was used to, but they also made me look different! They accentuated my shape and left me in shock as I discovered my body had curves I was never even aware of due to my own baggy men’s jeans. Finally, the crop top. It looked so simple, yet also so scary. It exposed my midriff, but also my collarbone Escort Şerifali and a large portion of my upper chest due to the top having thin straps. Seeing myself in my new look felt a little weird at first. I guess it’s because I simply wasn’t used to seeing myself like that. But at the same time, I felt like a new person. It was very freeing. I opened the bathroom door and shyly walked out. Lisa looked at me and started clapping. “Whoo! You go, girl” she cheered. “You look even better than I expected. Have you done this before?” “Thanks, and, no,” I replied, evading eye contact as my face turned red once again. “Aw, don’t be shy. You look great, I mean it,” Lisa said, grabbing my hand and holding it gently. She looked up at my chest. “I know. Your eyes are up there,” She joked and let go of a short laugh. “I didn’t want to overdo it, embarrass you, and scare you off, so I didn’t include a bra in your outfit… but, if you want to…” “Maybe later?” I replied. “I’m still getting used to everything that’s already going on.” “Well, it’s better than a ‘no’, I’ll take it,” Lisa said, smiling. “Come, sit down. Your body and hair already look great, but we still need to do a few little things before we’re done.” She tapped the seat of the couch. I sat down next to her, and without a word, she got up and procured a hair tie and a brush. She wrapped the hair tie around her wrist and started brushing my hair together until she was satisfied with it, and then removed the hair tie from her wrist, twisting it a couple of times, until it securely held the newly formed ponytail in place. “One down, two to go,” Lisa said, sitting back down next to me. She grabbed a perfume bottle from the table and spritzed a little on the palm of her hand for me to sniff it. I would describe it as being a typically girly perfume smell. The kind I would associate with innocence, youth, and cuteness. The fragrance was noticeable, but not overpowering. Besides that, it was also a pleasant smell, as opposed to men’s cologne, which was often pungent and rather unpleasant.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

There are soft strands of some sultry jazz filling in through the bedroom into the bath where I stand. My hands grip the porcelain as I look at myself. My eyes shinning brightly, a smile on my lips as I look at my reflection. My hips gently swaying to the strands of music that filters in.

I can see you sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt undone, not even a button done yet. Your shirt is a brilliant blue, close to matching the color of my eyes. My smile widens as I see your dark eyes focused on me. The swaying in my hips moves faster as the beat changes.

I stand there in those black mary jane heels that I so love and the sheerest black stockings. I can see your eyes following those stockings up to the purple garter and satin thong. My hips sway slowly now, softly keeping your attention. The satin and lace demi cup bra holds my breasts in place but offering up ample cleavage for your gaze.

My whole body sways from the bathroom mirror, dancing now by myself to the rhythm. My eyes drift close and my hands move over my soft supple skin. I know your watching, I can feel your gaze following my every move. I smile, I can’t help it. There’s a power I feel as I move. I turn slightly in the bathroom to face where you were sitting. Only your not there anymore, you’ve moved.

You’re walking toward me with that look in your eye. The one you get when you’re on a “mission”. I suddenly feel like a piece of meat about to be gobbled up. I like the feeling. It sends tingles through out my Ataşehir Escort body, landing right in the spot between my legs. Damn, just a simple look from you can do that.

My body out of pure instinct moves towards you, even though I think to tease. It’s just so hard when you’re around. I always ache for you and it’s a fact you know and use against me. I bite my bottom lip as you just watch, standing so close to me. I back away, trying to regain some composure, some sense before I simply loose myself and jump on you.

Then again, that wouldn’t be so bad I think.

I grin, wickedly. I’m sure you can imagine my current dilemma as I look at you. Again though, you don’t move. You are calm and collected while I’m a little frazzled. The jazz has changed, more sultry and smooth now. No longer are my hips swaying though. My fingers rest on my stomach, feeling those familiar butterflies. Finally I reach the cool countertop and gasp at the contact.

You’re in the doorway, letting your eyes caress my skin. Looking at the satin fabric, watching it cup my breasts, caress my mound. Your jealous of it aren’t you. I know so. I can tell you want your hands, your body to be that which covers it. I look up, I let my hands move behind my back, to the clasp of the bra.

I undo it and let it fall forward. It lands silently on the floor. Your eyes darken, heat up, burn with the same desire. So I might be back in control now I think. Could be you are just letting Ataşehir Escort Bayan me have my fun.

That very well could be it. It doesn’t matter though. I’ll enjoy while I dare.

My hands reach to cup my nipples, rolling both, hardening them even more. My breath is rapid, growing harsher. I lean now for support on the counter. I let one hand fall, slipping over the smooth softness of skin. Resting at the rim of the satin and lace thong, I look at you and you nod. I let my hand slip inside.

I’m wet. So very wet already.

I let my finger linger over my clit, rubbing the hardened nub with just the slightest pressure. You know you do this to me. Make me crazy like this. I see you watching, absorbed. My other hand moves down and I decide to remove those panties. I turn, offering a view of ass just for you as I pull and step from them.

It’s only then I hear you. Stay like that.

I smile to myself. My hand once again slips between my legs as I lean against the counter. My head lying on one arm, eyes closed as I picture you standing there watching. My fingers move over the wet folds, so soft, so sweet, and so smooth.

A little farther I spread my legs, putting on this show while you watch. I know how you enjoy watching, seeing me like this, leaving me so open for you, not able to hide anything. Not that I would ever want to, having you know each detail, each curve, is so freeing.

I moan as my fingers dance, as they Escort Ataşehir play on each delicate nerve. Parting and slipping inside, rubbing and teasing. Feeling that sticky sweet dew, my own scent filling the bathroom as I’m lost now to touching. A finger slowly slips inside, just one and its nearly too much.

