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Carol finished setting up for the day. She had a nice assortment of flowers set out and since it was late spring she knew she’d sell them all early. Saturday was always a good day since so many young couples enjoyed a quiet walk through the park where her flower stand was located.

She looked around for potential customers and noted that he was here again, seated on the bench looking straight at her and holding a pad of paper and pencil. He was drawing her as he had every day for the last two weeks. He was an older gentleman and not unattractive in a grandfatherly sort of way and she blushed at the thought that he considered her cute enough to be a model for him. She had heard about artist models and how artist used their eyes to explore the bodies of the models very intimately. She also thought that the models were nude. She felt her cheeks flush at the thought, but stood a little straighter to show off her breasts. She fantasized him mentally undressing her as she stood looking at him and holding her pose.

She broke out of her dazed state when a young man approached her asking for flowers. The day turned out to be very busy, as she had hoped; she had sold everything she had early and was closing up earlier than normal. This had been a very good day in that she didn’t have to give away any unsold flowers. It was always a balancing act, but she preferred to sell all of her stock. She had a means of getting rid of unsold flowers that did bring many smiles.

The retirement home just on the other side of the park had many residents who loved the flowers she gave to them and she loved to see the joy in the old folks faces when she gave them her gifts.

Locking up her stand, she noticed that the older man was still on the bench staring at her and his hand moved over the pad franticly. She smiled at him and struck a pose, before walking over to him.

“I’ve noticed you here every day for the last few weeks sketching me. My name is Carol and I’d love to see your work.” She said.

“Hi Carol, you are very lovely and I hope you don’t mind me drawing you. It is very hard to find models now. I live in Senior Manor a couple blocks from here. I love drawing you.” He turned the pad to show her the drawing he’d been working on.

“It’s beautiful,” Carol said. “You are very talented and I’m flattered that you consider me model material. Why is it so hard for you to find real models?”

“Professional models are very expensive and I’m on a fixed income. I don’t sell my art. It is just a relaxing hobby. There are a few artists at the manor who are likewise frustrated, but have to settle for drawing bowls of fruit. That’s okay, but it is not like drawing the figure.”

“I’m sure you would need a studio or somewhere for your model to pose too, wouldn’t you? How much do professional models cost?” Carol was becoming interested in this older man and his desire to draw her.

“We have a room off the activity center that can be made private and it is big enough for a model and maybe six or seven artist with their easels. A profession model can cost upwards of $50/hour and a six-hour minimum. All of us together can’t afford that and we don’t need six hours either. We just like to draw and if we all chip in we could maybe pay $60 for a model to model for about three hours with ten minute breaks after every twenty-minute pose.” He paused for a moment watching her reaction.

“I’m Jack, by the way. Would you be interested in posing for a group of old men?” He added seeing the faint bit of interest in her. He knew that selling flowers didn’t pay a lot and wasn’t sure what her financial situation was, but $60 for just standing around for a few hours isn’t bad.

“I might be,” Carol responded, “but I’ve never modeled before and I’m not sure if I can just stand without moving for twenty minutes.”

“Standing without leaning on something is hard, but how about sitting or lying on a couch? Do you think you can do that? Modeling does take a bit of practice, but if you are willing we can make whatever accommodations you want. How about 5 or 10-minute poses to start until you feel comfortable with a longer pose?” Jack said, hoping to entice her.

Carol allowed her mind to explore the possibility of 5 or 6 old men ogling her naked body, maybe even touching her to make sure she was in the position they wanted. She might even intentionally move a bit to get them to fondle her again. Her nipples harden to stiff points and she shook herself out of her fantasy. ” Would I be nude?” she asked.

Jack was now convinced that not only was she interested, but the idea excited her. “We would prefer nudity, but that is not mandatory. Profession models will wear, or not wear whatever the artist wants, but amateur models are not always comfortable showing too much skin. We would want you to be comfortable, so wear whatever you want. Would you like to see the room and maybe meet some of the artists?”

“That would be great,” Carol said with a bit more enthusiasm than Bycasino she intended. “I’m done here for the day and since I’m leaving you have no one to draw.” She laughed at her joke. “Show me your studio.”

Jack collected his supplies and put them in his travel bag then side by side they walked over to the retirement home chatting along the way about art and what poses were the easiest.

When they walked through the front door the receptionist recognized Carol. “Hi Carol,” she said, “Did you sell all of your flowers today? I see you met Jack, did he draw you?”

“Hi Judy,” Carol responded. The two knew each other since Carol came over a couple times a week to give out her left over flowers. “Jack is a marvelous artist and a really nice guy. He tells me that there are other artists here and they would love to have a model.”

Judy responded, “Jack is one of a kind and has he talked you into modeling for him and his cronies?”

“He’s working on it. I came over to check out the space, meet the other guys and make sure the center wouldn’t have a problem with it.” Carol answered.

“No problem at all. Jack has been trying to get a model in here for the last three months, but the center won’t pay for a model. He’s been approved to have a model if he pays for them himself.” Judy replied. “Jack can show you the space that has been allocated for a studio.”

Jack led Carol down the hallway to the activity center. There were about a dozen people seated at tables playing cards or board games, and a few others watching TV. Three women sat off in the corner chatting away while their fingers moved over the yarn they were working with knitting needles.

Jack introduced Carol to three of the old men as someone interviewing for the artist model position. Carol just smiled and she swore she saw lust in the eyes of at least two of the three. Her mind immediately went to some very erotic thoughts. If she had ever thought that the sex drive diminished with age the look on those two men changed her mind. She felt she was being stripped naked by the eyes of these two and her nipples responded favorable to that attention. One seemed more overly sexual than the other, she made note of his name as the look he gave her made her wet. He is George and she would keep an eye on him.

Jack then showed her the room. It was small, as he said, but square so that the stage could be at any place in the room and everyone would have a good view. There was a low stage that held an overstuffed chair and a few thin, yet colorful blankets. She was not good at estimating spaces, but she thought the room would hold 5 or 6 artist and her on that stage. They would be close but not touching close.

The three other men followed them into the small room. Carol looked at the four men with her in the small room and imagined how she would feel in this small space naked with these four men. Her arousal built. “Are you all the artists or is there anyone else?” She asked.

Jack responded, “There may be one more, but he’s not that reliable and might not like the fact that he might have to part with some of his money.”

Jack then addressed the group of guys outlining the agreement he had worked out with Carol. “Guys, we have all wanted to have a model to draw for a while and as you know the center has agreed, but we have to be responsible and pay her. The center has provided this room, but that is all. Carol has never modeled before so we will have to make some adjustments. First, she does not have to be naked. That was met with groans from the two Carol had already identified. Second, she will start with 5-minute poses with 10 min breaks between poses, seated only, until she is ready for more. I have promised her that we would not pressure her for longer poses until she was ready. Third, I promised her $60 for three hours modeling, if it is just the four of us that is $15 each.”

There was a round of agreement and Carol looked around thinking this might be fun. “I really don’t know what to expect from this, but seeing the disappointment from you when Jack said that I might not be naked, I think in order to actually experience what it is like I really should be naked.”

The guys applauded her decision and she blushed bright red. “When do you want me to start?”

“We are ready whenever you are, right guys?” Jack asked. A round of comments in the affirmative followed.

Carol looked around and again noticed the two guys with the look of excitement in their eyes checking out her body. She wondered if that look would change once they saw her naked. “I have nothing planned for the rest of the day, if you want to try just a small session to see if this will work for all of us. Maybe just an hour and I won’t charge you. We can call it part of the interview process.” She said smiling.

Jack intervened stating forcefully. “We will pay you $60 and you can test it out for an hour or any part of that. You can keep the $60 even if after 5 minutes you decide Bycasino giriş you don’t like it, but we all hope that you will.”

“Okay,” she said. “Do you need to get your supplies?”

The three guys left and within a few minutes returned with drawing pads. Jack had brought in chairs for the guys and spread the blanket over the stuffed chair. They all took up positions around the stage and Carol stood in the center of the stage with all eyes on her. Her excitement rose and she reached for the top button of her blouse. She watched the expressions of the men around her as she unbuttoned each button and felt desired. Her blouse fell away and she quickly removed her bra. She wanted these men to see the effect they were having on her.

She removed her pants and shoes. Standing in front of these horny guys wearing only her panties was a thrill she had never felt before. She thought of teasing them, but rejected that idea as mean plus if felt like a punishment on her as well. The only choice was if she were to turn around and show her butt as she removed her panties or face them. She decided to show off her butt and was rewarded with several “ah” sounds.

She sat on the chair and leaned back. She thought of opening her legs, but thought that was too blatant. She settled with just having her legs folded up under her butt yet not squeezed tightly together.

Jack told her that ten minutes had passed and she was entitled to a break. He informed her that holding a pose tended to stiffen up the body and she should walk around.

Carol got up and was surprised at how stiff she was. She walked around the stage and shifted her body back and forth. She focused on loosing up her body until she noticed four pair of eyes following her motions. She smiled and bent over a couple of times, before stepping off the stage, still naked, to see the drawing each man had made of her.

She stood close to each man to look at his drawing of her. She was impressed with the quality of the drawings and gave each artist a quick hug; George held the hug a bit longer than the others and bushed his hand across her breast. She returned to the stage and took her seat again. “I’m not sure if I can get into that same pose again.” She said.

Jack responded, “That’s okay just get confortable. Today we are not worried about poses, we just want you to be confortable.”

As she looked around the lust she saw before was intensified. She thought it might be because of the hugs she gave each of them and that thought excited her. She seating herself and opened her legs just a bit wider. She looked directly at George and liked the look he returned.

After Jack told her to get up and stretch again. She made sure the guys saw what they wanted as she bent over. She stepped down and this time instead of just giving a quick hug at the end, she wrapped an arm around each artist pressing her breast into his arm as she looked at his work and asked a question of two. She made sure to give each of them a kiss before she left. George and the other man she considered lusty copped a feel and she giggled. Getting back up on the stage, she felt she had been doing this all of her life and it was the most enjoyable part of her life.

The session ended too early for Carol, but she had committed to today just being a sample and to introduce her to the guys and modeling. The stiffness she felt was a warning of soreness later. She made sure to give each man a naked hug and all had roaming hands. She encouraged them to feel up her breasts and butt, before she got her clothes back on.

Jack approached her, “You seemed to enjoy your modeling session today.”

“Yes, it was far better than anything I ever imagined.”

Jack responded, “Well it was very different from anything I’ve ever been a part of. Most models don’t allow the artist to touch them in any form and most models have a robe to wear while they stretch.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Carol asked fearing that Jack was about to reject her.

“Oh no!” He exclaimed. “It was the most erotic thing I think any of us have experienced in a very long time. You are very beautiful and extremely sexy. It you like this experience you are welcome anytime.”

“Great!” Carol responded. “When do you want to do it again?”

The next day Carol opened her stand as normal. She hummed a happy tune as she organized the flowers. She did not see Jack and his drawing pad on the bench across from her stand today. She looked around until she spied him walking towards the bench he claimed as his own. She let out a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding.

Jack took up his normal spot and began his sketching. He thought about going over to her and setting up another modeling secession, but every time he started over to see her, another customer or two would show up. He finally gave up for the day and headed back to his apartment.

It had been a busy day for Carol, but at the end of the day she Bycasino deneme bonusu still had a few flowers left over and Jack was not around. She wanted to make sure they wanted her back. The excitement she felt last night remembering her experience enticing the old men and feeling their hands on her body gave her an intense orgasm and she wanted it do it again.

She packed up her supplies and walked over to the Retirement home and entered through the front door. “Hi Judy,” she announced to the receptionist.

“Hi Carol, I see you have flowers for us today. Would you like to leave them her or go back to the Activity Center and see who wants some?”

“Is it okay if I go on back?” Carol asked, hoping to see, and talk with Jack along the way.

“Sure, you are almost a regular here. Go on back and by the way, the guys could not stop talking about you yesterday. You really made their day. Was is hard work—modeling, I mean?”

“It was more difficult than I thought it would be, but it was a lot of fun. If it’s okay I’d like to set up a schedule to model for them every week.”

“That would be great. The owners asked me to ask you if you would be willing to do it once a week or so. They were very impressed by the change in attitude the men exhibited.” Judy said. “You can set something up with Jack.”

Carol thanked Judy and started back towards the activity center. Several women saw her when she came in with the flowers and took all she had brought. They all thanked her for brightening their day. Carol chatted with the women for a while and then saw Jack, she excused herself and went over to ask if he wanted her to pose again.

“Hi Jack, I really loved posing for you and your friends yesterday and I wonder if you would like to make this a regular thing?”

Jack looked up at her from his seat, his face started to beam with a wide smile as he stood up to face her, “I’m so glad you liked it and the guys could not stop talking about how charming and beautiful you are. They all want me to make sure you come back to model again.”

“Fantastic! When do you want me to model again, would once or twice a week work? I know you said that you were all on a fixed income so if you can’t afford that, maybe we can work something else out.”

Jack’s smile never faded, “How about tomorrow around 2, and I’ll talk with the guys about how often we want you. I’ll also get a privacy screen for you to get undressed behind and put your robe on.”

Carol’s expression dimmed a bit, “I know you mentioned yesterday that is what the profession models all do, but is it really necessary? I sort of enjoyed the freedom of being naked and seeing the work you guys do?” She blushed a bit then added, “I also liked the hugging.”

Jack’s smile could not have been wider, “Then it’s settled, the screen will be there but you don’t have to use it. I’m sure you’ll hear no complaints from the guys about that, or the hugs either.”

Later that evening Carol fantasized about the next day’s modeling session. She hadn’t been lusted after in a very long time and these guys were bold in their stares. She noted that a couple of them needed little encouragement to use their hands as well. It wasn’t long that her imagination of her naked and the hands of four attractive older men all over her body had her quivering in ecstasy.

The next day, Jack was not on the bench sketching her, but she did have a lot of customers for a midweek day and was completely out of flowers by 1 o’clock. She locked up her stand and grabbed a quick bite at the deli on the edge of the park before heading over to the manor and her appointment.

Carol entered, said hello to Judy and chatted a bit. She found out that the guys had been excited about her coming back since yesterday evening. She headed back to the Activity Center and towards the small room where she would soon be naked. She felt her nipples harden as she opened the door. Jack and the others were all there and set up with their easels and pads. She noticed the screen off in the corner, just as jack had said and a chair where she could sit to remove her shoes.

She looked over at all the happy faces and addressed them, “Jack told me that most profession models insist on a screen to hide behind while they take off their clothes and always wear a robe except when they are in their pose. I didn’t bring a robe and if you guys don’t mind, I’d rather not hide behind that screen.”

The guys all said they had no problem with that at all, so Carol got the chair and brought it closer to the artist, but not on the model stage, “I will have to use the chair so I don’t fall on my face.” The guys laughed a bit, but all agreed.

