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Brunette

The day my parents sat me down and told me I was adopted was, admittedly, something of a bombshell.

They said that they didn’t love me any less because of it, and that obviously in their eyes I was as much a part of the family as if I had been conceived in their marriage. Their concern was that I wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings. I assured them I did, and that, blood or no blood, they were my parents and it was my biological relations who were at a loss.

My father is a Catholic priest, and as such I had always pondered my conception. I had simply assumed that I was the result of a previous relationship of my mother, or that I was conceived before my father officially became a clergyman. However, with my curiosity now satisfied, I wasn’t particularly sure I liked the truth I was presented with, or that, despite my reassurances, I still respected them as parents.

My mother is the head of nursing at a local Christian hospital, and as a result was consistently on call, and had minimal time for socializing and getting out and meeting people. She had met my father when she was young and about to undertake a nursing internship. Their courtship was lengthy, but they would often sickeningly reminisce about how they had known immediately how perfect they were for each other.

Marriage followed, and subsequently my adoption. They were both 23 – young parents, but with a nurse and a priest as guardians, they were undoubtedly responsible enough to raise a child.

They were now 42, and Dad’s hair was beginning to thin, and he started to use the more generous holes in his belt. Mom on the other hand, had so far retained the looks that haunted the dreams of her high school class. She wasn’t “hot”, but by God she was beautiful. She had pointed features which complemented her slimming figure beautifully, big baleful green eyes and a little point on the tip of her right ear which gave her a somewhat elfish appearance. She wore her dark brown, almost black, hair cropped close to her head, and that wasn’t all about her that was little. She stood a head shorter than me, with a stereotypical hourglass figure, and a strict exercise regime she adhered to meant her breasts had so far retained their youthful perkiness. There wasn’t much of an ass there, but plenty to fill out a pair of jeans and look a million bucks.

But I digress.

Our story starts in the summer holidays the year after I finished my first year at college. I was home for the summer as a fresh-faced, idealistic 19 year old, with the world as my oyster. I had arranged to meet up with some old friends, but after 10 minutes of walking to our agreed meeting place, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text saying that unfortunately my friend had agreed to help his father with various errands, and had absent-mindedly double-booked his afternoon and would I mind terribly meeting up another time. I set back a quick reply, saying of course not, before turning around and resuming my walk home. I took my time, gazing at how the neighborhood had changed in one short year. Before I knew it I was back outside the front door, traipsing upstairs to put my headphones on and drift into a mindless stupor.

The first sign of something odd was that Mom was nowhere in sight. She told me she would be glad to get rid of me for the afternoon so I wasn’t getting under her feet while she washed, dusted and performed other wifely duties in one of her rare moments away from work. I shrugged it off and continued upstairs.

Then I heard noises.

Coming from my parents’ bedroom. It sounded like a muffled kind of cry, the kind someone would give if they were in a small amount of pain, but for some reason or other refused to cry out. Fearing the worst I grabbed the nearest “weapon”, (an umbrella propped against the wall) and burst into the room, flinging the door open, Ataşehir Escort umbrella swinging wildly. What I saw shocked me more than if there HAD been a stranger in the house.

My mother was lying in bed, her back arched and legs spread wider than I would’ve thought possible. She was stark naked, save for an enticing pink lace bra which obscured my view of her breasts. The bad faced the door, so I was presented with a front-on, front-row seat to her pussy and rear-end. In her right hand she clutched a magnificent metallic blue dildo – large, glistening, with just the right amount of curve in it.

Needless to say, upon my intrusion she sat bolt upright, a look of horror at being caught etched in her features, and threw the sheet she had only moments before been grasping in ecstasy, over her half-naked body. Still wearing an obvious expression of utter disbelief, I turned and fled the room, dimly aware of how tight my pants suddenly were, and just how awkward fleeing was at the time. Her excuses fell on deaf ears.

I stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed, still trying to digest what I had seen. It wasn’t so much the fact that I now had concrete evidence that my mother masturbated, I suspected as much given Dad’s profession, obviously obligated not to sleep with his wife, but the fact that I had caught her in the act was both shocking and somewhat disturbing.

I flicked my mp3 player on and tried to burn the image out of my eyes with an assault on my eardrums. No dice. A knock at the door. I knew it was inevitable – she would just try and rationalize what I had seen and give me the talk about boys and girls and needs that was long overdue.

“Come in”, I said meekly, my voice cracking almost imperceptibly. She came in, wearing shorts and a singlet, obviously the first things she could lay her hands on.

“John, let me start by telling you how sorry I am for what you just saw. I hope I haven’t scarred you too badly. You see…grown ups have certain…desires and –”

“Stop Mom…I know all about this stuff…they teach you in school and, well, you find it out eventually…I’m 19 you know?”

“Okay, well let me tell you something you didn’t know.” She paused, as if considering whether or not to divulge any more. Finally she let out a long sigh and ventured, “I’m a virgin.”

I was shocked, and apparently it showed. “What…but how…I mean…” I was lost for words.

“Well as you know I met your father very young. After our obvious attraction I intended on him being my first but, well, he told me of his faith and the career he wanted to pursue. I wasn’t going to let him slip through my fingers over a little thing I had yet to experience. Do you blame me?”

“Well, no of course I don’t blame you but…wow…” I was still stunned. I had so many questions but so few seemed appropriate. My shock had made me numb to the fact that I was openly discussing my mother’s sex life in very specific detail. She told me about how she had often felt the desire and how she wished she had someone she could be intimate with but quelled it, such was her devotion to Dad.

My alarm heightened when I looked down and saw that somehow her hand had surreptitiously found its way halfway up my thigh while she gave this speech. As my senses returned I also noticed a small wet patch beginning to form in the crotch of her pants. She was obviously still ridiculously turned on after her masturbation frenzy.

“I think it would be wrong to deny you such a vital experience Mom,” I ventured, “especially since you waited to get married and everything.”

“Do you really think so, honey?” she replied, “I long for it so much sometimes, to feel the heat of another man pressed against me, sweating and gyrating.” Her hand was now moving up and down my thigh, getting further up with every Bostancı Escort stroke. To my annoyance, I felt myself start to stiffen, and knew that if I did, I would be powerless to stop myself. Seizing the opportunity, I reached up and put my hand on her back, feeling no bra-strap, and began to return her gentle strokes. Her touch got higher as we sat in silence and it brushed my rigid cock. She knew how hard I was and suddenly got a blazing look in her eye. She angled her head in towards mine and I leant in kissing her mouth, not as a son would peck his mother, but a passionate embrace. It lengthened, and our lips parted and before I knew it our tongues were gently massaging each other.

We lay back on the bed, her on top and my hands found the back of her shirt. I reached under and began running them up and down her back. As I was doing so her pelvis was grinding along my leg, and a welcome moistness indicated to me that she was soaking wet.

“Oh babyyy,” she crooned, “you know I love your father don’t you? And I would never do anything to hurt him?”

“I know Mom.” I was feeling guilty, but after all, the woman had never felt the touch of a man and who better to give her the experience than her son, who technically, was not even family.

“I love you so much sweetheart.”

With those sweet words I lifted her singlet up and over her head, her arms moving to comply with me movements. Her perfectly shaped tits before my very eyes, I pushed her up away from me and began to suck on her nipples, gently at first, then biting down on one of them. This elicited a small gasp of pleasure. I took my own shirt off and her hand reached down past our stomachs and came to rest on my throbbing cock. She felt its outline and began groping it with varying degrees of force through my pants. Reciprocating, I slid mine down there and found the waistband of her shorts. Undoing the single button and sliding the zipper down, I slid them over her compact ass and down her shapely legs.

It was all I could do to not blow my load on the spot. My naked mother was now lying on top of me, with her amazingly shaped breasts, erect nipples and totally hairless pussy. I reached for it and used my fingers to pleasure her slit as she removed my own pants and let out an appreciative groan as she saw my large cock, and wrapped her hand around it. In reply I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and felt her soft, moist walls contract in pleasure. My hand was now utterly wet from her juices but this only made me want her more. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it all of before returning to work, this time paying extra attention to her clit. Her breath was now coming short and fast as she straddled me with her eyes closed, but she continued to jerk me off.

“I wanna lick your pussy Mom” I told her, and she beamed at me.

“Could we try 69ing? I always thought it looked like so much fun…”

“Sure.”

We hurried to see who could get their mouth to the other first. In the end she won, pouncing on my cock and taking it as deep as she could in the first mouthful. Then she started giving head like a true professional and I guessed all those hours with the dildo had paid off. A drop of her wetness hit my face, and I began licking her with enthusiasm. As I continued eating my Mom’s virgin pussy, I noticed her head becoming more and more staggered and erratic. She kept moaning loudly and as a result of how intensely I was working her pussy, and I took the lead. Pulling her head up off my cock, I slid out from underneath her so that she was still on all fours, but I was conveniently positioned on my kneed behind her.

I took hold of the tip of my cock as she hoisted her little caboose up in the air – an unmistakable invitation for me to enter her. I felt around for her pussy and, without waiting for Kadıköy Escort another signal, pushed it in about halfway. The result was overwhelming. My mother cried out and dropped her head to the bed, her hands extended to the bedhead and squeezed my pillows in a gesture of immense pleasure. Not wanting to hurt her, I drew my cock out and was about to re-insert when I noticed a bloody discharge on my cock – I had just broken my mother’s hymen. She was no longer a virgin. I half smiled to myself before she brought me back to reality by saying “What are you waiting for??” The words were raspy, as if she had just run a long distance, but I complied and put it back in, about three-quarters of the way this time. She let out a squeal of pain mingled with pleasure, and this time I didn’t get the chance to pull it out. She rocked her hips back until her ass was planted firmly against my pelvis, engulfing my generously large cock in her pussy.

I grabbed her hips and began to move them back and forward, matching the action by pumping my cock into her as deep as I could. I hoped my room was relatively soundproof, because the moans my mother was now letting escape her were deafening to me. I continued this motion, and every so often gave her ass a slap, gently at first, then leaving a handprint. From her screams I gathered that she loved this. A moment later I licked my middle finger and, spreading her cheeks as wide as I could, crammed it into her ass. Immediately I felt her pussy grip stronger on my cock and her moans shortened to winded gasps as I realized I was bringing my mother to the brink of orgasm. With one ear-splitting moan she convulsed for a moment, then I felt her stop rocking against me as she climaxed.

“Oh baby…I love you so, so much. That was the best experience ever, I need more.” And with those words she turned and pushed me so that I was now on my back. She straddled me and gripped my cock before lowering her pussy, which was literally dripping by this stage, onto my rod. With her legs on either side of me, she rocked back and forth. Her hands were planted on my chest and she leaned forward and kissed me fiercely. Without thinking my hands found her tits and squeezed her sensitive nipples. Leaning down on me she worked her hips up and down my shaft. I would feel her pussy around the head of my cock, almost coming loose, but at the last moment she would push down again. Man could she ride dick! Her breath was coming fast again in my ears and her short gasps indicated she was about to cum again. This only turned me on even more, and I felt the cum start to rise in my own cock. She straightened up, with my hands still stuck on her tits and lowered herself fully onto my cock and came loud and hard again. With the full length of my cock inside her, it became too much for me. I felt the strings of hot semen shoot out of my cock and I too let out a satisfied grunt as the cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the both of us.

For a few brief moments, we just lay there, panting heavily, stunned by what we had just done. She didn’t say anything, but I could see how much this meant to her, and after waiting over 40 years to lose her virginity, I was glad to have given her a great experience.