I gasp loud.

I’ve always enjoyed this, masturbating but now knowing you are watching me its so much more. More intimate, more arousing, dirtier.

Faster, you say.

I’m not to far lost that I don’t hear you. I move those fingers faster, the new rhythm making my knees falter. There’s that pressure now, building. I can feel it in my toes as my fingers, now two move inside my pussy. The feeling, so intense, my mouth opening, my voice filling the room as I moan, speak those soft little dirty words that you like.

They are words that no sweet little good girl should know but yet I do. I can imagine you smiling, a wicked grin on your lips as you know how close I am and that I’m waiting, simply holding back, wanting to hear those words from you.

You take your time. Only when you are ready.

Finally I hear it.

Cum for me.

Three simple words yet its just what I need to hear. I let go, crying out. My voice high as it fills the room. My legs give out and you are there to catch me. You stand behind me holding me up. Your fingers move to where mine were.

Rubbing, pinching my clit. Drawing out that pleasure yet again. Even though I feel I can’t stand it.

Watch, you tell me.

My eyes fixed on the mirror, your fingers working between my legs and its all to quickly that I’m crying out, begging you to stop, to not stop. Wanting more pleasure yet wondering if I’ll break from it all. I lean against you and hear you whisper.

Very good.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

He called her on his way home. Marie asked where he was at, and he just answered “out shopping”

He always told her where he was, so she knew that he was up to something.

“Where are you shopping at?” she asks

His answer was “somewhere. You had better be cleanly shaven and naked in bed when I get home”.

His words immediately shot a spark to her pussy. Marie loved to be surprised with new toys from him. She enjoyed the look on his face when he used it on her, and discovered new ways to make her squirm and scream under his touch.

Marie hung up the phone went to the bathroom, and slipped out of her clothes, had a quick shower and a shave, toweled off and walked to the bedroom. Marie lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and waited for him.

She could feel the juices flowing from her pussy, she knew she was wet for him.

The door opened and closed.

“Heya Babe!” she said when she heard his footsteps coming down the hall to the bedroom.

“Get up off the bed, and put a blindfold on, then sit on the very edge of the bed with your legs spread as wide as you can, and your feet on the floor”.

Marie did as she was told, and when he walked in he almost lost his breath as how lovely she looked sitting there naked and waiting for him. He never got tired of looking at her. Her figure was not as it was when he met her, but he still loved it. She was a little plumper, and he had to work a little harder sometimes to get to those sensitive spots, but seeing and hearing her reactions was well worth it.

“Are you ready for what I have brought home for you?” He asked.

“YES!” was her answer.

“Are you sure? Don’t you even want to know what it is I have brought home for you?”

“I trust you.” She replied

“Is your pussy wet?” he asked her

“Yes, I can feel the wetness on my leg”

She was hoping that it was something that vibrated, or was made of glass, but when she didn’t hear any buzzing she was a little dissapointed.

Then Marie felt something like a tongue on her pussy. It was a tongue. She also could feel someone sitting down on the bed next to her. Immediately she was afraid, then she heard his words in her ear and felt the hotness of his breath on her neck.

“Do you like what I have brought for you”? he asked huskily.

She barely breathed the word “yes”

Whoever was on the floor at her feet, was doing a great job of keeping her mind off who he might be. Gently lapping at her pussy.

She felt him move beside her, and then his mouth was at her breast. His tongue gliding over her nipple and gently flicking it. It was automatic for him, his mouth knew every line, curve, Kurtköy Escort and hot spot on her body. He definately knew how to excite her.

He pushed her gently back onto the bed so she was lying down. All the while the person between her legs never missed a beat. If Marie didn’t know any better she would think it was her husband lapping at her pussy. That person knew exactly where to touch her, how to lick her pussy the way he would. She knew it wasn’t him, as he was busy fondling and suckling her breasts.

She was enjoying all this attention, but in the back of her mind she coudln’t stop thinking about who could be between her legs and expertly licking her pussy. She could also feel the orgasm building within her. Her breathing was getting heavier, and with every breath she took in, her chest rose and fell. With every rise of her chest, he would take her nipple in his mouth and suck hard.

Then everything stopped. No kisses, no lapping, nothing. Oh exciting she thought, he is going to bring me to the brink of orgasm, and then just let me go.

The next thing she knows, she feels movement on the bed. She is sure that he is going to position himself over her face and let her suck is beautiful cock that she loves so much. Sure enough she feels his feet on either side of her head. She opens her mouth in order to receive his cock. But no cock is there. She can smell somthing sweet and musky. Now she is really confused.

“Close your mouth babe, and stick out your tongue. You will not be sucking my cock tonight, or least not yet anyways.”

She did as she was told. She felt warmth on her face. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. Then she felt and tasted it on her tongue. It wasn’t a man at all, it was a woman.

Marie was so excited she could barely contain herself. She was lapping at that pussy like an expert. Moving her head for better access to all the sweet spots.

“You had better make her cum hard, so I can see her wetness all over your face. She tells me she squirts if you lick her good enough.” he told her.

Marie licked this foreign pussy with all that she had in her. She didn’t want to dissapoint him, and she definately wanted to know what a woman squirting tasted like. He always told her that she was sooo much sweeter when she squirted for him. Now was her chance to find out.

The owner of this new pussy was moaning loudly and talking dirty to her which she loved.

“Ya that’s it you dirty litle pussy licker, lick me, lick me good so I can squirt all over your face and down your throat.”

This only renewed her enthusiasm. She lifter her hand up off the bed and inserted her Kurtköy Escort Bayan finger into this pussy. Only slightly at first and just tickled and rimmed the outside of the pussy. The woman seated over her face let out a long moan.

