Serving My Roommate and Her Friend Ch. 03

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As exhausted as I was I couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. I was far too horny to stay asleep for any significant stretch. It was hard to get comfortable in the first place and when I did fall asleep it wasn’t long before I woke up humping the bed. By 8am I realized it wasn’t worth trying to sleep any more, I might as well get up and use this time. There was dried cum all over my chest and stomach, I needed to start with a shower.

I had barely gotten into the bathroom when I realized my cock was already standing at attention, this was going to be a long day. I hopped into the shower trying to use the hot water to relax myself. Instead my hands had a mind of their own. I rubbed and pinched my nipples as I cleaned my chest and my dick had probably never been cleaner with how much attention I gave it. I was thorough when washing my ass as well. I even tickled my hole with the end of a soapy finger. All of this could have been a lot more fun if I were allowed to release some tension.

At least I was clean now. Maybe a quick shot of cold water will at least let me think straight for a little while. Turning down the temperature I yelped at the cold but my dick did calm down some, it wasn’t fully soft but it wasn’t sticking straight out either.

I toweled dry and went back to my room to get dressed. I threw on some boxers, gym shorts, and a t-shirt, my usual lazy day-in attire.

On my way downstairs I passed Katie’s room. Her door was still shut so I put my ear to it. It sounded like she was still sleeping, must have been nice to have a big orgasm and then roll over to sleep. I wanted to go in and watch her sleep but held off.

I continued to the kitchen, I wanted to give Katie something nice when she woke up. I started a pot of coffee and then looked though what I could make for breakfast, she deserved a feast. I started by frying up some bacon, the small must have made its way up to Katie’s room because before too long I heard her stirring upstairs. Next I prepared some pancakes and scrambled eggs. I was just finishing the last pancake when I heard Katie come down the stairs.

I looked at my gorgeous roommate turned lover. No, “lover” seemed more intimate than our current situation, she was the boss and I was just the pet.

She was just wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of panties. The shirt came down low enough to make it appear that she wasn’t wearing anything else most of the time. This was definitely less than her usual lazy day attire.

“Good morning, Miss…”

“What’s going on here?” She cut me off sternly.

“Oh, uh, I made breakfast, I thought…”

“That part is clear, and it smells great, but I want to know why the fuck you’re wearing clothes.”

I stared at her in confusion as she walked up to me. She took the spatula out of my hand and pulled my shirt over my head.

“In this house you will always be naked unless explicitly told otherwise.”

“Oh, I didn’t know”

She pointed to my shorts. I quickly pushed them down.

“And you’re wearing boxers! Even when you’re allowed to put clothes on it will rarely include underwear.”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Katie, this is all so new.” I slipped my boxers off as well.

Her eyes softened and she put her hand on my cheek, “it’s new for all of us. But now that you know this rule I expect it to be followed at all times.”

“Of course, Miss Katie. May I ask? Are there other rules I should know?”

“Don’t come and don’t wear clothes are the big ones so far. Others will come in time. I’m sure Miss Caroline has some ideas for you,” she looked off in thought, “for both of us, I guess…”

I turned back to the stove in time to save the rest of the food from burning as the mention of Miss Caroline made me drift off in thought too. Her sexy toes and their shiny black nail polish popped into my head. How could a pair of feet, even a pair as perfect as Miss Caroline’s, take control of me like that? Why are they the first thing I think about? Her big tits, her round ass, her knowing smile. Any of those would make more sense. But I guess it wasn’t about sense it was about instinct. And my instinct now was to serve Miss Caroline and that service started with me at her feet.

I finished making breakfast and brought it to the table. Katie had poured herself some coffee and was waiting for her food. I put the serving plates in front of her plate on the table.

“This looks delicious, pet, I’ll take some of everything,” she said as she leaned back in her chair and sipped her coffee.

Realizing what she wanted I took her plate and served her some pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon.

“Oh, the syrup,” I ran back into the kitchen to get the bottle of real maple syrup I had been warming in some hot water. I placed it next to her and turned to move to my seat when Miss Katie’s hand reached out quickly and grabbed my cock, pulling me back to her.

“You should stay right here next to me at the ready in case I need anything else.”

