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Allison heard the click of the lock retracting when Jamie inserted his keycard. She propped herself up slightly on the bed and turned to see Jamie coming in the door, and to make sure his eyes were on her from the moment he was in the room. What Allison instead saw was a tall muscular black man, who she knew as Abdullah Bell, the team’s All-American running back. Behind Bell was Jamie, and behind Jamie was Jordan Moore, the All-American wide receiver who that night had set the NCAA record for most touchdown catches in a career.

Allison just looked at Jamie, and showed no emotion. He walked over to her and kissed her firmly on the lips, before pulling her off of the bed, whipping his cock out of his gym shorts, and forcing it into her mouth. Within seconds the other two men had gotten in close to Allison, and pulled out their own cocks. Allison reached a hand up and started stroking both cocks in rhythm with her mouth bobbing up and down on Jamie’s.

“Yeah, that’s a good little freak” Jamie moaned as Allison’s tongue swirled around his cock head “we are going to fuck you right tonight, a girl with your skills and energy deserves multiple dicks.”

Allison grinned around his dick, but internally was panicking. Allison had never been with more than one person at a time before. Allison was uncertain how this was going to work, but she trusted Jamie, and the idea of sucking a cock while being fucked was exhilarating. As these thoughts were chasing through her head Bell moved Allison’s head over to his cock, and she then moved her hand over to Jamie’s. Bell’s cock wasn’t as big as Jamie’s but it had a much more pronounced cockhead. She loved it, but was horrified by how large the cockhead was going to feel popping into her pussy. Bell was rougher than Jamie was, his hand had a firm grip on Allison’s blonde hair and was not letting her off of the cock hardly at all. In fact at two different points she was forced farther on to his cock than she as able to go and found herself sputtering and fighting her gag reflex as much as possible.

After the second gagging Jordan grabbed her hair violently and pulled her head over to him while saying it was his turn with that tongue. Allison got tangled moving her hands around and had to have the other two boys move her hands for her. Jordan’s cock was nice, it was a long white cock that wasn’t very thick, but was possibly longer than Jamie’s. For another few minutes she sucked Jordan off, until Jamie started to move her head back to his dick.

“No, just fuck me, this is too much work” Allison chocked out as she struggled to catch her breath and empty her mouth of the excess saliva.

Jamie pushed her onto all fours on the floor of the hotel room. She looked up and saw the other two guys stroking their cocks at her. Then she felt a warm liquid sensation on her ass, Allison had never felt lube before, but knew that was what she was feeling. Then she felt a light pressure on her asshole, and Jamie’s massive fingers slid inside of her.

“Ahhhh fuck” Allison shrieked out both from pain, and from pleasure. “Oh god damn, none of your cocks are going to fit in there fuck.”

Jamie gave her a firm smack on the ass and told her that his would, and Allison shuttered. Jamie laid down on the bed, and Jordan directed Allison to squat over his cock, and that Jamie would guide it in. Allison was genuinely scared of this. Jamie’s finger was too big for her, his cock was going to tear her in half.

Jamie slowly worked his way into her, while the other two guys sucked on her tits, and Jordan rubbed her clit. Oh Jesus Allison thought after several minutes. She was convinced that it was almost done, and told Jamie to go the rest of the way, he twice asked if she was sure, and when he was convinced she was he slid in all the way…Allison was wrong, Jamie was not most of the way in, Jamie may not have even been halfway in when he started. As the full shaft entered her ass Allison welled up with tears, but at the same time was hit with a heavy orgasm brought on by the attention on her tits, and ass, and clit.

When Jamie was all the way in he slowly fucked her up and down for another few minutes before Abdullah Bell positioned his cock at her pussy. Abdullah worked his way in with easy, and he and Jamie worked on building a rhythm together. When they were going strong Allison quickly had two more orgasms. Then Jordan climbed in front of Allison’s face, and without hesitation slid most of his cock into her mouth. Allison was too out of it from the fucking to notice how far his cock was going, and too drunk with ecstasy for her gag reflex to work. Within another minute Jordan was fully facefucking Allison, and was forcing his entire dick down her throat.

Allison quickly lost track of how many orgasms she was having. After twenty minutes Jordan blew his load down her throat and climbed off of her. Another minute later Abdullah shot one inside of her cunt, and this brought her over the edge to another orgasm. She started begging bahis firmaları and pleading with Jamie to cum, that she couldn’t handle much more. Jamie felt her ass tighten as she had another orgasm, and this was too much for him. Jamie blew a huge three day load in Allison’s ass, and when he did Allison came again.

Jamie pulled out of her, and Allison fell to the side of the bed delirious. Five minutes later Jordan noted that he had never gotten a crack at anything but her throat, and pushed Allison onto her stomach. Jordan entered Allison’s pussy, and thrust the full length of his cock into her in one fell swoop. Allison shrieked again, not expecting this, but quickly got used to it. He wasn’t as thick, which was welcome at this point, and he was plenty long. Allison rolled her face into her pillow as what seemed like the millionth orgasm rocked her, and the millionth and first came moments later when Jordan came inside of her. He climbed off of her, and instinctively she crawled around on the bed to clean off his cock.

After they were all finished with her Jordan and Abdullah left. Allison asked Jamie if she had pleased him and he told her that she had. Allison and Jamie laid on the bed sweating for another half hour before he got up to shower. While he did Allison laid exhausted and unable to move, but wanting to do more for Jamie after all he had just given her.

When she heard the shower turn off she got on her knees at the foot of the bed and waited to suck his cock again. He told her she didn’t need to, and the two fell asleep together.

After the Orange Bowl the dorms reopened, and Allison was able to get back onto campus. She and Janessa were able to resume fooling around frequently, and twice during that first week she was able to hook up with Jamie, and undoubtedly had the National Championship game not been looming only two weeks after getting back on campus it would have been more.

One night, after dinner with Janessa, Allison went back to her own dorm room and hung out with her roommate Dawn. Dawn had snuck a bottle of wine into the dorm, and the two girls got somewhat tipsy. While in their moderately inebriated state Dawn asked Allison if girls were better than guys at eating pussy. At that moment, Allison realized that only one guy had ever eaten her out, and that even then it wasn’t for very long.

“I’ve never really been able to compare them you know?” Allison said.

“Oh come on, I’m really curious. Ben is pretty good at it, but I bet girls are better.” Dawn replied. Ben was Dawn’s boyfriend, and the two had been together since they were freshmen in high school.

Dawn kept poking Allison about it, until Allison acted. In one motion Allison dropped from her spot on their dorm room futon, on the floor, and had pulled Dawn’s sweatpants and panties most of the way down. Dawn’s pussy was trimmed, but not bald, and Allison loved the look of the red pubic hair. Allison instantly started sucking away at Dawn’s clit. While she did, Dawn wrapped her thin legs around Allison’s shoulders and head, and pulled her in deep.

“Oh my god Allison, yeah you’re better oh god you’re so much better.” Dawn moaned.

Allison slid a finger into Dawn, and Dawn started shaking uncontrollably, and as she came practically broke Allison’s neck with how hard her legs clinched around her. After a few more minutes Dawn let her legs drop and slouched down on the futon.

“Oh god, I don’t think Ben will like this.” Dawn whispered after realizing what had happened.

“I bet that he would be perfectly fine with it if you let him watch next time.” Allison grinned.

“Would you be okay with that?” Dawn asked with a very obvious amount of excitement in her voice.

“Sure, he can even join in if you want him to. I’ve never been with a guy and a girl at the same time before. It would be fun!” Allison replied.

The next afternoon, when Allison got back to the dorm from tutoring, she walked in to find a naked Dawn, and a naked Ben on the couch making out. Allison did not say a word, she just walked over to them, while taking off her shirt and bra, and kneeled between Dawn’s legs. Allison started eating Dawn out while letting her hand move to Ben’s cock. She looked up to see Ben’s hands on Dawn’s very petite breasts, and Dawn’s chest heaving vigorously as an orgasm built.

Before Alison knew exactly what was happening though Ben had stopped touching Dawn, and was behind Allison removing her panties, after hiking up her skirt. Ben teased Allison’s cunt with his cock as she ate out Dawn, and when Dawn finally came, Ben plunged himself into Allison. Allison tried to keep eating Dawn out while she was being fucked, but eventually Dawn stopped her, and instead moved underneath Ben and Allison and started licking Allison’s clit while Ben fucked her.

The sensation Allison felt was unparalleled. She had loved having multiple guys in her, but having one guy, even one with an average cock like Ben’s and a tongue on her clit kaçak iddaa was insane. As Ben fucked her Allison came multiple times, and finally was nearly doubled over by the feeling of his cum flooding her while simultaneously Dawn gently bit down on her clit. After the orgasm subsided Dawn moved slightly and first licked Ben’s cock clean, before turning her attention to Allison’s cunt. Dawn drove her tongue deep into Allison’s pussy, as if she was trying to clean every inch of it up fro her boyfriend’s cum.

“That was a surprise.” Allison said after Ben left. She was still topless.

“I thought it would be a good one.” Dawn said “once I told Ben about it he really wanted to fuck you. So I let him. Besides, now he and I are even after you going down on me last night.” Dawn then kissed Allison deeply on the lips.

A week later Allison joined a cadre of other students en route to the National Championship game. Jamie had promised her that if they won, she would get a surprise similar to what he had given her after the semi-final game, and Allison spent more of the game curious about what was waiting for her than actually paying attention to the field.

Within five minute to go in the game and her boys already up by seventeen, Jamie threw a gorgeous forty yard pass for a touch down, on the ensuing kick on the return-man broke one tackle, thought he had the break away, but around his own forty-five, the ball was knocked loose, and returned for a touchdown. The boys were now up by thirty-one points after the extra point was called good, and Allison left the game and headed back to Jamie’s hotel room.

Two hours later the team finally arrived. Jamie walked in with Abdullah and Jordan. This time Allison hadn’t bothered with lingerie, she was just naked and kneeling on the floor. Jamie explained what he had set up for her this time. Twenty-one of the starters, and the team’s punter and kicker were going to get a shot at her. They would come in two at a time and one would be allowed to use her mouth the other either her asshole or her pussy. Jamie said he would wait till tomorrow morning to get his celebration.

Allison starred at him in utter disbelief for several seconds, not sure she really wanted to let that many guys have their way with her body, but not really sure how to say no either. After a few more seconds without a word Jordan picked Allison up, tossed her onto the bed, and began to throat fuck her, Abdullah immediately lubed his cock up, remarked on the fact that last time he hadn’t gotten to her ass, and slid himself in.

Allison realized as these two went at her that two men were better than three in this scenario. It was easy for her, and Jamie made the guys alternate between her ass and her pussy. Allison loved the attention she was getting. All night different men grabbed at her chest and her ass, they slid their tongues down her throat and remarked on how sexy she was. The intensity of the orgasms varied, whether he did it intentionally or not usually Jamie had paired up two players with large cocks, or two players with average cocks at a time, and he usually had given her a break between the biggest dicks.

The second to last pair to walk in were Luke Young and Dedrick Griffin. Luke was a freshman, and a phenomenal free-safety, his performance during the title game was largely why the team had racked up such a huge lead, as he had pulled in three interceptions in the first quarter, and two more in the third. Dedrick on the other was another key part of the secondary, and widely considered the best cornerback in a generation, his performance had also been impressive, recording two of his own interceptions, and he was the special teams player who ran the fumble back for a touchdown in the fourth. When they walked in Allison was already delirious from having been fucked by twenty other guys. She was tired, and could barely think straight after so many orgasms, and so much pounding. She was however able to realize how important these two were, and told them that they could fuck any of her holes that they wanted to.

With that Dedrick laid down on the bed, just like Jamie had done, but he wanted her to ride his cock cowgirl style, while Luke took her ass. She gladly complied. As she was pounded in and out Dedrick grabbed her tits. She loved it. She loved when he would stop them from swinging and squeeze them and suck on them. She loved that he occasionally gave them a little smack, as if competing with the smacks Luke was giving her ass. Finally they both came. Allison barely had the strength to roll off of Dedrick’s chest, and had completely lost track of how many dicks at fucked her. The double penetrating orgasms that Dedrick and Luke had left her with had been the best of the night. On top of that Luke’s dick was the best she had ever had. It was ten inches long, and really thick, but he knew how to use it effectively and it never felt like too much in her ass.

Allison thought she was done and told Jamie she wanted to shower. Jamie kaçak bahis stopped her, and told her she had one left. Allison almost started crying, she literally couldn’t take anymore. Jamie told her to shower, and that this one could wait a half hour or so.

In the shower Allison’s sat on the floor and let the water pour over her. As tired as she was she was loving the night. She wanted Jamie’s cock in the morning, even if she just blew him, she wanted him. She loved that ten different guys had blown loads down her throat, and that both her asshole and her cunt were leaking with cum. It was the first time Allison felt like a true slut, and truth be told, she didn’t care at all.

After about forty minutes had passed Jamie came and got her. She walked back into the bedroom part of the hotel and saw Big Vincent Long in front of her. He was shirtless, and was quiet possibly the largest man she had ever actually seen. Allison wasn’t short, and was above average for a girl. But Vince was huge, he was six foot eleven. The guy weighed about three fifty and was nearly all muscle. Vincent was an All-Conference, All-American starting Center. He was a consensus pick to go in the top five slots in the upcoming NFL Draft. Allison walked over to him and dropped to her knees. While she did she pulled his gym shorts down and the most curious cock was in front of her. Vince was big, probably nine inches. His cockhead was huge it was two inches round, and nearly three inches wide. His cock then continued for an inch or two before it had a large bulge in the middle that was wider than his cockhead and then the remainder of the shaft.

