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Brothers John and Drew had taken a week or so’s holiday to go sea fishing on England’s south coast, but after a few days being tossed about in the tiny tub they had managed to hire their stomachs demanded a reprieve. So the next day they took a holiday from their holiday.

At lunchtime they were in a bar, playing pool, drinking beer and wondering what to do with themselves for the rest of the day, with getting drunk so far topping of the list. Then, in through the door came two girls, one dark blonde and one brunette, both perhaps in their mid-twenties, a couple of years or so younger than the two men, and both stunningly attractive. Drew looked at John, John looked at Drew, they both looked at the girls, and the plan for the day was instantly adjusted. The girls went to the bar and ordered themselves a couple of beers, and the moment they spoke Drew knew just how to get into conversation.

‘Hey.’ He called. ‘I recognise that accent, it’s the same as mine.’

The girls looked, but didn’t speak.

‘You’re from Mansfield, aren’t you?’

‘No.’ replied the brunette. ‘Blidworth.’ She pronounced it “Blidath”, and so confirmed her origins.

‘Well, I wasn’t so far off. I knew you were from my bit of Notts.’

The former mining area of North Nottinghamshire had a regional accent all of its own, varying slightly from town to town and owing its origins to both Yorkshire and Nottinghamshire, it was unmistakable to those who knew it.

‘Where are you from, then?’ Asked the blonde.

‘Near Clipstone.’ John answered her, naming their home less than ten miles away.

From then on the two pairs changed into two couples, with the blonde, Beth, kind of naturally gravitating towards John, and her friend, Michaela, known to everyone as ‘Micky’, linking up with Drew. Both girls were married, but that seemed to bother them about as much as the fact that they’d obviously already had a few drinks bothered John and Drew. It was soon pretty clear where things were headed, hands on knees and arms around waists made it obvious, and when eventually a walk along the beach was suggested, they all knew that it was to the sand dunes that they were really headed, and not for a walk. This, they intended, was to be a holiday romance of the more intimate kind.

After they had walked, or in Beth’s case stumbled, far enough along the beach to be beyond the usual range of normal holidaymakers, John and Beth pointed out a hollow in the dunes.

‘How about we stop for a rest?’ John suggested, not meaning a rest at all.

Drew was about to accept when Micky stopped him. ‘No, I think we’ll leave you to it. I fancy somewhere a bit quieter, and anyway it gets grassier further on.’

Not wanting to spoil his chances if she was feeling shy, Drew quickly agreed.

‘I don’t want to get sand in it.’ She told him as they walked on, her voice a little high pitched from the drink. ‘It’s like shagging sandpaper.’

With that very direct remark she dispelled any thought of her being shy, and if ever there was a doubt what she had in mind, that too disappeared at that moment. In any case it was a fact that the dunes were giving way to grassy mounds. Soon they had found a quiet spot in the lee of a large grass covered dune and they stopped and turned to face each other. This, they both knew was it, and they were both hot for it, but once again it was Micky who was the more direct of the two.

‘Do you want to strip yourself off?’ She asked, not that there was much to strip from either of them on this hot summer’s day. ‘Or shall we do each other?’

‘Each other.’ He told her. ‘It gets more interesting.’

She giggled sexily at his remark and leaned forward to unbutton his summer shirt, almost pulling buttons off in her eagerness. The shirt was quickly removed and Micky reached for his belt.

‘Hey, hold it.’ He backed away grinning. ‘My turn first.’

‘Spoil sport.’ She pouted good naturedly, holding up her arms for him to pull her top over her head.

Within seconds her top was on the grass with his shirt and Micky herself was reaching back to unhook her bra.

‘I’m supposed to be doing that.’ Drew complained.

‘Yeah, but if you’re anything like Darrell, we’ll still be here when it’s dark.’ She told him, her unfastened bra hanging loose on her shoulders but still covering her striking breasts. ‘He couldn’t undo a zip without the instruction manual.’

Drew assumed that Darrell was her husband. He didn’t ask. Instead he swept her bra from her shoulders and watched as she leaned forward to let it fall from her arms. Her exposed breasts were large canlı bahis and firm with long dark nipples, and a surge of desire shot through him as he saw them for the first time. His hand came up automatically to cup and fondle one, lifting its weight in his palm and causing Micky to back away this time, grinning and shaking her head.

‘Not yet, cheeky.’ She remonstrated. ‘Be fair, there’s nothing for me to grab hold of so far, is there?’ She looked meaningfully at his crotch.

He let his hands hang by his sides and stood waiting for her to carry on where she left off with his belt, his head cocked to one side as if to ask ‘what are you waiting for?’ She was waiting for nothing. Moments later she was back to undoing his belt and then falling about laughing when his jeans refused to go over his shoes.

Feeling slightly ridiculous he knelt down to untie them, wearing just his shorts but with his jeans pooled around his ankles. For a moment Micky watched, but then she kicked off her own sandals, undid her jeans and slid them down her long shapely legs, walking them over her feet to stand waiting in the tiniest of white panties before he was done. Finally he managed to remove both shoes and jeans and stood up facing her, his rueful smile in contrast to her confidently teasing grin.

Now she stood in all her glory, except for the triangle of white material covering her pussy, and he could feel his cock stiffening at what he could see. Long slender legs supported a shapely sun-tanned body with full high breasts, a flat stomach and rounded butt. He licked suddenly dry lips, hardly able to take his eyes from her, and wanting badly to get her naked as quickly as possible.

‘I think we’ll do our own.’ He remarked, indicating their final items of clothing and remembering the tangle he’d just been in.

‘Okay.’ She giggled and hooked her thumbs into her waistband. ‘On the count of three?’

‘On the count of three.’ He agreed, hooking his own thumbs into his shorts.

They counted together, then at three they both slid their underwear down, she laughing once more as his very erect cock became caught in his waistband, only to leap free and stand there bouncing as he managed to disentangle it. It was not the most elegant of disrobing, and to add to his discomfort he realised that his beer was working its way through and he would soon need to empty his bladder.

‘Hang on a minute.’ He told her as she started to move towards him. ‘I know it’s bad timing, but I need to pee.’

‘Not right now, you don’t.’ She told him, reaching for his cock. ‘There’s time enough after I’ve had a feel of this.’

‘I’ll have to go pretty soon.’ He warned her, the immediate urgency giving way before the feel of a cool slim hand around his shaft.

‘I know.’ She replied, nodding. ‘But in a minute, eh?’

He let her stroke his shaft, standing passively while she ran elegant fingers gently up and down his length, her grip just firm enough to provide pleasure without actually wanking him. He could stand that all day, but Micky soon had other things on her mind.

Without warning she suddenly dropped to her knees and closed her mouth over the head of his cock. He stood there frozen, torn between the urge to let her carry on and the knowledge that his need to pee would soon interrupt proceedings. Better to get that unseemly chore out of the way so that they could get down to the serious sex that she was obviously up for.

‘Stop it, Micky. I have to pee.’

He made to pull away, but her hands clamped themselves around his behind and held him fast, pulling him closer rather than letting him go. He groaned with pleasure and gave up, at least for the moment.

For several minutes her just stood there, silently letting her suck him with her mouth sliding wetly up and down his shaft, but soon the urge to urinate became uncomfortable, so much so that it detracted from the pleasure he was receiving and his cock began to deflate. He put his hand on her forehead and reluctantly pushed her away.

‘It’s no good.’ He told her, looking regretfully at the hand that she had fastened around him the moment her mouth had come free. ‘I’m sorry, but I really have to pee. We can continue this afterwards but I’ve got to go.’

‘Can I watch?’ She asked, her fingers still wrapped around his cock.

It was not a question he had ever been asked before, although he knew that other girls had seen him, albeit not quite so deliberately. He frowned. ‘I suppose so.’

Still gripping his shaft she turned his cock to the side, facing away from them. ‘Go on then, do it.’

That bahis siteleri was something he had not expected. ‘I can’t go with you holding it,’ he objected.

‘Why not? You do it while you’re holding it.’ She retorted. ‘Anyway, I want to aim it. I’ve never aimed a man before, Darrell won’t let me.’

He groaned. The need was now painfully urgent, and the idea of letting Micky hold his cock while he peed had a kind of weird attraction about it, but still he hesitated, especially with her still kneeling before him, her watching eyes only inches from his cock.

‘Go on, let it go.’ She encouraged him.

He didn’t so much let it go as fail to stop it. He couldn’t hold on any longer, the need was just too strong. Even so, he was surprised to hear Micky’s hiss of anticipation when the first hesitant spurt leapt from his cock.

‘That’s right.’ Her voice held pent up excitement.

Finally he surrendered and let his tentative spurt become first a stream and then a jet. Micky giggled, waving his cock from side to side and quickly squeezing his shaft so that his interrupted flow sprayed the grass with quick little bursts of piss.

‘I can feel it going down your cock.’ She announced, watching it carefully.

He nodded, his head dropping forward a little with relief at being able to finally empty his bladder, and also with a surprising amount of pleasure from letting Micky control his flow.

But then his spray caught her thigh, wetting the top of her folded leg, and although it was her own fault for waving his cock around his head jerked upright with apologetic embarrassment.

‘Sorry.’ He mumbled.

‘Don’t be.’ She told him, very deliberately directing his jet onto her legs. ‘I like it.’

He tried to pull back, more from instinct than anything, but she held him so tightly it his cock, still purposely making him piss on her legs.

‘Don’t stop me.’ She pleaded breathlessly, her voice full of pent up pleasure, ‘I often fantasize about this, but Darrell won’t do it to me.’

Bugger Darrell he thought as he watched his piss flooding across her thighs and draining down between her legs. He was anxious initially about what was happening, but as an understanding came that she really did get a kick from it he began to realise that so did he – a heart thumping, cock hardening buzz from pissing on a girl. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought about doing such a thing, but it was wild, perverse, depraved even, and it was giving him the biggest turn on of his life.

She looked up at him, and then, with her eyes fixed on his and an excited smile on her face, she directed his piss up and down her body, hosing it over her breasts, her belly and even her shoulders, until finally closing her eyes, she guided him to pee in her face. At first she had her eyes and mouth closed, just letting his warm stream flood down her, running down over her neck, dripping from her chin and nipples, streaming down her belly and onto the grass. But as his torrent finally began to diminish, she opened both her eyes and her mouth, taking his weakening flow into her mouth, closing her lips over his shaft to make sure she got his few last dribbles. When he had finally finished she took his cock from her mouth and gazed at it as if in awe, watching as it twitched back to full erection.

She licked her lips and then, following his wondering eyes, she looked down at herself, at her skin shining wetly and at her dark bush spangled with bright droplets of urine.

‘Oh my god.’ She gasped finally. ‘I finally did it.’

He smiled down at her, unsure how to answer, thrilled beyond measure but rocked by what he had just done.

‘Did it bother you?’ She asked, then looked at his steel hard cock and answered herself. ‘No, I guess it worked for you too.’

‘Yes.’ He answered simply, ‘It worked for me.’

‘Lie down.’ She commanded him suddenly, eagerly. ‘I’m going to fuck you.’

‘Yes.’ He repeated, still overwhelmed by extent of his arousal.

He lay on his back on the grass, feeling wetness on his skin, knowing the reason why and not caring. Instead he flattened himself out on the damp grass, wanting the contact, so that only his erect cock stood vertically over his outstretched body.

She looked at him for a moment or two, making little animal noises in her throat, and then she scrambled hastily over to him, straddling him, lowering herself until the tip of his cock touched her pussy. Reaching down she took hold of him, guiding it to her entrance before plunging down to engulf him full length inside her.

‘Fucking hell.’ He couldn’t bahis şirketleri prevent himself from swearing, the combined sensation of the shaft of his cock sliding into her hot passage while its base was pressed onto her cold and wet pubic hair was mind-blowing. He had never felt anything quite like it.

‘Not fucking hell,’ Micky giggled at him, rising up only to plunge back down onto him. ‘It’s fucking heaven.’

‘Too fucking right.’ He agreed staring up at a last drop of piss gathering on her nipple.

Several more times she moved up and down on him, smiling as he watched her breasts bounce, but then she carefully pulled back until only the tip of his cock was inside her and looked down at him with a look of intense concentration on her face.

‘My turn.’ She told him throatily, leaning back with her hands propping her from behind.

For a split second he wondered what she meant, but then even as he realised, her damn burst and a torrent of piss splashed across his belly. He gasped, partly in surprise, but mostly from the thrill of seeing her let loose over him, watching her stream gush from her urethra to flood across him.

‘God, you’re a kinky bastard.’ He told her, grinning with excitement.

‘Yeah, you and me both.’ She answered in a voice tight with emotion.