She stroked my cock to its fullness. I closed suadiye escort my eyes as a moan escaped my mouth. She kept stroking.

“Remember, don’t you dare even think about coming.”

She let go of my cock and focused on her meal. I stood silently next to her, my cock yearning for attention. Every few bites she’d give me a few more strokes. She got a little pre-cum on her hand and without a word just lifted it towards my mouth, I bent down and cleaned it for her.

“Good boy,” and she went back to eating.

When she finished she leaned back in her chair content. “Mmm, that was great pet. I could get used to this. You’ve got me thinking about the other ways you can serve around here that don’t just involve your tongue,” she sipped her coffee, “oh but speaking of that tongue…” Miss Katie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her.

I scurried under the table to her feet. She wiggled her toes but kept her feet on the floor. I bent down low on all fours with my ass in the air and kissed each toe. I worked my way up one foot placing small kisses all along its top. I got to her ankle and continued up her leg kissing over and over. When I reached her knee I switched legs and worked back down the same way. I could still taste a hint of the orange-flavored massage oil from last night. Arriving back at her toes I gave each a kiss again.

Katie was enjoying herself and she never took her eyes off of me. “Oh, you still haven’t had anything to eat, have you pet? You must be famished.” She took the bottle of syrup and poured some into a bowl. She dipped her finger into it and licked it clean, “mmm, delicious.” She put the bowl on the floor next to her feet and dipped a toe into it.

She barely had to offer it to me before I devoured her toe. The syrup was sticky and thick and required some passionate sucking to clean it from her toe. By the time I was done with one toe her other foot was in front of me dripping with syrup. I lapped at her toe getting all I could before putting it in my mouth to suck clean. And once again another toe was waiting for me.

We continued like this for a little while until Katie managed to coat the ball of one foot with the sticky sweetness. I held her foot in my hand and licked the entire sole up and down. It was a lot of work to get every last bit of syrup from it but it was worth every moment.

All this time Katie just watched me. Her hands rested on her thighs and while she was clearly turned on she didn’t touch herself at all. Her nipples were straining her shirt and I could see her panties getting wet, but still she just watched me kiss and lick her feet.

Finally she used a foot under my chin to lift my eyes to hers, “mmm, that was very nice pet, thank you. You clearly like worshiping my feet.”

“Yes I do, thank you for the privilege, Miss Katie.”

“It is a privilege. Simply being allowed in my presence is a privilege.” Katie’s phone buzzed, she looked at it and continued, “and it looks like soon there will be some new privileges around here. Miss Caroline says she’s ‘looking forward to seeing her baby girl and her pet.’ She’ll be here tomorrow after work. It won’t be long now before that tongue will lick this pussy.” Miss Katie rubbed herself through her panties.

“I can’t wait to have that honor.”

“If I’m being honest, pet, I’m nervous about the idea of licking her pussy, I’ve never done anything like that before. But Miss Caroline is very beautiful and she has a commanding presence. And if that’s the price it costs to be able to open my legs and have you make me come whenever I want, it will be worth it.”

Katie grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to her pussy. My nose was about an inch away and I took a deep breath. Her aroma was intoxicating.

“Breathe it in, pet.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. “So eager, you want to lick it right now.”

I really did. Thoughts of Miss Caroline were the only thing to keep me from diving in.

“What if I did this?” Katie pulled her panties to the side and left me dangerously close to her glistening lips. Her smell was even stronger. I could have easily stuck my tongue out and flicked across her clit.

“I… I can’t, Miss Katie, I’m sorry.”

She slid her fingers up and down her plump lips and pulled them apart giving me an intimate view of her lovely pussy.

“Just a little taste…” she pushed her wet fingers into my mouth and I greedily sucked them clean. I licked my lips and savored her taste.

Katie then made a move thrusting her pelvis toward me, in a panic I fell backward and almost hit my head on the underside of the table.

Katie chucked at me, “good boy. Miss Caroline will be pleased.” Another test.

Katie slipped off her wet panties and hung them around my neck before she got up from the table. “I hope your breakfast isn’t too cold now, you know, if you’re still hungry,” she laughed, “I’m going to the gym, I’ll be back in a few hours. I want this place clean when I get back.”

