The Insatiable Boy Ch. 05

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Hey guys! Here’s another chapter of The Insatiable Boy. This one involves cheating, straight play, bareback sex, cum eating and the usual raunchy stuff. Let me know what you guys think- I read all the comments and appreciate all feedback.

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Chapter 5: Gavin plays house with the neighbor

I left Reese’s room a little before lunch- having been thoroughly fucked and leaving him completely drained. He ran his fingers through his hair as I got dressed, sporting my backpack like a kid ready for his first day of school. We exchanged numbers and he asked for my schedule, putting a reminder in his calendar for the next time I’m working the graveyard shift.

He eased a finger along my side, saying, “Gotta make sure I don’t cum leading up to it, so that way I’ll have more to give you.”

“Sounds like a deal, dude.” I said as we both snickered.

He placed his hands on my face, rubbing his thumbs against my lips before I took it in my mouth and sucked softly. He laughed at that before pulling me into a kiss- this one was even more passionate than all the ones before.

“Thanks for all the fun, Gav.” He said, cementing our platonic nature.

I smiled, happy to be able to have both sides of this with him, “Let me know when we can do this again” I said, leaving the possibility open.

“Definitely”, he replied before I turned and left.

I walked down the stairs and took a peek at the front desk, seeing one of the new hires, Milo, aimlessly looking at his phone. I swear, each of us employed here at Graham are severely overpaid based on the lack of work we actually do. Milo heard me coming and looked up, giving me a surprised look as he noticed I’d come down from the dorm floors.

He opened his cute mouth, as if wanting to ask why I’d been up there, but I beat him to it. I yelled out to him, saying, “Have a good shift” and added a wink which got a slightly embarrassed reaction from him.

Milo was cute- sporting a green university hoodie and backwards baseball cap. I remember seeing him during one of our early staff meetings, having just been hired due to a lack of filled positions. He was only a sophomore, yet the kid beat me by nearly a good foot in height. Other than the basics, I couldn’t tell you much about him as we hadn’t been on shift together yet. The only thing I really know about him is that he’s half black and half white or an “oreo” as he’d call it- a piece of info he used as his “fun fact” during one of our ice breakers. Something tells me that I should spend more time with him.

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Two days later, I’m coming back home from hanging with some friends. I get to the front of the entrance door and see the same shadowy figure coming out from a parked car. It’s like deja vu from the first night I met Nico and sure enough, I see his face as he comes into the light. It’s barely nine as we get back to the building, with him carrying a box of pizza and a six pack of Blue Moon. I haven’t seen him since that first night after I left him with probably more embarrassment that he’d liked. Still, I play it friendly- not wanting there to be this weird nervous energy around us. But that doesn’t mean I won’t poke fun at him for my enjoyment.

“I didn’t take Abby or baby Miguel for beer and pizza people.” I say as I hold the door open for him.

He gives me a thankful smile, replying, “It’s more for me- kinda been a while since I got to drink.”

Nico stops in the foyer, clearly not in a rush to get away from me or this conversation. “So what’s the occasion?” I ask, leaning back against the mailboxes.

“It’s kind of a bittersweet one.” He admits, shifting his weight, “We were supposed to head over to Abby’s sister’s house for the weekend but I was told at noon that I had to stay late and wouldn’t be able to leave when we were supposed to. Abby was pissed and decided that she’d take Miguel by herself and that I could meet them when it was convenient for me.”

Nico gives me that look that even he’s surprised at how freely he opened up to someone he barely knew. But being new to this town, I had a sense that he probably doesn’t have many people around that he’s close to. I put a hand on his shoulder, trying to be nice, but not daring to overstep.

“That’s rough man. But all couples fight, I guess.” He nods, “How come you’re not on your way now?”

He shrugs, “It’s a three hour drive so I wouldn’t get there until midnight when everyone would be asleep. Plus, I think Abby just needs to cool down before I try and talk to her again.”

“Makes sense” I say, really having no idea on the ins and outs of relationships. “Can’t say I have much experience with pissed off girlfriends.” I start off, getting a laugh from him. “But I do know that it’s best to let things settle before you try and resolve them.”

“Amen to that.” Nico said, giving me a smile. He starts walking up the stairs but turns back to me, “Say, do you wanna come up for a little bit? I really can’t finish either of these by myself.” He said, lifting up the boxes of pizza and beer.

“Are adana escort you sure?”

Nico nodded yes and gave me a kind smile, “Yeah”

I shrugged my shoulders, wanting to see where this leads, “Alright, yeah I’ll come over.”

Nico led us up the stairs and into his apartment. I stayed close behind, like I was being given a tour into his world. Yet, the place seemed like he didn’t have much input. Nico was a typical guy’s guy- stripping off the jacket I assumed his wife picked out for him and setting it aside along with the typical meat lover’s pizza and beer. I looked around, seeing what I pictured a girl’s Pinterest board would look like.

“Nice place.” I said, remembering my manners.

“Thanks.” He said as he popped into the kitchen. He shouted out, “I can’t say I had much to do with decorating it.” He came back with two places and some coasters for the beer that he set on the wooden coffee table. “I didn’t even have a matching set of plates before Abby and I moved in together.”

“Can’t say that I do, either.” I admitted, thinking about all the mismatched stuff I’d accumulated from Target.

Nico handed me a beer as I helped myself to some pizza. “Are you even old enough to drink?” He asked, only half concerned.

“Nah, I’m not.” I replied, not feeling the need to lie. Nico paused for a half second then shrugged his shoulders and undid the cap anyway. We clanked our bottles together and took two big sips.

Nico turned to me, “Look I wanted to apologize for getting in your business the last time- it really wasn’t my place.” He softened his look, “But thank you anyway. It hasn’t been easy with the new baby and all, so I appreciate you being considerate.”

I nod, “You guys seem nice, so I’m not trying to be one of those rowdy neighbors who’s a pain in the ass.” He thanks me again and takes another long sip of his beer.

Nico’s looking off into the distance, letting the bitter taste settle on his tongue before gulping down. He’s lost in thought- with me visibly seeing his head get intertwined with a million different things going on.

“Has everything been ok?” I ask. At this point, I feel like Nico invited me over because he needed to vent. And really, I meant what I said about them being nice. The last thing I need is an ongoing spat with my neighbors.

“Not really.” Nico says, finishing his beer, He sighs, letting go of that last hesitation as to whether or not he’s going to tell me. “My wife’s stressed because she spends all day taking care of the baby while I’m off busting my ass to make enough for us to live comfortably.” He looks at me, pointing the empty bottle in my direction, “And then we barely get to spend like two hours together before she’s off to bed, exhausted, leaving me to watch the baby”

He sets the bottle down, “And listen to you get pounded six ways to Sunday.”

We laugh for a minute, feeling that frozen lake of tension crack between us. He grunts, “Dude she’s barely even touched my dick since Miguel has been born.”

“Damn that sucks.”

Nico reaches for a second beer as I’m still nursing my first, “How old are you anyway?”

“20” I reply.

He chuckles, “Shit I’m only five years older than you. Life comes at you quick.”

I laugh with him before we both fall into silence. I look forward, seeing that family photo of them up on the wall. It’s one of those pictures that look perfect until you really examine it. I see Nico, smiling but definitely uptight. Right now, he’s rolled up his sleeves and is leaning back into the couch drinking a beer with his feet up. It’s like this is how he really is and finally gets to be.

Nico leans in and I catch his hazel eyes digging into me. In a slow, but determined move, he brings his hands up to my face and pulls me into a kiss. It’s not powerful like Kareem’s or playful like Reese- his is passionate and strong.

I pull off him, giving us some space. He seems surprised at this as he shakes his head, “Shit. Did I read this wrong? Fuck I’m sorry.” He says, inching his way back.

“No it’s okay.” I said, still tasting his lips on mine, “Was just surprised is all. You’re- you’re married.”

“I know” He says, still holding onto my collar, “But fuck, it felt good to be kissed like that again. It’s been so long.”

Only two beers in, Nico is still very much coherent- not slurring his words or making any indication that he’s being taken advantage of. “Are you sure?” I ask, still needing a yes.

“I am.”He replies, fondling the fabric of my collar just waiting for my response.

I lean into him, granting him another kiss and entrance into my mouth. Nico holds my face and I can feel that metal ring on his finger as it brushes against my skin. He’s hungry- like a man who hasn’t been intimate in a while and needs to let loose. We’re both turned to each other, making out as the AC in the apartment seemingly goes out as the two of us build up heat.

Nico pulls away to rip off my shirt, followed by his. adana escort bayan He has a light tan that runs all over his body like a boy who spends a lot of time outdoors. He reaches for my nipples and gives them a gentle twist.

“Disappointed?” I tease, knowing it’s not exactly the type of chest he’s used to.

He leans in and latches onto my nipple with his teeth. He gently bites down, swirling his tongue around the hardened nub. “Not at all.”

I pull him back up, needing more of his mouth. Nico continues to kiss me until his mouth no longer tastes like beer, only him. I undo the button of my pants as he slips a finger into my mouth. I bite down a bit, playing with him as he continues to stroke my face with his other hand. Then, I latch onto his ring finger, sucking it down to the knuckle and swirling my tongue all over the metal ring. I wrap my lips around it, pulling it off with my mouth and presenting it on my tongue. Nico’s eyes grow wide when he sees what I’ve done, but he doesn’t stop me. He reaches into my pants, stroking me a little. I take the ring from my mouth and place it on my own finger, proudly displaying it as he pulls me close.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, feeling the piece of metal as we brush our hands together.

I give him an excited nod, not really sure where this side of me came from. Unlike some gay dudes, I don’t often prey on straight guys in hopes of being the one that turns them. Similarly, married guys are off the table. But Nico seems to be the exception to both- and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into him.

“Do you do this a lot?”

“Cheat on my wife?” He asks.

I shake my head, “Have sex with dudes.”

Nico pulls my pants down to my ankles then plays with my bulge through my briefs. “No to both questions.” He undoes his own pants until the two of us are sitting there, barely covered up. “We used to have sex all the time until she got pregnant. Even after she gave birth, I had to settle for watching porn and jerking off.”

I reach down and feel Nico’s hard cock on his boxers. Just my touch alone has him throbbing- like it’s the first time it’s felt a hand other than his. “It’s like being a teenager all over again.”

He guides my hand over to the waistband and I slip inside. Nico leans into my ear, “Except I was getting laid all the time back then.” He gives me a taste of that killer smile and it doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s not exaggerating. I silence that little voice in my head that says what we’re doing is wrong and instead, choose the notion that I’m just helping a friend in need.

Nico strips off his shirt, exposing that beautifully tanned skin hidden underneath his business casual outfit. He’s beefy, with all of his muscles protruding in his short frame. It’s here that I realize how hot he is- giving all the other guys i hook up with a run for their money. He lets me stare at him for a minute, even posing as I do. Nico must like being the center of attention again.

He hooks a finger in my waistband and pulls me close, kissing on my neck. “So you wanna play house with me? Call you over whenever my wife can’t meet my needs?” He asks, sucking on my skin and sure to leave a mark.

“Fuck yes” I say, feeling his hand on my own cock. “How long has it been since you fucked her?”

He sinks his teeth into my neck before kissing it and pulling off. Nico presses his forehead into mine, staring into my eyes.

“About four months.” He says, like a predator seeking out his first kill, “So, I really need to put my load in someone.”

I hear my breath hitch as he tells me this. He takes my hand and brings it up to his mouth. I watch as Nico kisses his own ring on my finger, lightly pressing the metal down as a reminder.

“Come fuck me in your bed.” I say, kissing him. “Breed me like you need to.”

Nico grabs me by the hand, and leads me into the bedroom. We nearly trip over some of his kid’s toys along the way before he pushes me onto the large king sized bed. It’s incredibly soft and comfortable, telling me that Abby must have picked it out. He jumps on top of me, putting his full weight on my body. I wrap my arms and legs around him as we kiss- not being afraid to give him as much attention as he needs. Unlike some of the other guys, he doesn’t tease me- not one to deny himself of this opportunity. He touches me almost like he knows it may be a while until he gets to do this again.

“Why don’t you let me suck that big dick?” I ask, holding onto his face.

He gives me that cocky grin and turns over to rest on the bed. Before I can even move myself down, he reaches over to the nightstand and faces yet another picture of him and Abby down. Somehow that turns me on even more, and so I sink down his crotch and inhale his musk. I move down to his balls, taking each one in my mouth and giving it a thorough washing with my tongue. I’ve learned to really work a dude’s balls in order to coax the biggest loads I can get from them. Girls never picked escort adana up on this trick, a fact made known as Nico pets me the entire time as I lovingly suck on his nuts. This brings his cock to life, standing straight up and resting on my forehead. Nico’s thicker than most of the guys I’ve been with, second only to Daddy. He’s not quite as long as Kareem or Reese, but I just know his girth will make up for it.

I grab Nico’s cock by the base of his pubes, feeling that thick piece of meat in my hand. Nico’s uncut as suspected, and absolutely leaking so much precum out of that uncut tip. I press it against my pouted lips like I’m applying chapstick which makes Nico chuckle. His juices are sweet, and with a cock like this, it’s a damn shame that his wife doesn’t appreciate it as much as I do. I press on his cockhead just underneath the slit and slowly pull down his skin like I’m unwrapping a candy bar. I get an idea as I do this- wanting to pull out a party trick I know Nico will love. I angle my mouth towards his cock and push down, thankfully feeling no resistance as I take him fully down my throat. Nico presses his hands into my shoulders, nearly pushing me from what I assume is a sensation he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Holy fuck, Gavin. Give a guy a warning next time.” He says, catching his breath as I pull off his dick with a pop. I managed to get it all the way down my throat; his head and foreskin ledged deep in me.

I sloppily kiss on the shaft, coating it with more spit as I reply, “I just figured it had probably been a while since you had that done to you.”

Nico pulls me by my shoulders, sitting me square on his lap with his cock pressed into my ass. He kisses me playfully and grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb against his ring I’m wearing.

“You’re such a good little homewrecker, you know that?”

I blush a bit, reveling in how wrong all of this is. But instead, I choose to play along with this game we’d started, determined to see it through. I go back down, slurping on his big dick while kneading his balls with my fingers.

“Do I suck this better than she does?”

“You do.” He says, running his fingers through my hair and rubbing my cheeks. “She’s never been able to take all of it-” he gives me a wicked grin “either down her throat or her pussy.”

“Is that right?” I ask, throating it once more.

He nods with a moan as he pulls me up once more. “You’re trouble, Gavin. My dirty little secret right next door.” I kiss him on the lips, letting my tongue slip inside and taste him.

“I plan on using you even when she gets back.” Nico reaches down to cup my ass. “This definitely won’t be the last time I get to play with this.”

I kiss him back, biting down on his bottom lip as I pull away. He’s admitted that it’s been a while since he had sex, so I’m determined to get that first load out of him and treat him like the king he is.

I reach back and press his cock into my ass and feel him grinding into me like a boy who just wants to be let in. He’s flicking my nipples at the same time, looking up at me with so much lust. I swear I can lose myself in his eyes- those deep hazels that give boys like me false promises of stability and relationships. I know that this isn’t what we are- but Nico still gives me the promise that we’ll continue this along even when she comes back.