Still pissing, she levered herself back upright and once more bounced on his cock, rising and falling even as she emptied her bladder over him. He watched, feeling her piss running down over his belly, down his sides, between his legs, wetting his balls as it ran onto the grass, hearing the wet squelching noise as she plunged down his shaft to jam two wet pubes together.

Eventually her bladder emptied and her flow petered out, but she still rammed herself up and down on him, her eyes closed now and her head tipped back as she enjoyed her wet fuck. He couldn’t help it; he pushed up against her, thrusting up into her vagina in counterpoint to her plunges, enjoying her hot wet juices as well as her rapidly cooling piss. He could tell that both of them were close to coming.

It was one of those rare occasions when they came simultaneously, both reaching a climax at the very same moment. She slammed herself down on him, gasping loudly, grinding herself onto him as he thrust hard upwards, her passage contracting rhythmically on his cock and making the beautiful feeling of his cum spurting into her all the more extreme. She was cumming harder than she had thought possible, certainly harder than she ever had with her husband.

For Drew the feelings were equally intense. Each spurt of cum that he shot into her seemed to send another surge of pure pleasure rippling out from the base of his cock to the tips of his extremities. His hands reached out and grabbed at her thighs, fingers like claws biting into her legs. His back arched up and he groaned loudly, all his muscles tight from the power of his climax.

When it was done they stared at each other in amazement, but then Micky just flopped down on him, her still piss wet breasts feeling cool against him as she flattened herself on top of him, his softening cock still inside her. He could feel her heart hammering against his and hear her panting in his ear, matching the sounds that he knew he was making too. Finally she took a deep breath and raised herself enough to look into his face.

‘I’ve never done that before.’ She whispered breathlessly. ‘I’ve wanted to, but never have.’ She paused to lick her lips. ‘I never knew it could feel so fucking awesome.’

‘Me neither.’ He grinned. ‘Or I’d have tried it with someone before.’

‘You didn’t mind then?’ She searched his face for the honest answer.

‘Mind? I loved it.’

She smiled her relief and then, unexpectedly, she kissed him.

He could just about taste his piss on her mouth, but he didn’t care. He kissed her back, enjoying their very first kiss after all that they had done together.

When their mouths came apart they looked at each other in a kind of silent contemplation, each wondering where they went from there, until Micky asked the question that had been forming in Drew’s mind too.

‘Can we meet again?’ She asked. ‘I mean, you don’t live far from me, so can we get together when we get back home?’

‘Oh yes.’ He smiled, conscious that his cock had chosen that moment to slip wetly from her pussy. ‘I’d like that.’

‘You know I’m married, don’t you?’ She gazed down anxiously.

‘I know, and I don’t care.’ He told her, adding as an afterthought. ‘I’m not.’

She giggled, wriggling against him, sliding her piss wet body over his as she moaned expressively.

‘And can we…?’ She let the question tail off, knowing an explicit description wasn’t needed. ‘What do you think?’

‘I think.’ He told her. ‘I think it’s going to be a wet summer.’

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After a minute, Hank’s hand drifted idly to Ava’s breast as he lay against her. He cupped it, running her still-erect nipple under his thumb.

Ava shivered. “Baby, you’re going to get me going again.”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

“Mmm. But what about you?”

“Don’t worry. It’s still your turn. See.” Hank opened his robe, revealing his hard cock. Ava reached down, taking him in her hand.

“Ooh, you got so hard. We can do something about this.”

“It gets that way from filling you up. You know I love doing that. And don’t worry, we’ll do something about it later.” Hank pushed up against Ava’s hip, rubbing his cock against her. Then he reached down, taking his cock in his own hand and squeezing it up its length to collect his pre-cum on his thumb. “For you.”

Ava sucked his thumb into her mouth. “Mmm, just like I like. And so much. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Hank continued to rock his cock back and forth against Ava’s hip while giving her occasional small kisses. Ava reached down and played with him, stroking his cock and occasionally his balls as she kissed back. Hank moved down to Ava’s breasts, as he had earlier, and began to nibble and lick her erect nipples. Ava leaned her breasts into his open mouth and Hank sucked as much of her breast as he could into her mouth for a moment before releasing. Letting his head go, Ava reached for his cock again. But Hank pulled away, getting on his knees next to her.

“Uh-uh,” Hank said. “I’m not done with you.”

“You’re not?” Ava asked, looking up into Hank’s eyes.

Hanks gaze turned a bit harder. “I didn’t ask for sass back from you.”

Sensing Hank’s change of mood, Ava switched into character. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to be smart. I was just glad you weren’t going to be done yet.”

“Too late Ava; you talked back. And that means it’s back to business.”

“But sir,” she said, “you already inspected me and made me cum. I’m sorry I talked back. Just lie down with me again.”

“Ava, it’s not your place to tell me what to do. And we didn’t finish your inspection.”

“We didn’t? Sir?”

“No, we didn’t. How quickly you forget everything we need to check.” Hank shook his head, then got up and stood by the side of the bed. “But first, I want you to come here. Now. On all fours.” He pointed at the bed in front of him. Ava rolled over onto her stomach and then got on her hands and knees. Her mouth was almost level with his cock.

“Open your mouth.” Ava did and Hank began to feed her his cock. He reached behind her head, grabbing her hair, and began forcing her head to move up and down. “Good girl, just like that.”

Hank let Ava continue, thrusting into her mouth as she moved. At one point she went to reach for him with her hand, and he stopped her. “No. Only your mouth.” She continued to bob up and down, taking Hank as deep into her throat as she could.

Then Hank stepped away. “Good. Now, something else.” Ava looked up at him. “Stay on all fours.” He walked around to the other side of the bed, behind her. “Scoot back towards me.” Ava did, moving until she was close to the edge, on his side. “Good. Now, head down on the bed.” Ava complied, letting her head fall down until her forehead touched the bed. She knew her ass was up in the air and that he was behind her. But she couldn’t see Hank and wondered what he was doing. She could sense him moving around behind her. Then she felt him rub his hand along her calf and then up her thigh.

“Now, open your cheeks for me.” Although she’d been anticipating that he might be looking at her, it was still a shock to hear Hank tell her to open. She flushed.

“Sir, no. I’m embarrassed. What if I’m not clean?”

“We talked about this. You need to be ready all of the time for me. If you aren’t, then you’ll be punished.” A shiver went through Ava. “Now, open your cheeks and show me your rosebud!”

Ava reluctantly reached back, her head and shoulders pressing against the bed, and slowly pulled apart the cheeks of her ass. She could sense Hank standing behind her and looking at her ass. “Oh God,” she moaned softly. She could feel herself getting wet as he looked at her, even as her face burned. She held her position for what felt like the longest minute of her life, staying still as she felt Hank’s eyes devour her. Then she felt his hand again, running up her thigh, over her buttock, and then stroking down the left side of her ass along the inner edge of her butt crack. He repeated this on the other side, running his finger down her ass, just skirting the edge of her anus. She could feel his finger touching so close to her ridged skin. He repeated this, getting closer to her center, and she shivered in anticipation. Then Hank paused.

“Ava, do you feel me looking at you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What am I looking at?”

“My ass, sir.”

“Do you think I like what I see?”

“I hope so, sir.”

“Well, I do. You did a good job of keeping your ass ready for me.”

“Thank you, sir. I tried, sir. But I’m bahis firmaları embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re looking at my ass. Because I made it ready for you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. You’ve been a good girl.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Hank resumed stroking Ava’s ass, but this time stroked his finger over her anus with a light touch. She let out a small sound as he touched it.

“Do you feel me touching your asshole, Ava?” he hissed.

“Yes, sir.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is it dirty, Ava? For me to be looking at your ass? Touching your asshole?” Hank played with her asshole just a little as he said this, focusing his attention on rubbing over it, and up and down, but this time touching her with a little more pressure right on her rosebud.

“Yes, sir.”

“And you like it, don’t you?

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you a dirty girl, Ava? Do you like showing me your ass?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I need to find out just how dirty you are Ava, you know that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You may let go now.”

“Thank you, sir.” Ava shifted her hands back to get on all fours again.

Hank continued to stroke Ava’s asshole, but shifted further down this time, stroking over her pussy lips as well. They were swollen in anticipation. Ava’s scent hit him again as he took his fingers and separated her lips. His fingers dipped inside her as he spread her lips open to see her pussy, and then rubbed over her clit further down.

“I’m opening your pussy now, Ava.”

“I know, sir.”

“And you look wet.” Holding Ava’s lips fully open, Hank he took a finger and ran it between her lips. He worked to the edge of her pussy and slid in. She wasn’t just wet; she was soaking.

“Ava…your pussy is very wet. Did you know that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And so fast. Why are you so wet, Ava?”

“Sir, I’m embarrassed to say.”

“I’ve already told you not to be embarrassed! Now, why are you so wet?”

“Sir, don’t make me say it.”

“Ava! Tell me.”

“Because…because I like it when you look at me.”

“You do, do you? Ava, that’s so dirty. You want me to look at your pussy and ass.”

“Yes, sir. I know. I know it’s dirty, sir. Please, sir, please don’t punish me.”

“Hmm. We’ll see.” Hank had continued to play with Ava’s pussy, and had slid two fingers inside her as he talked. He withdrew his hand and, leaning over, brought it around to Ava’s mouth. “See how wet you are? This is for you.” He fed his fingers into her mouth, and she obliged by sucking them. Hank could feel her tongue running all around his fingers.

“That’s very good, tasting your pussy for me. You like the way you taste, too, don’t you.” It was more a statement than question.

Hank withdrew his fingers so she could answer. “Yes, sir, I do.”

“Good girl.” Hank returned his attention to Ava’s ass, shifting back down the bed. “Push your ass up for me.” Ava arched her back, pushing her butt upwards towards Hank. “Good.” He took his hands and separated her cheeks, staring down at her rosebud, which was darker and pinker than the pale skin of her ass. He studied her lines and folds, pointing toward her center. Now holding her open with just one hand, Hank stroked over her asshole with just one finger briefly, and then leaned down and began planting small kisses on Ava’s ass.

He started at the top of her crack, but quickly moved down towards her anus. Ava pushed up even higher in anticipation of his lips. When his first kiss came, she shivered, and then let out a small moan as she felt his tongue touch her. “Oh, sir…” Hank began to lick Ava’s anus, first circling it, and then reaching her center. He licked over her with his tongue flat, and then made his tongue hard to try to push in. He alternated circling her and licking right on her center.

Hank took his right hand and began playing with Ava’s pussy again, dipping his fingers into her and sliding down to rub her clit. As he did this, he pointed his tongue and began pushing into her ass harder. He knew Ava’s asshole was tight but he persisted. After a minute, he was rewarded by the feeling of her tight ring loosening, and he felt his tongue actually penetrate slightly into her. God, so hot, he thought.

Hank continued alternately rimming her asshole and pushing in with his tongue. As he pushed in, he could feel Ava forcing herself backwards too, trying to get more of his tongue in her. “Oh, so good. So good,” Hank heard her murmuring. She loves this as much as I do.

Hank let his tongue wander down to Ava’s pussy, parting her lips with this tongue and pushing his tongue into her. Her pussy opened easily for his tongue, unlike her ass, and he swirled his tongue around as he tasted her. Ava’s walls felt silky smooth as he pushed his tongue as deep as it would go. After a moment, he returned his tongue to her ass, beginning to alternate between licking there and sliding his tongue down through the folds of her pussy.

Hank moved back up the kaçak iddaa bed to place his face by Ava’s, turning her head to him so that he could kiss her. And kiss him she did, with gusto, tasting her juices on his lips and tongue. He broke the kiss after a second and said to her, “I think your ass passes inspection today, Ava. Which means I have something for it.” Hank bumped his hard cock into her at this, letting her know his intentions.

“Oh, sir, you can’t, it’s too big.”

“Did you just say I can’t?” Hank sat up, raising one eyebrow. “I didn’t ask you, Ava. Again. You are not here to argue!”

Ava pulled back, looking fearful. “I’m sorry sir, I won’t do it again. I’m just afraid.”

“Ava! You persist in not listening. I’m afraid you’ve earned a punishment.”

“Sir, no, please, don…OW!” Hank’s hand cracked across Ava’s left butt cheek. Then he shifted on the bed, moving down towards her legs, and his hand cracked across her right. He smacked her again on the left, then on the right, and a third time. Hank could see her skin reddening. He got up. Ava felt rather than saw him move some distance away and then he was back around in front of her.

“Ava, I’m not sure a simple spanking is going to be enough punishment.”

“Sir? I’m afraid, sir. You don’t need to punish me.”

“We’ll see about that. Now. What am I going to do to that beautiful ass of yours?”

“Fuck it. Sir.”

“Good, you were paying attention. Maybe I will only have to punish you a little more. But before I do that, I’ll get you ready for me.” Always prepared, Hank reached into his bathrobe pocket, and took out a long, slim butt plug.