Allison was intimidated by it. The cockhead was bigger than Jamie’s or Luke’s, and that center bulge was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She started to suck Vince’s cock, but he really wasn’t interested in it, he wanted her pussy, and told her as much. She got on the bed on all fours, and he stood behind her. As Vince rubbed his cock against her pussy she shuttered. It was big. It was scary big. Vince did not seem to mind that he was so large and shoved his way into her pussy. Thank god she was wet from earlier, and from the shower because he slid in with only minimal pain. Allison instantly thought to how Sam had raped her and what that experience would have been like with Vince.

Allison begged him to be gentle with her, and in response Vince drove his cock deep into her pussy, Allison felt the resistance of her cunt as the center bulge started into her, as the middle part of it entered Allison her arms gave out from the pain and she collapsed, but Vince held her upright.

“Ugh” Allison screamed “that hurts stop please.”

Vince did slow down, but did not stop. He slowly eased all of himself into her, he slowly fucked her for a few minutes, and as time went on increased the pace of his pumps. After another five minutes Vince was tired of being gentle and instead grabbed the back of her hair and pulled it upward. With her head pulled up, and her back being forced to arch Allison thought she probably looked like a complete and utter whore. Vince placed his other hand on Allison’s hip and began to roughly fuck her. Vince fucked Allison roughly. His hand forced her body forward and backward and took nearly his entire cock out of her. Each time he thrust in Allison felt the bulge stretch her wider and wider. Allison finally adjusted to him and started propelling herself back onto his cock making the impact of each time their bodies hit louder and more intense.

Minutes after Allison adjusted Vincent came. Vincent came with greater force than anyone Allison had ever been with. He came so hard inside of her that some literally hot back out around his cock. The force of his orgasm was more intense than anyone Allison had ever felt, and as soon as she pulled out she felt a cold emptiness. She immediately turned around and started sucking at his cock, trying to get more out of him. She wanted another shot from him, but he didn’t give it to her. Instead he let her clean his cock off, and then got dressed and left.

Jamie looked at her. He told her that she was his favorite little freak and Allison grinned.

“Do you want to give your freak a ride? My asshole is aching for a big black dick.” She shyly whispered.

Jamie laid her down and fucked her asshole like an animal. He came deep inside of her and the two went to bed.

The next morning Allison could barely walk and her legs felt like Jell-O for a week after the fuckfest. Allison got Luke and Vince’s numbers from Jamie. She needed both of those cocks in her again. Plus she knew that after May, Jamie and Vince would be in the NFL and Allison needed one stable football player to fill her cunt next year.

The rest of the semester progressed normally. Janessa loved the FeelDoe, and she and Allison used it weekly. Dawn and Ben would randomly bring Allison into the bedroom with them, and she was happy to provide some spice to their relationship. Vince had sex once a week, only on Saturday nights, and he always made the girl stay until he left for church on Sunday. Allison became a regular with him. Because Vince only came once a week each orgasm of his was as intense as the one before it.

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**The following is a story that contains unclean themes. Gross stuff like mud, general unwashedness, piss, watersports etc. etc. If that’s what you like, keep on going. If its not? Stop now. Cause its coming ahead.**

Sherry and Evan were a couple in distress. About a year and a half in their marriage was in a rough spot. The honeymoon was over, and the love was gone. Well… Mostly gone. Now and again they’d have a moment. The last one they both remembered was going out for ice-cream and Evan had spilled some on sherry, down her shirt. Then, in ‘revenge’ she had spilled some down his pants. After some playful fun, that had lead to a final romantic night two months ago, but ever since that messy session they had had more trouble.

Marriage counseling was a yes, a few months ago they had tried one, then another, then another, then another. Things weren’t turning up.

One night at a small event with some friends Sherry and Evan were chatting with a couple that had gotten married a few months before them. The duo were a bit slobbish, the wife and husband both somewhat smelly, the house a bit of a mess, the two of them barefoot in their muddy backyard. Evan spoke to the husband while he worked on the barbeque. “I see you and the missus are getting along great.” He said as he watched the man cook, spilling pits of grime on himself.

“Yeah. We found a marriage counselor. It took a month or two, but we’ve gotten waaaay better together now. Ya know? More open n’all that.”

Sherry was having a similar conversation as she watched TV in the somewhat dirty living room. “You and your husband are getting along amazingly. Me and Evan are…” She sighed.

“That bad?” She asked.

“I feel like I’m between one and three month from divorce papers.”

“We found a great marriage counselor about eight months ago. It took a bit, but if he works you’ll be fucking your hubby plenty more before you serve the papers, at least at the longer date.”

Evan blinked. “Really? That quick. I feel like… We barely have that much time left.”

The husband laughed as he put the food on the plate, before starting to walk inside, not wiping his feet as he tracked mud through the doorway. “You got the beans ready?” He asked.

“Yes dear!” His wife let out, she got up, walked passed, gave her husbands rear a quick grope, while her bare feet teased his muddy toes, and she walked to the beans, Sherry following the wife.

“The mess doesn’t bother you?” Sherry asked quiet-ish.

“Dear, no. We’re going to have a little gassy contest later.” The wife laughed. “But yes, after counseling we got together a lot better. We have issues, certainly, but we’ve haven’t had any hiccups since the couseling, aside from his mothers china. But that’s honestly it.”

The husband sighed. “I do miss Mom’s china.” He told Evan, “But its water under the bridge. I’ll dig up the therapists contact info, and send it as soon as I find it.” He said to him.

—-

Two weeks later they had an appointment. The counselor was in a house, or a residential building rather. They had done a small pre-questionnaire to get things started. One in unison, and after one each. The second was a bit of a surprise, but the doctor had explained as much.

As they entered the building, using the ‘work’ entrance as recommended they noticed a dirt path through some mud to another door. Neither paid it much mind as they entered.

The house was a bit messy, and a faint odor hit their noses. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t outright offensive. Through a door a younger looking woman sat behind a laptop, typing away before looking at paper. She looked up as the door closed. “Oh! hello!” She said with a smile. “Sherry? Evan? Lovely to meet you, I’m Doctor Rosenthall.” She said getting up, “Rose for short. Come in, come in.” She said as she motioned for the other two to enter. She was a bit messy, but cute, red-haired, dressed formal and quite warm.

There were two chairs, opposite one for Rose. “Come, take a seat.” She said as she motioned to the seats letting them sit down before she herself sat down. “So. You two are in dire straits? You both filled out the same number of counselors, at six. Which is a good sign in one way, and bad in others. I should start by saying that no marriage counselor is 100% successful. And if one says they are, they are either very new, very extreme liars, or possibly both. You both don’t seem to be in that category of auto reject, but I may be very wrong. With that said, my success rate in terms of one year after counseling is 75%, and while numbers further out are harder to track, they hover around two thirds overall.” She said with a pause. “And bahis siteleri with that, I will have to warn, we will likely of course do strange things. Including rather… Unconventional treatments. Especially with you two. However, lets get started on the basics first.”

Rose began the treatment with the sheets, and reading off a few things. Marriage goals, issues, speaking. About two hours later, and with some frustration on all side, but small amounts of relief, she gently put her hands on Evan and Sherry’s shoulders. “Alright. Relax you two.” She said voice calm. “This will not be a painless process, as I said, phase one is weekly meetings. You both work from home, so we’re going to assume this time is good. And… For now we’ll have week two be two hours. My schedule is open.” She paused. “Now then. Homework. One week only, very easy.” She laughed. “I will ask you both to not do something.” She paused. “For one week. I will ask you both to not have sex, not shower, and not change your underwear. For the no sex, I recommend sleeping in separate beds. You mentioned the guest bedroom, I will let that happen between you.”

“Wait… What?” Evan asked a bit confused.

“That… Is… Quite different.” Sherry said also turned off.

“I know its odd, but trust me. It is one of the core tenets to my work. And even more in your case. Since… Well… You both know how you answered your questionnaire. I won’t reveal that. Certain things only come out when requested. However. Well, look I am asking, one week. You know your friends who recommended you to me? I promise they did the same. Trust me. There was a phase a while ago where they became a bit isolated? If you want to know more, ask them, I will recommend the same general therapy for you. Maybe change some details, based on progress, but, they went through this step. I will not force you too, but… If you want call and ask? Just know that if you don’t follow at least reasonably close, you will have slower, worse, or possibly no progress. For it all? I want no cleaning besides hand-washing, and no underwear changing, as well as no sex. Masturbation is ok. You can masturbate as much as you both wish, I do recommend in separate rooms. As a small condolence, I promise the no-sex part won’t last forever.”

There was more than a little disbelief, but the gentle Rose had gotten a bit strict with her tone. Sherry and Evan both left feeling a little beaten. Once outside Sherry quickly texted their couple friends.

On the way back they got their reply. ‘Yeah. It was weird. But try it. At least two weeks. You both work from home so it should be fine’.

“So…” Sherry said as she flashed the phone at Evan at a red light.

“I’m driving you know.”

“R-right. She says that they did the same thing… At least two weeks. We do both work from home so at least we don’t have that. But… Um…” She shrunk into her seat some, her phone buzzing. Another text saying, more or less, the same from the other part of the couple. “He said the same, basically, he said up to two three months. But other than that. Not much.”

“They have been a bit dirtier since that time they went away.” Evan muttered. “Well… We can try one week, like Rose said. If its too much… We stop.”

Sherry paused and nodded. “Y-yeah ok.” She said. Her and Evan couldn’t look at each other. “I… I can take the guest bedroom. If you don’t mind I’d like to move my toys there.” They had some openness in the relationship. Both of them had some toys to aid self-pleasure. Not a ton, but it was for times of extreme duress.

At home they settled things. They had dinner together and took to their separate rooms. Evan and Sherry both struggled a bit to sleep. The only times they didn’t share a bed, even at their worse, was when one was sick. And things felt a bit off. Thus, despite their plans, both ended up masturbating to help pass the time, both of their rooms a ways apart, so they couldn’t hear each other.

Sherry had a dildo which she worked in and out of herself. “Mmm. F-fuck!” She said dripping with sweat. It was the middle of the heated summer, and she was a bit sweaty from a little time outside. Not to mention her stress from this all was making it harder on herself. “I’m jealous. He always cums so quickly.” She let out. “Fucking lazy bum. Never goddamn thinks of me. I want him to cum closer to me!” She huffed as she worked herself up, feeling the sweat. Some part of her realized that she would be stuck with this… And kinda liked it. She wasn’t in love with it, but well, if she was gonna be like this for up to, god, three months, she would make Evan suffer with her stink.

Evan was thinking similar thoughts. Much canlı bahis siteleri simpler he was jerking himself off with one hand, reaching an orgasm a fair bit easier than Sherry. He reached his climax with less work than Sherry, cumming all over himself without realizing it. He looked down at his crotch. “I should wa-” He paused and took a moment as he looked at himself. “Fuck… Well… Fuck it. She can deal with my man scent. I’ve wasted some time like that before.” He sighed as he got up to use the toilet and pass out.

The next day the both awoke smelling just a bit funky. Neither particularly minded or noticed. Both of them, as mentioned, worked from home. Sherry in business, trading stocks from home, and Evan in computer science, virtual networking things mainly. So they stayed home, sticking around.

At a point Evan got bored and, in his workstation, somewhat isolated from Sherry, he quietly opened up some porn and began to jerk it. There was some consensus between the couple that masturbation was ok. And… Right now, with the ‘permission’ of Rose Evan was feeling like doing a little extra… Work. He made sure that when he came he came all over himself, not his things. And realized that he was gonna stink of cum come one week.

Dinner was a touch awkward, Evan smelling a fair bit more of sex. Not too much, but a bit more. Still they both slept, Sherry masturbating once more herself.

Day three was when things really started to smell. Sherry masturbating once a day every day, and Evan doing at least two a day. Cum stained his abdomen, and he and her both smelled a fair bit as they had well, not washed in a few days. “I was thinking.” Sherry started. “I wasn’t gonna shave if we’re not going to shower for a while.”

Evan coughed a bit mid-drink, spilling some orange juice down his shirt. He paused and took a moment.

“Is that a no?” Sherry asked blinking in surprise.

When Evan could breathe again he paused. “I… I mean wh-whatever. It just seemed sudden. Any reason?”

“W-well… if we’re not going to wash for a few weeks, why worry about how hairy I am? A-after all we aren’t sleeping together for a while. You wouldn’t be too bothered would you?”

“Its fine… Do whatever you like.” Evan said a bit surprised. “I won’t stop you… Nothing wrong there. I’m gonna keep shaving my face… Moustaches suck.” Some side effects of shaving, but with no washing were hairs on his skin. He was allowed a damp paper towel to scrape that off, but only on his shoulders. Some trimmed hair ran down his chest, mild irritation.

“Fine. You do you, and I’ll do me.” She glanced at Evan, noticing the juice soaking into his bare chest. He had gone shirtless this morning, so she got a nice view of his chest. Not the most sculpted or manliest, but with the juice dribbling down, heading below the table to his waist… She liked it, her groin a little damp. She had been noticing some increase in arousal, her scent turning her on a fair bit as time passed. She had a feeling she was going to masturbate more often as time passed.

That morning passed by without much worry. They both were getting more comfortable in their smells. Smelling a bit worse as time went by. Evan masturbated once at his desk, a fairly sticky mess around his loins, while Sherry masturbated twice. Both of them were getting quite sticky, and… That only seemed get them more excited.

With them both breaking for lunch around noon the couple felt rather good. Sherry was closer to her afterglow than Evan, but both were enjoying a fading high. Not much was said at lunch as they both got something light. The afternoon passed roughly the same, with John masturbating once more, and Sherry doing the same.

Days three through six had very much the same life schedule. The smelly couple found themselves more and more aroused, and the temptation for sex grew, but they were able to keep it down for now. Each day though, they smelled a fair bit worse. Evan could get out three orgasms a day, his crotch sticky and splattered in cum, while Sherry reach up to five. And even if they hadn’t, since they had been wearing the same underwear for six days stains and smears were spreading on their underwear. Both of them smelled, but it turned them on almost painfully. Both of them masturbated in their beds before even having breakfast, let alone during the day. And both were quietly loving this. more and more.