“Come on bitch fuck my pussy.”

Marie inserted her finger all the way and began fucking this lovely pussy over her face vigorously. Then she decided to ue two finger.

Another long moan came from this unknown woman.

Then three fingers, then four. She was banging this woman’s pussy with all four of her fingers licking her hard and fast, then slow and gentle, making sure not to make her cum too fast as she wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible.

“You are such a good little pussy licker. You have done this before haven’t you? Your man here tells me this will be your frist time with a pusy in your face, but i have never met a frist timer this good.”

Just then her heart sank and she knew she would have to tell him about her dirty little secret next door. Her and the neighbour have been getting together regularly for some hot fun! Although her neighbour friend never squirted for her, so she was looking forward to this!

She didn’t let this ruin her fun. She decided that she was going to give this woman an orgasm like she had never had before. She worked her fingers in and out hard and fast. Licking directly at her clit. With one full thrust, she inserted her fist and began fist fucking this woman. Marie’s arm as sore and she felt like it was ready to fall off, but the thought of this woman squirting all over her face and down her throat kept her going.

“You dirty little slut, fuck my pussy, come on, fuck it hard. I am going to cum soon. Fuck me, lick me, that’s it you pussy licking little slut, make me cum hard.”

Just then Marie felt someone’s hot breath on her pussy. She gasped. It was him, she knew it had to be him. Marie’s pussy was so sentsitive and dripping wet.

“You like having another little slut licking your pussy while you lick and fuck mine. Just look at my two little pussy lickers. Don’t you dare make her cum until I have. She gets nothing until she has done her job properly.” Said the woman over Marie’s face.

She couldn’t believe it. Her and two other women, in the same bed. A threesome she had to admit she was loving.

Just then Marie felt her hand being squeezed inside this woman’s pussy. She knew that this woman was close to orgasm. She lifter her other hand and stuck it in her ass.

“Oh you dirty little slut. You are fucking my ass. Now don’t move anything except for your tongue on my pussy.” demanded the woman over Marie’s Escort Kadıköy face.

Marie did as she was told, and this woman started moving and fucking herself on marie’s hands. Marie then iserted two fingers into this woman’s ass. With every thrust this woman was breathing harder, and moaning wildly.

Marie then felt both her hands being clenched by both pussy and ass, and the woman above her let out a scream, “Im going to cum all over you face you little bitch, you better swallow it all!”

Just as she said that, the woman let go and Marie felt the warm gush on her face. She moved her head so that she could taste all the sweet juice in her mouth.

“Don’t you swallow any of that just yet” he said from somewhere. But it was not from her pussy where she assumed he was. It sounded like he was standing to her left. She dismised it and just enjoyed the feeling of him at her pussy. Bringing her so close to orgasm, then pulling away and blowing cool air onto her pussy.

Marie was almost choking from all the fluid in her mouth, and thought she might surely drown. Then the woman that was over her face, got up, and she felt new footsteps on the bed.

“Now show me what a good little pussy licker you are and open your mouth so I can see if you took it all.” the woman demanded.

Marie did as she was told, and opened her mouth.

“What a good little pussy slut you are. You like my juice in your mouth?”

All Marie could was nod as she was afraid of choking if she tried to speak.

“Good, now you are going to give it to me.” she said.

The woman placed her mouth over Marie’s and she had no choice but to feed it to this other woman. Marie was so dissapointed that she could not swallow the woman’s sweet nectar. And just as fast as she had it, it was gone.

She felt feet on either side of her head again, and was sure it was him. She wanted him so bad. Her body was longing to be touched by him, and to feel him inside of her.

Just as she was thinking that, she smelled the same sweet musky smell, and there was another pussy in front of her face.

She licked, fucked and sucked this pussy with the same vigor and enthusiasm as the first. All the while the first lady was at her ear, telling her what a good little pussy licker she was. Berating her with all the same nasty dirty words as before.

Just as she felt the same clamping around both her hands, the second woman stood up. Denying her the precious nectar she wanted to taste so bad. Then she heard the woman’s voice in her ear

“That is my slut, and only I get to drink her juice, bad little sluts like you don’t get two loads at one time.”

Then it was quiet. Marie heard the bedroom door open and close, then the front door do the same. There she was, laying naked on the bed, horny as hell, and all alone. Then the bedroom door opened again.

“What a good girl you are Marie.” he said.