Ava’s eyes widened at seeing the plug. “So you know what this is?” Hank asked.

“Yes, sir. It’s a butt plug.”

“And who do you think this is for?”

“Is it for me, sir?”

“Yes it is. You liked having your asshole licked. Now you need it plugged.”

Ava’s eyes closed for a second at Hank’s words. “Yes, sir,” was all she whispered.

Hank moved to stand behind her. After a few seconds, she felt him open her butt cheeks again, and then felt something drip onto her ass. “Sir, that’s cold!”

“Too bad.” Hank took his hand off her ass, rubbing lube on the plug as well. “Now just relax.” He placed the plug at the puckered entrance to Ava’s asshole and slowly began to push it in, turning it as he pushed. Ava gasped, feeling the intrusion, initially with barely any resistance. The first inch went in easily. Hank continued pushing until he felt her muscles start to resist. Ava gasped and tensed.

“Relax, again. Relax.” Hank waited until he felt Ava relax again. “That’s it.” Pulling the plug back out a little, he began to slide it into her again. Stroking in and out, Hank worked the plug into Ava, pausing each time he stretched her a little wider.

Reaching under her, Hank rubbed Ava’s clit as he continued to push. As the widest part of the plug began to push against her, Ava pulled forward. “Sir, no, it’s too big.”

Hank paused again. “It’s OK. Relax, just a little more. Such a good girl. I know you can take it.” He pulled the plug out a little, and then pushed it in again. He twisted it slightly as he did this, making sure the plug was coated with lube on all sides. But then he pushed again, a little harder this time, eliciting a moan from Ava. “We’re almost there. Just relax. Now, push out for me a little. Just a little.”

Hank felt Ava take a deep breath and then relax her body. Watching her ass, he saw and felt her ass push back. He gave the plug one final push as he rubbed hard on her clit. “Ohhhh…” Ava muttered. Then the plug made it past the point of constriction and popped into her the whole way. “AHHH! Oh, shit. Oh. Oh, sir. It’s in. It’s in.” She shuddered, then shuddered again.

“I know, Ava.” Hank leaned over her, putting his face close to hers. “Oh, you good girl. You took the plug. How do you feel?”

“Oh, I feel full sir. It hurt a little.”

“I’m sorry it hurt baby, but you’re a good girl. You took it in. And now you should feel full.” Hank rubbed her pussy with one hand, letting her adjust to the plug. The plug was big enough and with enough shape that it stayed in with ease even without him holding it. It was so hot to look at Ava’s bottom with the base of the plug nestled between her cheeks. Hank stroked her ass around the base of the plug, and played with the base a little, giving it a little tug, and then pushing on it again. She gasped again as he pushed it harder. “Very good girl.” He leaned over and gently kissed each of her cheeks in turn, and then kissed right up to where the plug entered her ass.

Hank got on his knees next to Ava. ” Sit up.” He reached down and grabbed Ava’s hair, pulling her up so that she was on her knees with her upper body upright. Her eyes widened as the plug adjusted inside her. Hank pulled her face to his and kissed her, their bodies pressing together. She could feel his cock, hard again under his bathrobe, and she reached between them to stroke it. kaçak bahis For his part, Hank reached around under Ava’s ass to feel the plug under his fingers. He began whispering to her again. “Do you feel that plug in you? Filling you up?”

“Oh, yes, I feel it.”

“Your ass opened up so nicely for me, baby.”

“Yes, sir, it did. It always opens up for you.”

“Good. Do you like to be full for me?”

“Yes, I do, you know I do.”

“Yes, I know it too.” Hank stopped Ava’s hands on his cock and got off the bed. Standing, he stretched, his cock standing straight out from his body. ” Get up.”

“Sir? With the plug in?”

“Yes, with the plug in. Stand up.” Gingerly, Ava stood up on the opposite side of the bed from Hank. “It won’t fall out. Now, walk around the room for me.” Ava began walking, awkwardly at first as she adjusted to the feeling of the plug in her ass. She walked over to Hank. “Good, now turn and walk over there,” he pointed across the room, “and then back to me. Twice.”

Hank sat down in a chair and watched Ava as she walked away from him. She gained more confidence with each step as she got used to the sensations. He could see the plug base nestled between her cheeks, and could feel the precum flowing from his cock, knowing that the rest of the plug was inside her and knowing that he had put it in her ass. As Ava came back toward him, Hank took off his robe completely. ” Come here baby. Did that feel good?”

“Yes, sir. Sir, you’re so hard!”

“Yes I am. From playing with your ass.” Hank sat forward and reached out for Ava’s pussy as she stood in front of him. Stroking inside her lips, he discovered that she was again soaked. “And you’re so wet.” He played with her for a moment and her eyes closed as he slid a finger into her.

“Now, Ava, this is for you.” Hank took Ava’s hand and pulled her down towards his cock. She dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth and putting both hands on him.

She looked up at him. “Oh, so much pre-cum. Is that for me?”

“I think it is.” Hank leaned back in the chair as Ava returned her mouth to his cock and began to suck him. As she sucked, one hand began to work his shaft. She reached up with the other to rub her hand over his chest, rubbing his nipples and gliding over his belly, eventually down over his thigh, and underneath him to his balls. She played with them gently, holding them in her hand. She kissed down the underside of his shaft, applying her tongue to his balls, and taking one of them into her mouth briefly before releasing it and returning her mouth to his cock. She continued to rub his balls as she sucked him, moving up and down with both her mouth and hand.

Hank reached and grabbed Ava’s hair again, pulling her off his cock. He pulled her up to him and kissed her, then stood. “You’re doing a good job. But I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

“But I want to make you come, sir.”

“I’ll come when and where I choose! It’s not your choice today. Is it?”

“No, sir. You may come whenever you want, sir.”

“Good. Now, since you forgot, it’s time to resume your punishment.”

Ava wasn’t expecting that. “Sir, you already spanked me. Sir, I haven’t been that bad. Please, no, sir.”

“Get back on the bed! All fours! Now!”

Ava complied, but looked nervous. Hank walked over the dresser and picked up her hair brush. Ava’s eyes tracked him and widened when she saw what he had. “Do you remember this brush, Ava?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What do I do when I have this brush?”

“You paddle me with it, sir.”

“You’re right. I do.” He brought the brush over to her, showing it to her. Without warning, he smacked the pillow with it. She gasped in surprise, a surge of adrenaline shooting through her. Smirking at her, Hank moved back down towards her ass. He caressed her cheeks and tugged on the plug before pushing on it again to be sure it was fully in her. She gasped again. And then he pulled his arm back, and smacked her with the brush.

“Ow!”

“This is for being so wet from being plugged. Only dirty girls get so wet from having all this attention paid to their ass.” He smacked her again.

“Yes, sir, I’m a dirty girl. I’ll be better. Please don’t – ” Smack. Smack. One cheek, then the other. And again. Her skin was starting to redden again. “Oh, sir, it hurts.”

Hank leaned down to her to whisper very softly, “You OK?” She nodded, and whispered back, “God, yes. More.”

Hank obliged, smacking her with the brush three times more on each side, harder each time. He paused, sliding his fingers between her lips to feel that she was still wet. He caressed her wet flesh, and rubbed over her clit.

Then, withdrawing his fingers, he paddled her again, twice on each side. Ava moaned into her pillow. He leaned down again, bringing the brush in front of her. “The brush hurts, doesn’t it?” She nodded jerkily. “You know what else it can do?” She shook her head. He turned it around, showing her the handle. “Girls who are wet can also be fucked with it.” Ava shook her head, eyes wide, but didn’t say anything. Hank returned to her ass, taking the brush and rubbing the handle up and down her slit. Then he turned it and began working it into her pussy.

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I woke up the next morning, sore all over, especially my groin which had had a massive pummelling the previous night by Horse and his friends. Deep was nowhere near me and I figured he must have gone out to get some groceries. But I was wrong.

Deep was sitting in the living room, alone, with a bottle of beer in his hand and a cigarette in another.

“Hello, slut,” he greeted me as he saw me walk into the living room.

I was still naked and I could feel some of the cum from the previous night oozing out of my pussy and asshole and sliding down the insides of my thighs.

“So, this is what you’ve been up to the last couple of months while I was away, huh?”

I was puzzled. He seemed to have been enjoying during the shenanigans of the previous night but now why was he acting so holier than thou.

“Umm… yes… Why” I asked hesitantly.

“Oh nothing. During my time on the cruise, I was wondering what you would be doing with all the time free on your hands. Now I know.”

“You want me to stop doing it, I’ll stop doing it.”

“And do what? Sit around at home and eat and grow fat? If this lifestyle makes you happy, so be it, carry on with it. Just make sure you don’t get knocked up. I want you to have my baby, only my baby.”

I was delighted. He had given me his permission to go about living my life as I had been living it the last couple of months… like a slut in need.

“But I want you to tell me how it all started. Tell me the whole story. From the beginning.”

So, after opening a bottle of beer for myself, I sat down and over the course of the next few hours narrated my life as it had been. I told him about Satish and everything. He interrupted me and told me that he wanted to meet Satish.

Before continuing, I called up Satish and told him to come home that night. I also told him to bring the two dildos he had got made for me. Satish in turn had one condition: that I be naked when he would arrive at my home. I readily agreed to that and told Deep about the condition. He laughed.

“The kind of slut you’ve become, I doubt I’ll have to worry about you spending too much money on clothes, seeing that the only clothes you wear are slutty clothes or at best nothing at all.”

I continued with my story ending with the previous güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri night.

As I narrated the story, I could feel my own juices beginning to flow and saw that hidden behind his boxers, Deep’s cock was hard too. I finished my beer and getting up, went to Deep and kneeling in front of him, pulled out his cock. It had a drop of pre-cum glistening on its head and was hard as a rock.

I took him in my mouth and having lubricated it, turned around and positioned the head at the opening of my asshole.

Once its head was in my nether hole, I let him slide deep inside me and sat like that for a minute, savouring the feel of a thick hot cock in my asshole.

“Are you gonna sit there or are you gonna start riding?”

I began bouncing on Deep’s cock and tried squeezing it with my sphincter. I closed my eyes and focussed on the feeling of my asshole stretching to accommodate cock. I felt my asshole turn inwards every time I sat down on him and felt it stretch outwards every time I rose my ass.

It took nearly 20 minutes for Deep to finally let go of his bottle and catch hold of my waist and begin smashing me on his cock hard. Within minutes, I had come and a few minutes later, Deep, with a wild scream, pulled me down one last time on his cock and kept me there as he shot his load deep inside me.

A few minutes later, he shoved me off his cock and told me to pour him a stiff Jack Daniels on the rocks.

“Get me that drink and clean up this mess before Satish comes.”

He didn’t allow me to put on any clothes.

That evening, naked, I opened the door for Satish. He was carrying with him the box of dildos and a bottle of whiskey.

As he entered and saw Deep in the living room, he immediately got on the guard until I introduced the two of them and told Satish about how I had narrated our story to Deep and what all had happened.

As he relaxed, he slapped me on the butt and asked me to get me a drink and to open the box of dildos and insert the vibrator into my ass. As they began chatting, they found themselves become friends within minutes.

“Put on a show for your husband. And there’s a surprise for you as well.”

I got Satish and Deep a drink each and then opened the box of dildos.

There güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri were three of them. The third one was new. I asked him what that was and he told me to put that in my ass. I admired its shape. It was like a spinning top, narrow at the top and thick at the bottom and about 8 inches long.

I first sucked on it and having got enough spit and saliva on it, I got down on all fours in front of both the men and inserted it into my asshole. At its widest, it was about 4 inches in diameter. Slowly, I pushed it into my asshole and once it was in, I stood up, with the base sticking out of my asshole like a handle. The base itself was peculiar. It had a curious ring at the end and rest of it was shaped like the shaft of a dick. The handle stuck out of my ass by about 4 inches. That way, either of the men could hold it and move me around.

As I stood up and turned this way and that, showing off my newest toy, Satish pulled out a keychain from his pocket and pointing it at me, he pressed a button. Instant shocks of pleasure went through my body with the epicentre being my asshole. The fucker had got me a remote controlled vibrator which he could turn on and off with the flick of a button.

“From today onwards, you will insert this vibrator in your asshole every time you step out of your house,” Satish said.

For the next one hour, the two men were like little children, teasing me by turning on the vibrator when I would be least expecting it and make me quiver and scream in pleasure. They could see my pussy juices trickling out of my vagina, yet neither one of them let me orgasm with the vibrator.

I was like a rag doll in their hands.

After about an hour, I asked the two of them why both of them were dressed.

“If I am naked, you two also have to be naked. I want to see your hard cocks.”

They took off their clothes and sat down again with their hard cocks waving in the air like flagpoles.

