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Madison would always come into the coffee shop I worked at (a place that starts with “S” and that all pretty white girls love) on Thursdays and order the same drink, a grande white-chocolate mocha with a shot of mint flavoring. Every time she came in, I would marvel at her rack, which wasn’t all that big but she knew exactly how to make it stand out. She always wore the cutest little shirts that hugged her figure nicely. She was about 5’6”, and in the few times that I saw her when she wore shorts or a dress, her legs just went on for days. She was built like a volleyball player, but was just a little bit thinner than the average one. Her insanely cute and innocent face was her best feature, though. She looked like a mixture of Zooey Deschanel and Sasha Grey.

This one fateful day, I decided to chat her up. I made it look like I was coming over to clean a table next to where she was sitting at, then made a little small talk. It was really easy, since she was sitting alone and probably wanted someone to talk to her. She looked like that kind of girl who both loved and hated attention.

So we’re talking about the little stupid shit you talk about when you first meet someone, and she seems to be really digging me. Then, she says something surprising.

“So, where do you go to school?” I ask.

“I’m still in high school. But I’m 18,” she says.

I stop, startled a bit. I shouldn’t have been too surprised, given that she looked pretty young. Hell, she could easily pass for 14, which gave a moment of pause. But, Madison immediately took me by the arm and pulled me in, whispering into my ear.

“I know I’m a little young, but I’ve heard about your reputation from Belle, a girl you and your friend fucked rotten. You’re part of the ‘DP Team’ from that college over there. After hearing about the amazing session you guys gave Belle, I’ve been coming here right after school whenever I can to hopefully get your attention. I want to be treated like a rag doll. I want to be your personal teenage slut,” she says.

I pause for a minute, thinking the situation over.

“Please, you have no idea how much of a nymph I am. I may be a virgin, but I think I watch more porn than some of the boys at school,” she says.

“Is that so? Well, shit,” I say, knowing that my swelling cock has now taken over thinking.

“My family will be out of town over the weekend. They’re leaving late Friday night, so I have Saturday and Sunday all to myself until they come home Monday morning. Maybe you and your friend can come over?” she says, her now-devilish gaze focused directly on me.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you my number. If you’re still up for it on Saturday, just text me the details and we’ll go from there,” I say, allowing me and her some chance to back out of it if we want to.

“OK, sounds fair enough. I know you’re a little scared because of how young I look, but I’m sure that also has you all hot and bothered,” she says, looking right at my bulge.

Madison then grabbed my bulge, squeezed it a bit, took her hand back, and put a finger in her mouth. She was right, though. The thought of fucking this budding teen slut rotten was making me rock hard.

“See you later, Ms. Madison,” I say.

I had to take a longer break to rub out a quick one in the bathroom, or else I would have finished the rest of my shift walking around with a stiffy.

***

Friday, I told my friend and DP Team partner John about the new situation. Like me, he was quite turned on by the thought of double teaming another 18-year-old girl. I told him about how I had given her my number, so the onus would be on her to reach out.

Once Friday evening came along, Madison started texting me picture after picture of herself. The first one was a picture of her cute face. She captioned it, saying “Do you want to see this face covered in cum?” Her face was just so cute and innocent-looking. You could tell you barely wore any makeup because of how perfect her skin was already. Cum was the last thing you’d ever expect to grace her face, but if she wanted it I would gladly oblige.

She then texted me another picture, this time of her bare stomach. It was flat and very lightly toned, like you’d expect to see from a teenager involved in some kind of sport (I later found out she played field hockey). She captioned this, “Want me to go higher or lower?”

I replied “Higher.” She soon texted back with a picture of her breasts. They weren’t anything all that big, but they were so round and plump. Her nipples were hard, so you can tell she was probably touching herself. She captioned this picture, “Like what you see?” I replied, “Hell yeah Ms. Madison.”

She then texted me a picture of her ass in some yoga pants. She captioned this “I know guys love seeing girls in yoga pants.” And my God did her ass look good in those tight pants. Her ass was a little on the smaller side, but it was definitely round and full enough to be fun to play with.

Finally, she texted me a picture of her pussy and asshole. She captioned this “You better bring company inegöl escort tomorrow, I’ll be waiting all day” and put down her address.

I showed all of the pictures to John and he was quite impressed.

“You bagged a cutie. It’s going to be hard waiting for Saturday,” he says.

“Hell yeah!” I say.

“I have a bit of a devilish plan, though. I want to invite a few more guys over for the fun. She seems like she would be up to it. What do you think?” John says.

“Well, shit, we shouldn’t just come barging in all at once.”

“No, of course not, but once we’re getting it on a bit, I want to have them on standby and see if she’s up to it.”

The thought of gangbanging her really got me going. Just imagining this young little girl sandwiched between a whole bunch of guys made me want to go over to her house right this second.