I sat there yakacık escort under the table just enjoying her scent. Katie bounced upstairs and a few minutes later bounced back down in gym clothes. With nothing more than a chuckle I could only assume was about me she was out the door.

I finally realized how hungry I was and sat down at the table to eat. I had a feeling I’d need my energy. Afterwards I cleaned up the mess from breakfast and moved on to the rest of the house. I checked online to find good ways to finish cleaning the cum in the living room from yesterday’s fun, hopefully it wasn’t too late. Since I had time before Miss Katie would return I decided to tidy up around the house. It was a little weird doing all of this naked, most of the time with a hard cock thanks to the panties around my neck and the musky scent coming from them.

I was just finishing putting clean sheets on Miss Katie’s bed when I heard the front door open. I went downstairs to find Miss Katie sitting in the living room. She had clearly skipped the shower after her workout, her skin was glistening.

“Ah what a great workout.”

“It sure looks like you worked up a good sweat.”

“That I did,” she said looking down at herself, “get me a Gatorade.”

I got a cold one from the fridge and brought it to Miss Katie.

“I need to get out of these sweaty gym clothes but I barely have the energy to move,” Miss Katie said in a way that made it clear she was giving me an order.

I sat on the floor in front of her and started by taking off her shoes followed by her socks.

Katie shoved her feet into my face, “they must smell worse now.”

I breathed in her earthy scent, “I wouldn’t say ‘worse’, Miss Katie, just… ‘stronger’. In an intoxicating way.”

She dropped her feet into my hands and I massaged them for a few minutes while she finished her drink. When she was satisfied she put her feet on the ground and spread her legs. I crawled up to the couch between them and took a hold of her gym pants, slipped them under her ass, and pulled them off her legs. I did the same with her panties. She sat up and I pulled her tank top over her head, followed by her sports bra

“Thank you, pet, you’re a good boy.” Even the slightest praise filled me with pride. “Looks like you did a good job cleaning up around here too, even got the cum we left behind. You deserve a reward.”

Since I couldn’t come I knew it wouldn’t be the reward I really wanted. I was worried about how much of a reward it would even be.

“Lay down on your back in the middle of the room.”

Katie grabbed herself a pillow and laid down next to me on her side. She looked down at my cock standing straight up.

“Nice to see that thing is already ready to go. Has it been hard like that all day?”

“Pretty much. At least since you came down for breakfast, Miss Katie.”

“Aww, isn’t that sweet. I know a few fun things you can do with a hard dick.”

Miss Katie took my dick in her hand and started playing with it. She wasn’t stroking it but it still felt nice. She found a bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip, took it with her finger, and brought it to my mouth. I eagerly sucked it clean.

“That’s so damn hot. Can you believe it was only a day ago that I had to force you to clean up your messes?”

“It feels like another lifetime.”

Miss Katie leaned down and kissed me deeply. Even with all the things we had done recently this was our most intimate moment. As our tongues danced I felt her wrap her hand around my dick and start stroking it. I moaned into her mouth. She wasn’t stroking very fast but I was so horny and my dick was so sensitive I feared it wouldn’t take much.

Katie repositioned herself so that my mouth was lined up with her tits. They were still sweaty from her workout and I was happy to lick them. Katie spit in her hand and used it to lube my dick as she started stroking faster. It was getting harder to concentrate on her lovely chest but I did my best, sucking and nibbling on her nipples and kissing her tits all over.

Kate picked up the pace. She found some more pre-cum leaking and this time smeared it on her nipples. I got to lick up my drippings as I worshiped her tits. She snuggled herself in close to me ensuring I could feel her warmth. She laid a leg across mine and slid it up and down, her skin was so smooth. I placed my hand on her thigh and caressed it. I could feel myself getting close now. I let her nipple fall from my mouth, “please stop, Miss Katie.”

“You don’t want me to stroke your cock?”

“Of course I do but you’re going to make me come.”

“And you don’t want to come?”

“I desperately want to but you know I’m not allowed. I don’t want to disobey Miss Caroline!”

“No we couldn’t have that.”