Day seven, the next appointment. They both awoke, each in their own bedroom. Horny as ever, masturbating and cumming. John had a rather sticky splatter on his groin fairly permanently affixed. Sherry had a similar sticky mess around her loins, although not quite güvenilir bahis as tangible as Johns.

After breakfast they watched TV and spoke, breaking apart for one more masturbation time, covering it up with talking about ‘being hungry’ and ‘having to use the toilet’ before it was time for the appointment.

The drive was a bit awkward. The scent of sex and sweat potent in the car. Both of them were turned on by it, but they managed for the modest drive over. When there they walked in and met with the councilor.

Rosenthall met them, her nose going wild. Nobody had come in before them today it seemed. “Hello. I can tell you both have been following my instructions. Now then how did things go this week?”

What followed was a faithful recount of the week from both of them. While not 100% of the truth, broadly both admitted to frequent masturbation, although how much was played down, and they admitted, to different degrees, somewhat liking their body odors.

After a while Rosenthall nodded. “Good… You both may make it through my trial a bit quicker than normal. I’m going to ask that you both skip washing and changing your underwear as long as possible. However… After this week if you wish too you may call me if you cannot tolerate it. Having said that you both are tracking like some of my best cases, so I believe you will both do well. And… I do have some good news. Next week, sex is back on. You both may fuck as much as you like.” She hummed.

Evan and Sherry both rather like that news. Masturbation was good, but sex… Well did more need to be said?

“But, as mentioned you both will still smell. And… If things work out. Get used to your underwear.” She said with a slight hint of personal delight. “And as mentioned, no showers. I’m sure you’re a bit sticky, but a little stick for love is fine.” She said with a smile. “Having said that, the ban on sex fades once you get home… Really its once you leave my office, but well, public fornication isn’t legal.” She chuckled. “Does that sound reasonable.”

“I’m ok with that.” Sherry said.

“I can wait till I get home.” Evan said a bit faster.

“Good. You two go ahead. Have fun. Make a mess of things. Part of the process of all this is getting reacquainted with smells. So maybe don’t be afraid to re-wear clothes. As mentioned you both work from home, and seem to be ok so far. So don’t be afraid to make messes. Its only natural.” She hummed.

While they both weren’t exactly thrilled about this mess making thing. Well both Sherry and Evan were excited at the prospect of sex again. “Anything else doc?” Evan asked.

“Well… I will ask if you can keep as many clothes on as possible. Your scents of sex being in them is key to the counseling process. However just keeping it on after you work things out will be decent. The more of yourself in your clothes the better though.”

Sherry and Evan nodded, far too eager to begin their normal sex sessions once more, this sweaty smelly living having driven their libido’s wild.

When they were finished Rosenthall wished them well as she sent the duo along. Evan drove a bit fast for his normal habits. And when they got home both of them walked with purpose.

Putting their keys and phones aside, Evan and Sherry started to strip. However Sherry spoke up. “She wanted us to try and stay as clothed as possible. Do we want to try that?” She asked.

Evan paused. “Yeah. Less stripping to do so.” He said as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants only, Sherry doing the same with hers.

Sherry noticed the dried cum on his waist. “You mentioned having masturbated plenty. But… Well.” She chuckled. “You were quite something.”

John blushed before putting his hand to Sherry’s pussy lips. “I mean. You aren’t that clean either are you?” His fingers wormed around. “Not as visible, but almost as sticky.”

Sherry moaned. She had been moist from just their combined smell to be honest. “Just stop teasing me and fuck already!” She huffed.

John didn’t need to be asked twice. His cock was semi-hard already. Going to their normal bedroom, currently Sherry’s bedroom, and right into the bed.

It took naught but a few moments, making sure the lights were on, before John slipped right into Sherry and both of them shivered in a moment of pleasure. It had been just a week, but if felt like forever. Their scents mingling. There wasn’t anything too crazy in their act, but it felt so refreshing. Sweat running down their bodies as John made three climaxes, a personal record. Sherry hit five herself. It was physically exhausting. Both of them, and their clothes drenched in sweat. Their loins smeared in sex juices from both of them. After pulling out John and Sherry both passed out pretty quickly, falling asleep in the sweaty sheets. Content with their marriage, imagining the week ahead, without another shower, and lots more sex between them both.

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John has a disgusting fetish. He is excited by exploring and smelling the most unattractive, dirty, discoloured, rough textured, sweaty and usually hidden places of a hairy women’s body such as the soles and heels of her feet, in her armpits, around her buttocks between her legs and especially down inside the deepest recesses of her bottom.

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The girl was around 19 years old and not particularly attractive, but she had been more than willing to accept the fifty pounds John had offered her to pull her pants down and show him what she looked like between her legs. It was more money than she had seen in over six months of sleeping rough in the park, and if she managed it carefully it would mean food and cigarettes for maybe the next six.

John had seen her slouched on the park bench many times as he walked by on his way home from the office. Each time she had looked up and asked if he could spare some change. But on this occasion he stopped and studied her more closely. She was of average height and appeared to be very skinny from the look of the loose, crumpled jumper and jeans that barely fitted her at all. Although her face was quite plain, what made her appealing was the dusky hue to her skin and the tumble of thick dark hair which cascaded around her shoulders. He imagined she probably hadn’t washed or combed it for quite a while — but the combination of her skin colour and mass of black hair suggested the probability that lower down, other parts of her body might be very interesting indeed. He tossed down a coin into her collecting tin.

“What’s your name?”

“Diane” she said simply and immediately John was able to detect some kind of eastern European accent. His heart started to race slightly.

“Spare some more change?”

“How much d’you need?”

“Whatever you got — some pounds…”

“Ok. But only if you want to earn it.”

“Earn it, how?” A pause while she considered the man. “I’m no hooker.”

“No it’s not that.”

“What then? You have job? What you want me to do?”

“I have twenty pounds for you if you’ll do one easy thing for me?”

“Twenty pounds! You joking? What thing?” her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Nothing illegal.”

“OK, no problem, whatever you want.”

“OK then. Show me down there,” John pointed at her crotch.

“What?”

“I want to look between your legs — no sex — just to look.”

“You’re a pervert yes?”

“Kind of,” admitted John, “I just like dark hairy girls.”

“You think I’m hairy?”

“Well, from all the telltale signs, seems quite likely”

“What telltale signs?”

“Black hair for one, thick eyebrows, some dark wisps down the side of your ears…”

“You’re weird.”

“Yes – but am I right?”

“I’ll tell you for a quid.”

John fumbled in his pocket and quickly pulled out some change. “Here.”

She grabbed at the coins. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes you are right. I am pretty hairy.”

“You must have taken over two pounds there! You owe me some more information. Tell me something else.”

“Thick black hairs — everywhere, under my arms, on my legs, other places…”

“What other places specifically?”

“Between my legs. I don’t shave at all.”

“I knew it! Will you show me?”

“For twenty quid, yes?”

“Yes, twenty pounds. Here…” He showed her a hand full of crisp five pound notes.

“She stared right at him for a moment and then whispered: “Ok, yes you have deal, I’ll let you perv me for twenty quid.”

“Right up close and for as long as I want?”

“How close?”

“Well, I suppose close enough to see everything in detail. About like this,” John demonstrated by leaning in to her and stopping about a foot from her face.”

“That’s too close. It’s not like I take a shower every morning. You know what I’m saying?”

“You mean you smell. Ok, thirty quid then; as close as I want so I can smell you.”

“You don’t mean that surely. You actually want to smell me?”

“Sure.”

“You might regret that. OK, deal. Thirty quid right now and I’ll show you everything. You got a place to go?”

“No. Will have to be here in the park. Maybe in the bushes over there?”

“No way. Only safe place I can think is the ladies over there.” She pointed at an old brick building hidden in the trees. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but for some reason she did not fear this man. She badly needed the money and something in her instinct told her he was genuine; a pervert maybe but not a rapist. She had also seen the roll of notes in his wallet and considered the possibility that maybe there was more she could earn without too much more effort.

John was equally nervous — someone he knew might see them – but he was already far beyond doing the sensible thing right now. His heart was racing and his tummy was turning somersaults in anticipation of what she was about to show him. He just had to go through with it. He counted out from a small wad of five pound notes internet casino and handed her the thirty. She immediately took it and stuffed it into her jeans pocket.

“OK, now come and see what you paid for. I warn you it’s not pretty down there. I try to clean up in these toilets every night, but it’s not easy just sitting over a basin and trying to hold down those funny taps that only dribble out a bit of cold water.”

“Yes, I can imagine,” he replied.

As she led the way to the public toilet block, John’s heart rate quickened and his imagination started running wild. What would it look like — her unwashed, black, hairy cunt. He could hardly contain himself.

Inside, the building was quite old but reasonably clean. Fortunately it was very well lit from the direct sunlight beaming in through the high level windows. Good, he would be able to clearly see all the true, natural colours of her private areas.

Diane closed the door behind them and slid across a makeshift bolt. “I put this on myself so I can hide away in private. Sometimes, when it’s raining, I sleep on the floor. Nobody bothers me in here because they think the toilet is closed up for the night.”

“Perfect,” replied John approvingly.

“How d’you want to do this?”

John spotted an old metal framed chair tucked away in the corner. He went over and dragged into position. “Well, no fuss. I’m just going to sit down on this chair here while you stand in front of me and pull down your pants.”

“OK.” She positioned herself about two metres from where he was now sitting.

“No come closer so you’re in the bright light and I can see you properly”, instructed John, “and then turn around.”

“I thought you wanted to see my pubes?”

“I do, I do, but I want to watch you from behind first if that’s OK.”

“Ok, I’ll come a little nearer – but definitely no touching.”

“I promise not to touch you. Now stand right here Diane,” he said pointing at a spot on the floor only two feet away.”

“OK, but don’t say I didn’t warn you about my smell.”

“I want to smell you.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do, really, I don’t care how dirty you are.”

“OK, anything you want. Which part of me do you want to smell?”

“Your bottom.”

“Ugh really? That’s just too gross. I’d rather you didn’t”

“Please Diane?”

“But its just that…well you know, I can’t clean myself properly.”

“So?”

“So?” she exclaimed. “So my ass is filthy! It just too embarrassing for words.”

“I want to see it too…”

“My ass?”

“Yes, but right in your crack, I mean with your buttocks spread right apart.”

He could sense she was starting to hesitate.

“How about another tenner, make it forty quid?”

“You really are a pervert you know that? Well it’s your money I suppose. OK, sure, I’ll spread for you. Give me the extra ten.” She reached behind her and opened out her palm.

“Here.” He peeled off another couple of notes. “Now just bend forward slightly for me.”

As Diane bent over, John leaned forwards and thrust his nose towards the centre seam of her jean-clad buttocks. He took an experimental breath. All at once the rank stench of her stale body odour, tinged with the acrid smell of ammonia washed over his senses.

“Jesus, you’re right.”

“You sure you really want me to do this?”

“More than ever!” he glanced at the swelling in his trousers, “just pull your pants down for me Diane and show me everything you’ve got.”

“OK, here goes I guess.” She tugged at her belt, which was all that was really holding up her jeans and then pushed them down over her hips to reveal a pair of threadbare cotton panties. They had presumably had once been white, but after wearing the same pair for over three months, periodically rinsing them through in the toilet basin, she had allowed them to turn various mottled shades of cream.

“My God!” exclaimed John in a hoass whisper. “Your pants are disgusting.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Take them off,” ordered John.

“OK, don’t rush me,” and with that she hooked her thumbs into the panty elastic and slowly stuffed them down into the gusset of her jeans. She then let the grubby bundle drop down to her knees under their own weight. As they fell past his face, he was wafted with the pungent smells emanating from the inside of her bottom.

John now had a full on view of her naked buttocks. They were small, firm and round and slightly yellow in colour. If it hadn’t been for the smattering of small reddish spots dotted all over them, they would have been extremely attractive. But the smell was quite rank.

“That what you wanted — take a good deep breath eh?”

“You know that what I really want to see is your smelly little anus don’t you – see if it’s all hairy.”

“I think you might have guessed by now.”

“Just bend right over and show me.”

By now John was aching for her so badly – not to fuck her – but to see just how far she was prepared to degrade herself in return for just a few canlı poker oyna pounds.

“OK, if you really want.” She started to bend forward.

“No,no!” he shouted. “Stop, don’t show me just yet. I have a better idea. Can you kneel up on the basin and then lean forward against the mirror.”

“Make up your mind mister. How am going to get up there like this with my pants down round my legs.?”

“Just try for me please. The view will be so much better.”

“OK, whatever.” She waddled over to the basin, clutching her pants tight between her knees and then with some grunting and cursing, launched herself up onto the cold melamine worktop. John followed her over with his chair, and repositioned himself below the basin.

“Can you lift your bottom up?”

“OK, OK I’m trying my best but I’m all tangled up.” Her jeans and pants were still bunched up at her knees making any kind of movement very difficult.

“It’ll be easier if you pull your pants right down.”

After steadying herself for a moment, Diane reached behind her and tried to wriggle her undergarments down around her ankles. It was a most awkward and unladylike manoeuvre, causing her to clench and unclench her buttocks as she struggled with her clothes.

“Push your ass right out in my face when you do that!”

“Sure.”

She worked her knees into position around the porcelain basin and then cautiously bent her head, leaned forward against the mirror and pushed her butt cheeks up and out into space.

As she presented her naked, yellow buttocks in front of his face, John leant forward and positioned his nose within an inch of the dark smelly crevice of Diane’s bottom. Each time her crack opened slightly, he feasted his nostrils. It was unpleasant but not all smelling of shit as he had feared. He immediately recognised the stale odour of female anal slime. He knew the whole cleft of her buttocks must be coated in it. But it was not offensive to him at all, just so very, very musty and sweaty.

