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I was broke! Broke and bi curious. I’m a good looking, in good shape 27 year old that was plain and simply, down on his luck. With too much time on my hands, due to lack of work, I was spending more and more time surfing online personals… from women looking for men, to men looking for men, and even a few trannies looking for men!

Regardless of which section I was in, I always seemed to find a good posting that lead to some solid ‘alone time’. Masturbation was my job. Sometimes up to three times a day, I’d read a posting, get turned on, and blow my load into my hand or on my stomach while sitting at my computer.

A bit about myself, well, my names Tommy, I’m in pretty good shape. Have blonde hair, blue eyes, and do fairly well with the ladies!

One afternoon I noticed a posting for a job in the men for men section. Someone was looking to hire a cashier for their flower shop. I found it peculiar that they were posting in this section, but was in dire need of the cash, so I applied! Not long after I received a reply to my email telling me to come in for an interview.

The interview was fairly straightforward at first. I was meeting with the owner of the shop, a tall, thick, athletically built man named Alex. He was a good looking guy, clearly worked out, in his mid 40s, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a full head of blonde hair. It was also clear that he was a fan of tanning salons, as he was nicely tanned.

We talked about my job experience, my situation, why I wanted the job, you know, all the usual stuff. Then as the interview was winding down, he asked about my sexual orientation. I got slightly uncomfortable with the question, but informed him that I was straight, to which he responded with a question about what I was doing in the men for men section online.

I had forgotten about this little detail, and kind of went blank looking for a logical answer, but I had none.

“A little curious are we straight boy?” He asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess…” I sort of stuttered.

“Have you ever experimented with a man before?”

“Um, no Sir, just fantasies I guess…”

Before I realized what I had said, he shot at me “Fantasies eh? What sort of fantasies”

I was stuck. I wanted to run out of the room, but my legs seemed to be working against me. I needed this job, and didn’t want to tell my potential new boss to ‘mind his own business’ so I did my best to answer him.

“Well, um… I kinda, sorta have been wondering what it would be like… you know… to touch another guys… um… well… his…”

“Cock?” He interjected.

I giggled nervously before saying “yeah, his um, his cock.”

“Ah, so you’ve been thinking about servicing a man with a big cock? About what it would taste like, what it would feel like in your hands?”

My body was starting to respond to our conversation, and my dick was swelling.

“Well, yeah, I guess. You know, having someone tell you what to do and stuff.”

“Oh, so you like being controlled too? Being subservient to a stronger man?”

“Um, well, I’ve never done it… it’s just fantasies…”

I was shaking. My voice was quivering, my palms were sweaty, and my dick was raging hard! He seemed to be as comfortable as anything. Sitting back in his chair, legs sort of spread, his strong arms lightly crossed. He was definitely enjoying the discomfort that he was applying to this young ‘straight’ kid.

“Well, you can start tomorrow. Wear a white t-shirt and some jeans. Oh, and try wear some tighter undies so that your little hard on isn’t so obvious!”

I nearly died! My boss noticed that he was giving me a hard on! My GAY boss! But somehow, I never even considered not showing up the next morning. I just got up, adjusted my penis, and left after saying thanks.

The next morning I arrived at work, dressed as indicated, and was trained by one of my new coworkers Jay. He was nice enough. Kinda tall and lanky like me, but he was much more effeminate. He taught me how to work the cash, how to use the credit card machine, inventory, etc. All the things I’d need to know to get my job done.

The store was located on the edge of the gay village in our city, so as expected, the clientele was 90% gay men. They came in all shapes and sizes. Some more obvious then the others, but one thing they all had in common was that they flirted hard with our staff. From little comments, to pats on the bum, to full on ass grabs! I was thankful that my job kept me safely behind the counter.

There were four other guys who worked at the store, and all of us were of the same body type. Tall and slim, and fairly ‘boy next door’ looking. Alex would help us out when we were busy, and would also be there to close the cash at the end of the day while we cleaned up. He’d constantly take jabs at us. Calling us his ‘little bitches’. Saying things like “Look at my pretty little boys keeping my place good and clean, while Daddy takes care of the real work”, and he progressed quickly to “The bigger your cock the bigger the responsibility Ankara bayan escort you have!”. “Hey boys? Who’s your Daddy?”

“You are Sir” we’d answer in unison.

I took most of these interactions as ‘gay jokes’… thinking that they might be common in that community, and not wanting to lose my job, or piss Alex off, I just went along with it.

“And who’s got the biggest thickest cock in the room?” He’d proudly ask.

“You do Sir!”

He’d tease and taunt us in an unthreatening sort of joking manner constantly. Telling us that we weren’t men yet, cause our little dicks were too small, and he’d point out how cute we looked each day. Reminding us, subtly, that he was physically the bigger man.

Two weeks into my job, Alex came to see me near the end of the day, and told me to meet him in his office after closing. I know I had been working my ass off, so this definitely wasn’t a discipline thing, so I was kinda curious as to why he wanted to meet with me.

Nine o’clock rolled around, and just after we locked up, the other guys left for the evening and I made my way to the back of the store to meet with Alex. I knocked on his door, and he shouted for me to come in.

“Have a seat” he said, pointing to a foot stool that he had next to his desk.

“Sorry about the chair. So, how’s it been going so far?”

“Good I guess. I’m learning pretty quickly, and I seem to get along with everyone.”

“I’ve heard good things” he said, much to my relief. Losing this job wasn’t an option for me! I needed rent money badly!

“Listen” he started, “On slower days we don’t have anyone working the cash alone. The guys working on the floor selling also ring up their own bills. I’d like to give you more shifts, but we’d need to get you comfortable selling. Is this something you’d like?”

I was thrilled! More shifts meant more money! I responded almost instantly “Sure! I’d love that!”

“Ok then, I just wanted to make sure you’d be comfortable servicing our clientele”

I had momentarily forgotten about all the touching and flirting that goes on, but the thought of more hours and more money overshadowed my concerns. After all, I’m not gay, so how would a little flirting hurt?

“I’m fine with it Sir. When can I start?”

“Easy there tiger, not so fast! You may not have noticed this, but our sales guys all wear a uniform of sorts”

“Really?” I said. “I haven’t seen one… other than the white shirt and jeans, but I wear that already?”

“Well, with all the standing and crouching we like to offer our customers a strong incentive for frequenting our store, so we have our guys wearing thongs with the store logo on the back. So when they crouch down or bend over to grab flowers, the customer gets a little visual treat… that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Um, no, I guess not… I’ve never worn a thong before… um… yeah, I guess I can do that.”

I was getting a bit nervous, but the thought kinda turned me on too.

“Great, try this on!”

With that, he reached into his drawer, pulled out a little white thong, and tossed it to me. He then sat and sort of stared at me intently. He wanted me to change in front of him! Oh my! I’ve never been naked around another man before… “Um, should I change in the washroom?” I suggested.

“No no, here’s fine… you can go behind that decorative divider if you like”

He motioned toward one of those Asian looking decorative fold up-able walls. So I moved behind it, and removed my pants and boxers, before pulling on the thong. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty horny pulling it on, and my dick was definitely reacting!

“Seems to fit ok!” I shouted.

“Great! Let me see.” He said, clearly not allowing for ‘no thanks’ to be an answer.

He could tell I was hesitating I guess, so he continued “I just gotta be sure it fits right in the back, so that the logo isn’t stretched or crumpled.”

With this, I slowly slide out from behind the divider, and made my way to him. I was nervous for two reasons, the first was obvious… I’m almost naked in front of a gay man. My boss. The second was cause it was turning me on… and I didn’t have anywhere to hide!

“Looks great! Spin around for me… nice and slow… just gotta make sure it works from every angle. Oh, looks like someone is enjoying this more that he wants to!” He said, noticing my semi hard on. “I thought you were straight? Why’s your little dick getting stiff? Haha”

I felt like an object. A toy. Here for this mans pleasure… and also for my own. He started tugging on different parts of the thong, seeing if the waist was too tight, and tugging it upwards to make sure it was on all the way. I wanted to move away. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn’t. I just kept spinning slowly for him.

“Hands over your head please.” He said.

I obeyed without hesitation. I was now completely vulnerable to this man. Suddenly, as I spun, his hand cupped my crotch, and sort of started to adjust my dick.

“Hmm, Escort bayan Ankara there’s a bit of extra space in this area, hehe, but the rest fits nice.” He said, again taunting me about my size.

“You should see what it looks like when it’s filled out properly by a real man!”

With that, he stood, pushed me down onto the stool, opened his pants, and pushed them down just enough so that I could clearly see his big thick cock bulging behind a thin layer of zebra stripped silk. My eyes were glued to his crotch, as he reached down and gave himself a little jiggle to emphasize the enormity of his cock.

“Like what you see straight boy?” He said, noticing that my much smaller penis was now fully erect at only 5inches.

“I think my limp cock is bigger than your little erection boy! Funny how my little ‘straight boy’ employee is getting hard just from seeing my big Daddy cock. I thought you liked girls? Ha ha!” He taunted.

“How straight would you be if I actually pulled it out boy? Bet your mouth would be watering! And your little prick would be throbbing even more!”

I felt helpless… like I wasn’t worthy of being there. And strangely, I wanted to be. Somehow, I wanted him to enjoy me, to be turned on by me, and this sign that I was letting him down actually hurt me!

But even with me fully exposed like this, his big meat didn’t seem to grow. I wasn’t turning him on. Why not? I’m good looking. I’m doing what he wants… why isn’t he getting hard? Wait… am I really thinking this? Am I really concerned about turning a man on? My boss for that matter! My mind was racing.

When I snapped back into reality, he had pulled his pants back up, and had sat back down, and continued with my ‘fitting’.

“Stand up boy! I want you doing 50 sit ups a night to get those abs into shape!”

“Also, you’ve got some hair on your lower back that we’ll have to get rid off. Two doors down there’s a guy that does waxing… you’ll make an appointment before your next shift. Wait! Let me see if he’s still there.”

He picked up his phone, and made the call. Fortunately, the store was still open. Well, not open, but the guy was still there, and he agreed to do the job immediately.

“Ever been waxed?” Alex asked.

“um, no, but I hear it hurts… a lot!”

“Oh, only the first few times… here, this’ll help!”

With that he pulled a bottle of scotch from his drawer, and we started taking shots. He said he would come with me for support, as I was clearly nervous. After about 5 shots each, we headed out. My legs were a bit tipsy, but we didn’t have far to go.

When we got to the store, Alex and the clerk hugged, and it was immediately clear that they were fairly well acquainted. The clerk was all business. He led us into a room in the back, and instructed me to remove my shirt and pants and to lay face down on the table. I had forgotten that I was still wearing my new ‘uniform’ up until that very moment. ‘Oh well’ I thought, this guy seems pretty professional.

As I climbed up onto the table, the two men chatted and seemed to ignore me. Alex had brought the bottle with him, and the three of us continued to drink.

The table itself looked like a massage table, but had some interesting alterations. About half way down, where ones legs would start, the table split into two moveable pieces, I guess for legs that were spread for bikini waxing purposes. The table also had straps on these leg sections. I was to find out later that he used them to secure the legs to avoid people jerking during the waxing, and kicking him accidentally. Or so he told me.

As he moved into position beside me, he said “Mmm, uniform looks great!”

Clearly I wasn’t the first employee to make this trip.

He started with my lower back, and the pain was intense! The guys just laughed at me at first, but when I started squirming around, the clerk asked Alex to try to hold me down. Alex moved to the head of the table, and grabbed my arms, pulling me towards him. With my legs strapped down, and my arms held tight, I was now completely still. Every wax strip was more painful than the last!

When he finished my lower back, which seemed like hours, but was really only about ten minutes, we had another drink. I stayed on the table, still strapped down, and strangely never questioned why. As we chatted, the clerk asked if I wanted to get rid of the other ‘unsightly’ hair on my back side. This made me extremely self conscious, especially considering that I was wearing only a tiny little thong in front of these two fully clothed gay men who were ogling my body.

Before I could answer, Alex said “Why not! I mean we’re here right, may as well get the whole job done!”

With that he grabbed my wrists, and pulled me back down onto the table. The clerk started stepping on peddles, and hitting levers, and before I knew it, the leg supports had dropped down, and my bound legs went with them. So I was now bent over the table, with Alex firmly holding my wrists in place, and my head Bayan escort Ankara sort of hanging off the table. Maybe due to the alcohol, or perhaps for other reasons… but I didn’t object.

As the clerk began waxing my butt cheeks, the pain intensified, and with a bright red face, it was suggested that I have something to bite down on to avoid biting my tongue off. Without hesitation, Alex undid his belt buckle, and without removing it from his pants, he folded the tail of the belt, and offered it to my mouth. He even undid the top three buttons on his pants to give me some more leeway. With tears in my eyes, I opened my mouth and bit down on the leather. My face was now only inches from my boss’ monstrous cock! I could smell the power and sweat of his manhood. I could almost taste it!

