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Birthday Surprise Ch. 01

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I was pretty excited when I woke up this morning. I quickly discovered that my wife had bound my four limbs to the bed as I slept, and when she noticed me starting to stir, she treated me to a beautiful smile.

“Morning darling. Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks baby. I think we both know what I want for my birthday present this year.”

I glanced down at the cage locked onto my cock, then the key hanging around her neck. She smiled at me again.

“You’re going to absolutely love your present, I know you will. But before we get around to that, here’s your first treat of the day.

She started to descend on my face, stopping a matter of inches above my face. I looked up at her pretty white panties with devotion.

“You can kiss them.”

I tried, harder than you would believe possible, but she was just too far.

“Please baby, please come a little lower.”

She lowered herself, but so quickly I didn’t even have time to plant a kiss on her outline. Just a quick touch of the fabric to my lips and I was enthralled.

“Please baby?”

“What will you give up to taste my O?”

I looked up at her again, trembling with anticipation.

“Please don’t make me do that baby? Mercy, not again.”

She smiled. In the past seven months, I had had twelve ruined orgasms and no full ones. We had gaziantep escort agreed that my first ten would be ruined, and then twice since I had given up and offered her a ruined orgasm. Once it was to be able to lick her after almost an entire night of her edging me, and once it was to get her to put her paddle away when she had me in a humbler.

She lowered herself onto my waiting face.

“Don’t worry sweetie, it’s your birthday. This one’s on me.”

I mumbled my thanks into her pussy, and she smiled again and enclosed my face between her thighs. For the next several minutes I kissed her panties without licking once, so I could be certain that when her panties were finally soaked through and I started to taste her properly, it was all her, and not my saliva. That was when I started to throw in some long licks as well.

“No going round the panties today sweetie. I don’t want it to be over too quickly, and I’m already pretty heated up from the thought of what we’ll be doing later, so this’ll have to do for now.”

She started slowly and rhythmically grinding into my face, in a way that made me as hard as I could possible become. My cage had what are called points of intrigue, small protrusions that aren’t pointed but still very painful when you really tried konya escort to expand. I could tell that I was starting to overflow through the sides of the cage in a way that really pinched as well, but I could barely feel it at the moment, my entire world centred between her thighs.

It was ten wonderful minutes later that she finally dismounted my face, after a pretty frantic finale where she was bucking hard against me in a way that I adored.

As soon as she climbed off I was aware of the pain in my cock, but seeing the look of satisfaction on her face made it all worthwhile.

“Wait right here darling.”

She disappeared out the door. The smell and taste of her kept me bulging out of the cage, so it seemed an eternity till she returned, carrying a tray laden with bacon, eggs and toast.

She washed my face quickly with a flannel, and then fed me soldiers, each one stuffed with eggs and bacon and peppers. It was a pretty brilliant morning so far.

When breakfast was over, she put on a fresh pair of panties, changing in the bathroom so I couldn’t see what I’d seen a hundred times before, which still turns me on even after all this time, and came back in and stuffed the soaked white ones into my waiting mouth, then sealed them with some masking tape. Her new pink kayseri escort ones looked absolutely fantastic, and I thought I could still see trickles of moisture on her thighs.

“Baby, you aren’t gonna cum now, and this is nothing to do with your birthday present. Just a bit of morning fun.”

She unlocked me, looking gleeful at the way I was bursting out of my cage, even more than I normallu am after having gone down on her. She still seems so innocent, acting shocked she can have such an effect on me. It always surprises me just what this girl who likes to act the part of the virgin maiden, trembling to touch my throbbing cock, is capable of doing when she’s made her mind up. The punishment she gave me last time I came without permission springs to mind.

Over the next forty five minutes or so she proceeded to edge me like absolutely crazy, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes making me fuck her hand, sometimes refusing to touch me if I bucked my hips at all when she had told me not to, always getting me so close I thought for sure I’d cum that time.

When she went to lock me up all I could do was moan into my gag even louder than I had been doing already. She’s gotten pretty good at forcing a very hard cock into a very small cage recently, but today for the first time in a while it was completely impossible, and she was forced to get the ice pack out. I whimpered as it went on, and then again as she finally got the lock shut.

She finally untied and ungagged me, and lay down in my arms.

“We’ll have to get ready for your parents soon, but we’re both in for an amazing night when we get back.”

To Be Continued.

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Dwight Has the Last Laugh Pt. 05

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It had been a few months since Seth’s birthday, and Nicole was again trying to set a new personal record at being a good wife. By not going after Dwight’s black dick anymore.

It was morning. Nicole and Seth exited the elevator in front of Dwight’s office. They carried luggage. He watched as they walked outside and to their car. They both ignored him. Dwight shrugged it off with a smirk.

After a few minutes, Seth entered Dwight’s office.

“Dwight. Nicole and I are going on vacation for a couple of weeks,” said Seth.

At first, Dwight was annoyed that Nicole had been ignoring him for so long and was now going away. He ignored Seth.

“Hello?! Dwight?! Stop thinking about food and listen to your tenant!” shouted Seth.

Dwight looked up at the annoying asshole in front of him.

“My sister is gonna be staying at our place while we’re gone,” said Seth. Then he looked outside at Kim and Nicole.

Dwight moved closer to Seth to peek outside at Kim. He saw her and Nicole talking. But they weren’t really talking. Nicole was giving Kim things to remember to do, and Kim was reading texts from her boyfriend Dylan. Dylan was out of town visiting schools.

Dwight watched in glee. The thing he noticed most was Kim’s curves. Her big ass. His mood went from annoyed to excited. Excited to further fuck Seth’s life up by now getting his 18 year old sister addicted to black cock. He was up for the challenge.

Seth continued whining. “I don’t want to get any phone calls from her about apartment issues while we’re gone or I’ll have your ass canned. Got it?” he barked at Dwight.

Dwight forced himself to calm down and let Seth have this one. “I got it,” said Dwight. Then Seth nodded, turned around and walked out to Kim and Nicole. Dwight watched from the doorway.

Outside, Nicole was talking with Kim while Seth finished packing the car. “Don’t forget, that last Sunday I have to leave early to meet with the reps from the university. I’m not missing that,” said Kim with an attitude.

“Okay. We’ll be back later that Sunday anyway. And, there’s one more thing,” said Nicole. She turned her head around to see Dwight watching them. She quickly turned back to Kim and leaned in close. “Kim, don’t talk to the super. He’s a prick,” she said.

“Whatever,” mumbled Kim as she rolled her eyes at Nicole. Nicole looked at Kim for a moment, then reluctantly got into the car as Seth approached Kim.

“Okay sis, we’re leaving. Remember, if anything happens, call me,” said Seth.

“I know, I know. Just go already,” said Kim with a smile. Seth hugged her for a moment, then got into the car and drove off while Kim watched.

Kim mersin escort turned around to go inside and saw the fat, old, black super grinning at her with his gold teeth. He extended his large hand.

“Hi. I’m Dwight. The super. So you’re Seth’s sister?” said Dwight.

Kim looked at Dwight’s massive hand and hesitated for a moment. Finally, she reached out and shook it. She felt his strength. “Uh, yeah. Kim. Nice to meet you,” she said as she released her handshake and walked away. She brushed him off and immediately started texting Dylan. Dwight watched her wide hips swing as she left.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Everything had been quiet the past few days. Nicole was cleaning up the apartment. She had to take a bag of trash down the hall. She was wearing booty shorts and a tee-shirt. She considered changing, but figured it was just down the hall and back. She peeked into the hallway and saw nobody. Then she quickly walked down the hall to throw away the trash. When she got back, she realized she’d left the keys in the apartment. The door was locked.

“Oh, fuck!” she shouted. She’d also left her phone on the couch inside. She thought for a minute, then decided to head downstairs to the super’s apartment. Nicole had told her to avoid him, but Kim didn’t care. She figured she had to get back in, so it was necessary.

Kim went downstairs and knocked on Dwight’s door. He answered, wearing jeans and an undersized tee shirt. His belly stuck out from under it. He was sweaty and Kim was disgusted by him.

Dwight grinned. “Hello, Kim. Can I help you?” he said. He couldn’t help but eye her curvy body, focusing on that plump ass of hers.

Kim saw Dwight ogling her, and felt embarrassed. This weird, fat old man was staring at her and enjoying it. She had to speak up. “Um, yeah. I got locked out of the apartment,” she said without looking him in the eyes.

“I’ll get my set of keys and walk you up,” Dwight said with a smile.

“Oh, would you? Thanks!” said Kim. She didn’t understand why Nicole would call Dwight a prick when he seemed nice enough.

Dwight left for a few moments, then returned with the keys. “After you,” he said with a grin.

Kim knew what he was doing. He just wanted to watch her ass move in those shorts. “What a pig,” she thought to herself. She rolled her eyes and quickly led the way to the elevator. Dwight happily followed.

Dwight pushed the elevator button and waited. There was an awkward silence. Kim felt compelled to speak. “Nicole told me not to talk to you,” she blurted out nervously.

Dwight turned to see Kim finally looking him in the kocaeli escort eyes. He smiled. “You’re talking to me right now, though,” he said.

“Well, I don’t really like Nicole. And you seem like a good guy,” said Kim.

Dwight laughed as the elevator arrived. “Nicole’s a good girl,” he said as they got on. They stood side by side.

“Dylan’s gonna be worried I haven’t responded,” said Kim.

“Who’s Dylan?” asked Dwight.

“My boyfriend,” said Kim. “We grew up together. Been dating since we were freshmen. He’s amazing,” she added.

Dwight smiled. “That’s nice,” he said. “High school sweethearts.”

Kim smiled back. “My first and only boyfriend,” she said proudly.

“Wow,” said Dwight. “You must be a really good girl to not even wonder,” he added. His words caught Kim off guard. She thought about what he meant.

“Wonder about what?” Kim asked.

“Other guys,” said Dwight. Then the elevator stopped. Dwight walked out first and led the way this time. Kim followed silently behind in confusion.

Dwight unlocked the door for Kim and decided to put his plan into action. He stepped inside first, leading Kim in. He wiped his sweaty forehead. “Do you mind if I wipe this with a paper towel?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

Kim noticed Dwight knew where he was going. “Um, yeah, sure. You know your way around this place,” she said.

Dwight grabbed a paper towel, wiped his forehead, then walked into the living room. “I’ve done a lot of hard work in this apartment,” he said. Kim instinctively closed the door and followed him into the living room. She could see he was sweating, out of shape.

“Do you want some water?” asked Kim.

“Oh, yes please,” said Dwight.

Kim walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. She walked back out and handed it to Dwight. His finger grazed hers when he took the glass from her.

Kim couldn’t stop thinking about what Dwight said in the elevator. She sat on the couch and looked up at him.

“What did you mean by ‘other guys’ in the elevator?” she asked.

Dwight looked down at Kim. He was a few feet away from her. His crotch was level with her head. “I mean, you never thought about other guys? I don’t mean love. Just, physically?” he asked her.

Kim was startled by his direct questions. She admitted. “Of course I have. But never enough to act on those thoughts.”

“You ever think about black guys?” asked Dwight.

“What?! Ew, no!” shouted Kim. Then she blushed, embarrassed by her words.

Dwight was annoyed by what she said. But it only motivated him more to convert her to samsun escort a slut for black dick.

“I’m sorry,” said Kim. “I didn’t mean anything. I mean, I’ve heard the stupid myths about black guys being bigger and all that b.s.” she said jokingly.

Dwight laughed. “That’s no myth,” he said. “We are.”

Kim nervously laughed. “Whatever,” she said. She was feeling uncomfortable now. Suddenly, her phone received a text. She quickly looked down at the couch and picked it up. It was a text from Dylan. She nervously texted him back for a few moments, ignoring Dwight and hoping he’d leave.

When Kim looked up, she gasped. There, a few feet in front of her, staring right at her, was Dwight’s half-erect, 10 inch, thick black dick. It was popping out of the zipper of his jeans and aiming at her.

“Oh my God! What are you doing?!” Kim shouted as she turned her head to look away. “Put it away! Now,” she said as she found herself peeking back at it.

“It’s okay,” Dwight said. “It’s not like you’re cheating. I just wanted to prove it to you. Look,” he said to her with a smile.

Kim felt flushed, warm, nervous, excited. She didn’t understand what was happening. “Okay, if I look will you put it away and leave?” she asked angrily.

“Of course,” Dwight said.

Kim turned and looked at the big dick. She couldn’t believe it’s size. Her mouth opened and she instinctively licked her lips. “It’s…big,” she said.