Katie let go of my dick and it throbbed a couple of times. I laid there with my eyes closed just breathing trying to get myself under control. Katie lightly played with my nipples.

“Good boy. But I think we can get closer.”

My şerifali escort eyes shot open. Closer?!?

Some more spit and she grabbed my cock again. She started at a medium pace this time. I tried to just focus on not coming but Katie rubbed some more pre-cum on her nipple and dropped it into my mouth again. I couldn’t help but suck on it as she stroked faster. She added a twist to her stroke. I held out for a few minutes at this pace though it felt much longer. I tried pulling my cock from her but she never let go.

Finally I screamed, “stop, stop, stop, stop…”

Katie gave me one last stroke before letting go. My cock throbbed over and over and dripped pre-cum on my belly.

“Don’t come,” Katie said in a singsong voice. She collected all the pre-cum she could find and fed it to me. Sucking her fingers clean just made me want to come even more.

Katie only let me recover for a minute before wrapping her hand around my cock again. She stroked my dick hard and fast.

“Don’t come…”

After a dozen strokes she let go of my cock and rubbed my balls.

“Don’t. Come.”

My hips involuntarily made little thrusts hoping to connect my dick with something to help push me over the edge but there was nothing but air. Miss Katie just laughed at my predicament.

She repeated this pattern over and over. Giving my cock a dozen or so fast strokes to bring me to the edge then letting go and watching it throb and drip. Of course any pre-cum that leaked out was fed to me. Sometimes she’d let me recover between strokes, other times she’d barely take a breath before bringing me to the edge again.

After a torturous hour or so (that felt like a day) and being pushed to the edge more times than I could count Miss Katie let me really rest between stroking sessions. I was worried this meant something big was coming. As I laid there with my eyes closed trying to calm down any way I could Miss Kaite ran her hands along my body.

She started simply with a few basic strokes before she brought her hand to my mouth.

“Spit.”

I gave her as much as I could muster. I still had her panties around by neck, she lifted the crotch of them up onto my nose. The small of her arousal from this morning was intoxicating. She started stroking my dick very slowly using my spit as lube. But she sped up with each stroke. After a long buildup she got back to a fast pace again. I was moving my hips all around trying to get away but she had a strong grip on my cock.

“Don’t come.”

She stroked faster.

“DON’T COME.”

She stroked faster still

“DON’T! COME!”

“Then please stop!”

“No.”

She continued stroking. I really didn’t know if I could take much more. In desperation I grabbed her wrist to slow her down. Her free hand reached out and slapped the head of my dick.

“Fuck!”

“Don’t you dare!” she slapped me again, “all you’re allowed to do is lay there and not come. Sit on your hands.”

I let go and slipped my hands under my ass. She put her hand under my mouth for more spit and then went right back to quickly stroking me. The pain of the slaps had softened my dick some but her stroking had me rock hard again.

I was right back in the same predicament as I was before I grabbed her arm but now I was worried she just wouldn’t stop. Worried that I would disappoint Miss Caroline but also excited at the idea of finally being able to come. She moved her thumb so it rubbed on the underside of my head with each stroke. I could feel my cum starting to rise.

“Don’t come.”

But I desperately wanted to come. Even the thought of Miss Caroline could barely hold me back.

“I’m so close! I’m about to come!” I gave in to my animalistic needs, “oh god please let me come!”

Miss Katie stopped stroking immediately. I thrust my hips in the air but there was nothing to help me over, “just one more stroke, please!”

Miss Katie laughed as she squeezed the base of my cock with one hand and with her other hand squeezed my balls and pulled them down. I stared at my cock as it throbbed in her hand. The feeling that I was about to come never went away but I didn’t get release either. More pre-cum leaked out but no actual cum. I was sitting right on the edge of an orgasm and couldn’t get over, Miss Katie was holding me there expertly. It was an exhilarating and terrible sensation. Like knowing you’re about to have the world’s biggest sneeze but it won’t happen no matter what you do. Eventually she let go and we watched my cock twitch as she ran her fingers around the area collecting pre-cum.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be able to stop that time.”

“At the end I didn’t want to.”