It was him, she was so relieved to hear his voice.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The day before a holiday, we work half days. I had reports to close out. I pulled out my top drawer to get a pen and saw the red thong Nina left. My thoughts shifted from work to her. She wore short skirts or slit dresses which emphasized her legs.Nina had an exceeding gorgeous physical appearance, attractive and eye-catching. She would cause you to turn your head as she walked by. She had the sweetest smile and always wore red lipstick. I could feel myself getting moist between my legs. She was growing on me.I heard a beep and there was a message on my screen, “Please stop by and see me. Love Nina.” What could she want to see me about? We were not working on any projects.I walked to Nina’s office and she motioned me to come in. She was sitting in front of her desk with her legs extended and crossed. This was the first chance to appreciate the beauty of her legs.“Hi, Kristen, thank you for coming,” said Nina.“I am not sure as why you wanted to see me.”“I have something personal to talk with you about. I have been here for six months and notice that you are friendly. All of this may seem awkward since you don’t know me that well,” said Nina.The phone rang and she reached to answer. The black skirt she wore rode up to mid-thigh and I could see the muscle definition in her thighs and calves. I knew that I could follow her legs up to the place of enjoyment. The sexual excitement was building. Ümraniye Escort I wondered what color panties she wore if any at all. Did she shave her pubic area? She uncrossed her legs to give me a different angle. The phone call ended.“Sorry about that. I have a meeting later this afternoon. Back to what I was saying. I need your help,” said Nina.I was trying to process and get ahead of the conversation to see where this was going. She got up and closed the door. The suspense was killing me.“I am having a hard time getting this out and I am scared. I do not want you to think I am a freak. I am only twenty-three years old and from Utah. I have zero sexual experience. I do not date and have no friends and the job occupies my time. I am lonely,” said Nina.I felt Nina was serious. I was looking at her facial expression and the way she was holding her hands. She was shaking a little. I immediately thought about when I first met Zak, my mentor. Her red lips started to move again.I did something unexpected. I got up and reached out for her hand which felt soft. Her nails were well manicured. I walked her over to the couch. I sat down and had her sit on my lap with her head on my shoulder.“Nina, now that you are comfortable, please continue.”“Kristen, will you be my girlfriend? I do not mean like a boyfriend. You know, someone who I can talk to or have a girl’s Ümraniye Escort Bayan night out. My parents own a cabin in the mountains out west and we could spend a weekend together if you would like that later,” said Nina.Wow! I did not see any of this coming. I raised her head off my shoulder and saw that she was tearing up.“Nina, I need you to breathe and relax. You have just said a lot and I can only imagine what it took for you to bring all this out. What we talk about stays in this room. Do you mind if I kiss you?”Nina closed her eyes as our lips touched. I felt her softness. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. My hand was rubbing her thigh which felt smooth.“Thank you. I had to practice because I was unsure of your response. I knew after I heard you masturbating in the bathroom last week I had to talk to you. I had never seen another girl doing that. I froze and could not move. Something happened to me that I never experienced. I started to get wet down there,” said Nina.“I am glad that you liked the show. I was horny and needed to release some tension. I like rubbing myself ‘down there’ to feel good. When I have an orgasm in the office, it is more intense.”“I want to improve my self-confidence. I have had one sexual encounter since arriving. I met a guy and after a few dates, I went to his place. He started making sexual advances. I Escort Ümraniye did not want to have sex. He told me to leave and not to call him anymore,” said Nina.“I am glad that you did not give in. The age of romance is gone. You should be seen for your beauty. I look at you and I feel warm with you on my lap. I look at your legs, slender, soft, smooth, and perfectly toned. You are beautiful and your lips are kissable. The way your brown hair hangs down on your shoulder excites me.”“Kristen, that is so sweet, and you are making me blush. No one has ever said anything like that. You are giving me chills. My heart is beating fast,” said Nina.“Nina, you are so gorgeous.”“Well, do I get an answer to my request of you being my girlfriend or friend-girl,” said Nina.We both got off the couch. I pulled Nina close and I placed my hands on either side of her face. I was looking into her eyes as my head moved closer. I saw Nina close her eyes and our lips connected. I let my tongue enter her mouth and found hers. The second kiss felt electric. I pulled back and kissed Nina on the forehead.I turned to leave, and Nina pulled my arm and in one swift motion, I was locked into another deep kiss. Her hands were rubbing up and down my back. She released me and stepped back.“I just wanted to give you something to think about,” said Nina.“Let me think it over about being your “friend-girl”.“I reached in my pocket and threw here a black thong with a note attached “Love, Kristen”. I bet your panties are wet if you have any on. We will be talking, Nina.”“Kristen, thank you. Love you,” said Nina.I opened the door to go back to my desk with a lot to process. I was thinking about what Zak would do.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Faye would always associate college with the smell of eucalyptus in late summer, the dusty dry of the campus, and that pale-yellow California sunshine. The fragrance had seemed cloying—almost suffocating—that first August, impossible to escape. It was kind of like how she felt about being in school. Faye had grown up in a college town herself, her mother taught Anthropology, her father was an artist and musician. She had grown up in this eclectic radical intellectual academic artist community of exiles and emigres, of critics and deconstructionists. Not to mention pranksters, old hippies, socialists, filmmakers, philosophers, and political organizers.

College had looked to be too much the same: a liberal bubble where the bubbleheads argued about how many neutrinos could be found on the head of a pin and what its preferred pronoun was. Deep thought. Too much like home, she thought. One of her professors knew her parents. It had been a year before she found her home in the photography department and began to make real friends.

She may have hated the scent of eucalyptus at first; it felt nostalgic now that she had only two semesters to go. It was the first day of classes and he was headed for morning yoga with mixed anticipation. Shalani was her favorite teacher and the class was way oversubscribed. She felt fortunate to get in, so there was no way she would miss it and risk losing her place.

But today it felt risky. Her heightened sense of smell was almost certainly hormonal. About a week after her period, she typically became much more sensitive to touch and smell, especially human odors, the smell of food—or garbage. The other telltale sign was that she was also hornier than usual. She had been aware of it that morning as she showered: a fullness and sensitivity in her groin. There was a medical term for it: genital vasocongestion. As she walked across the quad, she was aware of this sensation, this subtle pressure in her vulva, it held her attention even though she desperately wanted to put it out of her mind.

Yoga class was an environment where she was sure to encounter sweat borne hormones and pheromones and steroids and a myriad of other body odors. To which she feared her own body would respond in ways that might be noticeable even to her classmates. She feared that she would, herself, too soon be exuding aromas that would be pungent, perhaps what one could describe as musky.

She regretted having donned the fashionable patterned yoga pants: skin tight, revealing her soft curves and the roundness in her behind. Like most young women, she was insecure about her looks, even though girlfriends told her that the way she moved was sensuous and that her full mouth and wide deep brown eyes were admired by the males around her. All she could see was her too-large nose, ears that stuck out from her thick black shoulder length hair, and the smallness of her breasts. The last thing she wanted to do was call any attention to herself, especially her body and her sexuality. She just wanted to stretch and move.