They had both had about four drinks each and I had had two. We were all in a pretty merry state when Deep said enough was enough and called me to him. Slapping me on the butt, he caught hold of the vibrator’s handle and turned me around and told me to bend forward.

As I bent forward, he stood up and shoved his cock in my güvenilir bahis şirketleri pussy and began fucking me like that only. Leaning forward, he mauled my tits no end. I screamed more out of the pain my tits were experiencing rather than the fucking he was giving me.

Satish, the sly bastard, turned the vibrator on at full. The combined pleasure of the vibrator and Deep’s cock in my pussy made me cum multiple times. I whooped each time I came and by the time Deep finally shot his load deep in my pussy, I was ready to collapse. As Deep pulled out and let go of my waist, I tumbled to the floor. My legs refused to take my weight and the still active vibrator in my asshole was driving me insane.

“Turn it off, pleeeeeaaaaaaasseeee.”

Laughing, Satish turned it off.

“Take it out of your ass. I am going to replace it with something better,” Satish said.

Still lying on the floor, I parted my legs and pulled the vibrator out of my asshole.

Satish picked me up and carried me to the dining table, where he laid me out on my back and spreading my legs as far apart as possible, he inserted his cock in my asshole and went to work on it.

For a good 20 minutes he pounded my asshole, slapping my pussy time and again and at times rubbing my clitoris with his right hand. Deep had meanwhile taken out his phone and was busy making a video of me being fucked like that.

He later showed me the video. He had got enough footage of my facial expressions and moans and had even got close ups of my asshole being plundered by Satish’s monster cock.

Once Satish finished in my asshole and pulled out, the two men went back to their drinks, leaving me lying on the table as if I was a toy they had got bored of.

I gathered my breath and got off the table, feeling the soreness of my asshole.

The two men appeared to have come to some sort of agreement.

Deep was the one who broke it to me.

“I leave in three days. Till then you are living here. Once I leave, you will go and live at Satish’s house till I return next. You will be his personal sex slave. You will do whatever he wants you to do. You will fuck him and his friends and whoever else you want to fuck, you are free to do that. Six months from now, when I come back, I want you waiting for me here, naked. Maybe we can have more orgies then.”

Suffice to say, I’ve been living a good life since then and have not had any problems with. I have more than enough sex with whoever I want.

Deep has been back from his cruises twice now and we are all living a happy life. Me more than anyone else. 🙂

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After many months of hot steamy cyber sex Jo and Jim were finally going to meet!!

As I reached up to he doorbell I could see my arm was shaking, I was going to meet the man I had been having cyber sex with for months, for the first time and I was scared to say the least!

A tall man opened the door and I recognised Jim straight away from his photo, not that I was expecting anyone else as he lived alone. “Hi Jo, come in” he said in a deep sexy voice… I followed him into the kitchen where he poured me a glass of wine, and began to chat about my journey and his day…after 3 more glasses of wine he stepped forward, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately, our tongues wrestling fiercely with each other, while he gently caressed my bum with both hands.

I could already feel his swollen manhood pressing against me and I knew that it was time for us to make our way up stairs…pulling me by the hand he took me upstairs and into his bedroom where we again began kissing each other with a sense of urgency.

Although I could feel that the wine had gone to my head I was not going to let that spoil my plans, I pushed him into a chair and reached into my nag for the pair of shiny bahis firmaları handcuffs that I had placed in there that morning. I handcuffed each of his arms in turn to the arms of the chair and slowly began to unbutton my blouse, revealing a black lacy bra, covering two large well rounded breasts, I could already see by the somewhat large bulge in his trousers that this was exciting him, but my plan had only just began.

Next I removed a blind fold from my bag and placed it over his eyes, fastening it tightly to make sure that he could not see what was going on…I then began unbuttoning his shirt running my finger from the top of his chest to the top of his trousers which made his breathing become more rapid and he let put the occasional moan. I again reached into my bag, this time pulling out a can of cream, which I immediately began to spray all over his chest. As I began to lick the cream he started to shudder with the feeling of my tongue on his soft skin, while still licking the cream I allowed my hands to slip down and undo his jeans, pulling them to the floor as I did so.

This left his manhood poking out of his boxers, almost begging me to pay it some attention (as if I could refuse). I kaçak iddaa took his manhood with both hands and placing my soft lips around the head a began to gently suck the tip and tickle it with the tip of my tongue, gradually allowing more to enter my mouth, as it did so I began to suck harder and harder getting into a rhythm as though we were making love, and he began to thrust into my mouth as much as he could through his restraints…sensing that he was really enjoying this I began massaging his balls which only served to make him more impatient to break free, when I felt that he was ready to sum, I stopped and stood up…impatiently he cried “what’s going on? Why did you stop?” Of course I ignored this as I began to remove the last of my clothes and pull his boxers to the floor. He was not the only one who was aroused, I was soaking wet and couldn’t wait to climb on top of him, yet my game wasn’t over yet. I straddled him and began to kiss him firmly on the lips and neck, I pressed my breasts against him has his hands struggled to get free…

I could take it no longer, I removed his blindfold and mounted him, as his manhood entered me I took a sharp breath as a tingling sensation shot down my spine, his kaçak bahis hard, hot manhood was probing deep inside me and I could feel every inch of it, I began to rise and fall on his cock while still kissing him, I wanted to feel his touch and so I un handcuffed him, in an instant his hands reached for my breasts caressing each one lovingly while he began to thrust into me with his hips, he took each breast in turn and began licking around my nipples, taking them into his mouth and gently nibbling on each until they became hard pink gems, which he sucked lovingly, while his hands explored my body, sending shivers of excitement through me, he began to thrust into me harder and harder and faster and faster, which was a relief as I could feel the most earth shattering orgasm rising inside of me, my body began to quiver and tremble as my muscles gradually began to tighten around his hard cock which was still pounding in and out at a very fast pace, as the muscles tightened still further she could no longer hold it, she let out a scream as she reached her peak and the feeling of his hot load shooting inside her only served to make her more excited…as she gradually began to come down from her peak she kissed him lovingly and he remained inside her until he involuntarily slipped out, exhausted they collapsed onto the bed in each others arms hugging and kissing until they both fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about their future together.

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In a cool low lit room you push me to my hands and knees making sure my legs are spread wide. You take your time running your fingertips over my hips, thighs, to the curve of my ass and I shiver. I move to push back on your hands and you hold me still, taking your time. I feel the palm of your hand graze over my sex then cup firmly. I’m tense, nervous and incredibly turned on. I hear the sigh of approval from your lips as your fingers slide up sideways toward the one hole that’s been neglected for over a year.

I lay my head back down, shaking, wondering what you will do. I hear you move behind me and jump when I feel a fingertip press to my ass. I shove my hand between my legs to find out what you’re doing, touching your thumb on my asshole. My wrist grinding into my clit. I hear you half smile and sigh behind me and you push my own finger into me. I get the hint. My middle finger slides in. Damn my ass is tight but I know you watch as my finger disappears. My own finger feels huge inside me but pleasurable.

I hear you shift again as my breathing deepens. My wrist against my clit is doing it’s job well. I push my finger in to the middle knuckle when I feel your hand push the rest of my finger in. The muscles tighten around my own hand. I pull my finger out and dip two fingers to my own dripping sex and return to my ass, dampening it. Sliding two fingers into it I sigh in pleasure then you pull my fingers away. I feel heat on my cheeks as you lean down to me and tense suddenly to feel warm, wet tongue slide across my hole.

“Oh fuck!” I whisper. My hand buries itself in my own sex as your hands pull my ass cheeks apart so you can see what you’re tasting. I hear a slight groan as your tongue is flattened over my hole and I can’t help but push back. I’m already begging you to fuck me. Your tongue pushes past the natural tightness of me as you grip my cheeks and pull me to you. I move willingly. I’m so damn close to coming on my own hand.

Those hands grip my cheeks hard as your tongue explores the one thing no one’s touched in a very long time and the realization of being tongue fucked in my asshole brings me to one hand and I push against you as I come on my own fingers, almost growling from canlı bahis the intensity, shaking I feel your fingers replace your tongue.

I crash back to the sheets, barely able to breathe and automatically push back against your fingers. You know you can have it.

“Take it,” I manage to whisper and I cry out as your hand slaps my left cheek hard and grips it. I tense thinking you’re going to slap my other cheek when I feel your fingers push inside me. Hard. I gasp and grip the pillow under my head as my hole burns and stretches. I shiver as you slap my right cheek and grip it hard, making sure the flesh is warm and quivering under your palm. I hear you move again and your fingers disappear from my ass. I feel flesh against my thighs and I tense automatically. A soft brush of your cock against my lips, rubbing firmly into my sex. What the hell is he going to do? I make myself relax.

“Good,” I hear you murmur. You make sure your cock is damp with my juices and I reach down and press it into my sex, getting it good and wet. I hear you groan in approval as I take over, running the length of you with my fingers, palming the head of your cock against my clit. I push my hips against your rock hard cock, enjoying the feel of stiff flesh against my own warm pulsing sex.

“Give me your hands,” you say softly. I pull my hand away from you and hold them back. You move them to my ass cheeks. “Hold them,” you say a bit louder. I grab my own flesh and pull them wide apart. I shiver as I feel the head of your cock slide up and down on my hole. It almost tickles but so very warm and I hold myself still, knowing you have your pick of what you want of me. I feel your cock once again push against my asshole, barely stretching the muscles. Oh damn, he’s going to do it. You slip down and shove into me forcefully and I cry out as I let go of my cheeks and push back.

“Oh fuck me,” I whisper.

I wasn’t ready for this invasion. I still, taking in your length. A thought flashes through my mind that if you can stuff me this full in my sex what will it feel like in my ass. I clench your cock tight as I feel my juices run down my slit. I brace my hands against the wall as you pull back, and you push into me bahis siteleri once again. Your hands on my hips making me fuck you. I hear your breathing change and one hand lets go of my hips. You hit the bottom of me each time, rubbing on my hidden button inside my sex and I’m so damn close to coming again. Your thumb pops into my asshole and slam against me as I come hard around your cock, almost growling in sheer pleasure. I hear you breathe heavily above me as my sex grips you tightly. My hands fall to my sides as I collapse against the sheets unable to move. I almost whimper at the loss of your cock in my sex but sigh as you move to my asshole and rub the tip on it. I push back against you making your cock pop into my ass. I hear you inhale suddenly and sigh contently. It’s so fucking huge in my ass!! Panic sets in but I make myself relax. I want this. You want this.

You push forward and I hear you groan in appreciation of the tightness. I tense against the burning of my sphincter and make myself relax. My hand returns to my sex, feeling how wet I am. You keep pushing inside me till I feel your balls on the back of my hand and I reach back and gently squeeze them. I hear you half giggle and groan as you pull back, leaving barely the tip inside me. You grab my hips tight and shove with all your strength, sighing in pleasure as you bury yourself in my ass!

“Oh shit!” I yell as you fuck me at a slow pace. I’m so stretched wide! I’m amazed at how different a cock can feel in my ass than in my own dripping sex. I can’t breathe but my sex reacts and drenches my hand and your balls. I squeeze your balls tight as you slide into me, burying yourself deep. I can tell you’ve obviously had practice at this. I’ve got one hand braced against the wall, one holding your balls and I relax and push against you. I can’t help but gasp, groan, whine and whimper as you push into me.

“Fuck my ass,” I groan.

“I am,” is the only reply I get. Smartass, I think to myself. I feel every pulse, vein and ridge of your cock in my ass. You keep fucking me steadily and I start moaning, whimpering, purring at the sensation of you fucking me so well that it makes my sex react and want to come again. You move faster as my asshole bahis şirketleri loosens up a bit and I feel your hand push mine out of the way.

You dip two fingers into me, wiggling them, smacking them on my hidden spot and I grip them tight as I almost come on your fingers. You pull them out and lean over me.

“Taste yourself,” you command. I lean up and greedily suck on both fingers making sure they’re clean. You straighten and fuck me faster.

“I taste like cherries,” I comment softly. You dip one finger into my sex and bring it to your own mouth.

“You’re right,” you reply and grab my hips again and moan loudly. It’s music to my ears. Faster you fuck me, I brace both hands against the wall as the feel of your cock now slides easily into my ass, pushing against my sex barely rubbing my spot. I push back, silently asking for you to fuck me harder. You pull my legs out from under me and straddle one leg but pull the other up to the side of me, but never pulling your cock out. I’m pinned to the sheets. You lean over me and begin to hammer your cock into my hole, your groans of approval sends shivers down my spine and I push up as best I can to give you the deepness you crave. I slip my hand under me and rub my clit. You lean up again and watch as your cock slides in and out. I feel you pause and then a…

Click.
Click.
Click.

“What the hell?!” I groan and you almost crouch over me and pound me hard and fast.