Carol knew from past relationship experiences that just seeing a person nude only showed off the bits intended to be shown, whereas when you are changing clothes you are not even aware of the bits being exposed. Bending over to take off your shoes is a prime example and a motion one of her past boyfriends loved to watch.

She positioned the chair then walked over to each of the artists in turn and gave them all a warm full body hug. “You guys are the greatest.” She then returned to the chair and took off all of her clothes. She heard several “ah” sounds and figured they were enjoying the view.

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The day had not started well for poor Jenny; her Mum had just informed her that she and her father were going away unexpectedly for a long weekend and that her oldest brother Steve would be coming over to stay to keep an eye on her.

Jenny was fuming, “Mum, I’m not a baby, I’m nineteen for god sake, and I don’t need Steve babysitting me!”

“Yes I know darling, but your father and I both thought that it would be safer if Steve was here, just in case there was a problem. And you know that there have been a number of houses broken in recently.”

“But Mum, can’t I go to stay with Paul and Fiona, I am sure that they wont mind?” Jenny asked hopefully. Paul was Jenny’s other older brother.

“Sorry not this time, they have a houseful of guests this weekend. Anyway I think it is high time that you and Steve made up, this argument has gone on for long enough, and this weekend will be the perfect opportunity for you to sort it out.” her mum told her firmly. “Now Steve doesn’t finish work until eight o’clock, so please don’t go out until you have seen him, ok?”

Jenny nodded; she sighed in defeat and left for college. It wasn’t bloody ok; the argument with her brother had been over his girlfriend Ellie, whom Jenny had caught kissing another bloke at a party. She had told her brother, who then confronted Ellie, who denied it. Steve had chosen to believe Ellie not his sister. An argument had broken out when he accused Jenny of being jealous and making it up in an attempt to break them up, as Jenny had never liked Ellie. Jenny was devastated that he did not believe her and thought that she had made it up. They had not spoken in three months, which had been really hard for Jenny as she and Steve had been extremely close.

When Jenny got home after college, there was a message from Steve on the answer phone, explaining that he would be a bit late coming home, and asking her not to go out until he had had a chance to talk with her. But when he still was not back by nine thirty, Jenny decided that she had waited long enough. Hell it was Friday evening, and she wanted to have some fun. She quickly put on her little black dress; the one that hugged her figure in all the right places, left him a note and then headed off to the local night club, where she had arranged to meet some of her friends.

As she was late, Jenny found that there was already a cue of people waiting to get into the club, but luckily for her, she caught the eye of one of the bouncers on the door, and after a quick flirt with him, he her let in. The music was loud and dance floor was heaving, Jenny looked around for her friends and eventually found them at the bar. They drank and chatted for a while, then headed onto the packed dance-floor.

Steve knew that Jenny would not be there when he got home, he knew that like him, she would want to put off seeing him for as long as possible, and to be honest he did not blame her. After all it was his fault that they had argued, if only he had believed what she had told him about Ellie, but no he told her that she was jealous, then a few weeks ago he found out that Ellie had been seeing someone else and that his sister had been right all along.

Jenny loved dancing and soon she Bycasino lost herself in the music, dancing and swaying to the beat. It was not long before she found herself dancing in a group with several guys, taking it in turn to dance with each, pressing her body against theirs as she openly flirted with them.

It was just after midnight when Jenny got this strange feeling that she was being watched, she began to look around the club, trying to see if she could see the person who was watching her. Jenny scanned the dance-floor, but everyone there was dancing, she checked out the bar, but again no-one was paying her any attention, and then as she glanced up at the upper balcony, she saw a man watching her intently. His piercing blue eyes seemed to catch the disco lights, and he was staring right at her as she danced with one guy, then another and another, pressing herself against them, letting their hands caress her body through her clothes. Knowing that she was watched, Jenny flirted with the guys even more, letting two of them sandwich her between them as they danced so that their bodies were pressed together.

He watched her from the balcony above, as she danced, feeling himself grow hard at the idea of her naked body being pressed against his; oh god, he wanted her. He decided that he could use a drink, so he headed off to the bar to get a beer, and on impulse he also bought vodka.

After a few more dances Jenny headed off towards the bar on the upper balcony as the downstairs bar was packed, only to come face to face with the blue-eyed bloke at the top of the stairs. He handed her a glass, Jenny sniffed it; it was vodka and then with a smile she took a sip. They moved to stand and watch the dancers below. The guy was about twenty five, with short blond hair and amazingly blue eyes; he was well built and wore tight black trousers and a charcoal tee-shirt.

“Do you come here often,” he asked with a grin.

It was the worst chat up line in history, but Jenny could not help playing along and smile at his cheesy opening line. “Yeah, most weeks, what about you?”

“I used to, but haven’t been around for a while,” he replied.

The music had now changed to slower tracks; the couples below were now swaying together, their bodies pressed close.

“You want to dance?” he asked.

“Erm…Ok.”

Jenny found herself being led down on to the dance floor, his arms around her waist and hers round his shoulders they moved slowly, she felt his arousal as their bodies pressed together. His lips softly brushed hers. After they had danced for two or three of the slow numbers, he whispered huskily, “Let’s get out of here.”

Jenny nodded and followed him out of the club into the cold night air and got into his car.

***

As Jenny closed the front door behind her, he pulled her into his arms. They kissed passionately for a few moments, his tongue played with hers, before they broke apart and Jenny led him upstairs to her room.

“You were right,” he admitted quietly, as they stood near the bed, “and I’m sorry.”

Those few words were all that Jenny needed to hear, “Its ok,” she answered, hugging him tightly.

“Oh, Bycasino giriş Jenny I’ve missed you so much,” he trembled as he kissed her. “Oh god, I need you…please.”

“Ssshhhh, it’s ok, I’m here,” soothed Jenny. “I’ve missed you too.” She knew just what he needed.

Jenny undid his trousers and pushed them down, he wore no underpants and his cock sprang free, sinking to her knees she took his cock into her hands and gently began to stroke it. It grew bigger and harder at her touch. He moaned and thrust upwards as she enveloped it with her hot mouth. Jenny began to lick and suck up and down his hard shaft, spending a few moments teasing the hole on the tip with her tongue, before taking it right into her mouth. Mmm she had really missed this.

“Oh god it’s been so long…I’m not going to last.” he panted. Damn her mouth felt to good.

His hands moved to hold her head, as she bob up and down, sucking on his cock; one hand caressing his balls, the other moving up and down his length with her mouth. Relaxing her throat, Jenny deep-throated him, as deep as she could, sucking him hard. Suddenly with a growl he came, spurting his seed out into her throat. Jenny swallowed it all down and licked his cock clean before standing up.

“Mmm that was as fantastic as ever,” he said, kissing her.

He pulled Jenny into his arms and hugged her tightly, stroking her arms. Then taking hold of the bottom of her dress he pulled it up and off her, leaving her in just a black bra and knickers. The bra came off next and finally the knickers. He led her to the bed and guided her down so that she was lying on her back. Then he spread her legs and got between them. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth softly, before moving to her breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her.

Jenny blushed, and moaned as he began to suck on her nipples, teasing them and biting down gently on them. He them moved down lower, kissing and lick down to her shaven mound. He ran his tongue along her slit, pushing between her lips and into her hot, sweet hole. He loved how she tasted.

He curled up his tongue and began to push it in and out of her, and then flicking it over her clitoris, which was swollen and hard. Then he pushed two fingers into her almost virginal tight pussy. Spurred on by Jenny’s soft moans he moved them in and out, pushing them in deeper. He swirled his tongue over her clit as he finger fucked her.

Jenny’s moans became louder, “Oh god…that’s it..ohhhhh, make me come..oohhh yeeeeessss,” Jenny came hard, her pussy squeezing tightly round his fingers. He took his fill from her sweet nectar as it flowed from her.

They laid for a long time, silently, just holding each other, before he whispered, “I love you little sis,”

“I know, and I love you too, big bro,” Jenny replied, looking up into the sparkling blue eyes of her brother Steve and kissed him.

The kisses had started off soft and gentle, then suddenly the atmosphere changed and they became more passionate and demanding, Steve found himself lying between Jenny’s legs, his cock was once more hard and full of life and pressing at her entrance. He groaned; they had only ever got themselves Bycasino deneme bonusu off using their mouths and hands, but right now he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside her hot tight pussy, to make love to her; to make her his completely. But he, knew he shouldn’t; they had already gone too far as it was, she was his sister!

Jenny moaned as she felt herself becoming aroused again, she ran her hands over Steve’s shoulders and back, she felt what she thought was his fingers at her entrance and shifted to let them in, but then she gasped when she realised that it was his cock. Jenny groaned with frustration, how could something so forbidden, feel so good. She ached inside with the longing, the burning desire to feel him become one with her.

“Steve…I want…I need more,” she tried to explain, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Oh god, me too,” Steve groaned, “I want you so much it hurts.”

Jenny shifted and opened herself up, “Steve…please,” she begged, as she pushed down onto his cock. “I want to…I want to feel you in me,”

As he felt the tip of his cock slip in further into her heat, Steve groaned and his self control gave way. He pulled back and with one big thrust he found himself buried deep inside sister’s hot tight pussy. He heard her sigh softly. It felt incredible. Holding still for a moment, he looked down at his sister, to find her eyes were shining, filled with love.

“Oh god Jenny, you’re so tight,” he said huskily, kissing her softly as he began to move, back and forth, savouring the tightness of her pussy. He had wanted to do this for so long.

Jenny could hardly believe what was happening; she had secretly dreamed this, for Steve to be inside her, loving her, and now he was.

“Oh Steve, this feels so incredible, oh god I know this is so wrong, but it just feels so right,” she told him as she began to meet his thrusts. Her body felt like it was on fire, burning with forbidden desires that had been consuming her for so long. She urged her brother on, tightening her inner muscles around his cock.

Steve began to thrust harder and deeper, Jenny’s legs moved higher around his waist, giving him better access. He slipped a hand between their sweat covered bodies, and began to rub and press down her clit. Her moans became louder as he began to loose control, pounding into her hard.

Jenny cried out, her whole body convulsing with the force of the huge orgasm that hit her.

Steve tried to hold off coming as her pussy squeezed his cock, he shut his eyes and concentrated, and was just able to ride her orgasm out, before with a loud groan, he quickly pulled out her and thrust three times spilling his seed onto her stomach.

“Why did you do that?” Jenny was surprised at this; she had expected him to come inside her. “You could have come in me, I am on the pill,” she informed him.

“I did not know,” Steve explained panting as he rolled onto the bed beside her, “and I did not want to risk you getting pregnant,” he added.

“Oh, ok,” Jenny said thankfully, pleased that her brother had thought about this. “Maybe next time you can stay in me,” she added hoping that there would be a next time.

Steve leaned over and kissed her softly, “Mmm, definitely next time,” he promised her, pleased that she was already considering a next time.

It was not long before they both fell asleep wrapped in each others arms; now they were lovers as well as brother and sister.

*****

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He glances over at her from the driver’s side. She is so damn sexy right now. Mary Janes, thigh high stockings, a big butt plug filling her ass, a white button up shirt with no bra underneath, sucking on the lollipop he gave (really ordered) her to suck on, and pig tails.

This was a big day. She was being Punished with a capitol P. She had been so bratty lately, trying to manipulate him with her big blue eyes, throwing tantrums when she should be a good girl, and constantly pushing her boundaries with him.

He thinks of what is coming and tries to suppress a grin, today is going to push her right back. Will she be a good little girl? This punishment would stretch her boundaries. But it was on the list, admittedly he was modifying it a bit, but it was on the list.

They kept a laptop by the bed, it was her idea. This laptop contained everything about their kink life, including lists. Lists of punishments that she would submit too, ranked by how naughty she thought she had to be to earn it. Lists of things she wants to do, list of things she would be willing to let him lead her into if he was there to be strong and guide her.

The great thing and also big problem with the lists is that they evolved. She was constantly revising them based off of her mood, sometimes she would put things down and take them back repeatedly. A lot of these lists were done in bed when she was on a post climax high based on things he had whispered in her ear to turn her on while her lower body was wiggling in excitement.

This punishment was a combination of two things that sometimes went off the list, but always came back and they had discussed both in bed and out. He knew she wanted to try with him there, but was a little fearful he was going to be pushing her trust today.

He smiles and stops that train of thought. It comes down to she wants to be his special girl and she needs the discipline, love and authority that comes with that. She has given that to him, and has been a very happy girl since she made the decision.

Naughty

She was glancing out the window; she was so excited she was practically bouncing on the seat. Daddy was taking her on an adventure and gave her a lollipop. She had some doubts, daddy said this was punishment but she was not convinced. She can’t imagine what sort of punishment would have her dressed this way and Bycasino involve driving somewhere. She was not worried, she had daddy wrapped around her little finger.

She knew he was frustrated with her lately because she can’t seem to stop herself from being bratty and trying to manipulate him with how sexy he found her. It was wrong, but she could not seem to help herself, even when she was being his wife and not his naughty girl.

She was very surprised when he parked the car in a very naughty part of town, with adult toy stores and strip clubs. She started to worry a bit, she trusted daddy, but was not into public displays.

Daddy had her get out of the car, grabbed her hand and pulled her into what appeared to be a very sleazy hotel. She breathed a sigh of relief that they were not going into one of the other buildings.

He went straight to the stairs. She got nervous the way the hotel clerk eyed her clearly having some very grown up naughty thoughts. She pulled on her skirt and hoped he could not see the plug up her ass.

Daddy knocked on a door, then opened it he pushed her into the room in front of him. On the bed was a very large naked man with a rock hard cock covered with a condom. He was rubbing lube on it.

She backed up and hit daddy, who whispered in her ear to remember this was on her list and while this was Punishment with a capitol P, she needs to trust her daddy.

Daddy puts his hands on the top of her blouse, and rips her shirt open so he can pull it down under her breasts displaying them. He pushes her towards the man and tells her to do what the big man says.

She hesitantly steps forward and the man on the bed says “I hear you have been naughty and need to be punished. I get to punish you today. Come closer.”

She moves closer, but she is scared.

The big man tells her to turn around and bend over so he can see her ass and her pussy. She does not move, she is paralyzed and stunned. She does not want this. The big man’s hands reach out pinch her nipples and twists. It hurts.

He says, “Turn around and bend over now.”

As she does, she looks at daddy. He smiles and nods his head to show her she is doing well so far. She starts to feel a little better.

A hard slap to the ass gets her attention.

“Move towards me Naughty Girl so I can lube you.” He orders Bycasino giriş her.

She does as instructed, not wanting to disobey and see what punishment could be worse. A rough finger probes her pussy.