Outside, a car door slammed. With a jolt I realized it was Sunday and Dad would be home from his sermon. The though obviously struck Mom too as she, still fully naked, ran from the room. As I stuffed her clothes under my bed the sound of the shower starting reached my ears and I knew we had escaped.

That night at dinner Dad announced that attendance at his church was growing, and that he would be spending more time at the church from now on so as to better ‘tend his flock’. It wasn’t a bad thing, he said, it just meant that we would have to remain thankful for the precious time we had together, and that he would be bettering the lives of those to whom he preached by spending a bit more time away from home.

I felt something land in my crotch under the table and looked across at Mom who shot me a coy wink. With her foot in my lap I looked Dad straight in the eye and simply said “Hallelujah.”

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Angel’s Work Ch. 05

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I did not go to work for a long time after the football team. I was sore for quite a while, but not very horny. I had saved a bit of money so I was financially comfortable for a while. Collage work began to pile up, after the Easter break I really began to feel the pressure. That was what finally sent me back to the agency, I needed a release.

“Sure thing, Angel. We have missed you these past couple of months. Actually there is a job on for Friday. I group want to have two girls. Two girls that don’t mind doing each other, while they watch. Beth is going and she asked if you were available for it. Want to go?”

The thought of getting to see Beth again got me going right there. “Sure thing. Just tell me where and when.”

I knew Beth would be looking fantastic. I had to do something just to be noticed next to her. A visit to Victoria’s Secret and new outfit and I was ready to knock her socks off.

At seven thirty I was at the hotel bar having a drink, and giving guys the brush-off, when in walked Beth. She had out done her-self this time. Her black hair was in a long pony tail down her back, bare shoulders ran down to a light blue dress that gently hugged her hips, but flared out to stop just above the knee.

I was dressed in a short, pleated skirt that brushed the cheeks of my ass in a very nice way when I walked. I had found a small white shirt that hugged tightly around my breasts, even with a couple of buttons undone. The naughty school-girl look was what was attracted the men like moths around a light.

In the elevator Beth gave me a short, hot kiss.

“Good to have you back. Where have you been?”

“After the football team I haven’t really needed it. It was quite a strange night, that one. Fun though.”

“Seeing you dressed like that gets me going. We should knock their socks off.”

“Wait until the action starts. Are any guys going to be there?”

“Don’t know. I think it is just girls. It should still be fun though.”

We fixed our make-up in the hall mirror before knocking on the door.

“Well hello. Do come in ladies.”

The six women in the room were all very different, but gorgeous in many different ways.

“Why don’t you girls entertain us for a while.”

Beth and I started to dance to the light music coming from the stereo. A slow Cuban beat that got the hips swaying. We got closer and closer, until our pubic hair was grinding together. It felt like she was not wearing and panties. That thought made me so hot I leaned over and began kissing Beth deeply. The sultry Asian sex-pot swirled her tongue around my mouth, her lips tasted of sweet jasmine. The dance was getting to her as well. I felt her hands run up my hips and begin to unbutton my shirt. Her hands were hot as she cupped my breasts, running her long figure-nails along the lace top.

“I like you new stuff, very sexy. I can’t wait to see the rest.” With that she pulled the zip at the back of my skirt and let it fall around my ankles.

A sigh from the audience brought me back to the room. Standing in $200 underwear in front of six, very horny, woman got my juices flowing.

Beth ran her hands around me from behind and we began dancing again. Feeling her pressed against my back got me even wetter than before. A large dark spot was forming in my panties, some of the girls in the room began playing with them selves. Hands ran into dresses and before long gentle moans filled the room.

I spun around in Beth’s arms and unzipped her dress, as it hit the floor I stared at were amazing body. She was completely naked, her breasts were firm in my hands, and her nipples were so hard I had to take one in to çekmeköy escort my mouth. As I sucked on her tits I ran a hand down her body and began to play with her clit. She was much wetter than I was down there, and as my fingers slipped in to her slit she began to nibble my neck. I ribbed the palm of my hand across her well trimmed pubic hair, and shoved three fingers deep in to her sopping wet slit.

As she moaned she undid my bra and let it fall. “Lay down. I want to eat your pussy. It was so good last time.”

I lay on the sofa and let her peel down my panties. A load gasp from the audience let me know they were watching.

“Oh, a smooth; shaved pussy. Angel you are a dirty girl, but I like it.” Beth began kissing me were the hair used to be, it felt so smooth and soft and her lips were hot and moist.

A pair of lips found mine and I was in a very passionate kiss with someone. I felt hands begin to fondle my breasts, and more kisses on my stomach. I moaned a little and Beth took that as a sign to attack my pussy. Her tongue pierced straight in to me cunt, while she used her teeth to nibble my clit.

The girl kissing me pulled away, but quickly replaced her mouth with her pussy. Having a hot twat of my own to play with sent me over the edge. I screamed my orgasm into the woman who had sat on my face and began to eat her for all I was worth. I stabbed my tongue deep inside her and began to grind her clit with my teeth. I reached up and cupped her breasts, her nipples were hard as bullets as I began to run my hands over her flesh and tweak her nipples even harder.

Before long she began to gush her cum in to my mouth, she kept moving as she came and smeared my face with her juice. As she rolled of my face Beth moved up my body to give me a deep kiss. Tasting my cum, mixed with the other girls on her lips was so good. As Beth and I were kissing I felt a fresh set of lips on my pussy, a thick tongue rolled over my clit and sent fresh shivers all over my skin.

Beth moved on to the floor and knelt down on all fours. A girl lay in front of her, trying to force her pussy into Beth’s mouth. As she bent down to start work someone else started to run her tongue around her slit and ass. Beth, it seemed, loved having her ass liked. She cried out and began rubbing her tits as she ate the steaming, hot cunt in front of her.

I looked down my body to see a bob of red hair between my legs. Her wide tongue was stretching me almost like a cock. I put my head back and found a pussy hovering over my face. She still had her g-string on, but that was no defence against me. I grabbed her hips and dragged her down onto my face. The strap cutting through her cunt, and pushing her pussy lips out quite nicely, turned out to be PVC. Very kinky, I thought but started nibbling her clit through the thong anyway.

It wasn’t very long before my face was awash with girly cream again. The girl got up and bent over to give me a long kiss. Looking at her I saw she had one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen.

“Would you like a proper fuck?”

I didn’t understand until I looked at her again. The PVC thong turned out to be part of a huge strap-on dildo. My eyes went wide at the sight of the huge black cock.

“God. Get that thing inside me now.” The girl licking my twat sat up and started to swallow the whole thing.

“She will get it nice and warm and wet for you lover. Just be patient. I’m Tabby, and this is Clair.” The red head slid her lips back over the plastic cock with a slurp and smiled at me. Between them, the two girls began to ease the monster in to my hungry cunt. The oversized head barely fit, cevizli escort when it was just in Tabby began rotating her hips. The giant cock head bulged in my pussy and I started grinding my hips, trying to get more of it in side me.

“Just wait Angel. I will get it all in soon.” Tabby stopped rotating her hips and began to ease the whole thing in to me. Clair helped to guide it in and sucked my clit and pussy lips.

“She doesn’t need and help lubricating it. She’s cumming buckets already. Slam it in to her, the whore can take it.” Hearing this angelic read head talk so dirty began to push me over the edge.

“Go on. Ram that huge cock up my twat. You, suck my clit. Stick your tongue in me.”

Tabby eased back slightly before forcing the whole, giant, invading, plastic dick right in me. I screamed as the end slammed against my womb, and I felt her thighs brush against mine. My clit was getting a good work out from Clair as well.

Tabby began sawing her huge dildo in and out of my over-stretched pussy. With Clair swapping from my aching clit to Tabby’s pussy lips and thighs I was in heaven.

Glancing sideways I saw a tall blonde girl laying on her back with a large red strap-on pointing straight up. Beth was lowering her tiny body on to the massive pole. With a last squeal she filled her self right to the top with plastic dick. She lent forward to kiss the blonde girl and fondle her tits.

Someone asked her something I didn’t hear, but she nodded her head a lot. At that a second woman started to ease a smaller strap-on up Beth’s tight, little ass. The blue cock glistened with lubrication and slid quite easily up her tiny hole.

I was beginning to get a bit jealous when the last two girls grabbed hold of me. Tabby pulled the dildo out of my soaking, wet cunt and they put my on all fours. Kneeling there, exposed to the world, with four exquisite woman eating me with there eyes. I feeling of being so wanted and dirty made me cum right there.

“She is good. She can cum when me aren’t touching her.”

“Yer, but it’s more fun to touch.” With that I felt Tabby’s dildo begin to invade my pussy again. I slammed my hips back and enjoyed being full of cock. The strap between her pussy lips must have been good as she began to cum, and shake the dildo inside me doing it. Clair lay underneath me and attacked my clit and cunt lips with a new energy. The brunet girl began to kiss my back and slowly ran her tongue down my ass cheeks and began to use her mouth and fingers on my ass.

Now you know me, I love getting both holes filled and the tongues in my pussy and ass had me gasping for breath when the last woman lay down in front of me and wrapped her thighs around my head. I quickly began to devour her juicy pussy.

After an hour of fucking and sucking each other, three of the girls made there excuses and staggered to the bathroom to dress. After they left the other five looked around and wondered what to do next. It was still early and the party was just getting started.

Beth went to the mini-bar and began to make cocktails. Half way through the first margarita there was a knock at the door.

“Hope you girls don’t mind. We invited our husbands along.”

“As long as they have cock they can come in.”

Well, two hansom men walked and their jaws hit the floor. Five hot, horny women, laying naked around the room, just waiting for them.

“Get undressed boys. We need some of your good stuff.” I have never seen two people lose their clothes so fast.

Beth began by sucking the taller one, called Brad, deep into her mouth. He was Lane’s husband. As Beth was sucking him, she scooted erenköy escort under her and began licking her cunt, and nibbling her clit.

John looked at Tabby and asked if he could do me.

“Sure baby. But you have to let me get her all nice and wet for you.” With that she pushed me on to the floor and rammed her hot tongue into my snatch again. The sight of his lovely wife eating a whore’s pussy got him very hard. I opened my eyes to see his cock disappearing in to Clair’s mouth. I reached out and grabbed the base of his lovely prick.

“Save some of that for me lover.” I whispered. With that he pushed his wife out of the way and started guiding his thick pole up my cunt. Tabby grabbed hold of his cock and began to wank him off as he was sliding his length up me.

As I was lying on my back Clair swung her legs over my head and lowered her hot snatch right on to my mouth. I felt Tabby’s lips and tongue began to wrap around John’s cock as it slid in and out of my tight pussy.

“Oh, God. You have such a tight, little pussy.” John began to pump harder and harder. Having his dick in my cunt and his wife sucking his balls and licking his cock clean every time he pulled out was really getting to him.

“Wait, John. I have a great idea.” John slid his cock out of me, lay on his back and asked me to sink down on his prick.

“Just like the other are. Only we have a surprise.” Tabby came back with her huge strap-on.

“Here Clair. You try it. Strap this big boy on and take this sluts ass with it.”

Tabby helped Clair with the strap-on. When she was ready I sank gratefully down onto John’s engorged pole. He held on to my hips as I lent forward and relaxed my ass enough to let in the dildo.