With my hands help firmly in place, and my face only inches from my boss’ crotch, the clerk started pull my cheeks apart, and began spreading wax on my crack. Alex felt me squirm, and told me that it was all part of the uniform, and not to worry. Strangely, once again, I trusted him, and let it happen. I could feel the thong being yanked from side to side to make room for the waxing, with strip after strip of my hair being torn away from my body. And before long, the clerk gave my ass a solid slap, and said “All done back here, anything else?”

When I heard his voice, I sort of snapped back awake, and realized that my face was now firmly pressed into Alex’s crotch. To a point where I could feel the thickness of his shaft on my cheek, through his underwear. I guess I had nuzzled my way past his jeans, and pressed my face into his stripe covered crotch. And more, he was no longer holding my arms down, but instead I now had my arms wrapped around his powerful legs, and was pulling myself towards him.

I released the belt from my mouth, but didn’t let him go. Instead I just sort of breathed heavily and held him tightly. With one hand he caressed the back of my head, and with the other he was manipulating my thong to help the clerk out. The clerk was now slowly applying a lotion to the areas he had waxed. Starting with the lower back, then working his way to my ass crack. He had waxed everything short of my ball sack, and made sure not to miss a spot with the lotion.

As his finger grazed my virgin hole for the first time, I let out a moan. This was the first bit of pleasure that I’d felt in what seemed like forever, and it just sort of slipped out of my mouth.

“You like that boy?” Alex asked.

I was in a sort of daze, and was defenseless against his questioning, so I answered truthfully.

“Yes Sir”

After hearing this, the clerk slowly made his way back to my hole and started circling it with his finger. Tracing a line from my lower back down, around my hole, to my ball sack where he slowly ever so gently cupped my balls and gave them a light squeeze. The thong I was wearing had been pulled aside, and my penis was hanging free. As he held my balls in his palm, he used his thumb to rub my hole. I was squirming and moaning, and lost in the pleasure of his massage.

Alex started to slowly grind his crotch onto my face, rubbing himself all over my cheek and then my mouth and nose. He tightened the grip on my head, and started saying “That’s a good bitch boy, you like that don’t you? Having Daddy’s big cock on your face while your hole is played with… tell me how much you like that!”

“Yes Sir, I… mmm.. yeah… I like that… mmm… oh! … oh yeah…”

“How does Daddy’s cock feel boy?”

“Huge Sir!”

“Do you like Daddy’s cock on your face? Hm? Tell me how much you like having Daddy’s cock on your face”

“I love it Sir! I love having Daddy’s big thick cock on my face!”

“Really? You love it do you? Why don’t you give Daddy’s cock a nice little kiss?”

As I turned my head to face his cock, I puckered my lips, and without hesitation, I started to gently kiss his silk covered monster. As I did this, the clerks massage intensified, and he slide his thumb gently into my tight hole. Just a bit, then he pulled it out and circled before sending it back in for a quick ‘in and out’. My body was theirs. I was slowly grinding my hips on the clerk’s finger while I delivered kiss after kiss to my boss’ cock.

“That’s it” Alex said.

“Show Daddy how much you love his cock. Show him how much you want his cock in that sweet young mouth of yours. Mmm”

With that encouragement, the kiss became more intense, and my tongue started tracing lines all over his thick shaft and balls. He was getting hard… He was getting hard! I was doing it! I was turning him on! I was making my master happy!

Wait! My Master? Had I really just thought that? Was this man really my Master? I dropped the thought right then and there, and just focused on getting his cock big and hard!

With the clerk now freely fucking my ass with his thumb, I was now licking my boss’ thighs, balls, and cock hungrily! I was trying my best to slip my tongue underneath his thong. My body was sliding around begging for more thumb, but not wanting to get too far away from my Masters giant cock!

“Why don’t we pull Daddy’s cock out to get a better taste? Would you like that Tommy? Do you want to taste Daddy’s big thick cock? Tell me Tommy”

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“Dear Lord, do I feel my age this morning,” thought Regina. She got out of bed and hobbled out to the kitchen. She hadn’t really wanted to move into this retirement home, but she couldn’t keep up the old farmhouse anymore. Her son William had taken over the farm pretty much right after her Frank had passed eight years previous. But Regina had tried to stay on in the house since then. But even that became too much, because it was such a big house to care for. Just as well William had moved in with his young wife Jennifer. Regina was grateful now to be in an apartment where the kitchen was 17 steps from her bed, and on the same floor.

She had been playing euchre down in the common room with Ethel and Herman, her friends downstairs, and the new tenant, Paul. Paul was once divorced and once widowed and he was two years her younger, at 66. After Ethel and Herman had gone to bed, Paul and she had stayed and talked. He seemed a simple man, undistracted by things he had no control over. That’s not to say he wasn’t intelligent. He was obviously well read. But he seemed to be totally enthralled by whatever Regina had to say about anything, and he accepted her words as gospel without wanting to argue as many older people did.

After they left the common room they went to Regina’s apartment and talked some more. When he made his leave, he confidently but unhurriedly moved to kiss her. She allowed him, and when he did she felt something awaken that she thought long dead. She got aroused. She was so confused by the feeling she just mumbled something about needing her beauty sleep. He bade her good night, and with a last look, he was gone.

So, she had awakened this morning feeling a little fatigued by the unaccustomed hours last night. And, to be honest, she felt an emptiness that she hadn’t needed attending to since before Frank got sick, eleven years before. She’d always been a lusty, but proper woman, and Frank had kept her fulfilled, most of the time. She put her needs aside when he got the cancer, figuring there was no sense dwelling on it since she would likely never feel those desires again. But now Paul seemed to be interested in her. He was a true gentleman, but he was also a man, sure of what he wanted.

Regina touched herself, beneath her robe. Lord Almighty, she was a little bit wet. “Well aren’t I the hussy.” she thought smelling her fingers. She reached for the phone.

“Good morning Paul. How are you feeling this morning?”

“I’m well, Regina. How are you.”

“I’m good. These old bones take a few minutes to get going in the morning, but I’m going now. Have you had breakfast yet? Would you like to join me in a bowl of Muesli?”

“I’d be delighted. 5 minutes?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Paul pocketed a Viagra, on the off chance that Regina would be receptive to his advances. As he’d shared with Regina last night, he’d lost his wife to cancer 2 years ago. He’d always had a healthy sexual appetite, but it had been stunted since his wife took sick. He started dating a few months ago, but nothing had come of it. All the women he’d been interested in had turned out to be mostly alike. Interested only in gossiping about each other, and discussing their own ailments. He wasn’t even after the sex so much, as someone he could be comfortable with.

10 minutes later he was at Regina’s door. She answered quickly as if she’d been waiting, which of course she had. She had the table set with cereal, milk, coffee, tea, and jams with bread. She also had cottage cheese in a serving dish.

“Gracious Regina, you Ankara escort certainly know how to make a man feel welcome.”

“Thank you, Paul. I felt comfortable with you last night, so I wanted to make you feel welcome.” She rested her hand on his arm and led him to the table.

They sat and ate, Paul trying a little bit of everything. He was sated when he finished. Regina didn’t eat much, she really didn’t anymore anyways. When they were done and cleaned up Paul asked if she had any plans for the day.

“Well, that depends on you.”

“How so?”

“Well, if you had plans, I was just going to do my usual. Watch a bit of TV. Visit a few people. Maybe take a slow bicycle ride. And if you didn’t have plans, I wondered if you’d like to spend the day with me.”

“Sure, I’d love to spend the day with you. What would you like to do?”

“Well, if I may be so bold. I’d like to be intimate with you. It’s been many years, and last night I was thinking naughty thoughts about you.”

“As you know it’s been a while for me too. I’d be delighted. Please let me go home and shower. I’ll be right back.”

“You could shower here. We could get to know each other. Unless you would like some privacy. Or something.”

“OK, I’ll go get my shave cream and I’ll be right back.”

“Let yourself in when you get back, and lock the door behind you.”

Regina went into the bathroom and gave it a quick once over. She was normally a very neat person, but she just wanted to be sure. She had just turned the shower on when Paul walked into the bathroom. She closed the door behind him, “Just to keep cool breezes out.” and they stood there looking at each other. She put her hands on his chest gave him a tentative kiss. Leaning her head on his chest she murmured, “Please allow for my age when you see this wrinkled bag of bones.” Then she stepped back and started removing her clothes, Paul following her lead. She stared at his face as they disrobed, to see his reaction, because he was staring at her body as it was revealed. She got down to her bra and, admittedly, granny panties.

“Stop.” he said, holding out his hand.

“Wha, what’s wrong.” suddenly worried she had made a fool of herself.

“I just want to enjoy the scene. If you decide never to do this with me again, I want to imprint this picture on my brain so I can remember it for a long time. Or until my Alzheimer’s kicks in.”

Regina stepped towards him and gave him a kiss, cupping his face in her hands. He was down to his underwear as well, so they finished off together. Her bra, his underwear, her panties. His hair was all grey, covering his torso and pubic area. What had once been a solid body was now covered with a layer of fat and saggy wrinkles, but there was a hint of what he once was. His wide shoulders and thick chest, torso and legs still had the impression of strength.

Regina was glad that she didn’t have the tendency to get fat as many of her friends had when they got older. But unfortunately that meant getting skinnier, so her butt had flattened and her boobs were just saggy sacks now. Surprisingly she still had a few black strands of pubic hair, in a somewhat wild thatch, but she had been in the habit of keeping her other body hair under control. She was pleased to see Paul’s small penis start to get stiff. She thought to herself, “It’s probably a good thing he’s not too big, I doubt I couldn’t handle it now.” She hadn’t seen more than a few in her life, but she knew her husband’s had been slightly above average.

She turned to get in Ankara escort bayan the shower, and Paul followed her in. There were safety bars around the sides, and a seat spanning the sides at the tap end. Paul grabbed her soap, “Is this what you like?”

“Yes, I love the smell.” She was facing him, getting her hair and back wet.

“Turn around.” She did. He stood her a little sideways and started washing her back, softly touching where no one had touched her except her doctor, for so many years. Softly running the clothe over her skin, she started to lean back into him. He started washing a little harder, and Regina started moaning softly in pleasure. He moved his hand with the soap clothe down and massaged her bum. It was saggy, and a little wrinkly, but it was definitely female and excited him immensely. He massaged her cheeks and she spread her feet apart giving him more access. He soaped his fingers and ran them down her crack giving some attention to her rosebud. She clenched at first, having so intimate a spot touched by a virtual stranger, but he persisted and she moaned. He wiped his fingers with soap, up and down her cheeks to clean them, then delved between her legs again. He reached just far enough to touch her vagina and stroked her softly, just probing her hole. Regina could barely stand now, and his other arm was holding her up.

Paul stopped and just hugged Regina for a minute, kissing her softly. After a minute she took the soap. She started the same, washing his back and butt. She also returned the favour of washing between his cheeks. He was really uncomfortable, because no one had ever touched him there, although his wives had liked to be touched. But he gradually loosened up after a few minutes and even enjoyed the sensation. After teasing him a bit, she turned him around. She was pleased to see, and a little ashamed to judge, that his penis had grown to an average size. “Mmm, that’s nice.” she said.

“Yeah, it’s a little misleading,” Paul chuckled. “it’s almost an innie when it’s not erect, but it dresses up well.”

“God, I hope I get wet enough to take this. I haven’t been aroused in years.”

“I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of picking up some lubricant from the pharmacy. In the hopes that we would end up in this situation. It was difficult for my wife in her later years to lubricate, so I thought it would be prudent to be prepared.”

“And so it is.” She stroked his penis a bit and felt the hardness there. “Let’s go in the bedroom.”

They lay on the bed kissing and exploring each other. Paul had lost his hardness, but every time Regina paid particular attention to it, it regained most of it’s size. She was utterly fascinated with it, never having seen one behave like that before. Eventually Paul grew impatient with the exploring and began to love Regina in earnest. He laved her breasts with his tongue, complimenting her whenever he could. He truly loved her nipples and they proved to be quite sensitive. He was able to push her nipples together and lavish them both with attention from his teeth, tongue, and lips. He moved down her belly, soft and wrinkled, and showing the marks of childbearing. She was moaning and whimpering, waiting for him to move on. Paul acquiesced and slithered his tongue down into her pubic hair, gently tugging and twisting. Regina was thrusting her hips up, trying to get him to touch were she wanted. Finally he dove right in, spreading her lips with his fingers and sticking his tongue as far into her hole as he could. He licked up and down. She was Escort Ankara a little moist and he could taste her delicious juice. She didn’t have near what she needed for intercourse, but she did taste good. She was humping her hips at him and grunting softly. He licked her good and slopped saliva all over her, then slipped a finger inside, searching for her G-spot. He could feel it’s raised surface, so he started stroking it. He moved his hips around so she could get at his cock, then he locked his lips on her clit. With his tongue tickling her clit and his lips creating suction, and his fingers agitating her G-spot, her arousal peaked. She had an orgasm quickly, but Paul didn’t stop. He kept going and she started building ever higher. When she peaked she lost control of herself and shook, moaned, screamed even, and muttered unintelligible gibberish. She also uttered expletives he wouldn’t have suspected she knew. Fluids gushed from her vagina and she thought she actually urinated. She clamping her legs shut and shook her head, but Paul kept on as long as she seemed to ride the crest. When she started to taper off, he stopped, reversed himself on the bed and just held her. She continued to spasm for several minutes as she came back to normal.