“Good, we definitely need lube. This is punishment, what sort of punishment would it be if you were sopping wet?” He asks.

He liberally lubes her pussy, and abruptly pulls out the butt plug. He asks daddy if he should lube her ass, and Daddy says no. Daddy is the only person who ever touch’s her ass.

The big man stops and tells her to turn around and look at him.

“You have been a bad girl, and your daddy has agreed to let me punish you. Our arrangement is I get to fuck you one time, until I cum. If you continue to outright defy your daddy and manipulate him, I get to punish you again and again with fewer boundaries every time until you obey. You don’t want that, because I love doing naughty things to girls like you. I am very, very good at punishing. Do you understand naughty girl?” He lectures.

She shakes her head yes.

“Will you take the punishment like the big girl your tits indicate you are?” He asks.

She shakes her head yes.

“Climb up and sit on the tip of my cock.” He tells her.

She climbs on him. She has to use her hands to position herself on his cock.

“You will keep your eyes open so you can see who is fucking you naughty girl.” He says as he places both hands on her hips, and uses them to push her down on his rock hard cock.

She gasps in surprise at the invasion of someone else’s cock in daddy’s pussy. He is not gentle, prodding her up and pulling her down rough. He smiles as he fucks her. Whenever she tries to look away, a hard smack on her ass reminds her to look at him as he takes her so she can’t pretend it is daddy in her head. She hates the man, but knows that daddy is right in punishing her. This just is not the punishment she would have chosen. Her pussy is getting dry and sex with the big man is getting uncomfortable. He seems to know what she is thinking, smiles bigger and pinches one of her nipples hard.

After a bit he looks behind her and nods. Daddy comes up behind her and asks if she has had enough.

She says “Yes. Please Daddy. I will be good.”

He starts massaging her breasts. She relaxes a bit, and leans towards daddy. She starts to enjoy Bycasino deneme bonusu herself with daddy there. Daddy whispers in her ear that he is proud of his special girl, and since she has been good she gets a special treat. He tells her to lean close to the big man.

With daddy touching her things are exciting, so she leans towards the big man. The big man pulls her down on his cock, and she feels daddy press his cock on her ass hole. She stiffens. She has never had two penis’s. She and daddy have been talking about this, but she did not expect it to happen this way. Daddy tells her it is ok, they both know she longs for his cock. She is a little nervous, but daddy and she have used toys for double penetration before, and she loves having both her ass and pussy filled with toys and Daddy’s cock.

He slowly pushes his way into her ass. It is so very tight with the big man’s cock in her pussy. The big man moans as daddy’s cock pushes in to make her tighter. When daddy is all the way in they hold still for a minute to get used to the sensation of two cocks. She feels so full; she smiles and thinks she could like this.

Daddy pulls out a little and as daddy starts to push in again, the big man pulls out and she moans. She is so excited; she has her daddy’s cock up her ass. She can feel her wetness growing as daddy and the big man start to get in rhythm, the sensation as the heads of their cocks meet is incredible. Her pussy is really sensitive because of the dry fucking and as it gets wetter, the sensations are stronger than usual.

The big man and daddy must like it too because it does not take long for them to both thrust their cocks inside of her and cum at the same time. Daddy orders her to cum and she does. The orgasm is incredible with two cocks.

Daddy pulls her from the big man and lays her on the bed and starts using his mouth on her clit. She thrusts up and grabs the bed cover at the sensations. It is so intense right after an orgasm. He pushes her pelvis down and tells her to pull her legs up and apart as much as possible. She does and feels the butt plug fill her back up, sealing daddy’s cum in her ass. She cums again. He keeps sucking her clit and starts to finger her, she keeps cumming, and enters multiple orgasm mode.

Daddy gets hard again as his special girl is writhing on the bed, he pushes his cock deep inside her wetness and fucks her hard until his orgasm joins hers. As they drift off into a contented nap, she realizes the big man is gone and she hopes that she never has to see him again. She and daddy will have to find another play partner for double penetration sessions.

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When I was nineteen, I had an encounter with a stranger that has remained my most erotic sexual experience. It was at a gig at the Astoria in London, a band I’d been following around the country with my mates – they were called Firestorm and we thought they were the most exciting musical phenomenon we’d ever come across! Well – they weren’t bad looking too, which had a lot to do with it.

This particular gig was in August. We had another few months of summer before we all fragmented off to universities up and down the country. The weather was sultry and hot, even more so in London without the cool Sussex breeze in the evenings, and as we headed up on the train that evening we were all dressed more for the beach than the city. Karen was wearing shorts and a t shirt, her sister Lindsay a bikini top and a denim skirt. I was wearing my favourite dress, a short white cotton sundress that showed off my tanned legs. I’d been swimming with a club for the last few months and I was fit and toned. My hair was long then, before I had it cut short, and I was itching with the anticipation of seeing my favourite band.

We arrived ridiculously early and queued by the doors to be sure of getting a good place in front of the stage. Firestorm hadn’t played London since New Year, and they’d had a lot of radio coverage since then. Within minutes of us arriving, the queue stretched round the block, a full hour before the doors were due to open.

I spotted him while we were sitting on the steps waiting to get in. He was about twenty people back from us, just a bit taller than me, blond hair, tanned like me, fit like me. Actually I spotted him because he was wearing a “Demons” t-shirt and black jeans – the t-shirt was from one of Firestorm’s earliest gigs, “Demons” was their first album. Not many people had a copy of the album, let alone a t-shirt. I’d been coveting one they’d been offering in a competition in their newsletter. I recognised a true soulmate and gave him my widest smile.

To my delight, he smiled back, a warm, wide, sexy smile that made my heart beat faster. The sun was going down now and a sudden cool breeze blew, and I self-consciously crossed my arms across my chest as the sudden coolness made my nipples harden to little points. He saw this and his smile turned into a grin. I blushed furiously, but there was something about his smile that made me feel just a little bit frisky.

Just then the doors opened behind us and we all leapt to our feet, sprinting through the corridors and merchandising to the main stage area. We were fast but so was everyone else – within five minutes the arena was heaving with people, already starting the chant: “where’s the Storm… where’s the Storm…” and I’d all but forgotten about the lad with the sexy smile…

Once the gig had started, chaos broke loose. The noise was phenomenal, as it usually was, my ears would be singing for the rest of the week. The crowd roared their way through most of the songs, swaying like a living mass from side to side. I was held up on all sides by other people, but I wasn’t scared – I’d done this so many times before. There were moments when my feet left the floor and eventually touched down again several Bycasino metres further away. It was exhilarating.

I lost sight of the others a few tracks in. Karen had been right at the front, gripping the crush barrier for dear life, right under Simon’s mike, gazing up at her hero. Lindsay was gradually pushed over to the left. As for me, I was about ten people back from the front of the stage, in the most scary place of all, the middle of the heaving throng.

When the lights dimmed and the cool guitar riff of ‘Cold-Hearted Lover’ started, the pressure eased around me and – bizarrely – I felt a soft kiss on my neck from the person behind. I looked round and the lad with the sexy smile was behind me. I smiled at him and he snaked his arms around me from behind, holding me against the length of him. We were both damp with sweat, that lovely Demons shirt damp and smelling of lovely masculine warmth. My heart was thudding like mad, with the sheer thrill of it. Being touched by the massed throng was one thing, but this intimate contact with a complete stranger was quite another. I put my hands over his and he let his fingers twist through mine, squeezing them. He dropped his head to my shoulder and breathed into my ear. Even above the voices raised in the chorus “…don’t need a cold-hearted, kick-started lover, oh no….” I heard his whisper, “You’re lovely. What’s your name?”

But before I could answer the song drew to its achingly lovely close, and the crowd erupted again with cheers and applause, deafening us both. I wriggled round so I was facing him, slipped my arms up around his neck and kissed him deeply. Pressed tightly against his body, I felt him harden more against my tummy. One of his hands gripped my bum, pulling me up into him even more, the other hand threaded through my hair which piled down my back in soft, damp waves. The humidity in here was making it go curly.

When the next song started I released him and twisted round to the front again. His expression told me all I needed to know. He was dazed now, by that kiss. Firestorm started up ‘Losers’ and the crowd went berserk – this was my favourite too, and I started to move my body in time to the heavy bass – along with everyone else. It was as if we were all part of the same body. His arm went around my waist, his free hand dropped to my thigh, moving slowly up my warm skin, making me feel hot and breathless. I lifted one arm up and felt for his head, snaking my arm around his neck, tilting my head back onto his shoulder. I pushed back a little with my bum, grinding my hips into his hardness, which was growing bigger and hotter by the minute.

“… so we’re all just losers… in the Game of Life… you and me babe, you and me… we’re all losers in the end….”

His hand had pushed my skirt up and had slipped underneath, and now it was moving to the front, skimming across my knickers which were wet with the sweat of all these hot bodies. I gasped a little and pushed back even more, knowing what was coming next…

He hooked one finger under my knicker elastic and pulled it to one side, allowing access to my pussy which was just aching to be explored. I felt his fingers feeling Bycasino giriş for my clit, finding the right place and then starting a rhythmic circular motion, just the right pressure. Totally in time to the music, it felt like the music was inside me, the sensations pulsing through my whole body, from the vibrations in the floor travelling up through my legs to his gentle, insistent fingers. I turned my head a little and he was there, watching me, not watching the band – totally absorbed in what he was doing. I licked his cheek and he took my mouth with his, in a deep, sensuous kiss, while all around us people danced and swayed and yelled and screamed.

‘Losers’ came to its sudden end and there was more chaos. For a moment his hand was knocked away from its activity and we were almost torn apart by the crowds moving suddenly to the right. He’d got me around the waist still and as my feet left the floor he held me up and kept hold until the crowd settled down into the next number.

Once he decided I wasn’t going to be snatched away again, he dropped both his hands to my hips, directing the grinding motion of my bum and pulling me back against him. Then before I knew much about it, he’d lifted my skirt, hooked his thumbs under my knicker elastic and pulled them right down! They dropped to my knees and since I was still being held up by the crowd there was no way I was going to be able to bend down and retrieve them. At the same moment I realised I was in danger of tripping over if the crowd suddenly moved away, so I did the only thing I could do. I wriggled so they dropped to my ankles and stepped out of them. Some caretaker would find them later, I guessed…

Something about the hot draft on my bare pussy was making me incredibly horny. I wanted to be fucked hard, preferably now. I felt behind me for those black jeans. Despite the noise from the crowd I heard him gasp when I undid the buttons of his fly and freed his cock. My hand held it firmly behind my back, feeling its size. It was huge, and hard as stone, hot and damp already, a droplet on the head dribbling over my thumb. I started a slow, firm stroke, up and down, wanking him to the beat of ‘Yours and Mine’…. His hand was on my pussy again, his fingers rubbing me harder and faster, still in time to the frenetic beat.

When I was so close to coming I thought I was going to faint, he pushed my hand away suddenly, lifted my skirt at the back. I was pushed slightly and his arm grabbed my waist again, keeping me steady. I knew what he was doing and leaned over a little to help him get access.

Then I felt his huge cock between my legs, slipping down between my thighs. He pulled back a little and this time it slid up between my ass cheeks, that whole part of me was just sopping wet and slippery by this time it was going to be hard to get him inside me.

Now, suddenly, I felt my pussy filled with a huge, hard cock and I gasped at the feel of it. My skirt dropped down to my thighs again, covering us both up, which was good because Firestorm had started another slow song and the crowd had slowed and parted a little. The lights went right down, so you could only just see people’s Bycasino deneme bonusu faces in the glow from the stage.

Now he started fucking me seriously from behind, gliding in and out of me in long sensuous strokes, almost all the way out, then slamming back into my pussy with force. I was pushing back onto him as hard as he was pushing into me. If it hadn’t been for the noise of the crowd, you would have heard our bodies slapping together.

I felt juices running down my leg – not sure if it was sweat, or come, or just the product of my lust. One hand around my waist, guiding me, the other slipped under my skirt again and felt for my clit, rubbing me hard and fast with the side of his thumb.

The combination of his hot prick pumping me and his fingers rubbing my clit made me come suddenly and I screamed out with the force of it. Just then the song ended again and everyone was screaming so it didn’t matter. He held onto me tightly while I bucked against him, throwing my body back onto his cock. He nearly lost his footing when I pushed back on him suddenly. His thrusting got faster and I think it was the force of my orgasm gripping his hot cock that made him start to come too…

I felt his come spurting inside me like a hot jet as he yelped in my ear and he pulled me back onto him hard, one last time.

Gasping for breath, holding on to his arm to keep myself from collapsing, I felt him ease himself out of my dripping pussy and with one hand pack his cock away into those black jeans…

We listened to the next song like that, dancing together, my hand on his arm, his warm come dribbling down the inside of my thigh, bodies all around us who had felt the force of our orgasms but not recognised them for what they were. We had fucked with people all around us dancing and singing and not one of them had noticed…

The gig was drawing to a crescendo as the band launched into their traditional final number, ‘Eye of the Storm’. All around us bodies thrashed and his grip on my waist kept slipping. Once or twice we lost each other totally, until I felt his hand grabbing at mine. Once I lost him and then saw him, clambering my way through people, throwing myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his body as the crowd held me up and pushed me against his body. I kissed him hard, licking his lips, nibbling at him, feeling his tongue pressing gently into mine, his arms under my bum holding me tightly up against him. He dropped me gently back to the floor to join in the applause, the pounding of thousands of feet on the floor, the arms waving in the air… I lost him again.

When I finally saw him, I hardly recognised him because he’d taken his t-shirt off! Then I saw the black ‘Demons’ t shirt in his fist, he was waving it at me, mouthing something inaudible above the noise. I grabbed at it, thinking he’d use it to pull me to him like a lifeline, but he let go of it just as I caught the end.

With a smile, he was gone completely, leaving me clutching the precious t- shirt.

After the encores, when the lights finally came on, I looked everywhere for my lover, but he had gone. I found Karen and Lindsay and we made our way back to Victoria, our bodies and clothes soaked with sweat. I put the wet ‘Demons’ t-shirt on over my dress, feeling the cool breeze swirling around my naked pussy, a secret smile on my face.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Karen demanded, madly jealous.

“My secret,” I replied.

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This story is from an experience I had 10-11 years ago. I was 24 at the time and the mature BBW in question was 52. Hope you enjoy…

It was the usual Friday night down at the Glory pub in Nelson, Lancashire – a Northern soul DJ was spinning the same tunes in the same order as he had been doing for years and the bar was busy with the same weird mix of younger punters using it as a starting off point before getting the bus or train into Burnley and the older crowd who were settled in for the night.

We were in there as part of the former – a few pints and a game of pool before heading to the bright lights of Burnley. We were having a good laugh with some of the regulars we knew, them taking the piss out of us and our ‘ways’.

