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Trigger Warning: Past Sexual/Physical Trauma.

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I felt almost high. The rush of sex and passion and heat took over my mind until it felt like I was soaring. I wanted more. I wanted to be lusted after. My calves shook as I kneeled obediently before Marcus. Adrenaline seduced me to look around even though I knew I shouldn’t. It was very challenging to not stare at the multiple erections being pulled out in the semi-circle of Marcus’ dominant friends. Still denied my pleasure of release, I could think of very little else than the ache in my straining cock, and my want for more abuse. My sensitive ass walls throbbed with my heartbeat around the long toy that was returned to my channel. My gaze landed on Vance, now seated beside his Master. He was rightfully lethargic after our sexual venture, with a glazed over look in his eyes. Above him, Cody’s cock was at full mast and his eyes were locked on to my body. He stroked his manhood in obvious need.

No doubt he was thinking about the freshly sealed load in my ass, placed there by his sub. He caught me staring, even made eye contact with me. That was against the rules. I looked down again and braced myself to be called out for it. But it never came, Cody just continued to assault my body with his greedy eyes. I could see his imagination racing.

***

Cody’s staring and desire did not go unnoticed by me. Of course, having men and women alike lusting after Liam was something I was used to. He never seemed to notice just how many heads he turned. He’s naturally slim, with just the slightest hint of pink to his light skin tone, except for his full and delicious looking lips which were a darker red. I thought back to his lips wrapped around my cock, soft as a marshmallow, the blood showing through his blushing cheeks. My dick stirred again, recovered after blasting the boys with my cum.

Liam loved to be shown off for the piece of ass he is, and I planned to oblige him at every chance I got. “Liam.” I watched him closely. At the sound of my voice, he jumped slightly and turned to face me, still looking down in submission. “Stand up.” He did so as fast as he could. What a good boy. Gripping the back of his harness I guided him face down onto my lap, making sure that his plugged hole was facing directly towards Cody. Liam’s back and shoulders tensed as he got in position, likely assuming I was going to spank him some more. That was a reasonable fear, as his ass now that I got a good look at it was covered in welts, bruising and harsh lines from the cane work. Temptation to just spank him anyways sure was a bitch, but I decided he’d had enough for tonight. I began by rubbing my hands over his lithe frame from neck to lower back. After a minute, it put him at ease enough to relax into me.

Gently as to not hurt him, I massaged Liam’s ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing his tail. It wagged lazily at my touch. Another twitch in my groin. What a wonderful view. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cody’s eyes locked on my hands. I began to pull on Liam’s tail until it was nearly all the way out, dragging a moan from my boy. Then I shoved it back in. I repeated this several times, until a line of Vance’s cum trailed down Liam’s crack over his balls. Running my finger through the line I brought it to Liam’s mouth and he happily suckled it off of me. I made eye contact with Cody. He looked intensely frustrated, perhaps even angry that I hadn’t shared my toy with him yet. Liam was such a prize and he was all mine.

Leaning down, I bit softly at Liam’s earlobe and whispered, “I don’t think a dip in the arctic would make Cody’s boner go down at this point.” Liam’s body seized in stifled laughter, but I was able to shove the plug into him quick enough that it appeared he was merely moaning at my ministrations. I wanted to smile and laugh with him, but I had appearances to keep up. “I’d better share you with him before he needs to be hospitalized. You up for one more pup?” I continued to toy with his tail, twisting it or wagging it back and forth to the song of Liam’s whimpers.

Liam ground his little locked cock against my leg. Poor pup, after three weeks he gets fairly desperate. The key to his frustrations rested now in the small of his back, hanging from the chain around my neck. Goosebumps appeared around his flesh there. I still hadn’t decided if I would allow him to cum tonight. There were certainly a lot of options to make it unconventional if I decided to allow it here. Liam nodded his consent to me. “That’s my good boy,” I cooed, “go get him.” With that, I pulled his plug entirely out of his hole and helped him to stand.

***

At Sir’s direction I crawled to Cody’s feet. Once my face was before his cock, Cody sent a hungrily thankful casino şirketleri look to Marcus before grabbing my head and forcing it to his cock. He let out a loud grunt from the wet sensations and urged me to take his entire length. To my left, Vance encouraged silently, and watched intently. Cody forced me down his shaft leading to my gagging at the thickness in my throat. I wasn’t used to anything this thick before. He hissed inwards through his teeth and gripped my harness to pull me upwards. I followed his lead until I was straddling his lap facing him. I wrapped my arms around his hot and sweating neck and looked into his eyes. “Fucking ride my cock, slave.” Cody commanded as he pulled my hips down, lined up with his dick and skewered me on his shaft.

“Fuck. What a nice fucking hole. I feel my slave’s cum lubing you up for me.” Cody mumbled to himself, distractedly. He held my ass cheeks and controlled the pace of the fuck but let me do the heavy lifting pleasuring him. “I’ve wanted this ass for months. You’re finally all mine to breed,” He continued. The rough motions continued to drive me wild. I’ve been wanting this for months too, I just didn’t know it till now. “Ride me pup, make me cum,” Cody demanded. He didn’t need to tell me twice. I felt the excitement of being bred by both Vance and his Master. I rode him for all I was worth, as fast as my shaking legs would allow me. Five strokes later was all it took. He was rapt in orgasm and holding me down to his lap to accept it all deeply.

When the waves of pleasure passed and his cock began to soften, he pet my hooded head and told me I was a good boy. I smiled. That phrase never really got old for me, and always led to my tail wagging. He slipped his dick out of me and helped me to stand up.

***

He really was a good boy. Liam stood and walked back to me. I was ready with his leash in hand. After I replaced his tail plug, now sealing in two loads, he kneeled before me and allowed me to reattach it to his collar. As they clicked together I relaxed again. I really did love to share my slave around, but nothing felt so right or pleasurable as having him tethered to me, at my side. When he returned and the show ended, conversation around us picked up again. I couldn’t focus much as I was distracted by watching the gentle motion of Liam’s well-defined chest breathing.

A server with a platter of drinks passed by and I accepted one, then I went back to looking at Liam. He could use a break. He’d been going at things non-stop nearly this entire time. I should at least get some food in water for him before we continue.

Liam shivered.

It was then that I noticed he wasn’t quite right. He held completely motionless, aside from his hands that began to tremble. Behind me a dominant began a flogging demonstration on their sub, creating intensely loud smacks, penetrating the entire room. Liam jumped at each one. Icy fear dragged my heart to the floor. His breathing became more ragged. I’d seen those signs before. I reached forward and laid a hand on his neck, reminding him I was here for him, always. But still he sat unresponsive.

When he flinched at my touch, I knew it was time to get him out of there. He was clearly getting too far into his head. Hoping to prevent what could become a panic attack, I stood and attempted to pull him up by the arm. No motion from him. Fine, I’d do it the hard way. Around the room I heard laughter from the flogging dominant as his slave danced to his beating. I squatted down and whispered to where only he would hear, “Liam, you’re safe and I’m here for you. I’m going to pick you up and bring you somewhere quiet and comfortable. Can you hear me?” Reddened tear stained eyes beneath his hood looked past me, and he said nothing.

Afraid to wait any longer, I wrapped one hand around his back and the other under his legs to cradle him against me. He was stiff, but he didn’t struggle against me thankfully. Concerned and shocked looks followed me to the door of the Quiet Lounge, but I paid them no mind. My “dominant image” be damned, I promised Liam I would protect him. I walked us casually and did not make eye contact with others as to not alarm anyone else and to discourage them from talking to me. I made our course for the break room. Halfway there Liam began to sob quietly. I quickened my pace.

I crossed the threshold and took a deep breath. The room was quite literally a breath of fresh air. Dimly lit lanterns and candles sparsely populated this room. In nearly every available space there were soft beds with warm and plush blankets. Curtains fell liberally between them, offering some mild privacy. Soft orchestral music played above our heads. Mozart, I believed.

This was the room where dominants and subs alike could casino firmaları retreat for aftercare, cuddling, or just to check up on each other. In the case that someone uses their safe word, they were brought here first and tended to with care. The usual rules of the party did not apply here. I carried Liam to the closest private room and gently shut the door. I set him down on the pink colored bed and plush pillows and removed the most restricting of his gear, starting with his hood, the paw mitts and the chain leash. Liam’s damp hair was plastered to his head. He began to cry openly now, shaking violently and tears flowed freely.

I’d seen this before and I knew what to do. I hoped it would be enough.

***

As I kneeled at Marcus’ side again after being bred once more, this time significantly more exhausted, I reflected on the various aches and pains around my body. I don’t think I had ever had my ass beat quite like I had only a couple hours before. When submitting to Marcus I would normally sit on my bare butt and cross legged. The harsh combination of impact implements left this option all but impossible. Certain areas of my skin still smarted sharply as if stung by a hoard of bees defending their nest. Other areas, particularly the edges of my tight glutes, which were previously numbed by adrenaline, now openly hurt every time they were touched.

I rotated my head to loosen my stiff neck and jaw muscles. All of this cock sucking and groveling was tiring, but still I felt the pride that comes to me from giving the precious gift of submission. Though there is certainly a level of pride involved, I can’t say it’s always easy to achieve. The opposite of pride is shame, and I have done battle with that emotion constantly since I began this type of lifestyle with Marcus. My thoughts lingered back to the time before I met Marcus. Back when I was still trying to figure out what I wanted and needed sexually.

There were others interested in me before him of course. But for the most part, I could tell when a man just wanted a pretty boy on his arm to show off. That’s not what I was interested in really. It was fun to play around with, but how could I feel fulfilled and happy with someone I couldn’t trust? A loud “CRACK” sounded behind me, causing me to startle and jump. My heart began to thump rapidly. Another “CRACK” sounded, and I couldn’t help tensing up.

My mind drifted back five years to a similarly cramped and dark room filled with bodies.

“CRACK.” It sounded simultaneously in my memory and the present.

There were men surrounding me, but I felt completely alone kneeling chained to the floor by my wrists. I was naked, and crying. The sting of the whip tore at the skin of my back.

“CRACK.”

I begged and screamed for them to stop. Pulled at the chains with all my might, until my wrists were chaffed and bloody. Hideous laughter all around the room reverberated on the walls in a never ending cyclone of sound.

“CRACK.”

Hands on my back and legs spread me open to continue using my body between the cracks. No one listened to me. No one cared. No one helped. The memories continued to flash and a cascade of negative emotions followed it.

I had begun to sob when I realized I was being carried somewhere, though I tried to hold it in. Through the blur of my tears I saw his face. Marcus was holding me. He looked into my eyes, concerned but concentrated on something. The air around us moved a little faster as he picked up his pace. I closed my eyes into oblivion, back to reliving that old hell, praying it would stop playing in my head.

I was lying down now on clean and soft blankets and pillows. They were comfortable but I still wasn’t. My face was very wet, and I couldn’t relax. My world was chaos. Arms were around me again, and a warm body was spooned up to me, holding me close.

“I’m here, Liam. You’re safe and you’re going to be alright.” a familiar voice said. It sounded so confident, but the words themselves were pretty hard to believe.

***

Liam gasped for breath between his groans. He shook violently and sweat profusely, but still I held on to him. Fully embracing his arms and torso together I continued to whisper positive encouragement for him as he came down from it. When the thrashing stopped, I loosened my grip to run my fingers through his hair how I knew he liked.

I knew a panic attack was a possibility before coming here. It was too close in atmosphere to some of Liam’s past trauma. I knew this but still allowed him to come at his own insistence. Oppressing shame hit me like a brick to the stomach. I keep telling myself that I’m getting better at this all, but again and again I make mistakes. What’s even the point of putting on the act güvenilir casino of a dominant, and all the theatrics, if on the inside I feel just as broken as Liam feels right now?

I look down at Liam’s face. Even reddened and puffy, he’s still adorable. He still made my heart feel like it’s made of balloons about to explode. I briefly wished I had had time to put my jockstrap back on. Now really wasn’t the best time to be popping a boner, but really I couldn’t help it near him sometimes. Gradually, his knotted muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed. He almost looked smaller now. I grabbed a spare towel beside the bed and sponged off some of the sweat on his face and body.

“Liam?” I whispered. This time his eyes opened. He turned around to meet me immediately and threw himself into my arms, burying his sweet face in my chest.

“I’ve got you, pup.” I beamed down at him and smoothed some of his messy hair. We stayed that way for a while before he could speak.

“It happened again, didn’t it?” he said, his voice shook with pressure.

“Yes, but you’re back,” I squeezed him a bit tighter, “and you have nothing to worry about now. I’m sorry I let that happen to you. It’s my fault.”

He stared at my jaw, unable to look into my eyes. He took a deep breath. “It’s not your fault Marcus. I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer to coming here. You were so excited to come, and I knew if I didn’t beg you to take me too, you would have stayed home.”

I looked up to the dark ceiling and stared at the speaker currently playing soft piano music. I believe it was Chopin. He was right, I would have stayed home were he not here. I kissed his forehead and said, “You’re right. You know, I don’t deserve you sometimes.” I meant it.

“I feel the same way, sometimes,” he finally looked at me with sad eyes. I saw a forest of emerald green in both of them. A forest I loved to lose myself in, sad or not. There was no point in trying to resist the urge to kiss him so I didn’t. After a passionate moment, I kissed him again on the nose, to which he smiled.

“Do you want to talk about what was on your mind earlier Liam?,” I approached with caution. I wanted to give him every opportunity to decline, but I knew someday he would need to work through this trauma, and I wanted to help however I could. Liam’s bright smile dimmed, and he placed his head on my bicep, staring down at my collarbone. He breathed in deeply.

“It was nearly the same as last time. Back in San Francisco,” Liam winced and closed his eyes. I held him close to me by the hip, so he’d remember I’m right here with him through this. “He – umm – well you know who. It was the worst part, basically. Where he… didn’t stop. The laughing and all. A – and then they used me.” Tears fell from Liam’s downcast eyes. Heat rose to my ears and face, but I had to suppress my emotions, particularly anger, for Liam to let this all out. Looking into his cute little face, how anyone so innocent looking could have been through so much, it’s unbelievable. It’s unfathomable how people could be so cruel, hidden under the disguise of a fetish or kink. Abuse is abuse.

I knew the rest of the story. Liam woke up some time later in the hospital where he stayed for two weeks with severe damages throughout his body. Somehow he escaped permanent injury aside from a few scars on his back. Completely alone, and terrified to stay in San Francisco, he left for New York with nothing to his name but bad credit from crippling medical debt. With no degree or skills, he had to resort to sex work. I met him in that period of his life, when he was pole dancing on a messy bar for dollar bills. He caught my eye and I caught his.

The memory of seeing him on that bar in his neon green glowing jockstrap smiling down at me still brings a tear to my eye. It’s one of the happiest days of my life. I’d do nearly anything to see that smile again.

“You’re so strong Liam. Stronger than me. You are scarred still, but even those scars are healing by the strength of your will alone. The more times you face your trauma, the easier it will be in the future until it has no power over you.” I’m no therapist, so I hoped what I said made sense. At the very least, whatever came out of my mouth was sent up directly from my heart.

Liam traced a vein running from my bicep up my arm with his gentle fingertips. “I guess if you think I’m stronger than you, then I’m pretty fucking strong,” he laughed slightly.

“You have no idea pup.” I pulled him even closer to me, to the point where I could feel his heart beating against me and held him there in a sweet intimate embrace.

Until his stomach growled at me. I laughed, “Snack time I think, huh boy?” He nodded his head. “Okay you stay here. I’ll be right back.” I tucked him under some blankets and watched him as I left the room. Everything from the gentle rise and fall of his breath to the curve of his ass under the sheets. As I closed the door we caught each other’s eye, and I felt pretty lucky.

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Dear Shell,

you’re probably wondering what’s been going on since I last wrote. You might well ask. You know me. You should do by now. You know what I’m like. Do you remember, that night in the wine-bar? Those guys watching us from across the alcove? Then one of them comes across.

‘Didn’t I see you last weekend in that Club?’ he says.

‘What Club?’ I say.

