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Sweat poured down his forehead, stinging his eyes; that sweat that seems to be more salt than water. And the heat of the day bearing down so hard on his muscular shoulders. Four o’clock can’t arrive fast enough, and a long, cool shower, even if it is at that stupid job trailer, will feel oh so good.

“See all you dirtbags tomorrow,” the foreman growled. Relieved to have the asshole out of his site, Sam headed for his temporary job trailer, home for the last four months and probably for three or four more, until the bridge is completed, and then on to the next town, state, whatever. Sam has been doing this for seven years. Seven years since he ran out on his wife and seven years since he looked back. Women have been there often, in fact he always managed to get a “local” after a few weeks in what ever town he was in. The coffee shop girl, the convenient market cashier, and some times even the local doctor’s wife. It didn’t matter to Sam. He never wanted a long-termer. Short stays welcome. That was his motto.

Stripping himself of his sweat soaked T-shirt and beat up blue jeans, he stepped into the shower (no door; they never have ’em in these rotten beat up job trailers one calls home). He ducked his head under the water, sighing loudly. As he lifted his head to let the water pelt his sun tanned face, he’s sure he heard the sound of the trailer door closing. He turned expecting to see his roomie Matt when suddenly he realized that it’s not Matt at all, but Jackie! Yeah, “Jackie the Fuckin Flag Girl”, as the workers all call her. A real stuck up bitch. Never giving any one the time of day and always wearing those tight tube tops, showing off her tremendous tits. She just loved to tease everyone. The guys all hated her and yet they all wanted to jerk off on her, especially between those beautiful tits.

Sam could do nothing but stare, frozen in the water, like a man suspended in time. Jackie locked the door behind her, turned and smiled. She loved job trailers; a world small enough to live in and large enough to conquer. The shower was straight ahead and she knew exactly what she wanted. Nothing like a good hard fuckin, but first she wanted to taste that love machine and lick that salty sweat. She had been staring at Sam all day while she waved that stupid orange flag and talked şişli escort into that stupid static two way radio.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off his muscles, especially the bulge in his tight jeans. And now she was going to have him. Eat him for dinner and filet his ass better than any country fisherman every filleted a backwater bullhead. She knew she had his attention and she smiled slowly. A wicked smile. Water was streaming down his hair, right in his eyes, and the dumb fuck didn’t even move to wipe it out. Still grinning, she wiggled out of her tube top. Her tits bounced free, nipples erect. She looked to see what effect this was having on that salty stud. His erection was pointing right at her. “Good,” she thinks. “He’s mine now! I’ve got him right where I want him!”

Sam was shitting in his pants (or would be if he was wearing any). Here she was, bitching Jackie, stripping for HIM! And he couldn’t move anything but his twitching dick.

While he is fumbling through half-baked thoughts, she is crawling out of her tight, dusty jeans. “Holy Shit!” Sam thinks. “Bitch ain’t wearing any underwear!” She stood before him, huge tits firm and round, hard nipples pointing at his hard-on. Her pussy was clean shaven, like a little girl’s.

Jackie wants to taste him bad! His hard-on seems to have a mind of it’s own, reaching for her. She wants to fuck him, to experience his hard body driving that big, hot cock deep inside her. But first she wants to do something else…

She looks over at him and thinks, “What a stupid jerk. Standing there with his cock all eager, mouth open, water running down his face.” As she is thinking these thoughts, he finally gets a grip. He turns his face full into the shower to clear his eyes. As he turns back to her, moving out of the shower spray, she steps in. He faces her as she runs her hands over his chest. She moves into him; he is thinking she wants a kiss, but she tucks her face to his chest and licks him! She likes the taste of the sweat and salt. The manly musky odor a hardworking, poor stiff exudes. Working class. Blue collar. Her type. Someone she can control.

“I’ve gotta taste that cock,” she moans.

“Zoot alors!”, Sam mutters, high school French flaring into his otherwise scattered thoughts. beşiktaş eskort He puts his hands on her head as she begins to take him. She puts her hands on his hips and he thrusts into her mouth.

“Take it, Bitch,” he grunts. She looks up at him and does. He rams himself in her and she takes it! Her tits flop up and down, side to side, as she sucks him hard in the shower. She is good, too. When she withdraws, she strokes on the up with her hand. When she is going down, her tongue is dancing on his head. Her tongue flicks his balls as she takes his entire 9 inches down her throat. He is getting hot and thinks she wants him to shoot his hot load in her mouth.

Jackie is getting hotter by the minute. She can feel he is very close, as his cock gets that pre-cum hardness and she tastes the pre-cum juices in her mouth. “Now he is ready to fuck me,” she thinks. She steps back quickly, out of the shower.

“Fucking cock tease,” he thinks. “No way that bitch is gonna get out of here without me shooting my load in her!” He shuts off the water and storms out of the shower, his cock leading the way. He stops suddenly when he sees her on his bed.

She looks up at his angry face and his hard cock. “Good!” she thinks, “He’s full of passion now and I’m gonna get good and fucked!” He storms over to the bed and stands above her. Before she knows what happens, he has his face buried in her pussy. “Oh!” she exclaims. This doesn’t normally happen. She is always in control. She, the supreme Bitch, always getting what she wants. Spoiled, but tolerated because of her beautiful body. Men always do what she wants, slaves to their desire for her. But this man… This lowly blue collar worker with the body of a God. While her mind is stunned, her body is not. Suddenly, she screams and has the most intense orgasm! She cums all over his face. He laps it up and now SHE is the slave.

“Oh, do that again,” she helplessly murmurs.

As his anger subsides, his desire does not. Somehow he got the upper hand. HE is now in control of this beautiful body! He wastes not a moment. He works her body like a musician, an artist. He has her cumming at the flick of a finger, at the swipe of a tongue. Her body is his.

She is finally sated. She does not know what to fulya eskort do. This has never happened before. This man has been able to reduce her haughty bitch self to a trembling, begging wimp. She opens her eyes when she can finally see again. He is poised over her, the biggest, hardest cock she has seen in a long time, ready to enter her.

His need is great. He sees she is ready now to be really fucked. He knows he won’t last long, now, but he is really gonna send himself deep. He has never been this big before, the pressure in his cock reaching all the way back to his ass, his balls tight with the need to cum. As he gets ready to thrust into her, he hears the door of the trailer open. “Oh, shit,” he thinks. “That’s gotta be Matt.” She does not seem to be aware they have a visitor. He casually looks over and makes eye contact with Matt (whose eyes take in the whole scene in a micro-second). Sam nods quickly to his wide-eyed roomie, motioning for him to get out of sight.

Knowing he now has an audience to witness this moment he is sure no one would believe anyway, he is hotter than ever. He positions his head right at her opening. He sets it in just an inch. Making sure he has the right angle…

She knows Matt is there, and knows Sam thinks she has no clue. Ah, getting deeply fucked with an audience. Hot, Oh Baby, so hot… He is lined up and ready. She needs him to fuck her. She nudges her pussy at his head and, suddenly, he thrusts. Oh! She bucks with him. He fucks her deeply. In all the way. Out until just the head is left in. Then in again. Out. In. Out. He is hitting her hard and she opens herself to the deepest penetration. The tempo increases. Her huge tits are flopping like a fish on shore. Oh! She is going to cum again! This is unreal!

He is now not aware of anything but fucking this bitch. Matt is forgotten. He is just a fucking machine. He feels her relaxing inside and knows she is ready to cum. As is he. One more deep thrust and there it goes. He pumps her full of his hot cum. His toes curl. Every muscle in his body flexes as he shoots deep inside her. His cum is so complete, after all the lead-up action, his balls tingle and he feels it all the way through his ass.

It’s all over. She got good and fucked. She dresses quickly, sways her hips Matt’s way as she winks and exits the trailer like a Princess.

Sam jumps back in the shower as Matt calls out, “Did I really see what I thought I saw? Did you just screw the shit out of Jackie the Fuckin Flag Girl?”

Tomorrow sure was gonna be an interesting day at the job site…

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Maybe too much talking in this chapter for some readers, but after Vivienne’s letting everything happen to her, Sandy has to tell me how she later responded. Then we have to talk more about whether she will want to again. We don’t talk much the evening we are together, however, too busy using our mouths to arouse each other.

And then I was on my way, again wondering what they would be doing: finishing the wine, of course, maybe a beer and talking. It seemed as though Vivienne had accepted what happened – what we had all done – at least as long as I was there, and probably talking with Sandy, but maybe alone in her bed – her quite moist bed to remind her – her Catholic upbringing wouldn’t just “go to hell” as she had said. But she had whispered to Sandy about wanting to watch us “the next time,” but that thought – her first one again? – might have been still under the influence of cuddling with Sandy, something else that might bother her, but she had put her arms around us, holding us both closer when we all kissed, and letting Sandy also feel how she had pressed her hips against me when we did. Oh, Sandy could offer to let her share her bed, … but it seemed unlikely that she would agree to that …

A lot of wondering as I walked home. Then I remembered my story about accompanying a girl from the NYAC back to her place – an apartment, or hotel? Hotel, a visitor to New York – no further implications, and more believable than escorting a girl home who lived in the city. And her presence in the club could account for a longer supper with me and my friends. Hmm, luckily my parents only knew them by name, since they had begun to wonder about my irregular training schedule.

Then I was home, apologizing for being late with my story, which was accepted as the gentlemanly thing to do. My sister had already gone to bed, luckily, since she might not have been so convinced.

Later, in bed – holding myself, not that he needed any more that evening – I was still wondering about them: if Sandy needed to reassure Vivienne; if she was having misgivings about what had happened, or really had wanted it to happen – she had taken off her bra. Oh, and Sandy had told her enough about me and Pam and Sukie to give her the idea that something could happen with all three of us – and it certainly had! Maybe the upbringing of her Catholic schooling really was only a veneer that she had managed to peel off as easily as they had agreed that they could forego bathrobes. I hoped so; it wouldn’t be easy for Sandy if she had to deal with any serious misgivings. Well, I would hear more from Sandy – was there some place we could have lunch and talk besides eating hot dogs? And if it all turned out all right, what would happen “the next time,” … or between them until then? …

The next morning, too curious to wait till lunch to hear what Sandy would tell, I started a little earlier than usual and went over to the avenue she walked to work, hoping to find her at least before she entered the building. She must have read my mind, wanting to tell me, too, and anticipating that I would choose her route. She didn’t know exactly where we lived, but I found her waiting for me a couple of blocks down the avenue, grinning when she saw me.

“Oh, that’s great; I hoped we would meet, and that was great, too!” and she grinned again.

“It sure was. What happened after I left?”

“Oh, it went fine, but I was a little worried …”

“Me too.”

“… that Viv would suddenly feel all different about it, and maybe she did, a little. Her first remark after you closed the door, and we looked at each other, both still nude, was: ‘Oh gosh! That really happened?! We really did that?!’ ‘Um-hmm, real good,’ I replied. She snorted and then smiled kind of funny and agreed: ‘It sure was, but, … well, I just don’t know; I wasn’t expecting anything like that,’ and she snorted again. ‘But you expected something?’ I replied: ‘… I mean, you sure didn’t act like you didn’t want anything to happen.’ ‘No, I guess not. Hmm! Let’s finish the wine and salad.’

“So we did. While we were in the kitchen, she admitted: “Yeah, I wanted something to happen, just a little, thinking about you two getting it Friday night, and wanting it myself on the weekend. Hm-hmm, it wouldn’t have been that good, but two nights. Hmm! He may be surprised if we get together again. Yeah, I was horny and feeling deprived, … and I guess after the weekend – our talking and being more open. But I really did make the salad so that you two wouldn’t have to go out.’ ‘A good idea, thank you, …’ I replied: ‘but it worked out much better the way it did, sharing it with you.’ ‘Hm-hmm, but that really didn’t occur to me. You two just make it seem so simple. I guess I still have some hang-ups about it, … but it is too late now.’

“We’d already finished the wine and got a couple of beers before we sat down. Of course, that was funny for her, still both naked, but it didn’t seem that she was going to let that bother her, just snickering slightly as she looked at me before we started eating. ‘Yeah, mecidiyeköy escort I guess,’ she murmured to herself, and then smiled wryly as she glanced up at me and then back at her plate, continuing: “Yeah, I guess …, maybe I have been sort of fooling myself, … trying to believe that it has to do with love. Oh, sure, I really knew that it wasn’t, but, … well, … I guess I was always trying to think it should, … trying to make an excuse for just wanting to.’

“‘Maybe, …’ I agreed: ‘and not being able to just enjoy it.’ ‘Yeah, something like that. …. Hmm! Not like you, just being able to have fun playing with him, making it good for him. You were lucky that you learned to do that right from the start with that first boy.’ ‘I sure was, …’ I agreed: ‘but I never thought about it that way till now. Yeah, I was lucky.’ ‘And then you wanted me to hold him – hmm! – I’ve wanted to before, but never dared, … and then what happened; and I was wondering why you unbuttoned his whole shirt! Oh, and that too, … and I tasted it too! I really did! … And you really like it, want to do it to him?'”

Sandy grinned at me with a nod as she continued:

‘”Um-hmm, …’ I replied: ‘like “playing” with him, it’s just so good to know how good it is being for him – knowing better than … the other way.’ I didn’t want to use a word for it. ‘And they do it to us – well, he is the only one that has done it to me.’ Viv smiled with a chuckle and agreed: ‘He sure did, … to both of us. By then I wasn’t surprised at anything – at least at that moment – thinking that you were being left out.’ ‘Oh, I wasn’t, …’ I assured her: ‘well, maybe until then, a little.’ I didn’t want to tell her what I had been doing while you were …, you know.'”