“Yes it is. And thick. Is Dylan’s like this?” Dwight asked.

Kim shook her head ‘no’ in a daze. She kept looking at it as it pulsated in front of her.

Dwight noticed Kim’s vulnerability and decided to go for it. He slowly stepped forward, his big dick swinging with each step. Kim’s eyes went from Dwight’s dick to his eyes and back to his dick. She didn’t sit back. She didn’t tell him to stop walking up to her. She just watched his dick get closer and closer to her face.

Dwight stopped with his cockhead about an inch away from Kim’s face. They looked each other in the eyes. Dwight noticed Kim’s mouth start to open ever so slightly just as her phone started ringing. She suddenly snapped out of her daze, grabbed her phone and stood up. She looked at Dwight in horror as she answered the phone.

“Hey baby,” she said into the phone. “No, hold on.” She walked over to the front door and opened it. Dwight turned and looked at her. She furiously pointed for Dwight to leave. He put his dick away and walked out of the apartment. Kim slammed the door behind him. She was mortified and confused by what she’d almost done. She talked to Dylan to get her mind off it all.

But Dwight walked away with a smile. The damage was done. He wasn’t going to let Dylan’s inconvenient timing ruin his destruction of this white girl. He knew that he’d be fucking her mouth if that phone hadn’t rang. He knew the seed was planted in her mind and that she’d come looking for him soon. And he knew how to fuck with her even more.

TO BE CONTINUED

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“There’s a tow truck out here with a car,” yelled the motel clerk. “You gonna be checkin’ out soon? You fellers only paid fer one night, you know!” He sounded like old Festus on “Gun Smoke”and Alex wondered if Marshall Dillon might be in the back room somewhere.

Alex hung up the phone and sighed deeply. It was time to get dressed and start driving to Denver, he thought. But once more Alex felt a great sadness come over him. What was he going to tell Judy? What was going to happen to their marriage? What was he going to do with his life?

Rob put on his clothes and went outside to pay the tow truck operator. Everything seemed to be in order with his car. There wasn’t any damage to the outside and the engine started right up. It looked like he could be on his way and didn’t need a good Samaritan any more.

Alex dressed and went outside too. “Why are you going to Utah?” he asked as he put his suitcase into the back of the Blazer.

“Meeting a friend at Park City,” said Rob. “We’re going to ski for a week.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“No, my boyfriend doesn’t get into sports. This is just a fellow I know from college.”

“Is he gay?” asked Alex.

“No, straight as an arrow. He knows I’m gay, though.”

“So what are you going to do in Park City yalova escort for sex?”

Rob laughed. “Jeez, I dunno! Don’t you think we had enough to last a while?”

Alex shook his head.

“You can always screw your wife,” said Rob, grinning, but he wished immediately that he could take it back, because Alex’s face grew dark. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Do you think I could get your phone number?” asked Alex. “Maybe I could call you sometime. We might have a convention in Chicago or something. You never know.”

“Sure,” replied Rob. “Here, get in the car a minute. I’ve got some paper in the glove compartment. I’ll write it down for you.”

As he climbing into Rob’s car, Alex wiped his eyes with his sleeve. It was a quick movement and most people wouldn’t have noticed it, but Rob caught it out of the corner of his eye and saw, to his surprise, that Alex was crying.

“Hey, stud! What’s the matter? Are you all right?”

Alex’s voice quivered. “I can’t go home and pretend that everything’s the same as it was. I don’t belong there. I don’t know what to do,” he said. He looked pitiful. “But it’s not your problem,” he added.

Rob put his hand on Alex’s arm. “You know, I can be a real asshole sometimes. edirne escort I didn’t realize this was such a big thing for you. Man, I’m really sorry!”

Alex choked up for a moment and had trouble catching his breath. Finally his words came out in a broken whisper: “I . . . think . . . I love you,” he said.

The two men sat silently in the car for several minutes. Alex tried to hide his embarrassment and Rob struggled unsuccessfully to think of something to say. It had been a long time since anyone had said words like that to him.

Finally, in a gentle voice, Rob said, “Being gay and having a boyfriend isn’t like being married, you know. People come in and out of your life. You hook up with a lot of people. There are a lot of times when you’re lonely. Like I said, I’ve blown a lot of guys in my life.”

“I know,” said Alex. “I know it’s different being gay. But I think you can still love someone.” He paused, then went on. “Anyway, it doesn’t change anything. I can’t go home, that’s for sure. I’ll figure something else out, I guess.”

Rob watched Alex for a few minutes, thinking things over. He thought about how Alex had helped him out with his car and paid for the motel room. He thought about Alex’s beautiful body erzurum escort and his passionate, eager lovemaking. He thought about how well Alex had fucked his ass, which brought a flush to his face. “Do you ever ski?” he asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” said Alex. “I like to ski. I go to Aspen a couple times a year.”

“You wanna come to Park City? I know it’s a long drive, but we’ll have a decent condo to stay in. I don’t think my buddy would mind.”

Alex was unable to answer for a moment and stared blankly at Rob. He was confused by so many different emotions. He knew he ought to take his time and think things through. He shouldn’t impose on people, or make big decisions when he was so emotional. But deep down, he knew he would never make sense of all this stuff. Life was short and he had already wasted much of his.

There was a pay telephone booth at the gas station in Brush Creek. Alex pulled in and got out of the Blazer. He stepped inside the booth and dialed his home phone number, knowing the answering machine would pick up the call.

“Judy, it’s Alex,” he said into the receiver. “I won’t be coming home tonight. I’m going to Park City and I might be there a few days. Maybe a week. I got some issues to work out. I can’t tell you everything now, but I’ll give you a call you later. Take care.”

When he got back in the Blazer he looked over at Rob, who was sitting in his passenger seat. The two had talked it over and Rob had agreed. The Blazer had four-wheel drive and would be a lot safer in the mountains if they hit another snow storm on the way to Utah.

THE END

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I was pretty excited when I woke up this morning. I quickly discovered that my wife had bound my four limbs to the bed as I slept, and when she noticed me starting to stir, she treated me to a beautiful smile.

“Morning darling. Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks baby. I think we both know what I want for my birthday present this year.”

I glanced down at the cage locked onto my cock, then the key hanging around her neck. She smiled at me again.

“You’re going to absolutely love your present, I know you will. But before we get around to that, here’s your first treat of the day.

She started to descend on my face, stopping a matter of inches above my face. I looked up at her pretty white panties with devotion.

“You can kiss them.”

I tried, harder than you would believe possible, but she was just too far.

“Please baby, please come a little lower.”

She lowered herself, but so quickly I didn’t even have time to plant a kiss on her outline. Just a quick touch of the fabric to my lips and I was enthralled.

“Please baby?”

“What will you give up to taste my O?”

I looked up at her again, trembling with anticipation.

“Please don’t make me do that baby? Mercy, not again.”

She smiled. In the past seven months, I had had twelve ruined orgasms and no full ones. We had gaziantep escort agreed that my first ten would be ruined, and then twice since I had given up and offered her a ruined orgasm. Once it was to be able to lick her after almost an entire night of her edging me, and once it was to get her to put her paddle away when she had me in a humbler.

She lowered herself onto my waiting face.

“Don’t worry sweetie, it’s your birthday. This one’s on me.”

I mumbled my thanks into her pussy, and she smiled again and enclosed my face between her thighs. For the next several minutes I kissed her panties without licking once, so I could be certain that when her panties were finally soaked through and I started to taste her properly, it was all her, and not my saliva. That was when I started to throw in some long licks as well.

“No going round the panties today sweetie. I don’t want it to be over too quickly, and I’m already pretty heated up from the thought of what we’ll be doing later, so this’ll have to do for now.”

She started slowly and rhythmically grinding into my face, in a way that made me as hard as I could possible become. My cage had what are called points of intrigue, small protrusions that aren’t pointed but still very painful when you really tried konya escort to expand. I could tell that I was starting to overflow through the sides of the cage in a way that really pinched as well, but I could barely feel it at the moment, my entire world centred between her thighs.

It was ten wonderful minutes later that she finally dismounted my face, after a pretty frantic finale where she was bucking hard against me in a way that I adored.

As soon as she climbed off I was aware of the pain in my cock, but seeing the look of satisfaction on her face made it all worthwhile.

“Wait right here darling.”

She disappeared out the door. The smell and taste of her kept me bulging out of the cage, so it seemed an eternity till she returned, carrying a tray laden with bacon, eggs and toast.

She washed my face quickly with a flannel, and then fed me soldiers, each one stuffed with eggs and bacon and peppers. It was a pretty brilliant morning so far.

When breakfast was over, she put on a fresh pair of panties, changing in the bathroom so I couldn’t see what I’d seen a hundred times before, which still turns me on even after all this time, and came back in and stuffed the soaked white ones into my waiting mouth, then sealed them with some masking tape. Her new pink kayseri escort ones looked absolutely fantastic, and I thought I could still see trickles of moisture on her thighs.

“Baby, you aren’t gonna cum now, and this is nothing to do with your birthday present. Just a bit of morning fun.”

She unlocked me, looking gleeful at the way I was bursting out of my cage, even more than I normallu am after having gone down on her. She still seems so innocent, acting shocked she can have such an effect on me. It always surprises me just what this girl who likes to act the part of the virgin maiden, trembling to touch my throbbing cock, is capable of doing when she’s made her mind up. The punishment she gave me last time I came without permission springs to mind.

Over the next forty five minutes or so she proceeded to edge me like absolutely crazy, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes making me fuck her hand, sometimes refusing to touch me if I bucked my hips at all when she had told me not to, always getting me so close I thought for sure I’d cum that time.

When she went to lock me up all I could do was moan into my gag even louder than I had been doing already. She’s gotten pretty good at forcing a very hard cock into a very small cage recently, but today for the first time in a while it was completely impossible, and she was forced to get the ice pack out. I whimpered as it went on, and then again as she finally got the lock shut.

She finally untied and ungagged me, and lay down in my arms.

“We’ll have to get ready for your parents soon, but we’re both in for an amazing night when we get back.”

To Be Continued.

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All things much come to an end and so it was with our getaway weekend. Lori and I had shared the relative calm and restive night-life of Santa Barbara for three days, the time had come to pack up and go back to our respective homes. The food was excellent, the dancing exciting, the sex wonderful, and the rest refreshing but it was over, the everyday grind awaited.

I had pretty much finished packing. A guy doesn’t need that much for a weekend and what he brings should be mostly the products that insure he won’t become malodorly offensive. I stood before the wide window, absorbing the impressive view below. We were only on the fourth floor, but that was enough to see the white beach curving away, the waves breaking and rushing in, the gulls soaring on invisible winds, and the somewhat more mundane parking lot below. I idly scanned the multi-colored, chrome brightened vehicles and some movement inside one of them directly below our window caught my eye.

Looking directly through the windshield, I saw two people seated side by side, talking, one of whom was making vehement use of hands to express himself. The woman, sitting in the driver’s seat, wore a halter dress, the hem of which ended somewhere at mid thigh. He was in a floral button down shirt and cargo shorts. In short, a typical tourist couple in their twenties. He was thin and her curves were shown to advantage by the dress.

As I watched, the woman caught the man’s fluttering hands and leaned toward him, speaking animatedly. It wasn’t much, but a little human drama was preferable to the sea gulls trying to stay in one spot in the sky against the wind. Whatever the woman had been saying must have packed some power because the man suddenly leaned forward and kissed her.

The kiss didn’t seem to begin with much, maybe he was just trying to shut her up, but after a few seconds she released his hands and her arms went around his neck. The plot thickens, I thought. From the movement I could make out, the kisses were becoming longer and passionate. His hands had gone around her waist and even though her long curly hair hid the details of what was going on, I could tell they were not taking being idle.

“Are you ready to go?” called my companion from the bathroom where she was working female magic.

“Uhm, yeah, just about…” I answered, not taking my eyes off the couple in the car below. Whoa!

The woman had suddenly leaned back in her seat, her hair flying aside to show that her car-mate had worked the clasp on the halter leaving her breasts fully exposed. Just as I began to wonder if those were real, her seat back dropped all the way down, the shock setting into glorious motion that which had freshly been revealed and reminding denizli escort me of the old song lyric it must be jelly cuz jam don’t shake like that.

I wasn’t treated to the unimpeded view for long. I lost it when Mister Man leaned over the central console in the car, putting his head between my eyes and her impressive bosom. “You fucker,” I whispered, feeling my baggies becoming less roomy. Was he? Her hands went to the back of his neck, then her fingers into his hair. I couldn’t see her face, the car roof cut her off just at the shoulder line. Of course he was, I could tell by the movements of his head and the way her fingers were treating him. I reached down and adjusted myself then started. I guiltily looked around and then made a quick circuit of the parking lot. Lori was still in the bathroom and nobody was in the lot. This little unintended show was a private one.