If her arousal were to be evident, it felt to her that would be a far more intimate thing to reveal than if she were nude. Others in the room would know she was turned on. Like all yoga classes, this one would be largely female, but not exclusively. What if some guy smelled her? Gross and creepy. Her stride slowed as she approached the gym, ambivalent. The motion of her legs and hips as she Ümraniye Escort had crossed the quad seemed to have stimulated her even more. Faye felt a longing to feel something…inside her, penetrating her body. She licked her lips and drew in a deep breath.

She entered just moments before the class was to begin, giving small silent smiles and waves to friends she had not seen since May. She edged towards the back wanting to hide if at all possible. She remained self-conscious; she was not sure if she was imagining that she could smell her own arousal or if anyone nearby would be catching a whiff as well. She hoped it was her imagination.

At the last minute a male student she didn’t know snagged the spot just behind her and quickly unrolled his mat. He too had yoga pants on and he fell gracefully into a full lotus. Like hers, his outfit left little to the imagination. What ever happened to sweat pants, Faye wondered as she turned away. She sniffed, aware now of his scent added to the already pungent air.

Downward dog… *phew* Faye looked at her mat all too aware that her butt was raised high in the air, giving the guy behind her a view. Warrior; she rose and looked at the distant ceiling, grateful that this was a gym not a closed low-ceilinged room where scents would not diffuse. Reverse Warrior. She felt her legs stretch as she bent back over her outstretched left leg. She sighed, feeling the tension shift as she followed Shalani’s cadence, moving with the group, flexing and bending, twisting and reaching. Not that she was any less aware of her arousal. If anything, the poses were making her hotter. When they came to the wide legged forward bend, she sensed that her crotch was not only visible to the male behind her, but also exuding the odor of her excitement. She flushed. Fortunately, she could tell that Shalani was nearing the end as she moved through the chakras. Faye remained intensely aware of the fullness between her thighs, more pressing than before.

The next to the last pose was Cat-Flow. If she would simply be on her knees arching her back, this would be just fine. But in intermediate, you were expected to do a backbend version. She knew from experience that backbend poses put pressure on her genitals. Her head would be hanging down facing the boy behind her, so at least he would not be able to see her crotch. She could feel herself blushing, face, chest, and…lower. Her head fell back and she could not help but see more than she wanted to of the boy behind her. His tight yoga pants brought his package into sharp relief. There was no way not notice that his cock was thick, perhaps semi-erect. His body odors were strong as well. The sight and smell sent a jolt of adrenaline through her body. Now there was little question that she could smell her own arousal, too. How could he fail to notice? Finally, they ended with Savasana. She lay back, pressed the small of her back to her mat, closed her eyes and tried to use the next few minutes to cool down.

She had little success. When class ended she sprang up to make a hasty retreat. But the room was full of bodies rolling mats, chatting with friends, towels soaking up sweat. The boy behind her stood apparently waiting for her to move; she could still see more than she wanted to. As she glanced back, his penis was bulging. Involuntarily, she found herself imagining it hard and inside of her. Filling her. Ümraniye Escort Bayan She took in a breath, realizing too late that she had held her gaze on his crotch just a moment too long. He had caught her staring. She gave a nervous laugh as he looked her up and down in an exaggerated fashion, perhaps teasing her, and probably to make his own judgements.

Faye felt bedraggled from the workout and her, ah, condition. Her small breasts and well-muscled legs and arms made her self-conscious. Her light brown skin made her racially ambiguous, as they say, and then there was the mole on her cheek. She had petitioned her parents for years to let her get it removed to no avail. They called it a “beauty mark”. It just added to the perception that she was “exotic.” She knew other girls wished to be exotic, but little did they know the assumptions that people made because of the that, from the idiotic to the crude and offensive. She had no idea how she looked to this boy. The worst part is that she feared he would think she was coming on to him, making a pass. She might have had a quick fantasy about his cock, but she had had no intention of letting him know that.

The boy, she finally noticed, was kind of ambiguous too with caramel colored skin. And attractive with an impish smile. Middle eastern maybe? Filipino? Swarthy with dark hair, golden brown eyes, a square face; well-muscled himself. “Mateo,” he said holding out a hand. Latinx or Italian, then, she thought.

“Faye,” she said through an awkward smile of her own, lightly touching his warm hand. “Gotta run,” she said with an apology in her voice and her mat under her arm. Then she pushed towards the door, her face aflame with embarrassment. Her left breast had rubbed against his arm as she passed, and she could feel another jolt at the contact. She drew in her breath, headed back to her dorm, ignoring the calls from friends as well as the grinning Mateo.

She could not believe the sensations she was experiencing. The image of his bulging cock and his scent stuck in her mind as she moved quickly toward her room. Fortunately, there were few out and about. Still, she kept her head down, wanting to avoid contact. And equally fortunately, she had a single for her senior year. She closed and locked to the door, standing for a moment with her back to it. She was breathing heavily, but whether it was from the exercise or her arousal, she had no idea. Without thinking she tugged off the tight pants dropping them unceremoniously on the floor and breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. The room was neat, though her bed clothes were just loosely arranged. She moved towards the long narrow bed and sat at the head, her back to the wall and her bare legs splayed in front of her.