“OK, sounds like a plan. We hit her house at 6, sound good?” I say.

“Right on. I’ll call the other guys.”

***

Saturday comes along and by the afternoon I get another text from Madison.

“When are you guys coming?” she asks.

“After fucking you in every which way possible,” I reply.

Madison then replied with a bunch of smily faces and a picture of her fingering her wet pussy. There was no way she was backing out of this now.

John and I then make our way to her house. It was in the nice part of town, and when we rolled up we were shocked to see it was quite big.

“Her parents probably spoil her rotten,” John says.

“I guess we need to teach her a lesson,” I say.

We walk up, ring the doorbell, and Madison comes to answer the door dressed just in a white tank top and her underwear.

“Do you always answer the door dressed like that?” John blurts out.

“Only when I’m about to get ravished by some older dudes,” Madison says.

Madison then pulls us in and begins furiously making out with me. John locks the door behind us while watching me and Madison get hot.

“I didn’t want to waste any time, so just rip off these clothes and take me,” Madison says.

I motion over to John to tell him to take off her top while I focus on her underwear. They come flying off in seconds, leaving this little teenager naked before us.

“Who wants to fuck me first?” Madison says.

“Hold on, Ms. Madison, you need to do a little bit of work first,” I say.

“Drop to your knees,” John demands.

Madison gets down on the floor and we start unbuttoning our jeans. She knows exactly what’s about to happen because she sets up shop right under me, rubbing my legs as she eagerly awaits my cock.

Our pants are off in seconds and, next thing we know, Madison is bobbing up and down on my cock.

“You say you’re a virgin?” I ask.

In between strokes, she says quickly “I watch a lot of porn … I have been studying.”

John, feeling left out, grabs one of Madison’s hands, making her grip and stroke his cock.

“Don’t worry baby, I haven’t forgotten about you,” Madison says as she pops up and moves over to suck John’s cock.

John, ever the aggressive one, holds her head and starts face fucking her once she is in position. Madison tried to jack my cock at the same time, but as soon as John gets a really hard rhythm going, she stops jacking me and focuses on John’s movements. After a minute of getting her skull crushed by John’s 9 inch cock, Madison looks a little overwhelmed and John stops and pulls out.

“Why’d you stop?” Madison asks, catching her breath. “That was fucking hot.”

John then grabs her head again and shoves his cock right down her throat. She gags a bit, but it’s relieved when he pulls back. He then gets another good rhythm going.

I start feeling a little jealous, so after a good few minutes of Madison getting her face fucked by John, I pull her head away and shove my cock down her throat. By this time, Madison is furiously rubbing her pussy. She gives me no resistance other than with her lips and tongue as my cock moves in and out of her mouth.

Madison soon learns to move back and forth between our cocks. This little facefucking session lasts a good 15 minutes, but by the end we’re all ready to get to the real show.

Madison pulls away from my cock, but John this time picks her up and throws her on the couch. With her lying there, he gets on his knees to start licking out her pussy. It looked already quite wet, so John didn’t need to do too much before getting his cock ready to enter. Madison motioned over to me to come over, so I set up shop to the side, kneeling a bit on the chair so that she could continue sucking my cock.

“This is so cray cray,” Madison says.

John then pushes his way into her pussy. Madison lets out a little yelp, but she resumes sucking my cock as John works up another good rhythm, fucking her pussy nice and slow.

Madison looks to be in pure ecstasy. She starts jacking my cock to free up her mouth and say, “Goddammit you guys, keep on going. Treat me like the little whore I am.”

John ipekyolu escort continues to fuck her, but I pull off so that he can have a nice little session with her. He soon starts fucking her really hard; I can see her boobs going up and down in a slightly more violent fashion. Madison begins moaning really loud, obviously about to orgasm. She soon cums and John pulls out, motioning me to go in. I shove my cock inside her immediately, as she was still orgasming. She lets out another shriek as I fuck her harder and harder.

“Jesus… Jesus Christ. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Madison says, catching her breath.

I then turn her over so that she is on all fours. I set up shop behind her and I start fucking her pussy, doggy style. She doesn’t even open her eyes, she just keeps on matching my thrusts.

John then appears in front of her as I’m fucking her. He soon shoves his cock in her mouth so that she’s being spit roasted. He fucks her face really hard to the point she gags again, but she keeps her face buried in his crotch. John and me soon switch so that he’s fucking her while I fuck her face.

“How do you like being our little slut, Ms. Madison? How do you like the taste of your pussy?” I ask.

“I … I love it … Just don’t stop … Please … Keep fucking me,” Madison struggles to say.

John and I continue to switch positions, being that we kind of liked spit roasting this chick. But, it was soon time for her to find out how we got our notorious name.