When she calmed down she looked at him and said, “Good Christ, what did you do to me?”

“Just some thing I learned. How do you feel?”

“Like I need your cock inside me. Please make love to me now, Paul.”

Paul got the lubricant and rubbed it in. She had lubricated, but he couldn’t be sure she would stay that way. And he wanted to make sure this was really enjoyable for her. He moved on top of her and slowly put his cock in her entrance. Once the head was in, he stopped for a minute so she could get used to it. Then he slowly slid in the rest of the way. She was so tight, he wasn’t sure he could get it all in at once. She seemed to like it. Her head was back, eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream. Paul wasn’t even that hard yet, but after a couple strokes he started to get harder.

Regina looked up at him with lidded eyes. “Oh my God, Paul. That feels so wonderful. It’s been such a long time. Please, don’t go too fast. Let me enjoy it.”

Paul grunted. He had been afraid of not being able to perform, now it looked like he would have trouble lasting long enough. He slowed down his thrusting.

“Regina, I agree. That feels so damn good. I’d almost forgotten what good sex was like. You are so beautiful, lying there.” He lowered his head to kiss her. When he raised his head again, she grasped her sagging breasts and brought them together near her chin. Paul lowered his head and started pleasuring her there, too.

His mouth on her sensitive nipples, along with his slow deep thrusts was inexorably taking her to the edge again. She started thrusting back at him, loving the feeling of fullness. Her orgasm hit her and she released her breasts to clench his ass. Her hips where rolling, grinding her pussy on his cock, her clit on his pubic bone, so she held him as deep as she could. Their cries mingled together as she felt his seed released inside her. One thing she loved about being older, her barren womb didn’t need any artificial protection so she was free to enjoy the feel of his ejaculation.

As they rested afterwards, in each other’s arms, they vowed that they would repeat this as often as they could. And so they did, two or three times a month. They got along so well they spent all their waking time together. Neither wanted to upset the applecart by suggesting marriage, but their love was growing. In fact when the opportunity arose Paul took the unit beside hers and they essentially lived together, and they had spare beds whenever any family wanted to visit.

You’re never too old to find happiness.

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All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old

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Dust billowed behind Royce Engel’s new 1937 Plymouth De Luxe sedan as the young attorney for Greene, Lester and Quill drove his 18-year old ward, Clementine McFee, away from the Double-T R Ranch outside Golden, Colorado. Ten minutes later he pulled the car onto State Highway 58 and pointed its nose toward Denver.

Clementine slid to her left on the bench seat and, with a quarter twist of her torso, cuddled against Royce. Her bare left arm draped around his shoulders and her small right hand naturally fell to rest on the inside of his right leg, just above the knee. Royce glanced down, then smiled at the girl and returned his eyes to the road. At 30 m.p.h. he did not want to have an accident.

“Royce,” Clementine reflected, “Is there somethin’ wrong with me?”

Engel frowned and tilted his head slightly. “Heavens, no!” He promptly replied, “What on earth makes you even think so?”

“Well, I was just thinkin’ about that old man back there…”

“…You mean, Mr. Rogers?” Checked Royce.

“Yes, him,” Clementine continued, “He spent a good deal of time starin’ at me, almost like he was takin’ my dress off.” Her voice lowered as she went on, “and I think I kind of LIKED it, because I got to feelin’ tingly and queasy, all at the same time, like when Poppa, or you, rub on me, you know?”

“Did Rogers touch you?” Royce asked. “When I was in the house on the telephone?”

“No, he just looked at me,” Clementine answered, “But, I saw his thing gettin’ big in his jeans.” Her fingernails dug into Engel’s denim-clad thigh as she spoke. “And I caught myself wonderin’ what it looked like and how it would… you know… FEEL.”

“So,” Royce inquired, “Did you touch HIM, then?”

“NO, No, no,” Clementine protested. “I only wondered… but he’s so old lookin’… I bet he’s eighty years old if he’s a day… and I got to thinkin’ somethin’ must be WRONG with me to want to…” She hung her head and did not finish her sentence.

Royce risked driving with one hand and lifted his right arm from the steering wheel. Dropping it over Clementine’s head he drew her body into his with his crooked elbow and gently stroked her long flaxen hair. “Oh, kiddo,” he consoled. “There’s nothing wrong with you at all. You’re young. You been awakened to your womanly needs. Your Poppa has shown you a thing or two since your birthday last month, and you and I had fun, in your room and the hot spring…”

“When we fucked,” Clementine interrupted, using the language her parents had taught her, “and this mornin’, TOO, don’t forget!”

“Yes, and this morning,” Royce agreed, “I haven’t forgotten. But, what I MEAN is that you have not had a lot of experience and it is just natural for you to think of… well, …fucking. Given all its newness to you, that is.” He squeezed her body and felt her heartbeat through his ribs as her full left breast compressed against his side. “We’re going to work on when, where and how, kiddo, but in the meantime, don’t fret about these thoughts.”

Clementine kissed Royce’s cheek. “I like when you call me ‘kiddo,'” She said quietly. “Momma and Poppa call me ‘Clemmy’ or ‘honey’ or ‘Darlin’. You’ve been usin’ my whole name… but ‘kiddo’ is real nice.”

“Clementine is a beautiful name for a beautiful young woman,” Engel said, withdrawing his arm and returning to cautious driving as he saw a car approaching. “I don’t know why I said ‘kiddo’ just now, but I’m glad you didn’t mind… maybe I’ll find other little names for you, too.” He added cryptically. Clementine purred as she rested her face on Engel’s flannel shirt and idly scratched higher on the inside of his thigh. Then, turning around, she slid to the passenger window and silently watched the modern world whizz by.

*

Forty minutes later Engel drove the Plymouth into a downtown Denver garage near the GLQ offices. “Good Evenin’, Mr. Engel,” said a tall black man in khaki overalls and a leather newsboy hat.

“Hello, Jamison.” Royce greeted the parking attendant through the sedan’s rolled down window. “She’s a little dirty,” he said, pointing his head to the car’s patina of dust and grit, “Give her a thorough going over on the wash rack, would you please?”

“Yessuh, Mr. Engel,” Jamison replied, “Spick ‘n’ span. You fixin’ to take her again this evenin’?”

Royce briefly regarded Clementine beside him and thought, “Absolutely!” before he answered Jamison aloud. “No, but I can’t speak for anyone else at GLQ… Try to get to it right away, will you?”

“Yessuh, Mr. Engel,” Jamison said, “Jes’ leave it there an’ I’ll get right on it.” He eyed Clementine carefully, but discreetly, as Engel exited the sedan and she slid along the seat and got out behind him. Quite a bit of creamy white thigh flashed under her seersucker dress’ hem.

“By the way, you got any jimmies?” Royce asked the garage man casually, but in a low voice.

“Oh, yessuh, Mr. Engel, you Ankara escort know I do,” Jamison replied. He grinned broadly, showing an expanse of white teeth and a gaping hole where he was missing an incisor. “In fact, I jes’ loaded up yesterday… You know how Mr. Greene, he like to celebrate the holidays!” He gave a belly laugh and asked, “How many you want?”

“A dozen will do,” Engel answered, fishing a five-dollar bill from his wallet. “Trojans? You had Sheiks last time…”

“Yessuh, Mr. Engel,” Jamison nodded, “Pharmacy was low an’ I had to get them Sheiks. Got plenty of Trojans now, though.” He stepped into the nearby office, opened a cabinet and returned with four red tin boxes. “Here, you go, Mr. Engel,” he said handing the condoms over. He maintained a poker face as he sized up Clementine in full, imagining how fine her titties and pussy must be. “Happy 4th of July!”

“Thanks, Jamison. You too,” Royce returned. He guided Clementine by her waist to the Plymouth’s rear, opened the trunk and retrieved her burlap-and-leather valise along with his own packed leather courier bag.

The black man’s hand strayed to his groin and rested on his hardening dick, holding it down against its will, while he watched Clementine’s ass float enticingly under her dress as she and Engel strolled from the garage out to the street. “Unh, uhn, uhn,” Jamison muttered under his breath, “Don’ know if a dozen would do me if I was left on my own with THAT piece of chicken.” Shaking his head at his insight, he slid behind the Plymouth’s steering wheel and drove to the wash rack.

Royce and Clementine walked a half-block to Tremont, arriving just in time to catch a streetcar. This dropped them, a few minutes later, at the great triangular red granite ediface of The Brown Palace, built specifically to eclipse, in all ways, the fancy Oxford Hotel which had snubbed Mr. Brown by not allowing him to register because of his rough apparel.

Clementine, still agog at the sights, sounds and smells of the big city, had not recovered from the excitement of the electric trolley ride when she and Engel stepped into the vast, elaborately furnished atrium lobby of Mr. Brown’s palatial inn. Abundant wealth announced itself at every turn of her head. She felt faint and fanned her hand before her face. Royce reached his arm around her and snugged her close as the doorman signaled a bellhop to carry their two small, light pieces of luggage. “Steady, Clementine,” he whispered in her left ear, “It’s really just another cavern.” He was glad to see her smile wanly at his jest.

At the desk, the night auditor beamed pleasantly as he said, “Welcome back, Mr. Engel. Your suite is prepared. Will you want dinner sent up directly?”

Royce pulled his watch from his jeans, snapped open its cover and replied, “Give us an hour to get our trail dust off, Harris. Send the dinner at 8 and the dessert at 8:30, please.”

“Very good, sir,” Harris agreed with a nod, jotting down the times so as not to forget. Greene, Lester and Quill maintained a permanent suite for out-of-town clients, private meetings and diverse entertainment. The law firm was very influential and worthy of the exacting customer service its partners expected.

On the seventh floor, while the bellboy attended to opening the suite and depositing the bags, Clementine leaned out over the railing and looked, first two stories up to the stained glass atrium ceiling and then straight down to the lobby they had just left. She felt woozy. When the boy was gone, with his silver dollar tip, Royce espied the girl bent over the iron. He stepped behind her, pressing his quads to her hams, and cinched her waist in his strong hands. “I’ve got you,” he said huskily. “What do you think of the place?”

Clementine straightened and turned in Royce’s arms, her butt backed to the rail. “Oh,” she began, “it’s… I can’t say!… Fantastic doesn’t describe… OH!” She leaned into Engel and seized his back as tightly as she could, laminating herself to his front. “I think I have to lay down!” She gasped into his flannel shirt.

Royce, with spontaneous gallantry, bent his knees and scooped Clementine into his arms. Crossing into the suite, he smiled as he analogized the gift of Dodger and Morris to a dowry and now, here he was, carrying his prize ‘bride’ over the threshold for the honeymoon. He kissed Clementine sweetly and placed her on a silk embroidered mahogany lounge. “Sit and catch your breath, my pet,” he said softly, “While I draw a bath.”

Royce reappeared after a few minutes, naked but for a fluffy white towel wrapped toga-style around his lean waist. When he beckoned Clementine off the chaise she rose and went with him back into the large marble and tile bathroom, already beginning to steam up from the hot water running in the outsized claw-foot porcelain tub. “What is THAT?” She exclaimed pointing to billowing white suds threatening to foam over the rim.

Engel shut off the taps and chuckled. Ankara escort bayan “Bubble bath salts, from Paris, France,” he answered, stepping back from the tub and standing behind the teen. “You’re going to love them.” He ran his hands up the outside of Clementine’s legs, catching the hem of her sundress in the webbing between his thumbs and fingers, inverting the seersucker as he continued along her waist, past her bust and then lifted the garment over her head while she raised her arms. Lowering his hands he cupped her perfect upright breasts and kissed her neck. “Bloomers next, kiddo,” he directed and gently palped her tits, encouraging her nipples to spring from their puffed platforms, while she untied the drawstring and pushed her knickers over her thighs.

“Nnuuhhhnn,” Clementine moaned through her partly open lips. “You make me WIGGLE so, when you hold and rub me.”

“Well step into the bath and lay back,” Royce buzzed, “We’ll see how much you can wiggle.” He released her boobs and held her by her elbow and shoulder as she climbed into the airy white blanket and sank slowly until only her pale yellow hair, round sweet face, pink-brown nipples and creamy knees peeked through the perfumed peaks covering the water’s surface.