Sandy had dropped her voice as we joined people waiting for the light, and we both snickered softly. As we walked on again, she continued:

“By then, it seemed that she was pleased with everything that had happened, and her next remark confirmed it. She glanced up at me a little shyly and murmured: ‘Oh, and then …, yeah, … you put my hands on your … breasts. Maybe I already wanted to – holding his …’ Both our nipples had popped out when she mentioned the word after hesitating to use it, or after admitting that she wanted to.

“Anyway, she went on: ‘Yeah, I wanted to, when you did – like with that girl in the shower. And, of course, I knew that you wanted me to, and knew why.’ She smirked at me and added: ‘We know why.’ ‘Um-hmm,’ I agreed with a snort and returned her smirk. Then she looked surprised and said: “Oh, and then you really helped me! Jeez! … Well, it was good, and what I needed just then.’ She snorted with a brief smile and added: ‘But I guess you knew that.’

“‘Um-hmm, of course,’ I agreed, reminding her that I had suggested she do it herself. ‘Did you? Yeah, I guess, but I’d never have done that with a man there,’ and she snorted again and added: ‘Maybe next time; … hope he won’t be upset.’ ‘He won’t, …’ I replied, thinking about you and emphasizing the ‘he.’ ‘Hmm!’ Viv snorted again, as though she had understood my implication, and then snorted a second time with a little smile.”

“Next time?” I asked.

“Maybe. We didn’t settle that. By then we had finished eating and drinking and cleaned up. Hm-hmm, and then had to wipe our chairs, some of yours on hers.”

We both snickered, and then slowed down as we approached our office building to let Sandy finish her story.

“Then we washed ourselves – and took our pills – and went to bed. I heard Viv’s surprised ‘Oooh’ when she felt the cold wet spots …”

“Three times.”

“Um-hmm, …” Sandy nodded with a grin: “we both slept naked, just smirking this morning. Oh, she is flying this evening, coming back Thursday.”

She looked at me knowingly with smile – maybe a cocksucking grin, it occurred to me as I suggested that we wait till the next day. She looked disappointed, but nodded when I explained that I really had to train, if only to have some sweaty laundry, that we would both just have to manage for ourselves. She snickered slightly and agreed – as though she were changing the subject as we were entering the building – suggesting that she would do some reading that evening, but her glance indicated that she was talking about the same subject.

Then we parted, agreeing to meet with the others in the cafeteria for lunch.

Pleased that Vivienne had admitted enjoying the previous evening, I didn’t have to dwell too much on what had happened or might happen. At lunch, someone mentioned seeing that we had arrived together. Without blushing, Sandy explained that we had just happened to meet. When someone else remarked that we had missed the Friday evening bar session, I explained that I had had to join my family, and Sandy said that she had had a date with a friend from her home town, adding that she expect that she would be visiting friends on the coming weekend. I assumed that she was hoping something else would work out, and her wink when we were clearing maslak eskort the table suggested the same.

That evening, I got home earlier than usual, demonstrably putting my things in the laundry. My sister thought it was a good opportunity to play scrabble again, inviting our parents to join, but they begged off, so there was just the two of us in the library. As I expected, she immediately asked why I had come home so late the night before, accepting my story with a doubtful sounding “really?” I thought about giving her a hint by mentioning that I had really accompanied two girls back to their “hotel,” but didn’t; she wouldn’t be happier by having her curiosity piqued, already knowing that some evenings I wasn’t training, making it easy for her to imagine only too correctly that I hadn’t the previous evening. We each won a game, and then she went to bed. I returned to my parents, and my father asked how my work was going, and then we went to bed.

Of course, I was thinking about Vivienne and Sandy, and wondering if she was thinking about me, doing the same thing – maybe Vivienne, too? There was a lot to think about, prolonging my enjoyment. What else was there in the book that Sandy would find interesting? I could only recall anal sex, wondering if she would want that. I didn’t need that, but if she wanted to …? Vivienne certainly wouldn’t, but I wanted to see her pussy. Would that bother her, making love while it was still light? Oh, and Sandy probably would want to see it too, not just see it; she had made that pretty clear. Vivienne would have to really stop thinking to let that happen!

If something happened Friday evening, how would it start? Not like with Sandy and me, just getting our clothes off immediately and starting. But I sure knew what she would want to do first, the next day, and on Friday – if it happened: Sandy had told her so nicely why she liked to do it. Would Vivienne be curious enough to want to try? She had said that she wanted to watch us – maybe thinking of that? Sandy and I wouldn’t have a problem about showing her. But how would it start? Would she and Sandy have become so agreed that something would happen that we could just join her in the apartment, maybe our starting with a shower, and she would join us, or just take off her clothes too? Maybe after a first cocktail, I could help her, like the second time with Sandy. I bet she looked sexy in her French-style underpants; she looked sexy without them, after I turned on the light in the bedroom. That was sweet, the way she had covered her breasts as I was getting dressed, and then we were all in the living room – but I hadn’t really looked at her, we had just become accustomed to seeing each other. I certainly would next time: her tan nipples on her neat little breasts and her neat little patch of pubic hair. Funny, whatever they had looked right on each of them – not just Sandy and Viv, my sister, Martha – had she done it with her brother? – my tutee, and Pam and Sukie, oh, and my Diotima, with hers shaved. That probably would look good on all of them – Pam had wanted to – but the variety was just as attractive.

But if Sandy wanted to do it to me – wanting to enjoy knowing how good it was for me – what would Vivienne do? Just watch? Oh, I could eat her, like with Pam and Sukie, while she watched Sandy. Maybe she would want to lean down and try it. Oh, that would be good, their taking turns – real good! – wondering who was going to get it. It should be Sandy, able to lick him on the best spot, and maybe Viv would be upset if I came in her mouth.

So in my fantasy, I came in Sandy’s. She would have liked it. It almost shot in my own mouth. I tasted what I could gather from my chin and chest and stomach. Hmm, Viv had tasted it and not complained. Maybe she would want to again before she dared to try doing it, maybe later in the evening when it wouldn’t be so much. I hoped so. I rolled over on my side and freed my loose sack from my thighs and fell asleep.

The next day at work, Sandy grinned when we saw each other, but later mentioned that she had hoped to meet me again on the way to work. I had remembered to bring my electric razor and used it at the end of the day. When we met outside the building and set off, she snickered and showed me what she had in the small Bloomingdale’s bag she was carrying. She had also been preparing for the evening; it contained her pantyhose, bra and panties, neatly arranged so that I could recognize them. She snickered again at my surprised look, and I did too as she closed the bag and whispered:

“I wanted to. I feel a little naked, … right here on the avenue. I had to cover my top in the building. Feels sexy, feeling my skirt moving on my bottom. I hope no one can see.”

“Hm-hmm, I bet, like once when I was just wearing Bermudas; nice, all hanging loose.”

“Yeah, I bet. Hm-hmm, what if you’d gotten aroused?”

“I didn’t, but it would have been a problem, … more of one than your top.”

“Hmmm!” and she grinned at me and then asked:

“Who were you fatih eskort with?”

I almost answered: “my sister,” already having started the M, but quickly changed to say: “Martha,” thankful that her name started with M.

“Um-hmm. I bet we would have had fun together.”

“Um-hmm, I am sure we would have. She said that she wanted to know what I like.”

“Hm-hmm! I do too,” and she grinned at me.

As we approached the bottle shop, I asked if I should get anything, but she said that she had the previous day, snickering, and snickering again when I asked when I would be able to take her to dinner, replying:

“Not anytime, … until next month, if you know what I mean.”

I snickered with a nod and then suggested that she walk on ahead and let me check if I could see that she didn’t have anything on under her light skirt. She snickered and agreed. I couldn’t tell, wanting to be able to, but her ass didn’t seem to look any different from those of the other women on the street, whom I all assumed had on their underwear. When I caught up with her, she feigned disappointment that I couldn’t tell, but I consoled her that I knew and had lovely image in my mind of her naked ass under her skirt. Then she noticed that I had shaved, and stroked my cheek with a grin and said that she was looking forward to feeling it somewhere else.

Both snickering, we walked on and I said:

“Vivienne was right, we make it seem simple.”

“Um-hmm, it is … with you, like with my first boyfriend, more curious about doing it than in love, … and better than the times I thought I was, … maybe a little like Viv.”

“Um-hmm,” I agreed, recalling my conversations with Martha and my tutee about “making love” and wondering if Sandy and I had so much experience or were of such like mind that we both could do with less emotional involvement, recognizing with a little pang that I still had more affectionate feelings for Martha. We walked on in silence, exchanging smiles.

Waiting for the elevator – out of sight of the doorman – I rubbed her ass, a very nice feeling, moving her skirt on her naked bottom. She smirked at me with a grin and nod, and then a snort as I started to gather up a little of her skirt, letting it fall as we got in the elevator, but then immediately gathering it all up until I had my hand on her bare ass and saw her nipples tighten.

Then we were in the apartment, and it was like before: stripping off our clothes, and then she ate me to our great mutual satisfaction, and then I ate her, relishing her orgasm. And then she wanted to fuck, and we did, sitting up, taking our time. I sucked her breasts, and we kissed, exchanging movements, chuckling when she held him and when he surged, and then I was rubbing her asshole, making her purr, until she reached down between us started rubbing her clitoris, and her asshole was asking for more of my finger, and she was clutching it and him and began to growl as her fingers moved nervously, and then she started to come, spurting as her pelvis jerked, and she came for the longest time, one long continuous orgasm with recurring peaks of intensity, making me come twice as she panted and gasped but wanted to continue, finally riding up and down for a final peak.

We collapsed with her lying heavy on top of me. It must have been a couple of minutes before we moved, she rolling off me and cuddling for a long time, almost dozing.

When we had recovered, we washed a little and had a beer, talking in the kitchen.

“Did anyone ever tell you you fuck good?” Sandy asked with a smirk.

“No one with enough experience to really know.”

“Hm-hmm! I thought I did, but maybe you a right.”

“You do too, real good, and not just fuck.”

“Thanks, but I learned that all with you, … so you must be good, … and doing it with those two girls. That must have been good.”

“Not better than with you and Vivienne, … well maybe, since they did it together.”

“I bet. I would like that, being eaten and screwed at once.”

“Or having two people eat you.”

“Did they, you do that?”

“No,” I replied as I recognized that I had been recalling Martha and my sister, and got around the question by explaining:

“But I later thought that would be good, too.”

“Hm-hmm, it sure would be, but I guess there isn’t a way to do that for you.”

“Probably not, and it wouldn’t be any better than what you can do by yourself.”

By then, we had finished our beers and taken a second one back to her bed. Before they were finished, we were eating each other, nice and leisurely, stopping to tell each other how good it was – doing it and what the other was doing with their mouth and fingers – and then doing it some more until we both came. We washed again, washing each other’s hands. As we returned to the living room, Sandy asked what I thought about “doing it that way.”

I told her that I didn’t think it would be any different for me, maybe an interesting experience, but more for the girl. She snickered and agreed, saying that she had read about it in the book, but couldn’t really imagine that it would be good, but then snorted and said that we both seemed to like to feel it there. I agreed, snorting and saying that I only liked it when he was in her mouth or pussy. “Or when your tongue is in my pussy,” she added with grin.

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Mr. Conway was a hard working man who knew what he wanted in life and where he wanted his business to go. He also didn’t mind doing some so called menial work to help things run smoothly at his studio. He also had a tendency to work late, but he aslo managed to get a nap in before locking everything up for the night. All in all, he was a joy to work with and a great guy to work for. Everybody loved him. Especially his assistant, Asia. She did everything in her power to make sure Mr. Conway didn’t burn himself out from working so hard. She would bring him his lunch, preview any demos he couldn’t get to, and she would even brew him his favorite herbal tea and make it just right. She was truly dedicated and Mr. Conway appreciated it very much. He also appreciated how attractive Asia was. She had a very comely body with nice, big tits and a round ass, but she didn’t flaunt it cuz she wasn’t vain like a lot of girls that looked like her. She was pretty and sweet which was a great combination. He really liked her as an employee and as more than that. However, their relationship had been strictly business up to that point. Well, today was his birthday and he was feeling confident enough to tell her how he felt.

Just as he was stringing his words to her together there was a knock on the office door. He sat straight in his chair when he heard Asia’s sweet voice through the door.

“Mr. C, is it all right if I come in?”

“Of rus escort course, Asia, come on in.”

Mr. C was surprised to see his assistant come into the door ass first. He wasn’t complaining about the view. When she was finally in the door half way, she pushed it open some more with her foot, then turned around to reveal that she had a birthday cake in her hands. It was a nice cake, not too big. Big enough for two people. One golden candle glowed in the center of the treat.

“Happy birthday, Mr. C!”

“Ahh! Somebody up in here actually remembered! Thanks, Asia!”

“You know I couldn’t forget you, Mr. C,” Asia smiled warmly. “Make a wish now before the candle melts away.”

“As long as you promise to make my wish come true.”

“I’ll do my best,” Asia replied with a smile and a giggle.

Mr. Conway closed his eyes and chuckled as he made his wish and blew out the candle. He gave Asia a wink before cutting into the cake.

“So, what did you wish for?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not easily offended, are you?”

“Not really.”

“Ok, promise not to get mad.”

“Ok, I promise.”

“I wished …that you would…let me lick your titties.”

Mr. C sat back in his chair, resting his hands in his lap, watching to see how she would react. Would she laugh, cry, or get upset? He wasn’t prepared for how she did react.

“Ok.”

“Huh?”

“I istanbul eskort said ok.”

“Stop playin’!”

“A promise is a promise, and I said I’d do my best to make your wish come true. I can’t go back on my word.”

Mr. Conway was stunned. Ths quiet, shy woman was gonna let him lick her titties? Was he lunchin’ or what? He finally realized that he wasn’t trippin’ when Asia pulled her top over her head to reveal her very big, very round breasts.

“What the fuck? Where in the world were you hiding those?”

“Do they really look that big?”

“Hell yeah!”

“They’re only D cup.”

“Man, I don’t know nothin’ about that. All I know is they are really, really nice looking tits. Better than I imagined.”