Nico holds me with one arm while reaching over to the nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. He’d nearly emptied the drawer’s contents to find it- being buried deep underneath books and other stuff I assume belonged to him and where his wife wouldn’t find it. He lubes himself up and rubs the cool gel on my hole. Once he’s done, he moves his hands to rest on my waist. I push myself down, feeling that wet tip slip past my pucker. I continue to let my body fall, feeling his thick shaft stretch me out in the process.

“Fuck, you’re thick, Nico.” I say, breathing out to relax myself.

“And you’re tight as hell, baby.” He says, looking up at me with a smile.

He takes my hands, holding them tight as I start to bounce on his dick. My hole is still getting used to his girth- a fact that stays painted on my face. Nico enjoys this, feeding his macho ego that even the most experienced of bottoms has trouble taking him. Still, I’m determined to take it all. I bounce some more, feeling it slowly inch into me with every thrust. I’m thankful that we’re the only two tenants on this floor because there’s no way I can do this quietly. His apartment is filled with my moans and grunts as I take more of him in me.

Feeling like I’m ready, I dig my ankles underneath his thighs, anchoring me in place. I sat down, taking him in fully until his wild pubes brush against my ass. My mouth opens, letting out a series of hard breaths as I feel that thick cock press against my walls.

“Holy shit.” I yell out, trying to get used to his size.

Nico lovingly pulls my face into his. He’s caressing my face and rubbing at my back, planting a series of kisses along my cheeks. “You did it baby. You’re the first one to take all of it!”

I beamed hard, feeling quite proud of myself as our hands interlocked. I bounced up, moving my hips and using his cock to loosen up my hole. These motions shook the entire bed as Nico held me still. Ready for more, I lifted myself up into a squat while still holding hands.

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Chapter 2: Coming to America

We many of you know of my little trip to Mexico. I hope you remember the lovely Anna. Well I had hoped to somehow get her to America. Anna and I had keep in close contact, for the few weeks between our first meeting and my driving down to San Diego to try and figure a way to get her across the boarder.

After hours and hours of waiting I got the phone call, in the motel room I had rented. I had told Anna to call me when she had gotten to the town of Rosarito.

“Hello,…Eric? It’s me Anna.”

“Anna1 I was worried. Is everything okay?”

“Yes I well be at the spot, at 10:00 pm. You will have to transportation ready?”

“Yes I am going to pick up the boat at 8:30pm.”

“Well then I better go and get in position. I love you Eric!”

“I love you too, Anna! I well be there and waiting for you!”

With that the plan was set in motion. At 8:30 pm it was already beginning to get dark, and the boat was gassed and ready. I got in the boat and started off to south of the border. It took about a few hours to go out far enough to not be seen by the Border Patrol. About 9:45 pm I got to the position, and dropped anchor about two hundred yards of the coast of Rosarito. The sea seemed to calm and not too wavy. After dropping anchor I set a spot aimed about four or five feet away from the boat onto the salt water.

After few minutes I heard a slight splashing, and then the words I had wait for the last three weeks.

“Hey! Hey, it’s me!”

There in the water was Anna swimming up to the edge of the boat. I helped her into the boat. She pulled herself into the boat, and up came the anchor and off we went north. Anna set drying off with the towels I had brought. I watched her as she dried her long tan legs, and patted down the crouch of her bikini bottoms. She then reach to her side and pulled the bikini top loose from her tits. In the dark of the night sea, I could see only then yellow cloth of the bikini moving and sliding off her firm thighs.

After a few minutes, Anna came to set next to me as I drove the boat at top speed to get back to the docks. She began to kiss and nibble at my neck sending goose bumps up my spin and set blood to my cock hard and fast! I began to think of all the pleasure we had shared that night in Mexico.

It seemed like forever before we saw the lights of the dock. After tying the boat to the dock and dropping the keys off in the night drop slot. Anna and I made for my car. She had brought no clothes only the sweats I had brought her from home.

Kissed deeply in the car, me feeling her firm tits, and her foundling my rock hard cock. We drove straight up to my home,..our home. It was already morning by the time we finally drove into the drive way of the house. Anna had fallen asleep on the long drive home. I sat for a moment looking at her dark tan skin, even more tan now, after the weeks she had stayed in Rosarito. She slept, very heavily it took quite a bit to wake her be the poor dear had, swum at least two hundred yards out to a boat and had to change in the dark, I could only image the strain it had put on her.

“Anna, ..Anna we’re home.”

Her big brown eyes fluttered open and the bright sun caused her to squint to keep out the full rays of the sun. She and I walked hand in hand to the front door.

“This is your home?”

Anna’s eyes grew huge taking in the whole of the house. It’s was not a big house by any means, but too her is was like a mansion. Anna walked slowly around the living room, timidly touching things as if afraid she would break something.

“No, this is not my house.”

She turned sharply, with a frightened look on her face.

“It is our house Anna. Yours and mine.”

With that Anna came rushing into my arms, and kissing and licking my face and mouth. I smoothed her jet black hair back. Sweeping loose strains out of her face. I told her to make herself at home as I checked to phone message. The same boring things, work, relatives, and tella marketers. Anna timidly looked around the house; the kitchen, the den, and when she found the bedroom, All I heard, was a gleeful giggle of excitement.

I entered the bedroom to find her gazing out the sliding glass doors to the pool area. I quietly crept up behind her, and goosed her butt. She jumped like she was shot. She spun around and began to playfully hit me. After a moment she asked in a shy and devilish voice.

“When can we go get me new clothes?”

The smile trabzon escort on her face and the gleam in her eye told me she was willing to do a lot for the new clothes. Slowly she lowed herself to the soft carpeted floor and knelt before me. She smiled as she reached up and unbuttoned my jeans. Licking her lips she slowly unzipped them jeans and let them fall to the floor. I had chosen not to wear drawers this day thankfully. The look of surprise on her face said that she had missed me as much as I had missed her.

“Here take off your clothes Eric. And let’s get on the bed.”

I quickly jerked off my shoes and shirt. Happily jumping on the bed watching Anna, slowly pulling the sweat shirt up and over her head. Her tits showed defined tan lines, small triangles framing the deep dark brown nipples, like small mounds of brown sugar. She smiled see the full on erection, I was slowly rubbing.

“Stop that now. I’ll be there with something far better then a hand to wrap around that big hard cock Poppi!”

Anna turned away from me and slowly bent over as she pulled down the old sweat pants I had brought her to wear. As she pulled them down I could she must have be tan somewhere very private for the thong lines were as defined as the ones up above. And that’s when I saw the sack of nuts, I had only a few weeks ago, gently fondled as I had fuck her butt on last time before heading back to the ship.

“So you like my body still?”

The why she asked and the way she looked over her shoulder batting her eyes. Made me speechless, all I could do was nod my head, dumfounded by the hot latina body before me. She turn to reveal a semi erect cock only slightly darker then the skin around in, much like her nipples. The area surrounding her cock, was cleanly marked with tan lines as well.

Slowly she climbed onto the foot of the bed and began to lick at my balls, and cock. My eyes rolled back into my head, as I felt the warmth of her mouth once again surrounding , my swollen cock. Finally regaining my voice, I asked, in between the heavy breathing come from me, and the tan.

“So where did you tan in such a small thong? bet you had a hell of a time keep that dick of yours from falling out.”

Anna left her head and looked at me as she continued to engulf my cock. After a second or two she began to lick the shaft, and explain the new tan lines.

“The weeks after you left, I keep on gettin’ pimped out by Carlos. I hope you don’t mind, but I want us to tell the truth to one another. Anyways, I rented a small room, above the bar we meet in and used the little room in the back, for tricks. Well the room I rented above the bar had a opening that led to the roof of the building no one went up there, so while I waited for you to figure out how to get me here I laid out during the day, and worked of a night.”

God the thought of Anna getting fucking by other guys, made my cock start to jerk. Anna noticed right away. And went back to sucking it lovingly. Deep throating me as I gasped out my answer to question, of did I mind.

“How many…many gu..guys did you fuck?”

“I fucked about 100, give or take. And sucked off about 50 or uh hundred. Does that make you mad?”

I thought of all the cum she had had on her face and firm tits. All the cum that been in her ass. It made me want to see her with them, sucking and licking maybe two or three at a time. My mind raced, as I began to grab her head and force my cock further into her throat.

“No baby! I think I am going to cum in your throat, think about all the guys fucking you. All the cum in your ass. I bet your shit cum for days. When was the last guy?”

I released Anna’ head and she moved up next to me. We lay facing each other only a few inches apart. Anna’s cock had become rock hard too and for the first time I was able to see it clearly. She still had for skin hiding the head of her cock.

“No! No! No cumming yet, Poppi. As for all the cum but my ass I made most of them use rubbers, the ones that didn’t I made them pay me more, only about 25 or 30 came on ass hole. Does that make you want to fuck me even more Poppi?”

I nodded as she spit on her hand and began to pull on my cock gently. I too lubed up my hand and reached down to grab hold of her cock. It felt fuller, bigger then I had remembered.

” Hmmmmm, let me think the last guy? The last one that fucked me. Or that I sucked off?”

“Both! I want details, Anna! I am so fucking horny! escort trabzon Let me fuck you in the butt while you tell me!!”

Anna giggled and shook her head.

“No wait a minute, let’s work you up and get you REAL HORNY!”

With that she climbed up on my lap. I was hoping she’d set on my cock facing me, telling me all her dirty fuck stories. But instead sat just below it. It looked as if one of us had two hard cock sticking out. I continued, stroking her as she began her first story.

“Well the last guys I was with I fucked, so we’ll save that for second. I last guy I sucked was the day before I headed to Rosarito. He was a black dude. Hung!”

The precum began to leak from my cock and Anna’s.

“His name was Malcolm, he said he just needed a quick get off. I guess he was head off to another town. Carlos got $35.00 out of him and he told me the black guy outside was waiting for a blow. So I went outside and found him. I am he’s name that’s when he told me just call him Malcolm. I led down the alley to go to the back and he stopped about twenty feet from the street, almost to the back alley, and said he didn’t have time here would do. He unzipped his panted and whipped out a huge black cock, it was still a little limp so I dropped to my knees and started licking his long…black shaft, and kissing on the head. His balls were still inside his jeans.”

As Anna told me of this last blow job, I began to think of how I could get a guy to do this again to her in front of me.

“After he was good…and HARD! I began to suck him in. I could only get about 3/4, his dick in me. And you know how I can deep throat. Well after I had him in as far as I could, and I had almost nine or ten inches in me, he grab my head and started fuck my mouth! Shoving his cock further and further in me. I was starting to gag when I felt his hot cum shoot down my throat. I pulled off and he told me he was going to finish on “my fuckin’ Mexican slut face. And God did he!!”

With that I couldn’t take anymore I was about to cum.

“Anna, pleassse!! Let me fuck you! Please!”

Anna smiled and licked her lips. She climbed off but didn’t assume the position I had hoped, doggie style. Instead she sat next to still stroking me, and said in a devilish voice.

“You want me?”

I nodded with anticipation.

“Beg me. Make me believe you want this ass hole!”

With that she got on her all fours. And presented herself too me. Teasing me with a sweet little A hole. I lend forward and inhaled the smell. Licking at her ass hole and shack hang like a set of bowling balls.

“Anna please baby, let me fuck you, and we can go later and get you some new clothes!”

I hoped that would do it but she pulled away, as I tried to stick my tongue in her A hole.

“Can I have nighties too? And a new bath suit?”

I would have bought out Victoria Secrets, for a chance to get up in her now. I nodded hungrily. I lend over to the night stand to get the lube and Anna stopped me.

“I don’t need lube anymore. My ass is loose like a fucked pussy! Get up here in me so I can tell you the last guy I fucked!”

With that I jump up on my knees and positioned myself to go in. I spit a little on my hand to rubbed my cock before pointing the head of it at her ass hole. I pushed only a little, and her ass hole swallowed up cock up, like she relaxed her butt hole sooo much, it just guided in. It was still warm and tight, not as tight as I had remember but still nothing like some of the pussies I had been with in the past. I began to pump, and Anna began the finally tales, of her last day as a hooker.

“Well you remember when I called you at the motel. Well I had just finished off with this guy.”

Now that was a shock. I had know she had gotten to Rosarito, only the day before, had she found a pimp to get her a trick that quick. I continued to listen, pumping, knowing I was close. I lend forward and reached around for Anna’s hard cock, she too had precum leaking.

“Well I had got to Rosarito the day before and I thought I could just sleep at the bus station, but the station attendee, said too move on. So I had to use what I had left, of the money I had to get room. Well the next day I knew I needed to get to the beach but I was sooo hunger, I went to the taco stand and just hung around hoping that someone would not eat all their food. Well this Mexican guy, was watching me and he must have known I was hunger. trabzon escort bayan Well he motioned me over to where he was standing, and in Spanish asked if I was hunger. I told him yes, and I was willing to work for it. With that he, told me to follow him. I followed him to the back of the taco stand to the bathrooms. He pointed to the door and I went in. It was smelly like piss, and shit was smeared on the wall. I told him I needed food and some change to make a call. I nodded and I pulled down my drawers. The bathroom was dark and the angle he was at he did see my cock. I bent over and grab the filthy toilet seat and told him to put on a rubber and I’d guide it in. He said, “Fuck you bitch, I ain’t got no rubber.” and started to move forward, well I was so hunger I grabbed his cock, and guided it in. It was about as big as mine. He started pumping, and called me dirty things, like fuckin slut, bitch, cocksucker.”

As Anna continued the story I began to think, she called me only minutes later, and didn’t have time to take a shower or clean up. At that moment I realized my cock was mixing it up with this guy cum. I began to feel the excitement coming over Anna as she relived her fuck. Her cock began to jerk and quiver, and cum shot forth, on the bed, on my hand everywhere, Anna quiver and looked back. I pulled my hand up to my face and smelled the salty aroma, of her cum, She’s seemed really horny, watching me smell her cum. Then for the first time in my life I stuck out my tongue and let it touch her cum. The taste, was familiar, yet different. I had tasted my own cum before in small amount, but this cum tasted exotic, foreign. Anna marveled that I cared about her sooo much as to share her body fluids.

“Ohhh, Poppi! That is so sexy!! How do you like? You wanta cum in butt like the fucker who loosened me up for you!”

I nodded as I began to taste more of her cum.

“Well he was going at it and then all of a sudden I felt his hot cum shot in butt. I even shot a load myself, feeling the ruff way he was fucking me. He pulled out and told me I was a good bitch with a loose hole. I pulled my panties, up and asked for my money. He dropped some money on the floor of the bathroom into the piss, and other liquids, on the floor. It was mainly change and I told him, “Hey I want money for food.” He laughed and said, “You want money for food, you think you can handle another fuck!?!” I thought for a minute and thought yeah why not. But then I thought and told him, “I want the money up front.” He reached in his pocket again and pulled a dirty wadded up dollar bill. Waving it at me he said this was enough for food. I started to stand up and turn around again for a fuckin, but he said no just get no my knees. I knelt feeling the piss on the floor all over my knees, his cock was still out and cum still leaked a little. I took a lick of it his cum tasted bitter, it being mixed with my own shit. But I just closed my eyes, and started blowing, deep throating to get it over as fast as I could. It took only a few licks and sucks to get it hard again after about five minutes his rock hard cock shot a little load on my face. He turned and walked out as I stood and tried to clean up.”