“Ooooohh, this IS nice, Royce,” Clementine cooed. “And it smells so sweet and pretty. I feel like I am in a high meadow just layin’ in the warm sun and lookin’ up at fluffy clouds!”

Engel sat on a small stool at the end of the tub, above Clementine’s head. His fat hard cock had pushed its way through the flapping vent of his toga towel and bumped its engorged velvet nose against the cool porcelain. He leaned forward and slipped his hands through the bubbles. His fingers and palms slid over Clementine’s slick globes until, once again, he was holding her the way she liked and teasing her the way he liked.

Clementine’s moans became sighs and then gasping pants as Royce sucked an exposed earlobe while he tugged and twisted her proud nubbins. She braced her feet on the tub wall, beside the taps and spout, and pushed. Her bottom slid, squeaking, along the tub as she rose to a seated position. Clementine grabbed Royce’s hands and crushed her bosom against his strong palms. She licked her lips and rolled her head, tickling his nose with her hair as her ear pulled away from his mouth.

Royce leaned further over her face and kissed her upside down. She groaned through his lips and began stirring her hips underwater. Twisting her neck she broke the kiss and exclaimed, “OH! I’m TOO wiggly! I need you… INSIDE… Oh PLEASE, Royce!… FUCK me!”

Engel was feeling his own pressure and was happy to hear her ecstatic plea. “Just a second, pet,” he whispered, “There’s something I want you to see.” He stood from the stool, flag waving, and grabbed an un-banded jimmy that was laying ready on a washcloth on the black marble bath counter. He stepped into the tub, steadying himself on its rim, and straddled Clementine’s shins. She looked up and grinned at his rigid sleek cock. His central vein was distended and his heavy nuts swung in their hairy hammock.

“What do you have in your hands?” Clementine asked, reaching from the suds, beseeching a closer look at the condom. “Is that a button?”

Royce held the circular rolled-up rubber by its collar and showed it to Clementine. He smiled and said, “This is a ‘Jimmy’ and when I put it on…” He shoved his cock’s head into the center of the ring and rolled it down his shaft until his long stiff dick was almost entirely covered by the translucent, flesh-colored, rubber sheath. “It gives us ANOTHER way to fuck… ANYtime… even on your Baby Board’s danger days, and not have a worry about getting you in a family way.” He double-checked, while he talked, that the Trojan was secure and then knelt in the water, seeking Clementine’s hips with his hands.

“Oh, REALLY?” Clementine was uncertain yet, at the same time, excited at the prospect. She raised her hands to the tub’s edge and held herself in place while she spread her knees, lifting her calves out of the water, over the tub rim, and opening her aching waiting cunt below the surface, out of sight but far from out of mind. “SHOW me! OH, Pleeeese, SHOW me NOW!” She cried, anxiously agitated.

Royce had no trouble targeting and quickly buried his wrapped bone in Clementine’s quivering quim. He ducked his left forearm behind her neck for a pillow and pressed his hard flat chest against her soft full tits. His right elbow conformed to Clementine’s waist and he slid his palm under her bottom as it bounced up to meet his dick. “Hyunh!” he grunted with each forward thrust.

Clementine’s hands abandoned the tub and clawed into Engel’s back, forcing him onto her, into her, through her. “YUUUUNNN!” She cried, then bit Royce’s shoulder before finding his mouth and mashing her lips to his, stifling further screams as her first orgasm sent out its shock waves.

Royce, pent up and frustrated from a long Escort Ankara day’s exposure to Clementine’s seemingly endless, unconciously natural, sultry teasing, worked hard to sustain his energy and delay his delivery. When he Clementine twerked her ass and dug her nails anew into his lats, he was sure she had climaxed a second time. He rammed her hard and cried around her dancing tongue as his exploding nuts spent themselves. His confused seed pooled at the end of the condom, uselessly trapped between the rubber barrier and the spurting slit in his charged helmet.

Clementine spluttered as her crisis passed and she slid along the tub’s slope, splashing sudsy water up her nose. Royce pulled out and pulled up, hauling the young girl above the slosh. He wiped the bubbles away and planted a warm soft kiss on her lush lips, tasting the slightly acrid lavender froth without minding.

“Oh, ROYCE!” Clementine exclaimed, hugging his neck and rocking forward and back, rubbing her still aroused tits across his chest. “Did it WORK?” She asked, as her breath returned to normal.

Engel reared back and said, “That’s always a good question, kiddo. Let’s take a look.” He stood, suds cascading down his muscled thighs, and pointed to his cock, still hard and still encased in the French envelope, but with a great puddle of semen bouncing in the stretched end.

Clementine touched the bag of spunk and laughed. “You look all deformed!” She blurted out and laughed again. Closing her hand around Royce’s penis she explored the unusual texture and squeezed her way from rim to root. The dick jumped and the cum hopped. “Oh MY!” She exclaimed. “I don’t think you’re done!”

Royce pulled Clementine to her feet. “Pull it off,” he growled, low in his throat. “You can put on a new one and we’ll fuck again.”

They vacated the tub and Royce pointed to the scattered tins on the black marble counter. “Pop one open, take off the paper and the band, and show me you were paying attention to my demonstration,” he directed, turning Clementine around. She followed his instructions perfectly, giggling as she felt his cock swell and throb in her hands beneath the sheath as she unrolled it.

“There!” Clementine declared, tilting her chin and kissing Royce lightly. “The jimmy’s on your thing!”

“It certainly is,” Royce agreed, quickly spinning Clementine around again and bending her over the counter. With his left hand firmly on her neck, he held her face sideways against a folded fresh towel while he nudged her thighs apart with his knees. Scooting up close to her tidy round buttocks, he drove his sword in its scabbard into her slick slit and ran his right hand along her tummy and between the marble and her mashed mounds.

“UUUHHNNN!” Clementine yelped, in surprise rather than pain, at the sudden insertion. Fixed in place, she concentrated on flexing her kegel muscles and hugging the trespasser as a welcome friend. She closed her eyes and listened to Royce’s urgent grunts and groans as he pumped her. Her body responded much the same as when she faced him and soon she was grinding her pelvis and dancing her legs as her familiar tension wound up.

Royce’s right hand, pancaked between Clementine’s hot left tit and the suite’s cold marble counter, depressed her stiff indented nipple into her flattened areola as he lunged and retreated, resolved to take her over the edge once more before he lost control. His left hand felt her increasing strenuous efforts to shake free and he heard her squeak and yip as his cock pounded into her pussy and his balls slapped her thighs. When he could no longer hold back he yelled “AAARRRGGH!” and crunched his cock deep into her well. He felt himself pop and pulse.

Clementine jammed her chin onto the towel and sucked the heavy terrycloth when Royce slammed her with his final lunge. Her agony broke and she came a third time around Engel’s solid stalk, chewing the cloth and squeezing her deliciously tortured twat, holding her tormenter in for as long as possible.

Royce draped over the shivering, wet and exhausted young girl until he was sure her orgasm had passed, then he carefully withdrew his quickly softening penis from her flayed gash. He was greatly relieved to see the Trojan was still in place and none of his jism had broken through or leaked. He peeled the prophylactic away and dangled it in the air. “There’s another half-ounce that won’t cause any trouble, Clementine,” He announced with a chuckle.

Clementine stood, turned around and looked at the drooping rubber. “That’s good, I guess…” she said, vaguely disappointed that she could not see any grey greasy gobs oozing from her plump tender cunt such as she had seen that morning in the tack room of The Cavern Mine lean-to. She took the used condom from Engel’s hand and flipped it into the nearby wastebasket where it fell on top of its equally filled brother. “But I have to admit I like how you feel right now, better,” she said. She stroked Royce’s thick shrunken prick and withered nuts with her small left hand, softly rubbed his cheek with her right and brushed her ruby lips over his mouth in a fast kiss.

Just then there was a loud knock and a muffled voice called, “Room Service!”

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The taxi, delved deeper into the city, away from areas, she would normally go. Kat looked out of the window, as Katrina flushed at the thought of her plans. Finally the taxi pulled up, she paid, giving the driver a tip and a flash of her legs as she got out. The street was brightly lit, with plenty of clubs and bars, people moving between bars, passed her on the street, some obviously looking which gave her a thrill. She took a breath, she could so easily just slip into one of the bars, and forget everything, or maybe just call the taxi back, go back to her hotel, and just leave this as a fantasy. She almost shook herself, no she had come this far she needed to see it through. Taking the first step, was the hardest, she could see the sign and the stairs leading downwards of her destination. She took the first step, then another, then another, until she stood at the top of the stairs leading down. The neon sign shone next to her as she gripped the rail, she felt almost blinded by the light, which shone down the stairs.

The Moulon Rouge, wasn’t your standard club, she knew, not from experience, but from hours, spent pouring over internet pages and reviews. She flushed guiltily, as she stood there, the sign of two Burlesque dancers, kissing, sort of gave the game away wat sort of place this was. She quickly looked around, before, taking the first step downwards. Navigating the steps in heels, was a bit of a drama, she worried for a few moments, about slipping and breaking her leg, and wondering how, she could possibly explain, that to her husband.

Reaching the bottom she stared at the dark wooden door. A smaller door, was cut into the wood at face height, with a black metal grill over it. For some reason the door, seemed to be inviting her to enter a long forgotten world! She took another breath and timidly pressed the brass buzzer once, she didn’t hear anything, and stood waiting. She thought maybe it wasn’t working and considered knocking, but the door looked so solid, she could almost imagine, that wouldn’t be heard either. Catching her by surprise, the little door opened and a pair of beautiful blue eyes, stared at her. It felt like the eyes were interrogating her, she almost turned around and fled, before they seemed to twinkle, with amusement.

She heard a click and the door swung slowly outwards, forcing her to step back. She had been right the door, was thick and solid. Stood in the doorway, was a woman, beautiful, and smiling. Kat took a moment to just stare, before the woman smiled and invited her in. Taking another breath, she stepped over the threshold, brushing against the hostess as she did. She blushed, as the door slowly closed and locked with a loud click.

The hostess, looked just as Kat had imagined, if not better, Blue eyes, so very beautiful, Ankara bayan escort a tiny little black top hat perched jauntily on her dark hair, her face so pale, she must have some irish heritage, highlighted by the most lovely red lips, Kat could remember seeing. The woman, smiled and introduced herself, as Carla, and confirmed she was the hostess. Kat stood dumbly, just staring, not realising that Carla, was holding out her hand. Carla, smiled again and said “and you are?”

Kat jerked back to reality, at the direct question and stammered “Katrina Head” suddenly she realised she had given her real name and stammered “no I mean Kat Stevens”

Carla looked at her a moment, and said “So, which is it Katrina or Kat?” Carla, watched the woman, she had seen this before, so many times, she knew just how to deal with the situation. The woman in front of her looked like she was just about to bolt for the door. She reached out and put her hand on the woman’s arm, sliding it down gently and non-threateningly until she reached her hand. She took it, noting the little ring, with its D ring, turned palm inwards and then placed her other hand around the woman’s. She smiled and leaned a little closer “Your safe here honey, you can be anyone you want to be” she smiled again, making eye contact “I just need to know what name the booking is in?”

Kat, felt like she hadn’t breathed for minutes, her eyes darted to the door, but Carla’s hands, felt so sure and safe, she felt herself slowly relax. She finally nodded, “ehm, thank you, It’s in the name of Kat Stevens”. Carla nodded, and turned, releasing one hand, to lean over the counter and turn a page around so she could read it. She kept her other hand, in Kat’s reassuringly squeezing it gently.

Whilst Carla, was looking, Kat had the chance to view her outfit, she looked stunning, wearing a black tailed coat, just like a pianist would wear, a black dickie bow tie a white shirt with a collar, under the dickie bow, but obviously it was more corset than shirt and left a lot of her chest exposed, the corset/shirt disappearing into tight black shorts, which seemed almost sprayed on and outlined every curve. Black fishnet stockings and black knee length boots, made up her outfit.

Carla, glanced back over her shoulder, and turned her bottom a little for Kats benefit. Before saying “ahh, here it is, a booking for one, Platinum” she turned back, and smiled, “Well, I am guessing you have never been here before?” Kat shook her head, her mouth quite dry as Carla, fixed her gaze on her. Carla smiled, and said “There is nothing to be afraid of, you will be safe here”. She winked “You have my word on it” Kat felt relief flooding through her, just looking into Carla’s eyes made her believe she was safe. Carla smiled again and pulled a file Escort bayan Ankara towards her, “Well as a Platinum guest, you can choose a personal hostess if you like?”