Looking over my shoulder I saw Tabby rubbing lube all over the huge, red cock. With Tabby’s help, Clair positioned the bulbous head against my waiting ass. Slowly, with gentle thrust I felt the whole thing begin to slide in to my ass. That set of a small explosion in my pussy, and I felt my cum leak out and all over John’s cock and balls.

With a last big push the massive dildo was rammed right up my but. Being full felt great, and my two new lovers started to pick up the pace of their thrusts.

Tabby must have been feeling left out, as when I looked over I saw Beth on her back having Brads cum eaten out of her pussy by one girl, while Tabby was sat on her face getting a great pussy licking. Brad was near by fisting his cock back to hardness.

“Wait,” I looked over my shoulder, “Clair, go and shove that dildo up Tabby’s ass while she is getting her pussy eaten. Tell Brad to come over her and take over.”

With that I had both thick, throbbing cocks inside me. Tabby was screaming and thrashing about on Beth’s face as she was getting ass-fucked. The sight of four beautiful women all fucking each other just sent me over the edge. I began screaming as a huge orgasm washed over me. As I was coming down from that I felt the boys pace being to quicken.

“Oh yes. That’s it boys. Fill me with your cum. Fill your slutty whore all the way up while your wives fuck each other.” The torrent of filth I was spouting had the right effect. With a finale thrust both cocks slammed into me and began to spew hot, creamy spunk up my pussy and ass. Having your ass filled with cum is the best feeling ever, it’s nearly as good as having it spraying your cunt. Both together, that had me screaming all over again.

I flopped on to John, and Brad flopped on to me. I was in a man sandwich, and loved it. When their cocks grew soft they rolled off me and left me on the floor. My pussy and ass were assaulted straight away. Tabby began to eat her mans cum from my pussy, while Clair sucked her mans cum from my ass.

When I was clean the other got dressed and left. As the room was paid for Beth and I had a shower together and sank into the soft bed. We didn’t sleep much, but that is another story.

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Bachelorette Party

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“Hi Tracy,” I said as I answered the phone.

“Hi Gloria, are you available to do me a favor tomorrow night, it’ll be fun, I think,” she said.

“Doesn’t sound like a rousing endorsement for whatever you have in mind,” I said with a laugh.

“That’s because I’m not sure. A woman I work with, her friends are having a bachelorette party, she knows about it, and I was asked to go. They are going to a private strip club, all male dancers, all you can drink etc.”

“You’ve been to bachelorette party’s before with strippers, no big deal, so why the apprehension now?” I asked.

“Well they’re in their 20’s and early 30’s and I’ll feel like the old lady of the group, so I was hoping you would go with me, she said it would be okay if I brought a friend.”

“So you want another old lady to go with so you won’t be the only one?” I said laughing.

“Exactly and I paid for you already,” she answered.

Tracy and I are both in our mid 40’s and if I have to say so myself, we’re considered “hot.”

I have short blonde hair and she has long brunette hair. Her breasts are bigger than mine, but I’m not small. She has a better butt, but I have nicer legs. We’re both married to successful men, but we’re each successful in our own professions. I have two teenage kids and she has three. We’ve known each other forever and we both like to have fun!

“Okay I’ll go, what the heck,” I said.

“Wonderful, the dress is summer casual, it’s in the city and I’ll drive. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

Tracy picked me up at 7:30 which is pretty good for her, love her dearly, but she’s always late. She didn’t even have time to come inside and say hello to my husband. He knew where we were going and wanted to tease Tracy about it, but he’ll have to save his jokes for another day.

We got into the city without any delays and were able to find a parking lot only half a block away Ümraniye Escort from the club we were going to.

There was a line of ladies entering the door. There was no indication that it was a club, no signs anywhere just a regular steel door, with two guys checking tickets. It made sense, this was a by invitation club for parties only, no off the street business. There were just as many women our age as ones younger. I pointed this out to Tracy and asked if I should go home, we had a laugh.

When we got upstairs there was a sign saying all dancers, servers and patrons are 18 years old or older.

Tracy pointed at the sign saying at least we won’t run into any of our kids.

The room was large with a runway in the center of the room, standing cocktail tables around the outer walls and some tables and chairs scattered around. There were bars on either end of the room. It was a lot nicer than what I thought it might be this could be fun.

There had to be at least 50 other women already there milling around talking and having a drink. Tracy saw her group the same time they saw her and waved us over. I was introduced to the bride to be and the other friends. They were all very nice.

I went to the bar and ordered a drink for me and Tracy, I found out, it was an all inclusive party, so we didn’t have to pay for the drinks, but I did give the cutest bartender a tip. My husband was teasing me about bringing a lot of 5 and 10 dollar bills, he was kidding, but I brought plenty just incase.

Another 30 or so women arrived.

The lights dimmed and spotlights went on over the stage/runway. A deejay who I found in an elevated booth across the room from were we were standing welcomed us to a fun night. She said we should leave our inhibitions at the door and enjoy the party.

Music started to play and two handsome young men started dancing on Anadolu yakası Escort the stage, some women moved right up to it, but Tracy and I stayed back. Our bride was wearing a headpiece which I guess they gave to any bride that was here, because four other girls were wearing them. Nine or ten more dancers joined the two that were already on stage. They all wore the collar and cuffs made popular by the chip n dale dancers, no shirt, with black pants. They were all very attractive, stunning bodies and pretty good dancers. It was explained by the DJ that they will be dancing off the stage amongst us, which received cheers and catcalls.

They hopped off the stage to join us and the first stripper came out of a side door ran on stage and waved his batman cape at us.

As time moved on the place went crazy, the guys dancing around us had their cocks out, the women were stroking them and some were sucking them.

Tracy and I looked at each other in total disbelief, I was feeling very old. I was standing looking at a bride to be licking one of the guys balls when one of the other guys came up behind me and lifted my skirt up and gave my cheeks a squeeze, I was wearing a thong, I danced and shook my butt at him, I can see where you could get caught up in this. Tracy was laughing when we made eye contact while the guy was rubbing his dick on my butt. I just gave her a “what the hell shrug.” I turned around to see who the guy was, more like a boy, as it turned out he was a cute surfer looking kid. I took his cock in my hand and held it, gave it a few strokes and sent him on his way. They never stayed with one person too long, unless they were getting a blowjob.

There were bowls around the room with condoms in them. The guys would roll one on, let the girl suck him or rub it on their pussy then he would drop it and move on. There were a lot of condoms on the floor!

I İstanbul Escort lost track of Tracy when I was playing with my surfer dude. I looked up on stage and saw her dancing with her shirt up with a tall oiled black dancer. He was wearing nothing but a fireman’s hat and a big smile, speaking of big, that wasn’t a fire hose Tracy was holding, Oh my God!

Between the drinking and all the cute guys roaming around, plus the stage dancers shaking their stuff, it seemed that some women were totally out of control, much to the delight of everyone else. Girls kissing girls, fucking and sucking everywhere, I never saw anything like it in my life.

I was standing holding my drink , feeling no pain, looking at a woman in her mid to late 30’s bent over with one of the boys doing her doggy style. I never realized I was such a voyeur, but it was fun to see. While I was watching them I could feel my top being lifted up from the rear and a set of hands sliding under my bra and holding my breasts, at the same time I could feel a penis rubbing on my ass. Ah the surfer dude had returned I thought. I turned around and didn’t move, either did the boy dancer.

“Johnny is that you?” I exclaimed.

“Holy shit Mrs. G, what are you doing her?” he said, as he pulled his hand out of my bra and stepped back.

“Johnny does your mother know you work here?” was all I could think to say, and at the same time looking at his erect cock.

“No, but I’m 18, but Jesus don’t tell her, please Mrs. G,” he pleaded

I took his hand and tried to find some privacy.

“I won’t tell anyone,” I said feeling a little calmer after the initial shock of seeing a kid my husband taught sailing to humping me.

“Thanks Mrs.G maybe we can talk later,” he said and moved off into the crowd.

I kept my eye on him for the short time that we had left in the party. Every time we tried to get together he was stopped by someone that was eager for his attention. Why was I feeling like he should be spending more time with me?

I was able to speak to him briefly as Tracy and I were leaving the party. I asked him to call me at home in a day or two, he smiled and said he would.

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I gave up on my book as I was totally unable to concentrate. So I turned on the television and laid there on the hotel bed mindlessly channel-surfing for several minutes.

It was between commercials that I first heard the voices. The voices were in the hallway outside my door for a couple minutes before they seemed to move on.

I was almost dozing with the remote falling from my hand, when…

“Amy?” A voice called through my hotel suite door followed immediately by a hard rapid and continuous knocking. “Anybody home?” The female voice yelled again and then it sounded as if more than one person was knocking on the door.

I got up off the bed and walked to look through the peep hole as the knocking continued.

“Amy! Open the fucking door!” Another female voice yelled.

I almost reluctantly peeped through the tiny opening, but when I did I was greeted to the sight of four girls alternately knocking on the opposite side of that door.

I stepped back and took a moment to interpret what I’d seen. Coincidentally or not the knocking stopped. What would four rather comely looking young women be knocking at my door? Of course, one part of my brain said, ‘Duh, you fool they are looking for another girl named Amy!’, just go back to bed and let them be…only on the other side another voice was saying, ‘Duh, open the door stupid, what can it hurt, they’ll see you aren’t Amy but you’ll get a nice close-up of a few hot girls to stoke your fantasy for the night’s jack off!’…

Okay, I really knew which voice to listen to, but the big head on my shoulders all too often gets overruled by the little head between my legs. This was going to be one of those times.

Another knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts.

“Come on Amy! I gotta pee!” And then the consistent knocking again.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I opened it anyway.

One of the girls came falling into the room and before I could catch her she fell at my feet.

“Oh shit!” The dark haired girl called out as she rolled over onto her back. “Oh, hi there,” the very feminine voice spoke to me face to face now. I felt my eyes bug out at this gorgeous creature as she lay on the carpet just inside my hotel room, her legs splayed wide open in a pair of very, very short cutoff jeans and still holding the beer bottle upright in her left hand.

“Uh, hi,” I said, unable to stop my eyes from roving over the young woman’s body.

“I’m Andie,” the girl said as she leaned up and extended her hand, “Andie, Andie with an ‘ie'”.

“Hi Andie with and ie. Oh, yeah, let me help you up.” I finally tuned in to the moment and grabbed her small hand to help her stand back up right. Of course again I couldn’t help watch as her large breasts nearly spilled out of her top. Although the top was so thin I could practically see right through it anyway. Of course she had nothing on under it as her nipples were on full display and her nice young round breasts still stood up proudly. Those cut offs and close top showed her body off very well.

When we were finally facing one another I released her hand and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Jim. Jim Johnson.”

“Uh, I suppose you aren’t shagging our friend Amy by any chance are you?” She looked at me as she batted those long eyelashes.

“What?” I nearly lost my breath when I realized what she was asking. “No, no, I don’t know an Amy, not here anyway.”

“Oh, okay. Well then I guess we do have the wrong room girls.” She raised her hand and waved it backed handed-like as if shooing her friends back out of the room. “Uh, sorry Mr. Johnson.”

“Wait!” One of the other girls yelled and when I looked back I saw the smallest of the group hopping up and down, a beer in one hand, the other holding her crotch. “I really gotta go, really gotta…please. Mr. J, please can I use your bathroom.”

I hesitated for a moment wondering how I could refuse as I watched her do her little ‘pee-pee’ dance. “Sure, right back that way to the left.” I pointed down the short hallway of the suite. By the time I turned back the little one was by me in a flash.