Leaning back and closing her eyes, Faye let her hands roam, sliding up under her top and bra to cup her breasts, tease her nipples, and then down, inside her underwear. She lightly brushed her trim but thick dark pubic hair, gasping at even that light touch. The scent of her arousal was heavier now, dusky. And then she found her swollen labia. Pulling down her underwear she could see that they were engorged with blood making her mons a dark red. Her clitoris was already prominent and sensitive. Moving lower the thick lubrication that had been forming in her vagina was leaking out. She rubbed her fingers to get them slippery and teased her clit, shivering Escort Ümraniye involuntarily at her own touch, her legs closing around her hand. She knew what she wanted though, what she needed. Her fingers were not up to the task alone. Opening her bedside drawer, she took out a terrycloth bag and removed the silicone object inside. It looked uncannily like a penis: not too long, though above average in girth, anatomically detailed and a brown just a shade darker than her own skin.

Faye grabbed a towel from the same drawer to put under her fanny. She dipped her fingers inside again and spread the lubricant onto the head of the dildo. Leaning back and again closing her eyes, she rubbed the head up and down her slit, making it even more slippery. She teased her clit, the labia, and then… she slowly pressed it against her opening, feeling her Kegels tighten. The head pressed in and then it *popped* past that first tight ring of muscle and was inside. She gasped again in pleasure. She longed to plunge it deep inside, to feel full. Instead, she deliberately and slowly pushed it in, letting it open her up, feeling as it stimulated her labia, and pulled on her clit. She could feel it filling her up and then, the “balls” pressing against her perineum. So intense. Leaving it deep inside, she pulled off her top and bra, caressing her nipples delicately, teasing them, making them hard and more sensitive to her touch. She was breathing heavily now. She could feel her vagina throbbing, probably lightly and rhythmically squeezing the dildo. Her body was flushed.

The image of Mateo’s dick was still in her mind. His scent seemed to still be in her nostrils. She pictured him hard, staring at her, wanting to fuck her. Needing to fuck her. She saw him staring as she pulled the dildo slowly outward and then thrust it back in again, this time with a bit more force. She saw his eyes widen in her imagination. She saw him unable to resist stroking his thick hard cock as she continued to fuck herself. In her mind, Mateo was almost drooling, so enthralled was he.

As she reached plateau, she imagined Mateo nearing his orgasm. She slowed, wanting to draw out her own pleasure. His eyes pleaded with her to go faster. She could see he wouldn’t last much longer. In her mind’s eye, his eyes closed and his hips jerked uncontrollably as he ejaculated. His semen spurted out once, twice, three times.

She paused, so ready to cum. But, instead she rolled over and put her pillow under her. She began to rock her hips, riding the pillow, driving the dildo in and out of her vagina, each thrust harder and faster than the last. She tried to keep a slower pace, but in moments she was sprinting towards her finish, her ass bobbing up and down, her pelvis grinding into the bed, the dildo in and out, as she screamed into the sheets. Her body convulsed in orgasm… she might have passed out; time seemed irrelevant. It seemed to go on and on, waves of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, her sweat sheened body collapsed on the bed and she panted for a long time.

…

Faye opened her eyes. It was just before noon, still the first day of classes. Her honors photography class met in just over an hour. She did not want to be late and call down the wrath of her prof, Elaine. She put on her robe and went to shower for the second time of the day. She gently caressed and washed her skin, still feeling the vibrations of her orgasm between her thighs… and deep inside. She washed the dildo and dried it carefully, returning it to its place. This time she dressed in looser, less revealing clothing, grabbed a protein bar and, somewhat hesitantly, stepped outside again and headed for the arts complex wondering what other surprises her day might hold.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Her nickname was Goldie due to her long golden hair that fell over her shoulders and half way down her back, she was short a just over 5 foot tall with a slim body and hips, a tiny ass but her breast were 36C with large puffy nipples. To the girls her other nickname was slut, to the boys it was easy. Goldie didn’t care what they called her, she had an insatiable sexual appetite, she didn’t care who she fucked male or female or how they fucked her, she just wanted sex. Goldie was invited to every party because everyone knew at some stage she’ll end up on her back with her legs spread.

It was on a Friday night that her world was to change forever, she was at the local pub when four strangers walked in, they were all in their mid 20’s and Goldie took an interest in them straight away. Three of them sat at a table while the fourth went to the bar to get drinks, Goldie moved beside him, she had a tight, low cut dress on and as he stood over her he got a view of her cleavage, without much effort she found herself invited to their table.

They were only passing through on their way to a party, they dropped in to have a couple of quick drinks and buy some alcohol. They sat around talking for about half an hour, as they were getting ready to leave they ask Goldie if she would like to join them. Never one to miss out on the opportunity for a good party or a good fucking she agreed.

Tim and Barry went to the bottle shop for the drinks, Steve and Chris as they weren’t driving bought some roadies for the trip, when they got to the car Goldie got into the back seat between them, they were barely out of the car park when she was offered a drink and some weed. The three of them sat in the back drinking and smoking as they headed to the party, Tim told her it would be about 2 hours before they got there.

It didn’t take long until she felt Steve hand on her leg, he left it there for a few seconds then slowly moved it up, fingers rubbing the inside of her thigh, she spread her legs slightly wider as he slide his fingers under her panties. Chris meanwhile had been staring at Goldie’s tits, he took hold of one squeezing and massaging it through her dress.

Goldie was lying back, her head resting on the back of the seat as she stared at the roof, Chris had pulled her top down taking her breasts out of the bra, as he sucked on her big puffy nipple, his other hand rubbing the inside of her leg. Steve was sucking on her other nipple while he finger fucked her. Goldie had managed to release their cocks, holding one in each hand she was slowly stroking them.

Steve stopped fingering Goldie, he grabbed her hair pulling her head toward his cock, she opened her mouth swallowing it as he shoved her face into his lap. She then felt Chris’s cock slide into her pussy, her body had twisted when Steve pulled her down, her ass pointed towards Chris, an offering to good to refuse. Steve held her hair at the scalp controlling her head, moving it up and down his stiff cock, with a grunt and one final push he came, his cock buried in the back of her throat, making her gag and choke on his cum.