Kat, paused, she had booked a platinum experience, the most costly, which did include a hostess. She had thought long and hard about it, and to be honest, she had worried, that her evening would be ruined, if no one found her attractive. From the explanation on the web site, it appeared a hostess, would be willing to accommodate her desires. Carla, opened the folder and turned a few pages, “Well, tonight, we have Marcy, available” Kat could see there were several photos and some blurb. Carla looked up, “Don’t be afraid, honey, come closer” she reached her arm out and carefully, pulled Kat towards her. Kat didn’t resist and allowed herself to be pulled close to Carla and so her hips touched the counter. Carla smiled behind her, quietly smelling Kat’s hair and perfume. She moved herself closer, her body pressing gently against Kat’s bottom. Kat felt the subtle pressure and the warmth from Carla, and for a moment, felt like wriggling just a little. She managed to stop herself. Carla, reached around Kat, pushing herself a little closer “Where were we, oh Marcy, brunette, 36-24-34, lovely figure” she ran her finger, down the typewritten notes, “hmm, shaved” she paused, “Do you prefer shaved, trimmed or maybe natural?”

Kat was thankful, Carla, couldn’t see the blush that flooded her face but Carla, could see the deep red blush, tracing Kats neck and throat. Kat stammered “Ehm, I guess, shaved, or trimmed” she paused “Is that ok?”

Carla smiled “Yes, honey, its fine.” She continued reading down, “Marcy is very enthusiastic, is that what you would like?” Kat froze, her carefully thought out plan, evaporating, is that what she wanted, she wondered!

Carla, turned the page and then again “Ahh, Sonya, lovely girl, brunette, little smaller than Marcy, a 34b, but she is pierced?” Kat shivered at the mention of piercings, and Carla, felt it through her body. “Ahh I see you like piercings” Kat blushed again. She couldn’t explain it, but nipple piercings, just turned her on. She had none herself, although she would like some. She wasn’t sure how her husband would react. She wasn’t even sure, how he would react about her shaving herself. But that was a bridge she would cross when she got home. Carla, gently pushed herself tighter against, Kat, and whispered, “I think I might know someone perfect for you!” Kat turned her head slightly “Really, I have never done this before.”

Carla smiled “Never been with a woman?” Kat blushed and nodded, and Carla gave her a wink “Well, if you trust my judgement, I have the perfect woman for you?”

Kat took a breath, she could feel herself reacting, to Carla’s Bayan escort Ankara presence and warmth “I guess, if you can find the right person, that would be ok.”

Carla nodded “Leave it with me, but you may have to wait a little while is that ok?” Kat nodded, what was a little wait, when she had been waiting years.

Carla, led Kat through to the club, and she saw, it was exactly how it had been pictured, it was dimly lit on purpose, and had a very Parisian atmosphere, there were individual tables and booths around the dance floor and a stage. She smiled, it was perfect, just how she had imagined it. Each table had a little lamp, and they were all glowing a soft amber. Carla, guided Kat to her table, she showed her the switch, wish could turn to the lamp, red, amber or green and explained the purpose. Kat nodded, and Carla, leant forward, exposing more cleavage, her hand, gently stroked Kat’s shoulder, “Rule number one, no means no, here!” Kat nodded and Carla said “If anyone doesn’t accept that, then you just signal one of the waitresses or myself and we will deal with it ok?” Kat nodded and Carla squeezed her shoulder, “OK, well upstairs, there are some private play rooms, and your waitress, will get everything you need from the bar”. She motioned a girl over, a cute blonde, in a black bow tie, black basque and tight black shorts. She had lovely legs, encased in fishnets attached to her basque and flat black soft ballet type shoes. Carla said “This is Hannah, and she’ll take good care of you!”

Hannah smiled and nodded “Anything you want, just call, ok?” Kat nodded as Hannah went off to get her a complimentary champagne.

Kat wasn’t the first in the place and several singles and couples were already there, although she knew they were all women, she had to look twice at a couple of people. Her champagne arrived, and Hannah placed it carefully before her, she smiled bowing at the waist, as Kat’s eyes were automatically directed to her cleavage. “Is there anything else?” Kat shook her head, and blushed and Hannah leant closer “Can I give you some advice?” Kat nodded and Hannah, said, “Turn your light to red, until you feel comfortable” She paused “Just relax, and let things happen, ok?” Kat nodded as Hannah, touched the red button on the lamp controller and the lamp changed to a subtle red colour. “There, take it easy, and relax.” She moved away, but not far, and Kat couldn’t help but peek occasionally at her lovely legs and cute tight bottom.

Kat, sat quietly watching as more guests arrived, a woman came out and announced she was the MC for the night, and sang a few songs and told some jokes. As she sang another song the waitresses, began bringing out starters. Hannah arrived at Kat’s table and placed two starters down. She smiled and winked “you never know” and moved off.

Kat looked up as she felt a presence and felt a flush when Carla asked “May I?” indicating the seat next to her and the starter. Kat nodded and Carla, sat and smiled “Will I do?” Kat blushed and nodded again as Carla laid her hand on hers.

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Ever since I was a teenager, I had wondered about the world of gay saunas. I realised during my teens that I was bisexual – I couldn’t imagine a relationship with a man, but I knew I wanted to have sex with one at some point.

Most of my early sexual encounters were with women, but during my time at University I had met a couple of guys online and hooked up. It was almost always a disappointment; the first man I was with was twice the age he’d told me, his cock was half the size, and he came in my mouth unannounced in less than a minute. Many meetings were similarly underwhelming, but I persevered with the odd meet because it felt there was an unexplored part of my sexuality waiting to be tapped into.

After a few years I began to work out what I was – and wasn’t – looking for. I was a bottom, longing to feel a hard throbbing cock inside me, and a cum lover to boot. Finding guys to cum all over me or let me swallow their load has never been an issue, but getting fucked is more complicated. People lie about the size of their cock, how long they’ll last – it’s easy to have a bad experience. The idea of seeing the goods beforehand at a sauna appealed.

Visiting a sauna was not straightforward, however. It needed to be discrete. I could live with my bisexual nature becoming public knowledge, but friends, family and colleagues knowing I’d been to a sauna to have casual sex would be a step too far.

Over the years I had been within metres of the front door, unable to bring myself to step inside. On one occasion I did try to go in, but the venue was locked up, presumably having closed early.

So recently, having gone almost a year without enjoying that unique feeling of a hard dick entering my ass, I took the opportunity of work sending me halfway across the country for two days to visit a sauna in Birmingham.

I had little idea Ankara escort what to expect, so I deliberately arrived shortly after the opening time to get my bearings while it was quiet.

The receptionist was pleasantly friendly and understanding, and explained where to go, handing me a locker key and towel. My locker was number one so, assuming I was first in, I headed for the changing room and undressed. I’m tall with dark hair, average to slim build; good looking enough to get some attention, without ever really standing out in a crowd.

With my towel wrapped around my waste I went and had a quick look around the facilities. The jacuzzi seemed as good a place as any to start – unlike the darkness of the sauna and steam room you had time to eye up anyone entering.

Within moments a large, hairy Asian man joined me in the water. Despite being overweight, he was quite good looking, although it was clear as he entered the pool that he was not well endowed. He sat next to me and immediately started feeling me under the bubbles, his hands rubbing my thighs. I lifted my bum slightly and he stroked, but did not try to penetrate with his fingers. As he leaned in he smelt intoxicating, so I kissed him with plenty of tongue. Sliding my hand up his leg, I soon realised he was fully erect.

“Let’s go somewhere private,” he whispered, leading me to a small room with a single bed. He locked the door and stood before me with his towel on the floor. I got on my knees and began licking his balls with my tongue. Slowly I circled his shaft before taking his whole cock in my mouth. He told me it was too early in his visit to cum, but I wanted his load and didn’t stop sucking. Besides, while his mouth was saying no, his cock was definitely saying yes. Sensing he was near, I slowed down to make his orgasm as intense as possible and sure enough his hot Ankara escort bayan cum was soon flooding my mouth. I swallowed as much as possible but his load was so full on that some escaped and dribbled down my chin.

When we went back out to the main area, the place was much busier. In the steam room I sat among three other men. It was too dark to make out ages, races or looks, but the action swiftly escalated none the less. Before long, I was alternating between sucking two hard cocks while the other man stood behind me and fingered my ass. I was willing him to fuck me, but didn’t manage to utter the words and he seemed content to use his hands. While sucking the larger of the dicks sat before me, the other man wanked himself off onto my face, blasting me with his cum. His friend was clearly turned on by this, as within seconds he exploded in my mouth. This time I was able to savour every drop.

Needing a break, I returned to the jacuzzi. Three other men were there, but it was only the attractive young black guy opposite I was interested in. We exchanged eye contact for what felt like an age, without either of us making the first move. After a while, he got up to leave and I caught a glimpse of his thick eight inch cock standing proud. He didn’t venture far, so I walked past slowly. I entered one of the bedrooms, figuring he could take it or leave it as he pleased.

To my delight he joined me and locked the door, and we were soon entwined in the 69 position. With his cock rock hard from fucking my face, I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He duly obliged, putting on a condom as I lubed my ass. I had never taken such a large dick, so I asked him to be gentle as I got on all fours. Ignoring my request he swiftly began pounding my ass. Any pain was completely overcome by the intense pleasure coursing through my body. It was the most Escort Ankara intense fucking I had ever received, leaving me clawing at the mattress and gasping for breath. As I moaned he told me he was cumming, pulling me back by my shoulders to get his dick in as deep as possible. I felt the judders as he exploded inside me. As he withdrew, he went to put his condom in the bin.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “I don’t want that going to waste.”

He passed me the rubber and looked bemused, before smiling as I poured the contents down my throat, tonguing the insides of the condom to get every last remnant of his juice.

After parting company, I wandered aimlessly before an older guy approached.

“Did you fuck him?” He asked.

“No, but he certainly fucked me,” I replied.

“Did you cum?”

“No, but it was close. I need to find someone worthy of my load.”

He told me his friend wanted me to fuck him, and pointed out a slim young Asian man. He was good looking, with a smooth ass.

“Maybe,” I replied.

“What if we make it a threeway,” he said.

There was an offer I couldn’t refuse. The older white guy began licking my ass as the young Asian lubed himself up. Despite being a bottom, my eight inch cock gets a lot of attention and I’m not adverse to using it as long as I’ve had my fill first.

I rubbered up and gently spread his ass with my tip. He whimpered as my head penetrated, so I began slowly, with his friend continuing to rim me. As the pace gathered, I could feel my balls aching to cum. I told his friend I was close and that I was going to pull out to cum on his face. Fumbling the condom off just in time, I felt wave after wave of euphoria crush through me as I unleashed what felt like gallons of sperm across his face and chest. The Asian turned round and within seconds added his own semen, with a load not far short of my own in terms of quantity. Unable to resist, I licked the last few drops off his shaft before leaving them to clean up and heading for the showers. It won’t take me such a long time to return.

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I never expected to be writing something like this, but I guess sometimes life takes a person into unusual places. A short time ago I had an experience that was very strange, but enjoyable as well—and it seems as though it would be of interest to the community here.

I had occasion to be visiting another state where my ex-fiancé and her family still live. Carol and I had been together for a number of years and I got to know her family well. There were several avid golfers in the family, and we used to play together a lot.

To make a long story short, I had let Carol know that I was in town—there were some business items that we had to take care of and it seemed like a good idea to get those done while I was in town. She was her usual bitchy self.

As we parted she looked at me and smirked, “I’ll let Dave and Rick know you’re in town. They may want to see you for a round of golf.” I let her know that would be fine with me.

She just laughed and said, “I’m sure you’ll get a lot more out of it than you did before.”

I had no idea what she meant, but didn’t worry about it. Dave was an older man and Carol’s stepfather, but he had always been great to me. Rick was married to Carol’s step-sister, and was also a great guy.

Later that morning, Rick left a message on my phone. They weren’t playing golf, but they were going to get together to watch the final round of the Masters tournament. They invited me to stop by for a “guys only” day before I headed home. I decided to swing by for a brief visit on my way out of town.

When I arrived at Rick’s large house, I was surprised to see Philip (Carol’s adult son) and a friend of his were there too. I immediately wondered if I had made a mistake. Philip and I had been quite close, and he had taken my breakup with Carol pretty hard.

Rick and Dave put me at ease right away, and made me feel very welcome. I was very happy to find that they were still cool, even though Carol and I had had a messy break-up. Even Philip was very friendly, giving me a big hug before introducing me to his friend, Tyler. They had met playing hockey together and how were college roommates.

We went upstairs into Rick’s “man cave”—big-screen TV and the works, and watched the computer feed of the early part of the tournament while we waited for TV coverage to start. “Watching,” of course was about 10% watching golf and 90% chit-chat as we got caught up with everyone’s lives. We also started drinking gin and tonics, which got everyone pretty relaxed too. We started teasing each other in the good-natured way that we always had, and I soon felt very much back at home.