‘Aren’t you the Pole-Dancer at that new Club?’ he says with a grin. And it cracks you up. You thought he was really cute. But I mean, what a witty guy! What a great line! It must have been around that time I got to thinking – is this it? Is this what it’s come down to? Some dumb chat-up line Saturday night in Batley. When you think how we used to read those Celeb-mags and make plans. Well, I guess you could say – finally, I’m on my way. What else can you do, do you sit around talking about it, or do something to make it happen?

Karaoke. Those nights at the ‘Fiddler’s Elbow’. You remember that Karaoke Idol competition? It’s no big deal, but win that and it’s a step up to the regional finals. And I’m going to win. I’ve made sure I’m going to win. There is no Plan B. Tomorrow is on a promise. You’ve seen those videos on CD-GB, those slappers fronting the dance-mash-ups. They can’t sing. They don’t need to. They know it, we know it. All you’ve got to do is get noticed. All you need is to get a profile. And if you cheat to win, well, sometimes you’ve just got to do it. It shows how determined you are, right? And I’m determined. So I’m at the ‘Fiddler’s Elbow’ feeding Lou lines, dropping about a zillion hints about how I’d do just anything-kissy-kissy to win that regional elimination heat. And the way I play it he eventually picks up what I mean. He’s slow, but he gets there in the end. A disgusting leer. A vile guy. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And he’s up for a bribe. The thing is, you don’t know him, I do. I know him better than I should.

He takes a sideways glance to check out Elaine’s not there, and leads the way down into the cellar. Straight-way he’s got me up against these barrels, my shoulder-straps flipped down and he’s slobbering all over my boobs. Pretty unpleasant, sure, but I can deal with it. Then he stands back, unzips and flips it out like he’s some kinda King Dong, and he does this ‘show me how much you want to win’ number. Its single eye winking at me as he wanks it up and down with his fist, priming it for my attentions. Well, Shell, it’s nothing I’ve not done before. When it comes to cock-gobbling I was an early-starter – like I told you about that first-time experience of going-down, with that boy in Movieworld? Back then I was so naïve and scared I didn’t know you were supposed to swallow it, and walked all the way through the multiplex to the Ladies with a mouthful of spunk, to spit it out. I know better now.

‘You can really fix it for me to win?’ I coo up at him.

‘Sure, not a problem’ he gulps, nervous now ‘it’s up to you, your decision’. So I go down on it like it’s the one thing I most want to do in the world. All yummy-yum slurpy-slurp. It smells a bit stale, but then again, pheromones are in the air. That can be a turn-on. He starts into breathing funny and grunting, his gut flexing in and out making those fat balls of his sway backwards and forwards bumping into my chin. Guess Lou’s not used to having his cock sucked, guess that stingy cow Elaine don’t do it for him, poor sod, no wonder he’s such an evil bastard! But – although I say it myself, everyone’s good at just one thing in life, and this is mine. With my oral technique, I could make a dead man come.

Well, I’m sucking him for, what seems like ten hours, then there’s this voice from the top of the cellar-stairs. His wife. ‘What you doing down there making such a row?’

And he says, quick as you like, ‘I’m just heaving this load’.

And that really kills me, ‘cos he was, if you get my meaning. I was nearly choking, half on laughing, and half on… well, you know what. Never thought an older guy could come so much! But he does. I don’t want to stain my dress, even though it’s scrunched up around my waist, and it seems such bad manners to spit on his floor (after all, it’s valuable stuff, they pay for it down at the Sperm Bank!), so… I can’t believe I’m writing all this down, you’ll thinks I’m so like a strumpet. But then you know that already.

We’ve had times, you and me, right? Anyway, he yells loud up to her ‘I’m coming, one minute’. Which he is. And when he’s finally finished he whips it out of my gob, wipes it on his hanky, zips up, and does this ‘shhhhh’ finger-across-the-lips motion at me, then he’s on his way back up the steps, out the cellar, locking the door behind him! And I’m stuck down there for what must be two hours, until the coast is clear and Elaine’s out the way. Well, a girl’s got to make the best of bad situation, I find some racks of wine down there, and help myself. Well, I got something to celebrate, don’t I? I get an ‘A’ for effort. This is stage one accomplished. That ‘Karaoke Idol’ title’s as good as mine. So best ’till next time.

Love ‘n’ stuff, your bestest casino şirketleri friend, Chas xxx

Dear Shell,

not heard from you for a while. I’m here pouring out all the intimate details of my private life and leg-overs, and you don’t even write back. But who would have thought it, eh? So much has happened, some good, some… less good. Here goes. We were out Clubbing Saturday, you were there to start with – right? I know what it’s like for you, you’ve got that snuggly-warm domestic live-in scene with Tariq. You do quality-time with Scooby-snacks by the telly. But I’m still free to do what I like with whoever I like, so you won’t realise that later on I pull BIG TIME! Yeah – wait for it… only MC Z (that’s ‘Z’ as in ‘Zee’, not as in ‘Zed’)! Impressed? You should be. He was guesting there and we, sort of, connect. It seems so right. Some things are hard to remember, but I’m thinking of him now, he’s all black pimp-shoes and style. Not that I’m impressed by bling – well, alright, I am, I have to admit it. Can’t believe my luck. OK, so I’m a mess, but I can be one hell of a sexy mess when I put my mind to it. But I’m looking good, and I’m all over him like a duvet.

You know, when you’re hot you’re hot, and we’re so hot for each other I’m aching for him. We slink off down to the toilets together, me hoping against hope my deodorant won’t let me down. First cubicle a girl is face down throwing up into the bowl. Hey, we’ve all had nights like that! Next cubicle, two guys, the one crouching down doing to the other what I intend doing to Z! Third one is locked with odd biological noises coming from inside. Then a free one, and even before we’re inside I’ve already got my thong tugged off and into my bag, clenching my pelvic floor in anticipation. Hey, I’m a healthy adult, I’ve got appetites. We suck tongues, and I hike him out. Stand back Captain Ahab, call off the search – I’ve found my Moby Dick! And I’m so moist for it I must squelch every time I move. He’s easing me over, gentle-like, but persistent, like he wants it from behind. No problemo.

So I’m firming my hands on the bowl and sticking my ass up ready, legs wide. Just for a moment I’m wary which entrance he’s going to take. I’m in an-access-all areas position. Then, as he eases it in, long inch by long inch, I’m past caring. It slithers in all the way, so good it has my pussy purring. I can see me in the circle of bog-water. You ever seen the expressions on your own face when you’re being given a really good seeing to? Guess not. Not unless your snuggle-bunny Tariq has a thing about mirrors. Which I doubt. Monogamy don’t rhyme with monotony for nothing. This is raw, spontaneous. Remember what that’s like? I see me biting my lip, my face screwed up, my mouth pursed and blowing, then wide and gaping, grunting like an animal, head down, then head rearing up, going jerk jerkity-jerk with every deep thrust. Until – all too soon, he’s spurt-spurting all that lovely gooey white stuff into me as we go into a mutual liquid knee-trembling meltdown.

I’m thinking, is that it – my tits are my best features and he’s not even groped them yet? Should I have held out for more? But I stick as close as if we’re velcro’d together. He’s telling me he’s got industry-contacts he can put my way. AlthoughI know damn well he won’t. He’s giving me all this ‘you should make a video’ shit, saying it like you’d think he was doing me a massive favour. But I act stupid like I’m hung up on every word. And my star-signs must be with me. Inevitably, we wind up back at his hotel slobbering wine off each other’s tongues, getting each other’s clothes off faster, with an urgency like there’s not enough time in the world to do all the things we want to do to each other’s bodies.

I mean, I don’t judge a guy by cock-size. I’m not that shallow. Not quite. But it’s like, I’m sure a guy can be content in a loving relationship with a flat-chested girl. But every now and then he’s got to wonder what it’s like to shag a girl with really big tits. It’s only natural. And it must be the same with us. Sometimes you just want big pussy-stretching dick, don’t you? He’s eminently qualified. And more, he has an educated tongue. His tongue lapping so far up my pussy I can feel it behind my belly-bar. My mouth so full of his balls I can scarcely breathe. Doing it here, there, just about everywhere. I’m sat on his face – wriggling my clit on his nose, then sat impaled on his dick, doing vigorous aerobic up-and-downs on it, the best and only kind of pole-dancing I’m into, making sure he’s watching my boobs bounce as I do it… you don’t want to know this – well, perhaps you do? here’s enough tease to ease a smile into your drab drone of a life, but I’m so completely out of control, must have come a squillion times until my lady-parts are sore – tingling, but glowing.

Next thing I’m aware of, it’s something like 2am. You know what it’s like when you wake up and you’ve got the taste of cum and sweat in your throat, and a pubic hair stuck between your teeth? Sure you do. So I’m padding out the bedroom barefoot all over – well, I’ve got hold-up stockings on, he wanted casino firmaları me to leave them on, and I’m schlepping towards the loo, tonguing that elusive pube, when I notice his laptop sat there on the table, a low glow tells me it’s still on. I flip it open, shouldn’t have. But this is so totally different. Tap the pad to life. No need even for his password ‘cos it’s on sleep-mode. First I just decide to put myself into his address-book. Soon done. Sure, I know the one-night-stand rules, he had a different girl riding him yesterday, it’ll be another tomorrow. But this night it’s me and I want to be remembered, I’ve got a need to be the best. So, just in case…but soon I’m sat there x-legged scrolling through his emails, tapping from his address-book into my mobile. Noting this. Noting that.

One says ‘GameSoft’. I know ‘GameSoft’, it’s a unit on that Business Park up past Kirkstall. So I open it. It says ‘Need a foxy babe for new CGi ‘Lana Craft’. Is Sharon available?’ There’s a date and time. It takes me less than a moment. In this life you don’t get time off for good behaviour. You’ve got to go for it full-on. I can be inspired when I need to be. So I hit reply. Type in ‘Sharon out of town. Sending Chas instead, she’s super-hot’. I look at it, add a second ‘hot’, then one in caps – ‘HOT’, plus an exclamation mark, then two more. And ‘send’. I smile, and back to bed.

Anyway, after a breakfast coffee he heads off with ‘I’ll do this for you’ but both knowing he won’t, and I go the other way. It’s then I notice the forgotten public hair’s still there, between my teeth. I extract it carefully, wrap it in a wet-wipe and stow it in my bag. MC Z. Perhaps I can auction it on the internet? What do you think? Anyway, it’s Karaoke night at the ‘Fiddlers’. My big night. Ha-bloody-ha. I do “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head” and to tell you the truth, I’m almost good. You say that, people never believe you, but I am. And Lou’s there, watching. But when he gets to read out the winner – through into the regional finals, it’s this other slapper! I can’t begin to tell you what kind of hair she’s got, and sure – she’s a good two years younger than me, and about fifty times better, true. But I get Lou in the corner after and I’m spoiling for a fight.

‘I thought we had an agreement’ I tells him.

‘She made me a better offer’ he shrugs with a leering grin, ‘try me again next time?’

I’m seething. I feel bad. But I don’t feel much like discussing that part of it. It’s not too good a feeling. Don’t ever go there. It’ll freak you out. So when I go I make sure I leave my knickers, still body-warm and body-fluid moist in his jacket-pocket where I’m certain Elaine will find them. Backatcha! But, mad or not, lessons are there for the learning. This is going to work out well, if only to spite that pervy old git, Lou. ‘Cos I’ve got a mobile full of half-inched numbers.

Stay tuned, Shell, I’ll be getting back to you on this, your mate – Chas.

PS – how’s your dear old Mum?

Hi Shell,

still no word from you. Too snuggled-up cosy in your love-nest I’ll bet. Well – I hope you’ve got everything you need to make you happy. Because me, I’m out of this town. I’ve got places to go. Things to do. Problem is, those creeps trying to get off with me up in the wine-bar with the cheap chat-up line almost had it right. I could have been a pole-dancer. No bragging, but I’ve got the body for it. And let’s face it, that’s all I’ve got. No other talent worth a toss. When you wake up on those cold hung-over mornings and look at yourself in the mirror, you know that this is all you’ve got. This is it. Sometimes it scares you. I see those pram-faces on the estate. Will I end up like that? And it scares you. Absolutely.

So live the dream, I can do it. I can make it work for me. But why get my tits out for thirty drunks in Batley when I can do it on-screen? That’s not a problem. So, before you know it, I’m there at ‘GameSoft’, telling them MC Z sent me. It’s a big unit. Lots of high-tech equipment, computers and stuff. Guy called Niall shows me in, polite and considerate as you like, gives me a filter-coffee. Upstairs there’s some cameras and a couple of techie-geekoids. A big blue-screen.

‘So what now?’

Niall explains, ‘we’re doing the new porno computer-game Lana Craft, we do it digitally. You saw Gollum in that Tolkien movie? That’s what we’re doing here. We put sensors on your body, you act out the role in front of the blue-screen which creates an action body-map we use to animate Lana’s movements’. I don’t even know what I mean by that, but I’m sure I mean it.

‘So it’s not actually me?’

‘Not exactly. Like Gollum, you don’t see the guy who body-maps for him, except in the DVD bonus-features. So if you’d care to undress…?’ As I take my clothes off – and I’m not wearing a lot, he goes through the plot-line. An Egyptian tomb. Lana discovers two embalmed bodies. She revives them with a little… er, oral-genital stimulation. They’ve been dead four-thousand years so they’ve got a lot of pent-up sexual energy. Stands to reason. And she’s a warm-hearted girl, so she generously güvenilir casino does this spit-roasting scene with them. Some in-out here, some in-out there. Do you have a problem with that?’

What is it they say for the movies? ‘Is it integral to the story?’

‘Of course it’s integral to the story, that is the story.’

‘Well, that’s cool, I’m so totally ready – I guess three’s my lucky number.’ By now I’m naked, the floor chill on my bare feet, and it feels creepy when he starts fixing these electrode-thingys on me, one here, one there, even one there. For a moment it seems my pussy-fluff’s a problem. (I make a mental note, next time – a Brazilian wax! shit, I’ve not done this before and I’m already thinking about the next time!). But I mean, how can you ever tell about stuff like that? You can’t.

Niall looks across at the geekoid on the monitor ‘shouldn’t it be shaved’, no, he shakes his head, it’ll be alright. It feels weird stood there with nothing but these probes taped onto me, but on-screen you can see me moving around as a kind of horoscope-constellation of luminous stars. Then there are two guys, like me… in the state of nature, so pleased to see me – it’s achingly obvious, only shaved, and horny as hell. That makes them look, almost tasty. Isn’t science wonderful? If I had any reservations before – which to be honest, I didn’t, they just dissolve. And we go through the story, exaggerating every action. They’re supposed to be dead. They stand there like statues, but believe you-me, they don’t need too much resurrecting! A liquid lick here, a slurpy suck there, and whaddya know – two stiffs, with stiffs! And with much ‘hold it there, can we go through that again, bend over, put it in, take it out, turn around, now the other cock, part your legs just a little wider’. Spit-roasting they call it, don’t they? Double the pleasure, double the fun?

And almost too soon it’s all over and done. Niall shakes me by the hand, and writes out a cheque for more ker-ching than I’ve ever earned in a month. And you know Shell, the weirdest thing is that in a month or so it’s going to be on screens all over the country, and I’ll be a cyberbabe operated by boy-toy joy-sticks. Me! But there’s even more yet, couple of days later there’s a text from Z. ‘Impressed. You put one over on me. GameSoft well-pleased’.

Crazier. He picks me up, we go to a video-shoot in the kind of big house you only usually get to see on ‘Footballer’s Wives’. Awesome. The film-crew are there to do a promo for Rapper Fifty-Euro. You’ve see him on heavy-rotation on satellite. So now – I’m in his new video! It’s cut-up with lots of fast-edits, you’ve got to pay attention to pick me out. But I’m there, in the Jacuzzi-pool scene. Lots of model-types are strewn about in gold bikinis and high-heels, mirror-shades and tight tight thongs up big sassy studio-tan polished-butts. Oodles of sweeties too, you know? Full make-up crew teasing my hair and lippy. I could live this for real.