“Girl still hasn’t learned to hold her beer.” Andie commented and I looked at her in time to see her lift her arm to brush back her long brunette hair. I got a brief glimpse of her stretched tank top around her incredibly pert and round breasts. They were very obviously natural under that tight gray top of hers. I’d seen women that showed through their thin shirts before, but this particularly gorgeous young woman was intensely the most sexy I’d seen up close. I could see not only her totally erect nipples poking through but the very outline of her areola were also visible. Before I realized what she was doing she had made her way over to the couch and had sat down. She drained the last of her beer and placed it rather sharply on the table in front of her.

“Anyway, that was Charley that went to use your facilities.” Andie looked up at me as she got comfy, stretching her legs out onto the cocktail in front of her. “She’s a sophomore by the way, the baby in the bağdatcaddesi escort group and obviously the one that has a tiny bladder. And let me introduce you to my other girl friends here.” She panned back to the girls still standing in the doorway, they both grinned and waved. “This is Chaise. She’s a junior.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. J,” she said with a mischievous glint in her green eyes.

I tried to keep my eyes locked on hers, but couldn’t, and glanced down ten times in a matter of a split second. She was wearing a very tight fitting blouse that gave off more accentuation to less generous cleavage but most obvious pert nipples. No bra on this girl either. She was also tall girl, who had to be at least 5′ 10″, very shapely broad hips with a very wide leather belt fitted around her tiny waist. Her shapely long legs went on forever under a very short, very tight skirt to the black leather knee high, high heeled boots she wore. With that incredible footwear she was easily over six feet tall and looking a tad down on me.

Andie pointed to the next girl, “This is Landra. She’s a senior like me.”

“Hi, Mr. J.” She just winked and took another swig of her beer.

She was completely different looking from the other girls. She was obviously at least part Asian. She had very straight, very black hair, that she let flow loosely behind her nearly down to her waist. She had nicely tanned olive skin that she obviously took good care of it was so smooth and silky looking. She wore a pair of those soft cotton, form fitting sports shorts and a loose t-shirt, cut off to reveal her very smooth, taut stomach. She rounded out her outfit in a cute pair of sandals. Of course it wasn’t the sandals I thought were so cure as the bareness of her feet. Bare feet always did something for me on a beautiful woman.

“So Mr. J, are you all by yourself in this big hotel room?” Andie asked.

“Maybe since it’s my room you’ve barged into I should ask what’re you all are doing tonight?” I still stood with my hand on the door handle as the other two girls made their way on into the room and sat down on either side of Andie.

“We’ve been to a couple parties, got a little drunk…were looking for another one, looking for Amy’s room next actually. She was supposed to have had a hot one going.”

“I can tell you’ve been partying but what are you all doing in this hotel?” I asked her but continue to subtly scan, ogle, all three women.

“Oh, I just assumed you probably knew by seeing all the coeds hanging out in the lobby and such the last couple of days. It’s a women’s college softball tournament this weekend.” She raised her arms and put them around each of the girls beside her. “We are a team, or at least part of a team. We won our first two games today and were out celebrating. Since we won we get a bye in the next round and don’t play again until after noon sometime. So now we can stay up late and party all night!” She whooped and put out her hands for high fives.

“Yeah baby!” Chaise cheered and slapped her left hand.

“Give it up!” Landra smacked her right and held up her beer for Chaise to smack it with hers sloshing a little down over Andie’s top between them.

The trickle of liquid ran down right over her left breast and that very much extended nipple.

“Oooh!” Andie shook her upper body only adding to the effect of her breasts and nipples glaring back at me.

My throat felt tight, my stomach light and my cock heavy as it did right before stiffening. I quickly lowered both hands, letting the door shut behind me and went to the closest chair to sit down and hide the soon to be obvious swelling in my sleep pants. I tried to remain purely conversational as I worked hard to keep my eyes above neck level on each of the young women that sat across from me. But the minute I looked into Andie’s glaring brown eyes, I knew she was looking at me differently, her expression was as if she was studying me.

“So,” Landra abruptly broke the silence and I looked over at her intensely staring at me as she fondled the neck of her beer bottle, “tell us about yourself, Mr. J.”

I breathed hard as she smiled seductively and raised the bottle to her lips, wrapped them around the bottle about two inches before sliding them slowly back up to the opening where she tipped it back and gulped down a full swallow.

I closed my eyes for a second and swallowed hard myself before I spoke. “I’m in town on business.” At the last of my words I opened my eyes and my gaze was now directed lower to where Landra was sitting opposite me, her bare feet on the table now touching and pulled in close, her knees spread wide, seemingly oblivious to the view she was giving me.

I swallowed hard again, this time with my eyes wide open.

Sitting as this dark haired beauty was, clearly outlined against the soft gray fabric of her shorts were her pussy lips. I was getting my first live camel-toe! I was also acutely aware that the increased swelling in my sleep pants was hidden from her and the other girls only by the way I beykoz escort was sitting with my legs together and hands in my lap.

My throat was suddenly dry and although I could feel the erection still growing I felt I needed to get up now before it became too obvious to hold down

“Would you like another beer or something else?” I blurted out.

“Oh, okay thanks,” Andie said, tapping the brown bottle she had drained earlier with her foot. “What do you say girls? He’s got booze and we aren’t ready to stop partying are we?”

“No way!” Landra raised her bottle aloft again and Chase was just about to clank it with hers when Andie raised her hand over her head between the bottles.

“Why don’t you guys do that over somebody else’s head.” Andie smirked.

The two girls both laughed and tipped back their beers for another healthy gulp.

When I felt I had my breath back and my semi-erect manhood securely pushed down I said, “I’ll get us more refreshments from the mini-bar.” I knew I may have stammered a bit, but the girls at that point were into themselves again.

I jumped up and quickly turned toward the kitchenette area.

When I got there I pulled the bottles of beer and sodas out of the fridge with no problem, but when I went to retrieve a couple of glasses from the upper shelf I knocked over two or three. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. My hands were very obviously shaking as fast as my heart was beating.

I have no idea how long I stood there. My mind was reeling with the thoughts of four lovely and at least partly intoxicated girls in my hotel room!

I took a deep breath and shouted down the hall, “How many drinks, ladies?”

Andie’s voice came back right away. “Just bring what you have babe!”

“Coming right up,” I shouted back with more confidence than I actually felt. I put all the bottles and glasses on a tray and as I walked back down the short hallway I reached down and adjusted my manhood in my pants, hoping to make myself a little less obvious.

As I walked back into the living room, I called out, “Room service!”

Then I froze again…this time hearing my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Standing at the end of the couch was Charley. She was standing there with her jeans and cowboy boots in her hands. My face had to have been burning as my eyes focused on the spot between her thighs. She was wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy panties below the waist.

I couldn’t focus on anything else in the room and it was a wonder I didn’t drop the whole tray of drinks.

I finally mumbled, “Whoops. Sorry.”

The room full of girls began laughing and almost shrieking.

“Ooooh,” said Andie. “Isn’t she a sexy picture, Mr. J?”

“She’s a picture,” I said, shifting the tray in my hands.

Charley was maybe five feet tall and very petite. Her face was very pretty with large blue eyes topped with long eyelashes. Her lips were full which only made that cute smile she was giving that much more intoxicating. She could be old or young man’s dream. Her long brown hair was tied back under a pony tail. Proportionately she probably had the largest breasts of all the girls, what with being at least half a foot shorter than the others.

“I didn’t make it quite in time and I peed myself a little.” The young girl commented.

“Damn, girl! You’re showing a lot of yourself to poor Mr. J here.” Andie snickered. “Put you pants back on.”

“I can’t, my undies are damp.” Chaise said as she looked down and literally pointed her knees out which jutted out the crotch of her wet underwear right to my view.

And yes there was a darker area in that part of her baby blue undies.

As I walked over to the table to put the tray down, I almost finally did drop it as Charley tossed her jeans on the back of the couch. I looked up to realize she had pulled off her top and was tossing it on top of her faded blue jeans.

“What the hell!” Chaise shrieked.

“Girl!” Andie bellowed.

I just swallowed hard and sat the drink tray on the glass table top with a loud clunk.

“How do you like these genuine, one-hundred percent natural, boobs, Mr. J!” She shook those firm orbs from side to side and there was little bounce they were so firm.

“Shit, why stop there Charley. Take off the fucking pee panties why don’t you.” Andie chided.

“Why not!” And the next thing I know the young girl hooks her thumbs in the waistband and starts to yank them down.

The other girls start a strip tease sing-song… “Dada-da-da-duh, dada-da-da-duh…”

Her tiny feet step out of her undies and she tosses them over on top of her bra, top and jeans.

“Damn.” I mumbled myself this time.

Now fully, completely, wonderfully naked, I could see Charley had the body of a very sexy woman, with a nice full chest, very flat young tummy and a damn what a neatly trimmed brown haired pussy. She was gorgeous. No two ways about it. She tanned, smooth and perfect as can be. Her body was a dream. At the moment my lust filled daydream. As caddebostan escort I felt the hard-on in my sleep pants pump up a quick couple of notches.

I immediately took my seat in the overstuffed arm chair once again.

Charley looked at the other girls, put her hands on her bare hips and said, “I shouldn’t be the only naked one around here.”

That must have been a cue.

Landra jumped up off the couch in one huge leap, her own massive breasts doing a heavy bounce under that loose top of her and in the next second that was pulled up over her head. She had no bra either. What was it with these young women nowadays and their druthers to go sans all their underwear? As I gulped and contemplated that high philosophical point she settled back onto the sofa, now stark naked from the waist up.

Then Chaise proceeded to undo her top slowly as she sat there on the other end of the sofa, watching my face every step of the way. She stared at me, as I panted too heavily, while she eased the blouse back. She exposed a brightly colored and very lacy bra. Funny thing at this point I was actually disappointed at that sight, although it was a very sexy bra. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse fell off her arms and down around her wrists. She tossed it over on top of her friend’s pile of clothes.

Almost automatically I sat there and stared at her bra, fully expecting her to lose it now.

“You know, Mr. J,” Andie the spokesperson for the girl group broke the silence. “I really like you. Most guys would have taken Charley stripping naked as an invitation and already grabbed for her by now figuring her for a quick and easy fuck.”

I looked back at her with my jaw hanging down I’m sure.

“So just what would it take you to come up off that chair and get busy with one of us? Huh?” As she trailed off, she abruptly whipped her tank top off, unbuttoned her short shorts, stood and shoved them down. She didn’t stop until she grabbed a beer, twisted the cap off with a flourish and sat back on the sofa tipping back and taking a huge swallow. “So? What? Cat got your tongue?”

“Uh….” was all I could utter. Clearly speechless and with a glazed expression plastered across my face she sat there still crossed legged only in her panties now opposite me with a seductive look on her face, teasing the little hole at the mouth of her beer bottle with the pink tip of her tongue.

“Fuck it! If you can get naked Charley so can we.” Landra blurted out, jumped up again, turned around and shoved her sports shorts down. She peeled them down her legs, showing me her very tight and round backside. She shimmied out of the pants confirming that she had no panties on, the reason I got such a hot camel toe look earlier. She slightly spread before she turned around to display her dark pubic hair that was neatly shaved into a triangle of sexy, wiry black.

If I hadn’t known better I’d have sworn I just had taken a huge gulp of beer as my mouth watered like I’d bitten into a juicy watermelon.