“I know, that was very bad of you,” she teased, “but you didn’t come, Miss Caroline will be happy.”

“Thank you for stopping me, Miss Katie.”

“It was my pleasure, pet.”

She brought her hands to my mouth so I could clean the pre-cum from them.

“Did you ever think you’d be thanking a beautiful woman for not letting you come?”

“No,” I laughed, my body still shaking from being so close, “but I never thought any of the last day and a half would happen.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Katie laughed, “would you change anything that’s happened so far?”

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I awakened with my butt spooned into Jesse’s groin, both of us on our sides, his placid cock inside me, me encased in his arms, his strong hands fanned out over my pecs. I felt for the ring. It was still there. I didn’t care what the courts had said, Jesse and I were married. One unit. As solidly linked as we now were in one body, linked irrevocably by that cock now at gentle rest inside me.

Jesse felt me stir and kissed my ear and nibbled at my neck, while his fingers started to make little swirling movements in the curly, downy hair around my nipples. I felt his cock stirring, that long, slender rod with the upturn that caused his dick head to drag along my inner walls maddenly as he stroked me. I pushed back into him with my butt. His mouth started to suck on my neck, more insistently, more awake. One of his hands dug into a nipple; the other fanned out over my belly, holding me there, while his hips began a rhythm. The rhythm of the early-morning deep, slow, languid, sensual fuck. I lifted a thigh over his, giving him deeper access. I sighed and moaned for him.

But he wanted more. He was fully awake, fully reinvigorated. He wanted to fuck me wildly. He always wanted to fuck me like a wild man. We didn’t really have time for this; I wasn’t really in the mood for this. But he was my partner. He wanted me, and I loved him for that.

I allowed him to pull me up onto my knees and I widened the stance of my legs, opening wide to him. My chest was flat against the sheets, and my arms were flung out wide, my fists gathering and releasing bunches of bedspread and sheeting in rhythm with the furious stroking that he, on his knees between my legs, was applying with that long, draggy cock of his inside me. As I knew it would, that cock of his was putting me in the mood for him. I cried out for him, loving those long deep strokes. I writhed underneath him, as he plowed me hard and long. I loved the feel of the sliding uncut cock inside me.

With a cry of exultation, he came inside me, flooding me, no need for any protection between us now beyond the rings of pledge on our fingers.

We collapsed on the bed, and he stroked me off to ejaculation with his hand. The loving, caring partner. I could feel him stirring again, and he wanted more, but one of us had to be sensible. He had a class to go teach and I needed to get to work on the new chapter of my novel.

Stolid against all of his protestations, teasings, and attempts to arouse me, I forced him out of the bed and lay there, half asleep, contentment filled, as I heard him patter about the apartment and then leave for the university. I would not make the mistake of stirring before he was gone. The last time I had done that, he had taken me, roughly and wildly on the kitchen counter and almost not made his class.

I waited until I was well sure that Jesse was on his way, and then I groaned my way out of the bed, showered, threw my favorite white, diaphanous caftan over my head, and padded out to the kitchen. Immediately, my mind became lost in thoughts of where to pick up the threads of my writing for the morning. I put the coffee on and wolfed down some cereal in milk while my mind was a thousand miles away. The coffee brewed, I poured a cup and moved out to the balcony overlooking the back garden. I just stood in the doorway there, breathing in the clean air through the aroma of the rich coffee. Not seeing the garden, but my mind calming down, preparing itself for what I had to write this morning, the mere presence of the garden Escort bayan helping me to focus inwardly.

I loved a morning fuck from Jesse, of course, but I still wasn’t fully satisfied. I had begged him to enter this monogamous relationship, I know, but I had no idea how hard it would be for me. He tended to be the one who gone from one long-term relationship to another in a consecutive stream, never overlapping his lovers. I had been the one who sought variety—who fed off that variety to enrich, I had thought, each of them. My insistence on a more permanent arrangement with Jesse was really my struggle with myself to settle down, now that I had found the right man.

But this wasn’t getting me anywhere on my novel, I thought. I shook my head, sipped at the coffee, and tried to pull myself back into what I had to write today.