Anyway, pretty soon we’re in the Jacuzzi, Fifty-Euro giving it with the Rap, me to his right (I’m miming along, it’s part of MC Z’s white-label set so I know the words), this other girl draped around him to his left. I realise early on I’ve got a lot of competition, that brings out the exhibitionist in me, I have to work that bit harder to be the centre of attention. You can’t see it, but under the bubbles I’m feeling up his lock stock and barrel, and is it smoking! Once he’s finished his Rap they keep filming – for the un-cut ‘adult’ version. My top’s gone adrift somewhere. The other girl’s sucking my nipples and you know what that does to me (you should, remember that holiday in Falariki where we decided to give up on love-cheating men and try to be lesbians, and we almost make it through the weekend?).

And I get intimately acquainted with that smoking barrel I told you about earlier, clear up to the hilt. I have to use two hands just to encircle it… is that tweaking your interest yet? You want more…? Have you ever fucked in swirling water? – it’s a wonderful lubricant, and with three of us trading syrupy tongue-kisses and probing penetrations, fingers, tongues, cock, I lose track of who’s doing what to who. You know that thing about ‘balls like a stallion’? well, he’s got ’em. He shags me while she’s sucking my nipples, then he shags her while I’m sucking her nipples. And yes, even though he’s glistening-smooth naked, he still wears his bling-bling medallion and shades throughout!

Later I’m back at the hotel with Z, chilling out, when the mobile trills. A guy on the ‘phone. You know Simon Coverall, the ‘Mr Nasty’ from the TV’s ‘Karaoke Idol’ finals? I didn’t know till then, but his production company makes the Fifty-Euro records, right? Fifty just ‘fronts’ the tracks that his team creates. And he’s seen the video. Likes the way I rap along. Wants me to feature in the ‘Karaoke Idol’ TV show. There’s just the preliminary formality of this ‘audition’ in his hotel-room the evening before… strange how things work out. You’ve seen those videos on CD-GB, those slappers fronting the dance-mixes. They can’t sing. They don’t need to. They know it, we know it. All you’ve got to do is get noticed. All you need is to get a profile. Is that fair? is that reasonable? who the hell knows, not me. If you’ve got to cheat to win, well, sometimes you’ve just got to go for it.

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What a week it’s been! I finally lie down after a grueling day at work. Emails to and from you have helped keep my sanity and, as always, I’m glad that you’re not only a great lover, but also a supportive friend. I’m exhausted, but all of the stress and tension has me keyed up enough that I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep. I close my eyes and eventually find myself hovering somewhere between sleep and restlessness…

Is that your cologne I smell? I sigh as I imagine that, yes, it’s actually you in the room with me. Just the scent of you is enough to get me going!

The bed gives under your weight as you join me. Then I feel the covers pulled back from my body. I can feel your gaze on my skin, and goosebumps appear on my flesh in response.

The bed shifts as you move, and I release a pent-up breath in one long sigh at the feel of your breath, hot on my neck. Your fingers lightly trail down my arms, and the vague, tickling sensation turns me on even more. I feel you pull away from my neck. I so want to look at you, to gaze into your hypnotic eyes to fully savor what you’re doing to me. But I don’t dare open my eyes, or else this perfect fantasy might end…

Your fingers trail back up my arms and lightly, lingeringly begin to trace trails down the front of me, skimming over my chest… my breasts… my belly… my hips… and down over my thighs before reversing direction to retrace their paths in agonizingly slow movements. casino şirketleri I find that I’m quivering at the need you’re arousing in my body. You notice too, and your low chuckle caresses my ears.

Your fingers again reach my shoulders and again reverse. But this time, they trail to the outside of my breasts and down to my sides, tickling as they go. My skin actually jumps under your touch at the titillation.

I feel your hands rest lightly on my hips. You aren’t physically holding me down, but the sensation of being captive is still there, driving me wild. And then I feel your breath on my skin – hot on my breast, caressing my areola. I gasp and arch my back, delighting in the feel, but wanting more. When nothing happens, I relax, lying back on the bed fully.

And then your breath hits my other breast. I whimper and squirm slightly. These simple treatments have me so hot and hungry that I’m practically paralyzed with need.

Finally, I feel your mouth – one touch of your lips on the center of my abdomen, accompanied by your hot, moist breath, heating me to the core. Your right hand moves to urge my legs apart and your fingers find the overflowing wetness there – evidence of the effect your few simple attentions have on me. You slowly slide your index finger into my heat, slide it back out, as you twist your wrist slightly, then slowly slide it back in and then out again.

My hands grip the sheets beneath me.

You casino firmaları remove your lips from my abdomen and then I feel your wet finger against my bottom lip. I open my mouth to accept your finger, and I seal my lips around it, my tongue licking my juices from your skin. You groan in response and then slowly slide your finger out of my mouth. You trail the finger down over my chin, down my neck, down over my chest and in between my breasts, and then further… slowly beginning to trace patterns on my abdomen.

You slide your hand back to my waist and use both to urge me up off of the bed. Then you guide me so that I’m on my knees, straddling your thighs, as your mouth closes around one nipple and your thumb comes up to slide over the other. Then you firmly take my nipple between your teeth and slowly pull your head away from me, making your teeth scrape over me as my nipple slides out from between them. I groan, completely aroused by the pleasure-pain.

Urged on by my groan, you take the other nipple between your thumb and forefinger, and pinch firmly, rolling the skin slightly between your fingers as you do. I squeal, loving it, and your blood boils. Your hands immediately drop to my hips and you guide me down onto your hard, throbbing phallus.

As I sink down onto you, my breath leaves me in a long, audible exhale. And then I’m settled, sitting on your thighs, testing you out with my inner muscles. My hands are on your güvenilir casino shoulders, and my head is thrown back at the pleasure of having you fill me.

Your hands guide me into a relaxed, steady rhythm that immediately starts us both along the path of no return. I slide up and down on you, following your lead, and simply savor the way your cock rubs against my insides, driving me higher and higher. There is no sound, save for our heavy breathing, for some time. And then your hands lead me a bit faster. The hunger builds. Breathing turns into groans. We both feel our bodies prepare for release.

Faster still, and I’m simply bouncing up and down on you, roughly slamming back down onto you after each up-stroke. My body tenses more and more… until it snaps, making me gasp and then cry out in release, sending slight convulsions through my body as I continue to ride you wildly.

Your body continues to tense as my wet flesh envelopes you again and again, and then you feel yourself losing it. Your hands grasp my hips and grind me down onto your shaft as you unload your hot cum into my depths. My head falls onto your shoulder and I groan at the feel of your jism coating my pussy as you shudder through your orgasm.

Finally, once we both calm down, you urge me back down onto the bed.

* * * * *

I awaken hours later, glad to have finally slept after the incredible fantasy. Oddly enough, I’m chilly, and I look down to see the covers down on the floor at the end of the bed. I begin to sit up to retrieve them so that I can snuggle back into bed for a while longer, when I suddenly become aware of the abundance of wetness between my legs and on the sheet beneath me…

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I have a daughter, Judy, eighteen, who still lives at home with her dear old dad. I’m a widower. Have been for five years now. That’s probably one reason why Judy still lives at home. Other reasons would be because it’s comfortable and cheap. I’m expecting her to fly the nest any time now. She’ll be missed but I’m sure I’ll make do without her.

This story is not about her except it was her actions that initiated the scenario. One weekend, Judy invited Cecelia over to spend the weekend.

On Friday night the girls went out, getting home just before midnight, and they then toddled off to bed. Me, I was still up watching a late game and I sort of just waved goodnight to them and let them go.

About an hour later I was getting ready to pack it in and go to bed when Cecelia came wandering into the lounge room. She was wearing a very nice nightgown; the sort where the manufacturer saved money by skimping on the material. Not that I was complaining. She looked sensational.

Apart from her face. The look on her face was completely blank. Naturally, when a guest comes wandering around in the wee small hours my first thought was that something was wrong, so I said hullo and asked if there was a problem.

Cecelia completely ignored me. She looked around, wandered out into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. She didn’t drink it, just poured it. Still not taking any notice of me she wandered back to the lounge room.

I had twigged by this time that she was sleepwalking. I was about to gently direct her back to bed when she took off her nightgown. She didn’t just take it off. She took it off, folded it neatly and then walked into the kitchen and placed it next to the glass of milk.

May I say at this stage that the view was pretty spectacular. Cecelia was

Judy’s age, maybe a month or so older. And she was stacked. A really nice figure, and standing there wearing only a tiny pair of knickers showed it off to perfection.

However a host’s duty is to take care of his guests so I heroically ignored the temptation and gently suggested she head back to bed. Cecelia continued to ignore me and just slipped off her knickers and laid them carefully on top of her nightgown and just stood there.

OK. There’s temptation and there’s TEMPTATION. I did a slow circle of this charming spectacle, making sure I got a good eyeful. Then I took out my smartphone and took a photo or two. (OK. Maybe ten or twenty, but who was counting.)

Seeing Cecelia was just standing there I picked up her nightgown and knickers, draped them over my arm and then picked up her milk. With my free hand I took her hand and gently tugged and she walked with me back to the girl’s bedroom. I put her milk on the side table, her nightgown and knickers on the end of the bed, folded back the blankets and urged Cecelia back to bed. Then I flicked the blankets over her and retired for a restless night.

The next morning I was up and dressed long before the girls. In case you’re thinking this is a marvellous achievement, seeing I went to bed somewhat later than the girls, I would have to assume you’ve never lived in the same house as teenagers. On the weekend teenagers consider twelve noon to be the crack of dawn. Being a nasty type, I always start rousting them out of bed at about ten am.

I banged on Judy’s door and then opened it and stuck my head in. Judy opened one eye, glared at me and told me to go away. Cecelia wasn’t quite as rude. She sort of peeped at me and mumbled “what she said” and both girls snuggled back down.

“Come on,” I said. “Rise and shine. It’s after ten and time you were up.”

Judy groaned. “Come on Cec. If we don’t at least get out of bed he’ll stand there giving sickening little homilies until we do.”

Judy jumped up out of bed with a big fake smile plastered on her face. As soon as that door closed she’d be back under the blankets, but at least she’d be awake. Obeying her friend’s exhortation, Cecelia also casino şirketleri piled out of bed. She must have seen my eyebrows rise as I laughed and hastily closed the door. A muffled shriek of dismay came floating through the door, indicating that Cecelia had finally noticed her state of undress.

The girls were actually up and dressed and heading elsewhere by eleven. Cecelia blushed each time she saw me and played least in sight, whereas Judy thought the whole thing was a great joke. Judy told me confidentially that Cecelia must have undressed while still asleep. Apparently she had been known to sleepwalk occasionally. I just laughed and let the matter drop.

Again the girls returned about midnight and retired. I know that’s roughly the time they arrived home because I was already in bed and the wretches woke me.

It was a warm night and after the girls had woken me I found it difficult to get back to sleep. Eventually I got up and headed to the kitchen for a cool drink.

I was just finishing my drink when Cecelia wandered in, wearing the same nightgown as the previous night. From the way she blushed and hastily checked to ensure that she was dressed I could tell she was awake.

Oddly enough, I thought that the nightgown accented her sexuality far more than full nudity did. It was the temptation of hidden charms that did the trick, especially as I knew what lay under the nightgown.

“Wide awake, I see,” I murmured. “That’s what they call good news, bad news.”

“Why’s it good news, bad news?” Cecelia asked.

“Well the good news is you know what is going on around you. The bad news is that means you probably won’t repeat the strip tease show you treated me to last night.”

Poor Cecelia’s blush went into overdrive.

“What do you mean?” she demanded. “What strip tease?”

“You came wandering out here last night sound asleep,” I murmured. “You poured a glass of milk and then took of your nightgown and panties and neatly folded them and placed them next to the glass of milk. I was quite charmed.”

“I didn’t,” she wailed. “Please tell me I didn’t.”

“You did, but don’t worry, I was a gentleman,” I told her. “I just steered you back to your bed and tucked you in.”

Cecelia was blushing and looking anywhere but at me.

“Don’t fret,” I told her. “I’m not expecting you to take off your nightie while you’re wide awake.”

I received an indignant look at that one. An ‘as if I would’ sort of look.

“Yes,” I continued. “I think it much more satisfactory if I take your nightie of myself.”

“Wh-what?” came a rather startled gasp.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked.

“Wh-what? A virgin? Why?”

I sighed. “I think it’s important to know this so that after I take off your nightie I’ll know how fast or slowly I have to proceed.”

“What are you talking about?” Cecelia demanded, completely at a loss as to what I was driving at.

I smiled at her. “When I saw you standing there naked last night my one immediate desire was to drag you to my bed and ravish you. Unfortunately, you were asleep and unaware and it wouldn’t have been fair. Pleasurable, but not at all fair. But now you’re awake and aware and I want you to come to bed with me.”

Cecelia was shaking her head.

“No,” she said. “I’m flattered, but no, thank you.”

I just reached down and took hold of her nightie and started lifting. Cecelia appeared to try to stop me lifting it but it came up and off with surprising ease.

Cecelia was blushing again and her hands crept up to cover her breasts. I just casually pushed them aside and cupped her breasts. I rolled her nipples with my thumbs, watching them tighten and stand out. Cecelia stared down at my hands as though she’d never seen hands touching her breasts before. She swallowed nervously and was licking her lips.

“Very nice,” I murmured softly. “Now I want you to slide your panties down.”

She wouldn’t look at me, but she capitulated. casino firmaları Her hands slid down, hooked onto her panties and pushed them down before stepping out of them. Then she stood watching as my hand ran smoothly over her skin, sliding down over her tummy and settling on and cupping her mound. It was surprisingly warm to the touch.

“Bed now,” I told her, and Cecelia turned and scurried down the hall towards the girl’s bedroom.

“Cecelia,” I called softly as she was reaching for the doorknob. “My bedroom is further down.”

She froze in position, not quite touching the doorknob. She gave me a look and I could not read what was in her face. I don’t think she knew.

I stepped past her, heading to my bedroom, holding out my hand as I passed. I felt her hand close on mine and then I was drawing her down the hall and into my room.

Standing in the same bedroom as a naked young virgin who has finally decided to become a non-virgin is a terrible strain on a man. Your first inclination is to scream with lust and just jump her, but I suspect this would be counter-productive.

I sat her on the edge of the bed and settled down next to her. If she decided to panic and run for the door she had easy passage to it, and this fact alone seemed to help her settle down. I was trying to give her the impression that she hadn’t committed to anything yet. My own opinion was that she had effectively lost her virginity when she hasn’t stopped me talking off her nightie. After that, everything else was just the formalities.

I cupped her breasts again, rolling the little pebbles of her nipples with my thumbs. Her nipples were still stiff from my earlier attentions and I could see she liked my hands stroking her breasts. She was looking alternatively at her breasts and then back to me, whereas my entire attention was on her.

A little pressure on her breasts and it wasn’t long before she was lying back on the bed with me stretched out next to her. Now my hands could broaden their scope and they went exploring her body in greater detail.

I didn’t just grab for her love mound. I let my hands wander all over her body, gently stroking and massaging from her shoulders to her feet and back again. She gasped a couple of times as my hands brushed against her mound on the way down and back again, but relaxed even more when I didn’t try to seize her there just yet.

By now I was tasting her breasts, kissing and sampling them, teasing her nipples with my teeth. Cecelia was breathing harder now, arching her shoulders slightly to move her breasts higher and closer to me.

I had one hand idly stroking her upper and inner thighs. Her legs had parted and I was teasing the soft flesh between them, my hand wandering close to but never quite touching her pussy.

I had managed to strip off my pyjamas and my erection was standing proudly. Concentrating on what I was doing to her breasts, Cecelia hadn’t yet noticed. Moving right along, I took her hand and drew it down to where my cock was gently waving, asking for some attention.

I placed her hand on my cock and at the same time my free hand finally closed over her pussy. She gasped and closed her hand tightly over me, then gasped again and quickly let me go. I, however, didn’t relinquish my prize. I started gently squeezing her mound, rubbing it and teasing.