“Now open up your butt cheeks for me so I can inspect your asshole!”

“OK mister. Just be patient. I’m trying to stop falling off here!”

“I’m sorry.”

Diane recovered her balance and twisted round to look at him.

“What is it with you anyway – that you pay a girl to show herself like this?”

“Look I’m sorry, I really am. I can’t help it. Please don’t think I’m just a craved pervert or something.”

“But you are!”

“No. Look, some people are into, I don’t know, say rubber, or bondage or other kinky stuff. Just think of it like that, except I’m turned on by…other things.”

“Like smelling a girl’s dirty ass?”

“Not just that.”

“What else?”

“What do you mean?”

“What else turns you on, you creep?”

“Stop this. You’re making me uncomfortable,” said John. “I can’t talk about it.”

“YOU’RE uncomfortable!” replied Diane. “It’s not you that’s got to endure the utter humiliation and shame of what you’ve asked ME to do.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“What, you think I should be grateful? Some poor Polish girl whose hitched halfway across Europe to find a new life; who has no money and has to sleep on a park bench every night; who has a first class honours degree in psychology but who can’t find a job even working behind a bar, whose only offer of work in six weeks is to pull down her pants and spread open her naked butt cheeks so some rich pervert can stare up her dirty bum!”

“Look I’m paying you well for doing this.”

“I know. I know. I need the money alright. You know I do. I just want to understand some more. What it is that makes you want to humiliate me like this?”

John looked away for a moment. He had never before attempted to describe or explain his fetishes to anyone — even to himself.

“OK. Look, I’m not really sure I can explain it to you rationally. You’re a proud educated woman yes? Under normal circumstances, at home in Poland, you would never even consider doing what I have just paid you to do?”

“Damn right.”

“But I can make you degrade yourself like this, as no-one has been able to do before, because you need the money right?”

“Yes, I’m starving hungry.”

“And I need to satisfy my curiosity to see you naked.”

“To want to see me naked I can understand; but like this?”

“Yes. Exactly like this; at your most vulnerable. I want see you displaying yourself to me in the most degrading and shameful positions. I want to see all the parts of your body that embarrass you, that you would normally want to hide from a man: the unattractive places, the dirty places, the smelly places.”

“No woman would want to show these things.”

“I know, that’s what turns me on so much.”

“Tell me.”

“OK, well…” he paused to consider how much detail to go into. “I like to examine and take close-up photographs of all those private, hidden places on a girl’s body.”

“Just to look?”

“Yes, I’ve looked at many women in this way, from all different nationalities — it’s fascinating to compare poker oyna them, all the colours and textures of their exotic private parts from black to brown to yellow and pink and everything in between. Now I want to look at the secret parts of YOUR body; for example where you grow embarrassing body hair; the areas of your skin which are discoloured, not smooth but maybe hard and scaly, or flaky ,or vividly coloured, or full of wrinkles, creases and stretch marks, or pimples and moles and blemishes or festering spots”

“Ugh. You mean between my legs I assume?”

“Yes, mostly between your legs but also elsewhere — such as around your breasts, under your arms, around your heels and on the soles of your feet.” John now found himself being carried away with excitement: “I want to smell all these places, feel their texture and roughness, pull on your pubic hairs, search out all your other embarrassing body hair, squeeze the puss out of any angry spots on your ass, stretch open all the creases and folds of skin around your genitals, expose your clitoris, pull out your inner lips, look into your Polish cunt hole and see if you have any warts, examine your tiny little piss hole, open up your smelly, yellow coloured ass crack and sniff all around your anus and slide my fingers around in the slime and sweat and dried on mucus which I know all women accumulate in those gloriously filthy orifices.”

Diane just stared incredulously.

“And if I could Diane, I would make you display these all these things in front of an audience of people you know, like your very best male friends, bosses at work, lecherous teachers from school, past boyfriends you have walked out on and all the other men who have always fancied you but you have turned down because you thought yourself too good for them. Does that explain it to you?”

That is the most grossly disgusting, perverted thing I have ever heard in my whole life!”

“You wanted to know.”

“Yes.”

“And I’ve paid to do all these things.”

“Not quite. You’ve paid to look but not to touch.”

“How much do you want to let me do everything I’ve just described for as long a time as I want?”

“Expensive.”

“How expensive?”

“Another one hundred pounds!” she said without hesitation.

“Everything? For one hundred forty pounds?”

“Yes. Well you don’t want sex, so I guess there’s no harm in it. Just long as pay me right now, up front, I’ll show you every last little detail of my body you want to see.”

“And I can feel everything?”

“Yes.”

“Your asshole, your cunt, your feet, your pits?”

“Yes! I said yes! Don’t keep reminding me of how filthy it is. Just give me the money before I change my mind.”

“OK deal. Let’s get started!”

“You want to see my bottom first yes?”

“Yes. Let’s start with your bottom and the soles of your feet; then completely strip naked and show me all around your cunt and your tits and under your arms.”

“The money first…”

John counted out five twenty pound notes and handed to Diane. She nodded and then slowly turned round again.

“Lift up Diane.”

“Like this?” she asked, as she raised her bottom high up into the air.

“Now spread.”

As he stared transfixed, she gently prised her spotty cheeks apart. John now had a front row seat on the hottest show in town. There before him, stretched wide open on display, was this wretched girl’s entire genital region.

“OK you pervert, this is what my asshole looks like…”

She was no model, but the view was amazing. Diane had the largest coloured halo around her anus he had ever seen in his life. It was several skin tones darker than the inner walls of her crack; a dirty yellow-brown stain of course skin, very spotty and coated in a translucent whitish paste. A thin forest of wiry black hairs sprouted randomly around the circle and down along the inner creases of her thighs. Dead centre, his eyes were drawn to the ugly, bulging knot of her slime covered sphincter, It was deeply ridged and surrounded by a ragged circle of curly hairs, some of which were stuck together in tufts, stiff with the dried-on remains from her last shit. Elsewhere, tiny shreds of white toilet paper were embedded into the sticky creases of her puckered ring. Further back, hanging down like ripe fruit, he could clearly see the wrinkled brown wattle of her generous cunt lips. They were peeking out from a huge growth of thick black pubic hair which was just brushing the surface of worktop on which she was squatting.

So this was what the inside of the Polish girl’s bottom looked like. Under the circumstances, she had done a reasonable job at trying to keep it clean. Although there was some evidence of smearing from where she had wiped herself — the anal hairs stuck flat against her skin at the top end of her crack – it was altogether not as dirty as he had been expecting.

“Wow Diane! Your asshole is magnificent, so colourful and hairy. Can’t wait ’til you spread your cunt for me!”

“So you’re not disappointed then?”

“The view is amazing! But I need to indulge ALL my senses to fully appreciate it.” He leaned in to sniff at her hole. “The scent of your ass is so intoxicating! Do you mind if I run my fingers round the edge of your asshole and play with your little anus hairs?”

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One year my wife and I got into a few new things. We did pot, went to a nude beach, had parties. She has great natural breasts but always wore a bra. I always wanted her to be more sexual in public and go braless. I would like it if men looked at her tits and her nipples as they brushed against her shirt and poked through.

We had a party one night and had a little wine before the guests arrived. It was the kind of party where I never knew who would show up, the word just got around. Good music, food, beer, booze and some dope.

This night she came downstairs wearing a red button down silk shirt and jeans, no bra under the shirt. Her 36C breasts swayed under that fabulous red silk as she walked a sly smile across her lips. A dozen heads turned appreciatively. She purposely brushed by me on the way to the kitchen grinning as my eyes were feasting on her swaying tits and nipples poking through the red silk.

“Happy now?” She whispered to me with a grin across her lips.

We danced a few dances together, each time she backed into me and brushed across my cock her breasts swaying. Finally one song came on, and canlı bahis şirketleri she stayed backed into me and I put my arm around her from behind and rested my hand under the blouse on her bare stomach. As we swayed from the music and wine, I slid my other hand around as well, and felt her take a sharp intake of air and swell her breasts against her shirt.

“How do you feel?” I asked in her ear.

“I feel great she said, don’t stop there”

There was fifteen or twenty people around us all engaged in there own dancing and no attention was on us. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t know if we were being watched or not. I moved my hands up from her warm smooth belly and brushed the silky sides of her breasts and the undersides with my fingertips.

She moaned slightly, and I whispered “everyone is watching us, should I go on?”

I felt her nod “yes, I want them to see.”

I un-buttoned her top and second and third button and kept swaying with her. Her breasts strained against the last button. My fingertips stroked her already hard nipples. I opened the last button and the front of her canlı kaçak iddaa blouse parted. I cupped her breasts in each of my hands and stroked her nipples to long hardness. By then everyone had stopped dancing and was watching us. All eyes were on her fabulous breasts. I bared her breasts and tugged on her hard nipples.

She whispered “take me upstairs” and I swept her up in my arms.

I said “sorry folks” and brought her up to our bed.

“I’m going to leave the door open” I said, and laid her down on her stomach. I went behind her and tugged her jeans down and began to lick her ass before they were all the way off. She hadn’t worn panties and the scent of her excited pussy was there. I tied a scarf around her still shut eyes so that she could not see the open door (no one had followed us) and I said “there are a few people watching from the doorway, what do you want?”

She was breathless “I want them to se my swaying tits and you sucking me and fucking me” I reached around and drew off the red silk blouse and her breasts swung free her nipples swollen. I stroked her swaying breasts as I licked her canlı kaçak bahis shaven cunt and said that there were people watching us.

As I said so, she convulsed and sat deeply onto my face and came. I reached up and cupped her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She leaned back and moaned so loudly that I thought people would actually come running up to see if I was killing her.

My face was drenched, with her wetness. My cock was still confined in my jeans and was killing me to get out. She turned around un zipped my pants and slid them down. My cock sprang up and she licked from my balls up the shaft to my now throbbing cockhead. She licked the pre cum that had started to ooze, and swallowed me to the root. I went back to sucking on her labia again, but in a few seconds I exploded in an ejaculation that nearly flew across the room. She was stroking my cock with her hand and tonguing my balls at the time. My ejaculate had landed half on her breasts and half on the sheet. I finger fucked her as I continued to to tongue her ass and labia.

My cock was still hard and she sat on it sliding me deeply into her pussy as she said “so you liked my swinging tits under the red shirt eh’”

I said “God yes”, and she smiled again.

A while later we went downstairs again, and were greeted by great applause and laughter from the crowd. The party continued into the night.

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“Wanna play?”

Magic words those, especially when delivered in sultry tones by a sexy voluptuous brunette like Isabella.

“Sure” I replied nonchalantly, as I stepped aside in my open doorway and motioned for her to come in.

She reached up to exchange her usual European double cheek-kiss and as she did so whispered: “I wanna try what we talked about” in my ear.

I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but I had a general idea from the sexual aura she was giving off and I sure wasn’t going to second guess her.

“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets” I intoned imperiously, while running my hands affectionately over her delectable arse. “I insist on it!”

“No, it is I who insists on it!!” she replied, while pushing her arse back against my hands.

I felt the familiar rush of blood, the heightened awareness, the adrenalin pumping through my veins as I followed her up the stairs to my bedroom. Chemistry can be a powerful thing and with Isabella, it was there in bucket loads.

Isabella turned in my bedroom doorway and glanced back at the closed door of my housemate.

“Is he home?” she mouthed silently.

“Uh huh!” I replied. She grinned and pushed me onto the bed, landing on top of me and running her fingers lightly over my face and down my chest while she looked down at me.

“I guess we better shut your door then” she whispered.

“I wouldn’t want him to cop an accidental eyeful! Is that thing on?” As usual Isabella had leapt from one thing to the next and was now eyeing my webcam with interest.

“Not yet, but it can be!” I said, sitting up and logging it on while she draped her arms around me from behind and nibbled contentedly on my ear and neck.

I pressed the ‘Record’ button on my screen and she poked her tongue out at the image of herself draped over me, licking and kissing. From its location on top of the computer, the webcam covered the bed and the windows behind it completely.

I watched with genuine amusement as Isabella stood up on the bed behind me and began to dance sexily at the camera, cupping her clothed breasts in her hands and one by one undoing the buttons on her dress. She slowly, teasingly pulled the dress apart showing her bra and then knelt behind me again, pushing her breasts into my back as she whispered in my ear.

“I’m really horny and I want to try something new.”

I reached behind me and pressed my hands into the v between her legs, grinning cheekily into the camera as I did so. I could feel her push back, rubbing her entire body up against me.

“So, what did you have in mind?” I said, now slowly rubbing my palms and fingers over her stomach. With a predictable amount of unpredictability, Isabella suddenly leaned over my shoulder and cupped her hands over my ears while she addressed bahis firmaları our images on the computer screen. Distant Italian filled my ears, the sounds vibrant, rich, and understood not at all by me.

“Ciao Paolo. Come stai? Hai riposate bene!! No fumare molto. Boun pomerigio. Ciao.”

She tossed her curly hair as if to emphasise her point and examined her image from different sides, trying to turn her head and watch herself as she did so.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me!” I said, pulling her up against me from behind.

“Can you speak Russian?”

“OK, enough!” she said imperiously and stood up again, ignoring my reference to fishes called Wanda.

“I need to go to the toilet. Turn that thing off, because when I get back I’m gonna need your undivided attention.”

I clicked the ‘Stop’ button on the screen and the image disappeared, quickly followed by Isabella making a beeline for the bathroom.

I sat there for a minute, debating within myself. Then, having come to a decision, I minimised the viewing window and as I heard the toilet flush, I pressed the ‘Record’ button again. The small red light on top of the webcam blinked back at me.

Then Isabella was back standing in front of me and demanding a hug; turning around and facing the ’empty’ screen as I undid her bra and helped her out of her dress; lying with her legs spread on my bed facing the screen as I slid her panties down her legs, as I ran my fingers lightly over her thighs, across the top of her pubic area, tracing a line slowly but surely down to her already moist pussy.