Mr. C smiled and his assistant returned the smile as she moved over to his chair to sit on his lap. She sat down sideways, so her lovely tits were right in front of him. She draped an arm on the back of the chair as he flicked and pulled at her hard nipples.

“Hmph. You wanted this, didn’t you Asia?” he asked as he suckled one nipple.

“Ummm, yeah, for a very long time. I was just too shy to ask.”

Mr. C’s mouth was warm and his tongue was so soft. She really liked how tender he was with her breasts. She could already feel her pussy getting wet. Mr. C enjoyed the feeling of her hard nipples in his mouth. taksim eskort How excited he was to finally be touching the titties he had admired for so long. All that licking and sucking was giving him a hard-on. He hoped Asia would let him get more than he wished for. As if she had read his mind, Asia stood up and lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties. He caught the scent of her hot, wet pussy and decided his dick needed some fresh air. He unzipped his pants and set the beast free.

“Goddamn, I’m hard as shit!” he gasped as Asia bent over in front of him and played with her pussy. He rubbed his hand over her ass then gave it a playfull swat. “Come sit that pretty ass down on my dick, girl.”

Asia stood up then straddled his lap as he steadied his dick with his hand. He moaned as he felt her hot pussy engulfing his stiff cock. She was tight, warm, and wet just like he liked it. Once he was all the way in, he let her bounce on his dick. He couldn’t resist her tits jiggling in his face, so he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard. For who knows how long the office was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and moans of pleasure. When Mr. C felt Asia’s pussy walls squeezing his dick, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He shot his hot seed up inside her, his mouth still clamped to her breast.

“Mmm, baby that was some good shit!” he whispered into her ear. He smiled when she whispered back.

“Mr. C, is it ok if I make a wish?”

“Sure baby.”

“Can you take me home with you so we can fuck some more?” Mr. C’s smile got even broader.

“Baby, that’s definitely a wish I can make come true!” Mr. C has been true to his word ever since.

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“Ok, honey, I’m heading to my appointment. I’ll be back soon.”

Sarah felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. She’d always been told she could be a model, but now she was about to go to her first test shoot with an agent. It all started the previous week when she and her husband Dan were walking downtown and someone gave her a flier for the agency. She laughed and was about to toss it like usual, but Dan gave her so much encouragement she held onto it, just for fun. The next day, there it was on the table and she was about to throw it away; after all, fun was fun, but she just didn’t feel like the modeling type. Dan walked by, though, and gave her a surprise: he had already set up an appointment for her. He knew she’d be too shy to do it herself, but he knew she would be great if she gave it a try. His faith in her was just the push she needed, and she decided she would go.

“Good luck sweety! Have fun,” he called. “But not too much fun!” he added, jokingly.

She laughed and kissed him goodbye. Surely it wouldn’t be too much fun; she was certain they would be all business at a professional modeling agency.

Sarah drove to the address on the flier, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what to wear, so she’d just done her makeup and put on a cute dress like she was getting ready for a date. When she got there she almost turned around; the place was nothing but a gray door in a concrete wall on one end of a strip mall. But no, she’d come all the way out here, and she was going through with it! She opened the door and found a mostly empty studio with some lights, a few chairs, and a sofa against one wall. A long-haired man was working on some lights in the corner.

“Hey, you must be Sarah,” he said, looking up. “I’m Ted. You’re a few minutes early. Have some coffee there if you want, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks.”

Sarah was too nervous for coffee. She wandered over to the sofa and sat down while Ted finished adjusting the lights. He came over and gave her a long look. She tried not to squirm, and looked right back at him. He was the kind of guy she might have been interested in, when she was young and wild; etiler eskort not now that she was a respectably married woman! The way he looked her over, though, eyes moving right down her body from head to toe, almost made her blush. She smoothed her dress over her lap, now kind of wishing it reached a bit farther; it was barely mid-thigh with her legs crossed.

“So it’s your first time modeling?” he asked. She just nodded. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. You’ve got a great face. Let’s take a few shots to get started. Why don’t you stand here?”

She stood under the lights and posed as he took pictures. Facing forward, looking over her shoulder. She was getting more comfortable as they worked, having fun responding to the instructions he gave. Occasionally he would use his hands to guide her into the pose he wanted, a little push from his palm on the small of her back, a finger lifting her chin. He adjusted her position with fingertips on her hips and she found herself getting a little turned on.

“Everything ok so far?” he asked. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, very comfortable,” she said.

“Good! Let’s do a few with the sofa.”

“Should I lay down?”

“Sure. Bring your feet up onto the armrest. Ok, put your arms over your head, that’s it.”

As Sarah laid on her back with her feet up and her knees bent, she was suddenly quite conscious of the shortness of her dress, and cool air on the backs of her thighs. She was sure her panties were exposed, at least a little. But he kept shooting, so she figured they weren’t getting in the shot. She was feeling exhilarated, and shifted her hips so the dress fell down a little more, wondering how much Ted could see.

“You’re doing great,” he said, and she noticed he was moving toward her feet with the camera. With a thrill and a little panic she realized he would see everything now.

“That’s great,” he said. “Fantastic, but, we can’t use the shot with those panties there.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry-” she stammered, feeling her face go hot with embarrassment, and started to push her dress back down.

“No, don’t worry! Let me just get them out of the way.” She cihangir eskort felt his hands lightly on her knees as he said it, and it was the familiar way he touched her, like nothing could have been more natural, that kept her from reacting at first. Her knees parted easily at the slight push he gave, and she realized she was still not reacting because she wanted to see what he would do. He reached down and slipped his fingers under the elastic leg band, lifting the fabric up and over her pubic mound. She felt his knuckles brush against her labia and almost moaned. The air cooled the moisture building there and she wondered if he had felt it.

“You’ve got a beautiful pussy,” he said, laying the leg band and fabric to one side. “And completely smooth! You’re a natural, honey.”

“You like it?” she asked, heart racing. She could feel liquid trickling from her vagina now, and felt herself arch her back and tilt her hips almost involuntarily as he adjusted her position and took some shots.

“Of course I like it, baby. Here, let me see that little asshole too. Pull your knees up to your chest.” She did it and he slid her panties over her hips and up past her knees, and she kicked them off. In this position her ass was stretched tight. He lightly rubbed the tight ring of her asshole with his thumb, lubricating it with the fluid already pooling there, and she pushed her body against him and let out a shuddering breath.

“That’s it,” he said “Go ahead and touch it for me now.”

She reached down and ran her fingers over her vagina, spreading the wetness, sliding them inside. “Like this?” she asked, listening to the camera click, thinking about all the men-and maybe women!-who might look at her through it’s lens. She felt herself building toward orgasm at the thought.

“Just like that,” he said, and his hand was there too, his fingers sliding inside along with hers, pushing her over the edge. She shivered and tensed against his fingers, riding it out, and heard herself gasp and actually cry out, loud and startling in the empty studio. Then he brought his hand up and pressed a glistening finger against her lower lip. She opened avrupa yakası eskort her mouth and he put a couple of fingers inside, sliding them along her tongue.

“I’m going to introduce a prop here,” he grunted, standing next to the sofa and pulling his belt loose. He shoved his jeans down roughly and held his erection in one hand, caressing her cheek with the other. He tilted her head back and said “Purse your lips.”

Sarah looked at his cock and took a deep breath. There was already a big bead of precum growing at the tip, threatening to drip. Ted’s hand moved around to the back of her neck as he slid his cock along her lips, smearing the precum on her like lipstick. She parted her lips for that, tasting him with the tip of her tongue, and then opened up, letting him slide into her mouth. She wanted him to cum, she realized; she wanted to feel it shoot out, hot and thick in her mouth. She started sucking as enthusiastically as she ever had, looking up at the camera as she did it, and felt a surge of pride at the rough moan she heard.

“Oh shit, you’re making me cum already!” he gasped, pulling out suddenly, and she felt a heavy stream of semen splash across her face and partially in her open mouth. She got her lips back around him for the second, smaller spurt, and suckled gently, pulling as much as she could from him before letting him out again.

“Open up, baby, let me see that cum in your mouth,” he said, and he slapped the wetness on her face with his cock a couple of times while she swirled her tongue in the milky fluid. She was about to swallow when he said, “No, let it spill,” so she tilted her head and felt it run down her chin, neck, and between her tits. She closed her mouth before the last bit could escape, and swallowed with a satisfied smile. She wanted some of it for herself!

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, lifting her hand to touch his penis, sliding her fingers softly around its slippery head, feeling it start to grow again in her hand.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said with a grin. “I’m not through with you yet!”

The shoot lasted another hour or two, she wasn’t sure. By the time she got home, Dan had dinner in the oven, and a movie ready for them to watch. “To celebrate your modeling debut!” he said. “How did it go?”

She grabbed her husband and kissed him, hard. “It was amazing,” she said breathlessly. “I love you so much for getting me to try it. I’m already signed up for another shoot next week!”

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I have heard it said that you can never be too rich or too thin but whoever said that obviously didn’t know Angela Tubinello. We all watched her waste away to nothing, her hair growing lifeless, her skin patchy as she convinced herself and her body that she didn’t need food, her Daddy’s money or anything or anyone here at St. Charlotte’s. Her whole life she had been the good girl who always did the right thing and where did it get her? Six feet under at Park Lawn cemetery. Now I obviously was taking a different path here at Charlottes for the Harlots as we affectionately called our dear alma mater. I had been here 6 years now and was counting down the days until graduation. College stretched out ahead of me. I was bright, the class valedictorian, the smartest girl in school with the worse reputation! Oh I was a good girl all right, very good at being extremely naughty that is.

It was a bright, autumn day. The sky was blue and dotted with white puffy clouds as I rushed across campus to make it to my AP English class. The leaves had been painted with scarlets, yellows and gold. We had a test today and although I might take my reputation lightly, or entertain a lax moral standard, my study habits were impeccable and my school work untarnished. Mr. Dominic Garity was just pulling the door shut as I slipped through, throwing him an impish smile, “You are late, he whispered with a scowl.

“Oh just a moment or two”, I responded lightly as I slid into my desk, “Test today, right?” I had been busy during the lunch break and I couldn’t help grinning as I remembered.

“Right,” he replied, pulling the door shut. His scowl deepened as he took in my appearance, hair mussed, knees grass stained, and I laughed quietly to myself when I realized my blouse was buttoned wrong.

I returned his gaze and winked mischievously at him, causing him to blush and glance about to see if anyone else had noticed. He quickly passed out the tests and I demurely started on mine. Mr. Garity walked about the room quietly at first, ready to answer any questions. Once all the girls had started on their tests he made his way up to the front of room where he busied himself at his desk. Occasionally I would feel his dark brown eyes on me. After finishing the test I brought it forward and handed it to him. As our hands touched I felt the warmth of his tanned skin and I couldn’t help wondering if that tan was all over. He was an attractive man, in his mid 20’s, but he seemed quiet, and thoughtful. All the girls had a crush on him at some time. It was rumored that he had been a priest but he seemed young for that.

As I turned in my test he mentioned an award or competition or something he wanted me to enter. The prize was a summer internship and a cash award. Since my parents divorce I had been searching for something to do next summer. Anything would be better than going home, watching my mother drink and listening to my father’s excuses. This seemed like the perfect opportunity

It was later that day, only about five but already getting dark when I remembered the application Mr. Garity had mentioned. It was Friday and most of the staff had already left but as I walked past the parking lot I saw his car still parked in the lot.

I slipped quietly up the stairs and down the now deserted hallway. It was strange to be here at night without the hallway filled with chattering girls, laughing and moving from class to class. The hall loomed shadow-filled ahead of me, lit only by the red glare of the exit signs and a small puddle of light that poured out of the open door of the English department offices. You could hear the sounds of the clock hands moving and the rattle of old pipes under the drinking fountain. Somewhere downstairs a door slammed shut and a voice could be heard telling someone goodnight.

I stood for a moment at the door to Mr. Garity’s small office. His dark head was bent over a thick stack of papers before him and as I watched he absent-mindedly removed his glasses and rubbed his dark brown eyes. Did I hear a sigh or only imagine one? He stretched, lifting his arms above his head and leaning back in the chair. I took the opportunity to knock lightly and step into the room.

“Miss Gallagher?”, he said, surprised, glancing to the functional clock on the wall.

“Yes I was going by and remembered the application you mentioned.” I smiled taking a seat. He lowered his arms and ran his hands through his hair glancing over his desk looking for the application.

“Oh, of course,” he replied handing it to me, his voice becoming more excited. “When I saw this I immediately thought of you. bağcılar eskort You are more than qualified and have a real gift. I have no doubt you would do well in this competition.” He then leaned forward earnestly, “Miss Gallagher, Colleen?” he paused searching for the right words. “May I be frank with you? I have been your teacher now for over a year and I want you to know I have never met a person your age with such a gift for writing and expressing yourself. You are bright, intelligent, but I worry about some of the choices you have been making lately.”

“Choices?”, I asked crossing my legs, my short plaid uniform skirt slipped higher. I let my hands slip down over the plaid fabric of my skirt, tugging at the hem, exposing the soft tanned skin of my thighs.

He shifted in his chair trying to tear his eyes away from my legs. His face reddened slightly but he went on, determinedly. “Yes, choices”, he continued. “For example, this afternoon, your tardiness and appearance.”

“My appearance? I wear the same old blue plaid skirt, white blouse and blue sweater that all the girls here do.” I answered, looking innocent. I pouted slightly, my full lower lip jutting out. My tongue flicked out wetting them.

His eyes followed the wet pink tip of my tongue. He closed his eyes, looking for strength. “I’m not sure what you were doing before class but I do know what it seems like when you come rushing in, your hair mussed, your knees grass-stained. Colleen, even your blouse was buttoned wrong!”