“Fuck me, fuck my ass,” I breathe. I reach back, clit forgotten and pull one cheek away and I hear you grunt as I feel your balls draw up. I know you’re close. Pinned to the sheets under you, you pump me faster. It’s almost animalistic the way you fuck me, thrusting into me hard, fast, non stop and I take it. I revel in it. I enjoy it, turning it into my own lust and arch my back as I come repeatedly. I’ve never been able to have an orgasm just from butt fucking. I hear you groan above me as you slam into me. Balls shaking you exhale loudly as l my ass is suddenly hot, full as you come inside me. I shiver underneath you as the energy you release inside me drenches us both. You thrust into me one last time. I hear you take a ragged breath and lean over me, resting your head on my lower back. Your cock is still buried in me. You move after a few moments, slowly pulling out.

Click.

“You had to take a picture of it, huh?”

“Of course,” you reply as you lay down next to me.

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[It is not requisite that you first read the earlier stories in this series prior to enjoying this one. However, if you are offended by excretory punishment or infibulation, you should not read the story.]

*

Eleanor was one very excited woman as she walked from her apartment to the best restaurant in the city, known simply as The Lounge. Senior Correctional Officer Annette had invited her to this going-away occasion and Eleanor was most grateful to Annette for making her horrible year on infibulatory punishment as tolerable as it had turned out to be.

After all, while Eleanor had suffered public humiliation for her adultery with another woman’s husband—her vaginal lips were closed for the year with the surgical insertion of small alloy rings in her labia—and the entire case had been thoroughly reported on in the Woman’s Compass newspaper, Annette had made sure Eleanor complied with the requirements set for those under correctional supervision and Eleanor had completed her sentence with no issues arising.

Eleanor now was a married woman herself, ready to move with dear Jackson to another city where they would be far less conspicuous. She entered The Lounge and the hostess smiled when she mentioned her companion and escorted her to a booth. Annette rose and welcomed her and then indicated that there was a third lunch companion, Justice Lesley, one of the three-judge panel that had sentenced Eleanor and also released her from correction.

Justice Lesley was blonde and Eleanor felt a slight bit better about her joining them for lunch because this justice had written the short opinion when Eleanor’s prosecutrix, Gail, had tried to extend Eleanor’s punishment, an unwise move that resulted in the court, per Justice Lesley’s decision, ordering that Gail be caned and that her counsel receive both a caning and some extra Mistress’s strokes, that is, imposed on her open vulva.

“Hello, Eleanor,” Justice Lesley said with a broad smile. “I hope we might be friends in future. I know you will harbor some resentment towards the court for your sentence but Annette has told me how well you have behaved and we are very pleased with that. And please accept my congratulations on your marriage as well. Dianne informed me [referring to the Chief Justice who had married Eleanor] as to how impressed she was with your husband.”

Eleanor smiled in return and told Justice Lesley she was very honored that the judge thought so well of her. Annette then added that she hoped Eleanor would stay in contact with her even when she moved, because after some additional time had passed, Eleanor would be entitled under the code of the Women’s Republic to move for expungement of her court record, assuming continued good behavior. “You seem to be a fine candidate for that when it is timely,” Justice Lesley noted, “and I will personally review Annette’s report when it is completed.”

This pleased Eleanor greatly, because it was a canlı bahis signal that she could depend on both of these two powerful women to advance her cause. There had been some good, she now felt, in what she had suffered.

The three ladies celebrated the occasion by ordering a split of Perrier Jouet. They had just finished toasting when Eleanor spotted her archenemy, Gail, walking toward them. She had a nasty look on her face and did not try to avoid seeing them.

When she arrived at their booth, no one invited her to join them. “Thanks for the non-invitation,” Gail said with a slight note of disdain, “not that I would want to join any of you for any reason. I’ll just wait until this lady”—pointing to Eleanor—”finds out what it’s like when her new husband cheats on her.”

Justice Lesley saw that this was not a meeting that would make anything better. “I think you had better go on and live without spending any more time here,” she said snappily.

Gail failed to take the hint and merely rejoined, “Oh, I’m fine and I’m certainly not spending any more time with this whore and the ones who support her behaviour.”

She did not instantly realize that she had overstepped the line.

“That is uncalled for,” Justice Lesley said in a severe tone. “I could have you charged but instead, Annette, will you take her to the ladies’ room, and have Eleanor go with you.”

Gail blanched and Eleanor somehow refrained from smiling at Justice Lesley’s statement, which was tantamount to an order to the senior correctional officer. The ladies room at The Lounge was quite large and in a sense, gave the whole restaurant its theme as well as its name. Women who had offended their superiors were traditionally escorted to the large ladies room here and taken over the lap of their superior to be spanked or otherwise disciplined right then and there.

This was the Republic’s carrying on of the old societal practice most of them remembered of mothers taking their misbehaving children into the ladies room to be punished. Here, there were a number of both couches and armless chairs clearly designed for this purpose in the ladies room. There were also a number of cabinets along the wall that contained many punishment implements for use by the chastiser. On the other side of the room were a series of stalls for the principal purpose of the room, which was to serve as a toilet for ladies lunching at the Lounge.

Annette escorted Gail to the ladies room by the hand. She detected some fear on the part of the woman of what was in store for her because of her indiscretion and nastiness. Eleanor followed them and she was mildly surprised to be joined by the very blonde and attractive Justice Lesley.

“I haven’t actually seen a ladies room punishment for some time,” the judge whispered to Eleanor. “It seems appropriate for me to join the two of you there.”

When they arrived at the ladies room, two of the couches and bahis siteleri one chair were in use for their intended purpose. Younger women or teenaged girls were spread across their senior’s—usually their mother’s—laps with their skirts rather shamefully pulled up and often rather colorful and skimpy panties down at their knees or lower. They were being punished either by the mother’s hand loudly spanking their nether cheeks or, in one instance, by the use of a large paddle by a slim, very stylish lady who was probably punishing her submissive, who wore a black leather collar.

Annette selected an available armless chair and with her finger, summoned Gail to stand at her side. “You will lift your skirt well above your waist,” she directed, “and lower your panties to below your knees. Then you will place yourself across my lap.”

Gail’s face immediately and presumably involuntarily reddened but she did what she was told, following the humiliating order. Then she lay across the senior correctional officer’s oatmeal tweed skirted lap. She realized an even worse extra punishment would occur as the oatmeal tweed was rough and was irritating her most private places as she lay across it, bared.

Gail was older than the other women being punished in the room and realized that the others were either teenagers or, in the one case, a youthful submissive. This further shamed her and she even began to be sorry that she had gone out of her way to confront Eleanor in the presence of such important women.

Annette now began to spank Gail’s white buttocks, which reddened faster than her face. Gail was starting to appreciate what her court-ordered caning had apparently not conveyed to her about the need to accept the court’s decision and to get over her anger.

Worse yet was Justice Lesley’s seating herself right in front of Gail’s tear-filled face. “You need to learn to be appreciative of what this Republic has done for you,” she told the woman as Annette spanked Gail. “We ordered a woman who had damaged you to receive a very severe punishment. She was infibulated for a year. You should be ready to move on, as she is.”

While Gail was starting to understand the situation she was in—she knew that all her friends would soon hear via the women’s grapevine about her being spanked in the ladies room of The Lounger—she did not respond quickly enough to Judge Lesley, who expected such deference based on her status.

Annette proceeded to complete the punishment by use of a riding tappet to administer some burning strokes to Gail’s crimson bottom. Now Gail was starting to whimper as Annette continued to hit her already bruised and fiery buttocks. Worse for her was to come, however.

Justice Lesley, clearly infuriated by Gail’s failure to respond to her advice, decided to intervene in the punishment. She said to Annette, “Bring her over to the punishment stall.”

Both Gail and Eleanor winced when they heard this bahis şirketleri severe statement by the judge. The punishment stall had been provided by The Lounge’s operators as a service to women who wished to administer especially humiliating punishment to those who had offended. Men by the way were not excluded even though this was the ladies room. There was a separate area for women to bring men to be punished so they would not see the women under discipline.

The person being punished in the punishment stall was made to lie on her back and insert her head through an opening that was then tightened. When she opened her eyes, she was staring up, her head resting on a shelf above the water level in a special toilet. This person was now Gail, who stared up through the hole in the toilet seat.

Soon the seat was occupied by the pale posterior of none other than Justice Lesley, who had raised her severe black skirt and lowered her white panties so that her bare bottom sat on the comfortable seat. The spread of her cheeks exposed her small anal opening and her larger vaginal lips. Gail now faced the truly devastating situation that one of Justice Lesley’s intimate openings would soon open and deliver its contents—of her bladder or her bowels—on Gail’s face, perfectly located as a target in the toilet.

Eleanor had never seen this punishment imposed and was most impressed with Justice Lesley’s presence as she exposed her intimate areas to view. Annette too was somewhat surprised although the senior correctional officer had both viewed and administered this kind of discipline during her long career.

A muffled scream from Gail indicated that Justice Lesley had apparently released something onto Gail’s face and from what Eleanor smelled, it likely was fecal matter from the judge’s anus. Then the women heard a spray hit the woman’s face, both washing off the soft feces and conveying the unmistakable scent of both urine and the excrement. Justice Lesley then wiped between her legs, front to rear, deposited the paper in a special container, and rose from the toilet, pulling up her panties and letting her skirt fall.

She turned back, retrieved a spray cord and nozzle, and opened the control, proceeding then to carefully wash Gail’s still stupefied face and upper torso as the spray cleaned off the judge’s own feces and urine from Gail’s body. Gail was then released from the toilet by Annette, who offered her a towel to dry her upper body.

She knew enough, although she hated having to do it, to stand formally in front of the now-seated Justice Lesley and beg forgiveness by apologizing to the judge and requesting to be released. The judge calmly told her she hoped Gail had learned a lesson and bade her leave.

Annette and Eleanor now joined Justice Lesley, as they returned to their booth for dessert and a final toast.

“To Eleanor’s continuing rehabilitation,” Justice Lesley proclaimed, and Annette and a shame-faced Eleanor joined in the pleasant atmosphere. As they soon saw, when departing the premises of The Lounge, Gail’s name was being placed on a chalkboard listing those who had been disciplined in the ladies room that day.

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She walked straight down the middle of the long pier, ignoring the yells of the fat man running behind her. The girl was winning the race when another figure stepped in front of her.

“Sorry Missy but I can not let you go,” he said, “The fat man will fire me for sure.” He lowered his eyes, looking down at his bare feet, adding, “¿usted entiende que no es nada personal?” Standing in the middle of the walkway, arms crossed legs spread apart, he was not going to let her escape. Washing and polishing the gringo’s boats was the best job he’d had.

The girl never broke her stride, only said, “Sure Manuel, it’s nothing personal.” With that she grabbed the collars of his worn shirt, and brought her knee up into his groin with more force than her slight build should have allowed. Maintaining her grip on his shirt, she pulled him forward, off balance, then pushed his rigid body off the pier. She hesitated only long enough to see his head bob to the surface.

“You damn bitch,” the fat man screamed behind her, as he steadied his bulk against a piling, gulping in the humid air. “You owe me,” he yelled again.

Walking faster now, she turned her head just enough to acknowledge the man’s pleas, shouting, “I paid you, you SOB, we’re even.” The fat man’s head slumped, sweat from his forehead, dripping on the wooden planks.

Along with owning the docks, the fat man was the loan shark to every fisherman and gringo boat bum down on his luck. Everybody owed the fat man something, so she knew it wouldn’t be long before his buddies showed. She had paid him for the repairs, much more than they were worth, but he had always wanted more. The girl glanced across the tiny cove; she saw a group of men, wildly pointing at her, as they boarded a small trawler. One man was throwing off the tender lines when a couple of puffs from the diesel stack told her they were getting underway. “Shit,” she thought, “I’ve got to move my ass.” With another hundred yards to her moored cat, the young woman kicked into a sprint. If the fat man had finished the promised work, she might have a chance to escape. She knew that with the tide out, it would be impossible for the trawler to cross the sandbar, with much speed anyway. On the other hand, her catamaran could handle as little as eighteen inches under the twin hulls, and was very fast; the girl might still make it out. She leaped the last eight feet off the rotted planks, landing hard in the cockpit, and began tearing off the mainsail ties. As the big sail fell loose, the girl cranked the winch with all her strength, hiking the bellowing Dacron taut. The cat leaped forward in the fifteen-knot wind when the mooring lines brought it to a stop.

This is where I enter the story. I was one of those boat bums down on his luck, working off a never-ending debt to the fat man. I’d reached this broken down Mexican harbor three-month earlier with a blown head gasket and a crippled ketch. Several years of gales, thunderstorms, and disrepair had the old girl leaking so badly that I had to bale her hour by hour. With nothing else to do, on the evening high tide, I sailed the ketch onto the beach, laid her on her side, and went looking for help. That’s when I met the fat man. Over a few beers, he convinced me he could get the parts for the diesel, all I had to do in return was work off the debt in his yard. Since I was good around boats and money was tight, his plan was my only option. As the weeks past, I realized the fat man was not anxious for my departure. The parts always seemed to be just a few more days away.