Chris pulled his cock out of her pussy, grabbing her head he pulled her over in his direction, she barely had time to catch her breath before Chris’s cock was in her mouth cumming.

Goldie was quite a sight, dress pushed up, legs spread and panties pushed to one side, both her tits hanging out, cum dribbling out her mouth. A big smile on her face from her own orgasms and the fact that she knew this was only a taste of what was to come.

“The boys are going to enjoy this slut,” Barry said, “Pull over Tim I need a turn with her.”

Stopping the car they pulled Goldie out, not that she resisted, she was an sex addict and she was getting what she needed. Barry laid her on the bonnet of the car, it felt warm against her back as he pushed his cock into her pussy, Goldie was soaking wet from several orgasms and Barry had no problem pushing his cock deep into her tight pussy, pounding it for a few of minutes before blowing his load inside her.

Tim’s turn now, he grabbed Anadolu Yakası Escort her hips rolling her over, his hand spreading her butt cheeks to show her tight little butt hole, damp from cum running over it, you could just about see him drooling as he stared at it. After hearing everything that was going on in the back seat with an occasional glance in the rear mirror and watching Barry he was too horny for any niceties, he just rammed his cock as hard as he could into Goldie ass. Goldie squealed with pleasure which brought a cheer from the other three, encouraging Tim to fuck her harder, each thrust making her squeal until he came, Goldie also had another orgasm as Tim pumped cum into her ass.

Finished with her for now they all got back into the car to continue the drive.

Semi dressed, cum on and in her. Goldie was in her heaven, she didn’t know these men, only meeting them an hour ago and already they had each fucked her, the thought of more sex to come at the party was making her wet and horny again. For the rest of the trip she gave them a show as she fingered her pussy and licked, sucked her own nipples, having several orgasms in the process.

The party turned out to be nothing more than a men’s weekend away, leaving wives and girlfriends at home they went off to the bush for drinking, smoking and hunting, there was about 20 of them ranging in age from mid 20’s to mid 40’s.

All were there for a good time and when the boys introduced Goldie things only got better.

Goldie was in her element taking cock in all her holes, a never ending supply of cum, alcohol and weed. For the next 48 hours she barely slept, whether it was only one at a time or several at once she satisfied their fantasies and quenched her thirst.

It was Sunday afternoon, she finally passed out drunk and exhausted around lunch time, she had just finished a solid two hour session as each man used her for what they knew was the final time.

The men had started packing up, getting ready to head back to the real world and real lives. They knew they have had a weekend that they will never forget and probably never have again, but it was also a weekend that they could never talk about. They all agreed that after they left they will never mention this weekend again, leaving it behind as a fond memory, also agreeing to leave Goldie behind as she was the thing they needed to forget the most and would find it the hardest to do.

They left alcohol and weed for her plus some money to pay for a taxi, then gradually they all left, leaving an nearly empty cabin in the middle of the woods.

It was late in the night when Goldie awoke, it was dark and silent, she quickly realised that everyone had left, leaving her alone. She wasn’t worried, she had enjoyed herself but knew it would end and that she would never see any of them again.

She wandered around the cabin finding the alcohol and weed, she decided to have a drink and smoke before ringing for a taxi. After a couple of drinks she hunted for her phone only to find it with a flat battery. She decided to wait until sunrise and then walk to the nearest house, time for another drink or two she thought heading back to the living area.

The next morning she headed out to find the neighbours, still drunk and high she wandered around for hours in the forest, totally lost, before stumbling on to a house. There was no car in the yard and newspapers were piled up on the porch, the house looked deserted, she thought there might be a phone inside she could use, plus her legs and feet hurt and she wanted to lie down. She checked around the outside for a way in, a window to the basement was slightly ajar, she was able to pull it open wide enough for her to squeeze in, unfortunately ripping her dress in the process.

Once inside she took of the dress, she hoped to find a new one in the house. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, she had spent the whole time in the cabin naked and when she went to get dress the only clothes she found were her dress and high heels, someone had Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan kept her underwear as a souvenir.

It was a wild party, thinking about it as she wandered through the house was making her horny again.

She found a liquor cabinet helping herself to a bottle of scotch, drinking from it she continued wandering around the house, sitting in the lounge watching tv, helping herself to a meal in the kitchen, generally making herself feel at home. She continued exploring the house eventually stumbling into the bedroom.

There was a large wooden bed in the middle of the room, to one side a single mattress lay on the floor, she remembered also seeing a mattress in the basement near a wall with something hanging on the wall, her thoughts were broken by the sight of two large wardrobes, she was more interested in looking in them for a new dress and moved towards them.

The first wardrobe only had men clothes, as she rifled through the drawers she found some rope and tape, nothing she was interested in. Moving to the second wardrobe it was full of women clothing, they were a bit big for her but she didn’t care, there were several sexy outfits that she threw on the bed to try. Again she rifled through the drawers and found several sex toys, she decided to give some of them a try, she was in no hurry now and the house did look deserted.

Sitting on the bed drinking scotch she sorted through the toys, she found one about 10 inches long and 4 inches thick, covered in hard nodules, she ran her hand up and down it, turning the switch on it vibrated in her hand, each nodule rubbing against her palm where it touched her. She laid down on the bed rubbing the vibrator along her pussy lips and clit, it didn’t take long for her pussy to get wet, she then pushed it inside herself. With the nodules vibrating inside her, stimulating her, she could feel her orgasm building, she moved the vibrator faster and faster, pushing it deeper, suddenly pulling it out she came. She shoved the vibrator back inside and gave herself another orgasm. She sat up taking another drink as she wiped herself down with the bedsheet.