Cecelia was staring hard at me, eyes wide, and I saw a look of determination cross her face. Her eyes dropped down and her hand closed over me again. This time she started exploring her own prize, sliding her hand up and down the length of me, familiarising herself with it.

We spent a bit of time getting acquainted. My fingers were soon dipping inside Cecelia’s slit, coaxing her pussy to life. I gently massaged her internally, enjoying the warmth and wetness, lightly stretching her to help her relax.

A couple of little forays inside found her clitoris bumping into my fingers, drawing a choked little güvenilir casino gasp from her when I stopped and teased it. Cecelia was getting rather restless now, twisting and pressing herself against my hand while holding tight to my hair while I continued to feast on her breasts.

Deciding the time was past due to progress things even further I moved up and over Cecelia, settling between her thighs, my cock pressing lightly against her slit.

Cecelia was staring at where our two bodies were not yet joined, breathing hard, while I stroked myself along her slit. Easing her lips apart I pressed forward slightly, letting her see and feel me not quite coming home.

I waited like that for a moment, looking at Cecelia. Eventually her eyes turned to mine and she just said “please?”

I pushed firmly home. Cecelia gave a small yelp as I broke past her hymen but this turned into a groan of relief as I sank fully into her, forcing my way down her vaginal passage, insisting it open and let me enter.

Now I did not want to just hump away from that point on. I wanted a responsive partner, and I saw it as my duty and my pleasure to teach Cecelia. Assuming she wouldn’t really want a lecture on what to do I had to teach by example.

I whispered “move with me” to her and pressed harder against her and relaxed. Then I pressed again and relaxed once more. Seeing as she was still just lying there adjusting to what was happening I pressed again, this time coaxing her to press up against me.

The next time I pressed against her, Cecelia tentatively returned the pressure, relaxing when I relaxed. And then again. She was giving me a nervous smile while biting her lip, but I just smiled back.

“That’s the way,” I murmured, pressing forward again, letting her rise to meet me. The next time I relaxed I also pulled out slightly so that instead of just pressing against her I was starting to thrust into her.

Cecelia was ready, and she pushed up to meet me as I came back in, gasping at the change of sensations within her.

Now that Cecelia was meeting me I slowly increased the length of my strokes, while still moving slowly, giving her plenty of time to adjust. Fairly soon I was pulling out full length before driving slowly home and Cecelia was getting restless. She was liking what was happening but she was also feeling that something was missing.

I showed her what was missing. The next time I withdrew I slammed back home hard and fast and Cecelia gave a startled squeal. She was ready the next time, and when I slammed down into her she was surging up to meet me.

She was smiling now as I started hammering her hard, excited little squeaks and squeals escaping her as she bucked under me, eager to enjoy these new sensations.

I hadn’t really expected to make her climax for her first time, but it seemed that I’d underestimated either Cecelia’s responsiveness or my expertise. (Probably my expertise. Geez, I’m good.) Anyway, in short order Cecelia was clinging to me, legs wrapped tightly around me and hands clutching and clawing at my shoulders, while I was hammering her as hard and as fast as I could.

I could feel her starting to tremble and shake under me and I caught her mouth with mine while I tried to drive home even harder. Then she was screaming against me, shuddering and crying, while I vented myself within her, pumping her until I was dry.

We lay together afterwards, Cecelia snuggled up tight against me, still breathing hard. Once Cecelia had properly relaxed I coaxed her through to the en suite for a shower. Joining her in it I washed her down, patting her dry afterwards.

Conscious of the fact that she was Judy’s guest, not mine, I escorted her back to her bed and tucked her in, leaving her nightgown and panties folded on the end of her bed and then went back to my own and found I was able to sleep quite easily.

What a waste of time tucking her in turned out to be. I woke up in the morning to find a naked little body curled up next to mine while a hot little hand was busy exploring me. It wasn’t her fault she was there, she assured me. She must have sleepwalked again.

Maybeso, but she certainly wasn’t sleeping from that point on.

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Driven to the city in search of employment, entertainment and luxurious life style might have been achieved if I had some sound and solid education. But life in school wasn’t taken seriously. School to me was a meeting point for friends. Once we gather in school, all parental advices fell on deaf ears. To rebel against teachers were stupid heroism as I found out later, but too late. Teenage as I found out later was the most crucial stage of life being the turning point for the better or worst.

Being suspended from school turned me into a rebellious turk. Any far sighted youth would have taken a positive path to repent and to change for the better, accepting punishments as a signal to change. But no, not me. I feared nothing and always thought that the world was under my feet. I quitted school out of retaliation for being suspended, thinking that was the best way to hit back at the teachers. By quitting school, I thought I had the school on their knees and became a hero in the eyes of all the students. That was where i erred. I won the admirations of the village loafers, not knowing that I was lured into the bandwagon of failures. Sadly the hard facts was that dropping out of school was like falling off a ship before reaching the harbour. A sensible person would quickly climb back to the ship and likewise a suspended student should quickly get readmitted to school the sooner the better. But no one told me that. If there was, I wouldn’t listen anyway.

I was 19 years old when I walked out of my family’s farm house after having wasted years of precious youth loafing. A few shirts and jeans were all I took with me to conquer the world. My parents gave up all hopes on me. As I had mentioned earlier, all parental advices fell on deaf ears. My siblings just watched as I left. I was proud to show to all of them that I could make my own decision and was bold enough to venture into the vast world out there which they have heard of but have never seen.

My very close buddy, came to fetch me on a borrowed bike. As the noise of the bike became inaudible, we disappeared into the horizon. We were both on the road chasing our dreams. A dream we talked about everyday in the village. The city was a place where dreams came true. All the tycoons, all the multi millionaires and all the big shots found their success in the city, not in the village nor in the school. Look at the teachers, all they could afford was a car. So quitting school and heading to the city was the wisest choice. A thought no sensible person would agree with.

The city was bustling even by late evening. We searched for our fellow villager for a place to stay. By 7pm we found him. He was a factory worker staying in the company’s hostels. We were told people without worker’s id card were not allowed in. So he suggested another friend working at a nearby construction site. We went to the worker’s quarters. It looks more like an illegal squatter settlement. Rusted tin sheets for roofs, used and reused boards for walls and one common tap out in the open where they all bathed. Workers of different casino şirketleri nationalities worked and stayed here. They were very hostile looking and extremely unfriendly. I felt very uneasy. We were fore warned we wee not welcomed here.

Then we met another fellow villager, he was a bus conductor. He had a roommate both renting at the 3rd floor of a shop. He didn’t mind us putting up a night or two with him. We promised to get a place of our own in a day or two. At the same time we’d be looking for employment. So for the first night we were through. Exhausted and without food the whole day, we slept cramped in the small room meant for one tenant.

Next morning we woke up to find everything quiet. The other tenants had all left for work, so were our host. After our morning bath, we descended the stairs into the streets. We both could only afford a cup of coffee each. Longing for cigarettes which we couldn’t afford, we were forced to forget about smoking. We decided to a walk and look around. In actual fact we didn’t know what we wanted to look for. Aimless roaming brought nothing but sweat and exhaustion. So finally we went back to our friend’s lodge.

It was slightly past 6pm, when our village mate the bus conductor appeared. He eagerly asked if we’ve found ourselves a lodging place and employment. We told him we found nothing. Next he wanted to know if we have taken our meals. No was our honest answer. Let’s have dinner then. So we ate at an open air food court. That’s the cheapest in the city.

After dinner we had a walk-about. The city burst into life as the neon lights illuminated the night. We stopped outside a pub. A man was seated alone there. Our bus conductor friend introduced us to him. We were told he was the pub’s bouncer. As they chatted the bouncer called for a beer each. So 4cans of beer were sent to the outside table. Later the bouncer told us that Madam might need a couple of workers. If we’re interested then we need to wait till Madam came. Madam was the pub proprietor. A very rich and influential lady. Our bus conductor friend added that we not only needed employment but we needed a place to stay and were penniless too, Those statements were very helpful but embarrassing and robbed us off our dignity. At least that’s how I felt. The idea of conquering the city now brought us to reality. We were actually nothing, hoping to survive another night on the charity of others.

A sporty luxurious car stopped by, in a flash the bouncer was there to open the door. An elegantly dressed Lady exited. The bouncer escorted her into the pub. Our bus conductor friend who frequented this pub told us that the lady was Madam. Everyone here called her madam. The bouncer appeared and told us to follow him in. Our bus conductor village mate bade us good night. We tailed the bouncer to the back of the lounge. There was an office which was decorated with carvings of human figures, a pair of porcelain horses and framed pictures. It was cosy inside.

She asked if we both really needed employment to which we nodded. She asked casino firmaları further if we had any skill. We both answered no. We admitted we were new and have never been employed. She stressed further that she didn’t have any particular jobs at hands and if we didn’t mind, we both should be on standby to be called up should there be a job opportunity. We would just do what ever was needed to be done in total confidentiality. Madam reminded us she doesn’t like being questioned, cheated or betrayed. Should any of her employees did just that, her bouncers would handle them. I felt threatened. Remember, not a word to anyone.

She pressed a button on her office table. A man came in. He was bald headed and had an earring on one ear. He wore sleeveless t shirt displaying a heavily tattooed arm and quite muscular. Before being led out by this bouncer, she gave us each $100. and reminded us her expectation. We tailed this bouncer out of the pub’s back entrance. Then up the back stairs to the 2nd floor. There were a few locked rooms up there. We were shown one empty room. It had one cupboard, one small table and 2 empty beds. Here is your room said the bald bouncer. There’s a common bathroom and toilet at the back. There’s a kitchen too. The bald headed bouncer asked if we had our bags or other belongings with us. After we briefed him, he made a call to madam. Then told us to follow him to collect our bags.

We were driven to our bus conductor friend’s rented rooms. We collected our bags and headed back to the car. We were driven back to the pub. Once again we were brought to face madam, this time through the back door. We were each given a mobile phone, a very basic handphone. We were told to smarten up before work the next day. That night using our bag as pillow we both wondered the nature of our work, by the hints and stern warnings we received, our wild guess was some drug related deals.

We woke up late in morning. Our body ached all over. Took our shower and headed for breakfast. I felt lucky to be employed. Had heavy breakfast as it was near noon. My phone buzzed and I answered it. I was instructed to go to a hotel, to room 255. As for my buddy, he was to be at the 1st floor above the pub. As the cafe we were having breakfast was just nearby, in a flash we were back at the pub’s rear door. A guy led my friend up the rear stairs to the 1st floor while I was driven by our bald bouncer to a hotel. On the way I was briefed to do as told, and not to give my phone number to anyone. I was warned not to give my real identity.

The bouncer asked me if i had been to a hotel to which I answered him no. He asked me further if I knew how to use the lift. Another no was my answer. It seemed that I knew nothing which was true indeed. He chuckled and said something which I couldn’t hear clearly. It made me felt very stupid.

He led me into the hotel and explained the function buttons of the lifts while many eyes were watching us. When we reached the 2nd floor, he pointed to the door with number 255. He whispered reminders to me and all the rules. güvenilir casino He then taught me the use of the door bell. He said that he’ll be at the lobby waiting in an hour’s time. I asked him where about was the lobby. He looked exasperated, for a second he thought wether he needed to answer me. He chose not to answer. Press the door bell and get in there he ordered.

I rang the bell and waited. The door opened slightly, through the slit the person inside asked, madam sent you? I answered Yes.

Then door opened wider to allow me in. A woman in satin night robe was at the door. She locked the door behind me. she held my hands and ushered me in. She sat on the bed and told me to sit next to her. She was an old woman. A 70year old woman I presumed. She was plump and maybe around 163 cm tall. I have not seen you before. Are you new? She asked. Yes, I nervously answered her. She chuckled as she wrapped her hands around my waist. I felt uneasy and shy. I didn’t know what to do.

Seeing me unresponsive, she took my hand and placed them on her soft breast. I was very very nervous, but my cock stood erect, hard against my pants. My mind began to wonder, I have heard of drug trades and lots of it’s illegal activities but what underground activity was this playing with an horny sex starved old woman in a hotel? To be in total control of a rich madam with many bodyguards and being instructed to go to a hotel in high confidentiality, just to be with an old horny woman. I was puzzled. Now her hands was on the top of the bulge in my jeans. She started to feel my erect cock inside. I tried to massage her breast as best as I could in response, in actual fact I didn’t know how to play with women’s breast or to stimulate them. She boldly unzipped my pants and released my very erect cock that was trapped inside. I was extremely aroused but very nervous. My hand that held her breast went rigid. My fingers could just cupped her boob, my feet were tensed and my toes clenched. I was begging her in my heart not to touch my cock. She put her hand on my cock and my sperm just gushed as I watched helplessly. The first jet of cum just missed my face as I was watching her mature fingers playing my cock. She continued jerking me till the last bit of sperm oozed between her motherly fingers.

She removed her robe, pulled me to her as she was adjusting her position in the middle of the bed. She pulled me closer on top of her and held my cock while guiding it. She rubbed my cock around the lips of her pussy many times before finally letting it slide in. It was soft and smooth inside. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I clumsily tried to fuck her. She was very wet and soon my cock came to the point of another eruption. I couldn’t pause as she was grinding her crotch from under me. I ejaculated again. She let out short moans in rythm with her breaths. Her grinding became faster as her knees clamped my waist while her legs wrapped my ass. Her arms wrapped my upper body pressing my chest flat against her boobs. Her final moan was loud as she slowly released her body’s grip. I left the bed to pee in the toilet and wash my cock. She came and pass me a towel. She was washing herself while I dressed up. She dressed back in her satin robe, led me to the door. Once outside, I heard the door lock clicked behind me.

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Having been raised in a single-mother household, I had no father figure around to explain things around me or to emulate, which left me very confused about a lot of things in life but especially my gender role and sexuality in general.

Some time after I hit puberty, along with acne came another unexpected change: I noticed my breasts were growing, and worse yet, others had started to notice too. I often got teased and laughed at by both guys and girls in high school at the oddity of having man-boobs as a teenager. This had left me feeling shy and introverted as an adult.

Even after graduating high school, at 18 I would still pay a lot of attention to the kinds of shirts I bought to try to make my man poops and nipples stick out less. I wore shirts when going to the beach and the gym and basically avoided any activities that would require me to go top-less.

For those of you wondering, no they are not outrageously large, but just big for a guy. I measured myself following some charts I found on bra/underwear websites and I measure up to a 32 B.

One night sitting home alone, feeling bored and lonely, nursing a bottle of Bacardi all by myself on my laptop, I got up on an adult cam site with local channels, and decided to get topless but not show my face and see how people would react to my body.

Most of the users appeared to be guys, half of them naked and masturbating, and as I was taking another sip I decided “fuck it” and stayed with one guy who looked like he was really enjoying himself.

He continued slowly stroking himself as he looked me up and down.

“You have the biggest nipples I’ve ever seen on a guy, you would make a hot cross-dresser”

I literally blushed and I didn’t know what to say. It had been months since I’ve heard any sort of compliment and the fact that he had complimented me on my most shameful feature had me completely aback.

“Squeeze your nipples for me… no grab your boob with one hand and squeeze the nipple with your other hand,” he ordered.

He had my heart pumping hard and my dick growing even harder. All of a casino şirketleri sudden I felt like a cam-girl… a complete attention-whore showing off to the hungry viewer

Taking another large sip from my bottle, I did exactly what he asked me to. I grabbed my right boob, a nice handful, and used my other hand to squeeze the nipple. I’ve played with my nipples before occasionally but it never felt as good as it did that day.

“That’s nothing,” he said.

“twist and pull that nipple as hard as you can. Like a girl would in a porno,” he specified.

I went on to squeeze as hard and pull as hard as I could, feeling a rush of arousal along with a rush of pain, twisting and pulling as his masturbating started to pick up pace. He was now pumping with hard firm strokes on his cam.

All I could hear was his semi coherent mumbles as he sat there viciously jerking off with everything he had.

“fucking whore! You know you want my dick fucking those tits. I’m gonna cum all over your titties, ohhh fuck yeahh,” he said with a loud groan.

I sat here still squeezing and twisting as he kept on stroking himself shamelessly, jerking about his chair with a look of hunger.