“Was it?” I asked, standing up I took a seat on the edge of his desk swinging my long leg. I picked up a photo frame on the edge of his desk and glanced at it, then back to him. He looked uneasy, his eyes staring at my leg. “Are those our tests?”

He shifted in his chair, obviously uncomfortable and nodded, “Yes”, he shuffled the papers, “Yes these are your classes test papers. Of course you did well”, he rambled on nervously. He looked terrified and I felt a surge of power deep inside of myself.

Sensing his uneasiness I leaned closer. “What are you doing Colleen, he whispered? His eyes were fixed on the button of my blouse, as he stared I slowly reached up unbuttoning a button. I could see his response as he swallowed hard, sitting back in his chair, trying to put distance between himself and the temptation I presented.

“Were you really going to become a priest,” I asked?

“Yes, I studied for six years.”

“Perhaps I should make a confession”, I smiled.

“No Colleen, I cannot take your confession. I left too soon.”

“I know, but wouldn’t you love to hear what some people’s sins are? Hmmmm? I wonder what you do that is naughty”, I said with a smile. I stood up and walked to the narrow window in the rear of his small office. Dusk had fallen and the world outside this small office seemed very far away. Turning back to Mr. Garity, I leaned over his shoulder whispering in his ear, “I know what I do.”

Sweat dotted his brow and his hands shook as he grasped the arms of his chair, “We all have sins, we all have to control.”

I moved to the side of his chair, “But is control any fun, Mr. Garity”, I asked with a grin? My blouse gapped open as I unbuttoned another button, as he was looked up, unable to tear his eyes away from the sheer silk of my lacy bra now visible.

“Life is not always fun Miss,….ummm…Colleen.”

“I spun his chair around and leaned over him, looking down, “Mine is!”

My hair tumbled down over my shoulder, teasing him. He could smell the youth in my hair and skin, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled my scent. I leaned over him, smiling down, I asked. “Do you know what I was doing this afternoon before your class?

He shook his head.

“Do you want to know,” I asked.

He nodded no, then yes, then said, “If it will help you….to be on time I mean,” he stammered, opening his eyes. “What are you doing”, he begged.

I knelt down before him, my hands on his knees, shoving his legs apart. “This afternoon I was on my knees just like this,” I whispered. “Do you know why?”

His cock was raging. I glanced down and could see the evidence of his arousal pressing up against the wool of his trousers. “No”, he uttered in a small tight voice. I moved closer and he put out his hands as if to stop me, “You really should go,” he whispered.

My green eyes were hooded, filled with passion as I confessed in a throaty whisper, “I was sucking a big hard cock!” My pink tongue flicked out wetting my lips.

He looked lost, stranded. His hand reached out as if to push me away but zeytinburnu eskort his fingers brushed the side of my face and slid along the column of my throat. “We should go…” he made one final attempt to stop me.

“Do you really want me to stop confessing? Hmmm? Don’t they say confession is good for the soul?”

He was weakening but shook his head no.

“You are concerned about my soul, aren’t you Mr. Garity?” My hands slid out over his knees and up his inner thighs

He looked up as if God had left him stranded and I continued, “I had met Tom Jenkins, you know him don’t you? He plays QB for the University.”

“Yes I know Tommy.”

At first we kissed, his lips on mine, his hands sliding all over me”

Mr. Garity stared at me, lost in my eyes, imagining the sweet taste of eighteen. As he stared I unbuttoned my blouse further, “Then his lips slid lower, see? I spread the white uniform blouse open, showing him the bite marks on my fair skin. His hand reach out slipping through my hair, down over my shoulders. His finger traced the curve of my breast lightly teasing the hard nipple visible through my sheer bra.

My hands slipped down, and I moved closer, my head lowering to press against his hardness. I rubbed my face back and forth and I could feel his hands tighten in my hair, feel his hard erect cock pulse beneath me. I lifted my head just enough to see so that I could unbutton his trousers, slowly unzipping them. I tugged down and he lifted his hips, his cock springing free, jutting out. I moaned softly and licked my lips, my head lowering to taste him, to suck his cock into my warm wet mouth

Fluorescent lights snapped to life suddenly bathing the dark shadows of the outer office of the English Department in glaring light. Whistling could be heard and the uneven clatter of the janitor’s wheeled cart. Dominic stiffened his hands on my shoulders tightening. “Ole”, he whispered panic coursing through him. He shoved me down in the corner of his desk, hurriedly trying to straighten his shirt. Scooting closer to his desk he hid his hard jutting manhood and open pants behind the desk. I scrunched down, no more eager than Mr. Garity to be caught in such a compromising position.

“Working late again Dominic,” Ole asked?

“As a matter of fact I am Ole.” Holding up some of the tests he continued, “Have to get these tests graded for first semester grades.” He sighed as if he was continuing to work.

Ole spoke up, “You know Dominic you need to relax more, get out, have a little fun. You work too hard!”

I smiled at his words, mischief coursing through me. I carefully reached out teasing the tip of his softening cock with my fingertip. It was damp and I smeared his pre-cum about. His cock jumped in response and I covered my smile as I glanced up noting Dominic’s attempt to keep a straight face.

Yeah I suppose he agreed.

Ole continued, “I mean it Dominic, you work way too hard. I mean I suppose my work isn’t as demanding as yours. Bout the worse thing I have to deal with is some girl flushing the wrong thing down the toilet or peeling gum off the bottoms of desks but even I need a break sometimes. Like this Sunday, I’m going to the game.” He nodded, warming up, “Yep, my brother in law’s a pain in the ass if your know what I mean, but he’s got Packer tickets so I can be nice to him for a few hours” He laughed heartily, “After all it is the Packers, and I’d do most anything for them,!”

I wrapped my warm hand around Dominic’s hard shaft, my hand stroking slowly, up, down, up down.

“Yeah,” Dominic jumped, gasping at my touch, “Oh yeah, gotta love the Packers.”

I let my fingers slip down, cupping his soft velvety balls, rolling them about in my hand. I could see Dominic’s jaw harden as he tried desperately to behave normally.

Ole moved about the outer office, emptying some trashcans, wiping some shelves and with a last admonishment to not take life so seriously he flipped off the lights and exited the office.

Dominic waited just an instant before jumping up and shutting the door, locking it behind him. He came around the desk, his face scowling, “What were you doing?”

I grinned up at him, “Having some fun, didn’t Ole tell us to do that?”

He reached down pulling me to my feet, “You have to go.”

I pulled away backing up and sitting on the edge of his desk. He came towards me, “Colleen, you have to leave, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

I sat back on the desk, my hands slipping down to lift my skirt. “Are you sure this isn’t right?” I whispered. güngören eskort If so, why am I sooo wet, so aroused? As my skirt lifted my fingertips slipped into my white panties slipping them down over my thighs. My fingers slipped along my wet slit, teasing the hot little nub. I groaned, “Ohhh don’t you want to touch me here? Feel how wet I am, feel how horny you are making me.” My fingers stroked in and out, in and out.

He stepped closer his hands on my shoulders, “God forgive me” he whispered before pushing me onto my back on the desk, lifting my legs. He turned his head, his lips slipping along the inside of my knee, his teeth nibbling. He tore the white panties away and positioned his hard cock at the entrance of my tight little pussy. He bit his lip, looking for something, anything and only finding my long legs wrapping around him, locking him to me.

He glanced down and I saw his hesitation, the battle between what he wanted to do and what he had always been told was right. I took the decision away from him, arching up, my feet locking behind him and pulling him closer. I reached up with my hands, undoing the front opening clasp of my sheer bra, letting my young full breasts spill free. My hands cupped them, offering them to him. Dominic leaned down, his mouth closing over them my pert breasts so sweet and young. He licked my nipples and I moaned softly, reacting to his touch, my hands slipping through his hair. I gasped as he took my hard aching nipple between his teeth nibbling softly. The tip of his hard cock pressed against my heated pussy, teasing the hood. Our eyes met, “Fuck me,” I begged, and he did. His cock slipping into my tight, warm wetness with ease.

He moaned as his cock slid deep into me and he leaned over kissing me, savoring this moment when our bodies lay so intimately joined. His hips moved slowly back and forth, in and out of my tight young cunt. My mouth opened under his, our tongues entwining and at that moment I could feel everything. The hardness of the desk beneath me, the wood inside of me, the feel of his lips on mine, his chest pressing against my aching aroused nipples.

Our lips broke apart and I gasped for air, my breathing rapid and excited. My head fell back, and I moaned his name as his cock slammed into me over and over, faster and faster. His hands were spread to give him balance and his hips thrust harder, faster. I cried out as I felt my own orgasm sweeping over me and he reached down covering my mouth with his hand, trying to quiet my passion. My pussy convulsed around him, my body trembling, shaking. He stared down at me watching as I came beneath him, my skin flushed, my nipples hard, the slick juice of my tight pussy washing over him and then with a deep thrust he filled me. His hard cock pumping into me. His cum filling me. He thrust against me, one, two, three times, groaning softly then fell over me. His breathing ragged, his heart racing. I heard him whisper softly, “Oh my God, forgive me.”

I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled against him. He accepted my caress for a moment then stood suddenly turning to cover himself and zip his pants. When he turned back he was more composed and I sat up my hand slipping down to feel his hot cum slowly oozing out of my well fucked pussy. He looked away, biting his lip. “We shouldn’t have done this,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have done this. Please you have to leave”

I stood up moving closer. I could feel the wetness on my thighs and I leaned against him and he flinched at my touch. “It wasn’t your fault,” I consoled him. “I had decided I wanted you months ago and I always get what I want.”

“But I should have been able to resist,” he answered.

“Because I am younger? I am 18, plenty old enough to make my own decisions,” I insisted. ” And I had decided I wanted you!”

“No, not your age,” he said quietly, “Although I should have considered that. I am your teacher, I should have known better. I think you should report this. I will resign.”

“NO,” I exclaimed. Grasping his shoulder I spun him around to face me. “Don’t do anything that stupid. You are a wonderful teacher and reporting this will not help either of us.” I quickly closed my bra and buttoned up my blouse. “I know you won’t let this happen again, no matter how much I would love it, so I will not press you on it.” I stepped closer and kissed him, whispering against his lips, “But you better be free the day of graduation next spring because I am going to do things to you that you can hardly imagine!”

I stepped away and snatching up the application I left the room. He stared after me, then down, noticing my panties left laying on the floor. He reached down picking them up, bringing them to his nose. He sniffed the sweet musky scent of me and stepped to his desk. Opening the calendar on his desk he stared at the month of June and circled June 1…graduation. A slow smile spread over his face.

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We heard her knock. He looked at me and I got up and opened the door. She was dressed casual with a skirt and button-down. She smiled and I gave her a kiss as she entered. He stood to greet her and kissed her as well. I poured us all a drink as we sat on the couch making small talk. He was in the middle. As we drank another glass of Pinot Grigio, his fingers started to wander to her leg. I smiled as he seemed to sneakily raise it higher up her thigh.

She set down her glass and scooted closer to him and allows him more access. Higher his hand went, sliding now between her legs. I played with his waist band of his pants and managed to unzip them. I saw flashes of her thigh and saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. I moved from the couch so that I was in front of him and pulled his cock from the restraints of his pants. Its warmness filled my hand and then my mouth.

He slid her skirt up to her waist and she spread her legs wider for him to gain access. Slowly he slipped his finger in and out in the same rhythm as I was sucking his dick. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. He nudged open her shirt and with his free hand suckled her breast.

The nipple was erect as he flicked it with his tongue. With my free hand I touched the inside of her thigh and rubbed my finger over her clit. As he was fingering her, I quickened my speed and matched his thrust. He withdrew and shifted in order to take off his pants. As he did so, I slipped in between her legs and kissed where the juice had already been running.

I flicked my tongue slowly over her pussy lips and separated them slowly. I dipped my tongue into the wetness and sancaktepe escort slid it up over her clit. He came around next to me, now naked and finished unbuttoning her shirt. Her large breast spilled out and he leaned in to bite the tips. Grabbing each side of her tits, he slid his dick in-between and moved up and down. She tongued his cock when it came near, and the wetness made it slid easily. I slid one finger into her tight pussy as I continued to tease her clit with my tongue.

She was dripping down my finger and onto the couch. Sucking up her juice I stood up and laid her down on her back. He got between her legs with his cock in hand with preparation of entry. I positioned myself over her face and she readily flicked her tongue. As I was settling down onto her mouth, he slid his rod into her wet cunt. Slowly he moved inside her and as her pleasure grew so did her force in my hole. Her tongue felt so good, and my pussy was swollen with ecstasy. He leaned over and kissed my lips, tasting her on me.

He opened my shirt and palmed my naked breast. He pinched the tip like he knew I loved as he continued fucking her. She grabbed my ass and pulled me down closer and my peak was coming. He reached between herself and him and rubbed her clit and methodically pulsed until she was ready to scream. When her orgasm came, she spend herself around his dick, al the while getting me off.

Our screams were together as was our release. Slowly he withdrew and drug me to his lap. I sat on his cock facing away, my pussy wet from her tongue. I slid down his shaft and placed my legs just inside sultangazi escort his. She got on the floor and put her face between my legs. Again she slid her tongue around my clit and it was more sensitive because of my previous release. She sucked the jewel that was swollen from arousal.

As he dicked me from the back her tongue swirled in my cunt and sometimes traveling to the base of his shaft. She took his balls in her mouth and gently sucked them. She returned to my spot and as I cam again, she licked me up and down. I stood this time and I kissed her slowly, playing my tongue against hers. I bite her lower lips and felt the warmness. I walked to end of the couch and found what I was looking for: My 12 inch strap on. She smiled and walked over to me, sliding the fake cock into her mouth.

She bent over the arm of the couch and I slapped her ass playfully. She giggled and motioned for him to come closer. As I entered her with the massive dildo, she slid her hot mouth over his still erect cock. Slowly I started, pulling her hair gently as she blew him before her. With my free hand I reached around and flicked her clit, feeling the hot liquid run down me. She spread her legs wider to allow it to go deeper and she screamed every time I rammed her hot little hole. Unable to concentrate on the dick before her, he removed himself from the couch and came behind me.