The thin man had almost climbed over the center divider in his fervor. I saw that while I had been hastily checking the area, he had slipped his hand between her legs, The damned steering wheel was blocking a complete view, but his arm was not keeping still and I realized her hips weren’t either. By then I could have been used as the flag pole of any military base and the need to be touched was very strong. What the hell… I ran my thumb along the line of my fly, right where the plump vein would be seen if I’d been wearing less. Uh oh

She was pushing him back. He was resisting, I could see he wasn’t anxious to get sent back to passenger-seat-land. My suspicion was that she had enough of out-door play and was ready to make a break for the room. Ahhh, crap, well it was good while — Hello?

Mister Man seemed to have other ideas… or maybe she did. She wasn’t trying to get the halter back together and he was definitely getting ready for something. He fumbled at his waistband, tugged downward, dropped his hand beside the seat, BAM, just like hers, the seat went back. She, in the mean time, was working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. This time she leaned over and I lost sight of his chest, not that I was interested in it, when it disappeared under a deluge of curls. His motions were rushed. He pushed his hips upward and pushed with his hands, and bingo Mister Johnson made his appearance. My mouth literally gaped. Even at the distance of four floors I could see that there was extra horsepower in that Johnson. Apparently I was not alone in my appreciation because the woman’s hand was quick to capture the big one before it could get away.

As before, the car roof didn’t allow me to see his face, but I could see plenty. Her hand was returning the favor his had bestowed diyarbakır escort upon her. As she moved her palm and fingers I couldn’t help but think of the treatment a motorcycle throttle got… if it had a knob on the end. My hand started to keep time with her movements. I realized the mass of curls was heading southward, and –

“What the hell are you doing?” Lori asked in a voice only two steps away from a Jerry Springer discussion volume. A cat would have made it to the ceiling and hung there by its claws, me – I barely managed to clear three feet in height from a flat footed shocked surprise. She kept talking as I tried to swallow my heart where it was trying to escape through my throat.

“I asked you if you wanted to bring the car around, and when you didn’t answer,” I motioned her toward me, pointing at the car she couldn’t see “I come out to find you, getting ready to-” she stepped closer and saw. “Oh!”

During that short episode of cardiac arrest, the woman had completed her southward trek. From the motions of her head and the way his hands were stroking the curls, I’d say she found the South Pole on the first try. It wouldn’t have been difficult, it certainly was tall enough. In no time, my frightened turtle had resumed its former heroic proportions. After a few minutes of watching, Lori’s hand took over for mine. That allowed me to unsnap her shorts which inspired her to unzip mine. We kept things in motion while the couple below worked through their difficulties.

Lori twisted me in her grip. “It’s big, isn’t it?” She asked. I pushed her shorts down over her deliciously rounded ass. “It’s huge, how can you tell?”

“She’s moving a lot, she sighed, leaning forward a little. “She’s got a lot of territory to cover,” I murmured, moving behind and then into her.

Lori put her palms against the glass and pushed back to meet me. She kept her eyes locked on the duo below while I held her hips and moved slowly at first, the faster. I couldn’t see from my new angle, but I had other inspirations. Lori moaned and moved with me, her hair swaying with our movements, her breasts bouncing under her t-shirt. I slipped my hand between her thighs, found where we were joined and began to play.

“Ohhhh, my GOD!” she groaned and rammed herself backward. I knew my lover well enough to know that her reaction was due to something other than my touch. I craned forward and looked below. “He’s cumming,” Lori helped.

Yes, he was. Lori rolled her hips against me, allowing me to share the vision. The woman had freed him from her mouth and was pumping as if to salvage a sinking vessel, one whose main mast sprang from a bed of antalya escort brown curls. We watched as she milked him in fast strokes, then slower and longer ones, finally playing eagle claw at the end. I leaned back and started to pick up the pace, replacing the soft sigh of skin on skin with the slap and wet pop of hard cock fucking ready pussy. Lori put her head down but by her faint reflection in the glass I could see she was still watching our players. “Ohhh… ohhh… look, Brandon, look at them now!”

I surged forward, grabbing her hands and spreading them so she was pressed flat against the glass, me sunk deep into her. I looked over her shoulder to see what had affected her.

The woman was back in the driver’s seat, as if she’d ever left. Her dress was pulled up over her hips, her knees pulled up as much as the dashboard and steering wheel allowed. Again, the wheel prevented me from seeing clearly what he was doing, so I was puzzled at first. Whatever it was, it was… fast…?

Lori came to my rescue while she writhed, pinned between me and the glass. “He’s spanking her pussy,” she turned her face to one side, “her clit.” and sunk her teeth into my arm. The woman below began to shake, her hands were between her thighs, presumably helping. She began to buck, her breasts heaving and bounding while her lover continued his rapid one handed clap. I couldn’t tell, but it seemed to me he was intently watching her face as she came.

Lori bit harder, her throat giving off a high pitched keening sound, and I felt her convulse around me. That set me off, and the couple below was forgotten as we in the room rode each other up and over another roller coaster ride. This one, though, was the highest and fastest of our weekend. When I was done shouting and growling, we slid from the window into an undignified, but loving, heap of gasping flesh.

It took us a while to recover, a little more time for Lori to fix the damage done to her makeup, but when we were done I grabbed the bags and we headed down to the desk to turn in the keys. The desk clerk was very bright eyed and efficient, processing us out in short order.

“Did you enjoy your stay?”

“Absolutely,” replied Lori.

“Right up to the last minute,” I added.

We strode for the entry, anxious to get on the road, both smiling. We were delayed for a minute to allow another couple to come in, a thin man in shorts and a buxom woman in a rumpled halter dress. I stood, holding the door, waiting for Lori, who had given the man the once over when he’d walked by and was now eyeing the woman. She noticed Lori’s attention and turned to face her.

“Yes?” she asked politely.

Lori smiled and made a vague motion toward her own dark locks.

“You’ve got a little something in your… uh… hair and probably on the seat, too” she replied in a low voice. The woman’s face first was blank, then went flaming red.

I choked on my laugh and followed my wicked girl-friend just as soon as she had passed.

The drive home took longer than normal.

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Jen hurried from the bathroom, feeling unsteady in her high heels. It had gotten crowded. She looked for Michael but didn’t see him. Confused and needing to settle her nerves, she went to the bar and ordered a white wine. She drank it quickly, and ordered another.

“Party girl, that’s what I like,” Jen heard someone say behind her. She turned and saw it was Mark. She blushed, remembering how she had teased him a few weeks back.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Mark said, a big grin on his face. “I like a girl who knows how to have fun.”

“I was just thirsty,” Jen said, knowing how feeble her excuse sounded even as she said it. She turned back to the bar, hoping Mark would go away.

Instead, Mark offered his hand. “We’ve never been formally introduced. I’m Mark.”

Jen reluctantly swiveled to face Mark, and politely smiled. “I’m Jen,” she said, briefly grasping Mark’s offered hand.

“You and your husband – Mike, right? – you hang around with Victor and Monique a lot.”

Jen blushed again. “Sometimes we do,” she said. Did Mark know? Jen noticed that Mark watched her lips as she spoke, not her face.

“So … do you guys get together outside the club, too?”

“Well, sometimes,” Jen stammered, her discomfort magnified as Mark kept his eyes focused on her mouth. “Is it any of your business?” she asked defiantly.

Mark laughed dismissively. “Don’t get upset, I’m just making conversation.”

“I’m not getting upset,” Jen said defensively. She didn’t like this man. Jen judged him to be a rich lawyer with family money, a person used to getting whatever he wanted.

Mark smiled and moved closer so only Jen could hear. “So, are you giving us another show tonight?”

Jen looked bewildered. “Show? What do you mean?”

“Come on,” Mark said in a condescending voice. “I know your type. You like to show off your body.”

“I do not!” Jen said indignantly.

Mark looked at Jen knowingly, and she blushed, remembering again how she had exposed her legs to him a few weeks ago. He sniggered mockingly as he saw Jen’s obvious discomfort, humiliating her even more. He took a step back, and looked Jen up and down. His hungry eyes focused on her bosom. “That dress shows you off well. Nice choice.”

Jen flushed under Mark’s leering gaze. She knew she was showing off a lot in the dress. The dress barely reached her mid-thigh. To her horror, she realized her nipples were still erect and outlined through the thin stretching material. She wondered where Michael was. She wished he’d come and save her from this brute.

“Listen, you don’t need to play games with me. I know you’re swinging with Victor and Monique. My wife’s nothing much to look at.” Mark gestured over his shoulder, and Jen saw a woman sitting across the room, chatting with other girls. His wife (her name was Suzanne) was cute, but overweight.

Then Jen felt Mark’s hand on her knee. She looked back. He was so close his lips almost touched her cheek. “I hear your husband’s trying to do some business. I’m well connected. I can introduce him to the right people.” Mark edged the tips of his fingers under Jen’s dress. “Provided, of course, I get what I want.”

Jen couldn’t believe Mark’s blatant proposition. “No thank you!” Jen said coldly, putting as much indignation into her voice as she could. She pushed Mark’s hand away and slid off the stool. But as she did, her skirt hiked up exposing her stocking tops and garter straps.

Mark gasped at the sight. “Thanks babe, now I’ll have something to fantasize about when I’m fucking my wife tonight.”

Jen blushed deep red. She hadn’t meant to flash Mark, but it was clear he thought she had done it on purpose. Worst, Mark’s wife had seen what had happened, and was walking quickly towards her.

Suzanne grabbed Jen’s arm. “I saw what you did, bitch! You stay away from my husband!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re mistaken. We were just talking.” Jen tried to pull her arm away but the larger woman was too strong. She glanced around the room, hoping to spot Michael, hoping he would help her. Where was he?

“Don’t lie to me, bitch!” Suzanne hissed angrily. She was practically shouting, and people were turning to look. “I’ve heard about you! I’ve heard about the games you play! Flaunting your body, using your looks to seduce men!”

Jen saw that everyone had turned to look at her. She flushed red, feeling even more exposed in her revealing dress. “Please,” Jen pleaded in a low voice. “This is all a mistake. We were just talking.”

“A mistake?” Suzanne mocked. She, too, had noticed the crowd around them. She intended to do everything urfa escort she could to embarrass and humiliate the blonde slut. “Look at you! Your dress is practically see-through. Are you telling me you’re not trying to expose yourself? You’re a slutty exhibitionist! I saw you pull up your dress, exposing yourself to my husband!”

“No, it was an accident, I didn’t do it on purpose,” Jen pleaded, tears falling down her cheeks. Where was Michael? She needed him to save her from this!

“So you admit you exposed yourself to my husband? You slut! You look like a hooker, you should be walking the streets.” Suddenly Suzanne grabbed Jen’s long blonde hair, making Jen yelp in pain. Suzanne jerked Jen towards her so their faces almost touched. “Stay away from my husband!” Suzanne growled. “Or I swear to god, I’ll hurt you! I’ll cut off all your pretty hair, that’s what I’ll do!”

“Suzanne, let her go!” a stern voice commanded. Thank god, Jen thought, Michael had finally arrived.

But when Suzanne let go, Jen saw it wasn’t Michael. It was Victor.

Victor scowled into Suzanne’s face. “She made a pass at Mark,” Suzanne said, her arms crossed defiantly.

Victor glared at Mark, his muscular body towering over the smaller man. Mark took a step back, a wary look on his face. He was clearly intimidated by the large black man. The swagger Mark had shown just a few minutes before had vanished in the presence of the dominating Victor. “Come on honey,” he said conciliatorily. “Jen didn’t come on to me. It’s all a misunderstanding.”

Suzanne scowled at her husband. “Whatever,” she finally said. She grabbed Mark’s hand and pulled him away, casting a final deadly look at Jen before disappearing into the crowd.

Jen wiped away her tears and forced herself to stop crying. Feeling embarrassed and completely humiliated, she quickly walked away in the direction opposite to Suzanne and Mark. The crowd parted to let her through, but all eyes were on her, and the room was full of gleeful murmuring and snickers. Jen tried not to listen to the cruel things people were saying as she passed. Just wanting to get away, she entered an empty parlor off the ballroom. She collapsed into a chair and started sobbing uncontrollably.

After a few minutes she heard the door open. She felt comforting hands on her shoulders. “Finally, Michael is here,” she sighed to herself in relief. But when she turned her head, it wasn’t Michael. Again, it was Victor.