As I stood around chatting with one of my mates, I caught sight of a group of women getting up to have a dance on the little makeshift dancefloor in front of the DJ’s set-up. I recognised them as semi-regulars.

One of the group caught my eye – a bigger, short dark-haired woman in her late 40s/maybe even early 50s with a nice round ass squeezed into a pair of black pants and some luscious looking tits bouncing about in an a****l-print blouse.

I’ve always had a thing for bigger girls and BBWs and especially, unbeknownst to my mates, older BBWs. I’d had plenty of one-night stands with BBWs my own age – heck, there were plenty to choose from in Burnley! – but had never shagged an older fatty.

As I was staring over, she clocked me looking at her, said something to her mate, giggled and then looked back over, giving me the eye. I quickly looked away and down at my pint before continuing my conversation.

We continued to exchange the odd glance for the next hour or so before my mates decided it was time to head into town. Draining what was left in my pint glass, I headed for the toilet for a quick pee before we jumped on the train into Burnley.

As I came out of the toilets, the woman I’d spied on the dancefloor was heading towards me.

“Heading into town now are we?” she asked.

“Yeah, looks like it,” I said.

“Shame, thought you might be tempted to shake your stuff on the dancefloor and liven this place up a bit,” she replied.

I laughed. “You’ve clearly never seen me on a dancefloor!”

“Sure you’ll find a nice slim bimbo to dance with in Burnley,” she said.

“That’s a shame – slim bimbos aren’t really my type,” I said, gaining a little confidence from the conversation. “I prefer my ladies with a little more to grab hold of.”

“Ladies not girls eh?” she said.

“Definitely. I reckon someone like you – for instance – could teach me a lot more than those bimbos in Burnley.”

“Is that right?” she laughed. “It’s a shame you’re leaving then isn’t it?” And with a glint in her eye she was passed me and into the ladies toilet.

“Who was that you were talking to?” my mate asked when I got back to the group.

“No-one,” I lied. “Just one of my mum’s mates from work.”

We got into Burnley just after 9 and mooched around a few places, chatting with some of the other groups we knew, downing a few shots and generally just have a good craic.

For some reason though, I couldn’t get the woman from the Glory out of my head. Sounds a bit daft really but I just wasn’t ‘feeling’ the night out tonight – I was daydreaming of taking the older chubby milf home for a good seeing to.

As the group headed towards another bar, Bycasino I decided to make my excuses and head home. I knew the last train would be leaving shortly so legged it to Burnley Central to try and catch it.

As I got off the train at Nelson I could hear a few people coming out of the Glory and knew I had time for a quick pint before Alan called last orders at 12.30.

I walked in and clocked that the woman from earlier was still in and sitting on her own at a table close to where the DJ was packing away his things. I grabbed a pint from the bar and wandered over to her, noticing a slight sparkle in her eye when she saw me.

“Not fancy anything in town then,” she said.

“Nah, not my thing like I say,” I replied. “How come you’re still here and on your own?”

“I’m just waiting for my taxi. The girl I was with was having some earache from her husband so had to go.”

“So now it’s your time to leave me then?” I said cheekily.

“Come with me if you want – maybe I can see if I can remember anything to teach you.”

At that point, the taxi driver popped his head inside the door and motioned towards where she was sitting. “You coming then or what?” she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.

Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She said “It’s been a while you know?”. “Since what?” I said.

“Since I’ve, you know, done it,” she whispered back.

“How long?” I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel.

“Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I’ve been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually,” she giggled, the night’s alcohol loosening her up.

“We’ll have to sort that out then won’t we?” I said, suddenly feeling emboldened by the situation.

As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out.

“My daughter is out with her friend and staying over,” she said. “So we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to pull my jacket off. I kissed her back and grabbed a good old feel of her arse before reaching down the front of her pants to stroke her pussy through her knickers.

She started moaning and opened her legs wider giving me better access. I continued to rub and felt that the front of her panties were already soaked. She started moaning loudly as my fingers probed her smooth lips (perhaps she’d shaved in case she got lucky?!) and slipped one and then two inside her pussy.

She fumbled about with the button on her pants and started to pull them down, taking the panties with them. “No, leave the panties up,” I said with a smirk. “I want to get those even wetter!”

“You dirty bastard!” she laughed as she backed herself up so she was sitting on her stairs.

It was my turn to slide my jeans open now, freeing my now rock-hard cock from my boxers and presenting it to her at the perfect height for her.

Reaching forward she pulled me towards her and fed my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking with the kind of intensity that clearly comes from not having had dick in three years!

She continued to gobble away at my dick for a few minutes when I could feel myself getting close. Not wanting to blow too soon, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up and spun her Bycasino giriş round, pushing her forward so she was doggy style on her stairs.

I started to stroke her pussy again through her panties before sliding them to one side and getting in behind her to give a good licking.

The howl she let out as my tongue started probing her pussy was a sound like I’d never heard before, her breathing got heavy and her moans were so loud I felt certain her neighbours must have though she was getting murdered!

I was having a right old time lapping away at her soaking pussy and it didn’t take long for her to tense up, let out a howl again and cum very hard indeed. Her juices were running down her pussy and onto her belly which was hanging down nicely and my chin and beard were soaked!

Sensing a chance to push her even further I stopped licking her pussy and started to slip her now-sodden knickers off her arse and down to her knees. As I was doing that I smiled to myself imagining what my mates would think of the scene – me spreading the arse cheeks of some fat milf quite literally old enough to be my mother!

Knickers around her knees and her panting wildly in the afterglow of her orgasm, I pulled her cheeks apart and started licking her arse while plunging my fingers into her pussy and rooting around like I was trying to stuff a turkey!

This drove her wild once again and she bucked and moved around like a puppy in a sack as I continued to lick and probe her arse with my tongue. She was panting heavily and between heavy breaths she letting out a****listic noises. “You dirty bastard, what are you trying to do to me?” she grunted as I could feel her pussy clenching around my three fingers as they moved in and out bringing her closer and closer to second orgasm.

“Stick that cock inside me,” she urged in between the grunting noises and the deep guttural sounds she was making.

“I’ve no johnnies,” I said, suddenly remembering I didn’t have any on me. “I don’t think you need to worry about me getting pregnant, not at my age,” she giggled. “I need that cock and I need it now!”

Never one to want to disappoint a lady, I pulled my jeans down and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, moving it in and out at a pace which got quicker as her moans got louder.

Feeling brave – and wanting to test her – I started to ease my finger into her arse. After a little bit of resistance I finally worked it in and start slowly easing it in and out before picking up the pace. It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to start and her pussy tighten around my cock.

Removing my cock from her pussy and finger from her arse, I pulled her knickers back over her bum and lifted her unsteadily to her feet. Her eyes full of lust, I guided her to the front room and she flopped down in an armchair, panting heavily and clearly not done yet.

I pulled off her shoes and black pants and threw them to one side. I pulled down her knickers again but rather than taking them off, I left them dangling off one ankle as I lifted her legs over each chair arm so her pussy and arse was splayed open and twitching as it waited for the next assault.

Realising I’d been spending all my time downstairs, I unbuttoned her blouse, cast it aside and pulled one of tits out of her bra and let it flop out. She had a large areola and her nipple was rock hard and clearly very sensitive judging by the noises she Bycasino deneme bonusu was making as I sucked and licked away at it.

I moved my hand back down to her swollen pussy lips continued to work my fingers in, out and around her pussy making her twitch and moan again.

Being a bit of an oral fiend, I slide back onto the floor and resumed my position with my head between her wide open legs alternating my licking between her pussy and her arsehole.

I knew she was enjoying it, not only because of the noises she was making but because she kept grabbing my head and holding me down.

I managed to work a finger back into her arse and picked up a nice rhythm, working my finger in and out as licked and sucked her clit and swollen pussy lips.

Just as she was reaching another climax and her moans were reaching a crescendo I heard what sounded like the front door open and then slam close. She clearly heard it too and in a moment of panic she clenched her arse tight around my finger and started trying to stifle her moans.

Not quite realising what was happening, I turned to face the door only to see what I presumed to be her 19-year-old daughter stood there with a friend. The pair of them stood there in a kind of shock at the scene in front of them.

And understandably so. Here was one of the girls’ mum, legs spread over the arms of a chair with a boy – nearer to their age than hers – between her legs with a finger working its way in and out of her arse. Oh and with a tit flopped out of a bra and a pair of soaking wet knickers hanging off an ankle.

“Muuum!” the girl shouted. “What the fuck…” before turning on her heels and stomping upstairs, followed by her mate who was clearly trying to hide a smirk of some description.

To add to the humiliation of the situation for my one-night stand, as I pulled my finger out of her arse with a plop, the sudden loss of air pressure meant she let out a fart. The shame of that seemed to push her over the edge and with a weak whimper and a groan she gave into the orgasm she’d been trying to stop, covering her face with her hands to hide the embarrassment.

Sensing that as my cue to leave, I got dressing in silence as she collected her things and tried to make herself look decent. I scribbled my number of a scrap of paper and left it on the arm of a sofa as I made my exit with a mumbled goodbye.

I walked home, still horny and got into bed before tossing one off playing out the scene in my head.

It was Tuesday before I heard from her. A text to say that she was still reliving the moment in her head – equal parts shame and horniness from getting caught.

I got a couple more texts off her over the course of the week, one telling me that she was so horny she was led on her bed rubbing her pussy while sticking a hairbrush handle in and out of her arse and one describing the absolute shame she felt when she walked into the kitchen to find two of her daughter’s friends giggling over what she knew was scene from last Saturday night.

Apparently she’d heard the girl who caught us say something like ‘up her arse’ before the pair clammed up as she entered the room.

After a minute or so of very awkward small talk – and smirks from the two girls – she said she had to run upstairs to her room and sort herself out, fantasizing about the two girls watching us.

She said her daughter hadn’t spoken to her for a couple of days but soon came round when she needed to borrow some cash for some new make-up and they never spoke of it again.

I saw her once or twice in the Glory before I moved to Manchester and it was another couple of years before I saw her again… but that’s a story for another time…

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Emily, Jenny, Chloe, and Madison were all loving their freshman year of college. The four 18-year-olds had met in an intro to poetry class, quickly bonding and forming a small clique. After the girls became friends, they started strategizing to get dates with the only four boys in the class, who were all super-cute: Ryan, Simon, Noah, and Lucas. When they were together, they almost looked like a boy band. Within the first few weeks of school, they had managed to pull it off: Emily ended up with Ryan, Jenny with Simon, Chloe with Noah, and Madison with Lucas. It probably had something to do with the fact that the girls were all stunning, with tight, athletic bodies, perky tits, and round butts.

The girls started a weekly tradition of having a “girls night” every Friday. They all hung out at Madison’s apartment and gossiped together, quickly becoming completely open about their lives and relationships.

“Ryan is soooo sweet to me,” Emily told them one girls night. “The other day, he woke me up with breakfast in bed.”

“Awww, that’s so adorable!” Jenny said. “Simon’s the same way. He’ll take me out anywhere I want to go and he always pays for everything, he’s such a gentleman.”

“We’re, like, so lucky,” Chloe agreed. “Noah even likes doing really girly things with me, like shopping for new clothes and stuff. He doesn’t get bored like all the guys I dated in high school.”

“I can’t believe we all found such cute, sweet boyfriends in the same class,” Madison said. She smiled a little mischievously. “I love walking into class with Lucas and seeing all the other girls staring. You can tell they’re sooo jealous.”

The other girls laughed. They had all experienced the same thing.

“I bet they think we’re all having such great sex all the time,” Madison continued.

They laughed again, but this time it felt a little forced, like they were all holding something back. Madison noticed this and saw it as an opportunity to talk about something that had been bothering her.

“The thing is,” she said, “even though Lucas is super-cute, he’s not exactly…well…I don’t know how to put it…”

“It’s okay,” Emily said encouragingly. “We’re all, like, best friends now. You can tell us anything!”

This made Madison feel more comfortable, so she sighed and pushed ahead. “Well, I mean, I don’t want to sound like a total slut or anything,” Madison said. “But I had sex with, like, most of the cute boys in my high school.”

“No judgment, girl,” Jenny said. “I did too.” The other girls laughed and agreed.

Madison smiled. “Well, so, I feel like I have a pretty good sense of the range of different, ya know, sizes…down there…” The girls nodded, giggling a little. “And, um, I’ve never been with a guy who is even close to as small as Lucas.”

“Oh no,” Chloe said sympathetically.

“I mean, I know I’m supposed to say size doesn’t matter,” Madison said. “And it’s not like I’m some size queen who needs 10 inches or something, but Lucas is like…” She held up her finger and thumb about 3 inches apart, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing. The other girls did too. “I mean, that’s, like, really small, right?”

“Ummm, definitely. That’s, like, a micropenis,” Emily answered, and they all laughed again. “But, um, I’m actually so glad you said something, because Ryan kind of has the same problem. He’s like…” She held her thumb and finger about 4 inches apart. “And, uh, that is definitely not enough to get me off.”

The laughter continued. “Well, Simon is close to average sized, I guess,” Jenny said. “But we’ve actually been having our own issues in bed. He, um, well…he just cannot seem to last longer than 5 minutes, no matter what I do!” She laughed, and the other girls joined her. “It’s really bad. Half the time, he, like, cums in his pants just from me rubbing him!”

“Seriously?” Madison asked, in disbelief.

“Yes!” Jenny said. “He says it’s because I’m, like, the hottest girl he’s ever been with and he just gets so excited and can’t control it. He’s super sweet about it, but I keep having to get myself off after he finishes!”

“Well…you think that’s bad?” Chloe said. The girls all turned to her in anticipation. “At least your boyfriends all get hard! Noah seriously cannot get it up.”

“Oh wow, you win!” Emily exclaimed, almost crying with laughter. “I’m sorry, Chloe, but that’s, like, pretty pathetic.”

“I know it is!” Chloe agreed. “I dress super sexy for him and everything, but nothing seems to work.”

“This is ridiculous!” Madison said. “Not to sound conceited, but we’re all, like, super-hot college girls! And we all found sweet, cute boyfriends, but none of us are getting good sex?”

“Yeah, this is crazy!” Chloe agreed. “Do you think we should, like, break up with them?”

They all looked at each other, thinking about it. “I dunno,” Madison said. “I really do like Lucas. In most ways, he’s exactly the type of guy I’ve always dreamed of being with. He’s smart and funny and sweet.”

“Yeah,” Bycasino Emily said. “Ryan’s definitely the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. Other guys are such jerks.”

“Totally,” Jenny agreed. “Why is it that the boys in high school who could get me off the best were always the biggest, dumbest, most arrogant jerks?”

The other girls all nodded and agreed. “I just wish there was a way to keep dating our boyfriends but, ya know, get what we need from other guys who can actually satisfy us,” Chloe said.