“how many guys have you had squeeing your tits?” he asked.

“I’ve never… I never had a guy even touch my boobs,” I admitted.

We spoke for a few, shared stories after stories of awkward upbringing. He was raised in a single parent household too. It turned out we both lived within a few miles of each other. He was bi and lived with a roommate and I told him I was single and straight but I had fantasized about cocks but couldn’t bring myself mentally to fucking a guy.

“I have the perfect idea. You know the adult video store the next town over? The one with the booths in the back you said you’ve jerked off in once? Meet me over there, and i’ll play with your tits in the booths so we don’t have to actually look at each other,” he said poignantly as if to solve a mathematical problem.

I felt scared, but a rush of excitement got me completely under trance. He seemed to understand casino firmaları my needs and feelings completely and I felt very comfortable talking to him. I agreed to it, told him I could start walking that way in a few minutes and told him to just follow me inside and go in the next booth over the one I go in.

“You are a bigger whore than I thought. I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” he answered eagerly.

It took me about 30 minutes, but I finally got to the parking lot of the adult video store. Again, my heart pounding and my mind second guessing this whole idea. A bunch of guys were standing around giving me the old stare down but I ignored them and walked straight for the store, with a slight shaking of nervousness.

Once inside, I nodded hello to the cashier and went straight to the backroom with the booths. These booths had lockable doors but the partitions in between the booths were cut off at the bottom, basically only covering the top-half of each booth. The darkness and sounds of porn made for a sexy atmosphere. I slipped in $20 and sat down, watching some porn while waiting for my new cam buddy to show up.

Finally, a sound. The door to the booth next to mine closed and someone was loading bills into the machine. I was sure it was him, but I waited for a sign.

That sign came quickly. I saw a hand stick through the bottom of the booth partition and I got closer until I heard him whisper

“get on your knees facing me you little slut,” he commanded.

I complied. I got on my knees facing the wall between us as close as I could get, with the lower part of my body up to my shoulders now exposed to him.

Suddenly I felt both his hands reach down and rest on my shoulders, pulling me closer to the half-open wall. Then, one of his hands slowly slid down from my shoulder, gently caressing my right boob and teasing my nipple through my shirt. Feeling my nipples played with and squeezed sent jolts through my entire body. I was playing it cool but my now hardened nipples were giving away the excitement.

His gentle squeezes started getting harder güvenilir casino and went on to fully groping, lifting my shirt up and grabbing my boobs and pulling and squeezing and twisting as if he was about to assault me.

He slowed down, thankfully, and went back to now squeezing and playing with my nipples gently with one hand as he was feeling my ass through my sweatpants with the other. It was going all too fast, I had never felt a guy grab my ass before, but I was so absolutely horny and turned on from his touching that I would’ve submitted to just about anything at this point.

As he continued to grope my breasts and nipples now with both hands I could feel his body inch closer and closer to me, until he had me in a full grope with his stomach touching my back and his dick poking my butt-cheeks.

He took one hand off of me to pull his pants down slightly, and then went on to squeeze my nipples so hard i moaned aloud in pain and joy as i felt his now-exposed cock humping against my pants between my butt-cheeks. We had discussed nothing like this in our conversations and I was set aback but as long as he kept touching me i couldn’t stop it.

With my shit propped up and both his hands molesting my boobs he bent me somewhat over while play-humping me through my pants. I was enjoying him playing with my breasts so much that I hoped it never stopped. I started humping back against him to keep him going until he suddenly moaned loudly and I felt something drip on my back.

Before I could turn around, he mumbled something I couldn’t hear, lifted his pants up and left.

I felt kind of funny as a rush of reality came back to me. I reached to pull my shirt down and I felt something gooey on my back. I scooped some up with my fingers to smell it and I was shocked when I realized it smelled like cum. I quickly wiped it away on my pants and left.

When I got home I found myself in a weird state of disbelief. I could not believe what I had just done. Better yet, I could not believe someone out there was aroused by my body. My man boobs no less, and he liked it so much it made him cum!

The thoughts went racing through my mind. I was thinking differently, walking differently, looking at others differently, looking at my body differently. It was absolutely great! I was hoping to have many more experiences like that.

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Author’s Note : This is my first attempt at a series. I hope you enjoy it. I will gladly accept constructive criticism, and/or encouragement. I apologize, in advance, that Part 1 may lack enough”action” to suit many readers. I will try to make up for the lack of “action’ in following chapters. I need to lay the groundwork for the characters and story that will follow.” Please, enjoy the story.

It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon, on the 2nd Saturday in April. Time to begin the monthly party of what came to be known simply as ” The Group.”

This group had begun meeting 10 years ago, here in the Phoenix area; and had evolved with rules,guidelines, traditions, and unspoken ( but still ever-present )understandings ; into what eventually became these people’s second “family.” A group dedicated to the sexual pleasure of all its’ members. At the present time the “Group” consisted of 7 married couples.

Ian and Fay Frazier were hosting the get-together in their large and comfortable home this month. It was expected that each couple would host these parties on a rotation basis throughout the year. Ian Frazier was also the acknowledged leader of the group; but, in fact, all were equal partners within the group. It was just that Ian was the oldest member, and along with his wife, Fay; they had been in the group the longest. In fact, they were the last remaining couple from the “Original 8.” Ian was 45 and Fay was 42 when they first joined the “Group”… Now in their 50’s, they were looked upon for leadership, knowledge, and their experience.

Each month’s party began, as was the tradition, with what was known as “The Business Meeting.” A time to sit and go over any announcements, schedules, or problems relating to the group by the couples. After this meeting, which usually lasted from 5 minutes to possibly an hour, the “fun” would begin….and usually lasted until noon the next day.

Fay got the couples to sit in the living room, in a rough circle….3 couples on the long leather sofa; and 4 couples arranged in a semi-circle stretching from one end of the sofa, around to the other end, in larger cloth covered arm-chairs. Looking down from the ceiling; they were arranged in a large capital “D” configuration.

The seven men sat on the sofa or the chairs; while their wives either sat at their feet, or on their laps. That should not be taken as an indication that the wives in the group were subserviant; but rather, an easier way for all of them to better see and hear each other. The fact is, some of the women were rather dominant, when it came to the sex romps; which would soon begin.

Another important “tradition” which had evolved within the group was the proper attire , worn by the men and ladies at these monthly meetings. After arriving at the host-house in regular street clothes; the men changed into party clothes in one bedroom, while the women went to another bedroom to change. The men wore only cotton briefs(“Tidy Whities,” or solid colors), or silk boxer-shorts. This month three of the gentlemen wore briefs, while the other four men sported boxers.

The wives had a bit more fashion leeway. They could choose among several styles of lingerie : sexy corsets and/or bustiers, had always been popular with the gathered husbands. They could also choose sexy corsets, and chemises. These outfits were usually accompanied with matching garter belts and thigh-high stockings. The men especially liked the look of the thigh-highs on the ladies. Perhaps the most popular outfit from the gals perspective were sexy sheer “Babydoll” outfits. The favored color was pink; however, light blue’s and green’s were also mixed in.

As the meeting came to order, there were a number of subtle and knowing smiles being shared between certain members; perhaps thinking back to certain “moments” at last month’s party….or simply the desire to get it on with that person later tonite. All of these couples had been in the “Group” for many months; all had previously fucked and sucked with all the other couples many times….so there were many little unspoken communications, and flirtacious winks occurring constantly.

Ian spoke up and said, ” I suppose the first order of business is to discuss the vacancy that currently exists in our group. As you all know, our little family here normally consists of 8 couples; but since Roger and Lynda have moved to another state after last month’s party; we are short one couple.”

Roger Carson had gotten a promotion at his insurance agency. That was the good news! His salary was nearly doubled, so he and his perky wife Lynda, could hardly turn it down. The bad news was, they had to relocate to his company’s home office in Providence, Rhode Island.

It was an erotic….and tearful “Farewell” party for them last month. It seemed that each of the ladies wanted to be his last fuck-mate in the group for Roger. While each of the men, seemed to want to provide Lynda with her last orgasm within the group. It was a long….and casino şirketleri FUN party last month! When it ended, that Sunday afternoon, Roger and Lynda left behind some wonderfully sexy memories…..and…they left some used “uniforms” behind as souvenirs also.

But….that was then and this is now. Ian asked, “Does anyone have a prospective couple in mind to replace the Carson’s??”

Sitting in the center of the couch, Grant interjected…” I thought Lydia and I had a possible replacement couple….but….when it came to their “physical”….they wouldn’t fit in.” Several people began to ask questions to Grant; the only black guy in the group.

He hand-gestured for everyone to pipe down. Ian then began to remind everyone of one of the main tenets of the group. A strict rule which really defined the group and made them all special……that being the “Physical” requirements to be admitted to this family of friends and lovers.

Way back….when the group was founded…it was supposed to be a group of friends who had just a few things in common…1) a waning or lack-luster sexlife in their marriage….2) A desire to improve their marriages without “cheating”…but rather by “sharing” their spouses with others….while they are in the same house. And finally…and maybe most important..3) To do this in a group with people who were physically like them…..AVERAGE!!

No Hot Babes need apply!! The women….to use the old and trite high school boys rating code never rated above a 7 nor lower than a 5; on a scale of 1 thru 10. All the women in the group were pretty…..but certainly not gorgeous (like a movie star might be)….or for that matter…even the high school Homecoming Queen. The women would all, most likely, be considered “6’s or “7’s” by most men’s standards.

The men were the same….AVERAGE…not handsome, nor homely. Men who would never cause a woman at the supermarket or bank to take a 2nd look. The men in the group were not too tall…not too short….medium to small build. Most women would probably ( if they used the 1 to 10 scale), rate the guys a 6 or 7 also.

Grant added, ” I thought of my racquetball playing partner, Don…and his wife Susan, might join us here….but in the locker-room I noticed he sported a pretty big dick .” Grant continued…”Not that I check out many men’s members in the showers, but its part of our “physical.”

He had casually asked Don, “Say…I bet your wife likes you in the sack….how many inches can you give her with that pole?” Don had proudly proclaimed, “I can get 10 and a half inches out of this fucker.” He never realized that with those words he had sealed his fate with the group.

All of the men in the group…(well, their was one slight exception)…were only average in the penis size department. All of them managed to get 6-7 inch hard-ons. The one exception was Grant. Black men have the stereo-typed image of having massive cocks between their legs…Grant’s came in at 7 and 3/4 inches, when fully erect. BUT, He reasoned with the group…In the black man’s society…he was considered slightly below average …and thus…convinced the members of the “selection committee” to give him a “waiver” on this part of the physical; allowing him and his lovely wife Lydia membership to the group.

At the time, the members acquiesced. So, Grant has the longest ( by about an inch ) penis in the group. The other men seemed to have no jealousy problems with him; and ALL the ladies seemed not to mind, either. In fact, the women all seemed a bit enthusiastic about admitting him into the group.

As for the ladies “endowments”…their tits….all must be an “A” or “B” cup bra size. No massively huge DD’s!!….no humongous tits allowed!! There were good reasons why these size rules were put into place by the founders of ” The Group”…..back in the day. The rules reduce jealousy, envy, and feelings of inadequacy. They promote a feeling of, “we are a special group; we are NOT in competition in this group,..we are here to give each other sexual pleasure and enjoyment….and, at the same time…give our spouses newfound respect and love.

“Besides, ” Lydia added, ” Susan (Don’s wife)had breasts as big as cow udders….at least Double D’s, if not bigger,so she was out too

!” Some in the group, seated around the room, tittered at that remark.

” Okay…Okay!” announced Ian….”Let’s have our usual “Make-out Break!”… then we can get back to business.” They all smiled and made a hasty scramble for a partner of the opposite sex, who was not sitting next to them…..probably that someone they were coyly or suggestively smiling at a few minutes before. Another “tradition” had evolved during the years; to call for a “Make-out Break” during the business meetings. The purpose was to perhaps break any tension, or just get everyone warmed up; have a little early fun, now that the meeting looked like it might last awhile longer….. and also, to get the sexual juices flowing casino firmaları early. As if the people sitting around in their sexy “uniforms” wouldn’t be doing that already.

Arms circled partners, lips met, smacked and opened….to allow tongue duels all around the room. These couples had shared one another many times….fucked and sucked many times…so there was no shyness, no hesitation. These people were here to have fun and give each other pleasure…its what this group of well adjusted, community minded adults existed for. These 5 minute make-out breaks had been used for a long time…to whet the appetite for sex later, and to just plain have a little fun during these sometimes, tedious meetings.

After 5 all-too-short minutes of spit-swapping…everyone returned to their chairs and places where they had been before; some a bit out of breath….all smiling and joking….and, yes, a few having obviously become aroused….a couple of the ladies had to rearrange the garments they were wearing. Somehow, their clothes had been “disturbed” during the break. Now how could that kind of thing happen?? Huh???

While Ian was getting everyone back into order; he pensively thought about each of the couples that were here today. He started at the far end of the sofa, and worked clock-wise around the group with his thoughts and perceptions.

Thinking to himself, Ian focused on the far end of the couch where Steve, and his wife Nora cuddled in his lap. They were both in their early 40’s, and had been in the group about 5 years. Steve was a tall high school teacher, with long blond hair; his wife was a 4th grade teacher, who had medium length strawberry blond hair, and nice rounded b-cup breasts. As a couple, Ian ruminated, they were very intuitive, eager to explore sexual boundaries for themselves, and both really liked anal sex.

In the center of the sofa was Grant and his pretty wife Lydia, who sat on the floor between his knees. The only black couple in the group, both the shade of a Hershey’s chocolate bar; Grant was 32, and Lydia 30. Grant was a plant manager at a manufacturing business in town, and Lydia worked as a police dispatcher for the suburban police department in Mesa. As was mentioned before, Grant had the largest cock in the group …almost 8 inches. Lydia sported a lovely pair of sensual a-cup tits. As a couple, Ian regarfed them both as stable, solid, and secure in their sexuality.

On the near end of the sofa, just to Ian’s right, sat Gary and Patty. She was curled up on her husband’s lap, smiling at the group. Gary was a 26 year old city auditor, while his 23 year old wife (the youngest member of the group), worked as a travel agent. Patty had the smallest boobs among the women, perky a-cup tits, that Ian recalled were quite sensitive. Ian remembered that they are the newest couple to join the “Group;” having been participants for just 4 months. They were very exuberant sexually, and added alot of energy to the parties.

Next to the end of the sofa where Gary and Patty sat; Ian sat in a comfortable over-stuffed chair, while his wife Fay sat on the floor between his feet. Ian was a 55 year old jeweler, and Fay was a 52 year old school secretary. Because age has a way of helping to shape bodies, Fay was the heaviest of the ladies at around 135 pounds, and had the fullest tits. Her c-cup mammaries had begun to sag just a little; but, she was still a very attractive brunette; with some grey hair high-lighting her appearance. Ian shaved his head, (and other body areas), and was tall.

To Ian’s left sat Juan and Maria Garcia. He was a 38 year old landscape contractor, and his pretty 32 year old wife , who sat between his feet, was his office manager for his business. Maria had very long straight black hair that covered the tops of her a-cup beauties. They had been in the group only six months ago. They also had been married the shortest time; about 3 years. Both of them were known to be quite uninhibited when it came to sex.

Tony and Lisa were next around the circle. Tony was a short man with dish-water blond hair. He was 28, and an oil supplier in the Valley of the Sun. His cute 26 year old wife was a graphic artist and had a very lovely set of b-cup knockers. Both were rather pensive in demeaner, and really liked to participate in 3-somes; and specialized in giving and receiving oral sex. Lets face it, thought Ian, they have very talented tongues.

Finally, sitting opposite from Ian and Fay were Joe and Dee Almonti. Joe was a 34 year old housing construction contractor, and his wife was a 33 year old ticket agent for a major airline at SkyHarbor Airport. Dee was a very pretty brunette, with b-cup tits; while Joe looked the part (almost) of a mafia boss. Because they both showed strong leadership skills within the group, Ian felt they would become the next acknowledged leaders of the group, whenever he and Fay left.