She found another vibrator that interested her, this was a doubled headed one with multiple speed vibration settings, she turned it on a both heads began to vibrate. Each end had a little ball that bounced around as the arms moved from side to side, the arms weren’t as thick as the last vibrator but they were a bit longer and the ball was about 3 inches round. Laying back on the bed she inserted the ends into her pussy and ass turning it on.

It didn’t tale long before she came again, she then shoved it back in, deeper, increasing the speed. She laid there moaning, her orgasm building until she came again and again with multiple orgasms. Exhausted, she finished off the scotch and collapsed on the bed, passing out.

Several hours later the owner’s returned home, they had been on vacation for the last couple of weeks while visiting their son at university. Opening the door they froze, they looked around from the entrance way and sniffed the air, the smell of scotch filled it. Stepping inside they saw the liquor cabinet open, a bottle of scotch missing.

“Careful Mama, someone may still be here,” Papa said as they searched the house.

They found the ripped dress in the basement, “Looked like a small girl broke in,” Mama said as she held up the dress.

They continued to look around the house finding doors and cupboards opened, as they walked into the bedroom they were shocked by the mess, wardrobe doors were open, clothes were spread across the floor and bed, Mama’s toys laid every where..

“Who the fuck made this mess,” said Papa.

“That little bitch lying under my clothes,” said Mama pointing to a pile of clothes on the bed.

Moving the clothes they both stood looking at the bed, staring at a naked Goldie.

She was lying on her back, her long blonde hair partially hidden by her back, large breast heaving up and down, perky puffy nipples sticking out, Escort Anadolu Yakası tight skinny waist with narrows hips, a thick bush of blonde hair sitting above her large plump pussy lips, swollen like her clit from fucking, and slender legs.

Papa had gotten his ropes and tied Goldie to the bed spread eagled, “Time to teach this bitch she has broken into the wrong house”, Papa said with a sneer.

Papa moved his head between Goldilocks legs, he sniffed deeply taking in the musky scent of her sex, his tongue then moved over her lips and clit. Still asleep out of reflect Goldie’s legs opened wider.

“How does she taste Papa?” Mama asked.

“Delicious,” Papa said, “Try some”.

Mama ran her finger along Goldie’s wet pussy, she then put it in her mouth as she moved to the side of the bed.

Mama moved her mouth to Goldie’s tit, she licked and sucked her puffy nipples, Goldie was still out to it but she moaned softly from the attention of their mouths and tongues.

Papa stood up, he took off his clothes, stroked his hard cock as he stared at her pussy, “Time to wake the bitch up,” Papa said as he shoved his cock into her pussy.

Goldie jumped and screamed as Papa rammed his cock into her, she tried to move her arms and legs but couldn’t, she screamed again.

Mama grabbed her head, she turned her face toward her, as she screamed again she shoved a large dildo into her mouth, choking her on it.

Mama kept playing with her tits, she bit and sucked one while her fingers twisted and pulled the other. With her other hand she rammed the dildo deep into Goldie throat, muffling her screams. The dildo moved back and forward, faster, harder, making her gag and choke. Papa kept fucking her pussy, laughing as he looked at Goldie her eyes wide with terror, but just a hint of pleasure in them.

Mama removed her clothes and straddled Goldie’s face, she pressed her pussy against Goldie, grinding against her mouth and nose. Mama leant forward and licked Goldie clit, Papa kept pounding her pussy until he came inside her, triggering an orgasm from Goldie. He then offered his cock to Mama who licked it clean before eating Papa’s and Goldie’s cum out of her pussy.

“Make her come bitch,” Papa said grabbing Goldie’s head as he pressed it tighter against Mama’s pussy.

Mama sat up, her body pressed down against Goldie face, smothering her, Mama moved enough occasionally for Goldie to get air, but they both laugh as Goldie tried to roll Mama off her when she couldn’t breathe.

Papa stroked his cock as he stared at the two naked bodies on the bed, listening to Mama’s soft moaning as Goldie licked and sucked her pussy. He climbed on the bed, standing over Goldie waist in front of Mama. Mama reached out taking his cock first in her hand stroking it, as it hardened he moved closer to her, allowing her to take him in her mouth, she sucked on Papa until he was rock hard. All the time Goldie was under Mama frantically wriggling and squirming as she tried to breathe, while at the same time eat Mama’s pussy.

With a hard cock Papa climbed over Goldie head behind Mama he lifted Mama ass up and slide his cock into her pussy. Finally able to breathe properly Goldie stared up as she watched Papa’s cock slide in and out of Mama’s pussy. His large, hairy balls mesmerised her as they swung back and forward, slamming into Mama with each thrust of his cock, cum dripped out of Mama pussy on to her face.

“Keep eating that pussy bitch,” Papa said with a growl.

Goldie quickly lifted her neck, her tongued stretched out, ran up and down Mama’s pussy lips and around her clit, making Mama moan.

Papa kept fucking Mama until he came in her pussy, filling it with his cum. with a groan Mama came also, their combined cum dripped out over Goldie’s face.

Mama lowered herself to Goldie’s face, “Lick me clean slut,” she said as she rubbed her cum filled pussy over Goldie.

When they had finished they left Goldie tied to the bed and went downstairs.

Sitting around the table Mama asked, “What do you think Papa,”

Papa smiled rubbing his crotch, “Yes dear she’ll do nicely,”

“Our little Baby will be so surprised when he next gets home from university, he always wanted a pet,” Mama said.

“Yes dear, it will be nice having a pet, lets go play with it some more,” Papa said as he took Mama’s hand and headed back towards the bedroom again.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32