“Come here!” she said as I traced her pussy lips with the lightest of touches, her eyes widening as I suddenly squeezed her clitoris gently between my thumb and forefinger.

“And get naked,” she added, her fingers reaching for my half erect cock.

I pulled my shorts and t-shirt off and then moved up her body, kissing and licking her salty skin slowly until I was almost sitting on her breasts, my cock dangling invitingly in front of her face.

Her eyes narrowed as she began to dry fist my shaft, then she pulled me forward and began licking around my darkening knob.

I could feel the blood draining from my head, suffusing my loins with desire, as I reached behind her and positioned the pillows so that her head was comfortably inclined. Then I was pushing the head of my cock insistently past her lips and that soft, wet, liquid feeling enveloped my knob and my shaft, forcing an involuntary groan from me.

She was looking up at me, her eyes purposefully seeking mine as her head bobbed furiously up and down on my cock. Her wanton gaze was almost too much for me and I swivelled, knowing I was close and determined that I would not cum alone.

My mouth found the wetness in the separation kaçak iddaa of her legs and my tongue began to lick along her slit, flicking her clit at the end of each stroke.

I could feel more than hear her sounds of encouragement as my cock pistoned into her wet and willing mouth. I slid my thumb into her wet pussy, coating it with her juices, and then left a trail of fluid as I traced the path from her pussy to her small puckered anus.

I massaged the liquid into her arsehole, my thumb making gentle circular motions while I waited for a response of some kind. We had not yet explored my playing with this forbidden entrance, but I loved the thought of probing all her orifices and when she moaned and lifted her legs to make access easier, I took it as encouragement to continue.

I could feel her anus flaring in time with my tongue which was now pushing rhythmically inside, lapping at the inner walls of her inviting pink gash. Sweat now coated both our bodies, a pink hue indicating our ever-increasing state of arousal.

Ever so gently I continued to massage her now distinctly wet anus with my greasy thumb, until with a sudden pop, I was through her thick rubbery sphincter and encased in her hot steamy arse.

She came with a scream, the sound vibrating on my cock as her pussy convulsed onto my mouth and her anus contracted wildly around my thumb. A second later I was cumming too, semen seeping out of the sides of her mouth and over her cheek, her neck, her hair.

I twisted around, sliding up her body, the sweat and our combined fluids forming a moist connection between us. Still highly aroused, I licked her cheek, rubbed my face against hers and then kissed her, my tongue invading her mouth, the salty taste of my semen mingling with the tart taste of her pussy juices.

She moved beneath me, her body beginning to writhe and I could feel my flaccid cock slowly hardening as it slid, wet with sweat, against her hip.

“God that was awesome” she breathed at me, still panting from her exertions.

“I want to try it, now!” she added, pushing me off her and then rolling onto her hands and knees.

“Fuck me in the arse, please?” she pleaded, her head turned back towards me, her pussy and arse coated with our combined juices.

I rubbed myself up against her arse cheeks, feeling my cock quickly becoming erect again, my hands gently holding her hips still.

“Are you sure?” I asked, knowing she had not done this before.

“I want to know what it feels like!” she responded without hesitation.

“Make me like it!”

My finger slid easily into her already well lubricated arse while I grabbed her sexy full buttock with the other and continued to rub myself against, feeling my cock getting harder and harder.

“Put it in?!” she muttered impatiently, kaçak bahis and I slid my cock once, twice, into her wet pussy to get it nicely lubricated.

Positioning my knob at the puckered opening of her chocolate starfish, I leaned forward and pushed her head down into the pillows, taking her arms and making her grab and spread her arse cheeks with both hands.

A low groan of complaint came from the pillows as I forced my cock head slowly past her powerful and very tight sphincter.

“Ohh, shit!!” she complained as I continued, the irony of her choice of words completely lost on me.

“Short, sharp breaths” I hissed at her as I slowly started a rocking motion, watching my cock disappearing into her arse a millimetre at a time.

I could hear her panting as she adjusted to my cock, her small breathy cries of pain and pleasure making my cock ache.

It was truly agony and ecstasy.

The sight of her poor ring, perfectly positioned between the two luscious globes of her arse and stretched to capacity around my thick shaft was heaven. The heat as her tight velvety arse massaged my knob like a glove, the view of her sexy back curved for our pleasure and her head buried wantonly in the pillows, all of this made me want to slam myself into her without a care for the consequences.

By degrees I felt her anus adapt and as it did, I began to move more freely, until I was pounding in and out of her stretched butt hole, my face flushed red with the force of my impending ejaculation. I knew I would not last long.

When I felt her pushing back, heard her finally grunting with enjoyment on the end of each thrust, it was too much and I came, convulsing like a marionette, my semen splattering the inner walls of her rectum.

“Wow” Isabella moaned, collapsing beneath me and pulling me down on top of her.

“Don’t move.”

I lay on top of her, that familiar yet strange lassitude suffusing my body. Finally my flaccid cock slipped out of her wet arse and I rolled over beside her.

“Was it what you expected, wanted?” I asked her as I lay there, tracing her jaw lightly with my finger.

“Mmmmmm” she moaned appreciatively and licked at the side of my face.

“I loved it, more than I ever thought I would! Your bloody cock has stretched my arse though; I’ll need recovery time before we do it again. Until then, you’ll have to beat off to the memory of this session!” she said, making small bite marks on the skin of my neck while her hand playfully fondled my penis.

“Do you reckon you will? Think about how I let you fuck me up the arse for the first time? Remember me with my head buried in the pillows? Think of the way we skin glistened with sweat and the sound and smell of us as you fucked my arse?!”

She licked my lips, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

That was when I suddenly remembered the webcam.

Isabella felt me suddenly hardening in her hand and looked up at me, a comically surprised look on her face.

“Again?” she asked incredulously.

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Terror filled Alene’s heart, the last thing she needed after last night was this. Jen stood at her doorstep, the woman who turned her life into a living nightmare.

“Jen? What are you doing here?” Alene asked. While her body wanted to escape, her mind was still fuzzy with last night’s alcohol. She knew she should run but as last night came back to her she remained locked in place. “I deserve whatever you’ll do to me, I’ve been foolish and ruined our lives.” Alene said in a voice that came to terms with what was going to happen.

For a moment the girls’ eyes locked, Jen’s blue eyes pierced Alene’s soul. “Do it, punish me, I deserve it.” Once again Alene encouraged Jen to act. For an eternity the girls were frozen in their places.

Jen was the first to move, the moment she started Alene reacted. She closed her jet-black eyes, turned her head and lifted her hands to protect herself from the incoming attack, she waited for the pain to come…

No pain came, she returned to her former position and saw Jen, she was on her knees, looking at the floor. For the first time in two years she heard her former lover’s voice. “I cannot start to make up for what happened, I do not expect you to forgive me, I just want to say that I come in peace…”

Alene couldn’t believe what her ears were hearing, she had a hard time processing the words into an understandable sentence. “Are you for real? Am I dreaming?” Alene pinched her arm, she didn’t know if there is any truth to the concept of a pinch waking you up from a dream, but she had to try. It hurt her, this was no dream. “You cursed me,” Alene started recounting her pain, “you got me into trouble with my boss, you RAPED my friends and threatened us. I am calling the cops right now!” Alene walked inside to look for her phone, but Jen’s voice stopped her.

“I did… Everything was my work, I have brought you so much pain, I have no intention providing you with excuses so you could forgive me. I deserve to be punished, if you want me to I would kill myself right here and now.” As Jen spoke she pulled out a knife and placed it over her wrist.

“No…” Alene shouted when she understood Jen’s intentions, “please, no more… Come in.”

Jen got up and walked in, she was clearly as shocked as Alene was. She closed the door behind her. Alene walked to the kitchen and took a seat, she gestured Jen to join her at the table, which Jen did.

“it’s been two years…” Alene started, “two years of constant fear, for you and from you Jen. Why are you even here? Didn’t you promise you’d leave us alone if I undid your spell? I stopped using magic…”

“I promised, but I am a fool Alene, I am a stupid bitch and I made so many mistakes…” Jen paused, “How do I even start? It was a fucked-up plan just showing at your door and asking for redemption…”

Jen remained silent. “We both made mistakes…” Alene admitted, “please start from the beginning, I need to know what happened… I need to hear it…”

“It was a bad idea, asking for a cock like yours, it was too much, you were right, you were trying to protect me from this, but I didn’t listen. After I left I traveled to France, stayed there for a few weeks… one morning I woke up with something I never thought possible…”

“A cock…” Alene whispered in amazement.

“No… The cock was no surprise, I saw yours after all. I woke up with a sexual appetite… I never thought someone could crave sex on such a level… I was rock hard, and every inch of my body yelled for sex, I couldn’t even think.” Jen took a deep breath, “I fucked so many people while making my way back here. I can’t even remember how many…”

“That is what happened to Paula’s husband…” Alene felt the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place.

“Who is Paula?” Jen said, snapping back out of her memories.

“Never mind, please tell me what happened next.” Alene implored.

“I don’t know, I just know that at some point I started thinking again, I understood what was going on, I understood that you cursed me with this… I was not thinking clearly, no. I wasn’t thinking at all… I fucked a girl and left her at your house to let you know I got back. I don’t remember it too clearly, I just remember leaving her here.” Jen pointed to the point where she and Nadia found Nicky.

“What happened next?” Alene understood that the scene that filled all her nightmares over the last month was coming up.

“I lost any grasp I had on common sense Alene, I won’t sugar coat it, I raped your girls, I just wanted to stop feeling the sexual need for a moment, for a nano-second. I told them to deliver a message, to tell you I want you to stop my spell.”

“I stopped Jen, just like you demanded, no more magic, you see?” Alene lifted her skirt and exposed her lower region to Jen, “no cock, no magic!”

Jen got up and peered into Alene’s soul, her movements were slow and deliberant, “then please tell me Alene,” Jen lifted her own skirt up, “why do I still have this?” Jen’s cock dangled below her knees, it was canlı bahis a flaccid monster.

Understanding dawned on Alene’s face, “You are my guardian…”

“I don’t understand Alene, it just won’t go away,” it was clear Jen was confused, she started crying. “It just won’t go away, I can hardly walk down the street with it. You stopped using magic but it’s still here. I tried everything, I came, I fucked, no matter what I do it’s still here!”

Alene inspected the woman before her. She was slim and tender, about Alene’s height. Her hair, a shiny brown, fell down her shoulders and stopped mid-way down her chest where a pair of massive breasts heaved with each shuddered breath. Even after everything that Jennifer black put her through she couldn’t help but see the poor, confused and frustrated woman before her as she cried.

Elpis’s words came back to her from last year, she knew what had to be done. Against her better judgment she opened her mouth, “Jen, I am so sorry to see how things turned out. You brought me a world of fear and pain… I can’t believe I am doing this but please come stay with us.” Both girls were shocked with what Alene said.

“I can’t, I raped your girls Alene. How could I look them in the eyes?” Jen cried, lost and confused.

“You can’t, and that is why we need some help. Just please, before I do this, give me your word that we are done hurting each other.”

“You have my word Alene, I swear, I am done hurting you or anyone. I just want to go back to the way things were.”

“Very well, come with me, we need to go see Sabrina.” Jen was confused, “she is my shrink, if anyone can help us sort this out it is here. Let me just make a call and we’ll be on our way.”

Alene picked up her cell and called Sabrina.

“Hi Alene, how are you doing?” her soft voice came through the earpiece.

“Ahmmm… well, like everything in my life, it’s complicated… I need to meet you.”

“Sure, are you free Sunday?” Sabrina wondered, it seemed to Alene she was used to this type of calls.

“No, no, I mean now. Can you meet us now?”

“I am sorry Alene but now is not a good time. how about Saturday?”

“I’ll pay you triple…” Alene had no idea where she found the audacity to say what she said but after a moment of silence Sabrina spoke again.

“It’s a real emergency, I don’t usually do this but come over, I am here and free for the next three hours. No need to pay me triple…”

“Thank you, Sabrina, we’re on our way.” Alene smiled to herself.

“Drive safely. By the way, who is we?”

“You won’t believe this… it’s Jen.” Alene was said in a rushed voice.

“The Jen?” Sabrina asked, she was clearly surprised.

“Yes, I’ll explain everything when I get there.” And with that Alene ended the call, she turned to Jen and noticed she stopped crying. “Come with me Jen, the car is outside.”

Jen nodded in silent compliance. The girls walked to Alene’s car and drove off to Sabrina’s clinic.

———–

“Thank you for accepting us on such a short notice Sabrina.” Alene said as she opened the door to the office. “Jen is outside at the moment, I want to get you up to date before I call her in.”

“That is reasonable, please come in and close the door behind you.” Alene did as she was told and took a seat before Sabrina. “Listen Alene, I want you to know you are safe here. I remember what Jen did to you and your girlfriends,” Sabrina pulled a remote control and showed it to Alene, “This controls my office, just say the word and I’ll get the police here. We’ll be safe, she won’t even know we call the cops until they get here, just say the word Alene.”

“No, Sabrina, there’s no need for that, it’s quite the way around, I think Jen want to amend for what she did.” Alene felt like she needed to get things back on track, “ok, please hear me out Sabrina. Last night I had a fight with Nadia and was just plain stupid, the girls left me for now but don’t worry about that, I’ll solve that issue by myself. This morning Jen came to my door, she wants to make amends. Could you please help us with that?”

Sabrina was a bit shocked, she had experience with couple therapy before but a story like Alene’s was something new to her. “Ok, I’ll do it. Just take the remote Alene, if for any reason you feel in danger click the button with the bell, it will get the police here in 60 seconds.”

Alene nodded at Sabrina, “Jen, please come in.” She called out.

The girls waited a moment before the door opened and in walked Jen. “Good morning doctor.”

“Please call me Sabrina, how are you feeling Jen? Please sit down.” Sabrina pointed to a chair, making sure she and Alene won’t be physically close.