Victor hugged Jen into his arms. “I know you’re upset. Don’t be. Suzanne is a fat bitch, and her husband Mark is a lazy ass-hole. They live off family money. You’re way better than them.”

“She called me a slut!” Jen cried, tears streaming down her face. “She said I looked like a prostitute!”

Victor kissed away Jen’s tears. “She’s jealous, that’s all. She hates you because you’re so beautiful and sexy.” Victor hugged Jen tighter, and he continued to kiss away the tears on her cheek.

Jen leaned into Victor. It felt good in his strong arms, pressed against his muscular chest. She felt safe and secure. Victor’s lips moved from her cheeks to her mouth. When he kissed her she didn’t stop him.

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Michael watched the door to the ladies room, anxiously waiting for his wife to emerge. He couldn’t believe how hot she looked, the tight black dress exposing her wonderful legs to mid-thigh, and her shapely legs encased in sheer black stockings. He knew she was wearing a garter belt from the telltale bumps, even before fondling her in the car as they drove to the club. He hadn’t wanted to go to the club after seeing what she was wearing. He wanted to jump her right then and fuck all night. But he had already told Victor they would be going.

Michael’s heart leaped when the door opened and Jen walked out, followed a few seconds later by Monique. He moved towards her, and then paused. Something appeared wrong. Jen looked flushed, and had a confused look on her face. Monique had an odd expression on her face, too. Disappointment? He got hard imagining what might have happened in the bathroom. His curiosity got the better of him, so instead of joining Jen, he hid in the crowd, watching her.

Jen walked to the bar and ordered wine. Things became more interesting when a man approached her (Michael had heard his name was Mark). It was clear Mark was hitting on Jen. Michael was about to join his wife and save her from Mark’s advances when he felt someone press against his back.

“Hi there handsome,” said a sultry voice. Michael turned. It was Monique.

Monique balıkesir escort looked past Michael’s shoulder, at the bar. “Looks like Mark is hoping to get lucky tonight with your pretty wife,” Monique said in a playful voice.

“I need to get over there,” Michael said.

“No you don’t,” Monique said mischievously as she grabbed Michael’s shirt under his jacket. She teasingly ran her manicured nails over his back. “Let’s see what happens.”

Just then, Mark placed his hand on Jen’s knee. Monique sensed the sexual tension building in Michael’s body as they watched Mark caress Jen’s thigh, and edge his fingers under her dress.

“This really excites you, doesn’t it?” Monique whispered into Michael’s ear. “Watching as another man seduces your wife?”

They watched as Jen pushed Mark’s hand away, and then slid off the bar stool. Monique felt Michael’s breath catch in his throat as Jen’s dress rode high up her leg, exposing her stocking tops and garter belt. Monique smiled. “Very nice,” she whispered approvingly.

Suzanne grabbed Jen’s arm and started screaming at her. Alarmed, Michael took a step towards his wife, but Monique again pulled him back. “It’s okay,” she said reassuringly. “Over there, see? Victor is coming. He knows Mark and Suzanne better than you, he’ll handle it.”

Victor quickly diffused the situation, in the process humiliating Suzanne and Mark. Suzanne angrily stomped away, followed closely by Mark. Looking distraught, Jen hurried away in the opposite direction. Laughter and whispered gossip followed her as she disappeared into the east parlor, her face red with embarrassment and shame.

“Look,” Monique said, gesturing at Victor who was moving unnoticed in the opposite direction. “He’s going the back way to the east parlor.” She tugged Michael’s arm excitedly. “Come on, let’s go see.”

Monique led Michael to the hallway Victor had taken. It led away from the crowd, so they (like Victor) were unnoticed. They approached the door to the east parlor, but instead of going in, Monique pulled him into the room next door.

“Not many people know about this,” Monique explained as she pulled back curtains that covered one of the walls, uncovering a window into the east parlor. “It’s a one-way mirror. We can see them, but they can’t see us.” Monique flipped a speaker switch next to the window. “Now we can hear them, too.”

Michael gasped as he looked through the window into the parlor. Victor and Jen were locked in a passionate embrace, his mouth covering hers, his large black hands exploring her body.

Monique looked at Michael and saw the excitement in his face. She smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. “You really like this, don’t you?” She looked down and saw the tent formed in Michael’s pants. “You like watching your wife with another man.”

Monique reached down and unzipped Michael’s pants, pulling out his hard dick. He moaned as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She glanced back at the window. Victor had pulled Jen’s skirt up around her waist, completely revealing the young blonde’s long stocking-clad legs. “Jen’s legs are soooo nice,” Monique cooed admiringly, and Michael nodded in agreement. Michael watched breathlessly as Victor snaked his hand into his wife’s panties, the filmy material straining against the black man’s large hand.

“Ohhh godddd,” Jen moaned as Victor fingered her.

“Get on your knees!” Victor commanded. “Suck my cock!”

Monique watched Michael as Jen got on her knees and pulled Victor’s cock out of his pants. She smiled when she saw the amazed expression on Michael’s face. “He’s really big, isn’t he?” she said, her eyes not leaving Michael’s face.

Michael glanced at her, and as he did Monique squeezed his penis, causing him to look down. Monique cupped his penis, almost all of it fitting within her small hand. Then Monique looked back through the window, Michael following her gaze. Even with both her hands, Jen struggled to hold Victor’s long, thick shaft. The size difference was startling. Michael looked back at Monique, and he found her looking at him, an amused expression on her face. Michael’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

They heard a gagging sound and turned back to the window. They saw Jen with her mouth wide, trying to swallow Victor’s bulbous cockhead. She managed to swallow his cockhead and part of his shaft, but most of his shaft remained outside her mouth. He was too thick to swallow down her throat, and she gagged whenever Victor tried to stuff more in. Saliva flowed down her chin and covered her hands, the diamond of trabzon escort her engagement ring glistening from the slick moisture.

Michael panted excitedly, his eyes glued on his wife as she sucked Victor. Monique was wet watching Michael watch Jen and Victor. “You like watching Jen suck Victor, don’t you?” she said breathlessly.

“God yeah,” Michael grunted.

Victor pulled Jen to her feet. His heavy cock swung crudely back and forth as he moved Jen across the room until she faced a billiards table. He bent her at the waist so her tits pressed against the table’s velvet surface, and then pulled her skirt up passed her ass. With his foot, he pushed Jen’s legs apart, her high heels sliding across the waxed hardwood floors.

Jen gripped the sides of the table, bracing herself, as she felt Victor pull her panties to the side and position his cockhead at the lips of her pussy. “Ughhhh godddd!” she gasped as Victor penetrated her. “Oh god, oh god!” Jen wailed as Victor impaled her on more of his thick shaft.

Victor wrapped his black fingers in Jen’s blonde hair and pulled her head back so they were cheek to cheek. “You love my cock, don’t you bitch!” Victor hissed. “You want more of my big black cock, don’t you?”

“Oh god, yes!” Jen begged. She reached back and grabbed Victor’s pants, pulling him towards her. “Give it all to me!”

Michael and Monique watched as, inch-by-inch, Victor’s cock disappeared into Jen’s pussy. Finally he was completely inside, and then he began to pound her. Jen gripped the sides of the table as Victor savagely fucked her, her pretty face pressed against the velvet surface of the pool table.

It’s funny what you notice at times like this. Michael focused on his wife’s slim legs. Bent at the waist, her garter snaps dug into her tight ass. With each of Victor’s thrusts, she was lifted out of her heels. Then, after a particularly savage thrust, Jen’s high heels fell off her feet, and without interrupting their fucking rhythm, Victor kicked the shoes away. Jen had to stand on her tippy-toes as Victor continued his pounding, and Michael marveled at the beauty of his wife’s long legs as her thigh and calf muscles tensed with each of Victor’s thrusts into her pussy.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Jen cried.

“Not yet!” Victor growled. He pulled out and twisted Jen around so she faced him, pulling her legs around his waist. They both moaned as he shoved the full length of his cock back into her with a single lunge.

They started fucking again, but while just as desperate, their movements weren’t as frantic. Victor cradled Jen’s head in his hands, his lips covering hers, his tongue playing with hers. Jen’s legs were tightly wrapped around Victor’s waist, and her hands caressed Victor’s shoulders and neck. Michael realized with a start that they were no longer fucking, but making love.

In just a few more moments, both Victor and Jen tensed, and then they came together, their backs arching, each panting and moaning into the other’s mouth. After cumming they didn’t pull apart, but instead remained wrapped in each other’s arms. Finally Victor pulled out, and from his vantage point Michael could see Victor’s thick milky seed gush out of his wife.

“Oh my god,” Jen giggled as she stood, feeling Victor’s sperm run down her leg. Within moments her stocking tops were soaked. “I can’t go out there,” she said, concern in her voice. She pulled her skirt down, but her stockings were laddered at the knees from kneeling on the floor, and Victor’s sperm was running further down her legs.

Victor chuckled. “Don’t worry. Come on, we’ll go out the back way.”

“Wait, I have to find Michael.”

Victor waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about him. I’m sure he’s having fun with Monique.” Victor saw the look of disbelief in Jen’s face and laughed. “You don’t think this is the only empty room, do you? I’m sure your husband has been completely occupied with Monique. I didn’t see him in the crowd, did you?”

Jen looked troubled. “No, but … I should call him, tell him where we’re going.”

Victor looked annoyed. “Whatever. Tell him we’re going to the Zebra Club. But do me a favor. Take off your wedding and engagement rings.”

“What?”

“It aggravates me, to see you wearing those rings when you’re with me. When you’re with me, you’re with me. You’re not with him.”

“But … he’s my husband.”

Victor scoffed impatiently. “Where was he when Suzanne lashed out at you? Did he come to your side, defend you? No, I did. Where’s he now? He’s not with you, he’s with Monique. Listen, it’s all about respect. After what I’ve done for you — after the pleasure I’ve given you – I’m asking for some respect.”

Jen looked uncertain. Then, hesitantly, she pulled off her wedding and engagement rings, and put them into her purse.

Victor smiled. “Good,” he said approvingly. He took her hand – her ringless left hand – and led her from the room.

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My wife and I had fallen behind on the rent and she was getting very stressed out about the possibility that we’d be evicted. I was trying to catch up and had taken a second job to try to make ends meet, but we weren’t making a lot of progress. As a last ditch effort, Susan went to see our landlord, Mr. Reno to see if we could stay another month and try to catch up. As she came back to our apartment I noticed a strange look on her face, it didn’t seem like she had good news, so I braced for the worst.

“So, what did he say? I asked, assuming he had told her we had to be out at the end of the month.

“He, well, he had a proposal for us. He seemed to be sympathetic, I guess.” She said as she sat down across from me at the kitchen table. “I told him we were trying to catch up, but would probably take a few months to make it. He said he would have to evict us unless we could come to an arrangement, as it was the policy of his company. I didn’t realize he owned the building, just thought he worked for the owner. So I told him we’d do whatever it would take. You know how stressed I’ve been about this – I thought he was talking about a payment plan….” She trailed off.

“So, what did he propose? Trading sex for rent?” I was joking, but she didn’t smile.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it.” She said. The thought of Susan having sex with this old man made me angry, thinking that he would assume he could do that. But I have to admit it; it also made me a little hot. I had many fantasies about sharing her with another man, and we had even discussed it in bed together. Although I don’t think the fantasy involved her with a man in his sixties. He was a short, skinny guy who was balding, and dressed in clothes that were too big for him. I had seen him looking at her before, but this was a whole new level of lechery. Susan, on her part, was a good looking woman who had short dark hair, a great voluptuous shape that I loved, with 38D breasts, and nice, wide hips. I couldn’t picture the two of them together.

“So what did you say? He can’t be seriously thinking we would do that?”

“I, well, I told him I’d talk to you about it. He seemed to be really excited about the idea, and he said it would just be once and we’d be caught up.”

“I bet he was excited about it, you’re not really considering it are you? He’s gotta be nearly seventy!”

“Well, I thought it wouldn’t be such a big deal, we did talk about trying to include another man sometime, and this would take care of our bill problem – we would have some breathing room. The only thing is……..it wasn’t me he was interested in.” Susan’s eyes dropped down and she looked up at me with a little grin.

“What?! You mean he wants to have sex with me? He’s gay?” I couldn’t believe it. This was an entirely different thing. I had begun to warm up to the idea of watching Susan with Alec (Mr. Reno), but this hadn’t even occurred to me.