I looked to Andie’s right and caught Chaise slipping out of her bra, revealing her gorgeously naked, smaller, but well shaped breasts. They were flushed pink and her nipples stood out so invitingly. She tossed it on the back of the couch with the rest of the clothes and then dropped her skirt. When she tossed that back her hair hung down in front of her face and I caught myself looking right at a soft tuft of pubic hair sticking out of her low-cut lace panties. They were very flimsy and lacy and extremely tiny. Soon they were gone too, revealing a nice brunette bush that looked as combed as the hair on her head.

“Guess that leaves me to perform the big reveal, huh, Mr. J.” Andie still sat in the middle of the sofa beer in hand, one leg over the other, swing her leg gently up and back. She tipped the brown bottle up and took a long sip as her gaze lingered on me.

Literally this woman exuded a pure animal magnetism, an irresistible eroticism.

I swear, in near porn model fashion, Andie sat up and gently sat her beer back on the tray. She very slowly stood, the room totally quiet all of a sudden, as if the girls were totally engrossed in this performance themselves. The brunette looked me straight in the eye with an almost smoky stare as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and in a tantalizing slow motion pulled them down. Stopping every inch or so she looked at me seductively while and ran her tongue around her lips. When she had reached down to her smooth tanned calve her, legs still tightly pressed together, she barely lifted one foot then the other stepping out of her skimpy underwear. She slid them back up her legs and held them in front of her for a few seconds, letting me admire the rest of her mostly nude body.

Damn she was built, what a body!

“You like to be watched, don’t you?” I surprised myself in being able to boldly ask.

“Of course, doesn’t every woman?” Andie asked, as she turned and wiggled her amazingly tight round ass at me, before she walked away a couple of steps and looked over her shoulder to make sure I was still watching. My cock finally leapt up from between my legs, pushing out my pants at the sight of Andie undulating her naked backside in front of me. I quickly pushed it back down under my palm trying to shove it back between my thighs to squeeze it away.

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Music heavy and thumping. The bass moving through him like some living thing. The rhythm was a part of him. Jason moved and danced like the air through the trees. He didn’t need a partner, he just needed room to move, and move he did like music was invented for him alone.

He came here once every weekend. This was his little escape, the gay club in the town next to his. He loved to dance, to be free, but in his life he had to hide many things. Well many things he didn’t even know about himself. He wasn’t gay, well he didn’t know if he was or not. Jason was shy, he knew that.

As a teen he stayed home every night focusing on his work. Really he was hiding. He hadn’t the first clue how to approach a girl, he let his fears overtake him. As a result he was 23 and still a virgin.

Yes he had a great job, and was even thinking of starting his own company in a few years. Love though, love he had never known. And the only touch his body had ever felt, was his own. Jason blushed. Even then it was under the cover of darkness. There was nothing wrong with him. At 5’5 he wasn’t tall by any sense of the word. He was slender with well defined abs and just enough muscle to know he took his health seriously. He was slightly tan with eyes the color green of apples and hair as black as night.

No, there was nothing wrong with his looks.

Dancing at Motion Works, Jason felt free. As the song switched over to another with a slower more sensual beat, Jason felt arms slowly encircle his waist.

“You move like an angel.” A deep voice whispered in his ear.

Jason stilled a little in his dancing, his partner must have taken it for a sign of stopping.

The stranger whispered in his ear again. “Don’t, I had to dance with you. I see you in here every week, and your so beautiful.” Jason blushed. What was wrong with him, he had to say something.

“Um err…thank you?” Jason replied. They talked little after that, just moved to the beat. Jason letting his body take him where it would. Too soon the song was over and Jason let the stranger lead him over to a table.

He got his first look at his mystery dancer and his breath caught. Now Jason had found others attractive both men and women, not that he would voice this. Though this man, he was breathtaking. He was about 6’2 with styled and shortly cropped blond hair eyes the color of robins eggs. Muscles that looked just right on him and clothing tapered to fit his body.

“Wow.” Jason breathed then quickly looked away blushing

A deep chuckle was drawn from the stranger. “Don’t be embarrassed Angel, I love that you look at me.” Raising Jason’s Ümraniye Escort face to meet his eyes “My name is Aaron and yours?”

“J-Jason.” He stuttered out.

“Beautiful. Jason, you must let me buy you a drink.” Aaron answered

Jason could only nod as Aaron continued to stare at him with those amazing eyes. Nodding Aaron left only to return with two drinks for them. Jason sipped his to find it his regular drink. Blinking questioningly at his guest Aaron replied “I watch you often my little Angel. You are so beautiful I had to talk to you.”

“I’m not…”

“But you are. Tell me, does your lover know you come here?” Aaron questioned still staring into Jason’s eyes.

“I d-don’t have a lover.” Jason blushed

Smiling Aaron answered “Good no competition then. Care to dance Angel?” Magic words, Jason took the offered hand and was soon back in Aaron’s arms moving to the music.

One song turned into five and things were heating up. Jason was moving against Aaron slowly. Aaron groaned softly into Jason’s ear.

“Oh God, I made him do that. How can I be doing this? Am I gay? I’m not am I?”

Aaron griped Jason’s hips and brought him back grinding himself into Jason. He leaned down and softly kissed Jason’s neck. Hearing his breath catch, Aaron softly stroked his tongue across that spot. Jason moved closer to him.

Aaron’s voice was a husky whisper in his ears “Come home with me Angel. Let me take care of you.”

All Jason could do was nod. Moving to gather his things, Jason let Aaron lead him out to his car. “Took a taxi over, so I’ll just ride with you.” Damn he almost slipped and said something else, have to be more careful. He was so out of his league here.

They quickly arrived at Aaron’s house. A two story house in a nice neighborhood. Something you see family’s or businessmen living in. “Well this is it.” Aaron said leading Jason on an quick tour.

“Something to drink?” Aaron asked. Jason feeling a little nervous agreed, what could it do but help relax him.

They took their drinks into the spacious living room and Aaron started to talk. “So no lover, you live alone then?”

Jason nodded.

Seeing his nervousness, Aaron needed to know something. “Jason, may I ask you a personal question?” Getting the nod of approval he went on. “Have you ever been with a man?”

Jason shook his head no. “I-I’ve never been with anyone.” He blushed

“Never…uh oh. Jason will you let me show you? We can stop if anything feels wrong or you aren’t comfortable.” When Jason nodded yes, Aaron let out the breath he didn’t know he was Anadolu Yakası Escort holding.

He led Jason to his bedroom, He couldn’t believe he was there with him. “Angel, you don’t know how may times I’ve seen you and wanted to dance with you. Be near you. You have no clue how beautiful you are.”

Jason, blushed harder and Aaron couldn’t help but kiss him. It started off as a slight meeting of lips. Jason opened his mouth letting Aaron’s tongue in. Aaron groaned deepening the kiss. He moved his tongue slowly against Jason’s not wanting to scare him away. Slowly they moved back to the bed. Once they lay upon it with Aaron in top, they resumed their kiss.

“Can I take off your shirt?” Aaron asked removing his own shirt. Jason getting his first look as his new lover nodded his head yes. Licking his suddenly dry lips Jason lifted his arms as Aaron removed his shirt.

“Oh God, your perfect.” Aaron whispered against Jason’s skin. He slowly peppered kisses on his chest moving up to his neck. Slowly he started to nip the soft flesh there, kissing and soothing it with his tongue. He let his hand drift down to the bulge in his Angel’s pants. Kissing Jason again he slowly started to stroke him through his pants. Jason moved his mouth away to moan softly.

“Can I take your pants off Angel?” Aaron huskily whispered.

“Yes.” Jason moaned out

Aaron removed first Jason’s then his own pants. He took in his first look of Jason, who was in turn looking at him. “Jason” He called, and again when the other didn’t respond. “Jason, baby. I want to taste you. Will you let me?”

“Oh yes.” Jason answered.

Aaron left a trail of kisses from Jason’s lips to his navel, where he stopped to dip his tongue in and out. A mock of what he would soon be doing with other parts of Jason’s body. Aaron moved to softly kiss and nibble at Jason’s hip bones, dipping his tongue into the indentations there.

He moved down to inhale the smell of his Angel….slowly he took his penis and licked the head. Then inch by inch took him into his mouth. Licking and tonguing the sides and Jason moaned an withered on the bed. Aaron took Jason all the way into his mouth and into his throat. Swallowing around him then removing his mouth to do it again. Aaron looked up to see Jason moaning as turning his head from side to side.

Eyes tightly closed and head bowed, he was the picture of beauty and pleasure. Aaron placed two of his fingers by his lips. ” Get them wet for me Angel.” And Jason took them into his mouth licking and sucking them, making them nice and wet. Aaron removed his fingers with İstanbul Escort a pop and brought them down to Jason’s entrance.

“Look at me Angel.” Aaron whispered as his fingers circled the slowly loosening passage. When Jason’s eyes met his, Aaron slowly pressed one finger into him. Pushing it in and out loosing the passage for another finger. When he felt that Jason was ready he pressed in another finger.

Jason’s breath caught for a moment. He could not imagine that this was happening. He was in someone’s bed, a MALE someone. Being kissed , touched, stroked. The weirdest part was, he liked it! He stiffed a little as Aaron added a third finger and it stung a bit. Aaron, he was so good looking, not that he looked at many men before. And Aaron liked him, noticed him. Even had a little bit of a crush on him. He might have one back.

Jason moaned and arched onto Aaron’s fingers. He’d hit something very pleasant. It felt like tingles through his entire body.

“Ready Angel?” At Jason’s nod, Aaron climbed up to once again kiss Jason. “You nervous? We can stop if you want.” Aaron questioned.

“No I want to do this, I want you Aaron.” Jason timidly answered

“Ok Angel, I’ll take care of you.” Aaron took the tube from his bedside drawer and spread some of its contents over his erection. He kissed Jason one more time before slowly entering him.

Jason gasped at the feeling. “You ok?” Aaron questioned. Jason nodded. Aaron started to move again. Once he was fully sated, he waited for Jason to adjust.

“Y-you can move now.” Jason whispered.

Aaron leaned down and kissed Jason, the kiss becoming serious. Their tongues dueling against each other. Aaron started to move, slowly at first then gained some speed. Twisting his hips until he heard Jason gasp, knowing he had found what he was looking for. The found a rhythm, quick and throbbing. In and out, pleasure strumming through them.

Aaron reached down and began to stroke Jason’s neglected penis, Jason started to moan louder and press himself up onto Aaron. “Oh God, Aaron harder. Harder, please.” Jason moaned gripping Aaron’s arms for leverage.

Moving in and out of his Angel. The guy of his dreams, Aaron felt himself saying the words. His hearts desire. He couldn’t even stop himself. “Oh Angel, I love you. I Love you so much.” With one last thrust Jason came spilling himself over both their stomachs and Aaron’s hand. Seeing Jason in such pleasure, Aaron followed filling his Angel, his love.

Aaron moved to lay next to Jason on the bed. How could he have said that?

“You love me?” Jason questioned

“I. Yes, I love you. I don’t want to scare you away. I just couldn’t help but fall in love with you. Then you came home with me, you are so special. I just, I’m sorry Jason.”

“Angel.” Jason replied

“What?” Aaron asked

“You can call me your Angel.” Jason answered leaning over to kiss Aaron.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘So Lucy, who is this?,’ I enquired.

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

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

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

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

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

‘I guess so,’ she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You can bet on it,’ Jenna said.