Bending slightly, he entered me standing up. His thrusts in turn became hers, as the pattern feel into place. She reached behind and slid a finger into my hole as he banged into me. The pleasure was so great and I knew that cihangir escort I was soon going to cum. Slowly he withdrew and brought me to the floor.

Taking off the strap on, he turned me so I was on my knees. Readily I put my ass in the air and waited for him to enter. I motioned for her to come over and she lay on her back in front of me. She scooted closer and spread her legs wide. The reddening pussy was glistening with cum and I greedily slid my tongue between the swollen lips. She held my head as I dipped into the hot hole and licked up the sweet nectar. Faster I went as he went faster, wanting her to cum again in my mouth.

She gritted her teeth and threw her head back and I knew she was close. I buried my face deeper, probing the hole with my tongue and flicking her clit all in one motion. She screamed that she was cumming and I was prepared with my mouth tightly over it. She tightened her legs as they went around my head and her orgasm rocker her. When it subsided, she watched me as he fucked me from the back. Slowly she slid beneath me, her face now at the base of his cock and on my clit.

She shook her head back and forth, forcing her tongue to slide across my hot bead. The double sensation managed to make me peak in a matter of seconds. I gripped his cock with my pussy and I heard him moan. When it subsided he told me he was ready. He began to pump faster, letting his sensation rise and making me scream in pleasure. As quickly as he withdrew, she and I were there with our mouths.

We licked from base to tip, jacking it with our mouths. At the moment of his release, we were there; our mouths opened waiting for the white cream. It spurted on us, mostly in our mouths and it seemed like it would never end. When he exhaled, she and I kissed, sharing the cum between our lips and tongues. Wiping away the little dribbles, we all lay back on the pillows on the floor with him in the middle. We fell asleep with each hand on his cock.

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Chapter 12.

(Bobbie and Wiley decide its time to go back to Texas).

Bobbie and I went to bed after Julie and Joe left. Bobbie asked why I didn’t fuck Joe in the ass, after all he fucked me.

“Did you see his ugly butt?” I remarked. Bobbie giggled and said she wouldn’t like to fuck him either.

We had dabbled a little bit in the art of BDSM. Bobbie really enjoyed having her ass flogged. It made her pussy dripping wet and she would squirt a lot when the magic wand was applied to her pussy and the dildo pumping in and out of her little asshole.

That week, we had lunch at Moe’s and I called Billy and Bonnie in Texas. Bonnie answered and replied in code that she and Billy just got back from their vacation (laid low from bandits) and everything was quiet there (no government people were watching). Billy was cooking beans and rice (firing up the still—brewing whiskey) and when did I plan to visit (it’s time to go back to work).

“I’ll be there in four or five days,” I replied.

“Oh that’s good shu-ga ’cause we missed you,” she drawled.

I decided to sell the van, furniture, my plants and lights to Ray and Harry for $10,000. They were eager to close the deal and readily paid me for the huge sensimille plants. The landlord lived out of the country so all Ray had to do was deposit the rent by the first of each month.

Not a bad deal for me. I brought the plants from Brownsville in the old van pulling the Chrysler on a dolly. My entire investment was less than $1500. Bobbie counted the ten large in cash twice in disbelief.

The boys moved in as Bobbie and I loaded the old Chrysler and by mid morning we were on I-20 to Birmingham. The Atlanta skyline slowly disappeared in my rear view mirror. I was sad to leave for it had been my home as a child.

The radio played Gladys Knight’s “Midnight Train to Georgia” and I was reconciled to return home in the next year or two—if I survived.

Bobbie and I checked into a motor court somewhere in Mississippi. After a hot shower, we ate dinner next door at a country café. After we finished eating, Bobbie confessed that she was excited to go back where she had friends and family.

We were alone except the waitress and a young couple in the booth across from us. They were seated side by side—and they were flirting with us and giggling. It was sort of annoying but Bobbie and I started to giggle because they seemed so cute and silly.

He was medium height with brown curly hair and she was small girl with red hair. They looked to be about 16. Bobbie took off her shoe and rubbed my crotch with her bare foot under the table. It was obvious that the young couple could see her foot massage my cock under the table.

They blatantly starred and giggled. Then the little red haired girl pulled the boy’s cock out of his pants and stroked it. Her small delicate fingers wrapped around it and she peeled the foreskin up and down. They şişli escort continued to stare at us so Bobbie broke the ice.

“Hey, you wanna’ come to our room,” she asked.

“Oh yes, OK,” the girl said.

“Oh geez–they could be our children,” I remarked and Bonnie said yes and I could tell she was very excited.

Bobbie and I both were very excited. They were so young and cute. We found out later that his name was Harold and her name was Susie.

Bobbie and I took off our clothes as soon as we got inside the room. The red haired girl’s mouth was open staring at Bobbie’s big tits. Bobbie stepped in front of her and started undressing her. I laid down in the middle of the king size bed and young Harold took his clothes off.

I was so busy watching Bobbie seducing the red haired girl that I wasn’t paying attention to Harold.

Bobbie stripped Susie’s blouse and skirt off and was French kissing her mouth while fingering her pussy inside her panties. Her small white titties jiggled as her tormentor frigged her pussy.

“Ooooo—awwww—oooohhh—awwww,” Susie moaned as Bobbie found her sweet spot and massaged her vigorously.

Young Harold got on the bed next to me and quite unexpected; he gently grabbed my semi hard cock and began to rub it.

Hmmmm I moaned and said what an unexpected pleasure. It’s a really big-un—it’s so thick he said.

Then he leaned over and took my cock in his wide mouth. The plum shaped head fit easily and his tongue massaged it quite expertly.

Bobbie placed the girl on the bed on all fours and pulled her panties down to her knees and literally plowed her face into the girl’s little ass and cunt.

What a sight—Bobbie on her knees on the floor—her hands gripped the girl’s hips and her mouth squarely covering the little girl’s red haired pussy.

Susie’s head was on the bed—her face contorted and her eyes rolled back as wave after wave of pleasure streaked through her pussy.

“Mmmmm—gawddd—yesss-yes-yes—ohhhhh,” she wailed as Bobbie’s tongue fucked her and licked her clit.

Bobbie released her grip only after the squealing and cumming stopped. Then she lay down next to me—her face drenched in pussy cum and while holding Red’s hair—she pulled her face close to her cunt.

“Smell my pussy—that’s it—smell it good—you like my pussy don’t you,” demanded Bobbie. The girl moaned yes and then Bobbie pulled her face hard between her legs.

“Lick my pussy—you like it—lick it—suck my pussy—that’s it,” encouraged Bobbie. I could see her face and jaw working knowing that her tongue was licking Bobbie’s pungent pussy and sucking sounds as juice flowed into her mouth.

Harold was doing a great job of sucking my cock. He had half of it in his mouth. Bobbie looked at Harold gulping down my fat cock and her eyes rolled back and her body began contorting as she held Susie’s hair.

I placed my hand on bayan escort Harold’s curly head and pushed his bobbing head down onto my cock. His sucking became very pleasurable. He really seemed to enjoy sucking my cock.

When I was fully hard, I pulled his face up and stepped behind Susie’s up-turned ass. I admired her bright red pussy hair and the inner labia that was also bright red. I rubbed her pussy and pushed two fingers inside feeling how wet and tight she was.

Harold was frigging my cock and I aligned Susie’s cunt with my cock. I bellied up to her and Harold guided the head between her little pussy lips.

I thrust and pushed my fat truncheon for some time pushing and stretching the young pussy channel. I could hear Susie moan in anguish as surely the stretching must have been painful.

After much straining and pushing, I heard the squish as the shoulders of my wide cock penetrated her small chasm.

“Ooooooo—AWWWWWgggggghhhhh—it’s too big—it hurts—aaggggg—OUCHHH,” she wailed.

I had the head and about one inch inside her. I had to hold onto to her hips so she couldn’t pull away. Harold still held my cock and encouraged me to continue.

I began to saw in and out a little bit at a time. Gradually half of my fat cock was engulfed in her tight channel.

“She’s got it now—fuck her good so she likes it,” said Harold.

I needed no encouragement and soon I was thrusting two inches in and out of her wet pussy.

The lips were so stretched round my cock. The ring of her pussy pulled out with each stroke.

I admired her puckered ass ring and remarked at how it looked used and loose compared to her pussy. Wetting my finger, I penetrated her anal ring with ease.

“She always makes me fuck her in her asshole but never in her pussy,” said Harold. He seemed pleased to watch me open the way. That explained the big pouty nether hole.

I held her small hips with three inches of fat swollen cock inside her and some pre-cum leaked out. Every time my cock stroked out, I could see the white jism that provided additional lubricant for my work.

I shoved hard and harder and eventually my pubic hairs met her bung hole. I held it inside her without moving trying hard not to cum. I could feel my cum boiling and my nuts pushing to ejaculate.

Susie’s head bobbed up and down on Bobbie’s pussy. Bobbie had already cum once. I could see her body tense up and her face strain with pleasure as another orgasm boiled over. She gritted her teeth and grunted—hmmmfff—hmmmfff.

My cock settled in a bit and I really wanted to fuck Susie properly. I withdrew my cock from her pussy and rolled her over onto her back. Then I had Harold pull her legs back over her head and I mounted her.

My cock soon buried inside her to the hilt. She didn’t complain and instead she looked quite pleased.

“Ooooo—yes—fuck me—fuck-fuck-fuck,” she moaned. I istanbul escort wasted no time plowing harder and harder into her slick pussy.

“Ah, now I’m fucking you good—it’s sooo tight—awwwgghhh—soo fucking tight,” I moaned.

Meanwhile, Bobbie sucked Harold’s cock hard and turned her plump white bottom to him. He bellied up and pushed his cock inside her with one stab.

“Fuck me,” muttered Susie, opening her legs wider as the intensity of her impending cum gained on her.

“Oh fuck me hard—harder” and with a wail of rapture, she deluged my cock with a copious discharge, pushing upward at the same moment to meet my thrust.

“Awwwwgggaaawwwddd,” she cried out.

I took advantage of her liquid lubricant and fucked in and out harder pounding my cock inside her tight red pussy. The bed rocked and my cock made a loud sluicing sound as our joints slapped together.

Susie heaved and quivered beneath me. Her breath came in sobs, her eyes closed in intense pleasure of a constant spasm of emission.

“I can’t hold it any longer, I’m cummiinngggg,” I grunted out. I felt my cock swell to an enormous thickness and hardness. I was cumming in jets—spurt after spurt inside Susie’s young pussy.

A tremendous spout of cum ejaculated from my cock, spewing out the taut lips of her stretched pussy–pumping over and over again, my cum squirted out around the shaft like a leaky piston.

“Awwwww–I’m cummmiiinnnggg again,” Susie cried out. Her legs twitched and jerked as another orgasm wracked her body. Her whole body tensed and her hips bucked under my pelvis. My cock squished in and out with cum leaking everywhere.

I sucked on her hard red nipples as my cock deflated some. I pulled out of Susie’s slit with a squishy pop. I lay down next to her kissing her pouty lips—tasting Bobbie’s salty pussy juice.

Harold abruptly pulled his cock out of Bobbie’s pussy—leaned over and sucked on my cum-drenched and spent cock.

My cock was a little sensitive after just cumming so hard but his mouth was gentle and soothing. Susie pressed her lips to mine and we exchanged a soulful kiss with earnest affection.

“Oh Harold, you’re so queer,” Susie exclaimed giggling.

“I think Harold is very nice man,” I said in approval.

Bobbie wrote down Susie’s telephone number because Susie wanted to go with us but she had to think about school and her mother. She just turned 16 and she was only in the 10th grade. I said that she was too young and Harold giggled and said that in Mississippi 14 was old enough to fuck.

Apparently she had no father and her mother was a drunk. I said it sounds familiar and Bobbie said that maybe Susie’s mom would let her come live with us. I looked at Bobbie with disbelief but she had developed a crush on Susie.

We laughed and said good night to them. Once we were alone, I sucked on Bobbie’s blond pussy and managed to fuck her until she came.

Bobbie made it perfectly clear that she wanted Susie to come live with us. I said OK but what if I want to fuck her again.

“She needs a Daddy to fuck her and take care of her just like me,” she said in earnest.

Continued in Chapter 14, there is no 13.

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A few years ago my friend, Joe, bought a hard-to-find movie that he, another friend of ours, Matt, and I were really anxious to watch. I had recently installed a large screen TV, so Joe brought the movie over to my house and Matt joined us. I invited them in, asked them what kind of beer they wanted, and told them to get things set up in the living room. As I was getting our beers I could hear them chatting excitedly about the movie.

Suddenly they stopped talking and I could hear a different, familiar voice. Odd. It sounded like my wife, Susan, but she wasn’t home. She had gone out to get us a couple of pizzas. I listened closer and could hear her saying in a lusty voice, “As he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy…”

What the heck? Oh no! I didn’t! I couldn’t have! I listened carefully. I did! I had been watching one of our homemade pornos last night and forgot the DVD in the player. When the guys turned on the entertainment center it must have started playing again. I knew exactly what they were seeing. My wife would be on the TV, laying naked on our bed, her legs spread wide, as she told an erotic story about us being caught showering together in the men’s locker room, all the while rubbing a large, realistic vibrator over her pussy.

What was I going to do? She would kill me if she found out they had seen it. What do I say to them? There was no doubt it was her in the video. As I imagined what was on the screen and my two friends watching it, I realized I had an erection. I wasn’t sure if it was from remembering the movie, from knowing that my friends were watching my wife in a home porno, or both. Regardless, I had to stop it.