After two months of working in the dank holes of countless fishing trawlers, I had the inevitable face to face one evening. “Pardon me, Don Marujjo, would you know when my boat parts will arrive?” I asked, showing the respect he demanded from all his underlings.

The fat man turned, faced me, trying to place my face with my debt, and finally answered, “Ah Senõr, you know, these things take time. I was sure they would be on the bus today-maybe tomorrow.” He stiffened when I didn’t nod then added, “You know you cost me a lot of money. There’s the room, the food, all the beer, yet I’ve been very generous to you.”

Without a clear idea of how to extradite myself, I rushed on, “Senõr, I live in the back of the tool shed; the shrimpers and trawlers give me their culls; what little I drink is earned from sweeping the bar.” My rage building, I blurted out, “You pay me nothing, and I doubt the parts are ever coming.”

Ignoring my outburst, the fat man looked up, squinting in the glare of the sun, and questioned, “When do you have time to sweep the bar? You’re supposed to be working for me. If you have that much time on your hands, maybe you’re not working hard enough. How do you expect me to buy expensive parts for your boat when you slack off?” Then he added, “Maybe you need to get back to work before I forget my generosity. Finish the work on that girl’s catamaran.”

I was below, hooking up a wiring harness güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri on the cat’s engine when I heard a thud, then frantic movements above. The boat started to accelerate, then came to an abrupt halt. The sudden impact sent me sprawling over the motor, striking my head against the bulkhead. “What the hell is going on?” I yelled, feeling the knot on my forehead growing.

The girl heard the commotion below but had other things on her mind. The lines were straining at the cleats, taut from the pressure of the wind in the sail. She leaped to the stern, cut the mooring, then scrambled forward to server the bow line. As the last threads of the nylon rope parted, the cat leaped forward, again knocking the man onto his back. The girl kicked the wheel over enough to clear the piers, then started wincing the large foresail. The Ginny caught the wind, and the cat accelerated. The woman looked over at where she thought the trawler would be and was surprised to find it past the shoal, making steady progress to cut off her escape. To save her lead, she recklessly wove through the anchor rode where a dozen shrimp boats were sitting, barely missing their buoys, and ignoring the curses the fishermen yelled.

The trawler had reached the cut, and was turning to block the entrance when the two boats met. The large boat’s crew was sure she would turn to avoid the collision, after all, she was only a little gringo girl. They stared in disbelief when the woman slammed the wheel over at the last possible moment, brought in the mainsail tight to the wind, forcing the cat’s starboard hull out of the water. The catamaran’s cables were shrieking from the strain as the two boats closed for the inevitable collision. Then the aluminum skin of the sailboat’s hull, now four feet above the water, screeched and tore along the side of the trawler’s rigging as they flew by at eighteen knots. Then it was over. The twin-hulled craft settled back on its keels, passed through the breakwater, and out into the immunity of the Gulf.

Picking myself up from the floor, I examined the bleeding cut on my knee. I had no idea who was in charge of this ride but I was bruised, sore, and very mad. Placing both hands on the edge of the hatch, I lifted myself above the cabin, demanding, “What the hell is going on?” to no one in particular until I looked back, seeing her.

She stood with both hands on the wheel, her small knuckles white from the pressure. The wind was blowing her sun-bleached hair, the strands partially covering the side of her face. I knew who she was; everyone at the docks knew. She was the only woman around who could make the fat man stop eating and look. I had been too shy, I could not even nod, but I had always watched her as she passed.

She turned her head, facing into the wind, allowing the flat curls to blow clear of her eyes, then said, “What are you doing on my boat? You’ve got five seconds to jump or I’ll throw you over.”

I looked into her face long enough to know she was deadly serious, then looked past her shoulder at the rapidly receding headland. “I don’t know if you’re some nut case or what, but I’m the guy who was fixing your boat. Anyway, I’m not much of a long distance swimmer. I’m not going anyplace,” I simply explained.

To hold the course, the girl slowly looped a line around the wheel, and looked at me. “I hope for your sake, you’re a fast learner,” she said. With that, she moved around the wheel, heading directly toward me. Her anger telegraphed her every move. I watched her eyes, and when she was within distance, she turned, and kicked where my head had been. I caught her foot with both hands, twisted her leg around, forcing her face to the deck. She screamed from the pain. Ignoring her yells, I knelt on her back and forced her arms above her head. She cried out, “Stop, you’re hurting me!” I paused when I recognize I was on autopilot, operating on instinct only. I had never hurt a woman in my life; here I was, on top of this girl, prepared to stop her regardless.

I raised my knee to relieve the pressure from her back, quickly released her arms, blurting out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you… It’s just… I’m serious about the swimming. I’d drown if I had to make the shore from here.”

She lay still for a moment, and then turned over, her tangled hair twisting behind. She looked into my face but telegraphed nothing as her fist hit my throat with blinding speed. I was blacking out, waves of nausea causing me to choke. The girl crawled from under my paralyzed form, grabbed my arms, and started to drag me to the railing. As she pulled me forward, she screamed, “You piece of shit, I know you’re one of the fat man’s flunkies. I’m not going back there! I’m not going to be one of his whores!”

She released my arms, began to roll me under the rail netting, then hesitated. Laying on the edge, gulping for breath, I squinted at the green foam sliding by the hull when my free hand touched güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the winch handle. I clutched the eight-pound piece of steel, ready to swing blindly at her head with what strength remained. Then, she pulled my limp frame back into the cockpit. Her long legs collapsed as she fell into a heap at the base of the wheel pedestal, sobbing uncontrollably.

With a huge effort, I raised myself onto an elbow, watching the shaking figure. “For what’s it’s worth, I’m nobody’s flunky,” I gasped. “I got into the same mess you did, broken boat, little money… ‘Course, my plans didn’t include drowning anyone on the way out,” I said.

Between her sobs, the beginning of a faint smile appeared on her lips. She looked up at my face. I saw her desperate need for trust. She finally raised herself and sat with her back against the pedestal, knees to her chin, arms tightly twined around her legs, and asked, “Are you alright?” Her tear-streaked face couldn’t conceal the stark beauty.

“Sure, I’m fine,” I answered. In twelve years of mixing it up in every kind of backwater, no one had laid me out like that. She didn’t need to know.

“Good,” she said, as she turned to the immediate duties at hand. “Then jump down in the starboard hull to check for water. We both may be swimming if I holed her.” She swung to her feet, brought in the small tri-sail sheet, getting the last knot of speed out of the cat, never doubting whether I was following her command.

With the boat running this fast, close to the wind, in a three-foot chop, my passage across the hull was dangerous. I thought for an instant, ‘Maybe she’s still trying to buck me off.’ I looked back to see her standing tall, gazing straight ahead, scanning the horizon for her own demons. I didn’t seem to be one of those demons, at the moment anyway. Her long hair again covered the side of her face, concealing her eyes from my stare. The top buttons on her blouse had torn in our brief struggle. The outline of a firm breast was clearly visible. She had her chance to toss me; something had stopped her. I shook my head, and then ducked through the hatch to survey the damage. The hull’s aluminum skin showed signs of the heavy impact but was still holding tight.

Raising my head, I shouted, “She’s dry,” then struggled back into the cockpit. “You have a couple of good dings in her, though. Where’d you learn to drive?”

With only a slight frown, she said, “I had some uninvited company earlier. I didn’t feel like taking guest right then.” As I steadied myself with one hand on the back cable, a large quarter-beam wave hit the boat. I quickly placed my other hand on her shoulder to keep from being thrown across the deck. I could feel the firmness of her muscles through the thin cotton. I was momentarily afraid that, like some wild untamed creature, she would jump away from my grasp but she accepted my touch, continuing to stare at the horizon. The strong currents of air moved her hair back and forth across my arm.

I watched her as I always had, from behind. The auburn strands were bleached from the elements to a soft golden tan. The wind exposed the back of her neck, and when the wind had mercy, the locks flowed along her back, ending at the dimples of her waist. Dimples gave way to an almost girlish bottom, but devoid of anything but muscles. To compensate for the constant movement of the boat she captained, her slender legs were spread, always in motion, shifting with her hips to remain rock steady. There was an overpowering need to raise my hand to her slender neck, caress her throat, but my hand remained fixed to her shoulder.

“Listen,” she finally said, “I need to get down the coast quickly, but there’s a little village called San Carlos about seventy miles south. There’s a weekly bus service there heading north that will get you back to the harbor. I’m sorry for bringing you into this.” Turning to face me, she said, “It’s all I can do, for now.” Her eyes searched mine for some kind of understanding.

I quickly turned my head away, looking for anything on the horizon, anything to avoid those sharp green eyes. “It’s not like you kidnapped me,” I confessed. “This is probably for the best. There’s not much need for me to go back. I’ve known for some time now that I would never see my boat seaworthy again. Somehow or another, the fat man will believe I helped you escape. Problem is, I can’t just run around Mexico without documents. If I can hitch a ride with you to Mazatlan, I can find an American Consular there who may issue a new passport.” I said.

Turning forward, she said, “I can get you to Mazatlan. It’ll be good to have some help on the night passages.” Her slim fingers massaged the bruise on her neck, the bruise I had caused. “Now get some sleep, you’ll need to relieve me at 0300. Take the quarter bunk,” she instructed, then added, laughing, “That is, if you can put up with the nut case?” Even before my head hit the cushions, I was güvenilir bahis şirketleri asleep.

I awoke from some noise, disturbed, disorientated, and with a sliver of the moon shining through the starboard port. I rubbed my neck, and then remembered what had happened. The boat was in calm water, slowly swinging at anchor, which didn’t make sense. When I crashed earlier, the cat was starting a fast night passage in four-foot breakers, taking a beating for every foot she made. In the pale light, I looked over at the bulkhead chronometer. It showed a little past 0300. Climbing through the hatch, I saw a figure on the stern swim platform.

“Care to take a swim?” she asked. The soft light of the moon, just rising from the water, displayed her naked form. She had grasped the boom, as high as she could reach, stretching her full length, her firm breasts uplifted in the night air. Through years of cruising, she exhibited little of the conventional modesty familiar to polite places. I knew she was comfortable, clothed or not. Moreover, her body was not remarkable in any classical sense; the skin had been toughened by the hot tropical winds, and numerous small scares, from mishaps aboard, showed clearly on her limbs. Two things stirred me as I gazed at her form, though: The slenderness of her waist stressed the curvature of the lush moist mound, demanding investigation-exploration; and finally, there was the bottomless depth of her eyes. In the daylight, they sparkled green, indifferent to the sun; but now, in the weak moonlight, the color had gone, only to be replaced with an abyss of mystery.

Confused, I stuttered, “What about my 0300 watch and…. Where are we?” My head continued to need reason, but a warm glow had started in my groin, as I watched her body sway from the movement of the boat.

“I was exhausted and it didn’t look like I would ever wake you,” she said, “I’ve been in this little cove before. The shrimpers use it to anchor, sleeping during the day but there is nobody here tonight. We’re about twenty miles south of San Carlos,” She added, asking again, “Now, how about that swim?”

“Sure, I could use a swim, my neck is still sore from this afternoon,” I answered. With my unintentional slip, she laughed, then dove cleanly off the platform into the warm gulf. The water luminesced around her skin as she broke through the surface, then she was gone. I removed my shorts and shirt, waiting for her to appear again. After what seemed too long, a doubt arose that she might have dived into a shallow area and be in trouble. I first hesitated, then jumped over the railing, feet together, and sank straight to the bottom. As soon as my foot touched the soft sand, I kicked, trying to break the surface quickly. I felt her arms circling my chest, her breasts pressing tightly into my back; our bodies rose together, her mouth close to my ear.

Surfacing, she took a long breath, giggled softly, and said, “You weren’t kidding about not being a swimmer. How can you be a blue water sailor who can’t swim?” she asked. She continued to hold me tightly; she was treading water for both of us.

“I can swim, I just tend to sink more than most; maybe it has something to do with buoyancy,” I said. “Besides, I thought you were drowning, you didn’t come up for a long time.”

Her lips just touched my ear, she whispered, “Oh, that’s sweet, you were trying to save me. Nevertheless, buoyancy has nothing to do with it, love; you just need to relax. Let me show you.” She then moved her hands to my back, slowly lifting me closer to the surface. “Now, lay your head back and…” She stopped in mid sentence as my hardened cock broke the surface. “My God, that thing would sink anybody,” she laughed. “Maybe both of us would be safer on the boat.” Grabbing my hand, she swam toward the bow of the cat where the trampoline was closest to the water. Clutching the edge of the netting, she swung herself up. “Here, give me your hand, I’ll help you.” She said.