Ian was like a proud uncle surveying this “family.” All of them got along very well; güvenilir casino afterall, they tried to fuck each other’s brains out every month. All of them were very discreet, about keeping this group secret and private, from friends, co-workers, and family members.

Once in awhile, a couple had to miss a get-together, due to an illness,…. maybe family functions they were committed to,…. or vacation travel. But, most of them looked at these meetings as the high point of each month. One of the corner-stone purposes of these parties was to enhance the sexual part of each married couple. Not having all eight couples there was infrequent.

That then was the group; and the group needed another pair to get back to the full complement of 8 couples. Ian asked everyone if any of them had a couple…maybe neighbors….maybe business associates….maybe school chums…..Did anyone have a prospective couple on their “radar???”

Ian noticed Joe and Dee having a quiet, but animated, whispered conversation between themselves. They looked like they were maybe debating something. Finally, Joe spoke up.

“Dee and I think we might have just the right couple in mind. They are good friends of ours from back in high school. I play golf with Ron Larson quite often, and Dee has known Carol since elementary school.”

It sounded to the group that they might be a good fit. Joe continued, ” From little comments I’ve heard from Ron, their sex-life seems to have waned badly the last few months.” Dee added, I’m sure Carol fits the right physical requirements ( boob size, height and weight); as well as facial features.”

” The only problem,” Joe warned, ” is how Ron matches the physical demensions ( dick size ). I just haven’t seen his cock since we were on the wrestling team in high school; I don’t remember what kind of package he is carrying around.”

In all the aspects for new members, being AVERAGE” was fundamental. Dee assured everyone that Ron and Carol Larson were average; and would really fit in well, personality wise, with the current membership.

“So here is the thing,” Joe continued, ” I am playing golf with Ron next Saturday. I will make a “pitch” to him about our group; and just come right out and ask him about his cock size.” Joe planned to have this conversation in the lounge/ bar in the clubhouse after their round of golf. The guys refer to this time as “the 19th hole.”

At about the same time, the boys were on the 19th hole, Dee planned to go to their suburban home, and make her “pitch” to Carol. By far, it was going to be more difficult “pitching” the group to Carol. Carol Larson is very straight-laced! Carol had always seemed too inhibited in many aspects of life. But one thing was certain,….she loved her husband irrevocably. If there was a problem with their libido’s, she would do anything possible to repair it.

Her husband, it was assumed, would be much more receptable, to group sex activity (What guy wouldn’t??) He had always been popular with the girls; and most assuredly had more experience with sex, before they got married, than Carol had.

If all went well….things were explained…and Ron and Carol Larson seemed to want to give the “Group” a try; then a “test-party” would be the usual pattern for new membership. A test-party usually consisted of 3 current couples, inviting the prospective couple to sample group sex.

This step can be daunting. Many people have been known to “freak-out” when they see their spouse getting fucked, or sucked, while in their presence; by another person. The major purpose of the test-party is to show new members that there is a BIG difference between cheating on a spouse, and sharing a spouse.

Since Joe and Dee had known the Larson’s for a long time; they pretty much knew there was a good chance that Ron and Carol would be joining to “Group.” Joe said, ” I’m pretty sure I can get Ron interested; the trick is for Dee to convince Carol.”

Ian then asked the group…” If Joe talks to this fellow next Saturday; and they can make a decision….that would mean we need 2 couples to volunteer for a test-party.” After some quiet discussion among the group, Gary and Patty volunteered. Soon after that, Juan and Maria offered to be the 4th couple. Obviously, since Joe and Dee would be their “sponsors”, they would host the event at their house.

With that item concluded, Ian happily announced, ” Okay the plan is in the works! Now its time to end the business meeting with our usual game…..Lets play “Balls in the Sack!!”

Everyone gleefully squealed their support for the game. This game signalled the beginning of a sexcapade weekend for the couples; enough with “business”…..Lets Fuck!!

Patty had been chosen before the get-together to place 2 balls ( about the size of a small plum) in the red velour bag. This bag had been used for this game for years; nobody knew who donated it, back when.

The bag would be offered to one of the giggly gals….she would teasingly lick and mouth the bag….sucking first one ball, then the other lewdly into her mouth…pretending it was a very large scrotum….containing 2 large balls. Then the “sucker” would reach into the bag, and without looking, take out one ball.

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Charlene

“Hi Dad, just thought I would drop by and see ‘whatsa happenen’!”

“Hi Charley, I see you are off from school today sweetheart, have you got something on your mind? Come here and give your old man a kiss.”

“Yes, somethings bugging me. I am going to do a bit of shopping then I intend to stop by your house – unless you have some other plans? We can blab about it then, okay?”

“Great,” as I put my arms about my gorgeous oldest daughter. Holding her against me for a quick kiss I discover she is making a 3 point suspension against my body, two spikes in the chest and, the pressure of her feminine mound against my groin, as she brazenly arches her back. Wow, I just don’t know what to make of this first time experience from my quiet, conservative, scholarly and soon to be a 24 year old professor. Blond and statuesque, truly a winner for life’s adventures.

“See ya.” And she left my office.

* * * * * *

Sitting on the couch across from me I enjoy the fantastic view of her crossing her shapely long legs, while I relax in my recliner. She sips her scotch on the rocks, and puts the glass down on the coffee table. She then looks me straight in the eyes and blurts out, “So tell me Daddy, how long have you been fucking Audra?”

I almost choke and drop my glass. “How the hell do you know about that,” I stammered?

“Well, I cut a class a few months ago, and to fill in my day, I stopped off to see you at home. At first I thought you were out, but then I heard noises coming from your bedroom. I looked in and saw you and Audra going at it and I got ready to dial 911 because it appeared you were raping my sister – only to observe her intense need, to realize no rape was involved – totally consensual! I was shocked at first, but then became aroused when I realized the sheer beauty, and great pleasure, that two adults were giving each other. Not wishing to create problems, I just left.”

“I’m so sorry my dear. After Audra became 18, Mom gave her condoms because she knew she was hot stuff, with a strong urge to be functional, that is with the boys she was dating. Unfortunately she was having so many problems in finding someone that she could love, and enhance her needs for getting fucked. You know, a relationship that has meaning. One night she came to me and started this secret tryst with me to keep her comfy, instead of having hot pants for whoever she dated. Oh, she is still getting nailed occasionally, but her selection of partners improved considerably. As for myself, I was so happy to thrill her, while making myself quite comfortable, at the same time.”

“Dad, you’re terrible, what if you knocked her up? Don’t you realize the danger here, that is, if authorities found out, even though she is an adult? What would you ever do with a baby, lock it in a closet and hope it never gets out?”

“Charley, we had fun for 6 months, and now that she is living with a boyfriend, she only comes over occasionally for a good time; the little nymphomaniac still likes a bit of variety, and wants to cheer me up. Even in my horniness, I saw the danger and decided my family was large enough, so I went and did the honorable thing, and had a vasectomy. You could say that I am now an animated casino şirketleri fully functional dildo; however, I am quite happy about it. Thus I can see no logical problems. Sexual relief is now just a rub away, and a lot more intimate, and loving. We both enjoy the intense fun of a good hot time together.”

“As you know Dad, my major is philosophy, and I am looking here at two hedonistic creatures resolving their sexual tensions in a communistic, but rational fashion – and I honestly cannot find fault with your logic. Jesus Dad, give me a moment to think about this!”

“Let me go and refresh your drink Charlene.”

Going to the kitchen I measure out a couple of double scotchs with the hope of keeping the situation mellow. I give Charley back her drink, and slip back into my recliner. After she takes a couple of sips, she puts the glass down and uncrosses those beautiful legs. She clears her throat to speak looking directly into my eyes. I notice a slow scissoring of her thighs while her breathing increases. My brain shouts, “good grief, I know whats coming!”

“Dad, as you know I too am a bit isolated from the real world, and I guess through heredity, have the same intense needs as my sister, that forces me to use males like Kleenex tissues. With Audra tied up with her beau now, giving you a bit more slack, would you like to take on another correspondent joining your little sex cult? Now if it will interfere with you getting into a relationship, I will back off.”

With that said, I toss about ½ my scotch down my throat, cough, catch my breath, “Wow girl, this is totally unexpected, but since I have been blessed by nature as a satyr, there is no way in hell I can refuse you my Darling.”

As I start to rise from my recliner, Charley opens her thighs and I can see the gusset of her panties is soaking wet. I walk to her, sit down on the couch and pull her into my arms while my cock hardens immediately. I start softly kissing her lips while her arms wrap around me and pull me tight against her. Her tongue pressures effortlessly into my mouth, while my hand slips under her dress to put my fingers onto her wet panties, and slowly caress what I believe is the swollen lips of her cunt.

As our lips separate she moans the feminine verse “Oh Daddy, I really need you!” While I respond in the masculine “Yes, Charlene, I really want you!”

We break apart and she decides to take a quick shower first, and heads for my bathroom. I quickly go to my bedroom, remove my clothes setting them down beside my daughters.

Entering my bathroom I see the distorted naked beauty of my daughter, and my excitement climbs. Opening the shower door there is no longer optical obstructions, and I am overwhelmed by her pure beauty.

“Charley, I am a bit dizzy, I have never been with a woman of your beauty.”

She laughs and looks at me, “tonight it’s your job to perform Mr Dildo. I need no sweet talk,” as she moves out from under the shower head and moves into my arms.

Her wet body with its radiant heat makes me tingle all over, as my cock presses into her thighs, that she moves apart slightly to let its hardness slide up against the hot folds of her pussy. She then grinds her cunt along my casino firmaları shaft while our lips meet and tongues duel. She stops her undulations, while I pick up where she left off with my thrusting cock now sliding along the length of her slippery pussy.

“Whoa, slow down mister,” as she separates and pushes me under the stream of water. “Yes, I love the animated part, but you are one dildo that I have no intention of wearing out – but using for both our pleasure.”

With that said, she knelt down in front of me and started stroking my cock, to put her lips on the tip and roll her tongue around it while enjoying the presence of some precum, before swallowing the whole thing down her throat; while she manipulated her throat muscles and simultaneously lashed my cock with her tongue.

“Oh shit!” I cried. “I feel I got my cock stuck in a washing machine! Where the hell did you learn that?”

Popping my cock out of mouth she stands up and turns the water off. “Daddy, I am not a virgin, but I am not about to recount how many one night stands I enjoyed for my education. Now get your ass out of this shower, dry off and meet me in bed because I am going to fuck your brains out!”

“Say girl, your the one with the pussy, and that makes you the fuckee!”

“Let’s get this show on the road, we can quibble after you’ve filled my pussy with your hot sperm… Opps, I should say ejaculate. Audra told me how much you love to cum into her pussy, but left off the fact that you were fixed.”

“What the hell, can’t you girls ever keep a secret?”

After we dry off my girl scrambles off to my bed.

“Come on Daddy, lie on your back and lets start. I wanted to do this with you long ago, and I am glad that you had the good sense not to abuse me so that I am able to come to you as an adoring open minded adult female seeking your pleasure – while enjoying my sexual relief.”

She then climbs above my body, plants her knees above my head and takes my cock, and starts administering to it with her delightful mouth. I see her pussy floating above me, her natural golden maiden hair sparkling with drops of girl dew announcing how juicy, and ready my daughter is.

“Aren’t we the eager beaver,” as I pull on her hips to move her bloated pussy lips closer to mine. Upon contact I feel her shiver with delight while she sensuously slides her lips and tongue over my cock, stopping only when her lips collide with cock base.

Hot Damn is she juicy and tasty! My tongue penetrates her lips, and starts dancing about the entrance of her vagina – while she urges me onward with squeals of delight. “I feel like such a bad little girl Daddy, with you licking my cunt like this. Oh God! Don’t stop, if I cum don’t worry, uhh, because the only way I will be sated is when you ejaculate into by womb. Mmmfff.”

Slurp, “It’s wonderful to be doing this for each other as wild animals. Now I will be going after your little love button.” I then circle the hood with the tip of my tongue while my daughter starts undulating. When I am in direct contact with her clitoris, my daughter starts shaking and pulling away.

“Daddy STOP it, it is too intense, I need your firm prick buried in my cunt now. Please fuck me!”

She güvenilir casino rotates her body and straddles me. Grasping my cock she steers it toward her vagina. “Hold still Daddy, and let me do the honors.”

I feel myself slowly sinking into her as she agonizingly reaches for the base of my cock with her torrid pussy. When her groin bumps against me, and I feel her ass kissing my testicles, we both gasp a sigh of happiness while adjusting our bodies to the realities of what we wish to accomplish.

“When I was still a virgin, and celebrating my 19th birthday, this is exactly what I dreamed of doing with you to celebrate the occasion – giving my cherry to the one I truly love! Oh! oh, Daddy dear, I love you so much, and now can comfortably deal with this secret, uh family secret, now that I am older. Mmm, Thank you so much for loving me, and finally letting me come to you. God, I am so hot, now lets get into some serious fucking.”

“Thats it Daddy, slow sensuous and tender, I love your hands on my tits. Since this is our first time, I feel as if I am finally giving my virginity to you. OOh, Dad, your so big and I feel so filled I don’t want this ever to stop. [pant] Please let me lead the tempo until you are ready to change position. You see, I really am here for you, even though selfishly interested in cumming all over your hard cock. Ohh! Hold me close and feel me.”

I pull her body down and press her beautiful tits into my chest while she tilts her head to put her lips lightly on mine while her tongue slides against mine replicating the rhythm of what is occurring within her pussy.

“Oh Charlene, I love you” as our rhythm increases and I feel her lips upon my neck, while enjoying her gasps of pleasure.

“Hold me, I really need this bad and you feel so good. I want it all the way, oh, deep inside of me. Oh my lover, fuck me hard!” Now her nipples are digging into me telegraphing her excitement, while I feel her sucking on my neck in a passion that is matching mine.

“Oh Daddy, I am so close,” as she starts bucking frantically – while I am hanging on for dear life.

“Argh, I am coming Daughterrrr.,” as I feel her lurch and cry out while I am pouring my churning cum into the depths of her pussy; that is now spasming excitedly, her cunt clenching onto my invading penis – while she is matching my discharge into her with her own juices, now mixed with mine oozing past our intimate carnal connection.

She moves up to look into my eyes with a big grin on her face after feeling me completely drain my last heated discharge into her cunt after a few cycles of orgasming together. Feeling me start to shrink within her, she lovingly undulates a few strokes before she lifts off of me, leaving with a beautiful dripping cream pie with strings of cum still attached to my cock as proof of our beautiful adventure together. Moving further apart she bends over and gently covers my face with tiny kisses, accenting her gratitude and intense love.

“That was wonderful Dad. Now lets get a bit of rest. You do realize I am spending the night with you lover! You could say I am making up for lost time.”

“Yes darling, I am quite drowsy. Please wake me up when you need me again. I love you?”

“I will Daddy, and I hope Audra sees your hickey that I gave you, so I can win the bet.”

“You girls are terrible! Have you no modesty whatsoever? Oh well, wake me up when you are recharged for your next fucking. Goodnight Charley.”

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When Darren came into my mother’s life in 1972, I think she seized the opportunity to introduce into our home what she hoped would be a controlling influence. I had just turned 15 and had started to mess with boys, which I think she knew, or at least strongly suspected. My brother, Toby, and I were also becoming petulant and unruly … just the sort of kids that they make documentaries about these days!

Darren was about ten years older than her at 45, a still fit, ruggedly handsome, strong, self-confident army corporal, a London East End lad who’d made the army his career. And he was extremely sexy in a burly, almost thuggish way. I remember being attracted to him immediately but I tried hard to put these feelings out of my mind, just happy that my mother had met someone so handsome and charismatic, and yes, having someone that sexy whom I could show off to friends as my mother’s boyfriend, possibly my next dad, thrilled me as well! I even put aside those pangs of jealousy when they were first dating and I’d hear the muffled sounds of their lovemaking from my bedroom at night.

They married after just three months, and Toby and I were really happy about it. Our own dad had moved away to Australia, and we welcomed having a man around again. Many years later she confided in me that all she really wanted from Darren was the sex and the controlling hand on the family. She never really loved him and I always like to believe that I suspected that.