As Anna said those final word of “he shot a little load on my face.” I came hard in her, she even quivered a bit feeling the impact of my shoving and the hot load of cum mixing with the other guys.

I pulled out and laid down on the bed, Anna smiled and moved into a 69 position. Her cock as well as mine own, was only semi hard, but she gobbled mine down, and I looked at her’s. Cum still leaked from the wrinkled for skin. I gentle took her cock and slowly pulled back the for skin, the head of her cock, was beat red, and still had cum, around the bottom of the head. I kiss it gently getting some the cum on my lips. Anna sucked all the harder when she felt the little kisses on her dick. I told myself that I love Anna, and that she has already came so it wasn’t like she was going to shot a load in me. I bashfully opened my mouth and inserted her dick in it. The taste was like the cum only more so coming right from the fountain. As soon as I left the semi hard cock in mouth I knew I have to blow Anna full on someday soon. Anna’s cock as well as my own began to harden. The feeling of a hard cock gently rocking into and out of my mouth, sent me back to the days of being a baby like suck on a bottle.

We lay there lick and suck talking, about the feelings she was feeling. After a good half, neither of us cumming again, but getting plenty of precum on both ends, we showered and dress to go shopping. She wore a pair of my old jean and a t-shirt with no bra, and I dressed causal as well. It was only about 1:30pm when we headed out to do some shopping.

Well let me tell you we still had a big day ahead of us, and plenty of energy to get it done.

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The first time I actually met Adriana, I picked her up outside her condo building to take her to dinner. I’m a pretty confident guy but I admit I had butterflies this time. For starters, she was a 42 year old recently separated mother of two teenage girls; she had a career, owned a home and I naturally felt the pressure. Especially since I was just 22 at the time.

I had dated older women before in college but 33 was the standing record. The 20 year age gap was… something. I come from a traditional household and my feelings were like a cocktail recipe – 2 parts fantasy, 1 part confusion, 1 part taboo and a splash of primal urge. Shake well over reality and that was my mental state while I waited at the door.

Adriana came out wearing the perfect pair of jeans and a blouse donning a tasteful amount of cleavage. Considering how endowed she was, even tasteful cleavage was a mouthful in this case. Here hair was straight jet black with eyes to match and blushed through her tanned cheeks as she softly said, “Hi, Jake.” Even her 3″ heels were only able to bring her to about 5’5″. I was a college hockey player and my athletic 6 foot frame made her look all the more petite. I led her to the car and we were on our way.

I’m not proud of it but we had originally met online. No, not Tinder or any of the other low-rent apps but a solid subscription based service that was geared towards dating as opposed to simply hooking up. So naturally my expectations were honorable. We were a couple of adults going on a first date, nothing more.

The restaurant was highly rated with a small intimate layout. We were seated by the chef himself and had drinks in our hands moments later. She was intensely pretty. Dark expressive eyes, curvy in all the right places and incredibly sweet to boot. The conversation was natural and unforced. We covered a lot of ground and got to know and like each other quite well in a short amount of time.

However, even great conversation couldn’t completely get my mind off of how sexy she was. Adriana was old enough to be my mother and yet young enough to carry my children, something entirely new for me and my level of attraction for her was reaching an alarming height. But how did she feel towards me? She was clear about wanting a relationship and, while I was more than willing to give it to her, I was about to graduate from college; what could I offer a grown woman with two kids?

Still. The connection was there, all the same.

We stepped out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk holding hands. I looked down at her big brown eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. She held me tight and kissed me back hard leaving us lip-locked on the sidewalk for what felt like five minutes. We got in the car and, before I could turn the engine over, we were making out.

“I really like you, Jake…” she said panting. Her hands were on my chest, gracefully slipping under the opening of my striped dress shirt.

“I really like you too.” I replied. We made out passionately for quite a while longer. Her body felt amazing. “Where do you want to go?” I asked.

Adriana didn’t immediately reply. Instead moved her hand from my stomach and over my jeans. When her hand grazed over my erection, she took a deep breath. “My kids are home,” she whispered.

“Well,” I thought for a moment, not wanting to suggest my lame college apartment and mood killing roommates. “What about a hotel?”

“Mmmm…” she moaned in the affirmative. After we made yalova escort out for a little while longer, she asked “Are me moving too fast? I like you a lot and I don’t want to spoil things…”

“I feel the same way. I don’t think we should.”

On the way up to our room, we held hands staring silently into our reflection on the elevator door. It was a moment to reflect on what had just happened and what was coming next. We stepped off the elevator without regret and, moments later, there we were. Alone in our room.

She sat on the bed waiting for me. Upon reaching her, she pulled me into a long, slow kiss. The next kiss was shorter and the third was shorter still. Each kiss faster and faster until we were in our underwear – me in blue boxer briefs, her in black lace. We kissed deeply one more time. “You’re so sexy…” she whispered before getting on her knees and removing my cock from my underwear. Fully erect, it popped out from the tight garment dramatically. She moved closer staring longingly into my eyes. She kissed my chest lightly as her fingers ran down the bare shaft then wrapped around it as her kisses moved down to my stomach. By the time her mouth made it to my cock, her tiny hands were gently massaging my sac. I felt the warm embrace of her mouth as it took me inside. Adriana moaned quietly as she pleasured my now pulsating penis. I breathed heavily while trying not to orgasm. After nearly two minutes I, out of fear of climaxing too early, carefully moved her head off of it and bent over to kiss her.

Grabbing her by her lush ass, I lifted her up and onto the bed. Breathing hard and deep, she sat up and unclasped her bra. Her voluptuous D’s said hello with two throbbing hard nipples pointed at me like a pair of pistols. I stared into her eyes and, without breaking eye contact, ran my fingers up her thigh and caressed her vagina through her saturated panties. I pulled her butt to the edge of the bed, removed the black lace off and got on my knees. Her pussy was as wet as I’ve ever seen. The froth was thick, rich and metallic in flavor. Her clitoris, as small as it was, was swollen and sensitive – I felt her thighs tighten around my head as my tongue parted her lips.

When I got back to my feet, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Shit…” I said.

“What is it??” she asked, sitting up.

“I forgot to get condoms.” I said, completely embarrassed. Though, in my defense, I wasn’t expecting this on the first date.

“Oh…” she replied. She kissed me deeply and pulled me back onto the bed.

“I really want to be inside you…” I said softly.

Adriana bit my ear and said, “you can pull out…”

As she led me into her, the tightness of her vagina nearly made me melt and, with her wet arousal overpowering the tightness, my cock slid inside effortlessly. Immediately after the head of my cock pressed into her cervix, reality took me by surprise. This was really happening.

Her body was fully stimulated but relaxed at the same time. Her breasts rocked atop her chest as I thrust myself into her firmly and tenderly. With one muscular arm propping me up, I ran my hand through her hair and raised her head to mine until our lips locked. She squeezed my pecks while we took in the feeling of my tongue and cock inside her simultaneously. A powerful wave of euphoria beamed through me as I realized what truly making love felt like: this.

I felt like I was losing my virginity escort yalova for a second time. That awkward, exciting feeling where you can’t believe this girl, is not only okay with it but, so clearly wants you inside her most intimate place. The place she not only has to remove all of her clothes to reveal but has to part her legs to present. Only she wasn’t a girl; she was a woman. Adriana was twice my age and, when she panted for me to go “deeper”, the tight embrace of her body and the firm wall of her cervix was just the confirmation my brain needed to know that age was no barrier that night. It was real, it was exciting, it was risky and it was so, so beautiful.

I kissed her neck. She kissed my chest. I squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples. She clenched my ass and nibbled on my ear. “Jake…” she gasped. Her body trembled as she began to orgasm, her vagina splashing wet onto everything below our waists. She pulled me in for a deep kiss as her legs wrapped tightly around me pulling me deeper into her. Her entire body tightened as she let out a whimper causing me to climax in turn. I forgot how to breath as the air from my lungs and seed from my penis escaped in a powerful blast. “Jake!” she gasped again as he held me tighter with each throb of my cock shooting more and more.

After the longest orgasm of my life began to subside, I rested my body on top of hers in a moment of total exhaustion. Adriana laid speechless catching her breath – her hands gripping the sheets and legs wrapped around my hips, unwilling to let go.

A couple minutes went by before either of us moved.

Adriana kissed me gently on the lips before releasing me from between her thighs.

“I’m so sorry…” she said, “I should have let you pull out.”

“I should have told you that I was close.” I replied.

I got up to my knees on the bed and rested my body weight on my thighs. Adriana sat up on her elbows and looked at me nervously while biting her lower lip, her legs still spread. I looked on in post-orgasmic faintness at her beautiful, voluptuous, 42 year old body: her hair askew, her skin glowing, her body vibrating. The sheets under her butt were drenched, her thighs and vagina glistening in fluid. She reached between them to feel an absurd amount of white ooze from between her labia and down her crack before looking back at me with big, nervous eyes.

“I’m so sorry…” she said again. “I didn’t want to let go.”

“It’s okay, really.” I replied, unsure if I would have been able to stop if given the opportunity. “Are you on birth control?”

“No…” she said in an embarrassed tone. “Should we get Plan B?”

“Should we?”

“I mean…” She reached down again, this time cupping herself. “I’m really fertile.”

“What did you mean by that?” I asked as my heartrate elevated.

“Like I get pregnant really easily.” She said nervously.

“How easily?” My cock was hard again. In an unforeseen turn of events, talking pregnancy with an older woman in relation to my young semen was strangely and overwhelmingly arousing.

“Like,” she started, seeing my cock grow harder, “you probably just got me pregnant.” I leaned in and kissed her – she breathed heavily as she kissed me back. “I really like you,” she continued, “I’m sorry if this ruins everything.” I ran my hand down her cheek to her breast, down to her stomach and between her thighs; it was a crime scene. “You came so much…” yalova escort bayan We shared a long and intimate kiss while I fingered her sticky clitoris. Scared and unsure of what was happening, she asked, “What do you want to do?”

I rolled her onto her stomach and reentered her bare. She panted as I penetrated her deeply, the way you only can from behind. She looked back at me and pulled me into another kiss. As our lips separated, I pulled my body back. I gripped her wrist with one hand and her hip with the other and made love to Adriana for the second time.

I stared down at Adriana. The sweet, adorable mother of two from dinner earlier was completely naked. Her fertile body was unprotected and my young cock wanted her that way. Despite the fact that, when she was 20, I was just being born – or that my own mother was two years older than her – or maybe even because of that – one thing was certain; the whole of my virility was experiencing its deepest desire and I was actively drowning out the voice in my head that kept asking ‘what would your family say when you bring home a pregnant 42 year old girlfriend?’

“Cum inside me, Jake…” she said in orgasm. “I want you so bad…”

I woke up to the sun on my face the next morning. My skin was sticky from sweat and my penis felt raw. Adriana’s breasts were pressed up against my ribcage – her leg resting over mine with her vagina on my thigh. I could feel everything I so passionately injected into her that night slowly seeping out. I felt exhausted.

She caressed my chest as she tilted her head back to meet mine. She kissed me softly. “Good morning, my love,” she said with a smile.

“Good morning.” I replied groggily. “How many times was that?”

“Seven!” her face was glowing. I had to kiss her again. Then again. “So,” she whispered. “We should probably go to Walgreens, right? For the pill?”

“I think so.” I replied. As exhilarating as the night was, it was pretty reckless.

“I still want to be with you though…” she said softly.

“So do I.” I said. It wasn’t a lie but I didn’t know how to tell her how poorly our relationship would be received by my friends and family.

“Good.” She said as she kissed me again. “Because I’m falling for you.”

After making love to my new secret, (much) older girlfriend one more time, we were in my car heading to the drug store. Our clothes from the night before still looked more than presentable having only been worn for a couple of hours. I looked over at Adriana who, still coming down from an overstimulating 12 hours, was giving herself the once-over in the flip-down mirror.

“Jeez.” She mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She replied. “I just look like I was up to no good.”

“You and me both.” Her blouse was unbuttoned one step lower than the night before and somehow made her breasts look even larger.

“It’s weird.” She said.

“What is?”

“Thinking I could be pregnant right now.”

“I know exactly how you feel.” I replied as we continued down the street. She promptly rushed in for a kiss.

“I’m not sure you do.” She pulled my hand of the stick shift and put it on her stomach. “It felt right last night.”

“It felt amazing.” I said trying not to commit to anything too soon. “We’re so far apart in age though…”

“Age is just a number.” She quickly replied.

“And those numbers are 22 and 42.”

“And yet here we are…” she said as we pulled into the drug store parking lot. “About to go in holding hands and ask the pharmacist of the morning after pill.” We kissed a little while longer before meeting each other eye to eye once again.

“Are we going in?” I asked.

“Soon.” She put my hand on her stomach one more time. “I just want to enjoy this for a little while longer.”

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A quick backstory, I am an 21 year old college kid, about 5 foot 6, who just recently joined a gym to try and overcome my smaller frame and slim feminine body. I have a secret love for wearing women’s clothes, especially lingerie under my male clothes as much as possible. I have no issues with getting women, the occasional hook up and girlfriend from time to time, but nothing serious.

Now fast-forward to the day that would change my life as I knew it.

I was a guy that would always fantasize about these crazy scenarios where I am discovered by strangers and they take control of me sexually from there. But that’s all that they were, fantasies, as I would never act on them because I was way too afraid. Still, I would wear lingerie to class, when hanging out with friends, and while doing other things in life.

On my first day going to the gym I decided to skip wearing panties that day because it was a new place for me and I didn’t know how it was going to go. Now this being the first time in my life I was seriously starting to work out, I assumed all those locker room stereotypes weren’t true. Sure enough, there are plenty of men that walk around with no clothes on whatsoever, everything on full display for everyone.

Trying to focus I walked to a locker, sat down and put all my attention to not looking at all the naked muscular men around me. That day went perfectly fine, I figured out how to use the equipment and I finished my workout in about 2 hours. I showered and went home for the night.

The next day I was in class and brought my gym bag with me so I could go on my way home. When class was over I drove to the gym and was ready for day two. After swiping my card and saying my hello to the front desk worker I made my way to the locker room. Once I walked in it struck me that I was wearing a yellow lace thong and a matching yellow sports bra under my guy clothes. My heart sank as I tried to figure out a way to work around this.

Since it was 6 o’clock the locker room was extremely crowded but I figured I could change without anyone noticing. I get to my locker and with the few people around me looking the other way I quickly drop my pants and pull my shirt down to cover up what I could. I then grab my workout shorts and pull them up as fast as I can, heart racing fast. As for the bra I had no way I could do this so I figured I could just work out in the shirt was wearing and keep the bra on.

My first hour went perfectly, always making sure the straps weren’t in view and my shirt never rode up. When I was just getting done on a bicep machine, the front desk employee, who was about 6 foot 4 and clearly worked out here a lot and helped me sign up, came over and wanted to say he saw what I was balıkesir escort doing and to keep up the good work. While doing this he gave me a pat on the back and at that moment my face went bright red and we didn’t quite know what to say.