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*Hey, everyone. Its FINALLY time for Chapter 5! Sooo sorry it took so long but this is like the longest chapter I’ve written so far. Its also my first time writing a sex scene so I honestly hope I lived up to your expectations. Ciao, CoCo*

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He pushed her against the wall and held both of her hands up with only one of his. Raising the fitted t-shirt up her body he slid his hands along her tight, smooth flesh. Even in the semi-dark, the contrast in their flesh tones illuminated.

Bianca heaved with temptation as David pushed his rock hard body against hers. He was angry for some reason, his usual grey marbles were pure white; silver twinkles erupted right before he pulled back to slid the now useless piece of clothing off her.

“Gabby,” she tried to plead but he silenced her with a rough kiss. His tongue slid between her teeth and she willingly sucked on it. He stole her voice while his pearly whites bit down on those full lips. A triumphant smile took him by surprise as she groaned into his mouth. “The little vixen was enjoying it”, David thought. He pulled back, then bit down on her dark bosom and sucked until finally her erect nipple slid into his mouth.

A shiver rolled down her spine as his hot breath, rough touch and need for more of her became evident. With one final tug, half of her heaving bosom popped out of the cotton bra.

He popped the button on her jeans, unzipped, then pulled them down in one swift move. David then, leaned forward and attached his lips to her soft neck. As he devoured her sweet skin, his hand slid down her pants. She whimpered as he toyed with her little button.

“Ahhh Gabby,” she cooed in his ear.

He trailed kisses from her collarbone to her ear, while his middle finger probed her hot cunt. David felt her clitoris stiffen with excitement. He was getting to her.

“Bloody hell, you’re tight,” he commented while nibbling on her earlobe; he was gonna tease her until she exploded. “And you’re so wet, Bee,” he menacingly stated. She gasped and David rubbed faster.

“Fuck Gabby!” she wheezed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the wall. She could barely breathe.

“Not yet, darling. Not until you come for me,” he growled.

Her breathing became more shallow as a force made her body climb higher and higher. He kissed the side of her neck softly. Her entire body felt hot as she bucked against him. He eased off her clit and heard a series of swears escape her lips. Applying more pressure, he teased her again.

“Are you gonna come for me, Bianca?”

Her eyes shot open and her movement slowed. David’s eyes glowed with lust as his finger hit a wall. His mouth drooped into an ‘O’ as a devilish smile formed.

“You never seem to surprise me, my sweet,” he teased her. “Is it mine to break?”

She nodded in a fury, “Yes,” squeaked out.

He stretched her lips and rubbed his knuckle up and down her sensitive love button.

“Are you sure?”

She could feel her orgasm nearing, “Yes, Gabby. Fuck! Yes!”

She leaned forward and tried to kiss him.

“No, only good girls get to kiss,” he chastised. “Will you be a good girl from now on, Bee?”

“Yes,” she submitted, effortlessly.

David smiled into her neck. His tongue tickled her spot and with no warning, he bit down.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed as her orgasm spilled into his hand. He felt her pelvic muscles tighten as they squeezed his finger upon her release. He held onto her waist as her body weakened from the intensity of the orgasm. She tried to lean into him but he pulled away.

His finger slipped out of her warm hole and he let her delicate wrists go; she fell to the ground.

Bianca tried to catch her breath, “Gabby?” She mumbled like a zombie, then looked up.

He stared ahead as a mist engulfed the room. Bianca cried out his name again but he just seemed to ignore her.

The sweet smell of her love dangled from his hand. She tried to stand but her legs were like noodles, “Gabby, please,” she cried out. “Answer me!”

She crawled towards him and to her surprise he slowly backed away. The mist was taking him. Changing him. His alabaster skin glowed brighter as the silver in his hair turned white.

“No! Don’t go!” she screamed. Tears tainted her sweaty cheeks.

He looked down at her and a smile so evil it made her shiver spread across his face. His eyes turned a menacing shade of blue and flickered like burning coals. It wasn’t David. The figure dropped to his knees and peered through her as if she was a wounded animal.

Those eyes. It was him.

“You!” she hoarsely accused. The changed figure flipped her on her back and straddled her waist. His heavy weight bore down on her fragile figure.

“Get off!” she yelled at him. He held her down with ease and unzipped his pants.

At that moment she felt so weak and vulnerable. His hypnotic eyes willed her not to move as he eased his pants down and then, parted her thighs. Bianca felt him line his mandhood acıbadem escort up to her opening, and with sheer willpower she broke their gaze and looked down.

Fear encased her big brown eyes as the thickness of his cock made her involuntarily wince. His purple mushroom tip stretched so far over her lips, she was sure he wouldn’t fit. He was a solid 8 inches long but as thick as a coke can. She tried to close her legs but the figure grabbed her by the throat and lifted her upper body from the floor. With his other hand wrapped around her waist, he brought her face to him. Those eyes held her in place long enough for the strange figure to position her over his furiously throbbing cock. Bianca could see the trace of an evil smirk appear upon those blood orange lips before he parted them and damned her.

‘You’re mine,” he maliciously taunted before impaling her delicate, sensitive body on his rod.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as an unbearable pain ripped through her body. His arrogant, despicable smirk and bone chilling, icy blue eyes were the last things she remembered seeing before being shattered into a million pieces.

Her mind went blank as she felt mind numbing pain and then nothing. Her body was trapped in a prison. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and found herself falling from some great height. A streak of thunder ripped through the night sky as she was helpless to fight her demise. She felt her emotions leave her as her body landed with a heavy thud and her eyes closed.

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Bianca shot upright and clutched her chest. The sheets were drenched in her sweat and she felt tears prick the inside of her eyes.

“What…the…hell?!” she mumbled, wiping the tears away.

It was the most intense, lucid dream she ever had. Everything felt so real. Her neck still burned with what felt like David’s kisses. Her mind raced to find an explanation as details of the dream slowly disappeared. She couldn’t forget the look of those horrible blue eyes compelling her. She had seen them somewhere before. But where?

She looked over at the figure next to her, his sleeping disposition gave her strength. Bianca reached out and rubbed his arm. She turned around and looked out the window. The sun was getting ready to rise and she knew. Somehow, she knew that David would come looking for her soon. And she would be ready.

“I just hope you’re ready too,” she whispered climbing back under the covers. She cuddled up next to her bedmate as sleep slowly claimed her.

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***Sunday Morning***

“Be sensible about this.”

“Sensible? I made myself perfectly clear. I’m going,” David slipped into his favorite car: a copper Aston Martin Vanquish. It was one of those cars you’re afraid to breathe on unless you’re rich enough to own two. Right up his alley.

“You’re being abrasive,” Marc warned.

“You’ve known me for thirty years. Why do you sound so surprised?” David turned the key in the ignition.

“At least let me or Hans go with you,” Marc tried to reason.

“No,” David rolled the tinted window up. He sharply backed out, turned and raced down the driveway and out of the estate.

Who did she think she was, keeping him waiting? He was a patient man but she was really trying it. First, she ignored him for weeks, then when they finally got a chance to see each other, he had to drag a date out of her. Now, she wouldn’t pick up her phone.

He pulled onto the expressway and sunk back onto the high standard leather.

“I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

He waited for the launch control message to appear in the trip computer, released the brake pedal and then let the Vanquish do its thing. Yes, this was indeed his favorite toy.

He turned onto the 57A exit and slowed his pace.

Lost in the prospect of seeing his beauty, he never noticed the changing neighborhoods. The rich, affluent community he was used to quickly faded as he rolled into an impoverished area.

Desolate businesses, abandoned houses and gangs standing on the street corner. He began to wonder how someone as straight laced and delicate as his bumblebee could’ve survived this; he passed a few more houses before the GPS advised him to turn down a block. Unlike the other parts of the neighborhood it was more sustainable and recognizably more lively.

He pulled up in front of a house and saw her sitting on the steps of the front porch. A little boy sat in between her legs as she tickled him.

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“Ew momma Bee,” the hazel eyed boy laughed.

She planted kisses on his temple and laughed along with him until a warmness flooded her cheeks. Her breathing slowed. Heart raced. She looked up, and like clockwork there he was. If her skin wasn’t so dark she would’ve turned crimson.

“What’s wrong, momma Bee?” Looking down she saw a confused look on his face.

“Nothing, baby.”

“Who’s that?” he pointed to David.

Bianca atalar escort looked back up to an expectant David. She never got tired of seeing his professional attire in less than professional times. Her eyes trailed down to creased black slacks that hugged yet hid his bulge and black loafers. He leaned against the Aston Martin, his forefinger grazed that bottom lip. His eyes were soft. Waiting.

“You wanna meet him?”

The little boy hesitated then saw her smile. He smiled back and nodded. They got up and descended the stairs.

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She approached him. His lovely Bee. Her flowing curls were still gone. She looked so domestic as her neatly braided hair swung with each step. She was wearing those jeans again. The curve of her hips as she switched towards him caused a little gasp to escape.

Her soft ‘Columbia College’ sweatshirt matched his cloudy eyes as she and the carmel skinned little boy who clung to her leg stopped about 5 feet away.

He took one step and filled the space.

They stared. Dark eyes to thin lips. Grey eyes to dark skin.

“Morning Gabby,” she spoke first.

“Bee.” He looked down at the kid. Then back to Bianca. They both squinted at David.

“I got your messages its just, I wasn’t sure…” she trailed on. Words were again failing her.

“About what, love?” He asked.

“Us. But, I am now.”

“Are you?”

She nodded. “Yes,” the 3 letter word came out as an accepting whisper.

His heart jumped. Was she saying what he thought she was? Moving to the side, she reached for the little boy and picked him up. His light brown arms draped over her shoulders as his legs dangled around her waist. Those big hazel eyes seemed so familiar.

She looked at him, “David, this is my Ramsey.”

Turning back to the little boy, “Rams, this is David. He’s a very special friend of mine.”

Leaning down, he gave the little guy a big smile and reached out his hand. “Hi, there.”

Little Ramsey turned and groaned into Bianca’s neck.

She chuckled, “Rams,” then kissed his cheek.

A few seconds later he turned back to David and shook his hand with a grip. “Hi.”

David couldn’t help but chuckle, too. Ramsey pulled back and resumed his placed wrapped around Bianca’s neck.

She dropped that smiled. Oh how he missed her smile. “He’s really overprotective,” she admitted.

“You don’t say?”

“Yeah, kinda reminds me of another overbearing man in my life,” she cocked her head to the side in a teasing style.

He blushed and ran a hand through his newly dyed jet black hair, “Imagine that.”

They stared again when words became too much to bear. He found himself nervous. No woman had ever made him, David Gabriel Crete, nervous. What was this buxom beauty doing to him?

She placed the little boy on his feet, “Go on in.”

Again, little Ramsey hesitated. He looked up at David then grabbed Bianca’s hand.

“I’ll be right there in a few, Rams. I promise,” she told him. He squinted then reluctantly turned around and ran back to the house.

Turning to David, she raised her hand and caressed the deep cleft in his chin. His hidden canyon. He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips then kissed the tips of her fingers until a slow shock melted her.

“How’d you find me Gabby? How do you keep finding me?”

He gave her a curious look, “I’m filthy rich, Bianca. I can get whatever I want.”

She snatched her hand back. “And what do you want?” she glared at him.

He leaned back against the car. Studying her again. She was an intriguing woman. Intriguing and trying.

“Please, be honest with me! That’s the only way this thing is gonna work.”

“What thing?” He teased her.

“US!” She all but screamed at him.

“And what about us?” He rose, leaned forward and stroked her back. Bianca looked up and her eyes scanned his. How did she end up in his arms? She shook her head and realized she was in way too deep to go back. She wouldn’t have wanted to anyway.