After about half an hour, Dave redirected the conversation by saying, “Well, Mike, it hasn’t been the same around here since you and Carol broke up. Everyone’s house is a lot quieter now.” Everyone laughed and told me that family weekends had been entertaining since Carol and I had sex pretty frequently and she was very loud. Dave and his wife Janice had a very nice house on the beach, and the family would gather there regularly on holidays. Apparently Dave and Rick had heard Carol and me going at it at one point or another—and Philip told about how he got to hear us at home on a regular basis. I joined in the fun for a bit, and the conversation drifted on to other sexual things—mostly frustration with the wives’ lack of interest in sex.

Dave’s wife, Janice, was Carol’s mother and she still went for sex on occasion, but not nearly as often as Dave would have liked. Kathy, the wife of Rick, was not much interested in sex at all anymore and mostly approached it as though she were servicing her husband. Both Kathy and Carol had been violently opposed to pornography—Carol always got pissed off when she found out that I masturbated to porn, even when we were separated for long periods, and she and Kathy would share their disgust about it.

Apparently, though, Janice had talked with Kathy and got her to understand that if she wasn’t that interested in sex, it was a good release for Rick to service himself and enjoy his girlies. Janice and Dave had come up with that arrangement and it worked for them. I chimed in that since I was now single, my porn collection had grown significantly. Philip and Tyler listened intently as we older guys shared our secrets about masturbation and pornography.

During a lull in this conversation, Dave casually said, “Maybe we could see a bit more about what we’re talking about. Are you guys ready for a little variety in our viewing?” Without waiting for much response, he fiddled with his computer and a soft-porn strip video began playing alongside the golf. I laughed and asked what was up.

Rick explained that they had begun getting together years ago to watch sports “and other stuff” while the women hung out by the pool. Carol had let Philip come along at first “to get it out of his system” and he just continued to come, eventually bringing his friend Tyler along too. They all laughed and Ankara bayan escort said that it had become a good “male bonding” ritual to watch sports and porn. Rick’s house was large enough that it was no problem to find places to “finish up,” as they called it. One of the back bedrooms overlooked the pool, so occasionally they would jerk off while snooping on the girls in their bikinis.

The video continued and the girl on the screen now was masturbating. After she brought herself to a moaning orgasm and squirted across the bed, Rick asked what we’d like to see next. I was getting a little turned on and a lot uncomfortable, and started to say goodbye—I had about a six-hour drive ahead of me. The guys were a disappointed that I wanted to leave, though, and they earnestly asked me to stay. I finally relented. Having just reconnected with some formerly very good friends, I didn’t want them to feel like I was running out on them. And the sexual atmosphere that was going on intrigued me.

Rick chose a nice lesbian scene as the next round and we watched the golfers play “Amen corner” while two cute blondes played with each other. As the girls moved into oral sex, Philip turned to Tyler and said, “This is a really good jack off video,” and they both laughed. He was right—the girls were really cute and were sensually kissing and feeling each other’s bodies. I was getting hard, even with the other guys around.

Rick got up to refresh everyone’s drinks, and as he brought them around he made absolutely no effort to conceal the enormous erection in his shorts. Philip said, “Gee, Uncle Rick, you’re really hard.”

Dave responded, “We all are, son, it just that Rick is better blessed than most of us.” Everyone laughed. By the end of this video, the other guys were rubbing their dicks through their pants. I was startled to see that Philip and Tyler were sitting together on the sofa, making no effort to keep their legs from touching. From time to time they would reach over and rub each other’s cocks through their pants. I looked at Rick and saw that his huge member was poking out from the leg of his shorts. He just looked at me and winked.

Dave said, “Mike, you’re the guest here, so I think you should pick what we watch next. What do you like?” I explained that I was probably not a great choice since I mostly enjoy watching girls smoke. They were mystified by this and asked me to show them. I went over to Rick’s computer and found “Fusswhip” on YouTube and put on my favorite video. That didn’t do much for them, but of course I really enjoyed it and the guys watched fascinated as I got turned on. They asked me what she was doing that I found sexy, and wanted to know more about my smoking fetish. While Rick put on another strip video, we talked more about what aroused us and that increased the level of general horniness.

Rick then said, “Well, Dave’s pick should be last for this round, so I think it’s up to you, Philip.” Philip chose a cumshot compilation that featured some incredible blowjobs.

After a couple of minutes Rick just said, “Fuck, it’s time for me to get started.” He just slipped off his shorts and began stroking his cock with long, slow strokes, milking out the precum to get himself lubricated. Within a minute or two the other guys all undressed and started beating off slowly.

I hung back, but Dave came over to me and said softly, “Do you need some help?” I was beyond caring about who was around, and the sight of the guys stroking their rampant erections was a real turn-on. I was surprised at how excited I was getting, since I’ve never been interested in sex with another guy. Finally, though, the sight of Dave standing in front of my slowly stroking himself got to me and I undressed and joined in.

Rick stood up and came close to me so he could watch. He looked intently at me and said, “Oh fuck yeah. I used to listen to you fucking the shit out of that little bitch Carol and wish I could see your cock. It’s nicer than I imagined.”

Philip and Tyler walked over and Philip chimed in, “Ever since the time Rachel and I saw mom blow you I’ve wanted to see your dick again.” Tyler played with Philip’s ass and whispered into his ear and they both giggled. “Yeah,” said Philip, “I wished I was the one blowing him instead of mom.”

Then Rick said, “Carol told us that your tastes had changed and that you’d probably fit in to our little club here.” I asked what he meant by that and he explained, “She said that you broke up with her because you liked fucking guys.”

I realized then that the bitch had set me up. “No,” I explained, “I have a new girlfriend and we’re going to get married. I think Carol just wanted to make sure that I was the bad guy.”

Dave smirked, “No one really believes a word of what that little whore says anyway. But we thought it might be fun to include you on our guy time anyway. We still fuck the ladies whenever they’re in the mood. This just lets us take care of our needs Escort bayan Ankara beyond that.”

I laughed and said, “Well, if you can’t beat ’em—er, beat off with ’em, I guess.” And everyone laughed. By now, Rick had put on a video of a threesome with two guys and a girl. The guys plowed into the girl from every angle, with some nice cock-to-cock contact as well. The girl made each guy assist with the cumshot for his buddy. As we watched that, Philip and Tyler began feeling each others’ balls as they jacked off.

I felt myself become rigidly erect. As I began to stroke myself, I glanced around and saw that the other guys were starting to get more into it, too. Rick was working his hand slowly up and down his massive tool, using a twisting motion as he reached his head. Philip and Tyler were jerking themselves with quick, nervous strokes—stopping and starting to tease themselves. They were facing each other and were touching each other with their free hands—roaming over each others’ bodies and focusing on their partner’s testicles as they jacked off.

Rick went with a nice blowjob compilation for the next show. This one, though, mixed some guy-to-guy action in with the heterosexual offerings. A cute blonde girl sucked an older guy’s cock, making him groan loudly before unleashing his sperm. The next scene was a young guy blowing the same older man. This time the older man stared intently at his partner as the young man sucked him expertly. Soon the older cock was twitching. Unlike the girl video though, the young guy skillfully brought his partner to a softer, but deep, shuddering orgasm. The man moaned softly, and we watched his buddy’s cheeks and throat work as he swallowed the entire load.

Dave’s cock was twitching, too. Since he was standing next to me I could see the precum oozing as he jacked himself. He was fixated on the scene on the screen, but leaned in so the head of his cock was brushing against my face. As he stroked, he deposited a streamer of precum along my cheek.

Rick said, “Dave, come over here, and I’ll show Mike what we do at this point.” Without saying a word, Dave just moved over to Rick and proceeded to anoint him with precum as he did me. As he made his next stroke, he held the skin back tightly as Rick turned his head and took Dave’s tool into his mouth, sucking it in deeply. Dave’s eyes closed and he put his hand on Rick’s head, guiding further down his aching shaft.

“Ahh, fuck,” he sighed, “I love the way you blow me, Rick.”

Rick gave him a slow, steady blowjob as the action on the screen continued to unfold. A glance over at the sofa revealed Philip laying back with his eyes closed as Tyler’s head bobbed up and down on his penis.

Rick removed his mouth from Dave’s cock just long enough to put on some new porn, this time a nice compilation that featured multiple couplings of men and women in various permutations. None of us, however, were watching the screen anymore. Dave was gazing intently at Rick’s hand and mouth working his cock. I heard Philip groaning, and looked over to see Tyler’s head bobbing faster as he began inserting a finger into Philip’s twitching anus.

“Your stepson is about to blow,” grunted Dave as he fucked Rick’s face. Rick freed his mouth, using his hand to rapidly jack Dave’s cock.

“So is your father-in-law,” Rick laughed.

A brief grunt then a shout drew my attention back to Philip. Tyler had removed his mouth from the young cock and was jacking it off as Philip began shooting into the air. Dave’s face set as he watched, and I saw his body begin to grow tense.

I looked up at him and asked simply, “Can you do that?” as Rick removed his mouth and began imitating Tyler’s furious jacking. It only took a second before the streams of semen burst forth from Dave’s throbbing penis, splattering onto Rick. Rick and Tyler milked their partners dry and Dave and Philip relaxed with satisfied smiles.

After a moment, we all realized that there were still three throbbing cocks that needed attention. Dave turned and walked over to me, but Philip gently pushed him out of the way. “Please, Uncle Dave, I want to do this, ok?” he asked softly. Dave just smiled and nodded. Philip looked over at Tyler and asked shyly, “Is it ok with you if I do him?”

Tyler giggled and said, “Well he’s your step-dad…or at least he almost was, I guess I won’t be too jealous.” He and Philip both laughed. Then Philip knelt between my legs and looked up shyly.

“Gee, I guess I should ask you too. Is it ok, Mike? I’ve wanted to do this for a long, long time.” I was really touched, and just smiled and nodded. I was astonished at how hard I had become and how much I wanted his mouth on me.

Philip took my erection in his hand and gently stroked it a few times, then he deftly swirled his tongue around my head and eased his mouth down my shaft. As he created the suction, I was surprised at how much firmer he was than Carol—then I realized that I was in a man’s Bayan escort Ankara mouth. That became even more obvious when he began blowing me in earnest—the firmness of his grip, the intensity of the suction and the perfect speed of his stroke made me realize that he knew exactly how to get the most out of a cock.

Soon, I felt my head swell inside his young mouth. Philip sensed it, too, and began working me more firmly. I glanced over to see Tyler standing in front of Rick. As Rick sucked him off, Tyler’s ass worked back and forth. Dave knelt behind them and began to play with Tyler’s ass and Rick’s balls before swallowing Rick’s twitching erection. Philip focused my attention back to him by stroking my balls very gently, then sliding his finger back to my asshole.

As with so many of our activities that day there wasn’t much preamble. Philip swallowed the entire length of my cock as he eased his finger into my ass. The combination caused my body to tense and lift up out of the chair. Philip never missed a beat as his finger expertly found my prostate gland and began to make slow circles on it while exerting a gentle press/release action. I grunted and faintly heard Rick say, “Shit, Mike’s blowing into Philip’s mouth already.”

“Ahh fuck, I am,” I groaned as I felt the first shot burst from my aching dick. I grabbed Philip’s head and held it down on me as I shot several powerful spurts into his mouth. I heard only gulping sounds as he swallowed it all, then he slowly eased his mouth off of me and sat back on the floor.

“That was fun,” he said with a big smile, “Did you like it, Mike?”

“Oh Jesus, Philip. It was amazing,” I said sincerely.

Philip nodded toward the other three guys. “It looks like Tyler and Rick are headed to where you just came from,” he said softly. I looked over just in time to see Tyler’s ass twitch as his semen began to shoot. Rick’s cheeks bulged, then he began to swallow. Tyler’s ejaculation was so strong, however, that some escaped from the corners of Rick’s mouth and splattered down onto Dave’s bobbing head. Tyler finally finished unloading and stepped back. Rick released his cock and gazed down at Dave’s mouth as it quickly brought him to the brink. Tyler knelt down and began to kiss Rick passionately, and, after just a few seconds of that, Dave was receiving a generous offering from his male lover.

After Rick finished, we all relaxed for a minute, and as we did so I began to realize what had happened. Now that I wasn’t worked up, I started to feel very awkward around these naked men, especially since I knew them so well. Rick left and returned in a few seconds with some luxurious bath towels that he passed around so we could wipe up and cover up a bit. Once everyone had done that, he put on another movie and came over to me.

“I hope you’re ok with everything, Mike,” he said softly. “I think we’re all really happy that you joined us, and we all hope that you feel good now.”

“I’m not sure,” I replied honestly, “I’ve never really thought of gay sex before, much less with guys that I know well. It’s a lot to process.”