“You know that when you stand with the light to your back in that white thing you’re wearing, I can see every contour of your body, don’t you?”

My head snapped around. I had no idea I wasn’t alone on the balcony. I’d been so lost in my thoughts when I’d come out here that I hadn’t even bothered to check. The apartment that shared the balcony had been vacant for months. I knew that someone had moved in—a young fireman, I’d been told—but I’d forgotten. I instinctively wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to withdraw into myself.

“No, don’t bother with that,” the bronze god, who evidently had been doing his morning stretches, said with a laugh. “I’ve seen it all now, and it’s much too nice to cover.”

“Uh, umm,” I stammered as much lost for words because he was a hulking beauty, all hardpacked muscle, with massive chest and arms tapering down to a divine six-pack and, from what I could see below the gym shorts he was wearing—the only thing he was wearing—massive thigh and calf muscles as well. And his face—a regular poster model. He no doubt posed for those sexy calendars fire stations put out to help pay for their wild parties.

“You’re Jesse’s partner, aren’t you?”

“Ummm, yes,” I managed to dumbly mutter. He was beautiful. He was all I looked for in a man before I had decided to settle down. Gorgeous, smiling, and gregarious.

“I’ve met Jesse already. He told me about you.”

“Uh, he did?” I said, not yet together enough for intelligent conversation. Jesse, I thought, was possibly gossiping a bit too much with strangers.

“Yeah, he told me you were a sweet fuck.”

Lost for words altogether now. Jesse had, indeed, been saying entirely too much around the neighborhood.

“Here, come here,” he said with a big smile, as he moved around to an iron patio chair with arms on it that sat on his side of the balcony and settled himself in it. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mr. . . .,” I said, trying to keep this on a civilized basis, although my knees were knocking and my hands were trembling to the point of slooshing coffee out of my cup and onto the front of my caftan.

“Ah, you’ve spilled that on yourself, come on over here and I’ll lick it off for you. Chet, you can call me Chet. And I’d like to fuck you. Come on over here.”

“Well, excuse ME . . . Chet,” I almost bellowed. “But that’s just a bit forward. I have a partner and we are loyal to each other.”

“Ah, it’s just a little fuck,” Chet was saying, still dazzling me with that smile. “I don’t want to marry you, I just want to fuck you. And there, I can see you want it too. Your cock is at attention under that Escort tent of yours, and you are trembling so badly you’re spilling that coffee all over and I think you’re about ready to buckle at the knees. At least put the coffee down. It’s very hot . . . just like you.”

His first good idea. I managed to get the coffee cup over to the table on our side of the balcony and set it down. But I went much farther than that. I also slipped my ring—my partnership ring pledging me to Jesse and only to Jesse—off my finger and laid it beside the coffee cup. I knew, of course, what that meant. He was just so beautiful and hulky and hunky and forceful. If I couldn’t resist a muscled hunk, I simply melted at a cocky dominator.

I turned toward him, he put out his hand to me and simply said, one more time, “Come,” and my feet betrayed me and my pledge of fidelity to Jesse. Even with the rationalization that it was all Jesse’s fault anyway—he and his big mouth about my being a bottom—the guilt at what I was doing flooded me.

The guilt kept me silent, as he pulled me into in on the chair, my knees between his thighs and the chair arms, and began sucking on the coffee stains on my caftan. The guilt kept me silent as his lips found my nipples through the diaphanous material and sucked on them too. The guilt kept me silent as his lips found mine and searched and possessed. The silence turned to moans, however, when his hand went under the hem of the caftan and found my alert cock—aching for the touch and stroking that he was giving it.

Strong hands pulled the caftan over my head and discarded it to the side. And warm, moist lips went to my nipples, buried themselves alternately in my bushy pits, taking in the clean, postshower man smell of me, and worked their way down my sternum. He lifted my body up under my armpits and my knees found the arms of the chair.

All the time, I was whimpering and whispering pleadings for him to stop, that I couldn’t, that we mustn’t, that it wasn’t right. But all the time sighing and moaning for him, not wanting him to stop. Hardening for him; melting for him. My plaintive “nos” became compliant “yeses,” as I let him know in murmurings and body responses what he was doing to drive me crazy.