“Alene said I can be honest with you, I feel like I want to die.” Sabrina had experience under her belt, she took notice of Jen’s soft, submitting voice as she said those harsh words. Alene is right, this woman is not here for a fight.

“Please, Jen,” Sabrina tried to calm her down “I understand what you are saying, but please bahis siteleri give me a chance to help you, don’t you want to fix the situation?” Jen nodded yes, her eyes started to tear up. “Please start from the top, I want Alene to hear your side of the story.”

“I was stupid, that’s my side of the story. Did Alene talk to you about her magic and what it did to us?” Jen asked Sabrina.

“I did,” Alene answered the question, “I told her everything.”

“I envied her body, what she could do, I wanted to be like her… I was stupid, I have no excuses.”

“Envy is a natural human reaction, you have no reason to be ashamed of it.” Sabrina attempted explaining the human nature with the hope it will encourage Jen to open up.

“Envy is normal, blackmailing your lover to get what you want is not, it’s fucked up and that’s exactly what I did.” Jen started outright crying. Sabrina felt like this cry was an honest call for help.

“Alene told me I should drop it, she told me I don’t want it and she was right, but I was too foolish to listen…” Jen went silent for a moment, she sobbed and went on, “I fucked my life, I fucked her life. I’m a damn rapist just because I didn’t listen.”

The room was shocked by Jen’s words, yet she moved on. “I thought that if the magic went away I would get better, I was wrong again, I was stuck with this…” she lifted her dress a little and exposed her giant penis. Sabrina couldn’t help but look at it with awe.

Alene brought Sabrina out of her shock, “Sabrina, I want to do something that might seem like the most witless idea.”

“Please don’t judge yourself girls this clinic has no room for judgement, Let’s hear your idea Alene.” Sabrina took control.

“We both made mistakes, big mistakes… but what happened cannot be changed, I want us to open a new page Jen, leave everything behind and start over.” As Alene spoke her eyes started filling with tears, Sabrina could tell she is being brutally honest. “Don’t you want to start over Jen? Get things right this time?”

“I do Alene, more than anything,” Jen looked at Sabrina, “but do you think it’s a good idea?”

“Well,” Sabrina felt strangely comfortable with the girls, “you can do it, but you have to set rules if you hope for this to work. Any relationship is based on an unwritten ruleset, yours shouldn’t be any different. Pick a neutral place and start from there…”

Jen thought for a moment, she looked Alene in the eyes, right into her soul. “Please let me fix the problem I created Alene… please… let me treat us to an hotel I know, it’s called Sunset Cabin, I can pay if you want, your invited as well Sabrina.”

Alene smiled, “I’ll go, but on one condition Jen, we split the bill.”

Jen smiled back, it was the first smile Alene saw on her face since they parted. She turned to Sabrina, “will you join us?”

Sabrina was content with the achievements of the meeting, “I have other patients, but I’ll drop for a visit tomorrow.”

Alene paid Sabrina and the girls left to the car. “can we start with lunch? I’m starving.” Jen asked.

“Sure thing, Pasta? I have the perfect place” Alene offered.

“After everything I put you through you still remember my favorites… Pasta please.” Jen smiled.

Alene drove them to a place she knew Jen loved, the girl sat down and had a decent meal.

“Where did you live all this time?” Alene asked, trying to fill the gap.

“Basically, on the street. I spent the nights either on the street or at the houses of people I fucked.” Jen was opening her cards like there’s no tomorrow.

“Must have been a nightmare.”

“It was, I hardly remember most of it, I just remember the sexual need.” Jen admitted, “you didn’t have an easy time either right?”

“At first when you left life was good, but soon enough I learned what happened to you and I have to say I found it scared me. I was afraid you’d rape me like you did all the others…” Alene looked at the table, “I am still afraid of it.”

“I know we fell out and you have no reason to believe me, but I promise Alene, I will never rape you, never!” Jen felt like she couldn’t convey the message clearly enough, “Let me rephrase that, I will kill myself before I think of raping you Alene Raven…”

The words that left Jen’s mouth had unbelievable power, Alene and Jen looked into each other’s eyes and silence filled their world. Alene felt like Jen was telling the truth and did the unexpected.

“Jennifer Black, can I take you on a date tonight?” Alene offered. It sounded crazy, but she felt like it was the right thing to say.

“With pleasure.” Jen’s face filled with a smile, her cheeks lifting up,

“Now,” Alene tried to lighten the situation, “I want you to know I never have sex on the first date.”

“I know for a fact you’re lying Alene, I remember the first time we met, you fucked me and Nadia like the world was ending.” Jen reminisced

“Too true, well, shell we go?” Alene offered, and the girls were off again.

——–

The sunset colored bahis şirketleri the world around Alene and Jen shades of gentle red and loving pink. The girls walked along the shore and talked about everything, catching up on the life they missed.

“So, I am your guardian?” Jen tried to understand.

“Right.” Alene confirmed.

“And that is why my cock is still here even after you stopped using magic?”

“100% correct,” Alene answered.

Jen stopped in her tracks, “Now that things changed, that I no longer want to harm you, will you go back to magic?” she asked.

“I… I…” Alene found it hard to answer the question, “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about that.”

“It’s getting dark,” Jen mentioned the world around them, “We should head back to our hotel.” Alene agreed, and the girls walked along the shoreline to their hotel as the sun cleared the sky and the moon took her place.

Once they reached their room and closed the door behind them Jen led Alene over to the window, on the 15th floor they had a view to the sea and the best part was that this was a one way window, the girls had all the privacy they needed.

“I should change,” Alene thought out loud, “I’ll use the bathroom.”

“You can change here, we saw each other naked before, it’s no big deal.” Jen offered but saw Alene was Hesitating, “look, I’ll go first.” And with no other warning Jen unclipped the shoulders of her dress and allowed the green garment to succumb to gravity. Within seconds She undid her bra and was naked before Alene.

“Umm…” Alene was a little surprised but snapped out of it, “ok… You know what, I’m game, you promised not to hurt me, and I believe you.” Alene started undressing. She slowly removed her dress and tossed it at the corner of the bed, she had no need for a bra, with no magic in her life she was flat as a board, she remained in her white panties. Jen was mesmerized by Alene’s figure. “You are so different from the last time I saw you…”

“Well, you saw me with magic, this is the real me… the real, simple, factory default Alene.”

“You are amazing,” Jen muttered. Alene noticed the girl’s cock started to stiffen and grow.

“I’m turning you on, aren’t I?” Alene asked.

“You are, but please don’t think anything of it,” Jen reached out and grabbed her expending rod with both hands as it reached an awe inspiring size, ” you never have sex on the first date, right?”

“well, I… I think I broke that rule a long time ago…” Now Alene took her turn to gaze at the beautiful woman before her, “besides this isn’t our first date.”

“I want you, it’s not something I can deny,” Jen motioned to her cock, “but I really don’t want to pressure you into doing it.”

“You aren’t… Can I please touch it?” Alene wondered.

Jen didn’t speak, she just motioned her head, letting Alene know she can. The girl closed the distance between them and placed her hand on Jen’s warm cock, its skin soft and gentle, she had no veins running along its length. She felt it’s mass drop onto her as Jen let go of it and looked down at her lover. Alene looked back and started moving her hands across the penis. Her pace was slow, she took her time and looked for Jen’s reaction to her movement: did she moan when Alene’s hand cascaded from her tip to the thick base? How she reacted to the little kisses she placed on the head. Every little movement was noted, and soon enough Jen was wailing and moaning with pleasure.

Jen backed away suddenly. “Did I do something wrong?” Alene wondered.

“No…” she gasped, “I am close to coming,” her cock started leaking lightly.

“I wanted you to come,” Alene protested.

“I know but I can’t come more than once, I guess in that aspect I’m more like a man…”

Alene walked over to the bed and rested on her back, “Want to fuck me and unload inside me?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want Alene?”

Alene smiled at Jen, “More than anything in the world.” Jen walked over and placed the tip against Alene’s dripping lower lips, she was burning with need. “Just be gentle with me.” Alene asked

“Promise.” Jen said as she started pushing. Alene’s body showed no resistance, her lips parted, inviting the giant pole into her love tunnel. Alene was horny, her sexual need was oppressed for too long and suddenly it was free, more and more of Jen entered her and soon she felt it. Her body locked, and electricity fried her brain, Alene was coming hard.

Jen couldn’t remain ignorant to the sight of the divine girl that shock around her pole, Alene pushed and squeezed with no control. Jen knew she was going to lose. Her body locked as well, and a primal scream escaped her lips. Her cock spasmed and deposited a pool of pearly white cum into Alene’s depths.

Once both girls came down Jen leaned to kiss Alene, she was greeted with a warm hug and a kiss of passion. “Thank you, Alene, I’m done, you were amazing. I’ll get out of you in a few moments.”

“You were serious, one round and you have to rest?” Alene asked and saw Jen nodding in admittance. She thought deeply for a moment while savoring the moment.

Jen started pulling her cock out when Alene stopped her, “No, I need more, I know you can’t do more, but I can.”

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It’s now time for my second to last punishment session at your office. It’s going to be another after-hours one, which hints that something unusual is going to take place again. I cringe at the thought of what else could it possibly be that I haven’t been subjected to already?

Well for starter, when I walk into your office there’s an odd-looking wooden bench placed in the middle of the floor. You refer to it as a “spanking horse”, where my punishment is going to take place today. First I must strip naked and lay across the bench lengthwise in the face-down position. It is pretty tall so when I’m bent over it my face is just about at your waist level. Then you retrieve some rope and proceed to tie my wrists and ankles to each of the four legs, securing me in place. Except for a little space for me to squirm around in I won’t be able to get out of this submissive position now.

Of course you take advantage of this situation to fondle my vulnerable body unimpeded. As your caressing hands pass over the cool, snow-white surface of my wobbly asscheeks, I moan in enjoyment of this sensation — knowing that very soon my behind would no longer be cool or white.

“Do you know who is kind enough to lend me this spanking horse for your session today, Ling?”

This perks my curiosity. Who else beside you would possess such a “contraption”? At that moment the door to your office opens and in walks someone. I look over my shoulder and to my shock see Mrs. Jones walking towards me with an evil grin on her normally kind looking face.

“Ah yes,” you beam with joy, “that’s right it’s my faithful assistant. Not only is she so kind to let me borrow her equipment — for your benefit, mind you — but she’s gracious enough to accept my invitation to actively participate in your punishment today!”

“That’s right, Ling, I’ve been looking forward to this occasion for quite a while!” Mrs. Jones says standing in front of my face now. She’s wearing a very sexy dress, showing a lot of legs and cleavage, something you wouldn’t normally expect her to even OWN one, let along wear it. She had her amber hair down and loose, making her look younger… and a lot wilder today! Now that’s a side of her I never imagined, in all these weeks that I’ve known her.

“Ohhhh poor Ling, you’re always the one NAKED in front of everyone,” she teases me to my utter embarrassment. “I bet you wish to see some naked güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri female buns just about now, don’t ya?” She winks at me then slowly turns around to present her backside to me. Could this be my lucky day?

Mrs. Jones wriggles her attractive posterior inches from my face, then ever slowly she starts to lift the hem up, revealing more and more creamy thigh flesh to my hungry stare. Surprisingly (or not so anymore by now) she’s not wearing any panties beneath her dress. So pretty soon I’m rewarded with a pair of mature sexy womanly bum. She thrusts her behind towards my face and tells me to kiss her cheeks. “Come on, I know you want to.” I obey eagerly and kiss her silky skin all over, temporarily forgetting that I’m supposed to be here for chastisement.

After a few minutes she reaches back with her hands to spread her cheeks wide apart, exposing her cute puckered anus to me. “Now I want you to starting licking my asshole while you’re getting your naughty bottom PADDLED — that should take your mind off the sting a little, ha ha ha…”

Oh no, a paddling today?! Before I even have time to be frightened, a solid wooden paddle makes a tremendously loud connection with my up-turned buttocks. WHACK!! My instinct is to scream out at this unexpected pain but the sound is cut off by Mrs. Jones’ milky-white buns as she simultaneously plant her rear end squarely on my face, resulting in an muffled “MMMMMMMmmmphhh…”

You start to paddle me giggly twin globes with a steadily rhythm, pausing for 5 seconds between each swat to let the pain sink in. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

In the meantime I’m rimming the wrinkled anus of a middle-aged woman for dear life. She’s practically smoldering me with her broad rump as she rotate up and down and sway from side to side, getting the maximum enjoyment out of my oral “service”. This does distract my mind from the scorching pain of your unrelenting paddle to some degree, but it’s still very difficult to endure such agony.

This goes on for quite a while. I’m not sure how many whacks I received from you, probably 20 to 30 but it seems a lot more than that! Finally you announce that the corporal part of my punishment is over. While a relief, it also implies that a more sexual — and hence more degrading — part is soon to follow. And I guessed right. Mrs. Jones steps away from my face a little and turns around güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri to face me again. But she has something strange in her hand. It looks like a… a huge dildo! And it is attached to a leather belt!!

“Yes Ling, that’s right.” You kindly settle my doubt by telling me what it is that’s going to happen to me. “You may not know this, but my loyal employee here has a little secret of her own. She likes to dominate naughty boys like you, and she especially likes to BUTTFUCK your girlie bottom.”

No way! I can’t believe an angelic looking, kind woman like her can harbor such a dark secret… or fetish I suppose is the term. But yep right in front of my disbelieving eyes, Mrs. Jones begins to strap on the enormous black cock around her hip. Once it’s properly worn, she points the fat snake head at my mouth and orders me to open wide. She wants me to lubricate her strapon with my saliva before she tears my tiny ass apart with it. But that’s so shameful — to accept a cock-like object into my mouth! Except I have no choice because I’m tied down to the spanking bench and must let the thick rod slide in. Fortunately she does not force it down my throat but just let me suck on it about halfway inside my mouth. I also hear the unmistakable sound of you taking off your clothes behind me while I desperately try to lube up the plastic monster as much as I could before she violates my asshole with it.