I stammered, all I could say was, “I uh uh uh I uhm.”

He interrupted me and said, “No worries I got you girl,” and walked away.

Girl? I could hardly even finish my workout I was shaking so much and decided to head to the showers. I took a shower while doing my best to hide the fact my underwear was lingerie and put my male clothes back on top of my thong and bra and went to leave the gym, which after I took my time was pretty empty because it was a weekday night.

On my way out I had to walk by the front desk again. As I did he spoke up and said, “Ma’am.” I kept walking thinking nothing of it, when he said it louder, “MA’AM!” Startled, I turned around and he motioned for me to come see him. I don’t know why I went over there but I did.

“We got some complaints that you were hanging out in the wrong locker room ma’am. Did you go in the men’s locker room today?”

Puzzled but starting to catch on I said, “Of course I went into the men’s locker room. Just like last time.”

As if he was ready for that answer, he states loudly that, “Men don’t wear bras and panties.”

Shit, how did he know I was wearing panties? “What are you talking about?” I replied confidently.

“Cut the shit. You were wearing a sports bra when you were working out earlier which means a sissy like you is no doubt wearing matching panties too. I can even see the bra outline right now.”

When I looked down and grabbed for my chest, you couldn’t see the outline but I just confirmed that he was right about the bra. My face turned bright red and I was speechless. At this point if I would’ve just walked out I could be done with this whole situation, but something inside me wouldn’t let me leave.

“Exactly. So, show me that you are wearing men’s underwear and prove me wrong. No one is around sissy. If you are wearing men’s underwear you can leave and we can forget this ever happened.”

I just stared back at him, my face turning redder by the second, shaking. I looked around and no one was close enough to hear or see us and it was dark outside with a pretty empty parking lot.

“Shocker. Get back here bitch,” he commanded. He then motions for me to come around the counter. I submit to his command and go around the counter thinking nothing of it.

“On your knees sissy.”

“What? Why?”

He chuckles, “Because I said so. Now down.”

Not wanting to raise a scene I get down and take my gym bag balıkesir escort bayan off my shoulder and now on my knees I am just below counter height.

“Take off the shirt let me see what I felt earlier.”

“Here? Won’t someone see?” I whisper.

“The place is almost empty and you’re under the counter I just need to see what I felt earlier.”

I comply not thinking I had much of a choice, he did have me caught after all. I figured I could just show him and then I would get to leave. I quickly take my shirt off and show him the sports bra. After he laughed at me, he ordered me to show him the matching pair of panties. He already knew I was wearing them so it wasn’t a big deal. I pulled down my sweatpants to my knees so he could see my matching thong clearly. When I looked back up he was sitting on his chair with his shorts around his ankles and his cock starring me in the face.

At this moment I froze. I couldn’t get up because I was in my panties and bra and didn’t want to be exposed to more people so I sat there and just starred at it. My eyes never left his cock, even soft it was 2 inches bigger than mine. Without even noticing my mouth was open in amazement and he let me know.

“You can keep your mouth open sissy. Back up under the counter there and get ready.”

Unbelievably I did exactly as he said, and he backed under the counter and he slid his chair up and trapped me in.

“Hello sir…Thank you…Enjoy your workout.”

He was just talking to another person coming into the gym while I was under the desk in lingerie starring at another man’s cock. I had never done anything like this before but now it seems like I don’t have much of a choice in this matter. Except I did have a choice. I could have left at any time, meaning maybe I subconsciously wanted this to happen.

“Something wrong down there girl? Get to work. You and I both know this is what you want. No straight guy goes around wearing that slutty lingerie and doesn’t want to be fed a big hard cock from a real man. Now beg me for it like a good girl!”

There he goes with calling me a girl again. Sure I was in women’s lingerie and I had some bisexual fantasies but I couldn’t be a girl, could I?

“I…uh…want to suck your cock,” I say in a very quiet tone, almost a whisper.

“That’s not good enough faggot. You don’t get rewarded with this cock until I feel you’ve earned it slave, now beg, and call me sir!”

At this point I don’t know what came over me but I responded with, “Sir please allow me the pleasure of serving you and being your personal cocksucker. I want your cock down my throat and I want to please you the best I can. Nothing would escort balıkesir make me happier than sucking your cock and swallowing your cum right here right now like the slutty sissy I am.”

“Much better sissy, you may begin.”

I reach forward and begin to feel the soft hairless member that was in front of me. It was so smooth and I could feel it pulsating while slowly growing with my strokes.

“You don’t get it sissy you’re a cockSUCKER. Get your mouth to work.”

I kept stroking it watching it grow to 6, 7, and 8 inches not fully hard yet. I was so mesmerized and hypnotized by this cock in my hand that I couldn’t focus on anything else around me.

“Fine bitch we’ll do this the hard way.”

He then reaches into his drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

“You wouldn’t believe how many girls like you we get in here. Put these on behind your back right now.”

Not wanting to displease him I comply and latch them behind me. By now my own cock was hard as steel in my thong begging for release. He pulled himself back close to the counter and the cock was fully hard now, about 9 inches and pointing straight at me.

I lean forward and lick and kiss the mushroom head as I slide the first couple inches into my mouth and begin getting it nice and wet moving up and down like I knew what I was doing. It was like my whole life something was missing and now that this cock was in my mouth I could finally be complete. It was exhilarating how much I liked the position I was in. I was a natural.

I continued sucking, compiling everything I’ve seen in porn and read about trying to be the best cocksucker I can be for him. I continue this for what felt like eternity, as I was as happy as could be, when I remember eye contact is a huge turn on. I look up to see that he is holding his phone recording me! Now I need to put on a show for this guy if I’m on camera! I deep throat surprisingly well and keep making eye contact while sucking and teasing him the best I can. I can feel him tensing up and breathing a little heavier when he suddenly pulls out and covers my face with his warm hot cum and shoots the last few strands into my mouth coating my throat while I finish sucking and polishing him clean. I happily swallow and await further instructions while I clean the rest of his cock.

A flash goes off and he takes one final picture of me looking at him and tells me I can leave. He takes my handcuffs off but before I begin to get dressed he told me I couldn’t clean my face off I had to walk to my car like that. I pull my shirt on and my pants after and ask him what he is going to do with the pictures.

“Nothing as of right now, but next time you come around here, and you will be coming around here often, I don’t want you to be taking off those ugly man clothes you have there. You’ll learn to work out as the girl you are got that bitch? Good now get out of here.”

On my walk to the car I walked by two girls walking in and they both made remarks about my face, but luckily when I come back next time I wont be recognized by them…

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Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?

Anyways, my regular readers know that I enjoy writing about the transgender experience from different perspectives. Here I write a three act play about a straight man that is made into a transgender woman without his knowledge or consent.

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Act 1.

Introduction.

Ike and Trina Turner could easily pass as sisters. Trina was a beautiful woman and Ike was a pretty man. Other than that, they were regular people living normal lives in metro Atlanta, and doing the typical things that most people do. That included the two of them taking trips to Las Vegas, where Ike provided Trina cover while she got a dose of uninhibited sex.

To add a bit of spice on one particular trip, Trina suggested that she and Ike dress like sisters when they went to a club catering to the kinky crowd. Being that anything goes in Vegas he said what the heck, and was more than happy to do it. He soon found out that his big sister’s ultimate fantasy was to share sucking a cock with him when he was dressed in drag. Ike flatly refused her offer because of an unfortunate technicality, he was a straight man.

~

Scene 1; Trina and Ike go clubbing.

They were in their suite at a swanky hotel and casino. “Ike will you hurry up,” said his sister. “I swear you take longer to put on a dress than I do.”

“Don’t get your expensive panties in a bunch big sister” her brother retorted. “Age before beauty; besides, we’re in Vegas; the real party hasn’t started yet.”

Trina put a hand on her hip, and used the other hand flamboyantly as she spoke. “Well I’m not here to party, I’m here to fuck. I want to get to the club before all the hot guys are taken,” she countered.

He then walked into the living room of their suite in a little black dress. He was now Rachel. He put both hands on his hips, and spoke in as sassy a manner as he could. “The hottest guy in the club will be arriving with you, and he’s your sister too,” he said with a laugh.

His sister looked at him and smirked, “Oh gawd, stay away from me while we’re in there with your pretty self, or I won’t get hit on at all.”

“Don’t worry, if any of your prospective boy-toys hit on me I’ll be sure to send them your way,” he said with another laugh.

A few minutes later they walked into one of the dungeon nightclubs. After agreeing to meet at a particular spot at the bar every half hour, they parted ways.

The second time they met at the bar Trina told him she had three guys who were down for a foursome.”Hey lil bro, I’m headed into a private room with them,” she said, while subtly pointing in their direction.

“Hm,” said Ike, after a quick glance at them.

Trina then giggled and said, “The taller one told me he’d be open to playing with my sister, if she wants to suck him.”

After raising an eyebrow, Ike gave her a peck on the cheek before saying, “Rachel eats pussy, but she doesn’t suck cock.”

“Well Rachel, all men are fascinated with cocks, probably more than we women are,” Trina said to Ike. “I can’t tell you how many men I’ve fucked, who asked me about other men’s cocks while they were fucking me. It’s that macho stuff that keeps you men from sucking dick.

“Hm, well anyways, I’ll tell you all about the tall one’s cock later. I know you’re interested,” she teased.

Trina then took her harem towards a private room.

When she came out the room after fucking and sucking them Ike was gone.

~

Scene 2; two months later.

“Hi there; it’s good to see you’re finally awake,” said the nurse.

Ike closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again while struggling to figure out where he was. He didn’t remember drinking that much, and he didn’t do drugs, so why the hell was he so out of it? Finally he closed his eyes and kept them shut. “Who are you and where am I?” he asked in a voice he didn’t recognize.

The nurse’s demeanor was compassionate when she said, “I’m nurse Cratchett, and you’re at Southern Crescent Hospital. There’s someone here who wants to talk with you.”

Ike struggled to open his eyes again and licked his dry lips.

“Here, have some water,” offered the nurse. She then stepped aside again.

Ike squinted as he looked at the serious look on his sister’s face. “Ike, is that you?” she asked.

Ike raised an eyebrow at her. “Who do you think I am?” And then his voice trailed off. His eyes bugged out from surprise at the sound of his voice.

Trina’s eyes bugged out too. Her jaw also dropped open and she covered her mouth with her hands.

At that point one of the two police officers that were in the room took charge.

“Excuse me miss,” she said to Trina. “Ike, I’m detective Jo Friday.”

Ike frowned at her.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat. She’d gotten that reaction a million times before when she introduced herself. “I work at the missing person’s division of the city’s police department. eskişehir escort You were reported missing two months ago, when you didn’t return to the suite you shared with your sister. You were dropped off outside Southern Crescent Hospital’s emergency room a few days ago. Surveillance video shows two people taking you and the gurney you were strapped to out of an ambulance, and then they hauled ass.

“We used your fingerprints to identify you. Your name is Ike Turner? You’re single. Your parents are deceased. You have one sister, Trina. You work for Acme Everything Company Inc.” She then looked at him and waited for a response.

“My parents liked rock and roll music. Yeah I’m Ike Turner.” He was still wondering what was up with his voice.

After clearing her throat Detective Friday said,

“Do you have any idea who did this to you?”

Ike looked at her like she had a third eye in the center of her forehead. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “Did what to me? Why am I in the hospital? What do you mean I’ve been missing for two months?”

His series of questions was interrupted by his being startled again by his feminine sounding voice. Why do I sound like a woman?” he asked, almost in a panic. He then suddenly became aware that he couldn’t move.

Detective Friday didn’t sugarcoat her answer when she told Ike everything the police knew about the reason his voice was so high. “Your nuts have been cut off and your vocal cords have been shaved,” she said.

Ike fainted. So did Trina.

The nurse glared at Detective Friday. Her partner Bill Cannon frowned before saying, “Jesus H Christ Jo, you don’t blurt out a thing like that to a man.”

Nurse Hatchett then pushed the button to alert the nurse’s station that she needed help with Ike.

A half hour later he was conscious again, after he received medication to take the edge off.

He looked at Detective Friday through half closed eyelids. This time when she spoke to him she used some tact. “Ike,” she began. “It appears that you’re the latest victim of Dr. Awful. He’s a copycat madman. He’s inspired by Dr. Evil as well as the doctors who drug people and take one of their kidneys.

“Dr. Awful chooses men he believes he can transform into a beautiful woman. We believe he spotted you during your trip to Las Vegas dressed as Trina’s sister. One of his people hit on you, then abducted you.”

Dr. Awful performed gender reassignment surgery on you, gave you a boob-job, shaved your Adam’s apple and vocal cords. Afterwards he injected female hormones into you, and kept you sedated until you somewhat healed from the surgeries. His henchmen then dropped you off at the hospital in a drugged up state.”

Detective Friday looked at Trina, the nurse, the psychologist and Detective Cannon, who were all in the room. “Was that better Bill?” she asked.

Detective Cannon exhaled, but held his tongue.

But Trina had a question, “Does what you just said mean that my brother is now my sister?” She’d always wished he was really her sister.

Ike was wondering if these people were playing some kind of sick joke until the nurse held a mirror in front of his face. When he looked at himself he couldn’t believe it, he looked even more like his sister than usual.

The nurse smiled and said, “At least you’re beautiful.”

The psychologist who had come into the room spoke in a monotone voice when he said, “Ike, my name is Dr. Brig Johnson. I’m a psychologist. I have also been assigned to your case. I have many transgender patients as well as being transgendered myself. I can help you navigate through many decisions you’re going to have to make.”

Whatever the nurse had injected into his intravenous solution was keeping Ike calm, but he still went off. “What the fuck are you people talking about? There’s no decision to make other than changing my ass back to a man,” he said, sounding high instead of angry.”

He looked at the nurse and then looked at Dr. Johnson and then the two Detectives. When no one said anything, Ike began to panic. Nurse Hatchett took one of his hands into hers. Dr. Johnson moved closer to the bed and spoke softly, “I’m afraid that won’t be completely possible. Your face would become masculine again if you stop taking women’s hormones, and of course your breast implants can be removed, but your nuts are gone forever.”

Tears welled up in Ike’s eyes, then streamed down his cheeks. “What about my dick?” he asked through trembling lips.

Dr. Johnson just shook his head no.

Trina started blubbering uncontrollably.

Dr. Johnson then cleared the room so he could console them. He hugged Trina with one arm and held Ike’s hand while they cried it all out.

Once she had regained a measure of composure Trina said, “What’s he going to do without his dick? What’s a man without his dick?”

“Well,” said Dr. Johnson. “There’s more to being a man than having a dick.” Then he smiled before smirking.

Trina and Ike escort eskişehir looked at each other before looking at Dr. Johnson. It was then that it dawned on them that he’d said he was transgendered. He’d cut his hair short and managed to grow barely enough hair on his chin to call it a goatee, but otherwise left his face alone. They could see his feminine features in his eyes and his smile. His body looked lean and muscular, and his breasts had been removed.