I took their beers into the living room and saw them both sitting on the couch watching the video intently. They didn’t even notice me at first. I looked at the TV and, sure enough, there on the big screen was a closeup of my wife’s smooth shaven pussy, dripping wet, with the head of the vibrator moving between her lips. She looked so sexy!

“What are you guys watching?” I asked nervously. I guess I was hoping against hope that they didn’t realize who it was in the video.

“Oh, uh. Sorry dude,” Joe stammered. “When I turned the system on this started playing. She was so hot we couldn’t bring ourselves to turn it off.”

I knew what they meant. I handed them their beers expecting them to turn it off, but they didn’t. I went back to the kitchen to get mine, thinking they would take the opportunity to stop it. I walked back into the living room just in time to see the last inch of the vibrator disappear into her. Flustered and confused, I sat down on the sofa with them and watched.

The three of us watched as she slid the realistic phallus in and out of her pussy, continuing to tell the story, in between moans, of the stranger who caught us showering together fucking her on the bench while I sucked on her tits. In my peripheral vision I could see both of my friends rubbing their crotches. Honestly, I couldn’t blame them. I was tempted myself.

Just as she started to orgasm hard a voice shouted, “What the hell is going on here?”

We all turned to see Susan standing there looking at the TV. None of us had heard her come in. We had been caught red handed, so to speak. She turned and looked at us with an expression of shock and anger on arnavutköy escort her face.

“Honey, I am so sorry,” I apologized. “I was watching one of our movies last night and forgot it in the DVD player. When they guys turned on the TV it just started playing. They said you were so sexy they couldn’t bring themselves to turn it off.”

I watched as she stood there silently, the look on her face changing to one of confusion. That’s when I noticed she was looking at my friends rubbing their crotches.

Finally she spoke. “Is that true?” she asked them.

“Yes,” Matt blurted out. “We had no idea what it was at first, but it was so hot we couldn’t stop watching.”

She turned back to the TV to see me crawling between her legs. We all watched as I slowly fucked her for a few moments before filling her with my cum. I pulled out and walked off camera. The camera zoomed in on her pussy, lips swollen, dripping our combined cum.

“Oh, that is so hot!” Joe whispered.

Susan turned and looked at him. “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely!” Joe answered, still watching as more cum ran out.

The movie finally ended and the room felt filled with sexual tension.

My wife was once again looking at my friends rubbing their crotches.

“Did that really make you hard?” she asked them both.

“I’m hard as a rock,” Joe replied.

“I’m about to burst out of my pants,” Matt added.

“Prove it,” she said.

Wait. What? Did she really just ask my friends to prove that their dicks were hard?

Even as I tried to make sense of what she just said, Joe stood up and started undoing his pants. Within seconds he whipped out a fully erect cock. It even looked wet on the end.

“See,” he said to Susan. “Hard as a rock.”

She stared at his cock for a few moments before turning to Matt. “Well, what about you?”

As Matt slowly stood up, Joe started putting his cock away.

“No, leave it out and stay right where you are,” she instructed him. He pulled his cock back out and stood there.

Matt undid his pants and produced a very large, hard shaft.

“Oh my gosh,” Susan said. “You weren’t kidding. How did you manage to keep that thing contained?”

Matt looked embarrassed and didn’t say anything.

“Let’s see your balls too,” she directed.

Both guys complied and pulled their pants down, revealing their complete packages.

“Very nice,” Susan sighed as she moved closer to them.

I was shocked as she reached out her hands and took ahold of both of their cocks. Obviously they weren’t going to complain. She slowly stroked them as she looked from one to the other. The next thing I knew, she was kneeling down in front of them to get a better look. At least that’s what I thought at first, until she leaned forward and took Joe into her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I was sitting there watching my wife suck my friend Joe as she stroked my other friend Matt. What the heck was going on?

After taking Joe’s entire shaft into her mouth a few times and even licking his balls, she turned her attention to Matt. She swirled her tongue around the head before wrapping her lips around it and easing part of his shaft into her mouth. We watched as she tried to get more and more of him into her avrupa yakası escort mouth and throat, all while still stroking Joe. She managed to get about three fourths of it down before finally conceding defeat.

Looking up at them while stroking them in unison she asked, “What were you thinking about while watching the movie?”

Joe quickly answered, “Eating your pussy like the guy in the story.”

Susan grinned shyly before looking to Matt.

“Working my big cock into your tight pussy like the guy in the story,” Matt replied.

Finally releasing them from her grasp, she stood up and started undressing. “Well let’s see what we can do about that.” Turning to me she asked, “If that’s okay with you, dear?”

My thinking was happening below the belt at this point, so I said without hesitation, “Sure, it’s okay with me.” I wasn’t even quite sure what I had just agreed to.

Before I knew it my wife was standing there before my friends and me completely naked, nipples hard as rocks. Laying down on the floor she spread her legs and told Joe, “Eat my pussy!” Then turning to Matt she asked, “Would you mind sucking my tits like in the story for now?”

They were both happy to oblige after finishing undressing. I watched amazed as Matt licked, sucked, and squeezed her tits while Joe eagerly devoured her pussy. She was soon moaning loudly and rocking her hips, quickly approaching an orgasm.

But just when it looked like she was about to cum, she moaned out, “Please, no more teasing. I need a hard cock in me.” Just like she said it in the story!

Joe was quick to respond and was between her legs rubbing his cock over her pussy before plunging inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He must have really been worked up from the movie and what had happened since then, because he didn’t hold back at all and fucked her fast and hard before grunting as he shot his load inside her.

As Joe pulled out Susan said to Matt, “Are you ready to live out your part?”

Matt released her nipple from his mouth and smiled before moving between her legs. I held my breath as he pushed the head in to her dripping, swollen pussy.

“Uhhhh,” Susan moaned as the head eased inside.

Matt pulled back a little before pushing in again, this time a couple of inches further.

“Oh my gosh!” she cried out.

Matt paused. “Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Keep going.”

He pulled back a little again before another push inward, now about halfway in. He stopped to let her adjust.

“More,” she moaned as she lifted her legs up further.

Matt complied and gave another push, getting to about the three quarter mark. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to take the whole thing. He looked at her to see how she was doing.

“Give it to me,” she directed him. “Put it all in.”

He smiled and with one final push, sank the rest of his cock into her tight, but willing, pussy.

“I’m gonna. I’m gonna.” She stammered as her body started to shake with an intense orgasm. “Oh! Oh! Ahhhh!”

Matt didn’t move but just let her pussy spasm around his thick cock. Ever so slowly he pulled back before pushing in just as slowly. He did this a few times, her pussy lips clinging to his shaft with each outward stroke.

“Fuck bakırköy escort me,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

No longer holding back, Matt began to give her what she had asked for, thrusting hard and fast. Her moans and the wet sounds from her pussy filled the room. She seemed to be having one continuous orgasm.

Soon Matt started grunting too and we all knew he was getting close.

“Cum on me like in the story,” Susan groaned. In the story the guy had pulled out and shot his cum all over her.

As he got closer, Matt managed to fuck her even harder and faster.

“Get ready!” he warned her. “Here it comes!”

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her and stroked it, sending streams of hot cum onto her tits, stomach, and pussy. The first shot even managed to land on her face! As the cum bath slowed down, Susan started rubbing his cum all over herself.

“Please put it back in,” she asked him.

Having only softened a bit, his cock slid easily back inside of her and he stroked slowly in and out as she licked the cum from her face and continued rubbing it all over her tits.

Being the only one who hadn’t cum yet, I was more than ready to join in. I motioned for Matt to move out of the way and he quickly pulled out. Susan whimpered at first, but then smiled when she saw me approaching with a raging hard-on.

“Oh yeah! Give it to me,” she said happily.

I sank my entire length into her with one push and paused to admire how sexy she looked. I quickly got into a rhythm as I looked her in the eyes, still filled with lust.

“Mmm. That feels so good. Don’t stop,” she whispered as she neared yet another orgasm.

She definitely didn’t feel as tight as usual and was wetter than ever before, but that helped me to hold off a bit longer than I would have been able to normally. Soon she was arching her back and moaning as her orgasm washed over her. As her pussy contracted around my shaft, I neared the point of no return.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked urgently.

“Inside me! Please fill my pussy with your cum,” she replied.

A few more strokes and I exploded inside her. Stream after stream of cum pulsed from my shaft, filling her to overflowing. I collapsed on top of her and lay there as we both recovered for a bit. When I finally got up I looked around to discover Matt and Joe had quietly left. I helped Susan upstairs on her unsteady legs and soon we were in bed, sound asleep.

We finally woke up the next day and were fairly quiet until after breakfast. As we were drinking our coffee, I finally brought up the elephant in the room.

“So, about yesterday,” I started. “How are you? I mean, are you okay with what happened?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she said.

I thought for a moment before responding. “I was really surprised when it happened, but that was the hottest thing I have ever been a part of. You were so incredibly sexy and I was so turned on by it all. I’m getting hard just thinking about it now.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” she said, smiling. “I’ve been thinking about it all morning and my pussy is dripping wet right now.”

With that she put her coffee cup down, pulled off her nightshirt, and lay back on the sofa with her legs spread. Her pussy was pink with arousal and clearly wet.

“Why don’t we talk about it some more?” she asked coyly.

We discussed it as I touched her naked body and soon we were going at it fast and furious. After we were done, we agreed we wanted to do it again someday soon. We even talked about having my friends help us make a new porno.

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Eve’s eyes told me everything, and I sighed.

“Wait,” I called after the flight attendant, opening the door to the bathroom stall where she’d just finished sucking my cum from Eve’s well-fucked ass.

The flight attendant had already managed to pull her pants on, and she was working on her bra, the rest of her clothes piled on the countertop between the sinks. Her face was flushed. I tried to allay what I thought was her embarrassment with a cheerful tone of voice.

“Are you going already? We were just getting started.”

“Sorry,” she replied, speaking for the first time.

Her voice was much huskier and sultrier than I would have thought. It reminded me of dark and smoky jazz bars. The tall blond bombshell standing before me would have seemed at home on a California beach, not the back room of a New York Jazz bar.

“Fuck sorry,” I said, “that was some damn hot shit that just happened in here.”

The flight attendant paused, bra on but not fastened, still seeming unsure of what to make of her recent experience with us. She’d entered the bathroom with the intention of peeing and nothing more. The next thing she knew she was watching as I fucked Eve’s ass hard in the neighboring stall. On our part, this was the culmination of sucking, licking, and fucking—an encounter we’d been anticipating for the summer months spent apart.

“You can’t leave yet,” Eve said coming up behind me, having recovered some from the long string of orgasms she’d just experienced. “I know you had fun. We certainly did.”

This elicited a small smile from the flight attendant, but she still made no move to join us in the stall nor begin undressing again. Reaching down with her left hand Eve grabbed my now flaccid and shriveled cock, giving it a small squeeze.

“He might not be able to do much with this little guy at the moment, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in the meantime.”

“Hey,” I replied, reaching up to tweak one of her nipples, “have a little sympathy. God, I just fucked you in every hole, I think I’m allowed to be spent for a few minutes.”

“So let’s have some fun then,” Eve said, pretending to ignore my last comment.

With that she walked out of the stall, her naked body still glistening slightly with the sweat from our recently finished fucking, and approached the flight attendant. Eve’s hands snaked around the flight attendants hips and down to her ass, pulling her into an embrace. Eve looked up into the flight attendant’s eyes for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. It started out slowly, their lips brushing against one another’s, but steadily gained momentum until their tongues danced in a deep French kiss. I imagined Eve could still taste my cum on the flight attendant tongue, as well as the flavor of Eve’s own ass, where only a few moments ago I’d deposited my seed.

The flight attendant brought her arms up and wrapped them around Eve, squeezing an ass cheek in each palm. Their bodies mashed together, breast to breast, the flight attendant’s unstrapped bra stuck between them.

“Wait,” the flight attendant said, breaking the kiss, “I don’t know if we should do this, you don’t really know me.”

“I don’t care,” said Eve. “Besides, my boyfriend made me a promise earlier, and knowing him, he’ll spend all night feeling guilty if he breaks it.”

“What promise is that?” the flight attendant and I said simultaneously.

“You said you’d make her cum if she helped make us cum.”

“Oh,” we both said again.

“Right,” I said, “so you must know by now that we can’t let you leave. At least not until you’ve had a chance to orgasm. Plus, I think I’ll only need a few more minutes of watching you two beauties getting it on to be ready for round two.”

The flight attendant looked at us both for a moment and then, without another word, pulled Eve back into a kiss. I was contented just to watch the two of their bodies pressing into each other for a few moments. Soon Eve broke the kiss and slowly reached up to pull the bra from the flight attendant’s shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Again they kissed, mashing their bare breast together. I could tell both women’s nipples were hard. Eve’s modest breasts were being smashed into her body by the flight attendant’s much larger and probably artificially firm breast.

Slowly Eve shifted her kisses away from the other woman’s mouth until she was nibbling at her left earlobe. She proceeded to kiss, lick, and bite her way down the flight attendant’s jaw line to her neck, and from there to her collar bone. It was only a moment more before Eve was lapping at the globe of the other woman’s left breast, her tongue tracing designs into the pale flesh. She brought one hand up to support the breast’s weight, though the silicone infused orb was no doubt firm enough to sit high on the flight attendant’s chest regardless.

I watched as Eve licked around the flight attendant’s breast until her mouth was hovering above the nipple. The flight attendant’s eyes had closed, and her breathing was becoming deeper and mecidiyeköy escort louder. The sight of Eve as her lips locked around the woman’s nipple was too much. Within a moment I’d closed the distance and was myself suckling at the woman’s ample breast. I’d only felt a fake breast one other time, when a stripper who had been much more friendly than I think she was supposed to be had let me massage her breasts during a $20 lap dance.