Pulling out of my mouth Mrs. Jones walks around to my back, getting ready to satisfy her carnal lust to deflower sissy boys like me with her cruel apparatus. Meanwhile you trade places with her and walk to my front. Oh no, you can’t expect me to “service” your tool with my mouth as well could you?! But my deepest fear is answered when you level your throbbing thick cock at my oral opening and starts to shove it inside. I have never suffered such humiliation before, accepting a real man’s dick into my mouth for a blowjob!

My worries are quickly interrupted by the unbelievably pain that’s searing me from behind as Mrs. Jones starts to enter my unnaturally stretched asshole with her nasty “cock”. It is even longer and thicker than yours and I just know there’s no way it’ll fit inside my body. But obviously she has a different opinion. Without letting up she applies ever greater pressure against my tight orifice until suddenly it gives way and is forcibly widened güvenilir bahis şirketleri and penetrated. “oooooowwwwwwww….” I cry out in agony but the volume is suppressed by your thick organ which is now sliding down my throat almost gagging me at the same time.

You pull out a little before I pass out from lack of air and orders me to lick and suck on your big meat, which I quickly obey. Wrapping my soft lips tightly around your cock I suck on it and than let go, repeating a few times eliciting manly groans of sexual gratification from you. With effort I move my head up and down your long shaft within the limited movement space I can, feeling this fat “sausage” sliding in and out of my mouth. Behind me my female fucker inches her colossal “dick” inside my tortured anal passage mercilessly. I’ve never been opened so wide before, I thought I’m being split in two!

When I feel her body pressed against my scorched asscheeks, I know that I’ve been completely impaled by her huge toy. Oh the ultimate humiliation of being anally penetrated — by a woman! After resting for a moment, she grabs hold of my hips and starts to assfuck me with her strapon cock. Slow and steady she’d pull out of me until just the tip is in, and then she’d plunge in reopening my inner rectum. She does this again and again with increasing pace. She’s moaning in pleasure herself because apparently there’s something on the other side of the strapon harness to tickle her clit as she ravages me.

A tear of abject shame rolls down my face but I keep on licking, kissing, sucking on your big cock giving your tremendous pleasure with my virgin mouth. Soon your animal instinct takes over and you hold my head tightly with your hands and starts to brutally face-fuck me. I choke several times on your unyielding cock-pole that’s now forcing its way down my throat. I’ve heard of the term “deep-throat” before but I’d have never guessed in a million years that I’d be the one giving deep-throat to a man now!

So now I’m servicing your hardened dick orally while getting pounded from behind by that redheaded devil Mrs. Jones. I can’t believe I’m being stuffed at both ends at the same time! But the worst part is that instead of fucking a female, now I’m the one being fucked by one! This removes any lingering doubt in my mind that from now on I’ll always be the bottom in any sexual intercourse. This is who I am, my place is to always be the one getting fucked…

This shameful realization has the sudden unexpected effect of triggering my orgasm as I spill cum uncontrollably all over the spanking horse that I’m tied to! At the same time I hear roars of ecstasy as you forcibly pull out and shoot your jism all over my face!

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**Terms to remember: Rudis ~ double weighted wooden sword used for training, awarded upon retirement; Stola ~ A dress of a matron; Lanista ~ owner or manager of a ludus; Ludus ~ a gladiatorial school; Synthesis ~ a colorful decorative gown worn by both Roman men and women for; Patrician ~ the highest caste in Rome of the privileged, noble families; Not sure I have “domina” right but half of my inspiration was from media while the rest I did research.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Julia sat in her bedchamber, gripping her blue stola as her nerves danced on edge. She took a sip of wine… then a gulp to steady her nerves. Tonight she was going to do what she needed. Her husband Marcus, a lanista of one of Rome’s finest Ludus, had been distant of late. She had given him a beautiful daughter but what he craved was a son to inherit his gladiatorial school. For the past 7 years Julia had failed but a friend made an improper yet sound suggestion.

“You live in a house full of virile young men,” said Marcella. “Why not put one of them to good use?”

“Marcella,” Julia admonished. “Are you suggesting I be unfaithful to my husband? With a slave??”

“I thought I was being clear?” Marcella smirked. She yawned and stretched as a house slave fanned her. A fly rested on her arm at which she swatted but it swiftly evaded her only to buzz in her ear. “I don’t know how you can stand this heat it’s unbearable! And the flies! I woke in the middle of the night almost choked by the heat.”

Julia’s face flushed with indignity. Men were unfaithful of course. She was taught that all of her life and for Marcella to suggest such a thing was…

“Oh don’t be such a prude, Julia,” Marcella grunted. “Even an Empress of Rome can have a bit of fun once in a while.”

“I’m no empress,” Julia snapped.

“You’re definitely prettier than the one we have now.”

Julia’s throat tightened. She heard the banging of the rudis against each other in the training yard. She looked over to see all of her husband’s gladiators partnered up and sparring. Their bronzed muscles grew taut and gleamed in the sun with the sweat of their labors. Julia would have been lying if she hadn’t thought about it. She sometimes imagined, shamefully, in the bath that one of those strong brutes came and ravished her. Pressing her soft body against their battle hardened muscles…

“Marcus and I can have a son all on our own,” Julia vehemently swore.

“Haven’t you been trying the past 7 years?” Marcella wondered. Julia grew silent. Three years ago their efforts almost came to fruition. A boy. A beautiful yet small boy that lived for a week before dying. And lately she had been hearing Marcus may be thinking of divorce. He had been having secret meetings with her father and visiting with other patrician women.

“If anything at least you’ll have some fun,” Marcella shrugged, watching her friend softly.

So here was Julia, waiting for her gladiator to save her from ruin though if anyone found out about this then she would be more than ruined… Her body slave Judith led the house champion to her room through a secret passageway that not even Marcus knew about for he had inherited it from a distant uncle and never visited here. This villa was old and when Julia first came here she had spent a month of exploring.

Atticus was a rough Celt, brutish yet a finely sculpted man the gods must have taken their time with him. He had a cleft chin with sensual lips added with his savage physique made all the women in the stands moist whenever he walked into the arena. Unlike most of the gladiators, Atticus kept his hair long and wild to his broad shoulders. He had a few braids to keep him tied to his tribal savage roots. It shouldn’t have had Julia’s womb clenching in desire but…

Atticus wore nothing but a collar to signify his slave status as well as a cloth to hide his… manhood. Julia had never seen another naked man before. Marcus barely undressed for their love making (if one could call rutting for 3 minutes love making). The Celt’s bronzed muscles gleamed with oil, she could smell his musk along with scented oils coming off him in waves making her tremble.

“Thank you, Judith,” Julia took another gulp of wine to fortify herself. “You may leave us.” The wine burned in her throat warming her belly as heat crept into her face. Her body slave left them with her eyes downcast leaving Julia alone with Atticus. The night ambience filled the silence as the air became thick with some sort of tension that made Julia weak in the knees.

“Domina,” Atticus spoke softly. “You wished to see me?” His voice was rough like grating stones but deep and rich. When he roared in the arena the whole earth seemed to tremble. He was so reserved and subdued with a touch of arrogance that could not be whipped away. It had Julia’s heart fluttering. She shook her head to snap herself out of it. She straightened up, taking on the mantle of mistress.

“I need you to perform a task for me,” Julia wrung her hands drawing bahis firmaları up every ounce of authority she could muster.

“I am happy to serve, domina,” Atticus nodded.

“Do you have many siblings, Atticus? Brothers in particular?” Julia cleared her throat.

“I have 4 brothers, domina.”

“And how many brothers did your father have?”

“Six, domina.”

Perfect. She chose well. Julia would definitely conceive a son for her husband and he won’t divorce her.

“Remove your clothes,” Julia instructed. She saw the glimmer of a smirk on the gladiator’s face. She held back her ire. Tonight was about duty. “I need you to help me conceive a son for my husband. We have been trying for years now but the last time…” Julia paused, her throat tight with the sudden wave of sorrow. She swallowed it hard then steeled herself for what was to come.

It was only when she lay on the bed and saw the gladiator in all his glory did she pause. That appendage between his mighty legs was a serpent, she could see the veins pulsing on the thick length. Julia’s blush reached to her breasts and her stomach clenched in desire. Will it hurt? She realized that Atticus was smirking at her befuddlement. The patrician woman’s lovely pink lips compressed into a contentious line.

“Let’s get this over with,” Julia huffed raising her skirts over her thighs then her shapely hips. The sight of her patch of dark curls made the gladiator’s serpent twitch. Julia laid back, legs spread, bracing herself for the coming onslaught.

“As you wish, domina,” Atticus’s voice became husky, heavy with sudden desire. The gladiator settled himself between the high lady’s spread thighs. He stroked himself to stiffen his cock which grew fat with the blood rushing to it. Julia closed her eyes ready for the pain. Would it be like her wedding night? She was only 15 and had never known a man’s touch or seen a man’s cock. Her husband was gentle and quick. This should be just as fast.

Yet Atticus took his time, first teasing her folds getting her moist. Julia bit her lip as small tendrils of heat raced up her spine. His shaft then coated itself in her juices before slowly pushing its way inside her. Julia released a soft gasp of surprise as Atticus stretched her inner walls. He groaned at her tightness.

Julia gripped the sheet beneath her as she felt the pressure between her hips increase. She groaned softly despite herself while more small hot tingly sensations spread through her body. He filled her up like Marcus never did.

Atticus was slow at first careful not to split her open. He pressed deeper into Julia wanting to plant himself inside her. He had had patrician cunt before but this woman had a softness to her that the others lacked.

Even through her stola he could see her nipples poke against the fabric. He wanted to bury himself between her lovely breasts that looked soft and smelled so fragrant. Atticus wanted to take one of those small nubs into his mouth and nibble on it, make his mistress whimper but he controlled himself. He was usually bold and his hesitation surprised him. He reminded himself that this was his master’s wife. Boldness would not be rewarded.

Atticus rotated his hips slightly, the head of his cock teasing her g-spot. Julia expected this encounter to be more… formal; more business-like. Yet her body betrayed her as it gave itself over to the passion Atticus began to awaken within her.

She felt his cock pulsate and thicken within her. As he began to thrust deeper Julia’s hips reacted instinctively meeting him for each thrust while her legs wrapped around his narrow waist, drawing him in deeper. Yet she kept her hands twisting the sheets to stop her from encircling him in her passionate grasp.

The gladiator grunted as Julia wrapped her legs around him. He made hungry sounds in the back of his throat, straining his body and mind against the rush that was building within him. He wanted to give Julia pleasure. Even under the scent of her perfume Atticus could smell her need.

Atticus was up to his stem, Julia holding him like a hot velvet trap. Her muscles squeezed on his cock as he pulled out then pushed back in, the pressure made him groan with joy. Atticus bucked his hips more frantically. His musk surrounded Julia like a fog, clouding her senses making her forget the reason she called for him. Julia kept her eyes closed so tight she could see colors while the pressure within her built. Heat coiled in her womb then exploded in a white hot wave.

Julia gave out a small cry of passion. Her body spasmed feeling Atticus’s hot breath caressing her neck as he rode her. He smelled her flowery perfume and it made his cock jerk. Yet he hadn’t finished his task. He felt himself very close to the edge as he gave one more brutal thrust, shooting his seed into her wanting womb.

Julia shuddered from the force of her orgasm and the feeling of Atticus’s manhood still pulsing hard within her, her muscles milking him of all of his seed. She kept her legs locked kaçak iddaa around him until her muscles grew tired and melted into pools on her bed.

“Did I please you, domina?” Atticus whispered hoarsely into her ear making Julia tremble with shameful delight. His lips brushed her ear and Julia had to stop herself from wrapping her arms around his strong neck and claiming his lips with her mouth.

“Yes…,” she said softly. “Hopefully the gods will smile upon me and bless me with a son.” Atticus grew soft then slipped out of his mistress and covered himself. He was escorted back down to his cell still smelling of flowers and Julia’s love juices. Julia went to the bath trying to wash off the gladiator’s scent but the places his flesh touched hers still burned and nothing could wash them away.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The weeks had passed and Julia was still not with child. Damn it! But Julia wasn’t one to give up. She was the daughter of a Roman general and would sooner cut off her arm than admit defeat. Yet that meant another night with Atticus. Her cheeks burned and she began to feel a moist heat pool between her thighs as tingles ran up and down her spine.

The scent of sand, leather and sweat filled her senses. Every time she caught a whiff of the training arena Julia’s skin percolated with heat and she would sigh dreamily. When Atticus was brought to her Julia tried to look domineering while a storm of lust raged within her.

“I will not have you look at me,” Julia snapped. “The midwives said this position is the best way to conceive a boy.” Julia turned around, lifting her skirts up over her hips then bending over and presented her womanhood to the expectant gladiator.

“As you wish, domina,” Atticus unclothed himself. Julia could practically hear his smug grin. He had far too much pride for a slave. She should have him beaten.

Atticus stroked the small of Julia’s back giving her shivers. He stroked the roundness of her arse as he pressed against her, his firm cock nestled in the valley of her cheeks. Like before, Atticus teased the patrician woman running his shaft along her lips to get her ready for him. Julia’s loins quivered, getting wet with expectation.

Julia felt the length of Atticus’s manhood run along her nether lips biting her lip to fight against the erotic sensations rising within her. The heat of his flesh against hers was a scorching ecstasy, making her alive as if struck by lightning. She whimpered in bliss. She felt the head of his shaft rub against her rosebud sending a jolt of pleasure to her womb.

“Well get on with it, gladiator,” despite the command Julia spoke breathlessly, her voice throaty, sensual.