They both looked at his crotch, but they couldn’t see the two inch clit-cock in his pants.

Ike didn’t respond, he had some thinking to do. Perhaps Dr Johnson didn’t understand how much his cock meant to his identity as a man.

Trina was still wondering what Dr. Johnson had in his pants.

~

Scene 3; Ike sees his female body for the first time.

Dr. Johnson called everyone back into the room so the detectives could resume their interview. Before they asked another question, Ike asked Nurse Hatchett to remove his restraints then said, “I want to see what I look like.”

Nurse Hatchett scanned the room before saying, “Ok men, give her some privacy. Out, out, out.”

As Dr. Johnson and Detective Cannon turned to leave the room again Ike said, “Dr. Johnson can stay. For that matter so can the Detective. This body isn’t mine anyway so it doesn’t matter.” Dr. Johnson then helped nurse Hatchett get him out of bed and helped him stand in front of the mirror. Detective Friday untied his gown and removed it.

Ike’s breasts were natural looking d-cups. The massive amounts of estrogen he’d been given by the quack doctor had drastically feminized his body. As a result he had an hourglass figure that was as fine as cat hair. But the biggest change to his body was between his legs, or more precisely, not between his legs. Instead of his respectable sized cock and manly balls, he had a set of pussylips and a light dusting of nappy pubic hair.

When they saw him naked Nurse Hatchett smiled big, Dr. Johnson’s clit-cock got hard, Detective Friday’s pussy moistened, and Detective Cannon looked at Trina before looking back at Ike. The thought of the two sisters naked, made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

~

The next day Ike and Trina had a private discussion with Dr. Johnson. The doctor said, “Mr. Turner, you may still think of yourself as a straight man right now, but your nuts are gone and you’re taking female hormones. You’re going to continue to develop more and more characteristics of a woman.”

Ike considered the implications of what the doctor said. “Are you telling me I’m going to become a woman whether I want to or not?” he asked.

“I’m saying your psychological profile is going to become more like that of a female. It’s up to you whether you see yourself as a woman.”

Since you’re already in touch with your feminine side, all you have to do is embrace your pussy.” He then raised an eyebrow at him.

“What the hell are you talking about? What feminine side?” screamed Ike. “I was only dressed like a woman because we were going to that dungeon nightclub you fucking quack.”

Lucky for Dr. Johnson that Ike was still being restrained.

~

Act 2.

Scene 1; Ike gets out of the hospital.

Trina spent her nights at the hospital until the big day finally came, Ike was scheduled to be released. She gave him a big smile and said, “Care for a lift home?”

They were surprised to see Detective Friday sitting in the waiting room. The stocky built detective had investigated the nightclub’s Trina liked to frequent while she was in Vegas, so she knew Trina was a freak, and detective Jo Friday wanted a piece of her action.

As Trina walked beside Ike who was in a wheelchair, Detective Friday approached them. “Are you the two people who called for a driver for hire?” she asked cheerily. “How about I trail you home and help you two get settled in. Trina you’ve been here at the hospital for a week, so I’m sure there’s a lot for you to do when you get home. And Ike is hardly strong enough, or healed enough to be left alone.”

“You’re hired,” responded Trina with a smile

“Now that that’s settled, I want both of you to call me Jo,” said Detective Friday.”

She dropped by to see Ike everyday for the next few days, but in truth she came by mostly so she could see Trina.

~

Scene 2; Ike goes shopping.

Ike didn’t want anyone to see him now that he’d been made to look like a woman. The next few weeks Trina tried to talk with him about embracing life as a female, but he wasn’t at all interested.

She’d say to him often, “You used to love to dress up in women’s clothes.”

His reply was always the same. He’d look at her with tears in his eyes and say, “That was when we were kids, and just having fun. Now I’ll feel like a perv wearing panties and a bra.”

“Don’t be silly,” she’d respond. But she left him be for the time being. It was hard for her to see him dealing with what he was going through, eskişehir escort bayan but she had to be strong for him. So she let him keep wearing men’s clothes, but she insisted that he take his hormone medication and dilate his vagina.

“You might decide you want to use that thing some day,” she said to him. “It’d be a shame to let it close up now wouldn’t it?” She just hoped that Dr. Johnson was right that in time he would accept himself as a woman.

A few weeks later she along with Jo dragged him kicking and screaming to The Pampered Coochie boutique. “You’ve been wearing your men’s underwear long enough,” she announced, as they walked into the pretty smelling store.

They browsed the isles until their basket was full. “Ugh,” said Ike. “What am I doing in here with all these ladies’ under things?”

“Don’t be silly,” said Trina. “Now c’mon, let’s go try this panty and bra haul on.”

To say Ike felt awkward being in the same dressing room with Trina and Jo while they tried on underwear was an understatement. Sure, he’d seen Trina in her lingerie many times, but they’d never gone over the line of brother and sister. They’d even gone to separate rooms when they had sex in the kinky clubs.

As for Jo, she wasn’t his type, but his eyes were drawn to her 6 feet tall, hard muscular body, especially her six-pack. He suddenly had a weakness for her well developed abs.

He tried not to look at their naked bodies, but that proved to be impossible. He briefly looked at both women’s round breasts, and each of them had neatly trimmed pussy hair.

When Trina saw him glancing she said, “You would not believe the amount of sit-ups I do. I always hid that from you so you’d think I was born with a better body than yours.”

Jo laughed and said, “I practically live in the gym when I’m off duty, that’s how I got all these muscles.”

The women’s comfort with being nude around each other ended the tension Ike felt.

Ike had always loved looking at pussy, but surprisingly he wasn’t aroused as much as he’d expected to be by Trina’s and Jo’s nakedness. He knew it wasn’t all due to her being his sister, and while Jo was physically imposing he found her attractive.

Despite the fact that he’d been hiding it from everyone, the female hormones he was taking had been causing him to bond with his female self more and more each day. And now with his reaction to Trina’s and Jo’s nude bodies, he not only questioned his gender he questioned his sexual preference.

~

Their search for clothes was less stressful. In fact Ike enjoyed learning about Trina’s approach to creating her own style. In the past he simply wore whatever she told him to. He was now 5’10 and curvy, and not wanting to encourage men to approach him, so he went for the librarian look.

Trina then tried to convince him to wear makeup saying, “Wearing makeup is something I do for myself because I want to look pretty.”

“I don’t know if I’d feel comfortable doing that for real,” admitted Ike. “When I was doing it as a goof I could laugh it off.”

Trina explained her thinking, “I’m not talking about putting on make-up like you’re going clubbing. I’m suggesting you try putting on foundation and eyeliner.” She then helped Ike apply his makeup when he finally relented.

After they finished with their shopping they went into a restaurant that was attached to the mall. Their server had just walked away with their order when Trina said, “Don’t look over your left shoulder, but a guy sitting at the bar has looked at you two or three times.”

“No thanks, I’m not interested in men,” said Ike. “I went panty shopping today. I’m wearing makeup. And I bought some dresses. That’s enough being a woman for now.”

“Ok then,” said Jo. “My spidey sense says those two ladies over there sitting by the window swing both ways at a minimum.”

“Will you stop it,” said Ike, glaring at her.

“Honey, you’re gonna have to get back in the game,” insisted Trina. “You’re a woman now, we don’t judge you if you enjoy the taste of pussy and you like cock too.”

Ike just looked at her before going off. “I’m not a fucking woman. I’m a man without a dick,” he said a bit too loud. “And I sure as hell don’t like cock.

“Do you eat pussy?”

After looking around to see if anyone had heard him Trina said,”Shush. Everybody doesn’t need to know your business. And my little brother doesn’t need to know if his big sister eats pussy,” she said with a chuckle.

“But you just said I’m a woman,” countered Ike, with a sneer.

He then leaned in close to Jo’s ear and said, “My sister eats your pussy doesn’t she?”

“Yep,” responded Jo.

“Do you eat hers?” asked Ike.

“Nope, I’m a top with a woman,” she said casually.

“A top?” repeated Ike.

“Um hum. Ladies eat me, and I like fucking them with a strap-on.”

“So you’re a lesbian then, right?” asked Ike.

“Nope,” responded Jo cheerfully. “I love men and cock too.

“Why? Are you interested?”

“Both of you are freaks,” he said, and laughing.

~

Scene 3; Ike and Fred reconnect.

Ike and Trina were meeting Jo for dinner Friday evening. He was wearing a new pencil dress that showed off his curves. He hated it and promised he’d get even with Trina for her making him wear it. She had also invited his best friend to meet them at the club.

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It’s Saturday evening, and my white lover is miles away and won’t be able to come home for weeks at the very least. I’m restless. Since I can’t have him, I want something to make me feel better – maybe some of that Southern delicacy, boiled peanuts, will do the trick. My son has taken my car for the weekend and left me his truck, which has been giving him trouble – just last weekend, we had to push it out of the road where it cut off. I decide to take the truck to the Corner Store… it’s only two miles away, after all. As long as I don’t slow down too much, everything should be fine, right? So I go… and when I’m about a quarter mile from the store, I come barreling down on this little old lady sputtering to a stop as she signals a left turn… Can’t pass-I have no choice but to stop… and when I apply the brake completely, the truck cuts off. Right in the middle of the road.

What can I do? There are a couple of houses right there by the side of the road… Of course, I don’t know the people… I could walk home and call someone… but it’s almost a 2-mile walk… or I could walk to the Corner Store… but that would mean leaving the truck. I decide that the best plan would be to knock on someone’s door… So I choose a neat, clean house with a sporty looking car parked in front. I knock, and when the door opens, I see an attractive twenty-something black woman dressed to kill. As I try to explain my predicament, she tells me she doesn’t have time for this–she’s on her way out–but I can talk to her boyfriend about it. As she runs out the door, she calls him. “Tim!”

Apparently Tim didn’t hear her leave, and not knowing that she is gone and there’s a strange white woman in his living room, he comes out of what must be his bedroom, yawning and naked. I’m standing there with my mouth falling open and my eyes bulging. Looking around and not seeing his woman, he sort of growls, “Why don’t you come inside so I can close the door? You think I want the whole world to see this big hard-on I’m sporting?”

I’m not at all comfortable with this situation, and I start to stutter. “I need to use the pho-pho-phone! My truck has stalled in the middle of the road, and I…I…I…”

Tim gives me an appraising look and says, “Ummm… how are you gonna pay for this phone call?”

Still hoping I can get out of this fairly easily, but not at all sure, I reply, “it’s just a local call, b-bu-but I have money…”

Tim looks at me with a certain light in his eyes… He says, “I’ll handle the truck for you… you will pay for it, all right… but I don’t want your money.” He picks up the phone and dials, and when the other party answers, he says, “Hey, Nate… there’s a truck on the road in front of the house… come get it and take it to the shop… and make sure it’s all the way out of sight!”

Feeling altogether uneasy, I start for the door.

Tim asks, “Where do you think you’re going?”

I say, “I’ll just wait by the truck.”

With that guttural voice, he says, “Nooo. We’ll take care of the truck. As for you, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

I’m looking away from him, looking around the room, trying to avoid looking at that great big thing sticking out between his legs. And he says, “While we’re waiting, why don’t you and I get to know each other a little better?”

And I say, “Er… I really should be going now…”

But Tim has other ideas; he says, “Come here, you white bitch.” I obey, thinking maybe it would be dangerous not to. As I walk over to him, I’m staring into his face, mesmerized. He takes my face in his hands, and seeing the fear in my eyes, he asks very quietly, “What’s the matter, baby… ain’t you ever seen a real man’s dick before? Well, now you’re gonna see one up close and reaaaaal personal.” He has both my hands in one of his, and he pulls me into the bedroom. I’m trying to drag my feet, to get away, but Tim pops me on the ass and tells me to behave erzurum escort myself like a good little slut and maybe I can even enjoy it without getting hurt.

I’m scared out of my wits, but that slap makes my ass tingle, and I’m starting to feel excited as well. And feeling a little ashamed of myself as I realize that I’m getting wet between my legs.

Once in his bedroom, Tim says, “Get on your knees, slut. You’re about to get a taste of black dick.” I hesitate. I’ve never been called a slut before. It has a strange effect on me. He grabs a handful of my hair and says again, but more forcefully, “On your knees, slut!”

I sink to my knees, and he pushes my head down towards the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. God! Must be all of ten inches, and even harder than it was when he first came out of the bedroom, and dripping pre-cum. I can smell it, and I feel my traitorous pussy getting wetter by the second. Tim smacks my face with his stiff cock. It feels warm, soft and hard at the same time. When I refuse to open my mouth, he pinches my nose, and when I can’t breathe any more, I gasp for air. The moment I do, he shoves that enormous dick in my mouth and tells me, “Suck it, baby…”

I am somewhere between fear and desire to please him and just plain desire, and I start to lick and suck and drool as best I can. Tim starts moving my head up and down on his shaft. I’m gagging and coughing and moaning, but as his pace increases and I get into the rhythm and start getting over the fear, I’m moaning more and more. Ashamed, frightened and yet excited.

By now, Tim’s moaning too and telling me how good it feels. “Does it feel good, you white slut? How does it feel to have a mouthful of real man meat? You like having this big black dick in your throat, don’t you, baby? You’re nothing but a cock-sucking slut, but I have to give you credit-you’re pretty good at this. I just might want to use you again sometime.” He hears me moaning against my will and feels my body tensing up, and his body is responding as well. As I feel his balls tightening, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and splatters me with spunk–my face and my hair–but his dick is still hard. I can’t stop myself from licking at the thick gobs of cum that drip into my mouth. I feel like a slut.

He says “You really liked that, didn’t you, you fucking whore?”

Needing to cum now, badly, and having been so close, but unwilling to admit it, I sullenly ask him, “What are you going to do to me?”

He knows I’m too proud to admit it, but he wants to hear me say I enjoyed it. “I’m just gonna sit back and read the paper for a while.”

I say, “But you… you… I…” He looks up and sees me rubbing my cock-hungry cunt. I am truly becoming a slut.

“You wanna tell me what you want, bitch?

I stand there dumbstruck… knowing I want him to fuck me but determined not to ask. He can see it. He knows it. “What you want?”

“I… I…”

“Tell me what you want, slut!” and he smacks me on my ass again. I whimper, but refuse to ask him.

Tim goes back to reading his newspaper. I start rubbing my pussy to bring myself the urgent relief I need, but he slaps my hand away. He jerks me to my feet and throws me on the bed and says, “All right… I’m calling the shots here. We’re gonna do this my way. You had the chance to tell me… but now it’s gonna be me all the way.” With me on my back, he ties my hands to the headboard and secures me to the foot of the bed by my ankles. My pussy is completely exposed, my legs spread wide, and I am aching for release, but I will not give him the satisfaction of saying so.

He leans over me and takes a nipple in his mouth through my tee-shirt. I whimper and moan, and arch my back, pushing my big tits forward to try to get him to suck harder. He sucks a bit more, as I moan and try to rub against him in any way possible. Tim keeps sucking. erzurum escort bayan I begin to whimper and I’m just about to cummm… when he stops, looks at me and laughs, and picks up his paper again.

I’m lying there with every nerve tingling–looking at him over there placidly reading the bloody newspaper-and I whisper, “Fuck me!”