His hands were dancing on my cock and balls, and I was hugging his searching lips to my chest, burying my fingers in his fine, blond hair. He put his hands under my butt cheeks and brought my body up to him. I instinctively reached up and found a couple of chains hanging from the balcony ceilings, chains that could hold flower pots for the more fussy tenants. The tenant before the fireman had had a veritable jungle of hanging pots out here.

I arched my back and cried out an “Oh, Gawd!” as he swallowed my cock and started working it with his mouth. He was relentless and didn’t stop working me until I had cum and collapsed into the chair, my hands losing hold on the chains, and my knees slipping down off the chair arms and back down between the arms and his thighs.

He took one of my hands then and placed it on his basket, letting me feel the strength of him there. He felt massive, even there. He freed the monster with one of his hands, and brought my hand back to it. He wasn’t particularly long, but he was thickest I’d ever seen and felt—he had a regular fire plug between his legs.

“Do you like my sausage?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. “All of this goes inside you. I’m going to fuck you good.”

“No, noooo,” I whimpered. “I don’t think I can.”

“Sure Bayan escort you can,” he said. “You just have to be loosened up a bit.”

With that he turned me and brought my knees back up onto the arms of the chair. I grabbed for the chains again, as he buried his face between my butt cheeks and wettened and tongued, and widened, and ate my ass out until I was a burbling mass of jelly under his talented attentions. I don’t know how good he was at putting fires out, but he was the tops at starting them and making them rage.

He must have had a tube of lube nearby, because he was now lathering my ass up and sliding his fat fingers in and out of me, checking me, preparing me.

I panicked when he turned me and I could see that he was about to set me down on that greased up monster cock of his.

“No, oh no. A condom. Gotta be sheathed.” This was one pledge to Jesse I couldn’t give up. We had foregone condoms ourselves, both loving the feel of skin on skin, as the reward for only having sex with each other. This would have been the final betrayal. I could not have returned to Jesse if I had gone back to multiple bareback partners.

The hunky fireman gave me a pained look, but he dutifully reached around and fished out a condom packet from somewhere, a bit too conveniently at hand, I later thought. He made me roll the condom on his cock, which was no easy chore, even though he had the largest size made. His cock was just gigantic in circumference.

I had been well prepared and had a long history of taking cock, but, even so, I howled to the breezes crossing the balcony as he rolled that massive mushroom cap around the rim of my hole and forced himself into me. A few excruciatingly painful moments, and my ass decided it would take him—in fact, that it had to have this fireplug inside it, and my muscles gripped his club and pulled it inside me, with me groaning and grunting deeply to stretch for him and him laughing his delight at splitting me asunder. He soon had my butt cheeks nestled into the tops of his thighs, and that giant cock grinding around inside me and stretching my walls almost beyond the limit.

I moaned and writhed for him. I arched my back way back so that I was draped down his legs and hanging onto the legs of the iron chair with my hands. One of my legs was running up his torso and the other one hung out over the chair arm. And all the while, with those big, strong hands on my hips, he was stroking me back and forth on his fireplug. When he got tired of that, he lifted me and set my butt down on his monster cock in an ever-faster rhythm.

He was a virile stud, fast to reload, and he took me twice more, once with my knees on the chair arms and the back of the chair biting into my chest, and him standing, straddling the chair and fucking me from behind and, at last, down on all fours on the steel grated floor of the balcony, me huffing and puffing and staring down three flights of balconies to the ground and him covering me from behind and making magic between my legs.

At last, we collapsed in a heap on the balcony floor. I was breathing hard and moaning from the exertion and the stretching of my ass. He had hardly broken a sweat.

“Jesse was right,” he muttered at last. “You are one sweet fuck.”

I was feeling totally guilty all over again. Mostly because I had betrayed Jesse and gone with another man. Partly, though, because if I was going to go with another man, and a hunk like this didn’t want to use a condom, I was not taking full advantage of the sin. “I’m sorry about the condom,” I murmured back to him. “It’s just that . . .”

“Oh, that’s OK,” the fireman hunk responded with a little laugh. “Your Jesse made me use a condom when I fucked him too.”

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