“Apologies, domina,” Atticus smirked. “It is easier if a woman is wet enough.” Julia could hear the amusement in his voice which sparked anger within her. Then she felt him fill her slowly, her anger becoming mute. Julia ground her teeth as pulses of heat throbbed within her. Atticus had a firm, soft grip on her hips as he thrusted. Gentle thrusts at first as he probed deeper inside of her. Atticus felt her velvet heat tighten around him, trapping him happily within her folds as the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.

Waves of heat pulsed from her core, tension coiling in her abdomen. Julia’s hips began to bruise from Atticus’s rough hands as he increased the speed and pressure of his thrusts. She listened to him groan and grunt like an animal. She could feel his cock swell inside of her as he built towards his climax.

Her own breath became labored. Then Atticus slowed down. He had been close to coming but pulled out achingly slow and before Julia could order him to continue he quickly plunged right back in. She felt his one hand press against her upper back bracing himself as he began to pound her again. By some spell of madness Julia couldn’t stop herself from playing with her swollen pearl of pleasure as Atticus beat into her.

Julia began to meet the gladiator’s thrusts, rubbing her clit while spikes of ecstasy stabbed her nerve endings. Soon mewls and moans began spilling from her lips like sweet water. Atticus let out a growl feeling the patrician woman milk him as he reached his crescendo. Julia’s orgasm started in the soles of her feet then spread into a white hot flash that consumed her being. Atticus’s hot seed shot into her womb, she could feel it gushing as his manhood pulsated inside her.

Atticus collapsed forward, resting his forehead in Julia’s fragrant nape. They glowed in a sheen of sweat, panting from the passion, their bodies basking in their shared heat. Atticus couldn’t help himself, he brushed his lips and tongue against her skin tasting the salt of her sweat. The act made goosebumps bloom along her spine.

Yet Julia came down from the heavens returning to reality quickly, “Enough. You’ve done your duty.”

“I live to please you, domina.” The huskiness of his words made Julia’s heart skip like she was some lovesick calf. She didn’t even look at him as Judith led him back to his kaçak bahis cell. Julia took her time bathing. When she found her stola from her second night with Atticus she brought it up to her nose. She smelled the musk of her desire and the heat of Atticus combine sending a surge of pleasure to her clit that began to throb for him.

Realizing what she was doing Julia tossed the stola aside as if it were vermin. Her cheeks burned and shame and desire mingled hot in her throat as heat pooled in her loins.

* * * * * * * * *

Sex with her husband seemed stale now. Not that it was ever passionate but in comparison to the gladiator, fucking her husband Marcus was like fucking a cold fish. Marcus’s weak thrusts were nothing compared to the hot hard thrust of Atticus. Julia had never even kissed Atticus. She barely kissed her husband. The last time Marcus her was after dinner 5 months ago in goodnight.

Julia watched the gladiators train, the gleam of their sweat gave them a war-like glow. The patrician woman sat under the shade being fanned by house slaves as her husband talked business with expectant buyers and patrons.

Julia caught sight of Atticus training with a new slave. A fellow Celt. They used the wooden rudis, hitting each other with brute force as if they were already in the arena being cheered on by the blood thirsty crowd. She rested her chin in her palm, her pinky nail wandering to the corner of her mouth, stroking her bottom lip as her thoughts drifted back to last night. Atticus’s male heat hard between her soft thighs.

Her body simmered with the memory of his body pressed to hers as fire raced from her core to spread all over her body. Julia watched Atticus’s perfectly sculpted muscles gleam in the harsh summer sun. They flexed with every thrust of his rudis clashing it against his opponent who couldn’t withstand the lethal swiftness of the more experienced gladiator’s swings.

“Is it true that a vial of sweat or blood from a gladiator will cure illness?” asked a patrician noble.

“I hear the blood can be used to stir a man and woman’s passion,” winked the patrician’s wife. The couple and everyone on the balcony chuckled in amusement.

“I do not need to rely on aphrodisiacs,” said a patrician.

“My blue black thighs can attest to that,” chuckled his wife. “I’m not safe even when he sleeps. He just rolls over snoring and has his way with me.” Everyone laughed uproariously.

Julia recalled the heat of Atticus’s palms as they held tightly onto her hips. She hoped she could hide the bruises. She recalled the slap of his scrotum and his hard thighs against her with each savage thrust. She felt a tremor of joy. Closing her eyes she felt the ache grow within her loins. When she opened her eyes she noticed Atticus looking at her with the same hunger that she felt.

His opponent saw this as an opportunity and tried to attack but Atticus was far too experienced and instead knocked the new recruit into the sand with a broken nose. The younger gladiator kicked up a cloud of dust as blood trickled from his nose onto the sand. Atticus stole one more look at Julia with a smug smirk that made her want to whip him while her womb clenched with lust.

“You alright, my love?” Marcus showed some concern but mostly he seemed annoyed at being interrupted in his business.

Julia jumped in her seat at her husband’s voice. Everyone was watching her. Heat crept into her cheeks causing a flush to spread to her breasts. She had returned to the real world, blinking and alert trying to reassess her surroundings as one did when waking from a tranquil dream.

“It is only the heat,” Julia stood up feeling Atticus’s eyes intensely upon her. “I shall go inside.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

That night Julia sent for the gladiator. Her body slave, Judith, led Atticus up the secret passage way. Julia sat on her bed wearing a loose aqua stola. His eyes caressed her every curve with invisible lusting fingers. The creamy swell of her breast rose and fell with her steady yet slightly irritated breathing. She scowled at the smug gladiator while dismissing Judith. He couldn’t hide his smirk no matter how small.

“You should not stare at me so boldly, gladiator,” Julia fumed.

“Have I displeased you, domina?” Atticus tilted his head to the side like a curious bird. It made Julia boil. He then held his eyes downcast muttering, “Apologies.”

“I should have you beaten for your insolence,” Julia snapped.

“Then who will give you your pleasure, domina?”

“There are plenty of gladiators who would count themselves lucky to have my favor!”

Atticus bowed his head then sank to his knees in submission. “Forgive me, domina. I only seek to serve you.” Julia took out a knife from her plate holding a peach that she was just eating.

Julia walked over to the kneeling gladiator with the blade gleaming in the fire light like an evil wink at the warrior. She stalked around him admiring his muscular yet lean form. His long sandy colored hair with it’s few braids. His broad shoulders and white scars decorating his back and chest and arms. His body was oiled and fragrant though still held the scent of sand and sweat from the training yard.

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I let out a content groan as I settled back and let my head sink into the pillow. With my eyes closed, I could feel the warm sunlight streaming through the cracked blinds and onto my body. It warmed my naked skin as I lay there feeling as relaxed and happy as I could remember. I opened my eyes and gazed down at the top of my girlfriend’s head as she lowered her mouth slowly over the head of my throbbing cock. I let out another groan and reached down to gently stroke her hair. She looked up and shot me a coy smile.

Brynn was positioned between my legs, laying flat on her stomach as she worked my cock with her hand and mouth. She smiled at me and then she kissed back down my shaft as her hand gently stroked me up and down. Her left hand was hidden from me, but I could tell that she was playing with herself as she stroked me with her right. Kissing back to the head of my cock, she shook her hair to hide what she was doing to me. I had to stare again at the auburn sheet of hair as my cock felt wet and cold in empty air for a split second. Then I felt her mouth close around me again, taking my whole length into her mouth at once. I let out a gasp, followed by, “Oh, fuck, babe…” and my head fell back to the pillow again. Her mouth left my cock again and I looked down to catch her eye as she winked at me then let out a giggle. She moved forward to kiss me lightly, then laying on my chest asked one of my favorite questions.

“So, baby, do you want me to keep sucking your cock, or do you want to fuck me, already?”

I had to clear my head to form words. I leaned forward to give her another quick kiss; her lips were slick with spit. “Why don’t you have some more fun with my cock, and then I’ll fuck you silly.” I put some bite in the words, knowing how she loved to talk like that to me on occasion. She giggled again and slid back down my body.

“Ok, baby, but you better keep your side of that bargain… Now, to take care of this throbbing cock… just begging for my mouth…”

She took my whole shaft in one go, her lips pressing against my balls. I let out an incoherent cry as I felt my cock enveloped again. Her mouth felt so warm and wet and I was in heaven. My cock twitched in ecstasy and I felt the tip brush against the back of her throat, which always got me so turned on.

“Oh fuck, babe… You canlı bahis like that? You like sucking my cock?”

Brynn moaned an affirmation, the vibrations, making my cock feel even more amazing.

“You like that big fucking cock in your mouth? You like that thick monster?”

Brynn paused for a second. Then she let out a short snort. I looked down at her head, now still as she held my cock in her mouth. She let out another snort and straightened up. My cock flopped down onto my stomach with a splat, and Brynn tried to hide her face as she wiped off the saliva that stretched from my cock to her lips in long strands that snapped as she moved. She was giggling uncontrollably, alternating between snorts and coughs until she got herself under control. I lay there in confused silence. Brynn brushed her long brown hair back over her ears and looked at me with her beautiful grin that I loved so much.

“Baby…” she started slowly and warmly, “I’ve never heard you talk like that before! That was… I mean… Where did that come from?”

“Um… I don’t know…” I stammered, “did you not like it? I can stop next time…”

“No! That’s not it… It’s just… Oh, come on, don’t make me….” She looked at me with an expression I hadn’t seen before. “I mean you just said it in a way that was… odd.”

I really didn’t know what she was driving at.

“It’s just that you and I both know that you… exaggerated a bit…” she said finally.

I did not know that. Clearly my expression informed her of my ignorance, because her face fell instantly. She leaned back on top of me and pulled me tightly to her. ?”Oh no… baby… I didn’t mean… It’s just that you… You know I love you but… you aren’t… that big…”

Her words hit me in the chest and I took a deep breath. I looked down at her and tried to think through what I was hearing. I heard words coming out of my mouth as I worked through this new information.

“I thought you always… I mean you always seemed to have fun… You always came didn’t you? You never had any complaints before… I’m so sorry I didn’t know…”

“No! I mean yes! I always have fun, and you’re so good with your mouth… I come sometimes! It’s not something you can control! It-“

I looked down at her as she reassured me, but I had too many questions to process bahis siteleri her words. Finally, I asked her why she hadn’t said anything before.

“Oh, I guess I just loved being with you so much that I didn’t think about it… Like I said, you’re really caring and sweet and really good with your hands and you love giving me oral, and that’s usually enough! It’s actually really fun to give you blowjobs…I can just take all of you… not like the last guy I was with… and besides! I really don’t think size matters… I mean it can matter… it really always helps… but it’s not everything!”

Her rambling answer didn’t make me feel much better. All I could hear was her description of not being able to suck her last boyfriend’s cock… I looked at her inquisitively, and she caught my eye.

“Oh… well yeah, size matters a bit… how could it not? But you make up for it! That last guy… he was so bad at moving his body when we slept together. I mean you can’t imagine. He was hung, sure, but he took that for granted… He would just push my legs apart and expect me to come from just putting it in… and I mean I did… but that’s not…”

I noticed that her hand had slipped down between her thighs again as she told me this. Her fingers danced over her clit and gently parted the lips of her pussy, which I could see was glistening wet. Following my gaze, she noticed what she was doing and abruptly stopped. Her hand moved to my dick, which was still rock hard. She started stroking me absentmindedly as she kept talking. Apparently unable to get out of this rabbit hole we had fallen into.

“He was so confident… I guess that’s what a cock like that will do. He never ate me out like you do, and baby you eat me out so well. I love wrapping my legs around your head as I come all over your face… He just spread me out with the head of his cock. Sometimes he wouldn’t even wait for me to get wet. He would just press into me until I took him inside… well usually I got wet enough almost instantly… and I was almost permanently stretched out pretty soon after we started fucking… I mean that’s why I didn’t let us sleep together at first; I needed some time to tighten back up before I knew I would be able to feel your little guy… Besides after that monster… but that doesn’t matter; you always finish so fast when bahis şirketleri we do fuck that I don’t mind when you put it in me… But him. Oh baby. I just… I’m soaked just thinking about how he would fill me up… I’d be begging for him to fuck me… But I would be scared every time… just crying out… sure that he would split me in two and then look down and realize he wasn’t even halfway in…”

Her fingers moved up and down my dick as she deftly milked a huge drop of precum out of me and rubbed it into the head. I could tell she was elsewhere now. In her head she was laying on her back as her hung ex-boyfriend shoved his monster cock deep inside her wet pussy.

“When he finally did get inside me, he wouldn’t even let me adjust… he just took my waist in his hands and started fucking me so hard… so hard… oh god just thinking… then when he came… his cock would swell and I never thought it could get bigger, but he always did… and then his balls would pull up against my ass and he would start grunting and fucking me even harder. I loved that part… just knowing that I was his cock sleeve at that point…”

Her hand moved faster, and I felt my own balls tightening as I thought of her being owned by this stud from her past.

“I know we’re always protected, babe, but when he fucked me, he never wore a condom. We tried that first, but he said he liked the feeling of filling me up, and goddamn he was right… so worth it… his head swelling inside me… then hearing him roar as he leaned back, plunged into me as far and hard as he could… then I could just feel the jets of cum that he unleashed in me… It would always fill me and then leak out around his cock and drip down my thighs and pool under us as he collapsed on top of me…”

That was it. I couldn’t take anymore, and my dick throbbed and jumped between her fingers. I felt my cum rising and spurting out as I moaned. A huge glob of cum shot up and landed at the base of my dick as a few more drops oozed out and dripped down my shaft and onto Brynn’s fingers.

“Oh… babe…” Brynn said slowly as she came back to earth. “I’m so sorry… but I can’t believe you…” She looked down at my cock as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked my cum off her fingers. “That was… something… I got a bit carried away… but I guess you didn’t mind…”

Then a mischievous smile flitted over her lips. “My ex would always cum so much more than that….” I groaned again and my head fell back as she giggled and snuggled against my chest.

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