“There is a way, Chloe, it’s called cheating,” Madison joked.

They all laughed. When the laughter died down, there was an awkward silence as they all thought more seriously about what Madison had said. Finally, Jenny broke the silence and asked, “Um, anyway, change of subject. Uh, have any of you ever seen that guy who runs around the quad in the morning in just his running shorts?”

“Oh my god, yes!” Chloe answered. The other girls nodded in agreement. “He’s sooo hot.”

“Totally!” Emily said. “And his…ya know…” She trailed off and blushed.

Madison giggled. “Oh my god, I know! You can totally see it, like, flopping around in his shorts! He definitely doesn’t have Lucas’s problem, that’s for sure!”

They laughed. “Well, my friend Katie, she’s a junior and she’s in a sorority, and she told me all about him,” Jenny said.

The girls were excited to hear this. “What’s his name?” Emily asked.

“Brad,” Jenny answered. “He’s a senior, he’s in a frat, and he’s on the football team.”

Jenny mentioned the frat that he was in, and Chloe interjected. “Oh, there’s a really hot guy in my bio class named Steve who’s in that frat too!”

“Really?” Jenny said. “Yeah, it must have a lot of hot guys in it. My ex-boyfriend from high school, Mark, he goes here too, and he just got into the same frat. And, I mean, we don’t really hang out anymore, but he’s definitely super-sexy.”

Emily giggled. “Sounds like you miss him,” she teased.

“Actually, Lucas’s older brother Chris is in that frat too!” Madison added. “But Lucas says Chris’s a real jerk to him, so that’s why Lucas hasn’t pledged.”

Jenny laughed. “Well, anyway, according to my friend Katie, Brad is, like, amaaazing in bed.”

“Oh wow,” Madison said. “So she’s dating him?”

“Nope,” Jenny said. “She tried, but he told her that he could never commit to just one girl. But, ya know, she has fun with him every now and then.”

“Wow, that must be so hot,” Emily said, “One time, I saw him running while I was tanning on the quad, and I was just wearing a pair of running shorts and my sports bra. And, well…he smiled and winked at me.”

“What??” Chloe said, almost squealing. “Oh my god, Emily, he wants you!”

“You think so?” Emily asked.

“Um, definitely,” Madison agreed. “I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a super hot freshman girl. Guys like him love to get with girls like us.”

“Oh, wow, you really think so?” Emily said thoughtfully.

“Katie told me he picks up girls all the time when he goes out on runs,” Jenny said. “I bet all you’d need to do is wink back at him and flirt with him a little and he’d take you back to his place.”

Emily giggled and blushed. “Umm, wow, that sounds kind of amazing. He’s one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen,” she said. “But, I mean, I could never do that to Ryan.”

The other girls exchanged a skeptical look. “Emily,” Madison said. “That’s really sweet of you and everything, but you just said Ryan’s way too small to get you off. And, well, we know for sure Brad won’t disappoint in that area!” The girls laughed.

She thought about it, but was still not convinced. “I dunno…wouldn’t it be, like, wrong?”

“Listen,” Jenny said. “These are, like, special circumstances. None of us are gonna judge you at all, right?” The other girls nodded in agreement. “And, like, you deserve good sex, right?”

“Well…yeah,” Emily agreed.

“And Ryan isn’t giving that to you, right?” Jenny continued.

“Definitely not,” Emily agreed.

“And what Ryan doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” Madison added.

“I guess…” Emily said, now considering it.

“Well, okay then, it’s decided!” Chloe said. “Let’s talk about what you should wear.”

Emily paused, thought about it for a second, then smiled.

***

The next day, Emily lay out on the quad in the same spot she had seen Brad before. She wore a pair of tight denim cut-off shorts and a red bikini top that tightly cupped her perky breasts. She knew she looked good.

Emily waited anxiously for Brad to appear on his usual morning run, until finally she spotted him running down the far side of the quad in just a pair of mesh shorts. Emily squinted, taking in his sweaty, muscular body. As he got closer, she stared at his big dick flopping around in his shorts as he ran. She felt her pussy getting wet. Any remaining doubts she had about cheating on Ryan quickly vanished from her mind.

As Brad made his way down the quad, he saw Emily staring at him. When he got close, Bycasino giriş he winked at her. Emily smiled, winked back, and waved, looking Brad up and down and biting her lower lip sexily.

Brad smiled confidently, slowed down and stopped in front of Emily. She looked up at him as he caught his breath, his muscular, shirtless body dripping with sweat. She thought about all the other girls he picked up on his runs, and how he must have seen the same look of desire and desperation on their faces. “Hey, I’m Brad,” he said cockily. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

Emily propped herself up on her elbows, pushing her chest out. “Hi, I’m Emily.”

Brad openly fondled his crotch in front of her, grinning as he saw Emily stare. “Um, hello. My eyes are up here, Emily,” he said with a laugh.

Emily blushed and giggled. “Um, sorry. It’s, like, hard not to notice.”

“Happens all the time,” he said, still fondling himself. “You like what you see?”

She bit her lower lip again and stared openly at his crotch. “Well…I’ve never seen one that big before,” she said. It was true. She’d been with plenty of guys in high school, but none like this.

“Yeah?” Brad asked, holding a hand out to pick her up. “Come back to my place and I’ll give you a closer look.”

Emily was a little stunned at how direct he was being, but she could only nod and raise her hand up. Brad’s strong arm pulled her up swiftly, making her stumble into his body. Her hand slid against his hard, sweaty six-pack abs. In no time, she was walking back to Brad’s apartment, ready to do whatever he wanted. As soon as they got to his place, he plopped down on his couch, spread his legs, and said simply, “On your knees.”

Brad’s place was a mess. Emily had to kick a couple empty beer cans out of the way to make space in front of him, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to see Brad’s big dick.

She stared as his mesh shorts began tenting up, then reached up to pull them down. But Brad stopped her, grabbing her wrist firmly and saying, “Not so fast. Take your top off first.” He let her go and she happily undid her bikini top for him, letting it fall to the ground. She loved showing her body off for this stud. Brad grinned and said, “Good girl. Now you can take it out.”

She again reached up to pull Brad’s shorts down, but just then, her phone began to ring. She let out a sigh and said, “Sorry, let me just check who it is.” She pulled her phone out and saw it was Ryan. “Oh, shit, it’s my boyfriend,” she blurted out.

Brad laughed. “Seriously? You have a boyfriend?” Emily giggled, embarrassed. “Such a bad girl. Well, go ahead and answer it. Wouldn’t want him to worry.”

Emily looked up at him, surprised, then looked at her phone as it kept ringing. Frustrated that he was calling at such an inconvenient time, she rolled her eyes and answered it. “Hello?” she said, a little edge of irritation in her voice.

“Hi, Emily,” she heard Ryan say on the other end. As he spoke, she watched Brad pull his shorts down and let his perfect 9-inch erection bounce out in front of Emily’s face. Her mouth fell open in awe as Ryan continued: “I was just calling to see what you were up to and say I was missing you.”

“Um…oh…uh,” Emily stammered as Brad grinned down at her and tapped her forehead demeaningly a few times with his cock. “Um, thanks, sweetie,” she said finally, at the same time wrapping her hand around Brad’s dick. She stared in awe as her fingers could barely fit all the way around it. “I miss you too.”

“So what’re you up to?” Ryan asked.

Emily smiled mischievously up at Brad. “Oh, ya know, not much,” she said, starting to stroke Brad’s dick up and down. She knew she should feel bad, but it was actually giving her a thrill to be doing something so naughty. And having only experienced Ryan’s tiny penis the whole time since she’d been in college, she couldn’t help but love the way Brad’s thick cock felt in her hand. She touched the tip of it to her lips and told Ryan, “I’m just having some breakfast.” Then she wrapped her lips around the thick, spongy head of Brad’s dick.

Brad threw his head back in pleasure as Emily started sliding her lips a couple inches down his cock. He could hear Ryan on the phone asking, “Oh, what are you having?”

Emily saw Brad stifling his laughter as she brought her mouth off his dick with a little slurp and said, “Ummm, just a banana. It’s a really big one though.” She immediately slid her mouth back down as far as it would go. She was able to take about three-quarters of it on her first try, which made her feel proud. She took it back out, making another slurping sound, and asked Ryan, “Um, how did your classes go yesterday?”

This got Ryan talking for a while, giving Emily the opportunity to eagerly start bobbing her head up and down on Brad’s dick. She pushed herself to take more and more of it until finally she was pressing her nose into his pubes and inhaling his amazing, masculine scent. She loved the way she could feel his dick going all the way down her throat, and thought Bycasino deneme bonusu about how Ryan’s little thing felt so pathetic by comparison.

“You’re such a good listener, baby,” Ryan was saying on the phone as Emily took Brad’s dick out of her mouth and started licking slowly up the length of his shaft.

“Mmhmmm,” Emily said as Brad brushed the hair out of her face. She looked up at him and smiled, rolling her eyes at Ryan continuing to talk on the phone. She let go of his cock for a second to make a “blah blah blah” motion with her hand. She knew she was being mean, but something about the fact that she was getting away with this was really turning her on.

As she went back to blowing him, Brad laughed a little, then said softly, “Does this loser ever shut the fuck up?”

“Um…what was that? Are you with somebody?” Ryan said on the phone, clearly having heard Brad.

Quickly, Emily popped Brad’s dick out of her mouth, smiling up at him and motioning for him to shush. “Oh, uh, nothing, honey, I just, uh, turned on the TV,” she said, trying to sound innocent.

“Oh…okay,” Ryan said, a little skeptically.

“Anyway, umm, what were you saying about your econ professor?” Emily prompted him, quicking returning to stroking Brad’s dick vigorously.

“Oh man, his class is sooo hard,” Ryan complained.

Having gotten through this close call, Emily felt emboldened. She put the phone down on the couch so that she could stroke with both hands. “Aw, I know what you mean, baby. Tell me all about it,” she said toward the phone. She started jerking Brad’s cock faster, loving how powerful it felt in her small hands.

As Ryan continued, Brad looked down at her and half-whispered, “You like being a bad girl, don’t you?”

Emily looked up at him with pure lust in her eyes and tongued the head of his cock as she stroked. She wasn’t even registering what Ryan was saying at this point.

“You want me to cum on that pretty little face while your boyfriend is listening?” Brad said softly.

Emily nodded desperately, stroking him faster. She felt like such a slut, but her panties were soaked.

“Fuck yeah, keep stroking that dick,” Brad said, not particularly quietly anymore. “I’m gonna spray those perfect tits of yours too, you little cheating slut.”

Emily pushed her naked chest out toward him and kept stroking. Soon, Brad let out a groan, and his first shot of cum landed right on Emily’s bouncing tits. Then she aimed his dick a little higher, closed her eyes, and stuck her tongue out. She felt him spray a few shots across her face and on her tongue. His cum tasted so good, somehow manlier than Ryan’s. “Mmmmm,” she couldn’t help but moan in delight.

Then she heard Ryan on the phone saying, “Um…hello? Hello? Sweetie?”

Quickly, she grabbed the phone and said, “Hey, baby, sorry, I just, um, I had to set the phone down for a second. That, uh, banana wasn’t enough so I had to get some yogurt too.” As she spoke, she was scooping up some of Brad’s cum off her tits and licking it off her finger.

“Oh…um, okay,” Ryan said.

She could tell he sounded a little weird, and she hoped he hadn’t heard too much. “You okay, sweetie?” she asked.

There was a pause, then Ryan said, “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Oh good,” she said. Playing with the cum dripping down her lips, she said, “Umm, you wanna hang out later?”

“Sure,” Ryan said. “Wanna come over to my place later?”

“Definitely,” Emily said. “I can’t wait to give you a big kiss!”

She saw Brad stifling laughter. “Yeah, me too,” Ryan said, sounding excited. He clearly must not have been able to hear anything.

“Okay, bye, sweetie!” Emily said, hanging up the phone. She and Brad both burst out laughing.

“Thanks, slut,” Brad said. “Clean yourself up and go give your boyfriend that kiss.”

***

The following Friday, Emily spilled the entire story of what happened with her and Brad. By the time she was done, the girls were all crying laughing.

“Oh my god,” Chloe said. “I can’t believe Ryan couldn’t hear you slobbering all over Brad’s dick!”

“Well, he did ask me about it again when I saw him later that day,” Emily said. “He seemed a little suspicious, but I convinced him nothing happened.”

“You’re so bad, Emily,” Madison said. “You couldn’t just cheat on your boyfriend, you had to make him listen while you did!”

“Hey, he called me!” Emily said with a little laugh. “It’s not my fault it happened to be when I had a nice, big dick in my hand.”

“Mmm,” Madison half-moaned, feeling a little jealous. “What was it like?”

“Sooo good,” Emily said. “I mean, it was like, more than twice as big as Ryan’s. And even though I only sucked on it, it was so much fun to play with.”

“How did you convince Ryan you weren’t doing anything bad?” Jenny asked.

Emily shrugged, a mischievous smile on her face. “I mean, he said he heard some weird sounds and a guy’s voice. But I just shrugged it off and said it must have been the TV. Then I started making out with him and he forgot all about it!” The girls laughed and gasped. “Honestly, I know it makes me sound like a total slut, but it was kind of a turn on kissing him and knowing that another guy’s cum had been dripping down my lips that morning.”

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Author’s note:

First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story. I greatly appreciate his help in improving the story and its readability.

Next, if you’ve read my earlier stories you’ll find this similar, but with a few differences.

The central theme in this story is still Female Domination, mostly teasing and orgasm denial. But there is also a Male Domination theme as well as cuckolding and CBT. The husband is a total wimp. It is a BDSM story! It is about a guy who is dominated, cuckolding, exposed to CBT and allows it to go on.

Originally this story was posted at two other sites where it was well received. One factor is it was in the category of Female Domination, one that Literotica doesn’t have. However the reception of my stories here at Literotica has been much less enthusiastic. Different tastes of the audience or whatever, I’m not really sure. I do know most of the negative comments have regarded the theme of the story, hence this note.

If you like the genre, great. I hope you’ll like this story and I’d love to hear what you think of the writing, character development, etc.

If you don’t like the genre please do all of us a favor, don’t read the story and don’t comment saying you don’t like the genre. Frankly I don’t give a shit if you don’t like the genre. I do and so do many others. And PLEASE, don’t bother telling me the guy is a wimp. I already told you that. If you don’t like stories about wimps you’ll hate this!

Thanks for tolerating this rant, I think it will improve the readers experience.

All of that said, I really love hearing from readers about any and everything except the genre.

*

I took a deep breath and reached for the doorbell. I could hardly believe I was really going to go through with this. And I was still pretty sure that they would back out at the last minute. But what the hell, I pushed the button.