“What’s that?”

‘Fuck me!”

“I thought I heard something… nah… must’ve been the radio down in the shop…”

“Fuck me, damn you!!”

“Are you talking to me?” He walks over and slaps my thigh hard with his open hand. “Cause that’s no way for you to be talking to someone in the situation you’re in!” The slap is sending shivers through me.

I whimper, “Please! Fuck me!!”

“That’s it baby, let me hear you beg for it…”

“Fuck me… fuck me… please!

“Hmmm… wonder what’s in Section C today…”

“PLEASE! FUCK ME! I need to feel your big black cock in my cunt! PLEASE! I want you to make me cum! Fuck me!”

“Ahhhh… that’s better! All right, bitch… I’ll fuck you!” Tim comes over to the bed and starts pulling off my clothes. I’m wriggling at every touch of his fingers. Then he unties me, and rips off my lacy panties, my DD-cup bra. . . and I can see from his throbbing cock that he’s not nearly as bored with me as he was pretending to be.

He turns me over and tells me that first he’s gonna taste me…and by now I’m whimpering and ready for anything he might do. He starts by licking the insides of my thighs. When he gets to licking all around my pussy, I’m dripping and oozing from all the tension. I put my hands in his hair and pull him into me. Again he licks and nibbles and sucks until I’m almost there, and this time when he asks, “What do you want, slut?”

I reply without hesitation, “Fuck me!” I realize I am a complete slut.

“What do you want?”

“Oh god, please fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me! Don’t make me wait another minute! I’ll do anything you say, I’ll be your fuck slut forever– just please fuck me with your big hard black dick! Put it all the way in me… Pound me! Fuck me! I can’t wait to feel you inside of my pussy! I want it!”

And he says, “I think I will fuck you, you cock-hungry slut… get on your back.” I lie there trembling and thrusting my tits and my cunt at him. He takes his cock and holds it touching my cunt lips, I am pushing at it with my cunt, begging, moaning. Suddenly he pushes it deep deep deep into my pussy with one thrust, then starts to pound into me. “Does that feel good, baby?”

I start to moannnn… “Ohhhhhh yesssssssssss ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss fuck me”

“Oh, baby that does feel good, don’t it? Mmmmmmmm…”

“Ahhh ahhhhhhha ahhhhhhhh”

I’m thrusting back at him as he pounds his beautiful meat harder and harder into my oozing pussy.

“Ain’t this the best dick you ever had, baby?”

“Yeeeeeesssssssss yesssssssssssssss yesssssssssssssss… Oh, fuck your white whore! Make your pig fuck-slut cummmmm!” I’m screaming, out of control with lust and desire because he’s pounding me all the way with every inch of that big slab of meat… and then “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I’m yelling it out as I feel every muscle in my body tighten as I reach my peak… I’m trembling and tensing and my hips are convulsing and my pussy is squeeeeeeeezing his dick…

Finally after a series of wonderfully forceful orgasms, I start to relax. Tim pops me on my butt and makes me get up on my hands and knees. He says, “Don’t think you’re the only one who gets off tonight, you hot little white bitch.” and he slaps me on my ass again. My butt juts out like a cat being stroked, and as I whimper and mooooaannnnn he takes my hips in his hands and starts to fuck me from behind with that stiff black rod. He’s holding on to me tight with his big firm hands-I can feel his fingers tearing into my flesh, but I don’t escort erzurum mind at all–I’m thrusting back as hard as I can and screaming with every stroke… and in no time I’m cummming again because it feels sooo fucking gooooodddd. Tim’s still pounding away at me, and I can feel the intensity building for him, too. I’m screaming my head off and then we’re both cumming and grinding into each other. He’s got his arms locked around me like a dog wraps his forelegs around a bitch and he’s thrusting and grunting and I’m milking his cock. I’m screaming as I hear him grunting and moaning obscenities at me. He is gripping me so tight it is hurting and making me cum again as I feel him shoot his hot spunk into me… this brings me off again…

Then we both collapse… and I hear the door open. I’m too groggy to think about what it means, and then I hear a voice… It’s Nate, a giant of a man. Tim is a big guy: 6’2″ and about 230 pounds…but Nate is closer to 6’6″ and more like 270 pounds… and black as ebony. I’m lying there, feeling very sated… and Nate says, “We got the truck out of the way, Tim… now you get out of the way and let me have some of that!”

I look up at him. He’s already taken his cock out and he’s stroking it. I lick my lips as I make eye contact. He doesn’t move, just continues to stroke and stare into my eyes. I get up on hands and knees and crawl over to him… I sniff at his big black black black dick, just like a bitch in heat… and then I put my hand around it and lean into it and start to lick it… from his balls all the way up to the tip. Nate’s cock is much bigger than any I’ve ever encountered before-so big I can’t get my hand all the way around it. I can’t get my mouth all the way around it either… but I do my best! I try… licking slurping moaning licking slurping moaning licking slurping moaning licking licking slurping moaning…

Nate says, “Ohhh baabyy!” and I lick and slurp some more, moaning all the while. I try to get my mouth around it so I can suck it, but it’s so big. Nate says, “Here baby, let’s try it this way.” He sits over my face, with his balls in front of my mouth, and starts to fuck my tits. He holds them and squeeeeeezes and tweaks my nipples as I nip at his balls and lick and suck them. He starts to moan, and then he says, “Slut, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before!” He moves into position and sinks that monster cock into my cunt, all the while biting at my nipples.

He starts to fuck me… fuck me.. fuck meeeee… and I’m already filled up… He plunges his cock deep into me and pulls it all the way out each time before slamming it into me again, and he fucks me sooo hard that I’m screaming again! But I’m screaming because it feels so good very good wonderful good–I’m whimpering and moaning, and he bites harder on the nipple in his mouth. I’m arching my back and thrusting back at him and suddenly I’m cumming again, but Nate doesn’t stop pounding away pounding thrusting pounding pounding pounding and I’m grinding back at him and grinding… He rolls me over so that he’s on bottom and I’m on top. He’s holding my hips close pulling me to him stroking me deep and hard… He holds my body close to his and he says, “Hey, Tim…don’t you want to fuck this white slut-pig in the ass?”

As for me, I’m practically howling with lust and animal-fucking-feeling-good… and I hear Tim say, “Yeah, I’m ready for some of that…” I’m squirming with a combination of pleasure and fear, and in spite of my screaming, Nate holds me still so Tim can shove his once-again rigid cock up my virgin ass. He gives me a few seconds to adjust to the feel of his thickness in this new hole, and then starts to thrust. As soon as he does, I start screaming how good it feels and telling him, “Oh, yessssss! Fuck me in my white ass… Fuck me in the ass with that big black cock of yours! Oh yesssss, it feels so good! I can feel both your big black dicks filling me up filling me up! Oh yesssss oh I’ve never been fucked like this before! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… I’m cumming again!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I can feel Tim’s hot juices spurting in my ass as Nate bathes my cunt with gobs of his thick slimy jism. We collapse in a heap, and I know that even though this is my first black experience, it won’t be my last.

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I was doing a final sound check while Ann was busy sorting out some lingerie from the big box next to the catwalk. It was one o’ clock in the afternoon and we were anxiously preparing for the arrival of the models. We had set up the dress rehearsal for eight o’ clock that evening.

“You’ll have to tell me who the new model is; I have to sort these out according to size.” Ann pointed the box of lingerie.

“Mrs. Jacobs.” I said nonchalantly and continued undistracted with my chores.

She dropped something that had the shape of panties from her hands; like a feather it glided to her feet.

“What! Pete!” She started to laugh. “I’m not even going to ask how you did it.”

“Don’t” I said, “We just have to put up a ‘for the animals’ poster somewhere.”

“I see, and am I correct if I say this bears the reverend’s approval?”

“One hundred percent,” I said with confidence.

“You think the ladies will all be comfortable and at ease in each other’s company?” Ann asked concerned. “You know sometimes it’s more difficult for a woman to be naked amongst other women than in front of men.”

“Really?” I was surprised by this piece of information.

“Yes, men don’t tend to be such harsh critics. Women can be very cat-like you know.”

“Maybe we should have an ice breaker of some sorts before we start then,” I suggested.

“Might be a good idea,” Ann said. “Any suggestions?”

I thought a bit then replied. “Harry boasted the other day that he had bought a great board game of ‘Truth or Dare’. It sounded like a lot of fun the way he explained it.”

Harry was one of my class mates, not one of my best friends, but we were not enemies either. He was kind of nerdish and weird and did everything he could to be more in with the boys, but wasn’t too successful. I assumed the game he boasted about, was one of his efforts.

“Wow, it’s been a while since I last played that game!” Ann smiled. “You think we can borrow it? It sounds like a good idea to relax the ladies a bit.”

“He is a bit skimpy with his stuff. I don’t think he will let go of his game easily. He will definitely want some compensation.” I warned. I thought the matter over a few seconds, then added. “Would you mind if I used you as hard currency?”

“What do you mean?” Ann asked and her voice was alert.

“Don’t worry. Nothing serious. I’ll bet he will let go of his precious game in return for a glimpse between your legs.”

“Pete! I know Harry, he’ll tell the whole school!” Ann objected.

“I’m sure he will. The thing is, nobody will believe him. The boys are used to his bragging. Nobody believes him anymore.”

***

A half an hour later I was in tense negotiations with Harry Edwards. We were in his bedroom, located in a flat at the backyard of his parents’ home. At first I tried to obtain the board game without compromising Ann’s dignity, but the conversation was going nowhere. Harry did not part with his possessions easily. I could not tell him why I needed the game and he was obviously thinking in the lines of joining in if there was any fun to be had with his game. For obvious reasons I could not allow that and at last I realized I had to throw in the bait.

“What if I told you that you could look at Mrs. Ann van Zyl’s naked pussy if I could borrow your game?”

Harry’s chubby body stiffened and his eyes were big behind the thick lenses of his glasses. “Yeah, yeah. And how are you going to accomplish that?” It was clear he did not believe a word I said.

“What if I told you she was waiting right outside in the car, just waiting for my signal?” I threw my aces on the deck.

“You’re joking,” Harry still did not believe me, but his body shivered slightly and there were tiny droplets of sweat on his forehead.

“Have we got a deal?” I asked adamantly.

“If you are telling the truth you can take the bloody game for keeps,” Harry promised.

“Okay then,” I vowed to myself to keep him up to his promise, “Just stay here. I’ll get her.”

Two minutes later I was back in Harry’s bedroom with Ann next to me.

“So I’ve heard there was something you liked to see Harry?” Ann asked innocently.

Harry was speechless; the reality of the situation must have dawned upon him. His only reply was a big fixated stare behind his glasses. He licked his lips and he was now sweating profoundly. He looked up and down at Ann. She was wearing a white knee-length skirt with a flowery blouse.

“Somebody cut your tongue Harry?” Ann teased while she flaunted the skirt up and down, displaying her legs and just for a brief second, the bottom edge of her white French-style panties.

“I’ve heard you had such a nice board game. Would you mind if I borrowed it for a while? Hmm?” Ann asked tauntingly while she lifted her skirt slowly further to above her waist. Her panties were now in full view and while she kept the skirt in tact above her waist with her elbow she edged the loose silk material to the sides of edirne escort her triangle with her finger tips. Her vulva strained against the material like a ripe fruit ready to explode. Her fingers moved up and down over the fabric, then pressed hard into it, revealing a tiny wet spot between two thick lips. She grabbed the material on the side and gently pulled it to the side. Her private parts were now fully exposed to Harry’s greedy stare. The payment lasted only five seconds and Ann released the fabric again and dropped the skirt to her knees.

Harry’s just stood there, his body frozen, his mouth gaping open. A trickle of saliva flowed down his chin. I realized he would remain in that position for the remainder of the day and grabbed the box containing the game.

“Come Ann, we’re running late!” I said as I grabbed her arm to lead her away from the salt statue resembling Harry Edwards.

***

Back at Ann’s place, we examined the contents of the box. There was a big monopoly-like board, a few different sets of cards, dice and some game moving pieces. There was a big red ‘BEGIN’ block followed by seven different types of blocks that repeated itself in random order all around the board. We took out the paper that explained the rules and compared it to the board and cards.

‘DOWN YOUR DRINK’

To warm things up a bit. Gulp down whatever you are drinking without taking a breath when you land on this block. Shooter drinks serve well for this task.

‘TRUTH’

If you land on this block, pick up a card from the ‘truth’ stack of cards and answer the question. You will tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. You may choose to take a dare instead, but after you’ve seen the dare, you may not go back to the truth option again.

‘DARE’

Pick up a dare from the ‘dare’ stack of cards when you land on this block. All dares must be carried out strict and to the point. You will pick up another dare if you already did the same dare or if you are instructed to remove more clothes and you are already naked.

‘CHICKEN’

The most valued card in the game. All players start the game with 2 Chicken Out Cards. They can be used to chicken out of any situation or involvement in a situation, forced on to you by the game or another player. Use them wisely and sparingly. There are two blocks on the board regarding ‘Chicken’. If you land on the ‘Lose One Chicken Card’ you have to part with one of your ‘Chicken’ cards. If you do not have any ‘Chicken’ cards left, you have to pick up a dare. If you land on a ‘One Free Chicken’ block, you may reward yourself with a ‘Chicken’ card.

‘GYMNASTICS’

If you land on the ‘Gymnastics’ block you will perform a task as given from a card from the ‘Gymnastics’ stack. Tasks must be performed dressed as is.

‘STRIP ONE PIECE’

If you land on this block, you will have to stand up. Dance slowly and seductively for at least 30 seconds while you remove one piece of clothing. If you do not have any clothes left you must pick up a dare.

Ann and I looked at each other. This was going to be fun. There was also a list of items required to play the game properly.

Alcoholic shooter drinks and glasses
A blindfold for each of the players
A box of matches
A teaspoon
A digital camera
Ice cubes
A ten cent coin
Some raw eggs
A roll of sellotape
A towel
A huge linen sheet

The list of items made us very curious to say the least, but we refrained from peeping at the stacks of cards, not wanting to spoil the anticipated fun. We made a tick next to all of the items as we collected them. For blindfolds Ann cut an old black curtain to appropriate pieces.

We made the shocking discovery as we laid out the game board, cards and pieces on the little table in the centre of Ann’s living room. The deck of cards that should have featured the ‘dares’ were missing.

“The little bastard must have taken them out to peep,” I said with disgust, referring to Harry Edwards, “Wait till I get him!”

“We still have time,” Ann said. “We can just go back and ask him for it.”

“We have no choice,” I admitted, “We cannot play half a game.”

Twenty minutes later I knocked on Harry’s door. He recovered amazingly from his previous statue-like-state and was grinning from ear to ear as he saw me.

“Where is it you little twit!” I was angry at the way he smiled at me.

“You can have it but we want to play with you and whoever is going to be at your party.” He looked at Ann beside me as he spoke.