“Well, at first I didn’t think there was a chance, but then I thought about that one time you told me you had a fantasy about trying sex with a guy, and I just thought maybe…..maybe you would consider it. For us. It would just be once, and if you don’t like it, at least you can say you tried and found out. And…..he said…..well, he said he would be gentle and show you how to do the things he wants.” I had told her about my bi-curiosity a few years ago, but to hear it come back at me like this was a shock. I saw she was a little excited about this idea, and I knew she was desperate to get our housing situation worked out.

“What did he say? What does he want to do exactly?”

“Well, he said you would love it. He said he hadn’t had sex with anyone for years, but he thought you were hot. He wanted me to ask you and if you agreed, he said you could stop by his unit later.”

“Today? Well, he’s pretty sure of himself isn’t he?” Susan had crossed the room and was sitting on my lap now. She was clearly trying to get me to agree, and had unbuttoned her top, exposing her bra, and she knew how her body affected me. She unsnapped the front hook and her breasts fell out of her bra. Her dark, wide nipples came into view, making me grow hard. “Do you really want me to do this, what would you think of it?”

“You’d be doing it for us. And besides, I think it would be hot to hear about it after…..will you do it?” She lifted a nipple to my mouth and I sucked it while running my hands over her body. I started to undo her pants, and was about to stand when she interrupted me. “So?”

“Ok, ok, I’ll do it.” I would have agreed to anything at that moment, and I had to admit, I was a little curious about what he had in mind. I had always wondered what it would be like to touch another man’s cock, and it looked like I would find out. I sat down in the chair and pulled down Susan’s jeans, exposing her panty covered pussy. Some pubic hair showed over the top of her small panties, and I quickly pulled them down to taste her.

“Whoa, lets not go to far……go see yalova escort Mr. Reno and then when you get back, I’ll be waiting.” She removed her clothes, kissed me hard, and stood nude before me. The sight made my knees weak. “Thank you so much – I love you, and I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

I wasn’t sure what to do to prepare for this. I brushed my teeth and tried to calm my aching cock down enough to make walking around comfortable. I figured it was now or never and made my way to his apartment on the top floor. This day had taken a huge turn.

Mr. Reno opened the door shortly after I knocked, and he stood before me in pajamas of all things. They were too big for him, as usual, and he had a huge grin.

“Well, Andy, so glad you decided to take me up on my offer. I’m sorry you two are having trouble with your finances, but like I told your beautiful wife, maybe we can work something out.” He led me into his living room, indicating I should sit on the couch.

“I was pretty surprised when Susan told me what you proposed. I’m still not sure I can go through with this…..” I admitted.

“Oh, she told me you would be hesitant at first, but she seemed confident you would agree. Said you had told her of being curious for some time. Well, the time has come to satisfy that curiosity. What were you fantasizing about? I’d love to hear.” He moved across the room, and I glanced down at his crotch, I thought I must have been mistaken, or seeing things, as it looked like this tiny man had an enormous cock. As he walked the fly of his pajama pants opened and revealed what looked like just the shaft of a soft dick, but that would mean it hung down low enough to not expose the tip. Couldn’t be.

“I, well, I had noticed I was paying more and more attention to the…..the male actors in porn movies. I started to wonder what it would be like to touch a man’s…….well, you know….” I stammered. He had dropped into a chair across from me and the fly of his pants had split open, revealing part of his shaft again.

“You were thinking about touching another man’s cock? Maybe taking it in your mouth?” He said it, just like that. “Were you thinking about that, or having a man touch you? I guess I’m wondering if you think of yourself as a top or a bottom? That would be a good place to start.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” I asked. “A top?”

“Well, simply, the ‘top’ would take the male role in the sex, and the ‘bottom’ would take the more female role, being penetrated, either orally, or…..well, I guess we’ve come this far. The ‘bottom’ would typically be curious about, and ultimately enjoy being mounted by the ‘top’. Taken like a woman, do you understand? Which do you think you might be? I’ll tell you now that I’ve always been a ‘top’. Always enjoyed taking charge and assuming the ‘alpha-male’ role.” He had taken on a very self-satisfied expression, and reached down to adjust his crotch as he spoke. Closing the gaping fly of his pajamas.

“I guess I was thinking of the ‘bottom’ role – if that’s what you call it. My fantasies did usually involve a dominant man. An older man who would show me what to do.” I was red-faced, and it felt so strange to discuss this so openly.

“That’s almost too perfect then isn’t it? So, how much time do we have?”

“We have as much time as we need I guess. Susan knows where I am, and she’s very anxious to get the rent issue worked out, and…..she seems anxious to hear about what happens.” I told him, thinking to myself that this was really going to happen. The realization had me getting hard all over again. I was a little light headed, and didn’t know how this would play out, but I knew I was in for something new.

“OK, that’s good. So Susan wants to hear all about this, does she? I like that, too bad she’s not here to see you. See you touching me, see you suck my hard cock, see you bend over and take my cock like a woman. You will be my woman very soon. How do you feel about that?”

“I, I……yes I want that.” I admitted quietly. The fact that I wanted all these things made me ashamed, and very hot at the same time. He had such a straightforward way of saying things, of telling me what I would do, what I was about to become….I adjusted my own cock as the erection was making me very uncomfortable. I looked up and saw something that took my breath away. “Oh, Mr. Reno……” I moaned.

He had pulled his penis through the fly of his pajamas. It lay there on his leg, and was long. I had never seen such a long cock. It was soft and had to be six inches long. The head was covered by his foreskin, and I had never seen one of those before either (except in the movies & photos on the internet that I had spent so much time viewing as I stroked my own cock). He looked down at it, and then up at me.

“So there it is. What do you think?” He lifted his cock and pointed it at me, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the wide head. It was dark red, and the hole in the tip opened as he pulled it. I didn’t know what to say – it was amazing. He stood and walked edirne escort to me. Stopping as his legs moved between my knees. I was looking at this large, soft penis directly in front of me. “I don’t think we should bother with some long, drawn-out seduction. I know you’re interested, I’ve seen that look before. Lets just start with you sucking my cock. Then we’ll see where that takes us.” I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me toward his cock. My mouth was dry I was so excited. I moved to press my face against his manhood. My nose found the place where his cock joined his body and I inhaled his manly musk. The scent was so amazing, I nearly came. I nuzzled his groin and lifted his big balls in my hand. They hung low, and seemed so full, and firm. He had pulled his pants down and fully exposed his package to me. I could feel his cock filling with blood, lengthening, hardening, and growing next to my face.

Mr. Reno leaned back, lifted his cock and directed it to my open mouth. He was about half hard now, and his glans had moved out of his foreskin on its own. I opened wide and accepted him. I felt his penis on my tongue, closed my lips around him, and became a cocksucker. He put his hands on his hips, and tipped his head back, letting out a long groan of satisfaction. I moved my head, taking as much of him as I could. I felt his hands hold my head as he began fucking my mouth with his now ragingly hard cock.

“Ooooh yeah, that’s nice. Suck that cock now; suck it like you’ve wanted to do since you first laid eyes on it. Mmmmmm, yes, that’s right, take my cock baby. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Tell me you want this big dick.” He pulled free of my mouth, and stepped back, stroking that monster in front of me. It looked so good, so big, I wanted it back in my mouth. All I could think of was getting to the reward of his cum, and having him shoot it into my mouth.

“Please, please sir, can I suck your cock?” I moaned as I reached for him. His cock jerked upward, and I saw that his balls were pulling upward. He was close, and I wanted his load. I needed to feel him cum. I took him back between my lips and sucked hard. I couldn’t get enough – I needed his cock.

“Are you going to cum? Does sucking my cock make you hard?”

“Mmmmm, yes, please, I need your cock.” I said as he pulled free form my mouth.

“Pull your cock out and jerk it onto mine. I want you to cum on my cock.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. I pulled my cock out; it was so hard it ached. I pointed it at his cock. It looked so small next to his. Then he did something amazing. Taking my cock, he put the tip of it against his tip, and rolled his foreskin over both of our heads. I couldn’t believe the sensations and the visual aspect as I looked down and saw my cock head covered by his long foreskin. I could feel the slick pre-cum, and he stroked both of our cocks once, twice, and that was it for me. I started to cum, and he held his foreskin tight over my spewing penis. I filled his foreskin with my cum, bathing his glans with my semen. It felt so hot, and wet, and when he let go of my cock, I slipped free, and he tipped his erection upward, holding the semen in the fleshy receptacle.

Although I had just cum, the sight transfixed me. There was his mighty cock, straining upward, and the foreskin was brimming with my white, hot load. His cockhead was literally bathing in my sperm. I dropped back to my knees. I never would have believed I would still be interested after having just cum, but seeing this huge cock, covered in my cream had me so hot. Mr. Reno tipped my head back and placed his cock in my mouth .I sucked the tip and pushed my tongue under his foreskin. The taste of my own cum flooded my mouth. I sucked him hard, cleaning all of the warm cream from his cock. Just as I swallowed my own load, marveling at the taste, the smell, the texture of the semen that had me feeling drunk, he came. The result was explosive – cum overload as he slid further into my mouth, his cock jerked and I felt a warm liquid hit the roof of my mouth. I sucked him, not wanting to lose a drop of the precious fluid. His cock kept spurting, kept performing its task, delivering his semen to me. He held my head, and emptied his big nuts into my mouth.

“Oooooh yes! Yes! There it is. Mmmmmmmm swallow that load boy!” He looked down at me as he shot the last few spurts. I opened my mouth, showing him the pool of white sperm bathing my tongue. Mr. Reno squeezed the last few drops into my mouth. I was looking up into his eyes as I prepared to swallow his seed. Just then he pulled me to my feet. We stood facing each other, him wearing only a shirt, me with my cock exposed, touching his. He looked into my eyes, and then pulled me in for what would become my first kiss with a man. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth, sharing the load between us; he held my head, grinding his cock into mine. Rubbing his giant penis against my modest cock. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an hour. Finally I managed to swallow the semen that remained in my mouth, taking his erzurum escort essence into my body. I took a breath and savored the taste of this man who had just given me the gift of his seed.

“Let’s hit the shower.” He led me to the washroom, and disrobed. He was an amazing specimen, skinny, short, and a bit of a belly. With this enormous cock dangling between his thighs. When he turned away from me to adjust the water in the large, walk-in shower, I could see his large balls hanging down. I reached for his cock again, reaching around him. “Whoa there, let’s get washed up a bit.” He stepped into the shower and I followed. He handed me the soap and told me what to do. “Soap yourself up and then wash me. We’ll see where that takes us.”

I soaped my self until I was covered in a thick lather. Paying particular attention to my crotch and moving the soap around to get liberal amounts on my anus as well. Turning my attention to him, I soaped him fully, letting my hands languish over his body. Finally spending time lathering his genitals. His cock reacted quickly, growing hard as I stroked it with the slippery soap. He held us closely together and our bodies slipped against one another. He held me like a lover, kissing me, and I felt his hand reach my back, slide down and move between my buttocks. His finger searched for and located my slippery opening, pushing against it until he gained entrance. The feeling of him sliding his thick finger into me was incredible. My cock, already hard, throbbed strongly and caused my ass to contract around his finger. The soap had made his entry very easy, and his finger made contact with my prostate, sending rockets of pleasure up my cock.

“You like that don’t you? Look how hard you get when I slip my finger into you. I think you’re really going to enjoy what comes next.” I knew what he meant, and although I hadn’t thought I would go that far, I knew it was going to happen. I turned and faced the wall, bending over to expose myself to him. I felt him push a second finger into me, and there was some slight pain before I grew accustomed to it. A third finger followed and he slowly entered me with his digits, stretching me, and preparing me for what was to come. When I had relaxed sufficiently, I felt him withdraw. I leaned on the bench and waited for the inevitable. “Mmmmm, I think you’re ready……tell me what you want……tell me….”

“Please, fuck me…..fuck me with your big cock….I need you inside me.” I pleaded, hearing the pounding of the water from the showerhead splash against the tiled wall. I felt something hard, and yet warm nudge against my anus. I knew his cock was at my entrance, and it wouldn’t be long before I was no longer a virgin. His hands grasped my hips as he started to push forward ever so slightly. As he gained the slightest bit of entrance the pain shot through me, and I pulled forward. “Please, no, please take it out…it’s too big….i can’t take it.”

“Just relax, push out a little when I push in, and it will go much easier…..you’ll love it…..a little pain at first, but then pleasure…” He held me tightly, and pushed into me. I pushed out with my anus, and felt the soapy head of his cock slip into my ‘pussy’. The pain was immense. I pulled forward and he popped out. “Mmmmm, you’re so tight, that will make this a little tougher. But you will beg me for it before we’re done. Let’s get out and dry off.” I was a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to take me there in the shower. We rinsed off and dried ourselves. I dropped to my knees and began sucking his erect penis. In a few moments the pre-cum started to flow and I sucked it hungrily. He pulled free of my mouth, and led me to the bedroom.