Darren was strict with us and it began to work. I went out less at night, tried to be a little less flighty, and we certainly never played our mother up again, and never have since. That change lasted with Toby but with me, it started to slip again after about eighteen months. Darren was very different dealing with me than with my brother. Although his exterior was stern, his eyes showed something else, almost a conspiratorial interest in my behaviour. I started to flirt outrageously with boys again, and they were getting older and older.

But also, my repressed lust for Darren was subordinated into a deliberate action of my part to seduce men and I was no longer interested in boys. One night, when I had only just turned 18, I met a 25 year-old private from Dad’s and I pulled every trick in the book and was successful: we had sex in the back of his car. It was actually a little disappointing because it was a cold night and very cramped in his car, and I soon forgot about it. For about a week and a half, anyway!

Then, one afternoon, I came home from school early, skipping a couple of classes because I wanted to go into Southampton to meet a guy who I’d met at a club recently. I’d forgotten that it was Darren’s afternoon off and he was already there, in the garden, cutting a hedge. I thought momentarily that he looked angry but when he saw me he smiled, perhaps a little deliberately, and grunted a greeting to me, saying he was nearly finished and he’d see me inside. I thought little more of it, having my mission in mind, and went back inside to work out how I was going to con him into letting me go out when I was officially being punished.

I went up to my room and changed into just a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, intending to return and change once I’d wound him round my little finger. Little did I know what was going to follow.

When I came back down, humming happily to myself, having decided on a story, Darren was sitting in the living room, sprawled on the sofa. It didn’t occur to me that he wasn’t reading or watching TV, he was just sitting, watching me come down the stairs. I merrily wafted into the kitchen to make us a coffee. I was waiting for the water to boil when I realized he’d come through and was standing there. I remember thinking how sexy he looked in his tiny tight army issue shorts and an army vest, thighs and arms as strong as ever. His chest was even more impressive, and I remember noticing his hard nipples showing under the vest. I can’t recall now what I started to say but I know it was light, flirtatious and designed to loosen him up. Suddenly I heard him saying: “I just want to know, Louise, what you were doing a week ago last Saturday evening?”

My memory responded like lightning and I spun round and must have looked shocked and guilty. For once I hadn’t got a smart answer and just stared.

“So it’s true?!”

“What … what’s true?”

“You know, Louise … you fuckin’ know!” he said in a cool, calm voice, moving closer and grabbing my forearm in his big fist. It didn’t hurt. His grip was just massive and firm, totally controlling.

I must have flinched and backed away because he said: “I’m not going to hurt you, Lou. I just want to hear you say it.”

“Say what, Darren…say what?” I was already beginning to recover fast and my mind was already working on a story. I just needed a delay, about a minute would do.

But then: “Tell me that you fucked Terry Falconer … in his car … in the car park … in the fucking public car park!” His voice sounded bitter, disappointed. casino şirketleri “Go on, Lou, tell me!”

He knew too much! There was no way I was going to get out of this.

“How …..?”

“How do I know? How do I fucking know? Because that cunt can’t keep his friggin’ mouth shut and he only told half the barracks when he was pissed last night! That’s how I got to hear, second-hand from some fuckin’ squaddie!”

The anger had welled up momentarily but now he brought it under control. His voice was calm again. “Louise … how old are you? Eighteen! God, hrdly more than a girl”

He pushed me back firmly against the counter and he was just inches from me. I could smell his delicious musk, could almost feel his gorgeous body heat and I was looking into those eyes that were normally so playful but were now flashing with anger.

“God, Louise, your mother is so worried about you and I always defend you. I honestly felt that the worst could be fumbling with kids from school. But going out and deliberately fucking men! Why, Louise…. why?” And I saw the genuine hurt in them and that was an arrow that went direct to my heart.

“Sorry, Darren,” I whispered.

He just stood looking at me, the hurt showing more and more. It was too much for me, this unexpected display of genuine emotion from a man who had only been my ‘father’ for eighteen months. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.

“Baby, don’t cry … please!” he whispered. I don’t want to hurt you – I just want you to understand that it’s … wrong.” The way his voice broke over that last, whispered word, and the pause, made me wonder immediately just how wrong he really thought it was. I’d found a chink in his armour and I instinctively played on it.

“But how wrong is it, Darren?” I sobbed a little, careful not to be overly dramatic. “Really? How wrong is it?!”

I let my body shudder with a single sob, the tears still flowing, and Darren broke, drawing me into his arms and hugging me to him. “Oh baby, please don’t cry,” he whispered, kissing my neck. That in itself was lovely but what really excited me was his thick semi-erection pressing against my belly. And as he held me, stroking my hair, it dawned on me that it was not that I had been with a man but what was eating away at Darren was that it hadn’t been him! He was actually jealous!

I allowed my self to melt against him so that I could feel that gorgeous fat bulge press into me. My mouth was right next to his ear. My voice was soft and seductive. “Would it have been better if it had been you?”

I felt the shock course through him and then he was completely still. Not a word was said for what seemed like ages. I just inhaled that manly musk and my nerve endings sensed every throb of the blood pulsing in his growing erection. I genuinely believe that it was only then that he realized that his excitement was evident, that he had a hardon, and was completely fazed by that.

Then, in probable horror that his stepdaughter knew what he was feeling, he pulled away, holding me by the shoulders, and I could see his face again. It confirmed what I thought.

“What? WHAT? What the fuck are you saying?” The anger was back, but he was so fazed that his voice croaked.

I smiled as seductively as I could. “It’s OK, Darren … Daddy. I don’t mind. I really don’t.” I was back in control.

For the first and only time ever, Darren raised his hand to slap my face. It hovered over me as his other big paw held my shoulder. I must have flinched a little but like to think I didn’t. But he didn’t hit me. With his hand shaking, he hissed, “You fucking little bitch! What are you trying to say? My God, Louise!”

I just smiled again. “It’s OK, Daddy! I really don’t mind!”

His hand returned to my shoulder and he pushed me back against the counter so that I was bent back over it. He actually looked magnificent when he was angry and my body was reacting appropriately, not resisting him, compliant. And I noticed that, although his face was angry, his eyes showed a flash of excitement… interest … lust.

“My god,” he growled. “How can someone so young be so…so…” His voice tailed off. I maintained my eye contact.

I continued to smile and my eyes dropped deliberately to his shorts. The green material, softened by years of wear, defined the flesh beneath magnificently. His eyes dropped to look and he realized he couldn’t deny his excitement.

Our eyes met and locked. What seemed like minutes passed. I could see the struggle going on behind them and then he slowly pulled me to him but this time his lips sought mine and he kissed me. I’ll never forget that first real kiss between us … it electrified us both, defining the moment that everything changed. Darren’s tongue played against my lips, then pushed in and slid against mine as me moaned and I could feel his big body shake as he held me in his strong arms.

He broke off, holding the back of my head in his hand as his lips brushed my ear.

“Oh baby!” casino firmaları he breathed. “Why him? Why him? God, if you only knew how much I wanted to be that first real man…” He trailed off and I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear as he kissed it. “Jesus baby, you’ve no idea how I dreamed of it.”

I could feel his cock twitch and throb against me and I moved against it so that it rolled from side to side in his shorts.

“Well, don’t let’s count him then, Daddy,” I whispered. “He wasn’t any good anyway. Let’s pretend it never happened.” I dropped my hands to his shorts at the back and caressed his firm buttocks pulling him harder against me so that he had no doubt about what I wanted. “You can still be the first … in my mind.”

He gradually pushed me back at arms length and the expression on his handsome face gradually changed from one of pain to one of intense lust as I looked at him with that practiced coy-but-taunting look that I had used to advantage many times before.

Smiling at him, my eyes firmly locked onto his, I reached down and found that incredibly thick bulge and felt his cock jump as my fingers found its shape and squeezed it. With my other hand, I undid the clip and then unzipped him, pulling the flaps aside. I looked down and could see the fat shaft of his still trapped cock. I reached in and actually gasped as I felt the warm flesh and pulled it out.

It was beautiful, all that I had imagined and more. I swallowed hard and fell to my knees, holding his cock so that I could stare at it. It was much more veined than I had imagined … veined and strong and fierce. The foreskin was retracted from the head but a small movement and it rolled over it half way before I slid it back and stroked my cheek with it. Darren groaned and when I looked again a little pearl of precum had leaked out and I stuck out my tongue and licked some it off the tip, spearing the rest over the fat, taut knob with my tongue.

“Ohhhh Daddy…..!” I moaned, tasting the saltiness. I wiped his cock along my lips, making them glisten with it, looking up into his eyes. They were half-closed in ecstasy but staring down at me, absorbing the moment his baby girl first licked his cockhead.

“Ohhhhh FUCK!” he groaned. “Jesus baby!!!” I ovalled my lips over the head and slid them over it slowly so that he could see them stretch over his knob. He quivered and moaned even more deeply. I had his knob inside my mouth … my Daddy’s big knob! I was so excited, pulling his shorts down his legs, revealing his heavy swollen balls which I now held in my palm and massaged gently as my tongue tickled the underside vee of his cockhead. They felt so heavy in my hand, the sac so warm and soft, slithering around as I played with them. Then, holding his cockhead in my mouth, my tongue licking against it, I reached round to stroke and caress his firm hard buttock cheeks and the deep cleft between them.

“Ohhhhh fuck, baby, where the hell did you learn all this?” He shook his head in disbelief as he looked down at me, a look of admiration and astonishment on his face. I took him out of my mouth and, as my hand slipped up and down that wet shaft that I couldn’t even get my fingers round, I smiled sweetly up at him and said:

“I’ve had a few years experience, Daddy. “

His mouth hung open, a look of genuine amazement on his face. “What? Since when?”

“Since I was 15,” I grinned.

I kissed his knob, my lips pouting, as I looked up into his eyes naughtily. A pearl of precum oozed from the big hole and I smeared my lips with it.

“Ohhhh Jesus, you sweet fucking little cunt!” he hissed, and reached down to pull me under my arms to my feet. He held my face in his hands and kissed me full on the mouth, a long, feverish, lip-mashing kiss that made me breathless. He bent his knees and pushed his cock between my thighs so that it pressed lengthwise along my shorts-covered cunt cleft and then he lifted me a little in his arms so my feet left the ground. He carried me out of the kitchen like that and I curled my legs round him as he effortlessly walked through the hall, up the stairs and into his and my mother’s bedroom, where he finally put me down on the bed. I shook my hair into place and slid back over the satin bedspread, leaning back on my elbows, my eyes on his huge boom of a cock straining from the vee of his open shorts. He grabbed it in his hand, squeezing it so that its veins bulged obscenely.

“Do you want this, you little slut?” he hissed, hooking his shorts down his powerful thighs with his other thumb.

I drew my legs up, opening my thighs, and ran my forefinger up the deep cleft where my shorts cut into my pussy. “Yes Daddy,” I whispered, smiling sweetly up at him. He scrabbled to remove his shorts from his feet and knelt on the bed, his hands tearing down my shorts and flinging them aside. I tore my tee shirt off, exposing my breasts, not as full and heavy as they are now but already sizeable and already with the swollen aureolae which set off my hard güvenilir casino nipples in a way that drove guys wild. He groaned, his eyes darting between my plump pussy lips and my tits, unable to take in all that was suddenly on offer to him. “Ohhhh fuck! You shave that gorgeous little pussy!” he gasped

He suddenly dipped his head, at the same time as his hands slid under my bottom and lifted me, ad his mouth went to my cunt. I gasped as he placed his mouth over it and I felt his tongue press between the lips and enter me, his breath warm and soft on my shaved mound. My hands grabbed his head, my fingers caressing it as he tongue fucked me savagely, unable to comprehend the extent of the treasures that were suddenly on offer to him. His eyes were wild with fiery passion but extraordinarily warm and loving at the same time.

“Aaaaahhhhh, God Daddy!!!” I gasped, still leaning on my elbows so I could watch, loving the huge muscular bulk of his naked body. “Ohhh yessssss!”

He leaned back to look at my now open pussy and groaned again. “Awwwww FUCK!!! Look at that sexy little clit…!” He gazed at where my already engorged pearl had emerged from its sheath. He shook his head unbelievingly and chuckled softly: “Fuuuuuck, I’ve never seen anything as sexy as you, baby. You’re a fucking wonder!”

He knelt up and shuffled forward, aiming his cock at my pussy and I watched as he stroked the big swollen head over and around my erect clit, coating it with his precum. I whimpered and arched up every time it slid over the sensitive nub my hands pressing into the bed.

“Fuck, baby, you got me so wet … and so are you,” he groaned. Looking me in the eyes, he wiggled the head into the lips of my pussy so that it was ovalled out over the tautly flared head. He leaned down and, with his lips against my ear, whispered: “Here it comes, baby … Dad’s cock!” And he pushed in. I felt my cunt spread, the inner lips stretching wider than they had ever been. As I arched up, I could feel his cockhead pushing through my soft inner flesh as I gazed at the huge width of his shaft sink into me. I yelped with pure joy as I felt him fill me with cock and now my arms went round his shoulders, his huge muscular shoulders, and I gasped with satisfaction as he pushed right in. He stopped when there were still a couple of inches to go, savouring the moment, looking down too to where my pussy stretched for him … and then he sank fully into me. I clutched him to me, kissing his neck as my entire body filled with wonderful warmth, reacting to his total invasion of me.

I kissed his neck over and over, gradually moving round to the front. I kissed his chin and I felt a small tear trickle from my eye, the wonderful pain of his cock inextricably bound up with the infinite pleasure of it at the same time.

I sought his lips and he reciprocated, giving me the most wonderful deep kiss as my cunt adjusted to him. I clenched it and he moaned into my mouth. It drove him wild with desire, his kiss becoming frantic, his lips grinding against mine, his tongue probing and duelling with mine. My nipples, chafed by his hairy chest, tingled and hardened even more.

“Oh, my darling!” he moaned in my ear. “My sweet baby.” He slowly drew his cock out, seemingly dragging my flesh with him it was so tight. Half-way and he sank in again, repeating that half-withdrawal over and over until my pussy fully adjusted to him, and then he increased the length of his strokes, more and more, lifting himself over me on stretched arms, gazing into my eyes and then down to my tits. He ducked and kissed them, his lips hot on them, teasing them so that seemingly electric shocks shot through my entire body, competing with the surges of excitement that his cock was dealing my hungry cunt. As my body shook and convulsed, he gently bit my nipples and kissed them, alternating the pleasure and pain.

I was gazing up at him admiringly, thinking how wonderful this moment was. “Darren…..! Daddy……! I love your cock … I LOVE IT!” I cried out.”

He smiled at me, softly replying: “My cock loves you, baby … oh fuck, does it love you!”

“Oh God yes, Daddy…. fuck me … fuck me Dad!!!!

He lifted my legs, pushing them back as he fucked me, his cock slurping wetly in my cunt as both of us lubricated more and more. The loud wet sound of our fucking increased our excitement. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I looked over at the mirror on the wardrobe door and could just see his taut buttocks swinging against my thighs and the odd glimpse of that thick tool.

“Oh Jesus, baby, I can’t keep this up for long … you got me too excited!” he panted as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and positioned himself over me so that he could slam his tool almost vertically into my cunt. Sure enough, his cock felt iron hard, explosive inside me, as he fucked faster and harder, the veins on his neck standing out. The feel of his cock, fully expanded, coupled with his exclamation, tipped me over the top and I screamed out, almost sobbed, as I felt my own orgasm surge inside. His cock triggered the convulsing spasms as I came hugely over his cock, making him slow in amazed wonder as his daughter thrashed and mewed beneath him, my cunt pulsing around his cock.

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I first met Jeff some 15 years ago while on an overnight sport-fishing trip out of San Diego. Living and working in Orange County at the time, I had originally planned to drive down that evening with one of my co-workers, but he cancelled out on me at the last minute, so, rather than waste the tickets, I ended up going alone.