The ‘we’ part of his sentence took me off guard and I glanced over his shoulder into the room. Samuel Benson sat on the little single bed. His tall masculine figure occupied most of the bed and his smiling teeth appeared bright and shiny from the dark room. Though he was two years older than me, he was trailing behind in grade 11. He looked as dumb as the American president during the Katrina floods. Next escort edirne to him, sporting equal intelligence was his younger sister, Janobi Winters. She had left school when she was just sixteen to marry a hillbilly from F nonetheless I looked in appreciation at her long legs visible from beneath her short denim skirt.

Ann pulled me away from the door and whispered in my ear. “This is getting out of hand. There are too many witnesses and they’ve seen me!” She sounded really concerned.

“I know. Maybe we should let them join in our game?” I was already wondering as to the contents underneath Janobi’s denim skirt. “You see if they join, they won’t be able to talk. I’ve seen Harry’s parents, they are in some sort of vicious religion and Janobi couldn’t afford another scandal. Samuel’s too stupid to speak in full sentences.”

“But what about the other ladies? They’ll never stand for this!”

“We’ll just tell them the truth. It’s an emergency – the whole secrecy of the parade could be in jeopardy if we don’t allow them to join.”

“Okay then, I hope this won’t back-fire.” Ann said before I went in to give them directions to her home.

***

I decided to become a politician. After tense debate and negotiations, all of the ladies were present in Ann’s living room as per our appointment. They did not take the presence of the ‘three extras’ too well, but realized we were in a blackmail situation. The idea of having an ice-breaker-game was well received after we had told them the bad news of the ‘extras’.

We discussed the game and the rules and made sure everybody knew how it worked. I had to explain it three times to Samuel and still wasn’t sure he understood everything. I offered to help him as the game progressed. I put a non-stop-hits-cd in Ann’s stereo and pressed play. I set the volume to level that was quite loud, but would not be disturbing to our conversations.

“For the strip-dancing,” I explained the music and took my seat

We were all sitting in a circle around the table in the centre of the room. Ann, then me, Diana, Mrs. Skinner, Samuel, Janobi, Harry, Mrs. Jacobs and next to her, on Ann’s right, was Lisa.

As the host, Ann offered to go first and we agreed we would continue clock-wise as we sat. As if waiting for the sound of a pistol at the start of a big marathon, we stared anxiously at Ann as she shook the two dice in a clenched fist. She rolled a ‘1’ and a ‘4″. She paced her red coloured game piece five blocks on. She landed on ‘TRUTH’ and picked up a card from the ‘truth’ stack.

She read out load. “How old are you exactly?”

All the women giggled, Ann blushed then said. “I am 43 years and 2 months old.”

I was next in line and landed on “STRIP”. Using the vast experience I had obtained in strip shows over the last couple of days, I stood up and danced to the rhythm of the music like a pro. I received an encouraging response from the ladies, followed with some boo’s as I ended up removing only my left shoe.

Diana rolled and moved her game piece to “GYM”.

“Put one foot behind your head,” she read from the card. Diana laughed then moved to an open space on the floor. She was wearing white jeans with a blue t-shirt and white slip-on shoes. She sat down on her bum and tried to force her right leg up and behind her head. Though she was amazingly flexible her tight jeans made it difficult. I looked in awe as the white material strained between her legs, sucked in between the lips of her labia. I looked up and saw the familiar statue-like stare from Harry. At last Diana gave up, but we applauded her effort.

Mrs. Skinner was next in line and also landed on a “STRIP” block. Untrained in the ways of professional strip dancing, she wriggled her body in some form of Martian dance before she ripped open her blouse to expose her firm white bra featuring her double D’s. This woman had to spend a fortune on buttons, I thought. For the first time the evening Samuel appeared awake as he stared at the big moulds of flesh next to him. His look exceeded stupid and I wanted to offer him a towel to collect the river of saliva from his chin. His magic spell was broken as Mrs. Skinner handed him the pair of dice to throw.

He picked up a card from the “DARE” stack and tried to read. “Y-y-you hhhha to run a-aaa”

“For God’s sake give that to me!” Mrs. Skinner ripped the card impatiently from his hands and read out loud. “You have to run two times around the house backwards.”

There was a black hole in Samuel’s eyes as he tried to comprehend the task. Mrs. Skinner interrupted again. “For goodness sake, just run around the house and get it over with!”

We waited two minutes and as he returned Janobi grabbed the dice and threw. She shared the ‘dare’ block with her brother and unfortunately shared his reading skills as well. Lisa came to her assistance and read her card for her.

“All players have to lie on their backs in a straight edirne escort bayan line, head to toe. You have to walk over them with your legs apart, hands on your head.”

I looked at Janobi. She was still wearing the short denim skirt she had earlier on and I knew I was going to be partly relieved of my curiosity. We did as instructed and Janobi unaware of what her task would result in, continued over Ann. Only when she reached Ann’s head, did she stop and yelled. “Hey, you can see my thingy!” She quickly reached down and tried to cover up her decency.

“Oh no!” I stopped her, “The card said hands on you head!”

Janobi blushed but obeyed hesitantly and proceeded farther down the line. She was going as fast as she could, but I nevertheless had a pretty good look up her skirt and red g-string as she passed over my head. Though her legs were slim, her thighs were ample and her hips full. At last her torment was over and she passed the dice on to Harry when we all had taken our places again.

Harry had to down his drink and coughed as the shooter’s alcohol scorched his throat. He was out of breath as he passed the dice to Mrs. Jacobs. Of all the people she had given me the hardest time to convince her to proceed with evening’s events.

Skeptically she took the dice and rolled. She moved her game piece to “TRUTH”.

“When was the last time you had masturbated?”

Mrs. Jacobs looked around and saw there was no escape. Being the wife of a reverend, she could not tell a lie either. Her face was in various shades of red. “It was this afternoon, just before I came here,” she confessed.

“Dirty bugger,” I thought. She had been horny from my earlier visit. I looked up in time to see Lisa move her game piece to a “GET ONE FREE CHICKEN” block.

“Oh no, this is shit!” Mrs. Maureen Skinner interrupted in her teacher-authority-voice. “There will be no chicken outs tonight. I say we chuck this chicken thing and do a dare if we land on one of them blocks!”

Nobody in our group had the guts to disagree with the big woman. The two mammoths in front of her chest had dangled like dangerous weapons as she had spoken. We all congratulated her on this excellent idea and turned in our ‘chicken’ cards. Lisa picked up a card from the “DARE” stack.

“Demonstrate what a cameltoe is.”

I smiled at Lisa. Two weeks earlier she would not have known how to do the task. She smiled back and stood up. Her right hand moved down to her yellow shorts and she pressed the fabric inwards. Carefully she moved her middle finger up and down through her slit, gluing the material of her shorts between her labia. Satisfied with the result she took her hand away. “That, ladies and gentlemen, is a cameltoe.” She turned her body slowly around to enable everybody in the circle to benefit from her educational lesson. Harry resumed being a statue, Samuel looked educated. He received a huge blow to his ribs.

“Stop staring at my daughter’s nana!” Mrs. Skinner commanded.

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am,” Samuel said and he tried to tear his eyes from the split flesh in front of him. Everybody else laughed as Lisa sat down and handed the dice to Ann.

It was Ann’s turn to obey a “STRIP” block and she entertained us with some sensual moves before she took one of her sandals off. She was still dressed in her white skirt and flowery blouse.

I picked up a dare from the “DARE” stack after my throw. “Eat a raw egg or remove three pieces of clothing.”

As I had no taste for raw eggs I stood up for some stripping. Going from lady to lady, but keeping a good distance from Harry and Samuel, I danced seductively while I removed my remaining shoe, t-shirt and at last my shorts. Janobi looked shocked at this vulgar display and I threw my shorts tauntingly over her head. She jerked away and it caused her legs part for a brief moment. The effect of her offered view was visible through my tight Jockey briefs and she looked shyly away. I moved to right in front of her and continued to sway my hips as I danced. My bulging boner was only a few inches away from her face and as she accepted there was no escape she lost her modesty and stared wide-eyed at it. She shrieked as I jokingly thrusted my hips forward and plunged my tools into her face. I sat down and passed the dice to a giggling Diana.

Diana had to down her drink, but the game was interrupted and changed yet again by Mrs. Skinner. “I’m thirsty. At this rate nobody will have a bloody drink before next week. I say if anyone lands on a down block, we all have to drink!”

It sounded like a most agreeable proposal and we changed the rules accordingly.

Mrs. Skinner took the dice nonchalantly and ended up on a “DARE” block.

“Scatter the contents of a box of matches all over the room. Everybody must collect as many matches as possible. The person with the least must strip all his/her clothes.”

The room erupted in chaos after Mrs. Skinner had thrown the matches. Only Samuel stood still and I guessed he did not quite grasp what was required of him. At last he understood and managed to get hold of a single match he grabbed from in front of Mrs. Skinner. He received a violent stare and almost gave it back. Unfortunately for him we all improved on his one piece of wood and tried to explain to him that he now had to strip.

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John was having the time of his life. He had just turned 18 and he had a job at a local gym, earning some extra money before college started. He had free use of all the equipment, could use the pool, and the job he had wasn’t very hard at all. He was off today, and had came to the gym to work out.

After a hard workout he headed to the showers. He entered the big shower stall and began shampooing his hair. He got some of it in his eyes, and began rinsing his eyes. He didn’t notice that someone else had entered the big shower. After rinsing all of the soap from his burning eyes, he saw the older gentleman standing about three showerheads over. The man was staring at John’s dick. As the man stared, his cock became erect. John watched as the man began stroking himself.

As John watched the older man masturbate, his own cock began to stir. The man’s cock was probably 9 inches long and it was very thick. John became turned on by the site of the man masturbating, and his own cock was suddenly totally erect. All 8 inches stood straight out. John reached down and began stroking his cock while looking at malatya escort the man’s hard on. The man began walking towards John, not missing a stroke, as he inched closer and closer.

Suddenly the man was standing directly beside him. The man introduced himself as Carl, and he reached out and grabbed John’s young hard on. Carl must have been 50 years old, and his cock was young and nice looking. He began stroking John’s hard cock, and John moaned as he squeezed the head. John reached out and took Carl’s huge hard cock in his hand. When he touched it, it sent a shiver down his spine. It felt so hot. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to touch another man’s hard cock. John began stroking the big nine inch cock, wishing he was brave enough to take it into his mouth.

He didn’t understand the feelings that had come over him, he had never thought about being with another man before, but now, he was being jacked off and was jacking off someone else. Carl, knelt between John’s legs and took the head of his cock into his mouth. It felt so hot. John leaned malatya escort bayan back against the shower wall. Carl slowly took more and more of John’s hard 8 inch cock into his mouth. He had the entire length inside. Wow, I am deep inside of his throat John thought. Carl expertly moved his tongue around John’s cock in ways John had never imagined. John had never felt anything so good in his entire life. Carl hungrily sucked his cock while his tongue moved magically all over the head, and worked up and down the thick swollen shaft.

John couldn’t hold back any longer, and he moaned as his cum erupted. Carl moaned as John’s sperm shot into his mouth. John could hear Carl making loud slurping noises as he greedily gobbled up every drop of his hot cum. Carl emptied all the cum from John’s cock, and let it fall from his mouth. Carl began to stroke his own big hard cock again. John got on the shower floor and took the head of Carl’s huge cock into his mouth. It tasted good. He licked the globs of pre-cum from the huge head, and began taking as much escort malatya into his mouth as he could. He had about 7 inches of Carl’s 9 inch hard on inside of his mouth. He began licking the head, and bobbing his mouth up and down trying to imitate what Carl had just done to him.

He must’ve been doing pretty good cause Carl started talking dirty to him and moaning. He gently squeezed Carl’s big balls as he licked the head of his huge cock lovingly. Carl began thrusting his hips and John felt the cock swell even bigger, and it began to pulsate wildly. Boom, the first big wad of cum shot directly down John’s throat, it freaked John out, but he continued sucking. He felt each burst hit his tongue and he loved the taste. It was a sweet salty taste, and it was pretty good. John hungrily swallowed all of Carl’s hot cum. Carl began to soften as the last of his cum dripped from the head. The two got out of the shower and started getting dressed.

Carl asked John what he was doing later that evening. John though for a moment, and hoping for another encounter, replied, nothing that I know of. Carl gave him his address and told him to come to his house at 7:30 p.m. John agreed. Both men left the gym. John thought about what had just happened all the way home. His cock was so hard, he had to jack off in the car to make it go soft. He looked at his watch. Damn, it was only 1:30. 7:30 was a long time away. He went to his bedroom and took a nap.

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“Alex, get in here! We need to talk.”

Alex opened his bedroom door, head down. It was almost an instinctive response for him now. He knew it was better to come sooner, rather than later, whenever he heard Masha call for him.

“About time. Look, you really need to take on more responsibility around the apartment. Yes, you clean the bathroom and you don’t protest very much when your girlfriend sleeps in my room instead of yours, but isn’t there something else you could do?”

With his head still down, Alex replied, “I guess I could organize your closet or wash your clothes.”

“That’s stupid. No. Try again.”

“I could get another job and buy more cute shoes for both of us.”

“Better, but you don’t even wear your shoes outside. Think of something better.”

“I could stop masturbating and go into chastity for you.”

This made Masha laugh.

“How does that benefit me at all?”

“I.. guess it doesn’t.”

“No, and then you’ll be horny all the time and try to do things with your girlfriend. We talked about that. That’s not allowed anymore.”

Alex stayed silent, with his face still pointed at the floor.

“Fucking look at me!”

Alex was urfa escort scared, but looked at Masha as she had ordered.

“You’re going to eat my fucking ass. After you do it, you’ll never say another fucking word about it. Understand?”

Alex looked at Masha, horrified. “Are you serious?”

Before he knew it, Masha raised her leg and knocked Alex to the ground with the back of her foot. It didn’t hurt, because he had enough time to soften his fall by extending his arms in a push-up pose. Masha then lightly put pressure on his elbow with her foot to make him fall, face-first, to the carpet.

“Get on your back and stick your tongue out. It’s time to get to work.” Masha moved closer to him, trying to take off her shorts and panties as quickly as possible. She saw that Alex was in shock at what was happening, but she didn’t give a shit at all. She needed this, and Alex was home to give it to her. In her mind, it was logical for her to use Alex like this.

“Fucking move! Fuck, Alex. I don’t have all day. I need to be in class in an hour. Roll over!”

Alex started to roll over, but it was only because he wanted to get up and run to the escort urfa safety of his bedroom. Before he knew it, Masha was squatting on his face. He tried to push her off, but her legs were too strong.

“I took dance and gymnastics lessons for seven years before I moved here. Alex, sorry dude, but you aren’t going anywhere until I allow you. I can lock your face into position for hours if I want. Now stick your fucking tongue out.”

After squirming, shaking his head, and continuing to try to push Masha’s ass away from his mouth, he finally did as he was told. He stuck his tongue out, a little bit at first, then a little bit more, masking Masha moan. He was surprised, but he felt a swelling in his pants. He was beginning to find a rhythm in his licking, and he began to move his hands towards his pants when suddenly Masha screamed at him.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?” She pulled his hand away and slammed it hard onto the floor. “You are disgusting. I have no time for that today.” She pulled his hand toward her, then grabbed the other, pressed both on her hips, and said, “This is where you’re allowed to touch.”