“Lie on the edge of the bed, pull your legs up and we’ll get this worked out.” I did. Holding my legs up in the air, I felt like a woman must feel when she’s ready to be mounted, waiting for that initial touch of her lover’s penis. He stood between my legs, his cock hanging, touching my ass from time to time as he applied a cool lubricant to my cock. I was hard, and the stroking made me relax, and want him even more. He poured some of the lube on my opening, and the cool sensation drove me wild. I felt his thumb push into me, and drive more of the lube into me. As he did this I could feel his erection nudging me, wanting to gain entry as he liberally applied the lube. Next he stroked the gel onto his shaft until it was a shiny, throbbing, vein-covered rod that bounced against my leg as he prepared me to receive him. “Now, just relax, I’m going to slip into you, little by little. You push out with your ass when you feel me push and I’ll pop right in. it won’t hurt for long.” He stroked my cock one last time and with the other hand he positioned himself at my opening. Swinging his hips forward just slightly I felt the pressure as the big helmet of his cock pushed at my back door. I pushed out as he applied pressure and eased off. Alternating his pressure, his cock slowly relaxed my ‘pussy’ and little by little he began to enter me. Finally instead of withdrawing, he pushed forward even more, and my ass opened, his head slipped in, and I felt the full thickness of his manhood. The feeling as intense as his cock stretched me. I felt full, yet only had the head in me. The pain flared, then subsided, replaced with an incredible feeling of intense pleasure, and pride that I had made this man so hard, and he wanted to fuck me.

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The Songbird and the Philanthropist

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As a child, Monsignor Rainero had always been considered a clever boy, if perhaps a bit more clever than for his own good. He was known to have very inventive and attractive ideas, but he sometimes was known to overembelish them to the point where the scheme collapsed around him. Having seen this played out time and time again, after Rainero had started out in his father’s tourist resort business in Umbria and suggested that the visitors at the resort might enjoy the offering of outings to the region’s principle economic ventures—which were pig farming and salami production—Rainero’s father steered Rainero to a vocation in the church instead.

The newly minted priest, lifted rather high rather fast because of his family’s position in the region, became somewhat of a celebrity for his inventive ideas. The latest of these schemes—a populist radio address from Perugia three times a week in which listeners would be enticed to tune in one way or the other and would, in the context of the program, receive a homily from Monsignor Rainero—was thus what brought Monsignor Rainero to the Albergo La Torre café in Castiglione del Lago on the banks of the scenic Lake Trasimeno on this sunny May morning.

He was sitting at the open-air tables just outside the café’s wide doors with the patron he wished to reel in to provide financial backing for his radio program, the Count de la Giovani Montefeltro. Both had just immensely enjoyed the singing of Pepo, a young tenor with pure, haunting tones, who had performed for them as he did hourly at this café in the high tourist season. They were a good distance from Perugia, the largest town in the Umbia region, where the parish that Monsignor Rainero now served existed, but Rainero was from the Trasimeno lake region himself and often came down to the small villa he had inherited on the banks of the lake near where Castiglione del Lago, once the fourth island of the lake, now joined the mainland. For his part, Giovani Montefeltro, who Rainero was now trying to cultivate, was from an ancient noble family of the region.

“This is a pleasant café, is it not?” the monsignor murmured to the patrician nobleman. He had been watching his companion carefully and was gratified that the man’s attention had been straying to the corner of the café where Pepo had been singing. Although Rainero lived in Perugia and the count lived in the lake region, Montefeltro habitually came to Rainero in Perugia to give confession. There were a couple of very good reasons for this. The Montefeltros and Rainero’s family had been intertwined for centuries, and also what Montefeltro had to confess—which very much had to do with the looks he was giving the young, blond singer at the Albergo La Torre café—was not something the count, married to the daughter of an industrialist who paid the bills for the maintenance of the Montefeltro ancestral estate, wanted to confess to priests in his own parish.

“Yes, quite pleasant indeed,” Montefeltro whispered back, without taking his eyes off the young singer, who had finished singing and was chatting with the man at the piano and also with the owner of the café, a big bruiser of a northern Italian named Saladino. The use Saladino was making of his hands at the waist and on the arm of the young singer left little doubt of the nature or extent of his proprietary rights in that quarter.

Herein had been the dilemma that had been set for Monsignor Rainero. The monsignor had first heard the hauntingly beautiful voice of the young tenor the previous month when Rainero had been visiting his family villa, having received permission to air his Perugia entertainment-mixed-with-religion broadcasts but only then realizing all of his plans were just that so far—plans written in a prospectus. He had retreated to Castiglione del Lago to think upon how he could put reality to these plans. He needed money and he needed entertainments that would attract listeners to tune in to his radio program.

Sitting at the Albergo La Torre café one day in deep thought, Rainero’s musings had evaporated as soon as Pepo had started to sing. Here, surely, Rainero thought, was one answer to his entertainment needs. He would ask the young Pepo to move to Perugia and sing for him on the radio. The church would pay, of course—or at least some patron would when Rainero solved that piece of the puzzle—but Pepo could also sing just as well—and probably more mersin escort profitably—in the cafes of the larger city of Perugia as he could here at the lakeside.

As excited as he was about this divinely inspired plan, Rainero rose from his chair in the open-air area of the café and sought out the young singer after he had finished a set. Rainero’s progress was arrested, however, at the entrance of the corridor leading from the café’s interior dining area to the back of the facility. Just as he was about to enter the shadowed corridor, he sensed motion at the farther end, at an open door at the end of the corridor, into which the sunlight of the day was being filtered.

Two figures were leaning against the wall of the corridor, the larger one encasing the body of the smaller one between him and the wall. Both were men, the singer, Pepo, and the café owner, Saladino. Both were naked from the waist down. Pepo’s back was against the rough, white-washed stone of the corridor wall, and his legs were raised and hooked on the thighs of the big brute of a northern Italian, Saladino, whose chest was pushing Pepo’s back against the corridor wall and moving it up and down on the rough, white-washed stone, while Saladino’s dick thrust up in long strokes inside the young singer’s channel.

The café owner must have been nearly fifty, if not beyond. His body was brawny and big boned and his countenance that of a prize fighter past his prime. And yet Pepo was moaning for him and clutching the older man’s buttocks closely into him with the digging claws of his hands.

Monsignor Rainero withdrew to plan his line of reasoning with this young man. He could surely do better than the rough and cruel northern Italian café owner in Perugia.

But when Rainero took Pepo aside on his next visit to the café and nudged into his proposition that Pepo come to Perugia to sing on the radio, an offer that surely would be honey to the taste buds of any young man moldering away in the Umbria countryside, he was surprised that Pepo declined, saying that he had a place here that suited him fine. Rainero did what he could to hint that there were better options than the brutish Saladino, but Pepo would not listen to any of this, whether from fear or from fetish for an older, rough lover.

Rainero was amazed at the resistance of the young singer, and this became a conundrum at the back of his mind for the next several weeks. It was even there when next Count Giovani Montefeltro came to Perugia to give confession, and, to Rainero’s mind, to place himself in position to be asked to underwrite the costs of Rainero’s radio broadcasts. And it was during Giovani’s confession that bells started to ring in the back of Rainero’s mind.

Giovani was a handsome, refined, older man. He was tall and one might call him thin, but he also was well formed—surely refined and elegant were the best words to describe him. And from his confessions, Rainero couldn’t help but discern that the count enjoyed fucking young men. They invariably were stable hands and chauffeurs, though, and just as the monsignor was musing that a noble, refined man like Giovani really deserved a more suitable lover, the thought of Pepo returned to the surface of his mind.

And Monsignor Rainero’s mind began to weave an elaborate plan of working his broadcast needs in consort. Thus today and the planned meeting between Rainero and Giovani at the Albergo La Torre café.

“I see you are taken with the café’s young singer,” Rainero said to Giovani across the café table as he set his coffee cup down and smiled a knowing smile.

Giovani gave the monsignor a shocked look.

“Please,” Rainero said in a dismissive tone. “You have brought your confessions to me. Have I ever judged?”

“Yes, yes, I confess I am,” the count answered. Then he was caught up short by the repetition of the confession word and its connection to his attraction to the young singer and gave a half distressed look at the monsignor, his confessor. But Rainero just smiled back, clearly signaling that there was no judgment to be seen in his countenance.

“I confess myself,” the monsignor whispered, “that I am trying to convince the singer—his name is Pepo—to come to Perugia to sing on the radio program I am trying to interest you in. And you’ve said you were planning on spending more time at kocaeli escort your Perugia residence, did you not?”

Rainero let that linger in the air between them across the café table for several moments, as Giovani gave him a searching look.

Having discerned there was an understanding between them and any shock of what Rainero was working toward had been weathered, the monsignor continued. “I really would like to talk to you more about support for my radio broadcasts, but for now, do you think you and Pepo would like to see my family’s small villa here in Castiglione del Lago? It’s really quite charming—and very private—and it is nearby.”

Giovani looked slightly agitated and then perplexed. “Why are you—?”

“I wish help in convincing the singer to come to Perugia for me. He seems to be under the sway of that brute of a café owner over there. See him? I think young Pepo needs to break from that influence—for his own good. I think he should have more refined friends. Sometimes the priesthood has to work in strange ways to achieve what is best.”

Giovani still looked a bit agitated, but Rainero could tell from his change in demeanor that lust and want—and his wish to believe the convenient reasoning he was being given—were winning out.

The count simply curtly nodded his head and looked away toward the lake.

When Rainero sought out Pepo and turned the young singer’s attention to the outside table where the count sat, trembling a bit and dreaming of possibilities, the monsignor wasn’t altogether unarmed. Other men in Castiglione del Lago had had confessions to make—and although not to Rainero, the brotherhood of priests weren’t all pristinely closed mouthed in their discussions with each other. Rainero knew that Pepo would go with a man for a price—that he would more than sing for his supper.

“He won’t know there is a price,” Rainero whispered to the young singer, as he pressed banknotes in the young man’s hand. “He will be more pleased to think of it as a seduction—and you can trust me when I tell you that I have every reason to believe he is good at that.”

“Why are you doing this?” Pepo asked. But he had his eyes on Giovani, and Rainero could tell from the slitting of his eyes and the way his tongue was playing on his lips that Pepo needed little convincing to go with Giovani.

“I wish him to be a patron for that radio program I have discussed with you. I only wish for you to help me convince him to invest in that.”

Rainero found the seduction of Pepo by Giovani on the balcony of his villa overlooking Lake Trasimeno both touching, and, despite his vocation, arousing.

At first Rainero joined the other two on the balcony, bringing two bottles of wine and three glasses. He stayed with them until all were comfortable and had stripped down to their waists to soak in the sun while watching the boats bob on the waters of the lake. When the second bottle of vino was opened, Rainero faded away into the interior of the villa. The other two didn’t even seem to notice he was gone as taken as they were with each other in chit chat and ever-more suggestive looks and exploratory touching.

Giovani had his arm around the back of Pepo’s chair, and when he cupped Pepo’s bicep in a hand, the younger man leaned into him and sighed.

Rainero saw that the second bottle of wine was empty and he went into the kitchen to get another one. But when he came back, he saw that no more wine was needed—at least on the balcony—as the two men were kissing, and from what the monsignor could see, Giovani’s free hand was in Pepo’s lap. So, Rainero returned to the kitchen for another wine glass, pulled the cork on the bottle, and sat in a sofa with a full view of the balcony and slowly drank down the third bottle himself.

Pepo disappeared for a while, the view of his kneeling body being blocked by Giovani’s back and spread legs. And then a naked Pepo was straddling Giovani’s thighs and the two were kissing, with Pepo’s hands laced in the well-groomed gray-streaked black hair at the back of Giovani’s head. Giovani was gripping Pepo’s waist on both sides and moving the youth’s body in rhythm to the rocking of the balcony chair they both now occupied and the grunts and groans of the fuck.

When, with a harmonizing tenor and baritone cry of release, the sounds of coupling and samsun escort the rhythmic movement had ceased and Pepo was sighing and collapsed onto Giovani’s body in satisfied exhaustion, the monsignor tiptoed out to the door sill onto the balcony and whispered in Giovani’s ear that he had been called away to priestly duties in the village and that the two were free to use the small villa’s main bedroom. And then Rainero left. When he returned two hours later, the moans led him to the bedroom, where Pepo was stretched out on his belly on the bed and Giovani was riding his hips like a camel on the desert, crouched over the body of the younger man, his hands covering those of Pepo, their fingers laced together. So intent were they in the pleasure they were giving each other that they had no idea the monsignor had come and then gone.