Let me give you a brief overview of how I got to this point. Not long ago my live-in girlfriend of about five years had run off with a mutual friend. Some friend! And since then I hadn’t met a woman I was even interested in enough to get to know well. I was stuck in a dead end job, in a city that ‘we’ had moved to recently for her career; so I didn’t even know many people. Basically I was mad at the world and wallowing in enough self-pity that I just didn’t give a shit. I was also horny. Sex with her had been great and regular, and I wasn’t used to going without.

I’d started cruising the net. I went to various forums and chat rooms that had a variety of themes, but were always sex oriented. That’s where I met Alice. We were in private chat and I’m still not sure how, but she ended up telling me about her sexual frustrations with her husband. As I said I was in a foul mood lately; so somehow I found myself getting a vicarious thrill out of this her poor husband’s problems. At the end of that first chat I found out when she was usually online and told her I’d look for her again.

I did so, and we chatted several more times. Each involved her giving me more and more intimate details. The short version is that her husband was really pretty much of a wimp. She ran their lives, especially when it came to sex. And he actually seemed to enjoy being subservient. Like many men who are powerful in their daily lives (I gathered he was very successful in business) he was happy to have her run their private life together.

Finally after several chats she told me that they both had a fantasy of her getting fucked by another man while he watched. Frankly, I could never imagine wanting something like that and I told her so. I thought he must really be an incredible wimp if he was serious. Then, as an afterthought, I added that I wouldn’t mind being the guy who did her though. To my amazement she asked if I was serious.

My mind ran a million miles an hour. I could sense that she was serious and felt I’d better be sure what I really did think before I answered. I thought so long she finally asked if I was still there. I told her I’d been thinking, but yes I would be interested. I quickly followed up with a rather lame comment that there were probably a hundred reasons why it wouldn’t work however. Nevertheless, she was quickly warming to the idea. We chatted a bit longer and then made a date to meet online again.

By the next time it was clear she really was interested in pursuing the cuckolding of her husband right before his eyes, with me as the instrument of his suffering. I must admit I was getting rather turned on by the idea myself. We talked at length about the idea over several more chats; about what we were Bycasino each like, how we looked, ages, backgrounds and finally I knew she was totally serious when she asked where I was located. Funny, neither of us had ever even thought about that part, but the Internet does that to you.

Hot damn! It turned out they lived about a two-hour drive from me. This was starting to get real! At the end of that chat we had tentatively agreed to proceed. Alice and I promised to email each other pictures of ourselves, and to exchange phone numbers. The next step was to be by phone. We were getting close to fish or cut bait time. The last thing she asked for on that final chat was that I also email her a picture of my fully erect cock and balls next to a ruler so that she could be sure I’d told the truth.

Several chats earlier she had asked about my size. She bluntly told me it was an important factor in whether or not she would actually go through with this. I’d been completely honest and told her I was very average, maybe a bit more than average, but not much. She actually had me measure my hard cock and give her the measurements. It wasn’t difficult to do, because I’d become so enthusiastic about this that I was rock hard all the time when we chatted. The fact that I’d had no sex for quite some time contributed too.

Believe it or not, I’d never actually done this before. It turned out that measured on the top from pubis to peehole, I was just shy of seven inches and the circumference just below the glans was four and a half. I thought that was pretty normal (and I’m positive it is) but she assured me that, compared to her husband, I was a monster. I could hardly believe that.

To summarize about the three of us, I had described myself (honestly as I saw it) as reasonable looking, though I don’t think of myself as really handsome. 32 years old, six foot, 190, light brown hair, hazel eyes. Physically, in good shape. That’s it. She had described herself as 43, pretty her word, 5’6′, 130, nice figure, light brown hair and dark brown eyes. That sounded like a nice package to me. She described George as 47, barely taller than her at 5’8″, small frame and slightly overweight and out of shape at 175. She didn’t describe him further and I really didn’t care what he looked like. She told me that they were quite wealthy and a well-known couple in their community.

We exchanged the pictures as agreed and that was my first shock. She’d sent a close-up of her face and a full body shot in a swimsuit, a one piece interestingly. She was quite pretty and while no model, had a very nice figure. She had been very accurate in her description, but that wasn’t the real shock. She could have been my recent ex’s 10 year older sister, she looked that much like her. Somehow that made it all the better, but gave me a slightly new slant on this whole scene.

We’d had one phone conversation and covered most of the ground rules. My hands were shaking a bit and my palms sweaty as I dialed her number for what was going to be the final phone call, one way or the other. Part of me hoped it would fall through, but I was extremely turned on and ready to go for it if she was still game. She answered the phone and I started the conversation with the bottom line, “Well, is it yes or no?”

A pause and then what was obviously a very nervous, “Yes.” Nothing else.

“You’ve told George and he has agreed?”

Another one word response, “Yes” again.

I was getting bolder. “Tell me exactly what he knows and expects, in detail.”

She was clearly still very nervous, but was getting slightly more confident. “As we agreed, I told him only the very basics. That I met you on the Internet, that we’ve talked by phone, and that you will be coming over some Saturday afternoon soon. You and I will have sex and he will watch while tied to a chair. That’s all he knows or is going to know until it happens. He doesn’t know how long you will stay or anything else. He knows nothing about you. I’m not even going to tell him when, until the day before.”

“Okay, I’ve thought long and hard and I’m willing to do this, but now I have some rules that you must agree to or the deal is off.” She’d wanted to just tie her husband to the chair and then tell me what to do while berating him and making him watch her have sex with me. I had a slightly different idea. I think it was because she looked so much like my ex.

“Your goal is to berate and mortify your husband, right?”

“Yes,” she said with a wary tone.

“Okay, then you will be my slut for the rest of the weekend once I arrive. You will agree to do anything, and I mean anything sexual that I tell you. I won’t injure you, Bycasino giriş but that’s the only condition I have. You will have to tolerate a little pain, nothing severe I promise, but some. Spanking, nipple clamps, dildos, butt plugs are all fair game. Okay?” My heart was pounding and my cock throbbing. I didn’t know for sure if I’d gone too far, but if she agreed I knew I was going to have the time of my life and she would certainly get what she wanted for her husband, in spades!

There was a very long silence, but I knew if I spoke it would be over. Finally, “It would be the perfect humiliation for him, but I’m really not into pain. Would you at least promise nothing worse than a spanking and easy on the nipple clamps? I’ve never done that before.”

I had her! “Does the idea excite you?” I was sensing she was ready for a man to take charge and have his way with her after all these years with that wimp.

“Kind of, I have to admit, but I’m very nervous about it at the same time.” BINGO!

“I’ll take it easy, I promise. So do we have a deal?” I asked, knowing what she would say.

“When?” was her only reply.

We set the date for two weeks later. And that’s how I got here.

“Bing, bong,” I heard from inside the door.

It was only seconds before she answered the door. Evidently waiting, excited for the adventure to begin. Her pictures hadn’t fully done her justice. She was a very attractive woman, especially for her mid forties. She smoothly came to me, I set down my bag that contained some “items” I would need later and she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We held each other at arm’s length and looked each other up and down. We were both smiling with pleasure.

I looked up and saw what had to be George.

He was even mousier looking than I had imagined.

He stood erect and moved to introduce himself. “Hello, I’m…”

“Georgie, I’m sure,” I cut him off. I looked at his outstretched hand and made no move to take it. I looked up to his eyes and back to his hand. He lowered it. I looked back at his face with my most evil grin. The air went out of him and he slumped, well on his way to defeat already.

“Georgie, just let me be sure we understand each other. Your beautiful wife has invited me here to fuck her while you watch. She needs satisfaction from a real man and you can’t give it to her. So you have agreed to let me have my way with her and you’re going to just sit and watch. Do I have that right?”

He was silent. Alice still hadn’t spoken a word. “George, answer the man!” The way she emphasized the word ‘man’ caused George to shrink a little more.

Scarlet with embarrassment already her husband finally squeaked, “Yes, that’s right.”

Just to rub it in and take full control of the situation I said, “So let me be sure, you actually want me to fuck your wife while you watch?”

This time he didn’t wait for Alice to yell at him. “Yes,” he said even softer than before.

I was surprised at myself. I was getting marvelously turned on and the feeling of power was positively narcotic.

I turned to Alice and put my arm around her, she put hers behind my back and I slid my hand down and cupped her nice round ass. “Where to?” I smirked.

She led me toward the back of the house; George scuffed along behind as she said, “This way. Come along George, let’s get started.”

We reached what was obviously the master bedroom. It was large. There was a four poster oversized king bed that dominated the room. There was also a strait-backed chair sitting next to the bed. Obviously not its normal position.

“Okay everyone, last chance.” I looked straight into George’s eyes, “You sure you want to go through with this Georgie?”

He looked miserable, so much so that I almost felt sorry for him, almost. But he responded right away, though quietly, “Yes, I’m sure.”

I turned to Alice and looked right into her pretty face and asked the same thing.

She enthusiastically replied, “Oh yes! I’m sure.” And then she turned and smiled at her husband.

I continued, still looking at Alice. “Exactly as we agreed?”

George’s face developed a puzzled look, but he said nothing.

This time she hesitated for a minute, but took a deep breath and then, “Yes, exactly as we agreed.”

Alice continued, “All right then, let’s get started. George, get undressed.”

While George was disrobing, Alice started to tell me more about their life. “This is probably going to be really hard on George, he hasn’t had his dick in my pussy for months. In fact it’s been a few weeks since I last even let him cum. I just love teasing his little pee pee and making it Bycasino deneme bonusu ache to cum, and then denying him. You see, most nights I make him lick me to an orgasm or two and either before or after, or sometimes both, I tease his little penis until it just about squirts, but not quite. His dick is just too small to make me cum, so I almost never bother letting him put it in me.

“You see, George really likes to please me, it’s because I can be, and am, such a terrible bitch if I don’t get my own way. Can’t I George?”

George realized no answer was necessary. I was starting to understand this whole situation better.

“That’s why George is going along with this. He will do almost anything I ask. Besides I promised him I’d consider letting him cum when this is all over. Usually I don’t even consider it!” she laughed. She had a wonderful laugh.

By now George was totally naked and, much to my surprise, fully erect. Well, if you could call George’s hard-on ‘fully’ anything. He had one of the smallest penises I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but chuckle, “You weren’t kidding about his dick, it really is tiny! That definitely doesn’t qualify as a cock, just a dick, maybe even only a dickie!”

George seemed to deflate once again. However miserable he may have been, he was clearly being turned on by the whole situation. Something I most definitely did not understand.

“Sit in the chair George. I’ve told our friend that he is not allowed to touch you once you are tied up, but I did ask him to do that part since I’m not very good with ropes.”

George sat, and in minutes I had him very securely attached to the chair. Arms behind his back, knees spread so Alice could have good access to his cock and balls, waist held back against the chair. He was comfortable (I didn’t want anything to distract him from observing closely) but very immobile. He was going to be there a good, long time.

“Alice, are you going to give him a little tease just to get this started?”

“Oh yes!” she said as she went over and kneeled in front of George’s chair and started to stroke his dickie. She had him pulling against the ropes in no time.

“There, that should make him enjoy watching all the more,” she said as she stopped.

“Oh, please don’t stop!” George whined.

“Since he asked so nice, why don’t you push him just a little closer?” I egged Alice on.

“Well, my aren’t you nice to him, okay,” and with that she went back and stroked him some more, going slower and slower as he moaned. Finally when I could see his little dick start to twitch she stopped again. “There, that ought to make him think twice about asking for more next time,” and indeed George just groaned, but didn’t say a word.

I dropped the bombshell. “Georgie, you probably think I’m going to fuck your wife while you watch, and then leave. Wrongo! Alice is really a bit of a slut you know. What’s caused your problems is the fact you’re so nice to her. She really wants a man to take charge and make her stop her bitchy ways. And that is exactly what I’m going to do, for the whole weekend!”

George’s eyes went wide. “What! Alice, this isn’t what we agreed at all!” It was the first sign of manhood he had displayed. Too late of course.

Alice smiled rather wickedly, “George, we didn’t AGREE to anything. I told you what was going to happen. I just didn’t tell you the whole story. Now sit quietly unless we ask you something or you will ruin any chance you have of cumming, before we even start.”

George was evidently quite desperate to cum already because he instantly shut up.

“I may as well tell you the whole story George. You are going to see your wife used any way I feel like. And with this sexpot, I’m going to feel like using her a lot, and in many different ways.” Then I went on to tell him the details of the agreement that Alice and I had made.

Finally I gave him one last thing to think about. “And Georgie, Alice has agreed to endure a bit of pain for me, I really have a bit of a sadistic streak. But she did tell me she really isn’t into pain much, she’s just doing it so I’ll fuck her good and hard. As I said, I think we’ll find she really is quite a slut. Anyway, I’m going to give you the opportunity to convince me not to do some of the things I have planned. I won’t, and I won’t ask or tell Alice to do anything to you that you don’t ask for, but I’m sure the more successful you are at helping Alice avoid pain, the more inclined Alice will be to let you cum at the end of this, won’t you Alice?”

“Hmm, that’s quite a good idea. I really don’t like pain. The more you can spare me George, the more I’m likely to be nice to you at the end.”

“Well, enough of this talking, I want to get a better view of this package. Come here Alice and let me take off your clothes,” I said. She complied instantly.

To be continued…

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Dearest Master.

I followed your instructions this evening.

To prepare, I went upstairs to our room, there I removed my sweatshirt and bra, I undid my jeans, then sat on the side of the bed and slipped them off removing my panties with them as one unit. Putting on zippered warm up jacket, I inserted my largest vibrator in to my cunt and pulled on a pair of black tights, sans panties. I yanked the tights up high to hold the vibrator as deeply in me as possible. Now I was ready for my adventure.

Downstairs in the kitchen, I put on winter boots and my long green down-filled coat. Before buttoning the coat I unzipped my warm-up jacket and pulled it back to the side of my breasts. Gloveless as you requested, I left the house supposedly to walk over to get the mail.

Outside it was really cold and snowing hard. The weatherman called it the storm of the year on the evening news. I knew you would be proud of me following your instructions on this cold blustery night.

I stood just outside the backdoor and wondered if I should to have my adventure before I walked to the mailbox or after. Ummmm. I felt my vibrator working its magic under my tights in my now wet cunt. My juices had already leaked out causing a growing wet spot on my thin tights. I felt cold.

Oh, I had to do it now; the mail could wait a few minutes. I wandered into our backyard where surrounded by our six foot fence I undid my long coat just out of sight of any of our windows. I stood there with my breasts Bycasino exposed to the falling snow. My neighbors could see me if they looked out at the right moment from the right window and looked at the right spot. The thought of discovery made me wetter.