For someone so slim, I was amazed at her seemingly effortless strength. I had one leg up and started to lift myself out of the water when she seized my hip and rolled me over, the soft netting cradling my back. There was only a quiet moment as I looked into her face, seeing the demanding hunger. Then she was on top of me, crushing my mouth with her lips, forcing my hands back onto the netting, her hips grinding into my body. She brought her legs up, knelt on her knees, crushing her mound into my cock. I forced her hands from mine, grasped her hips, guiding her over the head of my cock. When the head had just touched the sweet wet area between her lips, I drove my hips upward, pulling her down hard. She screamed but I continued pumping cruelly, forcing myself deeper. Her fingernails were clawing at my chest, her breathing coming in gulps, when she stiffened, a low moan coming from the back of her throat. Her head collapsed onto the netting, her mouth pressing against my throat. I could feel her heart pounding on my chest; hear her short sweet gasps of breath

. After some time, she whispered, “Did you cum, love?”

I remained still, enjoying the feel of my engorged cock in her. I was relishing the weight of her hips on my abdomen, feeling her chest rising and falling over me. “Not yet,” I answered.

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Tori, after getting home and resting comfortably on her own bed, awoke to the vibrations from her phone. She was drowsy, dizzy, and she barely had any clothes on as it was. All she had on was her socks. When she looked at her phone, she saw it was 9:30 a.m.. Tori unlocked her phone and saw she had a new message from her master, Armin. She opened the message and looking at the time it was sent, she shook in fear for several moments because it was sent two hours earlier.

H-hello…

Tori sent a message to him, but within the next several seconds, Tori had received a barrage of texts from him.

Hello? HELLO?!

Bitch, I do not want to hear no fucking hello.

When I send a message, I expect to be replied back.

Am I fucking understood?

Tori grew wet from how he was sending these angry texts, her cunt easily dripping its juices down her thighs slowly. She could not help but rub her juicy, pink pussy lips slowly, swirling them around in a circle for a moment then slapping it as if her master was hitting it and abusing it himself.

I’m sorry Master. I’m a bad girl. Please punish me. Make me finger myself until I cum, make me suck on any number of cocks until my face is so full of cum. Please Master~

Tori sent him the message, but after several minutes of no response from him, she received a reply.

I’m not giving you that. Instead, get dressed in the sluttiest outfit you have. I will pick you up in several minutes.

Tori, who was basically nodding unconsciously, threw her phone onto her bed and went to her closet, picking out several articles of clothing. In the sunlight of the room, her peach-white skin gave off a lustrous glow. Her large breasts bounced around, almost looking like a pair of balloons from their size. Her backside and ass just wiggled around while she looked at her choices. One outfit had her in a short sundress that exposed most of her ass. The next outfit had her wearing a large keyhole sweater that exposed part of her areola and much of her cleavage. Another outfit, however, was a Chinese dress that had the sides cut up to her ribs to expose most of her sides and the teardrop design on the front exposed her cleavage, but because of a string inside of the dress, she could adjust the size of it to be small enough to not show anything or just wide enough to reveal both her breasts.

Thinking for a moment, Tori decided to wear the Chinese dress with a pair of black heels and fishnet stockings. She took her time getting ready, which she knew it would be displeasing to her master, but she wanted him to see her dressed like the slut she is.

It took nearly an hour for Tori to finish, most of her time was spent on doing her hair and makeup. She wore her hair in pon pons, a traditional Asian look she was giving herself with a dark shade of red lipstick and a light pink blush. She wore extra thick mascara this time so she can be even sluttier for her master and whoever he would allow to use her. The purple eyeliner and eyeshadow gave her a look of a fierce woman, but she knew she was just a cock hungry bitch.

When Tori finally came out of her home, her master did not waste any time with her and instantly shoved her inside of his car, but before she could put on her seatbelt, Tori had a blindfold put over her eyes. Since she did not know where she would be going or what her master would do, Tori was basically dripping wet. Her pussy leaked out its juices as it was rubbing against her thighs over and over again since it was bare and the cool air of the vehicle did not make it feel like it was covered.

It has been a week since Tori and her master did something. The last time they were somewhere, Tori was gangbanged by five men, all who took a turn at her in a train or just had their cocks pumping inside of her mouth or pussy. When she was passed out, her master had his way with her several times, cumming all over her back, ass, inside of her pussy, and inside of her asshole. She is her master’s cum dump and sex toy to use and abuse however he wishes.

It didn’t take long for Tori and Armin to reach their stop. When Armin got out, he opened Tori’s door and led her outside to a dark brown, dusty looking shed. Before he could open the door, Armin went to his car’s trunk and after moving several things around for several minutes, he pulled out some duct tape, a hollow mouth gag, and a blue bullet vibrator.

Grabbing Tori, Armin pulled her close to him. Thinking it was a hug, Tori opened her arms ready to embrace him, but she was mistaken. Armin just grabbed both of her wrists, and pulling them together, he wrapped some tape around them. After two to three wraparounds, Armin finally bit the end of the tape and finished tying her hands together. Being confused now, Tori opened her mouth to speak, but before any word could be let out, she had the hollow mouth gag placed in her mouth, keeping her mouth open, but she couldn’t bahis firmaları speak, much less close her mouth. Her tongue easily poked through the hole.

Afraid now, Tori was shaking. But then she felt something being placed over her head. A pair of headphones. There was no wire, so Tori assumed they were noise cancelling headphones, but then she heard a voice. “Can you hear me?” It was her master. Tori just stood still for a minute. “If you can hear me, nod slowly.” She did as her master said, nodding slowly. She couldn’t see or hear right now, but she could feel the air around her. It was tickling her a little.

“Spread your legs,” Armin commanded her through a microphone. Tori easily spread her legs for her master now. With the bullet, Armin managed to push the bullet up her cunt, the entire thing engulfed. Tori tried to let out a few moans, but they were incoherent as she could only make these guttural, if not savage like noises. “I inserted a vibrator inside of you,” Armin was explaining. “I will be turning it on a lot.” Tori nodded as some drool escaped from her mouth. To prove his statement, and to check if the bullet and remote were working, he switched on the remote at its lowest setting. Tori slightly jumped a bit as she felt the soft vibrations, although she was able to be calm.

Moving the switch up a bit now, Armin set the speed to a medium. Tori began to squirm now, her body shaking as she felt the vibrations more. Finally, Armin moved the switch up to its highest setting, causing Tori to squirm wildly, her moans now loud and clear as she was making such animalistic noises. She was drooling a lot now, her legs shaking and quivering as she wanted to cum. But she wasn’t given that pleasure as Armin completely shut off the switch, causing her to whine out. Armin just chuckled.

“Since I know it works now, it’s time for me to allow your punishment,” Armin said as he smirked and led Tori through the open door. Then, as she was inside, he shut the door behind her. Tori was alone now. She was standing as she could only hear the silence from the headphones, the warm air of the room helping her smell the scent of her pussy and its juices. She felt helpless, although given the ability to still walk didn’t stop her from feeling like anything could happen.

Without Tori’s notice, the door opened and there stepped in a pale skinned man. His pants were already off as he walked by Tori. With her not being able to notice, the man bent her over. His cock was already hard. All six inches of his member stood erect as he shoved it up her ass. At first, Tori was trying to scream and beg him to stop as best as she could, but then her master spoke through the headphones.

“This is your punishment,” He told her. “You’re going to be fucked by anyone who walks inside of this room.” Still afraid, Tori felt the man thrusting in her asshole, his cock feeling lubed up. It felt as she was being raped, but then Tori imagined what her master did yesterday, and soon, her juices began to flow down her thighs more as she was moaning through the hollow gag. She felt her body move through the thrusts like it was just a toy. She felt like a sex doll now, being used by this unknown man and not being able to hear what he was saying to her. The thrusts were becoming more rough and even faster for several minutes before she felt his cock grow thick, and thinking he was going to creampie her asshole, he pulled out and covered her ass in his semen, two little shots. Tori didn’t cum from this, but she did feel that her asshole was spread a bit, her cunt getting wet even more now.

The door opened and closed again now as the man left. Tori, panting softly, just relaxed. But that was cut cut short as she heard her master again.

“Get ready, there is a group of three coming,” He told her. Tori, not sure what she could do, just got on her knees and waited on the ground. She didn’t know if they had entered yet or if they were still outside, so she just did her best to look slutty. But as she did, she felt the vibrator turn on to the medium setting, causing her to moan for several seconds before she convulsed on the ground, orgasming for the first time today. And it was just in time when the group had entered. All of the men just looked at her with this hungry look in their eyes as the vibrator shut off. Tori was unaware of this, but she felt so good from cumming. Before she could come down from the afterglow of the first orgasm, she felt a cock get shoved in her mouth through the metallic hole. She couldn’t do anything but allow the man to use her mouth as his personal dump.

The man’s fuck stick felt small compared to the last man’s, but it was thicker. Her tongue rubbed the underside of the member, his urethra rubbing at the upper part of her mouth. Before long, he pulled out of her mouth, and before her mouth could feel alone again, another cock was shoved inside of her mouth, this one longer now as it kaçak iddaa reached the back of her uvula. She was nearly about to gag, but she didn’t as she adjusted herself on the ground, easily allowing her to deepthroat and pleasure the skinny but lengthy pole. Tori’s tongue rubbed the underside of the shaft for several minutes as he continued to simply use her throat before that, too, was pulled out of her mouth. Thinking she would receive the last cock, Tori simply tried to say ahh, but with no prevail, all she could was make out this augh sound. But there was no cock for her to have in her mouth as she was pushed onto her knees, her head on the ground as her ass hung in the air.

Before she could react, she felt a cock get pushed into her asshole. It wasn’t wet or slick, so she could feel that it was the cock that she hasn’t sucked. With her head on the ground, she felt it moving with the thrusts, her ass slapping against his hairy pelvis. In just at least seven or eight thrusts, she felt the man cum right inside of her, giving her ass a lackluster, but slick creampie. He pulled out of her, and soon after, she felt some cum run down from her dunghole before she felt another cock get shoved into her hole again, this time it was the thick one. He was thrusting slowly, although his length wasn’t too impressive. She was moaning from the slow, but rough fuck, the cock becoming thicker as she knew he would be cumming as well. But instead of cumming, he was replaced by the long and skinny fuck stick.

The pole wasn’t thick enough to keep air from coming in her hole, but it was long enough to nearly rub against the walls her master had hit before. She was moaning loudly as the thrusts were fast and hard, but within three minutes, she felt the thick member from before get shoved inside with the long cock, both of them using her hole. Tori could only imagine what they were doing to her, what they were saying, and just as she felt both cocks were going to cum, she felt the vibrator inside of her go off and switch to the highest setting, causing both her and the two cocks to cum in unison. She let out this loud, pleasurable scream of ecstasy as the two cocks filled up her hole, some cum flowing out of the bottom of the hole. Both cocks pulled out of her, the thick amount of semen flowing out of her asshole to the bottom of her labia and onto the ground, along with most of her erotic juices.

The door opened and closed again before she felt the emptiness of the room through her afterglow. Her ass remained in the air. The warm air now turned cold as she felt it tickling her hole. Her juices kept releasing from her pussy, flowing down in thick lines before becoming thin. She was in complete bliss.

“You have done well,” Armin told Tori through the headphones. She just nodded and moaned. “I’m going to end the punishment here,” Armin told her. Feeling that the punishment is over, Tori began to relax. But what she didn’t hear was that another man walked in the shed with a friend. Armin lied to her, getting Tori in a helpless feeling once again. He knew that there were other men coming, and he wanted to fool her. He wanted her to feel defenseless and helpless. “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” He told her through the headphones, and feeling happy, Tori was now fully unaware of the men.

Without knowing what will happen, Tori felt one cock get shoved in her mouth while another was shoved in her asshole, filling both of the two empty holes at once. She was in shock, if not afraid. She felt both of them men use her holes roughly, both of their meat sticks thrusting in and out of her holes in a differentiated pattern, one thrust in her mouth to push her body on the pole behind her and vice versa. She felt like a living fuck hole now, a rape toy to these two men. She wanted to cry, she wanted to beg them to stop, but the vibrator in her pussy was at its highest now again, causing her body to convulse and orgasm again from this treatment.Her throat felt pain from this thrusting as her asshole felt pain from how rough he was treating her. Soon ten minutes of all the thrusting and punishment, she felt the two poles pull out of her and switch places.

She tasted her asshole and all the cum from earlier in her mouth now, causing her to gag on the cock as the other one kept thrusting like crazy. Both of the cocks became thick as she came again, her asshole and throat tightening on the two fuck poles. It wasn’t long before the two cocks came inside of her throat and inside of her, both her mouth and asshole getting creampied by these two cocks. She forced herself to swallow the cum in her mouth to not suffocate, and as she did, Tori came once again from the vibrations, this time, both her pussy and asshole orgasming now.