“I felt it too, you know? I swear I felt my heart skip.”

He glowed at her confession, “What are you saying?” David asked with the outline of a smile on his lips.

She pushed him away and spoke: “Nothing will be the same after today. You know that right?” she said through closed eyes.

He took a step forward. Reaching up to grasp her chin, he whispered: “I’m counting on it, sweetheart.”

Her eyes swung open. Tipping her head to meet his gaze, those powerful orbs locked her into place.

Her breathing slowed again and she gulped. Bianca bit down on her lip and and held her breath. Breathing out an air of clarity, she looked back up to him.

“David, I’m not who you think I am. I’ve got some issues and I’m still working through them. It wouldn’t be fair to bring you into my messy life.”

“But, I’m already there, my sweet!” He exclaimed at her latest attempt to get him to give up on them. He’d never give up on her or the love aydınlı escort they shared. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. And you should stop trying.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Crete.”

David bit his lip in an attempt to stifle a chuckle. She was so stubborn. “And if I don’t, will you run again, Bianca?”

She squinted at him for the second time that day, then raised a hand and let it rest on her hip. Her methods of intimidation were wearing thin and so she tried to compromise. “I promise to stop running if you promise to stop being so overprotective.”

“I’ll try,” he attempted to reach an agreement.

She crinkled her nose, “Why ARE you so overprotective, Gabby?”

He sighed and those smoky, slate colored eyed focused intently on her. “It’s in my nature, sweetheart. I don’t ever want another man to look at you the way I do.” He scanned her. “I mean, my goodness look at you, Bee!”

Their eyes read each other, then Bianca placed her arms around her body in a self-concious hug. David stepped up and replaced them with his own. He knew then that he’d have to tell her she was beautiful a million times a day for her to finally see it. And he would enjoy every second of it.

“You’re stunning and oh so sharp witted. A woman as enchanting as you deserves the world,” he said while stroking her chin. His touch made her feel so safe. So warm and light.

She smiled again and he melted, “I just want you, Gabby,” her tone was almost pleading, “We don’t need the title because you know, I just want you.”

And there it was, her proclamation of love. David never knew he could feel so complete. At that moment, he would have given up everything he had if he could see her smile every day for the rest of his life. “Wouldn’t mind the title though, dear.”

She studied his steady gaze and the way his eyes surveyed her every breath with silent bliss.

“Okay,” she said as a grip of control left her. “But we’ve gotta come clean with each other. No secrets and no lies.”

He nodded and thought for a second, “Speaking of lies, I lied about being from Newport.”

Bianca laughed. “I know. I googled you.”

“Bhahaha, why? Don’t trust me?” He gave her an innocent look.

“I do but it sounds crazy seeing as how we barely know each other.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, “And yet you made me jump through hoops just to see you.”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on her toes, she looked him in the eye, “I told you from the beginning I don’t scare easily.”

Her simple statement came off as more of a threat. But then, she smiled and David’s mind went to mush.

She stepped back and got another look at him, “You’re gonna be my downfall,” she thought.

Ramsey ran back out and she picked him up. Bianca grabbed David’s hand and his skin tingled as it reunited with her touch. That heated calming feeling she gave him was missed. She was missed. It was then that David knew. He truly knew that he was in love with her. Loved her, fully and unconditionally. And he was never letting her go. As if he could.

They walked up the brick steps and stepped through an iron screen door, then Bianca pushed at the oak front door and it creaked open. She squeezed his hand as they walked into the living room. His sense’s were intensified as he smelled the theraputic aroma of lavender and heard the smooth relaxing music of jazz. They stopped in the entryway. A man sat reading the newspaper in a sturdy dark chair, moving his head to the beat of the music. Bianca walked over to the old record player and turned it down.

“Papa?” she spoke softly, shifting Ramsey to her hip. The figure lowered the paper. The first thing David noticed were his dark burnished eyes. They squinted at the tall, heavily built, white man standing in his living room.

He looked from him to Bianca.

“Papa, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

He rose and walked to her. She ushered David over while Ramsey shifted in her arms.

“I’m gonna put you down, baby,” she sat him on his feet and he took off running towards the kitchen.

David studied the older gentleman. He proudly stood toe to toe with him. Six foot two, with a broad build and a strong jaw line. His head was filled with strands so silver they looked etheral. Bianca looked at him admiringly as she stood between them, “David, this is my grandpa, Bill.”

David reached out his hand.

“Papa, this is David.”

Her grandfather reached to shake David’s.

“..my boyfriend,” she elaborated.

David felt the elder’s grip tighten before willingly withdrawing.

“Boyfriend?” his abysmal voice radiated.

“Boyfriend!” A high pitch squeal rang from far in the house. Within seconds, her grandmother was smiling before them. An endearing thick and green sweater dress hugged her while thick coiled hair bounced with each step. If that was gonna be his sweet Bee in 30+ years, he was gonna be a lucky man. The petite yet shapely cocoa colored woman excitedly gave them a smile.

“Did you say ‘boyfriend’, honey?” her soft high pitched voice asked. Bianca nodded with a smile. The biggest smile they’d ever seen.

“Yes, nana. This is David.”

David looked from her to them.

“David, this is my Nana, Betti.”

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Christine’s Big Interview

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Christine needed a big story for her portfolio to make human interest or sports for a major network. She likes sports as much for the excitement as for the men. Christine had a perfectly average body and fit the news anchor mold to a tee with short cropped, shoulder length hair and a conservative appearance. She had been comfortable in a locker room for a while. She’d dated a few interviews she’d had, but nothing serious. She currently dated a member of a popular fraternity and she liked dating him, because he was pretty much willing to let her explore whatever desires she wanted. She really enjoyed the threesome they’d had. But first and foremost she needed to lock down her senior interview for the college station and needed the piece soon.

She knew sexual favors were common in the industry and suspected her advantage was her high level of comfort with her own sexuality. It made her wet to stroll through a locker room. She liked the variety of bodies in various states of dress around her. Christine could just about tell you who was circumcised and who wasn’t as far as athletes around campus were concerned. Everyone was after the big three on the basketball team, and all three had been interviewed individually, but no one had interviewed all three. Christine was going to do whatever it took to get all three in the same interview. The first problem she ran into was that none of these guys wanted to be interviewed together. Christine spoke to each individually off the record.

“I ain’t doin’ an interview with my teammates as much for my own sake as for theirs. It ain’t even got to do with me, it’s my manager and them and their managers. It’s just something that I can’t agree to.” Christine was not to be denied and stood hip cocked with her hands on her waist as she faced the giant.

“Listen, all I need you to agree to is that you’ll do the interview if I can get the other two. It’s not complicated and its only airing on the college public channel.” The basketball player looked her over, head to toe.

“Listen, you fine. But, I can’t do it.”

She smiled and stuck her pen in her mouth. Christine only came up to the center’s chest and looked at his crotch so he could tell what she was thinking about as he waited for her response. With her eyes on his pants she pursed her lips around the pen as if it were a candy cane and twisted it with her fingers as she pushed the pen in and pulled it out. She removed the pen from her mouth, looked away to the ground, and sighed as she said “Well, maybe we could talk about this in private?” Christine thought the guy was kinda cute in a way. She rationalized her flirtations, that if she could just close the deal with the Center, at least she could try for something new, maybe a really good sound bite or an intriguing revelation. And the more comfortable he was with her the better the interview would be.

About ten minutes later Christine was working with a face full of cock and her clothes still on. The Center rubbed her ass and outlined her panties with his fingers as she deep throated him. Before he climaxed she popped up.

“Listen, I’m gonna talk to your coach. He’ll give you the release form, if the other two sign theirs all I ask is that you sign yours. Agree to that and I’ll finish.”

“Damn, aight.” The Center agreed.

The Forward agreed when Christine, approached him at a party. He was drunk and Maltepe Escort signed the agreement almost without looking at it. The Guard was a much tougher sell. He was practically never alone, between his entourage of friends, his agent, and practice. So, Christine had to approach him amongst his friends when she would have the least resistance. Again she flirted with the Guard too, but since he was with his friends all she had to do was call to question his masculinity in front of them and he was sold on the interview.

So, it was all set up. The three big names on the basketball team would interview with Christine at the A/V room this Friday four days before the national tournament. That gave Christine two days to prepare questions, rehearse with her partner in front of the camera, and pick something to wear. Christine spent about twice as much time picking something to wear. She needed something flattering, but not too risqué. She needed cleavage, but not too much. Business, but still attractive. She tried a pants suit with a red sweater. She tried a brown turtle neck with brown pants. She tried short sleeves and long, pants or a skirt, hair up, hair down. Finally she decided on a brown turtle neck top that hugged her curves with short sleeves, hair up in a bun, and tight, not too tight dark pants.

The room was softly lit, with two cameras, one on the four of them back far enough to see her chair facing their three and the other facing their chairs leaving her out of the shot. Christine’s partner/cameraman set the room up himself and waited for Christine to show. Christine’s cameraman liked her but didn’t think of her as hot and even though she was attractive, he was comfortable being just friends with her as she was not his type. To him it was just a class project and they would only be working together for a short time. He had no vested interest in the project other than a good grade and had already secured a job for graduation.

When Christine finally did show, she was radiating just a little more sexuality than usual due to her excitement from the interview she hoped would be a success and a little nervousness about facing a the Center who she blew only a few days ago. But, she thought the unspoken sexual tension made for a potentially better interview, not just between the Center and her, but also between the whole group, as they would surely pick up on it. The Cameraman noticed immediately,

“There’s something different about you? You definitely gonna give a fine interview.” He related to her taking her in and appreciating her just a little more than usual with his eyes. Christine noticed and felt a little more confident with the words from her peer in mind. She prepared sitting down for the last time with her fake glasses on walking through her questions and making sure lighting was right and volumes were good. She was absorbed in preparation and just needed one last cigarette before the big three showed up.

The three men showed up just as she sat down after smoking her last cigarette. She sat patiently as the Cameraman miked all three and did final tests for volume and lighting. She paced confidently through the questions and got nearly all the answers she anticipated that would give her the portfolio she needed to get picked up. She got some great sound bytes and clips and was anxiously excited about the success. After the last Kartal Escort series of questions she checked her script and adjusted her foot. As she moved her foot she knocked over her cup of coffee and set the script down on the table next to her.

“Shit, you’ll have to excuse me.” She bent over at the waist facing the wall dabbing the spill. As she bent over the Center smacked her ass with just enough force and playfulness that she got a little horny spark of ex citement. She turned around quickly stunned and flushed; a little embarrassed, but also flattered, clearly not upset. She didn’t quite know what to say. Who did that? Sprung to her mind. But, instead she said, “What was that?”

She emphasized the word what unintentionally.

“You know what that was.” Said the Forward giggling.

“I don’t know what you guys are thinking, but.” She said and dropped her jaw in unsure anticipation of how to continue. She fanned herself with the script she picked up from the table. And blushed a little bit more. At that moment the Cameraman turned the cameras overlooking the whole scene back on.

The sexual tension was thick; the Forward maintained eye contact and the Center stared at the ground, smiling a guilty smile. The Guard looked at the other two players. The Forward continued,

“You guys got something going on we don’t know about?” He said jovially looking at the Center and Christine. Christine spoke leaving the Center to keep smiling.

“Maybe?” she smiled back at him. Christine’s hands on the table supporting her as she leaned back against it legs crossed then coming uncrossed, toes pointing outwards as the Forward responded.