It wasn’t that fake breasts were hard, as I’d always imagined they would be, but more that they just felt unnaturally firm. Breasts are supposed to be a collection of milk producing glands, fat, and some underlying muscle tissue, making them soft and, of course, jiggly. These felt like pure muscle, nothing else. It was kind of like licking a well-toned ass. It was still sexy, but despite the size difference, I found myself preferring Eve’s much smaller albeit natural breasts to the flight attendant’s large fake ones.

Finally my tongue reached her nipple. I swirled it first around her rosy areola, spiraling inwards until the tip of my tongue passed over her by now very hard nipple. Looking over at Eve I could see her still sucking at the flight attendant’s breast, one hand cupping it while the other played with her own breasts. The sight of my girlfriend sucking this other woman’s breast turned me on much more in reality than it had in all my previous and plentiful masturbatory fantasies featuring the same theme. The flight attendant’s eyes were still closed and I could hear her moaning softly.

Looking back over to Eve, we made eye contact, and I knew it was time to make our way further down. Eve began kissing down from the woman’s breast and across her flat stomach, as I replaced her mouth with my hand, giving both the flight attendant’s breast equal attention. Once Eve had removed the woman’s pants fully, again exposing the pair of boy shorts at the top of two long and shapely legs, I kissed my way down until I was at the flight attendant’s panty line. As I kissed along the edge of her panties, I wondered what her pussy would look like; was she a natural blond, with light pubic hair barely covering the slit of her cunt or was she going to have a shock of dark pubic hair. Or would she be shaved.

I placed one hand on the side of her panties as Eve gripped the other side, we pulled together, sliding them down the flight attendant’s smooth legs. Looking up I saw the blond hair that I had been hoping for peaking from between her legs. I could feel Eve pause beside me at the same time that I noticed something was wrong. The light blond curls were there, neatly trimmed, but the flight attendant’s delicious slit was not.

As the flight attendant stepped out of her boy shorts, I watched a pair of balls and a semi-erect penis slide from where they were tucked behind her legs. She was a transsexual!

“I told you,” the flight attendant said in a soft voice, “you don’t really know me.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t quite expecting . . . this,” Eve replied, obviously unsure of what to do.

With her secret exposed, the flight attendant began to tense up once more. I looked up into her face. The fake breast; low sultry voice; the narrow hips on such a tall frame; the face that I’d previously thought was a little plane now registered as distinctly less feminine than Eve’s, though still far from masculine. All these things could easily have been clues that she was a transsexual, though all could just as easily have been present on Eve or any other women. In fact, hard as I tried to see her otherwise, she still looked every bit the woman to me. Only the cock hanging between her legs truly said otherwise.

I reached up and gently took the now completely flaccid cock into my hand, surprising all three of us as I began massaging it. Though I was initially surprised by my own actions, as I thought about it more, it made sense to me. I’d never found myself attracted to men, masculine features generally turned me off. Yet, the flight attendant didn’t look like a man, she looked like a woman, with all the features of a woman. It didn’t matter if some were fake, the effect was still real. I still considered her a her, especially since that was how she was living her life. The fact that a penis hung between her legs didn’t make me less attracted to her. Thinking about it more, I realized that while men weren’t attractive to me, I didn’t find the penis itself particularly displeasing. Far from displeasing actually, I found myself curious to see what another penis, someone else’s penis was like.

Flaccid, her cock couldn’t have been more than two inches, and I could see it being easy to tuck away. As I slowly massaged it, her cock began to grow. Like me, she was a grower, not a shower. Though starting small, her cock was quickly equaling mine in length, if not quite in girth. She was circumcised, and as she became fully erect, the head of her cock started to deepen from pink to red. Other then that her cock was pale, like the rest of her. Just underneath the skin aksaray escort I could see and feel the veins as they kept the cock engorged with blood.

In a final act of acceptance, Eve reached out and began fondling the flight attendant’s balls, massaging them with her left hand. The flight attendant slowly started to relax, her eyes once again closing, and her breathing deepening. As I stroked her cock, I looked at it closer. I guessed that her cock was about the same size as my own 6 inches, perhaps a bit longer. The head was also as large, though the shaft looked a little thinner. Experimenting a bit I let my hand stroke higher on her cock, making sure to brush against the ridge on the top of her cockhead, and could feel her cock pulse in response. I adjusted my thumb so that it ran along the seam on the underside of her cock with every stroke. Again, I could feel her cock pulse, and this time I was rewarded with a small droplet of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of her cock.

Without really thinking about it, I leaned in and licked the droplet from the end of her cock. It tasted salty and a little thick. Very similar to the way my own cum tasted on the lips of Eve or the other women whose mouths I’d cum in. I knew the next step was to put her cock in my mouth, but I baulked. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, or because I was afraid it would make me seem gay—I certainly didn’t care if people thought I was gay, though I definitely loved fucking Eve too much to be anything more than bi. No, my hesitance was because I simply didn’t know how. Though I’d had my dick sucked plenty of times, and even given some women pointers a few times, it was much different translating that into actual action.

Eve must have sensed why I hesitated, for she slid her hand up, replacing mine on the flight attendants cock. Leaning in, she began licking the cock, swirling her tongue around the head a few times before slowly inserting it into her mouth. I watched as she bobbed up and down, for the first time really appreciating the work she put in when she was sucking me. I could see the way she let her jaw hang loose, and repositioning her lips to cover her teeth while still allowing them to fully brush the length of the flight attendant’s cock. I watched as she slid it fully in and out of her mouth a few times, occasionally pausing to lick around the head and down the shaft, all the while continuing to pump the cock with one hand and massage the balls with the other.

As she swirled her tongue around, she looked over to me. She straightened up, removing her moth from between the flight attendant’s legs, and allowed me to once again replace her hand with my own as she rose up and once again began massaging and licking the flight attendant’s breasts. Kneeling between the flight attendants legs, slowly pumping at her cock, I prepared myself. Leaning in I brought my tongue out and, as I’d done with her breast and nipple a short time earlier, began licking around the flight attendant’s cock. I licked down to the shaft, adding my own saliva to what Eve had left. Then I licked back up and ran the tip of my tongue around the edge of her cock head, causing her to moan a little louder.

I parted my lips, relaxed my jaw as much as possible, and slowly slid the flight attendant’s cock into my mouth. It was warm and pulsing. I was surprised how quickly her cock filled my mouth. I’d thought I’d be able to take it all in, but I still grasped half of it in my hand. I began bobbing up and down, my hand keeping time with my mouth. Realizing that my mouth would get tired soon if I continued, I slid the cock back out of my mouth and returned to licking it. This time I licked underneath, tracing along the seam from the tip of her cock all the way down to the beginning of her scrotum.

With the mental equivalent of a shrug, I let go of anything holding me back, and sucked one of her balls into my mouth gently. After tonguing it for a moment, I switched to the other one, all the while continuing to stroke her rock hard cock. I could feel her balls as they began to pull up into her body, and I realized she must be getting close to orgasm. I quickly returned my attention to her cock, once again taking it into my mouth.

I knew what it would mean for her to orgasm in my mouth, and I almost stopped sucking her cock, but this could very well be my only chance to have someone cum in my mouth like this, and I was still curious. Even more then that, though, I realized I was turned on; my cock was now fully hard between my legs. I continued sucking her cock, swirling my tongue around the head as I let it slide in and out of my mouth.

“Mmmmm . . . yeah. . . that feels so good. . . I think I’m going to cum soon,” the flight attendant moaned in her low sultry voice, right as the bathroom door opened and a 30-something woman walked in.

The woman stopped dead in her tracks, still in the doorway, her eyes trying to take in the sight of me kneeling between what looked like a woman’s legs with what also looked like a cock in my mouth, topkapı escort and her breasts being licked by another woman; all of us completely naked. She opened her mouth a few times like a fish, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know what, and then, with a bemused look on her face, turned around and left.

I continued sucking the flight attendant’s cock, well aware that if I kept it up, she would soon be orgasming. I could feel Eve’s eyes looking at my, expecting that I would stop before the orgasm hit the flight attendant. But I didn’t. I kept going, trying to prepare myself as best I could for when the flight attendant came. As I bobbed my head up and down the length of her cock, trying to get it as far into my mouth as possible each time, the flight attendant’s body began to tense, and her balls pulled in tight against the underside of her shaft.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” she grunted.

Her hips started to push into me slightly as she tried to fuck my face, only my hand on her cock preventing her from doing it. With a moan she came. Her cock began to pulse in my mouth, the head seeming to swell up even more until finally I felt the first spurt of cum explode from the tip and hit me towards the back of the mouth. It was soon followed by another and then another squirt. Her cum was salty, thick, and hot. It tasted a little bitter and almost like chlorine. I tried to swallow it as fast as I could, but she was cumming too quickly and too much—it must have been a while since her last orgasm. Some of the cum was being pushed out as her cock continued to move in and out of my mouth, and it was now dripping down both the shaft of her cock and my chin.

After a few more moments, the pulsing of her cock and the accompanying orgasm subsided. Once she was done cumming, I let her cock pop free of my mouth. No sooner had I stopped then Eve was leaning down and mashing her mouth into mine, her tongue roaming out to lick the cum from my chin as well as the cum that was still coating my lips and tongue. She kept kissing me until the taste of the flight attendant’s semen was gone and then she disengaged, turning back to the flight attendant.

Having now cum, the flight attendant had allowed herself to lean back up against the sinks until she was almost sitting on the ledge. Without a word Eve was bent over, mouth on the slowly wilting cock of the flight attendant, sucking up the excess cum that was still oozing down the shaft like a vacuum cleaner. It didn’t take long for her to not only lick the flight attendant’s cock clean, but also to milk a few more drops from the tip, leaving only one solitary drop on the flight attendant’s thigh.

I stood up and saw both Eve and the flight attendant look down at my cock. Even though it hadn’t been very long since I’d cum deep inside Eve, my cock was once again ridged and engorged with blood. I knew what Eve was going to say before she said it.

“It seems like someone is back up, you want me to help you with that.”

“As much as I love the way you work it, Baby, I’ve pretty much fucked all three of your holes tonight, and none of hers,” I said, nodding in the direction of the flight attendant. “Besides, after looking at her tight little ass on the airplane for so long, I just can’t pass up this opportunity.”

“Oh, I was looking forward to using my mouth some more,” Eve said, looking a little disappointed.

“You are quite talented with that mouth of yours,” I said, “which is why I need your help.”

This seemed to perk her up some. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well, before I can fuck this pretty thing over here, I need you to get her ready for me. Do you think you can do that?”

“Sure,” she replied somewhat hesitantly.

I told the flight attendant to turn around and bend over. She complied, sliding off the counter and turning away from us. Perhaps it was because she’d just cum, or maybe she was beginning to feel more comfortable around us now that her “secret” had been revealed and accepted, but all traces of her earlier cautiousness were gone and she seemed almost docile. I felt like I could have told her to do almost anything, and she would have agreed, but that might have just been fantasy.

Now that she was bent over, I had another look at the ass I’d desired on the airplane. Her ass was proportionally smaller than Eve’s, and she lacked the sexy swell because of her slight hips. However she more than made up for this with how fleshy and firm it was. Each ass cheek was generously rounded, giving her what some might call a bubble butt. I couldn’t help fondling myself some as I began anticipating the way it would feel to slide inside of her.

Eve knelt down behind the flight attendant and began placing kisses across both ass cheeks. Next she started to kiss along the crack of her ass. She repeated this several times, each time pushing her face in just a little more. After a few moments it was clear that she’d need the help of her hands to spread the cheeks apart. Leaning back she placed a hand on either side of the flight attendant’s ass and pushed. The cheeks parted and I caught my first glimpse of the flight attendant’s puckered little anus. It looked very similar to Eve’s only lighter, as was the case with the rest of the flight attendant’s body; a soft red that matched the shade of her cockhead when erect.

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I had been trying to hatch this little plan of mine for some time which involves my wife of six years. Some might say it was a devious plan but in my view, it was a necessary plan to save our marriage. I’ll let you be the judge.

The plan was sure-fire if I could implement it but the problem was executing it. Unexpectedly, the perfect situation arose giving me the opportunity to set my grand plan in motion.

Before I get into the nitty-gritty of the plan, let me tell you a little about my wife and myself. My name is Ken Bakersfield; I’m thirty-two years old and married to a beautiful twenty-nine year old woman. This is my second marriage and we have no kids because of my vasectomy that was performed while I was married to Julia, my first wife.

Both Julia and I were twenty-one when we tied the knot. We were both juniors in college and began living together mainly to save on living expenses. The following year, after graduating, we decided to get married primarily because my wife insisted on it. She said her parents would not tolerate her living with a guy without being married. That’s kind of crazy because we had been living together for a year. However, her parents didn’t know about our living arrangement at college and since we were going back to her hometown after graduating, they would surely find out. Her parents were very well off and promised her a dowry of sorts when she married. The dowry consisted of a $100,000 bank account wedding present. I wasn’t too crazy about tying the knot so young but did so because she was a knockout, fun to be with, she loved sex and the thought of having $100,000 in our bank account was very appealing to me. The money part was especially attractive after skimping during my college years. So we got married immediately after college.

We found out one month before we graduated that Julie was pregnant. So, I was not only married at a very young age but also a father of a daughter eight months after we married.

Having a child was no big hardship because through Julie’s father’s connections, I landed a good job at a national stockbroker firm making very good money. We also had the $100,000 bank account.

Three months after Julie had our baby, she was pregnant again! I was a little pissed at this situation because I wanted her to use some birth control. But she was Catholic and would not use birth control and I refused to use a condom like I did during our college years. Nine months later she gave birth a beautiful baby boy. So…less than two years into our marriage, we had two kids! Here is the kicker! Two months after giving birth to our second son, she was pregnant again! Damn, her ovaries must have been just waiting for a few stray sperm to show up and then, bam!! We had another baby boy. Don’t get me wrong, I love kids and I especially love my kids. But three children are all I wanted. I decided to get a vasectomy much to the chagrin of my wife.