The two men pulled out of her slowly, and soon, they also left. She was alone again. She felt as if she was raped, but at the same time, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed being used like a rape toy.

Tori kaçak bahis came down from the extreme orgasm, her body blushing hard before she felt someone lifting her. Her throat felt like glue was stuck inside of it, so she could barely make a sound as the semen inside began to flow down from her hole, plopping onto the ground. Even the vibrator fell out, hitting the semen and love juice puddle on the ground. The tape around her wrists was cut, She could finally move her arms now. The blindfold was the first undone from her face, and it was there that she saw her master. She wanted to hit him, she wanted to tell him off, but instead she just hugged him. He gave her a hug as well, removing her headphones so she could hear him then soon after, he removed the hollow gag.

“I’m sorry I had to fool you,” He told her. “I needed to have you feeling afraid, if not defenseless and helpless. I wanted to be sure you were in fear of your punishments.”

Tori just smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry myself. I let myself be used without your permission and this is what I deserve; to be afraid of being raped and feeling defenseless.”

Armin just smiled at her before seeing how sexy she made herself today. Her makeup was a bit runny, the mascara running down her cheeks. Her lipstick was a mess, some of it smeared onto her cheeks. Before he knew it, Armin had a boner. Tori noticed it, and being a good little cocksucker, she undid his pants. His boner popped out and nearly struck her in the face, his large love handle just as perfect as ever. She began kissing on it, the top of the head at first and the urethra, tasting his sweet precum. She then began to lick on the head, lapping at his pisshole for several seconds to taste more of his precum.

Armin let out this rough breath from his nose, and soon he placed both of his hands on Tori’s head, grabbing the pon pons. He pushed his cock into her mouth, forcing half of it inside of her mouth. Tori, moaning softly, looked up at Armin with innocent looking eyes. He felt his pole jump inside of her mouth, causing Tori to smile around his member before allowing herself to move more of it inside of her mouth. The head scraped against her uvula, causing her to moan around his fuck pole while her gag reflex tried to activate. She just plainly ignored it as she moved her hands onto both of his round balls, fondling them eroticically. She wanted to please her master.

Letting herself stop sucking, she gave him full access to use her mouth, but instead he just pulled out of her mouth. “I’m gonna let you ride me,” He told her. Tori’s eyes lit up as if she dreamt of this for a long time. Armin simply smirked and chuckled as he sat down, his back against the wall. Tori, taking off her dress, fully got naked and got on top of Armin, shoving his handle inside of herself quickly. She bounced up and down on him like a little girl on her father’s lap, his hands grabbing her ass and gripping both of the cheeks. She bounced even faster, going up and down quickly, nearly all of his cock inside of her as she kept coming back down. Armin pushed his hips up and down with each thrust, forcing her to take it all again. She screamed and moaned in complete pleasure and ecstasy, her sanity barely there now as all she thought of now was cock and cum.

Armin pushed her off of him and getting on top, he flipped her onto her back and roughly began to thrust into her in the position, his body completely over his. She felt smothered under him, and instead of feeling as if she will be crushed, she felt completely safe under him.

His thrusts became more and more rough as he slammed his pelvis against her ass cheeks, her chest and stomach pressed to the ground. She wanted him to cum inside of her now. She wanted him to just coat her in his spunk, in his baby batter, in his fucking love glue! She would get that pleasure as he pulled out of her vulva and soon after, he came all over her back and part of her ass. The thick, hot semen had coated her like it was a blanket of snow, if not gooey caramel.

Tori soon got back on her knees and faced her master now, with him standing up and his cock still as erect as ever. Without even hesitating, Tori began to deepthroat his cock. She fully got it all balls deep inside, her lips touching his slightly hairy pelvis to the base. Since he already came, Armin was too sensitive to even last another minute, so without even thinking, he pulled his cock out of her throat and came all over her face, coating it in the thick amount of jizz.

Tori, extending her hands to catch the falling semen on her chin, smiled. Her face was coated like a glazed donut. The semen that fell into her hands remained in her hands as if she was showing off to her master. She then began to lick away at the semen slowly, cleaning her hands of his jizz to preserve the precious taste of his love glue.

“Thank you master for such a delicious treat,” Tori spoke to him with the semen in her mouth, the amount of lust inside of her tone and voice only showed that she was in love with everything about her master. She is his toy. She is his slave. She is his True Slut.

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I pulled up outside Sam’s house and walked to the door, rang the doorbell and waited. Jennifer opened the door and smiled, inviting me in. She called Sam and told him to get his things ready. As we waited we exchanged the usual pleasantries, Jennifer commented that it was nice of me to take Sam golfing for the weekend and that it was nice to see him get out a lot more lately. I assured her it was no problem and that we enjoyed each others company. Sam arrived at that point, carrying a large holdall and his golf clubs. He kissed his mother goodbye and loaded his bags into my car.

As we drove away he waved to his mother then turned back to me and asked me where I was taking him for our dirty weekend. I laughed at the comment, as I thought how absurd it was that I was taking a 19 year old guy away for a weekend of sex. I told him that we would be staying at my friend Angie’s and that she was an amazingly sexy lady in her late 30’s to which I could see a smile creeping across the young mans face.

As we drove along the motorway chatting, Sam hitched himself up and slid his trousers down revealing some very nice sheer black tights with his large cock making a nice tent. I told him to stop teasing as he would make me crash the car and he laughed as he began stroking the nylon bulge. He asked me to tell him all the things we were going to do over the weekend, what Angie would like and whether she would approve of our relationship. As I told him all the things that I wanted to do, describing all the tights we were going to wear and all the things we would do with Angie he closed his eyes and began to masturbate through the tights. I became so turned on watching this out of the corner of my eye, my descriptions became dirtier and more graphic, which Sam clearly enjoyed. After a short while I saw his hand stop as his cock pulsed in the tights, hot sticky semen oozing through the tights, the semen glistening in the streetlight.

I pulled off the motorway, telling Sam not to touch anything and quickly searched for a dark side road and pulled over. The engine barely died as I unbuckled my seatbelt and buried my face down into Sam’s lap, licking and sucking his lovely warm cum, taking his cock over the top of his tights I licked and sucked it clean before popping it back into it’s nylon encasement and telling him to pull his trousers up.

Sam couldn’t contain his broad grin as we drove on and as we chatted, I told him that he was a cock teasing slut and that he would be getting it when we got to Angie’s; this just made his grin even bigger.

An hour canlı bahis later we pulled up outside Angie’s house, grabbed our bags from the boot of the car and walked to the front door and rang the bell. Angie opened the door looking absolutely stunning in a sexy nightie and satin dressing gown. Sam stood dumbstruck as his eyes traced up her gorgeous legs up to her wonderful cleavage and then her beautiful face. He stammered a hello and then said that she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, a bulge already appearing in his trousers. Angie laughed and invited us in. As we followed her my eyes followed her shapely legs and I noted that the tights she was wearing must have been super sheer as you could only just make them out.

There was no standing on ceremony as Angie lead us straight to the bedroom to drop of our bags, Sam asked which rooms were ours and I smiled as Angie told him that we only needed the one room and one bed for the weekend!

Angie left to get some drinks and I began to undress, I told Sam to relax and make himself comfortable as we wouldn’t be leaving the bedroom for the weekend! I stripped completely and searched in my bag for a nice pair of sheer grey tights. Sam stripped down to his black tights and I told him to get changed, he looked down at the white stain in the crotch and grinned as he realised that this might not be a good first impression. He searched through his bag and pulled out a pair of diamond patterned black tights and sat on the bed as he changed his tights.

Angie returned with a tray of glasses and bottles of wine, she asked if it was enough for the evening to which I replied that it probably would be as it was doubtful we would have much time to drink. She laughed as she placed the tray on her dressing table and walked towards me, we kissed passionately as I removed her dressing gown and nightie to reveal her wonderful breasts and sheer covered pussy. Sam watched, playing with his bulge as I laid her on the bed and we continued kissing, touching and stroking.

I told Sam to be a gentleman and start licking the lady which he eagerly did, burying his face deep in between his legs and pushing moist nylon deep inside her. As he licked her pussy through the tights I began kissing and biting her breasts before, Angie moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. I began kissing all the way down her body, teasing her with gentle kisses on her tummy until I reached her pussy.

Sam moved down her thighs kissing her shapely legs all the way down to her toes where he began sucking and biting them through bahis siteleri the sexy sheer nylon. I started probing Angie’s pussy with my tongue and then ripped open her crotch buried my tongue deep inside her soaking pussy.

Sam alternated between her feet, savouring the taste of each toe and sucking the whole foot at times as I continued fucking Angie with my tongue. Her juices were now in full flow and I could feel her breathing rise as she held my head against her and pushed her crotch hard against my face, her hips bucking as the orgasm overcome her.

As her orgasm subsided, I moved up and knelt in front of Angie’s face so she could take my nylon cock into her mouth, as she sucked me deep through my tights Sam moved up in between her legs. He knelt in between her and slid his large cock deep inside her soaking pussy and began to work it in and out getting harder and harder as Angie continued sucking me deeper and deeper. Before long I could feel my orgasm pulsing through my body as my cock exploded through my tights and deep into Angie’s throat as she greedily swallowed all I could produce.

Angie removed my cock from her mouth and pulled it over my tights, she gently kissed and sucked my softening manhood and sucked me clean just as Sam began to moan. I quickly told him to pull out and moved down to take his load into my mouth, swallowing every bit of his lovely salty love juice as Angie joined me, sharing his cock and continuing to suck him until he grew hard again.

I told Sam to lay on his back and Angie continued sucking his hardening cock until he was fully erect then she moved up his body kissing him all the way up until as she kissed him passionately, pushing her tongue deep into his throat, she lowered her moist pussy over his eager cock. I positioned myself behind Angie as she gently rode Sam’s hard young cock and pushed her forward on top of him more. Taking my hard cock in my hand, I moistened it with some baby oil before moving it to the entrance of Angie’s anus.

As she pushed back towards me, whilst riding Sam, I pushed my cock deep inside her and began thrusting deep inside her with the same motion as she was riding Sam. It wasn’t long before we were all thrusting and moaning, are actions becoming more frantic as our collective orgasms grew until a cascade of shudders as Sam and I came almost simultaneously deep inside Angie and then we collapsed breathless on the bed and just lay for a while kissing and touching each other.

We slowly stood up and stripped off our sodden tights, Angie lead us to the shower where bahis şirketleri all three of us stood under the hot water. As it tumbled over our skin we washed and kissed each other as Angie paid special attention to our well used cocks, massaging them with shower gel and working them into a lovely lather. Sam pushed some fingers into my anus, giving it a nice clean as I slowly jerked his lathered cock.

I turned off the shower and Sam and I stood naked as Angie patiently dried us off in a very sub servant manor and we could both see that Sam was becoming aroused again.

As we entered the bedroom Angie said that she wanted to watch for a while and put some nice red tights on and sat in a chair . Sam and I both put tan tights on and moved onto the bed.

We lay on the bed and began to kiss, I pushed my tongue deep into Sam’s mouth and kissed him passionately as we played with each others cocks. I pushed Sam’s head towards my crotch and adjusted my position so that I could take him into my mouth at the same time. As we continued to suck each other in the ’69’ position, Angie sat and watched, massaging her pussy through her tights as she did so and playing with her nipples.

I told Sam to lay on his back and positioned myself between his legs then reached down and ripped a small hole in his tights. I poured some baby oil onto my hand and rubbed it around my fingers then massaged the oil through the hole in the tights and deep inside him. I pushed first one, then two of my slippery fingers into his tight hole as he lay back, eyes closed with me finger fucking him, going a little deeper with each thrust.

I pulled my fingers out and moved in between his legs, as I kneeled in between he lifted his backside off the bed allowing my slippery hard cock to enter his tight hole. His fingers gripped the duvet on the bed as I slowly slid my shaft deep inside him, right up to my balls and then I began to pump gently. I rested his ankles on my shoulders as I pushed my cock into his loosening hole, every now and then sucking his nylon covered toes.

I looked over at Angie who had ripped her tights and now had three fingers deep inside her pussy as she watched Sam and I fuck. I thrust harder and harder staring first at Angie then at Sam’s hard nylon covered cock which he was stroking and jerking. I took over the jerking with my hand as I fucked him harder and faster, my balls slapping against him with every thrust until my whole body shuddered as my orgasm came over me and my cock exploded deep inside him just before his cock twitched and pulsed in my hand as his a small amount of spent semen dribbled through his tights. I pulled out and lay next to him, kissing him deep as Angie joined us on the bed, kissing and touching until we fell asleep together…

To be continued

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