“Well,” chimed in Dave, “I don’t really think of it as gay sex. I really enjoy sex with Janice, but this is a good outlet for me. She doesn’t have as strong a drive as I do, and I do like just having an afternoon with the guys from time to time. It’s really brought us closer together.”

Philip came over to me and gave me a big hug. “I’m really glad we could do that,” he said softly, “I’ve been wanting that for a long time.” He was so sweet that I couldn’t help smiling.

“I’m glad you liked it, Philip,” I replied. “I did too, really. It just takes a little getting used to.” He came over and hugged me awkwardly. I stood up, so we could hug properly and we embraced warmly, holding each other for a long time. I began rubbing his back, and he just relaxed against me. Although we had towels wrapped around our waists, I could feel his penis begin to harden again. I continued to rub his back, and he sighed deeply.

I looked around and saw Tyler, who had regained a huge erection, come over to Dave. “Hey, dad,” he said softly, “could you help me out?” Dave took Tyler’s face in his hands and kissed him, then began kissing his way down the younger man’s body. Soon, he had the young cock in his mouth, and was eagerly blowing Tyler. After a short time, Tyler pulled away and knelt down so the and Dave could kiss some more.

Philip reached down and began stroking my ass. “Could I kiss you, Mike?” he asked shyly.

I was pretty grossed out at the idea, but I thought it would make Philip happy, so I said “Ok, Philip. I’m not sure that I’ll like it, but I’ll give it a try.”

He smiled and began kissing my neck, then worked his way over to my mouth. Soon he was giving me a solid kiss. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, so I continued to kiss him back. After a few seconds, he slid his tongue into my mouth and we were in a full-fledged French kiss. I was astonished to feel myself become fiercely erect. I grabbed Philip firmly and pulled him to me and felt our hard cocks rub together. We continued to French deeply as we pulled the towels away and began to stroke each other’s rampant erections.

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I find the sensation of cold wind on a feverish forehead orgasmic. I often wish I had a fever simply to experience the sensation; nothing in life is comparable. Even today, after lying in bed for nearly two days, wracked with fever and malaise, I yearn to open my bedroom window. I know it’s not good for me, that it probably makes things worse, but I still lust after it. Only the presence of my caring, and more logical lover is hindering me from doing so. Every time I get out of bed — accompanied by its squeaks and groans — she runs in to make sure that everything is okay. My one opportunity, my one hope, is when she goes out around three to run her daily errands. When she leaves and I’m sure she’s gone, that’s when I’ll do it.

Time drags on as it only can whilst you’re in bed and unable to move. My stomach seems to have settled down, but I still feel hot and achy all over. To pass the time I watch the discovery channel, whilst every once in a while casting a forlorn glance at my window, which has frosted over from the cold. After an eternity of waiting, the red analog numbers on my clock finally read three, and I hear Van stir in the other room. Her footsteps down the hall each sent shivers down my spine as my anticipation grows. Her face appears in the doorway.

“Hey, Miss Sick, how are you feeling?”

“I’m still alive,” I say, attempting a smile.

She grimaces sympathetically, “I’m about to go and run some errands. Anything I can get you before I go – glass of water, some Tylenol, or maybe put on a movie for you or something?” She moves closer, sits on the edge of the bed.

“Nope, I’m okay for now.”

She puts her hand on mine, “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m feeling a little better, in fact.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’ll be back in an hour or two; do you want me to pick up anything for you while I’m out?”

“No thanks Vanessa, I’m alright. Have fun!”

She laughs, “I’ll try. You just stay in bed. Get better!” She leans in and kisses my forehead. “Oh, you’re still burning up,” she says, “One sec, I’ll be right back.” She leaves and I can hear her footsteps go into the bathroom. She comes back with a face cloth soaked in cold water. “Here you go Lapin,” she says and puts the cloth on my forehead.

“Thanks,” I say, smiling gratefully, but internally cursing her kindness.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can! Love you!”

“Love you too Van!”

“Ciao, mi amore.”

“À bientôt.”

She leaves and I’m finally alone. As soon as the door closes, and I hear her key turn in the lock, I throw off the face cloth and sigh. As the coolness of the water had soothed the burning, I decided to wait for a while, to allow the temperature of my skin to rise once more.

You’re probably thinking I’m crazy, and you’ve every right to assume that — it’s a logical assumption and it’s partly true; I am crazy. However, anyone who’s been sick for a long time knows that you want to take every pleasure, or every opportunity to make yourself feel better. Would sticking my head out the window into a nearly subzero wind make me better in the long run? No, probably not, but, it will make me feel better immediately — for sure. In my mind immediate gratification is worth the prospect of prolonged suffering.

Besides, I see myself — a lot of the time anyways — as a strictly sexual being, so many of the things I do to define myself are sexual in nature. Think of the existentialist view on the absurd: there is no meaning to be found in the world aside from what meaning we give to it. I choose to give my world a sexual meaning — so placing my face into a cold wind, should it give me sexual pleasure, is a rational thing to do, despite my ill and fevered condition.

But no more of this — the window beckons. I rise from my bed, my prison, and shed off the beige comforter like a set of skin, becoming intensely aware of how much warmer I’d been in its embrace by how cold the room is in comparison. My pyjamas Ankara escort — pink flannel, emblazoned with little brown teddy bears — provide some relief, but not much; this is exactly the feeling I’d been waiting for, on a lesser scale. The best comparison I can think of is getting near beer when you wanted moonshine.

My breathing quickens, my heart beats heavy in my chest; my nipples erect, becoming visible beneath their fabric confines. The light of the outside world shines in through that wonderful portal, reflecting itself within my eyes. I’m caught in a trance, drawn inescapably forward. Each of my footfalls on the grey carpet is like the gentle, familiar caress of a lover’s tongue, and each sends a shiver of delight up my spine; mere feet divide me from my goal, but it takes a lifetime for me to reach it, as I want to savour each and every second of the journey; I’m a hedonist at heart.

My body enters a state of hypersensitivity — no doubt brought on by the fever, but also by my arousal; I’m so horny my thighs are slick with fluid from my sex, and my nipples are begging to be kissed. My knees are wobbly as I approach the sill, and I collapse onto it rather than sit down; the main difference between the two being: one implies control and the other a distinct lack thereof. Things are now certainly well beyond the realm of my control.

The wood of the sill is cold, freezing, and this sensation passes through my pyjamas as if they weren’t even there — quite literally freezing my ass off. I sigh, relishing the sensation, leaning my head towards the glass so that my cheek presses up against it; the cool embrace of it is so great that I swoon in delight, catching my breath.

One of my hands slips beneath the waistband of my pants and passes through the warm pocket between my body and the garment, seeking the warm centre between my legs. I plunge inside of myself, feeling the heat and wetness coexisting at my core, close my eyes and dissolve into the moment. I gently, quietly masturbate that way for a period of time, bringing myself to the precipice of an orgasm, and then playing around its edges; any misstep will send me plunging into that warm, black abyss.

It is only through intense self-control that I am able to hold off, step back from myself — figuratively speaking — and remember the real source of pleasure; my true purpose for sitting, perched like a cat, on the window sill: the wind.

My fingers come out wet and I take them in my mouth, tasting myself, before I open the window. My hands tremble as I take the cool metal crank in hand and turn, but in my excited state I cannot get it open, it’s sealed shut. I can’t figure out why it won’t open. A wave of dismay flows over me, threatening to wash away the built up pleasure and ruin all that I’ve done. I want to cry, to crawl back into bed and pass out, unsatisfied; if I can’t have the orgasm I want, then there’s no point in coming at all.

I’m about to do just that, feeling dejected and stupid, when the phone rings. This serves to do two things: first, it restores my ability to think — saving me from my sex-addled mind — allowing me to realize that the reason the window wasn’t opening is because it was locked, a situation which I remedy immediately; second, it caused me to stop, pick up the phone without thinking.

“Hello?”

“Alice?” Van’s voice came over the line, barely audible over the music that I assumed came from her car; I think the song is Pornostartrek by USS.

“Yeah, hey Van,” I say distractedly, inches away from the open window.

“Where are you, what’s that noise?”

“What noise?” I became aware that I’d started masturbating again and that the wind blowing through the open window was loud enough to be heard over the line.

“Sounds like the wind. Are you outside?” Her voice was full of concern, and reproach.

“No, of course not, I’m..er..I’m in the bedroom still; I just wanted some fresh air.” My fingers slid in and out, quickly Ankara escort bayan drawing me back to pleasure town, robbing me of my ability to think on the spot.

“What are you up to?” She asks, and I can hear her shifting gears.

“Masturbating.”

“What?” Her voice rose, half in surprise and I think half in delight.

“Yeah,” I draw out the h, making it more like ‘yeahhhhh,’ trailing off as I exhale. “I’m doing it on the window sill, it feels fucking amazing.”

“You’re what? On the window sill? Why the hell are you up there?” She tries to sound angry, but I can tell she’s intrigued.

“I, oh god yes, I can’t explain it right now,” I pause, barely avoiding the slip that would’ve set me over. “Oh fuck, Van I love you, yes,” my fingers withdraw and I caress my labia, clit, squeezing my inner thigh before sliding back in.

“Oh, babe, you’re so turning me on, but I’m going to have an accident if I keep listening,” she says, “I’ve got to hang up now, but promise you’ll explain the window thing to me when I get back — I should be there in about half an hour.”

“Oh, shit, I promise Vanessa, I promise.”

“See you soon.”

“Bye.”

I hang up and throw the phone away in one quick movement. The window is mine for the taking and I pull out the screen easily — the builders had clearly installed this screen based on price, not quality — and stick my head directly into the wind. That is enough for me and I slip, and fall, plunging over the edge.

The wind hits the hot, sweaty skin of my face like a freight train, causing my eyes to water and my vision to blur. I increase the tempo of my masturbation as my orgasm seems imminent; then, I explode. My body shudders, quakes, and I feel a rapid clenching of muscles around my fingers as I gush into my hand, and onto my legs. My toes curl and I lose feeling in my feet; I have trouble breathing. Then, quick as a flash, everything comes back — I break out of slow motion with a scream and a jerk that causes me to fall back into the apartment, onto the floor.

I lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, feeling warm and tingly all over; my breathing is rapid and shallow, but gradually slows and becomes less frequent. Above me, cold air continues to rush in through the open window, and I shiver. The room has become frigid, nearly intolerable, especially since I’ve finished coming and the cold has lost its sexual appeal. I know I should get up and close it, and go back to bed, but the floor is just so comfortable that I’m trapped in a web of apathy.

The heater, controlled by the automated thermostat, kicks in and I feel a rush of warm air on my frigid toes — bringing them to life with a rush of blood and feeling. The pins and needles feeling is what re-awakens my desire, and before I know it I’ve got my hand between my legs again.

This orgasm isn’t as good as the first, or as long lasting, but I feel better immediately afterwards — like the afterglow of the first times ten. However, unlike the first, this orgasm doesn’t bring with it a flood of apathy, rather, it restores me and gives me the energy to stand up and close the window. I gaze outside one last time, noticing how dark the sky had become, before closing and locking it; then, on an impulse, drawing the curtains.

I pick up the comforter and wrap it around my shoulders like an oversized cape, and walk out of the bedroom, the ends of it dragging behind me. I feel stupid, I feel childish, but I feel alive. And hungry, by god, I’m starving; having existed on a diet of soup and water for nearly fifty hours I yearned for some real food.

“But what to eat, hmm? I don’t want to aggravate my stomach…I guess a sandwich would be okay. Peanut butter and honey — sounds good to me,” I say to myself, going about the mundane task with unnatural enjoyment. Once finished, I put the sandwich, made with Kraft peanut butter and pain français, on a plate and grab a glass of water — sandwiches Escort Ankara are one thing, but dairy and upset stomachs are a definite no-no — and sit down on the couch in the living room.

Flicking on the TV I don’t bother searching out something interesting, preferring to eat first, so I’m suck watching the news. I’m not paying too much attention to what the news anchor is saying, I’m too busy voraciously devouring the simple sandwich. I catch the words “gang-style” and “murder” in between bites of sticky, sweet goodness, but it’s the words “break and enter” and “broad daylight” that really catch my attention. I put the sandwich down and watch closer.

The camera zooms into an apartment building that is just a few blocks away from my own, and goes on to detail how, just a few hours ago, two men in ski masks had kicked in the door of an apartment and gunned down the inhabitants with silenced sub-machine guns. I’m horrified by the prospect of such a brutal act of violence being committed in my quiet, peaceful neighbourhood, and I’m even more disquieted when I remember that I actually heard sirens around about the time this happened.

I suddenly wished that Van was home. I wished that I wasn’t alone, or at the very least, that I hadn’t put on the TV. My sandwich lies forgotten, half eaten, on the plate in front of me; everything seems suddenly to be too quiet, too serene. I try flicking the channel to something better, Much Music, but it doesn’t do too much. Images of bodies dancing a macabre dance to the sound of machine guns unloading, their tempo determined by the bullets impacting their bodies in sprays of blood.