“Well, we’re a team. We go through a lot of things together. We helped you out with this interview and we help each other out on the court. I mean we might have seriously put our careers in jeopardy giving you the interview instead of the big name media.” Christine felt in control because the interview was in the can so to speak and here were these three athletes flirting with her.

“Well, maybe the three of us can work something out.” She said biting on the arm of her non-prescription glasses. They sat silently until she had made eye contact with all three and curled her finger at them. The three men stood up and towered around her looking down at her waiting just to see what happens next.

“I guess I do owe you guys something, huh.” She touched the Center and stepped by them. She turned around to face them and cocked her hips and placed her hands on them. She smiled at the three of them and said “hmm” curiously. The Forward stepped away from the other three and said

“You gotta have some kinda ideas, huh?” He stood beside her touching her with his body and left his hands behind his back smelling her deeply and leaning over her. She walked her fingers along the waistband of his tracksuit pants and finally reached her hand below the waistband.

“I think we both got some ideas.” She said leaving her mouth open and stroking his dick. The Center and the Guard stood pleased and half stunned with the ease with which she conducted herself. Both men were pleasantly surprised at the unexpected sexual turn of the interview, and perhaps none so much as the Cameraman who was still rolling. Christine had almost forgotten where she was and she stopped what she was doing to look at both the Kurtköy Escort excitement of the other two players as well as the Cameraman, who wasn’t missing a beat.

“Hey!” She said turning her attention to the Cameraman. “Turn the camera off.” Insisting only mildly and still plainly focused on the sexual tension between the athletes and herself. As she spoke to the Cameraman the Center and the Guard removed their shirts and approached her. When they got to her she was wide eyed and had forgotten about the camera in her horny state. She touched their stomachs and got down on her knees to give the three men blowjobs.

“This is actually one of my fantasies.” She said in between mouthfuls of cock. “I want all three of you to fuck me.” The three men stood around her as she paid each attention. Once all three were fully erect she interrupted the blowjobs and stood up. The Center and the Forward fondled her tits through her sweater. She undid her pants and the Guard removed his. She bent over the table and all three players took turns entering her from behind.

“Shove those fat cocks in me.” She bit her lip and sighed when each entered and as they thrusted she moaned and begged for more as she approached climax. “I’m gonna cum, just keep fucking me. I want your dick so deep. Fuck me harder.” Christine howled. When Christine finally orgasmed all three men had climaxed inside of her at least once and the Forward was trying to cum a second time.

“Fuck my ass.” She pushed off the desk and righted herself a little and reached behind her firmly grasping the player’s dick and guiding it into her anus. Christine gasped as she inhaled and regulated the tempo of his movement until she was more comfortable with the penetration. “That’s it baby, steady and smooth.” He spit on his penis as it stroked her rectum. The other two players stroked themselves and watched. Christine’s legs quivered as she approached her second climax. She moaned deeply and arched her back even more pushing her self against the flat cool surface of the table firmly. She got up when he was done. Christine took off her bra to put it back in its supportive position. She was nude from the waist down and semen dripped out of her.

“You guys can’t tell anybody about this. O.K.”

“You think I wanna be a part of an interview sex scandal?” The Center said. “Good, then this stays right here.” she responded.

“It fucking better.” The Guard commanded.

The Forward looked over at the Cameraman, “Well, you better make sure your friend here doesn’t do any creative editing” he said.

Christine looked at the Cameraman and said, “I told you to turn that thing off.” She put her hands on her bare hips in frustration as she finished speaking flashing her trimmed pubic hair tilting her hips.

“Don’t worry guys I do all the editing.” She put her pants back on and backed the Cameraman away from the camera. The players left the room for their respective appointments as Christine and her Cameraman reorganized. “Nobody sees that last part O.K.”

“I’m not touching it” the Cameraman replied. The Cameraman left with no copy of the tape and swore not to mention it figuring interviews were usually a scandalous trade of some kind anyway.

Christine’s interview was a complete success and the Cameraman only shared his story with a few people prudent enough to keep his entertaining secret. Christine kept the video and did a little editing of her own. She watched herself from time to time and concealed their identities so she could rewatch the footage with her boyfriend. It made her horny to hear their comments and none of her boyfriends ever knew the truth.

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Snowball Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Conference Ch. 01

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I was attending a conference in Chicago. I am from Cleveland, OH and with the conference being that close I decided to drive instead of fly. That way I made mileage money and I would have my car there and not be stuck at the hotel like I usually am at these conferences. I am a married man, but it hasn’t been a good marriage for quite awhile, so when I get the chance to go out of town, I like to make the most of it and see if I can get some action while out on the road.

Most of these conferences are the same, you are stuck at the Hotel for the whole day, and then unless you have a car there you are also stuck there all evening. And if you hang out at the bar in the Hotel, you will just be hanging out with people from the conference and everyone just wants to talk shop. How fucking boring.

So the first night I headed out in search of some more fun than what the Hotel had to offer. I like to drive around and look for the little out of the way bars. I found a small bar and when I walked in it was very dark. I found my way to the bar and ordered a beer. After I got the beer and my eyes adjusted, I looked around and noticed that all the people in the bar were men. Not a woman in sight.

Once I realized I was in a gay bar, my first thought was to get the hell out of there. I had never had gay sex in my life, and had no plans on starting having it tonight. I finished my beer and was about to head out when a conversation about Nascar came up and there were a lot of different opinions about the sport flying all around. I am a big Nascar fan and I was somewhat surprised to know that gays were into Nascar. So I stayed for the conversation. We argued about all the rule changes and how much they were fucking up Nascar with all the new shit they are doing. I had about 5 beers and wasn’t feeling much pain. I don’t drink a lot so it doesn’t take a lot. I was about to leave when one of the guys asked me why I wasn’t staying. I told him I was out of money, and my wife would see if I used the debit card at a bar for drinks. Didn’t need that kind of pissing and moaning from her. He then offered to buy me a drink, so I accepted. I ended up having about 3 beers from him. He was sitting next to me at the bar and he reached over and placed his hand on my leg. I told him, “Hey, I’m not gay!” bağdatcaddesi escort He left his hand on my leg and looked me in the eye and said, “You are in a gay bar, you let me buy you drinks, what are you, some kind of a cock tease?” I tried to explain that I was sorry but I didn’t mean to come across as a cock tease. Hell, I had never been called a tease before in my life and it sounded kind of funny to me.

He then said that I was gay and that was why I was in here, and if I didn’t think I was gay, he would be willing to prove to me that I am. Now I was kind of intrigued as to how he was going to prove I was gay. So I told him fine, prove that I am gay. He told me he lived in an apartment over the bar, let’s go up there and he would prove it to me. At this point I was feeling no pain, and was looking forward to showing him that I wasn’t gay and that I wasn’t cock teasing him!

We went outside and up the stairs leading to his apartment. Once we got inside he said, “If you aren’t gay, then nothing I could do to you should excite you, or give you an erection.” I said yeah, that sounded about right.

He said, “Here are the rules, I can touch your body anywhere I want, but I am not allowed to touch your cock unless you get an erection. And if you get an erection I can’t put my mouth on it unless you are leaking precum.” I told him that sounded ok to me, and I was about to show him that I was ALL HETRO.

He stripped down to just his underwear. He was about 6’2″ and maybe weighed about 175. He had a very muscular build and I could tell he worked out. He told me to stand in the middle of the room and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted based on the rules he had told me.

I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He walked up behind me and pulled the t-shirt over my head. He then reached his hands around me and started rubbing my chest. He then pinched both my nipples and gave them a little twisting motion. He pulled me back against him and I could feel his cock pressing up against the back of my jeans. He ran his hands all over my chest and then he got very close to my ear and whispered in my ear, “I am going to show you just how gay you are, and then I am going to have my way with that precious little ass of yours.” While beykoz escort he was saying this, he took one hand and slid it down my chest, across my stomach and then let just the finger tips slide underneath the waist band of my jeans. He was rubbing his crotch back and forth across my ass and was really working his hands all over my chest and stomach. I then realized that I was starting to get hard. How could my body betray me like this. I tried to think of anything other than sex to get my hard on to go down, but despite how much I tried to get it to go down, all the work he was doing to me was making it get harder and harder.

He then took his right hand and undid the top of my jeans and pulled my zipper down. Then he moved back just a slight little bit and pulled my pants down. They fell to the floor and he reached around and placed his hand right over my crotch. He then whispered in my ear, “That sure feels like an erection to me, looks like your body doesn’t agree with you about not being gay.” He then took his hands and slipped each thumb into the waist band of my underwear and pulled them down. He knelt down behind me and pulled them all the way to the floor. He then told me to lift my feet so he could take them completely off. I did as I was told. He then faced me, standing off to my right side. He took his left hand and started rubbing it all over my ass and my lower back, he took his right hand and wrapped it around my cock. Fuck, how could my body be betraying me this. My cock was harder than it had been in quite a while. He gently was rubbing my cock and stroking my ass at the same time. He was driving me fucking nuts. It didn’t take much rubbing on my cock before it was starting to drip precum. Once he saw that, he moved around in front of me and knelt down in front of me. He placed both hands on my ass and he pulled me towards him so that my cock slid right into his mouth. When he wrapped his lips around my cock he did something with his tongue (that my wife had NEVER done) that made me let out quite a load moan.

He then stood up and was looking at me face to face, he had a big grin and he said, “I think you lost your chance to prove to me how you are NOT gay.” He took my hand and placed it on his cock and with his other hand, he placed it on the caddebostan escort back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. My lips parted slightly and let his tongue find it’s way into my mouth. My hand gripped his cock and without even realizing it, I was stroking his cock while we were kissing. He then put his hands on my shoulders and said, “You know you want to taste my cock, so kneel down and suck it.” I didn’t look him in the eye when he said it, I just looked down at his cock and nodded. He then pushed gently on my shoulders and I fell down to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It felt quite good and I was actually enjoying it. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth for a little while then he told me to stand up. He kissed me again and took me by the hand and let me into his bedroom. I laid down on the bed he moved around and laid down so that we were in a 69 position. We sucked on each other’s cocks and it didn’t take too long and I felt my cock starting to tighten up. I told him I was about to cum thinking he would pull his mouth away (like my wife always did) but instead he put his hands on my ass and pulled my cock as deep into his mouth as possible. I tightened up and pumped quite a load of cum into his mouth. Once I was done cumming, he came up and placed his lips on mine and gave me quite a kiss. A lot of the cum was still on his tongue as he placed that into my mouth. I had never tasted cum before but I didn’t mind the taste of it at all.

When I finally regained my breathing, he looked at me and told me that it was my turn to finish his cock off. He moved up and placed his cock back in my mouth and he proceeded to fuck my mouth with his cock. It didn’t take long before he was ready to bust a nut also. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock as he started to tighten up and jerk slightly as he was cumming. I cupped his balls in my hand as I pumped the last drop into my mouth. I didn’t want to kiss him and let him have any of his cum, I wanted to swallow it all. Once I swallowed all he had to give me, I took my hand and I milked his cock to get that last little drop out of it. I took my tongue and flicked it across his cock to get every little bit of it I could have.

We laid there on the bed for a few more minutes and he laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re right, you’re NOT GAY!!!!!!!!!!”

I headed back to the Hotel for the rest of the conference. I stayed in my Hotel room that night, but I gathered up my clothes and headed over to his place the next night, when he introduced me to anal sex, but hey, that’s another story!!!!!!!!

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