I could not help but blush and smile shyly at the thought of me standing in the corner of my own backyard with my coat wide open and my bare breasts exposed to the falling snow. This part of my body had never felt the sensation of snowflakes landing on bare skin. I had an animalistic urge to hug my coat tight around in a display of survival but I remembered you had asked me to expose myself for a full five minutes; to live those moments as if you were standing there, in front of me, rubbing snow on my breasts with my nipples hardening and your hard cock impaling me against my fence. The cold air and the falling snow became the ghosts of your hands making my nipples erect.

As you instructed, I leaned down and scoped up handfuls of snow as if to make a snowball. I rolled it around and around in my hands, making a snowball until my bare hands were freezing. I took my breasts in my cold hands and ran each hand around my nipples; instantly they stood up even more at attention. I couldn’t remember when they had been so hard. Again I was amazed at the direct correlation of my hardening nipples and the growing ache in my clit that was showing itself even now as I stood in my backyard under the falling snow.

The vibrator Bycasino giriş and the ache in my clit made me cum standing there alone, thinking of you. I fell against the fence as I was rocked with my soaring orgasm. Lost to the functioning of my body, I felt no cold, only the tingling warmth that my orgasm generated. My right hand now between my legs, I rammed the vibrator in deeper and tugged it out of my spasming hole only so I could drive it in more deeply. My loud moans of ecstasy were instantly torn away from me by the strong easterly wind swirling around me. In, twist, out, pry, drive in, wiggle, pull out again, repeat the process again and again as I fucked myself as the storm raged around me.

When my orgasm passed, I was left with a wonderful warm glow. Momentarily as I came back to reality I wondered if my hostas minded me standing on snow covered bed. I quickly stepped out of the flowerbed off my precious hostas, as if they really were crying out in agony. Without my internal fire, the cold of the night and the severity of the storm took over. I shivered uncontrollably. I zipped up my jacket and did my coat up, but still wished for a warm sweater. I jammed my freezing hands deep into my pockets as I started my walk to the mailbox lost in my thoughts of the control you have exert over me remotely. I laughed out loud in an embarrassed sort of way at the thought of my submissiveness. Chuckling I stepped out around the house and nearly ran into my neighbor on her way Bycasino deneme bonusu to visit. Together we walked to the mailbox first before going to share tea and the local gossip. My vibrator’s insistent pulsing meant that I kept loosing my train of thought as she and I chatted amicably.

Upon returning to my house, I bent and undid my boots. I could not help but feel my vibrator unyielding in my wet cunt as I bent. Quickly I ran into my bedroom and attached bath with my coat still on supposedly due to an urgent need to use the bathroom. There I stripped, stood momentarily enjoying my vibrator as I watched myself in the full-length mirror. Hearing my husband’s voice, I quickly but reluctantly pulled the play cock out and slipped into my jeans and my warmest, bulkiest sweater. I tossed my vibrator into my drawer without cleaning it with a self-promise to take care of it as soon as I had a moment’s privacy.

I flushed the toilet just as my husband opened the bathroom door to see if I was okay. Looking at him in the mirror as I washed my hands, I could not help but see my flushed face, flushed from your remote loving of me in my backyard. I picked up my coat and threw it over my arm. I took a final look in the mirror at myself as I reached for the light switch. I looked radiant and sated. I silently said my thanks to you for my snow adventure. The room went dark.

As I moved passed him, he lovingly put the back of his hand to my flushed cheek and leaned in to steal a kiss.

“We didn’t need the mail that bad, you know. I have the kettle on let me make you a cup of tea.”

Wondering if he could smell my ebbing arousal, I reached for my husband’s hand and we went to entertain our neighbor.

Your loving sub,

Suzie

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Author note – ‘thanks to lovesexandmore and a couple friends for helping to edit this story’.

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Well I have always had plane fantasies but I sit here now with a row to myself and only one person who is close to me; a chick in seat A across the aisle, with your instructions to masturbate and story ideas and think it will totally be the best flight to try use my vibease as well. I have been hesitant before; but have touched self over and under panties to cums before on flights. I’m thinking I should wait till after we get food… maybe I could just put vibe under my dress now… maybe I should read my plane story…

I half read my story and started to enjoy it when breaky came, ate some of scrambled eggs but full as had food at airport and now back to plane story. I’ve read my story now, I’m curled up on my seat with legs to the side with my jacket over my lap. I just pulled my dress up and slid my fingers under my dress an along outside of my panties which definitely are wet and can even tell my scent on finger from that quick moment… attendants coming back to collect rubbish now.

I watched them with hand under jacket rubbing self over panties, feeling quite cheeky. I grab my vibe and turn it on in my bag then bring it out over my lap and under my jacket. I rest it between thighs as some people walk past… then I slip panties aside and put it in place… fingers have my scent on them just from handling panties… though you said I should masturbate… and whenever you say that I think fingers in pussy so I’m going to do that for a little before I turn on buzz… mmmm just for a moment finger in me was good and I licked my finger just after chick on other side got up. Mmmm I can’t wait, I must try vibe. I don’t think I can feel vibrations even in seat next to me… but hard to tell when I’m the one vibrations are going through… it’s on an off/medium jump pattern and as I curl legs up more it presses harder into me…

Mmmm flicked the vibe to mountain pattern. So, both of your wicked story ideas you gave me have kind of merged in my mind. Here’s what I’m thinking as an erotic story that uses them, as I let my vibe wind me up slowly, I’m going to write it up now for you.

Fantasy : I’m in the 4 point rope harness which is partly under my dress and part on exposed skin, I’m sitting on you for take-off and your hard cock twitches inside me as we taxi about and get the safety talk, as we take off you grab my hips like you’re just holding on but you are holding me very hard which makes me clench my pussy around your cock and then the pressure of take-off presses me back into you, your cock going even deeper and you bite my neck and I cum hard around you.

Reality: ***My pussy pulses each time someone walks past.***

Fantasy: I can feel you Bycasino moan deep in your throat. I feel you tense and swell as you cum in my spasming pussy I look back at you to see if you want me to move off but you say “You’re not getting off my cock for the whole flight” my eyes widen but I relax back and enjoy my afterglow from cumming. You can tell each time my body settles and finger my clit slowly under my dress and build me up till I’m flushed and pulsing around you again. I am thinking you’re keeping me revved up till we land, I wonder how we have not been noticed… but unknown to me you had paid the attendants to not “notice” us, so they were aware and were being entertained watching me as I tried to composed myself each time so I not look like I was in a blissful sex fuelled haze.

Reality: ***Playing with vibe a little, sooo wet.***

Fantasy : You had just got me to the edge again… and an attendant came up and whispered to you “Please I know you don’t want be noticed, but it’s clear you guys not just a couple just having a quick play, could you have your slut come and service the crew as we are needing to land manually and they are having anxiety attacks and cannot focus.” You don’t even ask me if I will, confirming her thoughts about us.

“Sure, it’s our duty to help keep everyone safe and happy, but can I come fuck her while she does so? I’ve always wanted to fuck in the cockpit its only section I have not fucked in.”

“Certainly Sir” with eyes down cast. “And the attendants could use some calming down too Sir if it would please you to do so, especially me it’s my first flight with issues and I’ve not even joined the mile-high club yet.”

You give her a wicked grin “Oh I’m sure we can help you with that, lead the way.”

Reality: ***Sooo good… I pushed vibe to strong and reached down and moved with fingers against me and cum hard with legs out on seat was perfectly quiet and near still, breathing hard though. While controlling my breath, I took vibe back to a low pulses.***

Fantasy : You stand up pulling me off you, tuck your still hard cock away and walk me with hand around the rope harness at my back and your other hand gripping the back of my neck as you’re aware my legs might not be working great and pulling on ropes will keep me spacy too. I had barely registered the conversation other then we were being taken to cockpit to help. We stepped into the cockpit and both pilots already had their cocks out; it is the cockpit I thought and giggled sillily. You grab my hair and the harness and push me to the floor. “On your hands and knees Slut, you need to suck these cocks and relax the pilots, so they have confidence to land the plane.”

I crawl over to the first and take him in my mouth. He moans and just watches as you unzip Bycasino giriş my boob tube dress from the back letting it fall to floor under me so I’m naked apart from the rope, you grab my hips and thrust into me making me moan around the pilots cock, you chat to the pilots and the two girl attendants as you fuck me. To the attendant who got us you say “You want to join the mile high club then you need to help out, it is your job to help keep the pilots happy after all, we are just assisting, you need to learn, undo your blouse and your bra but leave them on”, she blushes but complies. “Now hike your skirt up, bend over at the waist and give the other pilot a hand job to keep his nerves at bay till my slut is ready for him.” Then to the Pilot “She’s a Slut you can use… her” it was the only encouragement that he needed, he stands and starts thrusting into my mouth in time with you so I’m impaled at the same time in my pussy and mouth. You look at the other attendant and notice that she is staring at me and rubbing her legs together… “If you like the show you should spread your legs and masturbate.”

“Yes sir.” She says instantly reaching under her skirt.

Reality: ***oh at one-point vibe stopped I was too involved in writing to notice… I went to loo looking at people as walk down the isle wondering if anyone else was reading or doing kinky things.***

Fantasy: You watch the pilot while your fucking me and see he is about to cum so you start fucking me hard and fast making me moan around his cock; he cums pumping into me and you growl and do the same.

Reality: ***I put vibe back on just used buttons as they said coming in for landing and cum a 2nd time within 30sec.***

Fantasy: While your cock twitched still hard inside me, I cleaned the pilot up. You reached over and groped the bent over attendant’s arse and run your fingers over her panties pressing them into her pussy a little “Mmm you have soaked your panties like a good slut, I like them wet…” she looks back clearly not expecting to be fucked as just watched you cum. Her eyes widen as she sees you pull out of me still hard.

“Oh I’m not finished yet” you grin wickedly at her and grab her panties tearing them making more than enough room for your cock, as you pushed her against the back of the pilots chair as he had got up and was standing in front of me, hands in my hair rubbing his cock over my face.

You bend her over and press on her back as you ram your cock into her cunt, making her scream! You give her a moment to adjust and enjoy her squeezing you as she adjusts to your size you start fucking her hard and fast. You look over at the attendant still frigging herself and say “I want my slut to be kept wet for me; I will want to fuck her again while we land.” You knew Bycasino deneme bonusu I would stay wet regardless while I was being used but you wanted to see what the attendant would do while her inhibitions were lowered.

Within moments I felt two fingers enter me. Then they pulled away and I felt movement under me. She had lay down under me! Then her fingers were back, and her other hand reached up and started twisting my nipple. I moaned and the guy finally shoved his cock into my mouth and I lowered my hips a little that was all it took; I felt her tongue on my pussy and her fingers pushed into me faster and harder as I sucked on cock and moaned from the rough handling.

Reality: ***landing touching myself, two fingers in me as touched the runway, then rubbed clit and cum just before fully slowed down.***

Fantasy: He came just as I did, I moaned and shook as she continued to lick and finger fuck me. I heard you and the attendant cum and from her gasps, I knew she could feel you still hard in her. The pilots now said, “It’s time to land this plane!” *full of confidence now*

“Hi, Slut miss me?”

“Mmm yes Sir” I stutter from being fingerfucked. You reach down an tug at her hand.

“That’s my hole now” she started to wriggle out, but you stop her with your foot.

“No stay under there and lick and torture her nips and tits for me.”

I feel the decent start and a pilot says, “Go for it guys the sexual energy is giving me a rush” and you grab my hips and start fucking me and the attendant now has her fingers twisting both nipples while mauling my tits.

Reality: ***I’m standing. Holding and leaning against a pole, legs spread so I can still type on the transfer bus surrounded by people.***

Fantasy: We descend lower and lower and you’re getting faster and faster and as the plane lands the force of the landing is even harder than normal with the manual landing; it pushes me very hard back onto you and I start cumming and the chick sucks on my clit and I scream and keep cumming in waves and you growl and cum as I pulse and milk you. As the plane comes to a stop, we all collapse and clap for the pilots who are laughing in relief and we all join in. One of the pilots gives you a card with his mobile on it. “If you want a flight with more time and fun in the cockpit be sure to give me a call first” winking at you.

The chick’s ask if you would like their numbers “Sure, here write them on Slut” as you pull me to my feet by my hair and rope harness and grab and hold my arms out to them. You pick up put my dress around me and zip it up as they write names on me with slut in front and their numbers and give me a kiss. And we turn and walk out; you leading me just in front of you by the harness until I am steady on my feet but as you are pulling tight on the ropes this is enough to make me weak kneed, I feel I’m going to need to be held the whole way back to yours after that trip.

Reality: ***And now I’m at domestic security. So soon be able to sit and get back online. :)***

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My Husband arrived home a little later than usual that night. He was all excited and full of himself as he came through the door. “Great news honey,” he told me, “my research grant has been approved. I fly to Washington tomorrow at noon to meet with Senator Causeway and tie up the loose ends and paperwork. The funding should begin next month.”

“That’s wonderful darling,” was the best I could do for a response, preoccupied as I was with having just been fucked to a fare thee well by our next door neighbor. “You’ve earned it, and I’m so happy for you.” It was true. He had earned that grant, and I was happy for him, but I was in a guilty funk about what a whore I had been today. What would he say if he knew?

Alvin was so up beat, however, that he didn’t notice how quiet I was. He insisted that we go out for dinner to celebrate. All thru the meal I tried to drown my distress in brandy, and I was pretty loaded by the time we got home. Alvin had a snoot full also, and in his elation he choose this night of all nights to get amorous. Under the circumstances I could hardly turn him down. Bless his short little cock, he tried hard to pleasure me. He took his time with the foreplay, and even ate my pussy before he stuck it in me. After the way Peter had fucked me earlier, however, he just couldn’t get me off. I faked ‘the big O’ though, and he dropped off to sleep satisfied.

I didn’t sleep very well that night, and the next morning as Alvin packed for his trip, I fretted about the mess I was in. I knew that come 2:30 that afternoon I was due at Peter’s swimming pool. I also knew that Peter would spend the afternoon abusing my body and turning me into an even bigger adulterous tramp than I had been the day before.

No, Damn it! I am not a whore! Pete Carr can’t run my life! I won’t show up. That’ll show the bastard! This is all fantasy, The son of a bitch doesn’t really own me or my cunt. I refuse to be his captive slut! No more of this female submission foolishness! No more crawling at the feet of some man with a big prick. A woman has every right to control her own body.

But, but then…, then, I remembered the ten inches of male love meat that hung between Peter’s legs, and what that thing did yesterday for my poor sex starved pussy. I remembered those crashing orgasms, and how meaningless Alvin’s lovemaking had been the night before. God help me! I did so need a cock, a real cock, a demanding cock, a cock that would force me to do its will…, Peter’s cock. How could I ever give him up? No! I couldn’t give him up. I won’t give him up. Not for anything.