She then squatted urfa escort bayan down hard on his mouth. Alex felt the full force of her body resting against his face, and he finally understood that he had to do what Masha wanted. Masha began grinding her ass against his face, still moaning. Alex was getting really excited listening to Masha moan. Even though it was was clear that Masha was just using his face as her personal ass-licking machine, he liked it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Masha got up. Her legs were shaking. She wobbled over to where she had thrown her panties and shorts, began putting them on.

“I’m going to go finish myself off in the bathroom and go to class. You’re really good at that.”

“I think I kind of liked it too.”

“Yeah, whatever. Maybe you’ll do it again for me, but probably not.”

Masha went to the bathroom, and when she closed the door, Alex crept to the door and stood outside to listen to Masha. It didn’t take long for Alex to hear a heavy sigh, letting him know that Masha had finished.

Suddenly, the door opened. Masha stood in front of Alex, looking enraged.

“Asshole! I saw your feet under the door. You fucking pervert!”

“I’m so sorry. I was just waiting for my turn in the bathroom.”

“Fucking lying creep. Here, take this.” She rubbed her fingers against his cheek, perfuming his face with her pussy.

I’m going to class now. Remember, we’re never going to speak of this again. Pretend this was all just a dream.”

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It was a warm Saturday night, and as usual I had a house full of teenagers. I didn’t mind, I loved their company, I don’t think I ever grew up as most of the time I felt more relaxed hanging with them than I did my “grown up” friends. My teenage son was there, and his older sister, and her fiancé John, and a couple of their mates.

We had all been for a drink, then come back to my house, where we smoked a bit grass, and everyone lay about on sofas or carpet chatting and putting the world to rights.

As was usual on these occasions, I seemed to end up having most of my conversations with one of John’s friends, a boy of 20 called Iain. Not only was he smarter than most of the other kids and could keep up with me mentally, but we had a similar sense of humor, and he always made me laugh with his wry quips. Often everyone else would end up crashing on the carpet or disappear to bed and he and I would sit talking until the sun came up. We usually flirted a little too, lighthearted stuff, but enough to make our conversations interesting with a slight sexual edge. I love flirting; I happen to think it’s one of many dying arts; I look at my daughter sometimes and think how all the subtlety seems to have disappeared from relationships. Her idea of flirting seemed to consist of saying to her fiancé, “I’m horny, shag me now.”

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m anything but a prude, but I do believe that there’s a sensuality that they are missing out on. The art of seduction is so much more subtle than they appreciate, or maybe I’m just older fashioned than I thought!

Anyway, this particular night was at the end of a stressful week for me, I was glad to have gotten to the weekend, and hoped a few drinks and a joint would relax some of the tension from my neck and shoulders, which had been getting more painful day by day as the week progressed. As the night wore on though, and kids fell asleep and went to bed, I realized it wasn’t working as well as I had hoped. I rubbed at my neck in a vain attempt to ease some of the muscles, and Iain saw me doing it and asked what was wrong.

“My back is killing me,” I explained to him.

“Sit on the floor and I’ll give you a massage.” He offered.

Now I knew he gave wonderful back rubs because I had seen him give them to other people. He was a black belt in Ju-jitsu and I’m not sure if his understanding of the muscle groups came from there, but he certainly seemed to know what he was doing and I had heard others praise how wonderful they were, so I eagerly agreed and slipped off the couch and sidled over a seats width so I was in front of him, facing forward, between his splayed legs.

He started kneading the muscles at the top of my shoulders, and I could immediately tell why he received so many requests, it was wonderful. His thumbs pushed deep into the painful knots in my neck and shoulders, working the tension out, immediately easing the pain.

“Oh, that’s lovely” I exclaimed as his thumbs worked their way down the vertebrae in my neck.

“It would be better if you lie on the floor,” he said, “that way I can do your whole back.”

Keen to have the pain between my shoulder blades eased the way he was my neck, I immediately found a large cushion to lie on the carpet, and went to lie on top of it.

“You’ll have to take your top off.” He told me in a matter of fact voice.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was a good idea, but he hadn’t sounded at all suggestive when he said it, so, thinking that if I’d paid £50 for a professional massage I would expect to undress for it, I did as he suggested, laid my top to one side, and made myself comfortable on the floor. I caught him looking at my breasts in my sheer black bra as I undressed, but he looked away quickly, and I put it down to being a typical guy. When he asked if I had any massage oil I directed him to a massage bar I had in a drawer, and he collected it and warmed the perfumed bar between his hands.

The sweet smell of vanilla and spices came to me as his hands began to work on my back, I loved the smell of the massage bar, and regularly used it as a body oil after my bath because the perfume was so sensual without being too heavy of overpowering.

I hadn’t realized just how sore and tense my muscles were until he began massaging them, it actually hurt as he pressed into the muscles on van escort either side of my spine, especially just at the bottom of my rib cage, and I couldn’t help a small groan of pain as he pressed heavily on them with the palms of his hands.

“Just relax,” he said as he continued unabated “they’ll loosen off.” And true to his word, as he slowly worked on each muscle over and over, the tension and pain drained away. In fact I became so relaxed I actually thought I may sleep for the first time in a week, the slow languorous hands working their way up and down my spine, and the lovely warm scent of the massage oil, were beginning to make me feel slightly drugged in a very pleasant way. I dimly heard a soft moan come from somewhere before realizing it was me, as the hands worked at the small of my back. The base of my spine has always been an erogenous zone for me, and I suddenly caught myself wishing he would gently nibble there. The realization that I was turned on was something of a shock, but I reassured myself that only I knew the effect this young boys hands were having.

His voice when he spoke to me seemed to come from far away, so engrossed was I enjoying the sensation of warm skilled hands rubbing down my spine.

“Take off your jeans and I’ll do your legs too.” He said.

Now there was definitely a small voice in my head at this point telling me this wasn’t a good idea, he was 16 years younger than me, and although I wasn’t entirely sure he was coming on to me, I had more than enough experience to know that it was heading in that direction. Therefore I was a bit surprised to hear myself murmur “Mmmm, yes please.” And reach under my stomach to undo my fly.

I moved up into a kneeling position to slide my jeans down my thighs, the realized my bra was falling off! When had that been undone?

Embarrassed now and more than a little self conscious, I tried to slip off my jeans without revealing any more of myself. God, how awful, I thought, realizing with dread that the body of a 36 year old with 3 kids is definitely NOT the same as the body of a 19 year old, which I thought was the age of his last girlfriend. Cringing inwardly, and I’m sure blushing furiously ( I always thought blushing was something you grew out of, but seemingly not) I hastily rearranged myself back on the carpet, now naked except for a pair of black lace, high cut panties.

He didn’t say a word as he warmed more oil in his hands and began spreading it up my legs, all the way from my ankles to my hips. His position to one side and slightly behind me meant that he probably had an exceptional view of my ass, and I suddenly wondered how much he could see through the lace panties. Could he tell that I was wet? Could he smell me? Was he embarrassed now and wishing he hadn’t offered to do this?

Worries drifted as he slowly began kneading the muscles at the backs of my calves though, the feeling was sublime. When he reached the backs of my knees I knew I was in trouble, another erogenous zone, and his thumbs seemed to be instinctually finding just the right spot, with just the right amount of pressure. My breathing definitely got more ragged as I tried to concentrate on not moaning out loud.

As his hands slipped upwards along the backs of my thighs, he suddenly moved, now sitting straddling my legs, as he worked oil into the tops of the my thighs, my hips, and my ass where it escaped the confines of the tiny slip of black lace. His hands on my ass caused an involuntary raising of my hips to meet him, and when his hands slipped down again, thumbs caressing the inside of my thighs, I couldn’t help but groan, and my legs parted slightly of their own accord.

The invitation was clearly there, and had he been a couple of years older, he no doubt would have taken it, but instead he just worked his way up and down my body, over and over again, until I felt like I was made of warm toffee.

I felt the need to say something to distract him from my obvious state of arousal, so I made some quip about how he could do this for a living, and that I should be paying him for his services. His reply, that he knew exactly how he would like to be paid, coupled with the realization that his breath was as ragged as mine, showed me that the hunger I was feeling wasn’t one sided at all. He was as turned van escort bayan on as I was, and knowing he wanted me too, that he was touching me and lusting after me as I had been him, snapped the last of my common sense and threw it out the window.

I started to move, and he took his weight up onto his knees, raising himself above me just enough for me to be able to roll over beneath him.

His face was flushed, and his eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my face, my body, and my breasts. Still obviously not sure enough of himself to do anything, he merely said “You are so beautiful” in a voice much huskier than normal.

Now I haven’t had a huge number of lovers in my time, and those I have had have always been much older than me, and usually very dominant when it came to lovemaking, but in this situation I was obviously the more experienced, and I could tell he was too scared to make the next move. If I had politely said thank you and gotten dressed at that point, he no doubt would have moved away with embarrassed speed, then jacked of when he got home, but that wouldn’t ease the ache I was feeling, so I needed to make a move.

Reaching up with one hand, I cupped it around his neck, pulling his face down towards me. He didn’t protest or stop me as I carefully brought his lips to mine, and when I slowly ran my tongue over his sensual top lip, I felt a shudder of desire go through him.

I let my tongue gently part his lips and push inside his mouth, his tongue was there waiting for me, gently stroking mine.

He pulled back from me slightly, looking into my eyes. I had a moment of panic thinking he was about to tell me I had made an awful mistake, but he was obviously just looking for permission to go on, and must have found it in my own lust darkened gaze, as when he lowered his head to kiss me again, all hesitation was gone. This time he controlled the kiss, starting gently, and then slowly adding more pressure as his tongue invaded my mouth, he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth before slowly running his tongue all around the inside edge of my lips. Oh god, he could kiss too!

He lay his body down next to mine, wrapping me in his strong arms as the kiss explored and deepened. One hand began to touch me again, caressing my shoulders and arm, my side and hip, but now the touch was purely sensual, and when he pulled my hip towards him, pressing my body hard against his, I could feel the state of his arousal.

Kissing seemed all he would do though, I waited for his hand to touch my breasts, to tear off my underwear, to do SOMETHING, but although his breathing was labored and he was obviously aroused, he did nothing but kiss me.

God, I thought, I had done everything but hang a neon sign saying YES above my head, why wasn’t anything happening?

Sod it, I thought, throwing all the rules about being ladylike out the window. I was too turned on to stop now, and if he wouldn’t do something, I was, and I’d worry about the consequences in the morning!

Rolling him over onto his back, I began to nibble my way down his neck, across his collarbone, and down to his chest, undoing shirt buttons as I went. His breathing told me I was doing ok, and when I lightly bit his nipple between my teeth, he let out a groan of such pure pleasure and need that I suddenly felt like a sex goddess!

Wow, I thought, all my life I had been seduced by men, letting them take control, I never realized what a rush it was to be the teacher for a change!

I moved across to his other nipple, repeating the process, sucking his nipple into my mouth, feeling it go hard against my tongue. I began to work my way down his torso, his body was wonderful, smooth skin over tight muscles, and I wanted to taste every inch of him. His breathing got faster the closer I got to his jeans, and I couldn’t help but wonder, had he had a blowjob before? From someone who knew what they were doing and genuinely loved it, rather than some young girl forcing herself to give it a try?

I realized then why older women are better in bed, it’s because we have no inhibitions, we’ve done it all before, and know how to do it right! So, ok, if I was going to do this, I was going to blow his mind! After that massage, he deserved it!

I knelt up as I reached his jeans, and reached escort van forward and undid his belt buckle. He looked uncomfortable now, I could tell part of him wanted me to stop, but it wasn’t a big enough part to actually make him stop me. He’s shy! I thought, when was the last time I had met a man shy of undressing for me? Actually, I wasn’t sure I ever had!

I leant back down to his mouth, and kissed him again, reassuring him as I undid his jeans.

His hands came up to tangle in my hair, his kiss was scorching now, he was so hot!

As I slid down his zip, I retraced my route down his body, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking, and sometimes biting his beautiful skin. When I got to his jeans, he raised his hips this time, all hesitation gone, overtaken by desire. I moved back slightly so I could slide his jeans and boxers down his long muscular legs. Oh God, he was beautiful!

The size of him took me by surprise, how could he have been shy with a cock like that hiding in his jeans? He was huge, and very very hard!

My hand reached out of its own accord and touched him, gently sliding my fingers over his length, his skin was so smooth, so young, I had never seen such a beautiful cock.

I bent towards him, slowly running my tongue from the base to the tip of his shaft, his answering groan sounded excited and shocked at once, and I knew right then that he had very little experience in this area! I slowly licked and nibbled all the way down again, this time moving on to his balls, sucking them one at a time into my mouth, caressing them with my hot wet tongue. His breathing got faster and faster, and his hand came up to grab my shoulder…..oh yes, he liked this! I continued to lick and suck his balls as my hand caressed up the inside of his thigh, gently scratching over the tender skin, then caressing the delicate area behind his balls, I thought about sliding a finger inside to caress his g spot, but didn’t want to scare him, so left that for another time, instead moving my mouth back up the length of him to slowly lick my way around the very tip of him, before slowly sucking him into my mouth, a half inch at a time, my tongue circling and caressing every new inch that entered.

I pursed my lips around the shaft, forming a tight circle around him before slowly sliding him in and out of my hungry mouth, all the time sliding my tongue up and down, around the head, sometimes firm and pointed, sometimes wet and wide as if licking a lollipop. My hand came up to caress his balls as I sucked, each time taking him further inside me, until he was at the back of my throat, and I had to shift my position slightly to get the angle right for him to move further. Concentrating now, breathing on the outstroke, as all air was shut off when he slid inside my throat, he was so big, and tasted so wonderful, I couldn’t help but groan with desire. Just knowing I was doing this, turning on this gorgeous boy, turned me on more than I ever imagined. When I sensed his urgency building, I pulled back slightly, letting my tongue concentrate on the most sensitive area at the head of his cock, while my hand moved up to meet my mouth forming a tight O round his shaft, moving back and forward together, faster and faster, tongue moving in crazy circles inside my mouth, until I felt him grow even harder, just before his hot come erupted into my mouth and down my throat. The groan he made came from the depths of his soul, and his whole body arched as he came endlessly into my greedy mouth, still sucking, wanting more of him.

“FUUUUCCCK!!” he cried as his eruption ended, and his tense body went suddenly limp beneath me.

I let him slip from my mouth, eliciting another groan as my lips caressed the now ultra sensitive head. I could have laughed I felt so smug, he looked dazed, light headed, and the look he turned to me was so filled with wonder and amazement, that I couldn’t resist a cheeky grin as I asked “Was that nice?”

“The universe just exploded out my dick” he gasped, then, pulling me down to kiss him with a very shaky arm, said “That was the most incredible experience of my life, thank you!” before kissing me hard on the lips. I lay down in the curve of his arm, happy and contented to have given him such joy, even though I was frustrated that I had been sidetracked from what I had wanted, which was that beautiful cock inside me!

I hadn’t taken into account the amazing energy of youth though; within minutes he rolled over to begin nuzzling my neck, braver now, his hand coming up to cup my breast as his thumb stroked lazily across my nipple.

“Now” he said “However can I return the favor?”

To Be Continued…

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