I shudder. “Why the hell would you think that, stupid,” I admonish myself, “You know that those kinds of things bother you, so why dwell on them? The people who did this are long gone — do you think that they’d stick around and just wait for the swarms of police to come and arrest them? Hell no. And that’s another thing, there are swarms of police in the area, if anything happens, all you need to do is call and someone will be here in seconds. Think positive. Besides, Vanessa will be home soon and she’ll be expecting an explanation of your dirty little game. Yes, she will, and you’d better have one for her, you slut.”

I keep talking to myself as I bring the dishes from my meal into the kitchen. “Maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll go to bed with you, and you can share the joys of it with her. Can you just imagine it? Her tongue, her fingers, Jacques and Heinrich, all of you together under the covers; doesn’t that sound awesome?”

Jacques and Heinrich are the names of our dildos. I’d never owned one before I met her, and to make the idea of it more appealing to me, it was her idea to name them; I suggested we use funny cultural names for them. Mine is Jacques, bright green and battery powered, and hers is Heinrich, purple and also battery powered.

I’m not feeling so scared anymore, but a momentary lapse of dizziness passes through me, and I decide to go back to bed and wait for her. I’m halfway to the bedroom, comforter back around my shoulders, when the doorbell rings. I pause, thoughts of machine guns running through my mind, and it rings two more times. I hesitate, but I can imagine Van, burdened with bags, unable to get her keys, ringing the doorbell for me to open the door for her.

I run back to the door, a smile plastered on my face, and open it. The hallway is empty. “Vanessa?” I call out, peering around the corner, not wanting people to see me in my PJs. The emptiness of the hallway freaks me out, and I’m just about to close the door when a shopping bag hits me on the arm. Van appears – her arms full of bags.

“Jesus Van, you scared me!”

“Sorry — didn’t mean to scare you,” she says, stepping into the apartment and dropping the bags. “Feeling better?” She closes the door and locks it. She removes her coat and I take it from her, placing it on the rack.

“Yeah, I’m feeling better after my, umm, experience.”

She smiles at me knowingly. “About that, you know you owe me an explanation, right?” her grin turns mischievous, “But I think that a nice dinner is in order first, sound good?”

“Sounds great!”

To Be Continued…

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My name is Ivan James. I am a tall, good-looking young black man with an obsession. What is my little obsession? Well, it’s not something that would be considered mainstream by most people. I love fucking big women in the ass. Seriously. I am addicted to the booty holes of big beautiful women and there is no known cure for my affliction. Just call it an anal fixation, with a twist. I also like to have big women fuck me in the ass with thick strapon dildos. Yeah, I know what you think. This guy is weird. He must be sick in the head, or have homosexual tendencies. Nah, I’m completely heterosexual. I just happen to have wickedly different sexual interests. This is my all-time favorite fetish. Now you know. It’s my life, damn it!

I live in Boston, and I must say that I love the city. Plenty of sexually adventurous big women live here and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I currently attend Darrell College, a small private school located right outside Boston. Darrell College has eighteen thousand students spread over two campuses, Brockton and Boston. I live in the Boston campus. It’s where the athletic facilities and the men’s and women’s dormitories are located. This small, liberal arts school was founded in 1988 by Luther Darrell, a famous and wealthy Boston architect. Since then, it’s become one of the best schools in the state of Massachusetts. It’s a very liberal place filled with loose women. I love it. Folks, this is the wonderfully twisted place I now call home.

The freakiest people on campus are the athletes. The Darrell College Department of Athletics sponsors Men’s Varsity Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Rugby, Soccer, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Gymnastics, Fencing, Water Polo, Rowing, Volleyball, Archery, Football, Wrestling, Lacrosse and Bowling along with Women’s Varsity Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Archery, Gymnastics, Equestrian, Fencing, Rowing, Volleyball, Field Hockey, Wrestling, Water Polo, Lacrosse and Bowling. We compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association’s Division Two in all sports except Men’s and Women’s Ice Hockey, which competes in the National Collegiate Athletic Association’s Division One. I’m not a varsity sportsman but I’m a major fan of all Darrell College sports teams. I used to play Baseball in high school but had to quit after a shoulder injury. I still love the game, though, and I chose to attend Darrell College partly because it had a good Baseball team.

Darrell College has several club teams in Men’s Boxing, Men’s Cycling, Women’s Ultimate Frisbee and Women’s Badminton. I joined the Men’s Cycling team. It’s a pretty competitive team and we’ve won awards in competitions against other club teams from around the state. I like to stay active, you know. It keeps me healthy. I’m a six-foot-one, 250-pound black male. I’ve always been a big man. But I’m health. I don’t want that to change anytime soon. So, I ride my bike and exercise a lot. I do alright Ankara escort in all my business administration classes, so I got plenty of free time to do whatever I like. What I like doing more than anything else is hooking up with sexually adventurous big women. The bigger the better.

I went to visit two of my favorite athletes when boredom kicked in during the 2008 Holiday Season. Jessica Quentin, a tall and thick, large-breasted and big-bottomed, brown-haired and brown-eyed white chick from Quincy. This Softball player stands five feet ten inches tall and weighs two hundred and thirty pounds.. Her roommate, Ebony Rogers, a tall and thick, large-breasted and big-bottomed black woman. Ebony is a member of the Darrell College Women’s Basketball team. She stands six feet tall and weighs two hundred and seventy pounds. Yeah, she’s big and plump. With a huge, sixty-inch black bubble butt. She’s really fine. Just the way I like my females. We had known each other for some time. Those two were some kind of freaky, folks. We’ve had tons of fun together in the past and I see no reason why our good times can’t continue indefinitely. Sex is one of the best things in life. Especially casual sex. Casual sex is simply the best.

When I knocked on the door, Ebony came to greet me. The big blakc woman was wearing nothing except a bra and panties. I looked her up and down before smiling wickedly. Ebony smiled too, and kissed me before pulling me into the apartment. I stepped in, and saw Jessica. The big white girl was standing naked in the room, Harmonica in hand. Upon seeing me, she smiled. I grinned too. It’s always good to see her. Jessica is big and beautiful, and decidedly down with hot and kinky sex. And she’s fun to hang out with, too. Could a woman get any cooler? I strongly doubt it.

Yeah, we got down and dirty. Ebony got us some drinks. I chugged down some beer, as did Jessica. Ebony drank some white wine, and put on some music. We started dancing. I did the bump and grind with Ebony while Jessica watched us, fingering her pussy. Man, feeling Ebony’s plump black ass against my groin got my dick hard as hell. She could feel my dick harden in my pants and pushed her fat ass against me, grinding it. Oh, yeah. That’s what I like! A big black woman with a big booty grinding it against my groin. I’m a chubby chaser and that’s my idea of a sexual heaven. If you don’t like it, sue me!

Pretty soon, Jessica joined us. Oh, yeah. I was having tons of fun. Feeling Jessica’s tits on my back while bumping into Ebony’s booty was definitely hot. We went into the bedroom, all of us drunk and horny. I crashed on the bed, horny as hell. Jessica and Ebony lay on either side of me. I unzipped my pants and freed my dick. I’m packing eleven inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black dick. It’s been known to make lots of people squeal in pleasure. Ebony and Jessica gasped when they saw it. They’ve seen it before, but it still gets gasps from them. I asked Ankara escort bayan them to show my Jimmy some love. They were down with that. Jessica began sucking on my cock while Ebony licked my balls. I lay there, relaxed and enjoyed. You’d do the same thing, trust me.

Man, having these two plump females working my dick was awesome. In no time, they made me cum. Jessica and Ebony greedily drank up my manly seed. Then, we tried something a bit more interesting. I spread Jessica’s legs and breathed in the smell of her pussy. Nice. I liked it. I knelt between her legs as she lay on the bed and began licking her pussy. Meanwhile, Ebony played with my ass. Ebony loves playing with butts, both male and female. That’s my kind of female. She spread my ass cheeks with her big hands and began licking my asshole. Man, I love it when females lick my ass. My dick gets hard just thinking about it. I busied myself licking and probing Jessica’s pussy with my fingers and tongue. Jessica moaned in pleasure and urged me on. I worked my magic. Suddenly, I felt something enter my ass. Ebony slipped first one then two fingers into my asshole. I like this stuff. You really ought to try it sometime. It feels good.

I worked my magic on Jessica’s pussy until she squealed, totally orgasmic as she came. Yeah, I still got skills. She looked at me, wanting more. I grinned, and slid my hard dick into her pussy. I placed my hands on Jessica’s hips, and began pounding her tight pussy with my dick. Meanwhile, Ebony was licking and fingering my ass like ass rimming was going out of style. Damn, this plump black chick likes black male ass! I fucked Jessica, hard. I drilled my dick into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around me and begged me for more. I gave her all the cock I had to give, and then some. I came inside her, filling her pussy with my cum. Jessica squealed in pleasure. I roared victoriously. I owned that creamy white pussy!

Next, we tried something new. Ebony took a break from licking my ass and watched me ass fuck Jessica. I put Jessica on all fours and spread her plump white butt cheeks wide open. I pressed my dick against Jessica’s asshole, and pushed it inside. Jessica didn’t scream as my cock popped into her asshole. Nah, she merely grunted. That’s a good gal. I put my hands on her hips and began fucking her. Tired of playing spectator, Ebony rejoined the action. She snuck up right underneath Jessica and me. In this position, her face was at the level of Jessica’s pussy and her spread legs were at the level of Jessica’s face. Ebony began licking Jessica’s pussy. I looked down and watched her do her thing. Nice!

As I fucked Jessica, an idea came to me. Why didn’t she return the favor and lick Ebony’s pussy too? I smacked Jessica’s ass. She said ouch and gave me a dirty look. I communicated my idea to her and she smiled, then nodded. She leaned down and buried her face between Ebony’s legs. I leaned over and watched as the plump white chick Escort Ankara licked the big black woman’s pussy. Hot damn! This was hotter than most porno movies! I continued to drill my cock into Jessica’s butt hole. Her asshole was wonderfully warm and tight, just the way I liked them. I continued to fuck it until I came. I filled Jessica’s ass with my cum. Then, slowly, I pulled out.

I sat back and watched as Jessica and Ebony did their thing. Folks, there’s nothing hotter than watching two big beautiful women, one black and one white, going down on each other in Sapphic bliss. Jessica eagerly lapped at Ebony’s pussy while Ebony dug her fingers into Jessica’s pussy, working her magic. Hot damn. I watched the two of them as they worked each other into orgasmic bliss. They came almost at the same time, I think. It was hot. So much that I came as well. I sprayed both their faces with my cum and they opened their mouths to receive my manly blessings. Yeah!

Afterwards, we were still not sated, so we tried something new. Ebony got on all fours and spread her plump black butt cheeks, offering me her ass. I smiled. This was a rare treat. Jessica was down for almost anything sexual but Ebony had reservations about anal sex. Apparently, in the spirit of the season, she wanted to receive some anal love. That’s cool because I’m always in a giving mood! I pressed my cock against Ebony’s asshole and pushed it inside. Meanwhile, Jessica had gone to fetch her strapon dildo. It looked sexy on her. She smiled and came up behind me. The plump white chick spread my ass cheeks wide open and slowly pushed the dildo into my black male ass. I gasped as it went in. Oh, man!

I placed my hands on Ebony’s wide hips and pushed my big black cock deeper into her asshole. Meanwhile, Jessica placed her hands on my hips and pushed the dildo deeper into my ass. Oh, man. This felt oddly good. Having a dildo up my ass while my cock was inside a woman’s ass felt strangely wonderful. I began pounding Ebony’s ass, slamming my cock deep where the sun didn’t shine. Jessica began fucking me hard and fast, pumping the dildo into my ass. I liked it! The harder I fucked Ebony’s ass, the louder she screamed and the more turned on I became. The harder Jessica fucked me, the more I screamed and the harder my cock got, leading me to fuck Ebony all the harder. I grabbed a handful of Ebony’s long hair and yanked her head back while fucking her. I came inside her asshole, flooding that tight crevice with my cum. It turned me so much. I stayed hard and fucked her some more. Jessica continued pounding me and I demanded more from her. She was happy to give me her all. We romped like this until we collapsed, exhausted. Three cum-covered, sweaty bodies lying in a heap on a king-sized bed. Hell yeah!

As I lay between these two big, beautiful ladies, I felt happy as a clown. This is how I spend my Friday nights, folks. I do things the rest of you can only dream of. It’s my life and I do as I please. I love big women and they love me. We have raunchy and passionate anal sex together. If you don’t like it, then shut your damn mouth. Darrell College is my collegiate paradise, and that’s not going to change anytime soon.

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