Our marriage tranquility began to slowly diminish after our third child. I don’t know if it was my not wanting more children or some toxic thing that slowly and insidiously creeps into some marriages. She was never very interested in sex but don’t get me wrong. She always accommodated my desires but she never initiated sex and that sort of pissed me off. I wanted for her come on to me occasionally but she said she never felt horny unless I aroused her. But even after arousing her she was never into experimenting new things or new positions..stuff like that. It was sort of like, “Okay, fuck me if you have to, but get it over with quickly.”

We drifted further and further apart in our intimate feelings toward each other and I began having affairs hoping to find something I was not receiving at home. It was inevitable that Julie would find about my affairs but the kicker was when she found out I was fucking one her best friends. That was the end of our marriage. After five years of marriage we decided to split. It was an amicable divorce and I get to see my kids two or three times a month. Julia remarried one year after our divorce to a seemingly good guy. In any event, my kids seem to like him. I wonder if he’s getting better sex than I got?

I met my current wife Brandi at one of our mutual friend’s party. Brandi has an executive position with a large advertising firm. She is smart and sexy and the moment I met her, I was immediately smitten.

Brandi is very well put together in all respects. She stands around five feet, nine inches, weights about 125 pounds give or take a pound. Her long brown hair comes down to her shoulders and her brown, dewy eyes could melt a lump of ice. She has a beautiful ass and no man can resist looking at her when she walks by. I know this is a bit weird but I love it when men look at her. Other men lusting for my wife turns me on. Brandi has beautiful tits that appear even larger because of her small waist. Yeh,…she is a knockout.

We married about ten months after dating which is sort of a surprise avcılar escort given that I enjoyed being single again. However, there were several guys who were sniffing after Brandi like dogs in heat and I was afraid that I would lose her if we didn’t get married. So, we tied the proverbial knot.

We have a very good marriage in all aspects except perhaps sex. I must say that is my opinion, not my wife’s opinion. My wife says that I’m oversexed. I just think I’m a healthy, normal male but I do stay in a constant state of horniness. Aren’t all men like that?

In the beginning, our married sex life was a continuation of our single sex life and that was a good thing. Sometimes we would have sex in the morning, other times we would have it at night. Sometimes we got horny watching television and fucked on the sofa or on the floor. We especially enjoyed fucking in the shower. Those fucking episodes were nice because she usually sucked my cock in the shower. Brandi has a penchant for cleanliness and I guess she thought my cock was about as clean as you could get it in the shower.

Unfortunately, as time went by, these sexual escapades declined and our sex became a little routine and predictable. You know what I’m talking about …like when sex becomes ho-hum after settling into a relationship. When a guy knows he can get it at just about any time and the thrill of pursuit and conquer is no longer there, well…it’s just not the same. At least it wasn’t the same for me. Also, for some reason she stopped giving me blowjobs unless I really forced the issue! That was really the kicker! When we first met, she gave great head and even let me come into her mouth. She was a great cocksucker and she seemed to relish it. She was very noisy when she sucked my cock. You know… sloppy kind of noisy. Slurping when she sucked is how I describe it. It was like she was relishing sucking my cock and that turned me on big time. I get shivers when I remember how she used go up and down the shaft of my cock with her lips and then lick my balls while she slowly stroked my cock.

She knew exactly how to exert just the right pressure when she sucked. God, I loved those blowjobs! After we got married the frequency of oral sex waned although I continued performing cunnilingus on her because I love oral sex. I love the taste of a wet pussy and Brandi has a very lubricated cunt. Our frequency of sex went from every day to every other day and then every four or five days. Now I’m lucky if I get it once a week. Something had to be done and little did I know that the perfect opportunity would present itself. That, my dear readers, was my big surprise for Brandi.

One evening my best and long time friend Jack and I were having a drink after work at our favorite watering hole. While we were enjoying our Ballantine Scotch and water and some casual conversation, Jack noticed an acquaintance of his with a group of people not far from where we were sitting. After a bit of waving trying to get his friend’s attention, Jack’s friend finally saw him. Jack waved him over to where we were sitting and in a few minutes his acquaintance joined us.

Jack stood up and shook his friend’s hand warmly.

“Ken, this is one of my clients, Gregor Petrovic. Gregor, this is my good friend, Ken Bakersfield.”

Ken did a quick size up on Gregor. He stood about six feet tall, looked to be in his early forties, was well built and would be considered handsome by most women. He had penetrating blue eyes that looked..well..how can I put it? Let’s just say they looked sort of sinister to me.

Gregor held out his hand to Ken and said in a somewhat heavy Slavic accent, “So very nice to meet you, Mr. Bakersfield.” Ken and Gregor shook hand firmly. Despite the accent, he spoke perfect English.

“Please call me Ken. It’s nice to meet you, Gregor,” replied Ken looking straight into those blue eyes.

“Okay, I will call you Ken,” Gregor replied smiling.

“How have you been, Gregor?” Jack asked.

“I couldn’t be better my friend. Business is good and life is wonderful. I’m doing very, very well,” Gregor replied ebulliently.

“Let me buy you a drink, Gregor,” offered Jack.

Gregor looked at his almost empty glass and said, “You are so kind. Thanks, Jack. I’ll have a Stoli on the rocks with a twist.”

Jack instructed the bartender to give Gregor a Stoli vodka on the rocks on his tab.

“What kind of business are you in, Gregor?” Ken asked trying to make idle conversation..

“I’m an arms dealer,” Gregor replied. He quickly added, “It is all strictly legal, mind you. It’s amazing what countries will pay for obsolete weapons.”

The simple facts were Gregor had made fabulous profits from dealing in arms. He was well known by the U. S. Department of Defense and was on their approved list of arms dealers. Gregor did business with dozens of countries and was very wealthy as a result.

“I halkalı escort see,” Ken replied somewhat in awe of actually meeting an arms dealer. To Ken, he did not look like the typical arms dealer he envisioned.

“So, what have you been up to, Gregor?” Jack asked.

“Not much. Just trying to stay out of trouble,” Gregor replied with a grin.

There was a pregnant pause when Gregor finally asked, “Jack, I’m glad you called me over. Are you coming to the party? You never come to my parties,” Gregor declared in a somewhat pouting manner.

“Party? What party?” Jack asked.

“Oh, Jack, you know. My special party,” Gregor offered. “The party I have once or twice a year.”

“Oh, yes. Come to think of it, I’ve heard about your special parties,” Jack replied.

“And, what have you heard?” Gregor smiled slyly.

“I heard that one must be very …let’s say…open minded when attending your parties.”

“Well, that’s true,” Gregor smiled. “I prefer liberated, free thinkers at my party. No prudes..is that the correct term?” Gregor continued, “But Jack, I know you are certainly no prude which makes me very disappointed you have never attended one of my soirees. Some people would kill to attend my party! Just kidding of course,” Gregor added.

Ken was quietly listening to the conversation wondering what in the hell they were talking about.

“Perhaps your friend, Ken would like to attend my party,” Gregor said looking at Ken. “Are you married, Ken?”

Before Ken could reply Jack chimed in and said, “He’s married and his wife is a knockout!”

“Well, in that case I would be remiss if I did not invite your friend and his lovely wife,” Gregor declared. “The reason I asked if you were married is because my parties are for couples only. Special couples, if you will.”

“I’ve been told that your parties get pretty wild, Gregor. Are they swinger type parties?” asked Jack.

Gregor reacted to the swinger party comment.

“I hope whoever told you that did not tell you too much. A strict edict of mine is that details of my parties must be kept confidential for various reasons,” replied Gregor in a serious tone.

Gregor continued with a smile saying, “In answer to your question, let us say that very liberal people attend my special parties. I don’t like the term ‘swinger’. The word has such a vulgar connotation to me.”

“I’ve heard about your parties but no one ever gives me any details on them,” Jack said.

Gregor smiled broadly and said, “Ah, that is good! You’ve seen the Las Vegas television commercial about, What goes on in Vegas stays in Vegas! Well, what goes on in Gregor’s party stays with Gregor.” Gregor laughed at his comparison.

Gregor put his hand on Jack’s shoulder and in a serious tone said, “I emphasize to people attending my parties to keep the details of the function to themselves or risk not being invited again. I have some very important and well-known people at my parties and discretion is so very important. Let me emphasize that no one wants to be excluded from my parties after they have attended one. No one! In answer to your question, Jack, regarding whether my parties are swinger parties…well, let’s just say that the people attending my parties are very.. let’s say, open-minded. Yes, that is a good description. They are very open-minded.”

Gregor turned to Ken to see his reaction and asked, “Are you open-minded, Ken?”

Ken stammered a little at this question and finally answered, “Yeh, I’m pretty open-minded but I don’t know about my wife.”

“Well, you never know about those things until you are in the proper environment,” Gregor offered. “It is truly amazing what inhibitions are done away with when exposed to certain situations. I’ve seen this phenomena so many times. You would be truly amazed.”

“Who will be at this party?” Ken asked.

“My friends will be at this party,” he replied expansively. All are my very good friends such as Jack and yourself. My friends come from all walks of life. Some are very powerful people such as politicians, executives, et cetera and others are…well just working people. I have people of all ages. I think having all ages adds a little spice to the occasion, if you will. However, be assured all have a libertine view of life. I have many, many married couples attending if that makes you feel better, Ken.”

Ken was surprised that Gregor was already including him as one of his friends.

Ken, remembering that Gregor said the party was just for couples turned to Jack, who was single and asked, “Are you going?”

“Well, I guess it’s time that I do. If I don’t accept my friend’s invitation, he’ll surely be pissed at me, won’t you, Gregor?” Ken replied.

“I could never be mad at you my friend,” Gregor smiled broadly. “Let’s just say I will be very, very, very disappointed if you don’t come this time.”

Ken thought beylikdüzü escort Gregor’s very, very, very reply to Jack’s question was clear enough. He would not invite Jack again if he did not come to his party this time.

Ken turned to Jack and asked, “Who would you take?”

Jack thought for a minute and replied smiling, “I think I’ll take Katelynn”.

“Katelynn, your assistant!” asked Ken incredulously. Jack and Katelynn had gone out to dinner with Ken and Brandi several times. Jack and Katelynn had been going out with each other for some time but Ken never seemed to be to serious about her. Of course, he was never serious about any of the women he went out with.

“Sure. We’ve been to several parties together and the wilder the better for Katelynn. So she would be the logical choice.”

“Well, are you going or not?” Jack asked Ken.

“Well, I guess I am but I don’t know how to convince Brandi to go.”

“Just tell her that you’ve been invited to a party and that I’ll be there with Katelynn,” Jack remarked. “Tell her a lot of important people will be attending. Also, she knows Katelynn and will be comfortable in knowing that someone with whom she’s very acquainted with will be at the party.”

Gregor chimed in, “I would suggest that you not tell your wife about the liberal aspect of the party. Just let things unfold and see how she reacts. She might surprise you. However, one thing you must know is that if you elect to stay at the party during the later hours, you must not be with the person you came with. That is the rule. I’m not saying that any intimacy is required but you must be with a person different from your date or spouse. If you do not want to participate in this aspect of the party you will be free to leave with no recriminations. But you cannot stay unless you agree to be matched to a person other than the person you arrived with. That, my dear friends,is the iron clad rule and is precisely why my parties are so much fun!” Gregor chuckled loudly.

“I see,” replied Ken a bit confused. “How do you do the matching?”

“It is completely random,” Gregor answered. “At the designated time, every man and woman is given a 6 inch by 6 inch card at random. On each card is a number. Every man’s card will match with some women’s card. The fun part is finding your partner. After you find your partner’s card that matches yours, you pair up, make your introductions and do what you need to do. I have private rooms available and for every private room, there is a viewing room.”

“A viewing room?” Ken asked confused. “What do you mean by a viewing room?”

“Ah yes. It’s just one of my brilliant ideas that I incorporated into the building of my house. It is a little room with a one-way glass that allows the person or persons to see into the private room. But the occupants of the room cannot see you. . It can be very exciting watching and hearing a couple’s behavior. The observed behavior may be just small talk or perhaps some intimate moments. Almost everyone who decides to go into the private rooms knows that someone may be watching them. Some people come to my parties just for this feature,” Gregor explained.”

One of Ken’s fantasies was the possibility of watching his wife engaged in sex with another man. Just thinking about the possible voyeurism involving his wife fucking another man or sucking another man’s cock made his heart beat faster. This party was sounding better all the time.

Gregor continued. “Some of the private rooms have a bed and other rooms are just smaller sitting rooms with a settee, etc. Many choose not to use the private rooms at all. They just enjoy themselves in the main living room area where there are several sofas, and throw rugs on the floor for lounging. I will also have some special entertainment going on to put everyone in the proper mood. But that will occur before the matching of couples. Watching the special show seems to put everyone in the proper mood, if you will.”

“I see,” replied Ken in a somewhat confused state. “You must have a very big house.”

“I do, Ken. I do have a very big house. It was specially built for me and my special needs if you know what I mean.”

Ken did not have a fucking clue about his special needs but did not want to delve into it any further.

Gregor continued his explanations of the pairings of couples. “At exactly 11:00 p.m. the pairings of couples occur. Then, later in the evening new number cards are dispensed that allow for threesomes to form. Many of my guests have said they enjoy the company of more than one person therefore I introduced this new activity. The threesomes might be two men and a woman or two women and a man. This aspect can be quite exciting. Again, these matches may lead to only stimulating conversation or maybe other exotic activities, if you know what I mean.” Gregor winked.

Ken just shook his head in amazement. “Jesus, this sounds wild.”

“I can assure you will not be disappointed,” Gregor replied. “These are very educated and refined people. You will also find them to be extremely attractive guests. I have nothing against unattractive and unseemly people but not for my special parties. I am very selective whom I invite to my parties. Only the beautiful people at my party!” Again, Gregor smiled broadly.”

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