It was almost morning before the monsignor returned again to find that the villa, at last, was deserted. He barely had time to gather his clothes and motor back to Perugia to be there for the next mass he had promised to give.

Days and then a week and more went by before the monsignor was able to give Pepo and Giovani a thought. Indeed, he didn’t think he had to think much about them. He was very pleased with himself and was content in the belief that they both, each working the agenda that Rainero had set for them in exchange for bringing them together, would now come through for his plans for the radio program. It was the radio program that was consuming his time and attention—making all of the preparations for going on air.

At the point where he had to actually provide funds to the radio station, Monsignor Rainero decided it was time for another visit to Castiglione del Lago to settle his two-pronged arrangement with Pepo and Giovani.

At the Albergo La Torre café, the monsignor was met with a sour-faced Saladino, who towered over him, beefy arms crossed, and obviously keyed up and angry.

“Pepo? That worm? He left me, more than a week ago. No notice, no nothing. Not even time to find a replacement, and it’s high season.”

Backing away from there, and without giving it much thought, Monsignor Rainero drove out to the Count de la Giovani Montefeltro’s nearby country estate, where a somewhat surly servant answering the door told him the count wasn’t there, and a disheveled countess, appearing at the door as Rainero was opening the door to his car, screamed in distraught tones that the count indeed was gone and a curse on him and all men.

It dawned on Rainero that it was possibly natural that Pepo and Giovani wouldn’t be at the Montefeltro villa. Perhaps he should have checked the count’s town home in Perugia before he came here. Perhaps they were already set up there. But then, again, perhaps they were at his own small villa here in Castiglione del Lago.

A check there indicated that, no they weren’t there—that no one had been there since he had hurriedly left himself. The bed was still unmade and there were two empty wine bottles on the balcony and another one on the floor at the base of the sofa.

As he was leaving the villa, a village priest was walking up the road.

“The count?” the village priest responded to Rainero’s query. “You mean Giovani Montefeltro, who fucks young men and thinks others don’t all know he does just because he goes to you in Perugia to give his confession? Why, he and that young singer at the Albergo La Torre café ran off to Florence more than a week ago. The word is that neither one is coming back, either.”

Monsignor Rainero withdrew back into his villa and sat heavily down onto the sofa. His foot hit the empty wine bottle and he watched it roll away from him.

A radio program to pay for and format within a week and so far he had nothing. Less than nothing, he thought bitterly. He had paid for the first fuck of Montefeltro’s from Pepo and he was out three perfectly good bottles of wine. Well, two, he admitted. He’d drunk this one all by himself.

He sat there and thought and thought and thought. Maybe he shouldn’t make such elaborate plans all the time. Maybe he should make simpler plans and let them build on their own if that happened naturally. And then he looked at the wine bottle again. It was from the winery of Landolfo Ordelaffi, who lived just outside Perugia and who brought Rainero a bottle of wine from his vineyard each time he came to confession.

Funny that he should think of Ordelaffi, the monsignor was thinking. That man’s latest confession was that he had taken the young opera mezzo-soprano Melina Doria for his mistress. “Hmm,” Rainero thought. “Ordelaffi has plenty of money to burn and Melina Doria’s voice would be simply divine on my radio program.”

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It was starting to work as we settled in on the semi deserted beach and everyone continued to encourage me to take off my bikini.

Lisa and Kim finally took off their shorts and T-shirts and started to spread sun block on their exposed skin. Lisa had on the same suite as yesterday. Kim had on a yellow bikini today but seemed to have almost as much covered as yesterday. She was sporting a little burn so I guess I couldn’t blame her. No lack of modesty on either of their parts. My bikini, which I had been in since leaving Kim’s apartment, was a mere scrap by comparison.

It wasn’t but a minute before the conversation about me taking off my bikini started. Everyone had a logical justification. Lisa didn’t want me to ruining my tan with tan lines. The guys didn’t want to limit my nudist activities. Even Kim said that there weren’t many people around so why not. I reiterated that I’d do anything anyone else was willing to do but there were no takers. That didn’t stop them though.

I had to admit that it was nice being away from the hoards of people. It really reminded me of the Caribbean trip Lisa and I had taken last year. It was even better in the sense that it wasn’t that hot so you could lay out without getting over heated. Kim reminded us all to put on plenty of sun block unless we wanted to end up like her. Jim volunteered to do my back so I tuned over onto my stomach. It was so relaxing that I didn’t even notice him untying the string to my top. I didn’t mind since I was about to do it myself but then he brushed my hair aside and untied the string around my neck leaving my bikini top totally unattached. Again, I should have said something but his hands on my back felt so good I didn’t want to disrupt the moment. He did my back followed by my legs. He certainly didn’t miss anything as he got a little liberal around my bikini bottom.

We were all just laying there enjoying the sun when Max suggested a dip. Now I had to make a decision. Do I retie my top or abandon it as I had yesterday. Every one was starting to make signs of getting up as I thought it over. On one hand I wouldn’t be showing any more than yesterday. On the other as always I was nervous about that first big step of showing my breasts. I thought that rollerblading around in a bikini down public streets and into a McDonald’s was probably more out of place than being topless on a beach, so I figured what the heck. My heart started beating faster at just the thought of going topless again. These guys were really going to think I was a nudist. I bet they’d expect the bottom to come off next. That would be more than I could handle so I hesitated. That’s when Jim reached down to grab my hand to help me up. I pulled away saying hold on a minute. I’m sure they thought I was waiting till I retied my top but I just laid there.

Everyone was getting a little impatient but I waited a bit longer trying to get my nerve up. I could feel my nipples tightening up already. Eventually I took a deep breath to calm my nerves a bit and rolled over. As I did, as calmly as I could muster, I said, “Hand me the lotion. First I need to do my front.” A little nervousness came across in my voice but I’m pretty sure the guys didn’t notice since their attention was riveted on my bare breasts and erect nipples. I didn’t think about what I just said but I guess it amounted to an announcement to come look at me apply suntan lotion to my bare chest.

Jim and Max both offered their help but between the bulge in their pants and my rising excitement it would have amounted to sex on the beach. I’m not sure I could have handled it in my excited state. I tried to ignore the stares Jim and Max were giving me but each time I crossed a hardened nipple another wave of excitement shot through my body. It took all of my control not to moan with excitement.

Now several of the people that were set up nearby turned to take note. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the day before but still it was hard not to be moved by people staring at you while your nearly naked in a public place.

To take my mind off my building arousal, I tried to get the others to go on without me and that I’d catch up but no one but Kim made any move to leave. Eventually I stood up to finish the job. Standing just seemed to make the extent of my exposed skin more obvious to everyone. A bikini seems to have the visual effect of covering more than it actually does when you have both top and bottom on. Take away the top and you realize just how little is really covered.

I do have to admit though that once I get over my initial nervousness I love going topless. I think the sexiest thing about being topless it that you’re showing something that is normally covered (at least in this country) but at the same time your heighten others need to see what’s left covered. I’ve really always hated wearing bras because of the feel but going topless has always made me a little nervous. I used to run around our dorm adana escort and my house in nothing but shorts or panties but topless in public was a whole other thing. The nice cool wind blowing across especially my breasts and nipples really made for a great sensation and a little nervousness just made it that much more exhilarating.

When we got to the water everyone realized just how cold it was and nobody wanted to go in. Being as excited as I was I started egging them on calling them chicken as I wandered out a bit further. It was really cold but after starting this I wasn’t about to admit it. There weren’t any waves to speak of since we were in the bay. It was smooth as a lake except for a little chop produced by the wind. I dove in and swam underwater for couple of yards before coming up. After I adjusted my constantly slipping bikini bottom, I yelled back that the water was great, and that they were chicken but just as I did a shiver over took my body giving away the fact that it was really cold. The little shiver caused my breasts to wobble a little and only served to attract the guys attention to my breasts even more. My nipples were as hard as a rock now and extended out a good three-quarters of an inch from my breasts. Jim and Max came in briefly but Lisa and Kim stayed on the shore. We kind of played around a bit but without waves it was fairly boring. We swam out into the deeper water where some of the boats were anchored. The exercise helped a lot in keeping us warm. Jim started talking to a couple on one of the anchored boats as we treaded water. Having seem me enter the water the guy was extra friendly. His wife or girl friend was a bit cold though. I’m sure the guy wanted to invite us onboard but I’m equally sure his g/f would have had a cow.

By the time we swam back to the shore Lisa and Kim had already returned to the towel. When we came out of the water we were all shivering. I pulled my bottom back in place as best I could and ran up the beach to the towels. Now walking topless was one thing. My 34c breasts are really firm so they hardly bounce while walking. More like a wobble. Just enough to remind me that they were unrestrained. But running is another story. It never hurts but all the movement was really distracting.

When we got back to the towels Lisa and Kim were already sitting there waiting. Kim looked at my bottom and commented about it not hiding much when it was wet. The suit was really thin and the water just made it cling like a second skin. And without any pubic hair its only value was to provide an opaque covering to meet legal decency requirements. It did nothing to hide the contour of my mound.

The swim was exhilarating but now the wind made me feel cold. I wrapped a towel around me to the disappointment of the guys. I started teasing them saying I was sorry to ruin their show. After a couple of minutes I started to warm up and dropped the towel and laid back on it. That brought the smile back to their faces. Just to add to the light teasing, I stretched my arms back over my head as if yawning. I glanced down at what I looked like and brought my hands back to my side. Lisa caught it all and said “Why don’t you just strip completely while you’re at it”. You see with the cut of my bikini bottom and the flatness of my stomach, when I stretched like that you could see all the way to the top of my pussy. Without any hair to speak of there was no trouble seeing right down to the bottom of my bikini.

It was a nice thrill laying there almost naked but there seems like a big difference between almost naked and naked. The warm sun felt great after the chilly water and the light breeze certainly kept you from getting hot. All in all it was a perfect day for laying out. After a while I rolled over and this time Max did me (my back that is). His hands felt even better than Jim’s. I was in heaven. Max worked his way down my back to my bikini bottom and hesitated slightly before continuing, working carefully around my bikini. He then started on my legs. I would not have been human if I didn’t get aroused by the way Max was massaging me. He continued up my legs and the closer he got to my crotch the more aroused I got. He commented several times about the firmness of my butt and legs. By the time he had finished he could have taken me right there on the beach and I would have been powerless to stop him.

My breath was coming in short breaths as I could feel the wetness growing in my pussy. I almost wanted him to untie my bottom and finish my butt like Bill had tried yesterday. As Max moved over to do Kim’s back Jim yelled, “Ok you got to do the back so that means I get to do the front right.” As a joke I started to roll over onto my back and flashed Jim a big smile as I dropped back onto my stomach. “You’re killing me”, he said. I was so close to letting Jim do it but thought better of it with all the people around. That would have eskişehir escort really been sex on the beach because I was already close to an orgasm.

I was just starting to fall asleep when Max suggested a walk. Lisa and Jim jumped up however Kim was starting to fall asleep as I was. Kim started to sit up but I just laid there for a couple more minutes. I know I had gone topless yesterday in front of many more people but I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea. Eventually I rolled over and in one of my bolder moves I enthusiastically jumped to my feet and asked “so which way”. I could have guessed before asking, but acting like it was no big deal was my crazy way of hiding my fears. My inner self was still scared to death, which probably is what makes this whole thing so exciting but by putting on this confident front kind of offsets it a little. I should go into acting I thought to myself. My nipples were already getting hard and I could feel the blood filling my nearly exposed lower lips. I pulled my bikini bottom in place a little better but pulling it up only served to make my excitement more evident. Jim handed me another beer for the walk. Like I needed another.

As I guessed, we started walking right towards were the bulk of the people were. There weren’t that many maybe 25 or 30 spread out along about a mile of beach but it was enough. I knew each and every one of them would be staring at me as I walked by. My breasts although mostly still, moved rhythmically to the beat of our walk. Kim seemed to be studying me or my breasts I should say. Carefully, in a voice of disgust she said, “I can’t believe it. Your boobs bounce less without a bra than mine do with one.” With that the guys and Lisa started paying even more attention to the movement of my breasts. I wouldn’t have thought that possible but it was. The guys started guessing my measurements and the length of my rock hard nipples as we walked. The conversation was getting a little too personal for me and we were approaching the first group of people on the beach. Lisa to add to the embarrassing critique of my body that was going on said, “your 36d 22 36, right?” as we approached the first group of strangers. Now Lisa knows my measurements so I knew she did this only to direct the attention of the folks we passed to my body. It seemed to work effectively as the group of 4 guys and 2 women stared as we passed. I corrected her with my correct 34c 22 34 measurements but her purpose had already be achieved.