“Face it, Melanie,” I admitted to myself, “You’re a born slut, happy only when you’re on your knees servicing some generic bastard’s oversized penis. Both you and the rest of the world will just have to learn to live with that.”

And so it was that around 2 pm I changed into the same sort of jogging shorts and T-shirt that I had worn the day previously. No bra again of course, and today I even dispensed with the panties. I wouldn’t be needing underwear for what Pete Carr had in mind for me, of that I was certain. Some lipstick on my mouth and nipples, and some perfume on my neck and pussy and I was ready.

I thought I might be a little early, but by the time I walked through the gate into Peter’s back yard, he and Becky were already there ahead of me. They must have dismissed their summer school classes early and come straight to Peter’s pool. By the time I arrived, poor Becky was hanging naked from her wrists handcuffed over the high bar of the little gym set at the far end of the patio. Peter was also naked and holding a small very limber branch from the hedge he must have just cut because a couple of leaves were still at the tip.

Poor Becky was in serious distress! Her toes were just touching the ground barely able to take the weight off her arms. An angry Peter Carr was about to wear his switch out on her ass the back of her thighs. As her legs danced under the lashing, her head would fall backwards, and her arm muscles would go taught and quivering as she lost even the small support of her tip-toes. With every cut, a new flaming red stripe marked where she had been hit. When she tried to protect her backside by twisting around to face her tormentor, Peter would mark either her belly or her breasts with the same cruel red welts. I saw one strike land directly across her nipples. I can’t even imagine how much it must hurt to be whipped there. Tears were streaming down Becky’s face, and she was trying hard to make herself heard over her sobs.

“Plea-Please, Please Peter no more. I–I–I won’t d–do it ag–again. Whatever you t–tell me to–to d–do, I p-promis I-I’ll d–do.”

“You bet you will woman,” Peter said, still lashing at her tortured flesh. “Here she is now! Tell her! Tell her how sorry you are for the names you called her. Apologize for saying she had a dirty cunt. Ask Melanie to please allow you to eat her pussy again.”

Peter punctuated his surrender demand with a particularly Bycasino vicious swipe of the switch across the back of poor Becky’s thighs. His effort was rewarded with a scream of pain!

“G-god p-please, Melanie, m-make him s-stop. I’m s-s-sorry that I acted l-l-like s-such a b–bitch. G-g-god I d-didn’t really m–m-mean your p-p-pussy was d-d-d-dirty. I liked l-l-l-licking you. I s-s-swear I-I-I d-d-did. Pl–Pleas-sse let m-m-me eat you ag-again. I-I-I’ll make it g-g-good for y-y-ou I sw-swear. “

“OK,’ Peter interrupted. “Let’s see if she means it. Strip Melanie! What the hell are you standing around in your clothes for anyway. You didn’t come over here to play canasta!”

Turning to Becky he released her handcuffs and took her down from the gym bar. “Lay down on the air Mattress Becky, on your back,” Peter ordered, “and You, Melanie…, you straddle her, sit on her face. I want your pussy right over her mouth, and her tongue had better be up your slit.”

Becky and I wasted no time. The threat of Peter’s switch was too real for us to dawdle. In seconds I was naked, sitting with Becky’s head locked between my thighs. As Peter had ordered, her tongue was as far up my trembling cunt as it would reach.

“Spread your legs Becky,” I heard Peter say behind me. “While you get Melanie off, I’m going to check out your pussy.”

I don’t know what Peter did to Becky’s cunt behind me, but almost immediately she went off like firecracker. She must have been hurting something awful, and I could only suppose that being strung up naked and whipped had been an aphrodisiac to her. Whatever the reason, whether Peter’s abuse or his tongue, she dissolved into a sexual frenzy, frantically gorging on my pussy. Never have I been eaten like that before, not by man or woman. It was as if she couldn’t to get enough of me in her mouth. I must have come a dozen times…, but even at that I was way behind Becky’s almost continuous orgasm. .

“All right bitch,” I heard Peter order from behind me, “get up and stand at ‘cunt attention.’ I am going to play with your worthless yuppie ass now, and Becky here is going to help.”

Still concerned with avoiding Peter’s switch, I sprang from Becky’s face into the required position. I stood there as I had yesterday with my legs spread, my fingers locked behind my head, my tits pushed forward, my eyes closed, offering myself, inviting abuse.

They began with their tongues. I could tell it was Peter licking my pussy because I could feel his mustache. That must be Becky then who was reaming my ass hole. Unlike yesterday, today she did not hesitate to invade the most intimate nooks and crannies of my body. The pain of her recent beating had taught Becky a hard lesson.

Nor was the lesson of Becky’s discipline lost on me. Standing there in the dark, the image of a naked and weeping Becky hanging helpless from the gym bar was frozen in my mind. Peter’s switch probably didn’t hurt any more than Eddie Farmer’s belt, but Eddie never made a sexy spectacle of my beating the way Peter had of Becky’s. The way his switch made Becky’s legs dance, and her big tits jiggle was more than just a woman whipped. Punishment like that has a class that makes it an intensely sensual experience to both participants and spectators.

Unlike Eddie Farmer, who would beat a woman just because he could, there was a purpose behind Peter’s cruelty. Like every great cocksman, he knew that the female animal has an ancient and primordial desire to submit to a powerful male warrior. A woman hanging naked, whipped and helpless is, therefore, inherently erotica of the highest order. Peter understood as few men do how, when properly done, a whipping by a lover can stimulate a woman’s natural submissive nature. I was living proof. Even though I feared and hated the pain, I was none-the-less fascinated by the thought of hanging hurt, humiliated, and crying at the mercy of this dominant and masculine stud.

Even as I stood there, legs spread, tits out, offering my body to him as his plaything, I knew Peter was reading my thoughts. He knew I would be drawn to sexual punishment like a moth to flame, and switching poor Becky was only a part of his larger plan. When my turn to be whipped came, how would I respond? After all, Peter was no green college boy like Eddie, but an experienced cocksman expert at turning on the horny in a female sex slave. Like Becky would I go into heat and lust to have the bastard who was beating me stick me with his cock?

On this day, however, a whipping was not to be my fate. Peter had decided that today I would receive the more subtle and sensual tortures of ‘cunt attention.’

I could only stand helplessly as two sets of hands, two of tongues, and two sets of lips erotically tortured my wretchedly horny body. The mouth, and the sensual mustache hairs that came with it, were no longer covering my sex. Now they nibbled at my inner thighs, and up into the crevices where my legs joined my body. My legs trembled as Bycasino giriş the sensation was accentuated by Becky’s wet tongue licking at creases at the back of my knees, then between my shoulder blades and in my arm pits.

Then as suddenly as they began, both my tormentors were gone, replaced by a pair of soft female breasts that pressed sexily against my own. The phantom tits began to slowly rotate, ever so gently rubbing nipple against nipple, breast flesh against breast flesh. The mouth with the mustache then reappeared, behind me this time where a tongue probed at the crack of my ass, and then slowly worked its way straight up my back bone, up to my neck, and then on to behind my ears. As the tongue rose, the pair of breasts slid downward across my belly button and lower abdomen, and finished with one of my thighs enveloped in a channel of soft tit flesh.

Good God, would these two ever return to my poor pussy that ached so in its isolation? Cunt fluid was running down my leg long before strong male fingers finally began to plunder that sloppy slit. I thought at first I was going to repeat yesterday’s experience of being raised to my toes helplessly pegged on a thumb or index finger, but I was wrong. Today Peter’s fingers were only confirming that I was aroused and ready for cock.

Withdrawing his hands from my pussy, Peter told me to open my eyes, and follow him. On that oversized air mattress at the edge of the pool, he laid down on his back. His prick was hard and erect, pointing upward from his midsection like the mast of ship. He carefully positioned me to where I was standing directly over his cock, but unlike the day before, now I was turned to face his feet. A tug at my hips told me that I was to squat. God, Please God, was this a signal to let myself down onto that pole of male flesh aimed so tantalizingly at my hungry cunt?

Yes! Yes! That must be it. I was, it seemed, about to be fucked upon that delicious prick that waited beneath me. I gingerly lowered myself, and held my breath as I felt Peter guide his cock head past my pussy lips and into my slit! Slowly I dropped another inch or so, uncertain how far I was allowed to go. I felt my pussy split and stretch to take him in, but I was not admonished or corrected. It was true, he was going to let me ride his cock!

Overcome by my desire, my legs gave way suddenly, and as I landed on his belly with a rush, that huge rod buried itself in my cunt all the way to his balls. Once seated there, however, his hands held my hips in a steel grip, refusing to let me pump my slick pussy up and down over the hard pole that had pinned me and made me its captive. God, how filled I was with delicious male flesh. I ached with desire, desperate to move, but without my owner’s permission, I could only grit my teeth and wait.

Peter calmly explained he wanted me to bring him off using only the muscles in the wall of my vagina to grip and massage his prick. I had heard of women who had ‘snapping pussies,’ but this was a technique new to me, something Eddie Farmer had never demanded. I sweated and strained, a willing student, but not a particularly adept one, No matter how hard I tried to clench my pussy, I simply could not grab Peter’s prick with the slippery insides of my vagina.

It was not all bad, however. Even as I struggled to satisfy Peter’s erotic demand, my own orgasm swept over me, aided I must admit by Becky who sat down beside me and began to suck my nipples. She did so without being told. What a change from her attitude yesterday. Who said an old whore couldn’t learn new tricks…, especially when stimulated with a limber switch applied across her bare ass and tender tits.

After a while Peter tired of my meager talent as a ‘snapping pussy,’ and he pushed me forward and off his cock. I was disappointed that I had failed to satisfy my new owner, and even more distressed at the loss of the his big prick. Would he punish my failure by leaving me altogether in favor of Becky’s tighter and probably better trained pussy?

I whimpered a little and began to beg him to put his cock back in me. He told me to shut up and to again stand directly over him, still facing his feet. Slowly I once more lowered myself, but this time Peter guided his cock into my rectum rather than my pussy. This was the first time in many years that a man had taken my ass, and Peter’s big cock hurt me as it went in. As you already know, however, I was no virgin back there, and the sheer eroticism of being butt fucked again after all this time soon took over and washed away the pain.

Peter, however, had something more in mind than a simple ass fuck. Once all of his love pole was deep inside my bowel, he pulled my shoulders backward so that I lay stretched full length on top of him facing the sky. Under me he slid his feet inside my ankles and then spread them wide splitting my legs apart and leaving my stretched but empty pussy exposed, vulnerable, and dripping with my sex juice.

“All right Rebecca,” I Bycasino deneme bonusu heard him say. “Remember what you promised your little blond friend just a few minutes ago. Well here she is, all spread and waiting. Get down there and lick that pretty pussy. Do your very best and keep in mind what might happen to your tender ass otherwise.”

Becky had certainly not forgotten Peter’s switch. Without a word of protest or an instant of hesitation, she obediently knelt between our spread legs. Looking down between my tits at my pussy I could see her crawling toward me on her elbows, her full breasts swaying under her, and her eyes big and wide as she stared at my wet cunt.

Abruptly, her face dropped down into my crotch, and the top of her head began to rock and bob as her tongue raced up and down up the length of my gaping crack. My God, never had I felt anything like that…, my butt filled with a hard penis…, my cunt and clit scrubbed by another woman’s tongue…, Peter’s masterful hands playing with my tits, pinching my nipples, and all the while saying dirty things into my ear.

In hoarse whispers Peter described in detail how tight my ass hole was, how hot my bowel felt around his prick, and how my spasming tissues were milking him with my every orgasm. I knew well enough that his great male member was stretching my ass hole, but he told me about it anyway, describing how, when he was finished, his cum would drip from my distended anus. He reminded me once more that I was his property now, and this was only the beginning of how he would use and abuse me as his slut, his whore, his sex slave.

He demanded to know if I enjoyed taking his prick up my poop chute. I managed to whimper that I loved it. Then he asked me if I wanted him to give me to other men who would also fuck me in the ass. Before I could answer, however, he told me that what I wanted didn’t matter anyway. He was going to make me suck him off in front of his friends, and when their dicks were hard from watching, he would let them take me in both my pussy and my ass. If I refused, he said he would hang me from the gym bar and switch me the same way he had Becky, and after I had been punished, he would rent me to some stranger as a prostitute.

To be used as a public whore was not the worst of his plans for me, however. The worst, and the sexiest, of his threats was to make me strip in front of my husband and maybe even my daughter, and after they heard me beg for his cock, he would fuck me while they watched.

A butt full of cock, a female tongue licking my open pussy, and all this sexy talk about my submission was more than I could stand. The images he planted in my mind set me on fire. God, what this bastard was doing to me was awful, horrible, and humiliating beyond tolerance. Stimulated as I was, however, I accepted without protest that he owned me, body and soul, and had every right to do with me as he chose. My pitiful subservience to his abuse triggered a climax that raced thru my wretched body and exploded like an A-bomb in my belly. Peter’s ejaculation came almost simultaneously.

When at last strong hands under my ass lifted my bowel off his pole, I could feel his semen leaking from my stretched and open ass hole in a hot gooey stream. He made Becky and I take a 69 position on the pool deck with me on top. I was told to lick my friend’s pussy until she orgasmed. Poor Becky! She was given an even more humbling task. Lying beneath my spread legs, Peter’s cum dripped from my ass directly onto her face and mouth as she struggled to clean my ravaged rectum. Peter watched with considerable glee while he directed Becky’s efforts with humiliating suggestions.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze as Peter switched his attentions to Becky. He took great joy in shaming the poor woman before he would give her the sexual release that she so ached for. He would never just fuck her. Each time she had to beg him for his cock, and promise over and over that she would always be his slut and whore. Peter took particular pleasure in making her agree to suck his dick in front of her preacher husband.

Even after he had humbled her, he would not just fuck the poor woman and be done with it. No, there are many ways to shame a woman, and Peter knew them all. He knelt behind her and demanded that she back up to him on her hands and knees “so that he could fuck her like the dog bitch she was.” Once the end of his prick touched the crack of her ass, he insisted that she drop her shoulders to the ground in order to reach back with her hands and spread the cheeks of her ass for him as he teased her rectum with the end of his cock.

Poor Becky was already half crazy with anticipation that he was going to fuck her ass when Peter suddenly switched, and with a quick short jab split her pussy open. It was still a tease, however, because even as he reduced to an animal bitch in heat hung up on the end of his cock, he still refused to give her more that just the head and maybe two inches of meat.

Becky pleaded with for him to give her more. “Please, please, fuck me Peter,” she begged him shamelessly. “Give it all to me, I so need it in me. God damn you Peter Carr, fuck me with your big cock. Oh please put it all in me.”

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