As I boarded the boat, I saw that there were only about a dozen other anglers — most of whom were older men who appeared to have opted for a cold night of fishing and drinking to staying at home watching last season’s re-runs, or worse, getting stuck listening to the wife drone on about the latest crisis involving the neighbor’s cat.

Jeff was somewhat of a stand-out from the beginning. He was tall, looked to be in good physical shape and was very well spoken, which I gathered based on the group’s informal round of introductions. After meeting our shipmates and hearing the captain’s safety instructions, we each retreated to what we felt would be our lucky deck spots and began to set up our rigs. Jeff took up a station about eight feet from mine.

Unfortunately, we had picked a bad night to go out. Not only was it damp, but the wind seemed to drive the cold right through you. To make matters worse, the fish seemed to be anywhere else in the Pacific except where we were anchored. No one was getting any action. In our boredom, Jeff and I sparked up a bit of a conversation — mostly just small talk about work and the weather. He told me that he was a mortgage broker and I explained that I worked as a rep for an advertising agency.

As the evening wore on, and with the beer evaporating from the cooler, we somehow got on the subject of women. Being about 15 years older than me, Jeff told me he was twice divorced and single. I confided that I was between girlfriends at the time too.

“It sucks being without someone to suck your dick every night, doesn’t it?” he said laughing. “Amen, I’ll drink to that,” I replied. “Especially on a cold night like this one. And this beer isn’t keeping me warm either. I’ve got a bottle of JD in my bag if you’re interested,” I said.

“That would be awesome,” he said. “I usually bring a bottle on these trips too, but I was running late and forgot. I owe you one!”

We continued joking and sharing small talk until the boat captain came around to poll everyone to see if we wanted to head in early. It was practically unanimous, so we reeled in our rigs while the crew pulled anchor. What a fucking waste of time and money, I thought, as the boat chugged back to the dock.

Just as we headed in past the breakwater, Jeff held out his hand. “Here’s my card,” he said. “The next time you’re down this way, give me a call. Maybe we can get together for a beer or grab a bite to eat or something — on me. Oh yeah, and don’t forget to call me if you’re ever in the market for a mortgage.”

I took his card and told him thanks, and gave him one of mine in return. “Same here, next time you’re up in the OC, give me a call.”

I never really expected to ever hear from him again. Happily, though, I was wrong. What I didn’t know was that night had marked the beginning of a special friendship — and turning point — in what otherwise might have been just another ordinary life.

Less than two weeks later, I was sitting in my office getting my chops busted by my boss about my expense report when our bubble-headed receptionist popped in. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important, but Mike, you have a call on line three.”

“Ok…” I said, waiting. “…And do we know who it is?” I asked in somewhat of a snarky tone. “I think his name was Jeff something… Oh yeah, and I think he said he was with a mortgage company? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, but I thought it might be important,” she finished apologetically.

“Ohhhh, that Jeff,” I said sarcastically. “Yes. It is important. Do me a favor and tell him I’ll be right with him.”

Jeff’s timing couldn’t have been better. I told my boss it was a personal matter and asked him to give me a minute. Then I quickly closed the door behind him.

I answered the phone. “Hi Jeff, Mike speaking.”

“Hi Mike, thanks for taking my call. I wasn’t sure if you’d remember me…”

“Absolutely,” I said. “What can I do for you, Jeff?”

“Listen, we’re having our annual open house party at our office tomorrow evening and we’re reaching out to invite prospective customers. I know this is super short notice so, if you can’t make it, I totally understand. I was just going through my wallet and found your card and thought you might be interested in coming down. We’re starting the party right at close-of-business, but these things usually last well into the evening. If nothing else, I thought it would be a good networking opportunity for you — and there will be plenty of eye candy,” he laughed.

“That actually sounds great,” I said. “I had planned on taking tomorrow off anyway, so that works out perfect. Hey, thanks for the invite!”

“My pleasure,” casino şirketleri Jeff said. “It’s nothing fancy — business casual — but we usually have a great time.”

“Ok, sounds fun! I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said and hung up. Cool, I thought. Downtown San Diego on a warm Friday evening with plenty of free, high-dollar wine and beautiful ladies! Now all I had to do was break the news to my already-pissed-off boss that I wouldn’t be in the next day.

I made the most of the next morning. With a fresh haircut and new shirt and coat, I knew I’d have to leave early to beat the weekend traffic down the coast. I was glad I did. As it was, I didn’t make it to Jeff’s office until a little before 6.

I was actually kind of surprised that, with it being a Friday evening, so many people showed up. But the company was having a great turnout. It was a virtual “Who’s Who” of the San Diego real estate scene, or as I call it, the “Pretty People of Professional Real Estate.”

I was chatting up a very petite and attractive brunette residential agent when Jeff made his way over. “Mike! Hey, it’s great that you could make it. I see you’re already getting to know some of our guests…”

The way he spoke, you would have thought we had been friends forever.

“Yeah, this is a great party,” I said. “Thanks for inviting me. By the way Jeff, this is my new friend Leona.”

“Oh, yes. Hi Leona, did you ever get that couple closed on their Gaslamp District condo?” he asked. (Obviously, he and Leona knew and had worked together before.)

“Nope, never did. I was so bummed. Would you believe that two weeks into their escrow, they went out and bought a $40,000 car? Blew the escrow right out of the water!”

“Unbelievable! Well.. It’s not the first time that kind of thing has happened and probably won’t be the last. Listen, I hate to leave you two alone, but I’ve got to make some more rounds.” Jeff said. “You look great, by the way,” he said as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You look great too, Mike,” he added with a chuckle. “I’ll catch up with you guys a little later.”

“So, Mike, how long have you known Jeff?” Leona asked, turning her attention back to me.

“Actually, we just me a week ago. On a fishing trip of all places.”

“Really? Wow,” she said. “He really seems to like you.”

“Well, what’s not to like?” I said in a lame attempt to flirt.

“Then good for you,” she said, patting my hand. “I hear he’s quite the catch — if you know what I mean?”

‘Whoa, whoa, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Well, if you did, you probably wouldn’t be disappointed. I hear he’s pretty big and hmmmmmmm quite popular, so I’m just saying…” she whispered as she took a sip of her drink. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find to the little girl’s room. It was very nice meeting you Mike!”

“Likewise,” I said, taking a gulp from my glass. That’s just great, I thought! Now she probably thinks I’m gay and is in the ladies room telling all of her friends. Then it dawned me… was Jeff gay? Not that it really mattered, but he sure didn’t seem that way.

As the evening began to wind down, I found Jeff holding court with a small group next to the roll-in bar. I walked over and stood there for a while, waiting for an opening in their conversation to thank him and say goodbye.

“You’re not leaving already are you?” Jeff said, stepping to the side for a moment. “Can you wait just a minute? I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“Sure,” I said, curious. “I guess I’ll get another drink.”

“Ok, atta-boy,” he said. “I’ll find you in a minute.”

True to his word, a few minutes later Jeff made his way over to where I was standing.

“Hey Mike, I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to talk with you much this evening, but it’s been kinda busy. I don’t know what your plans are for later, but we’re thinking about changing up some of our advertising and I wanted to know if you think you’re firm would be interested in giving it a shot?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

“Great, I’m getting ready to get out of here. How would you like to come by my place and we could talk? I don’t live too far from here and it would be on your way back up the coast.”

“Yeah, that would be great,” I said.

“Good. Here’s my address in case we get separated leaving here. Give me just a few more minutes to wrap things up. If you like, maybe we can sit out by the pool and discuss it over cigars and Scotch.”

“You got it. That sounds great,” I said. “Take your time.”

Now my mind was really spinning. Was he serious about possibly moving some of their ad business to our firm, or was he just blowing smoke up my ass in order to get me alone at his place? While it would be awesome to walk into Old Man Peterson’s office on Monday morning with a big fat new account, I was concerned about what I might be expected to do to earn it!

I followed Jeff to his house, which was on the bluffs overlooking the Bay. It must casino firmaları have easily been a $5 million home. Once inside, he told me to make myself comfortable. “There’s beer in the fridge over there under the bar and several brands of Scotch and whatever else you might want to drink. Take your pick. Also, there’s a bathroom down the hall to your left. I’ll be right back — I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable.”

From what I could see, the house was impeccably decorated. I took my jacket off, laid it across the arm of the couch and poured myself a glass of Johnny Walker. Jeff came back wearing a pair of swimming trunks, sandals and a Tommy Bahama shirt.

“So what do you think of my place?”

“It’s beautiful,” I said. “The mortgage business must be treating you pretty well!”

“I can’t complain. It pays the bills. But, actually, I inherited this house from my parents. My dad was an admiral. If you can believe it, they bought this place over 40 years ago for just under a hundred thousand. Now some of these homes now go for $10 mil and up, which is well above my pay grade. When I first got it, I had it redecorated and added the pool. You want to sit outside?”

“Sure,” I said. I was starting to feel a little bit more at ease that this was actually a legitimate business meeting.

We started our conversation seated in front of the fire pit, sipping Scotch. He wanted to know all about our firm and what my role in it was. He also had a lot of questions about me personally. Where was I from, did I have family, was I seeing anyone? He had an exceptionally calm demeanor about him.

After a while, he got up and turned on the Jacuzzi. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting kind of cold,” he said. “Feel free to join me. If you’re shy, there’s are some extra trunks over there in that chest. And just like that he stripped naked and eased himself down into the water.

One thing was certain. Leona had been right. I couldn’t help but notice that Jeff was very well endowed. I glanced over at the plastic pool chest for a moment, and thought better of it. I did go inside to get undressed though. I didn’t want to leave my pants and shirt wadded up on the tile next to the pool. As I made my way back out toward the Jacuzzi, it occurred to me how small my cock must have looked compared to his. I quickly sat my glass down and climbed in.

I took another drink, leaned my head back and closed my eyes, still unclear and a little uneasy sitting there in a Jacuzzi naked with another man — and an almost complete stranger at that. That’s when he began THE conversation…

“Hey Mike… have you ever had sex with another man?” Before I could answer, he added, “I’m not judging, just asking.”

“Uh, no. I haven’t,” I said in a slightly questioning tone. (Actually, I hadn’t unless you counted the time my friend and I got really drunk in high school and jerked each other off to see what it would feel like to have someone else jack you. I wasn’t going to bring that up though.)

“Are you seriously telling me that you’ve never wondered or fantasized about it?” he asked.

“No, I guess I can’t say as I…

“B.S.,” he said laughing. “B-u-l-l-s-h-i-t.”

My defenses immediately went up. “Look, Jeff, I’m not gay — I’m not even bi if that’s what you’re getting at. But I’m guessing you are?”

“I don’t like using labels,” he said. “I just like having amazing sex.”

“So you do go with men and women. That’s cool. I think a lot of people do. It’s just not my preference. Guys aren’t my thing.”

“How do you know if you’ve never tried it?”

“Probably because I’ve never had the desire.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing, but you really don’t know do you? Let me ask you this… you like getting blowjobs don’t you?”

“Yes, but not from men.”

“Honestly, what difference does it make if it’s a woman or a man pleasuring you? Ok, have you ever had anal sex — I mean with a woman?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it? C’mon, be honest.”

“Yes, of course I enjoyed it.”

“I bet you came harder in her ass than you ever did in her pussy, or probably any other pussy for that matter.”

Well, Jeff did have me there. I’d only had anal sex twice in my life, but both times were completely mind-blowing. “Ok, that’s true, but…”

“Now think about it. Why was it better?”

“I don’t know. It was just hot. And she had a great looking ass!”

“I’m sure that’s all true, but think about it. One of the reasons it was so hot was because anal is simply that anal is more physically pleasurable… Tighter hole, more direct stimulation, etc. Secondly, it’s more psychologically stimulating — for both partners. The submissive receiver or bottom (whether woman or man) gets off knowing that she/he is offering up a part of her/his body for the extreme pleasure of her/his lover. For the giver, or the top, it’s exciting because he knows that he is physically dominating and pleasuring his bottom.”

“I güvenilir casino guess that makes sense,” I said.

“Now, leaving gender out of the equation for a second and remove all of the labels, it’s just sex. It’s just two people giving each other pleasure.”

“I suppose you have a point,” I said. “But even so, I’m still not sure I could do it with a guy.”

“But you are curious. I can tell.”

“What makes you say that,” I laughed.

“First of all, I saw the way you were staring at my cock earlier.”

“So what? You’re hung like a horse. Who wouldn’t notice it?”

“Who wouldn’t notice it? Or who wouldn’t want it? Stand up,” he commanded. “Stand up and show me your dick. Don’t worry, I already know how big it is, I just want to see if it’s hard or not. If it’s not, I’ll shut the hell up right now and we will both pretend this conversation never happened? But if it is, no questions asked, you suck my dick and nobody is ever going to be the wiser. Deal?”

I was at a total loss at that point. He had me. It was game over. Checkmate. For reasons I didn’t understand at the time, my cock was hard. As I looked back on it, I must have been subconsciously fantasizing about his cock. Maybe not sucking it myself, but surly what it would be like to watch one of his lovers milk the cum from that monster.

Slowly I stood up to reveal my raging hard-on.

And just to prove his point further, he leaned over and without hesitation, took my cock in his hot mouth and easily swallowed me to the base. After just a couple of seconds, he stopped and raised up in front of me.

“See? It’s only sex. Why don’t we get dried off and go inside where it’s warm and we can be more comfortable,” he said.

Without saying another word, Jeff climbed out of the Jacuzzi. I followed right behind him with his massive cock, balls and firm ass just inches from my face. I could have just gotten dressed and went home at that point, but I didn’t. Instead, I just stared dazed-like at his manhood while we dried ourselves, knowing that in just a few minutes, it would be my turn to go down on him.

I was virtually shaking with anticipation and excitement as we refreshed our drinks and made our way back toward his bedroom. This was literally virgin territory for me. I watched with eagerness as Jeff sat his drink on the nightstand. Then, laying sideways his bed, he adjusted his cock and balls for my easy access.

I took a big drink of whisky and sat my glass beside his. My cock was still at full staff as I positioned my body alongside his, placing my head at the same level of his crotch. “Go ahead,” he said.

I leaned in and, and for the first time, took the head of another man’s cock into my mouth, just as so many of my girlfriends had done with me in the past.

Although I could detect the scent of chlorine, his cock really had no discernable taste. That would come later, beginning with the sweet flavor of his pre-cum and ultimately the salty/sweet and slightly bitter taste of his full load.

His large head felt velvety and spongy against my tongue. I was fully committed at that point and I tried my best to get as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could. Several times I went a little too far, which caused me to gag, but as blowjobs go, I must have been doing something right because Jeff was moaning and moving his hips in rhythm with my bobs.

I was shocked by how much I was enjoying myself. I would pull him out of my mouth and lick and nibble him along his shaft. I especially enjoyed running my tongue along his slit to lap-up his pre-cum, which was flowing steadily. Every few minutes, Jeff would tell me to suck his balls, which I did gladly.

I was at that point where I couldn’t wait to be rewarded with which what I was sure would be a massive load of cum. After all, I knew what I was capable of producing when aroused enough, and since his balls were nearly twice the size of mine, I readied myself for what would surely be a deluge. I would have to swallow as fast as I could if I stood a chance of eating his entire load.

As Jeff inched closer to orgasm, he sat up. I slid off the bed, positioned my head between his legs and began sucking him with every bit of suction I could muster.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he said. “Suck that cock! Suck harder! You know you want that cum. I want you to swallow every drop. Once you’ve drank my seed, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours. You want to feel my big dick up your ass, don’t you cocksucker!”

I was so turned on, I was nodding to everything he said.

“Tell me you want my dick in your ass! Tell me how much you want my cum,” he said again. I looked up and paused. “Yes, I want your cock in my ass,” I said.

I had barely finished speaking and had eagerly gone back to work on his cock when the first blast of his semen spewed into my mouth. That’s when he grabbed my head with both hands, and for a brief second, forced his cock all of the way into my mouth and down my throat. Even though I was choking and gasping for air, I still found myself trying to swallow as much of his seed as I could. Looking back on it now, it was in that exact moment that I had been transformed from a normal, average guy, to a cum-loving cocksucker.

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