My excitement level seemed to maintaining itself at a more manageable level today and with the cool breeze blowing across my bare skin it was the most exquisite walk I can remember. I can’t quite describe the exhilarating feeling but between that and the beer I was feeling quite fine. After we passed that first group I seemed to be over the embarrassment and figured let them look if they wanted to. I had a great body and if they were going to let me go topless I was going to take advantage of the opportunity. After all there aren’t many beaches near me where I could get away with this.

We walked all the way to the far point close to a mile from our stuff and my top. We stopped just long enough to look down the rest of the beach beyond the point before starting back. We walked back the same way we came, my rock hard nipple defiantly leading the group of three women and two guys like beacons past all people relaxing on the beach. It felt just as good with my back to the wind. On the way back Lisa started picking up some nice shells as we walked. I got into it a little further down. We were loading Jim and Max’s pockets since women’s bathing suite don’t afford them the luxury of pockets. Most especially mine which barely provided cloth for that matter.

It was truly a splendid walk. I never felt so free. I was so euphoric that as we approached out towels I started running ahead. Breasts bouncing in rhythm the whole way. When I got close I slowed up a little and attempted to do a cartwheel. Now I pretty athletic but I’m no gymnast so I proceeded to fall right on my side and rolled over onto my stomach. I didn’t get hurt or anything. Lisa was the first to my aid and helped me to my feet. Jim said, “Wow, Can we see that again. You almost made it.” The key word there was almost. I was covered with sand from my right hip around to my stomach and a little on each breast and up to my shoulder. My nipples did actually hurt a bit being in a rather sensitive state when they hit the abrasive sand.

Kim asked if I was ok as Lisa started to brush the sand from my side. Jim got into the act as well brushing the sand from my stomach. He pressed gently as if massaging my abs as he did it. He brushed my nipples a couple of times until I blocked him with my hand. Had it not been for the coarseness of the sand it probably would have been quite erotic. He was doing a very thorough job I have to admit but as I looked down I saw that half of the sand was going down the front of my bikini bottom. I thanked everyone for the help but thought it might be more effective if I just went for a dip.

I thought the others would have joined me but no one did at least not at first. The water was still cold but I was feeling so good I didn’t mind it. I swam out into the deeper water. Jim and Max finally approached the water but didn’t come in. I stood up and brushed the remaining sand off me and before Jim and Max decided to come in, I decided to get the remaining sand out of my bikini bottom by sliding it off. I normally wouldn’t do something so radical but between the beers and everything else I was in rare form. The water was just about up to my breasts so I figured no one could see anything anyway. I turned to face the guys and made sure they knew what I was doing since they were too far away to do anything. I slid it off my ankles and grabbed it in one hand and swung it around over my head to tease them. Mistake!

I saw Jim dive in and start swimming towards me fast. I figured I had better cut this off right there and get back into my suit right away. Not that it provided much in the way of coverage but it was something. Kind of. Well you women know it’s a lot easier to get those tiny nothing but string suits off than it is to get them on especially in the water. I saw Jim racing towards me and tried to step into it but it hung up on the toe of my right foot. I hurried to get it free just as Jim caught me from behind. I almost let go of the suit as he tackled me but managed to hang on to it. But there I was completely naked holding my bikini in my hand as I tried to wiggle free. It wasn’t like he was attacking me but still it wasn’t like there was anything at all between his roaming hands and me. And believe me he took advantage of the opportunity. His hands were all over me. I also felt his knee or hip or something rub past my bare pussy a couple of times. It would have been even more arousing had it not been for the fact that my mind was on getting my bikini back on. When Max got there he saw my suit still in my hand and immediately grabbed it out of my hand.

There I was completely naked with two guys about 100 feet off a public beach. Max started teasing me with my suit tempting me to reach for it. I did a couple of times before I realized they weren’t going to give it back that easily. I decided to go on the offensive and swam after Max. He didn’t realize I was that good of a swimmer since I caught him easily. However all he did was toss it to Jim. I started to walk/swim after Jim as he headed into the shallower water. I stopped realizing that I was dangerously close to showing everyone the only part of me that they hadn’t seen yet. I stopped and looked towards Lisa and Kim for help but they were to busy laughing. By then Jim had made it out of the water and was standing there admiring my little piece of modesty in his hand. I teased them saying. “A naked women over here and you guys run away”. They seemed to realize the foolishness of their action and threw my bikini down and started back towards me. I yelled for Lisa to retrieve my suit but she just left it there and she and Kim proceeded to follow Jim and Max into the water. As they all approached I backed off into the deeper water trying in vain to circle around them so I could get back to the beach and my bikini bottom which was just lying in the sand like a discarded piece of trash.

As they approached I suspected a conspiracy. I backed up into water that was over my head so I stared to tread water. I tried to hide my bare body from the onslaught of hands but Jim and Max were too much. Eventually Max grabbed me around the waist and wrestled me back to the shallows but not before I had him coughing up water.

There we were, five of us bobbing around. Four in fairly normal swim suits and one completely naked. It didn’t bother me though. The feeling of water on my uninterrupted skin was better than the feeling of the air earlier. Besides I didn’t have to bother keeping covered by one of those ridiculously small bikinis.

Lisa was finally starting to get into it like she normally does. I think she had a bit of a hangover even though she denied it. After about five minutes of general horseplay Lisa suggested a chicken fight. She and Max against Jim and me. Kim agreed to be the referee. I was a little less enthusiastic than the other because up until now I had managed to keep my bare bottom mostly hidden under that water. Playing chicken would surely give away my nakedness to everyone at this end of the beach, not to mention the unavoidable bumping of my bare body especially Jim who had been more than liberal with grabbing a feel when ever he could. The guys were elated with smiles from ear to ear. I figured nothing these guys hadn’t seen before.

I had figured I’d just hang on Jim’s back and give him a good feel of my bare breasts against his back but Lisa had already climbed up on Max’s shoulders. This way I’d be completely out of the water and my pussy would be right on the back of Jim’s neck. Jim suggested riding backwards but that was just too obvious. I told him he’d have to do better than that.

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Clyde made sure he recorded everything as Fox-Janner greeted the soft blonde, not with a kiss, but a harsh slap about the face; he then virtually dragged the distressed nymph up the stairs, his cock poking up and lifting the black silk. In the bedroom he ordered her to strip, and with just her panties on, he pulled her down on to her knees by her long blonde hair and thrust his cock into her face. Though not exactly endeared by Fox-Janner’s actions, Clyde’s balls tingled and his cock stiffened as he viewed the pert little breasts and effeminate features of this waif that now sucked urgently at the tyrant’s stiff cock. Though the two women were appalled by his actions they were not exactly surprised by what they saw; they already had enough to blackmail him with, as being violent with a young lady during a sex session would certainly be frowned upon within the staid circles he moved within, but may not be quite enough to make him relinquish his dubious business interests. As painful as it was to watch, they would allow him to continue, and deliver his own coup-de-grace.

Clyde was astounded at the two women as they seemed prepared to watch him punish the soft beauty continually; having seen her dragged to the bed and thrashed with a leather strap, he was ready to march in himself, his erection had waned at the sickening sight. Elaine raised a half-smile as she grabbed his wrist to stop him leaving the van, and made him watch as she noted Fox-Janner removing the punished blondes panties; as the mean chairman removed his silk kimono to reveal his stiff cock in all its glory, he moved behind the soft blonde and moved her round to the end of the bed, his hands grasping her slender waist above her sweet rounded bottom. As the two moved sideways on to the concealed camera, Clyde gasped and the two women gave satisfied sneers; protruding from the front of the pretty blonde was a little extra. mersin escort The camera now showed two erect cocks; the sweet blonde was a t-girl.

As the three prepared to leave the van and give Fox-Janner his life-changing news, they ensured the equipment was left recording as they watched whilst he penetrated the whimpering blonde as he stroked her excited little cock; her erection as much to do with fear as excitement. Another car appeared in front of the van, Elaine smiled.

“Perfect timing; Irma’s here, she knows a great deal about administering drugs; she owns a specialist nursing home and loves to subdue struggling males. I know he won’t come quietly, even with the evidence we have.” Irma was accompanied by Angela, the rubber goddess who was also a Ju-Jitsu expert; both were very keen to hold him down whilst Gloria, the housekeeper who had been treated like a slave and whose own daughter had been abused by him, administered the sedative which would begin the process of his submission. As the two peeped into the van and viewed the lap-tops, the scene they witnessed cemented the justification of their cause; Fox-Janner had emptied his balls for the first time and was now thrashing the sissy once more. Now was the time to move.

Fox-Janner jumped from his task with outraged indignation as he was disturbed by the smiling women accompanied by Clyde. The sissy wept pitifully on the bed, and Clyde felt somehow compelled to comfort her, as he did so the smirking Irma wagged a finger, summoning Fox-Janner to her, as she passed a large hypodermic to his smiling housekeeper. He pondered for a moment and was about to bolt when Elaine pulled the camera from the top of the curtain.

“Oh yes, we have it all on film; I think you’d better come quietly, else it’ll be the worse for you.” She smiled with pleasure as Irma and Angela kocaeli escort removed their coats to reveal leotard clad bodies. Their pussies buzzed excitedly as they knew he would require subduing before he received the first of many injections. Gloria lifted the needle and squirted a little of the contents in the air as she sneered at the man who had enslaved her.

“You be a good boy for the ladies and allow your submission to begin; you are going to be my maid, here in this house which you will willingly give to me, come now, come and take your medicine.” Fox-Janner made a spirited dash for the door, despite being naked. He was stopped smartly by the buxom matronly figure of Irma, and the chubby Angela; they smiled with pleasure as he was wrestled to the floor, their pussies bulging as they got to grips with their victim. Fox-Janner had his first whiff of feminine supremacy as Irma locked her thighs about his head, the women laughed as his cock stiffened with fear and excitement as he sniffed the warm cunt which nestled against his nose. Irma sneered with delight.

“Oh yes, we shall have some sport with you first; you’ve earned it and you’re going to be made to know your place.” The two then took great pleasure in twisting and contorting the struggling male; he knew it was hopeless but would not submit, much to the delight of everyone else in attendance. He moaned and cried out, sometimes in agony, sometimes in near ecstasy as the two dominant women treated him to various holds whereby he was allowed a good sniff of their sweaty cunts and savoury anuses as he was held completely subdued and utterly helpless. He panted and puffed as he struggled forlornly, making his inhalation of their delicious scents all the more intoxicating, and making his cock rigid enough to tie a white flag to.

The women became thoroughly aroused samsun escort as they demonstrated their absolute superiority over him; both taking turns to show him they could do it alone, so he was completely belittled. In a grand finale, Irma sat with her huge arse over his face whilst Angela locked his legs. He could just see his smiling housekeeper come over, through the splendid crevice in Irma’s cheeks and felt the needle pierce him. Angela then took great delight in gently nursing his erect cock as he sniffed at the delicious scent of Irma’s asshole; the scent of utter defeat. The women cheered as he blew a fountain of hot semen for them, at last submitting in absolute ecstasy, before the injection left him in a catatonic state; conscious but unable to resist.

Elaine was also nicely aroused by the spectacle, but noted that another drama was unfolding. The soft blonde t-girl was now wrapped in a sheet and nestling closely up to Clyde, who comforted her in a tight embrace; she was looking into his eyes as he held her warm and safe. Clyde had a healthy erection and had thought initially that seeing the dominant wrestlers was responsible, but now found he was harder than ever; he could not understand it, but was as helpless as Fox-Janner now was as he sniffed her hair and squeezed her deliciously feminine body.

They smiled softly at each other as he let go with one hand and gently put his hand down the front of her soft torso to find her little cock was also stiff and erect. The sissy spoke for the first time, her voice just slightly deeper than such a petit girl would normally be, but just as soft and effeminate, and somehow very sexy to Clyde’s ears.

“Will you let me stay with you tonight, please…? I’m so scared; I promise I won’t trouble you again if you find you don’t want me.” Clyde simply kissed her full on the lips and felt her whole body jump with excitement as he did so; he wanted her badly.

When the two broke from the kiss they found the women smiling at them. The two didn’t need to say anything, and Elaine nodded her approval with a smile as they left; Clyde would not need to be conquered by the women, he had conquered himself.

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