John pulls out of her and sits down on the couch. He motions Madison to come over and ride him like a cowgirl. She giddily jumps up on him and starts fucking again, but this time I come up from behind. I pull out some lube and rub down my cock. Madison, in total ecstasy as John fucks her, didn’t know what was in store for her until John finally says, “Time for you to find out why we’re called the DP Team.”

I shove my cock into Madison’s asshole. She screams, quite loudly, and I pull out. But almost immediately she grabs my cock and yanks it towards her asshole.

“It hurt so good. Keep fucking my ass,” Madison says.

So I go in again, this time a little more slowly, working my way up to a good rhythm that matches John’s fucking of her pussy.

We only get pumping for a good few minutes before there’s a ring of the doorbell. Madison’s eyes get really wide as she jumps out of our cocks.

“Don’t worry, I’ve invited over a little more company. I hope you don’t mind. You seem like you’re up to it,” John says.

Madison, looking a dazed and possessed, walks over completely naked and opens the door. In come two of our friends, Dave and Mark.

“Whoa, looks like we’re late to the party,” Dave says.

“Yeah, look at her, she’s already all naked and sweaty!” Mark says.

Madison, being the good little slut that she is, looks like she didn’t care what the two just said. Instead, almost as soon as they are inside the door, she gets on her knees and starts unbuttoning their pants.

“What a good little slut!” Mark says as Madison pulls down his pants and buries her face in his cock. Mark’s pants are soon down as well, and Madison begins popping back and forth between them.

“Holy shit, you’re just a crazy little teenage whore, aren’t you?” Dave says.

John and I then move over to the little session going on by the front door. Our cocks are still hard from our session, but seeing Madison’s unrelenting sluttiness rejuvenates us to the point where it felt like we had just started.

“You guys interrupted us at the best part,” I say.

“You guys were already DPing her? Fucking nice…” Mark says.

“Yeah, we wanted to get her all nice and warmed up,” John says.

We soon enclose Madison in between us, our cocks just begging for attention from this little 18-year-old girl.

“I’m just a little girl in a candy shop, aren’t I?” Madison says as she clamps down on my cock once more.

She just kept going back and forth between us all, giving each of us each a little session of sucking. She wasn’t even slowing down, in fact it seemed like she was getting faster.

“Give Mark and Dave a little more attention,” John says. “Or else they might not fuck you as hard as we did.”

Madison then focused on Mark and Dave.

“Fuck my face, hard. They did. I want to see if you boys can,” Madison says.

“My God, you guys have released some kind of mad-woman,” Dave says and he starts fucking her face.

Mark and Dave then take turns fucking her face as me and John just watch, stroking our cocks. Madison’s second facefucking sessesion lasts a good 10 minutes. But, John eventually pulls Madison up and carries her upstairs. We all follow, our cocks getting harder and harder with each step because we know what’s next.

“Which one is your parent’s room?” John asks.

“The one to the left with two doors,” Madison answers.

“OK, cool, we need a bigger room for the intense session ahead of you,” John says.

Madison continues to iskenderun escort kiss John as he carries her into the room. We break through the door and John throws Madison onto the bed.

“Are you ready, Mad Miss Madison?” John asks.

“Just come here and ravish me,” Madison says.

“All of us?” I ask.

“Yes, all of you big, older men. Treat me like the little teen slut I know you’ve always wanted,” Madison says.

And with that, we storm her. John tells Madison to get on all fours on the bed so we can take our positions. Dave gets under her and sticks his cock right inside her pussy, vigorously sucking Madison’s small but perky and round tits. Madison opens her mouth and moans from the rather rough penetration, but her mouth is quickly stuffed by John’s cock. I then set up shop behind her and slowly work my cock into her ass. Mark, probably feeling a bit left out, kneels right next to John and grabs one of Madison’s hands and tells her to stroke his cock.

Madison humps our cocks slowly at first, with me and Dave just letting her do all the work for a minute. Once she got a decent rhythm going, I slowly start to build up my speed, going in and out of her ass like a piston. Dave, from below, impales her harder and harder with each thrust. John, after seeing Madison enjoy the fucking, starts once again fucking her in the face. Madison even made sure that Mark’s cock wasn’t forgotten and stroked it with as much might as she could muster, even as she was being hammered by three other men.

We all start fucking her harder and harder. I’m sure we were all worried that she wouldn’t be able to take it, but she matched our maniac thrusts with thrusts of her own. We stay in our positions for what must have been 20 minutes, then John pulls his cock out of her mouth and says, “it’s my turn, finally.”

I pull out of her ass and John, in position in less than a second, shoves his cock right back inside of her. Madison squeals, but John was only beginning. Mark, seeing his opportunity, shoves his cock in Madison’s mouth and Madison is once again fully stuffed.

I decide to sit back for a bit and just watch the scene before me. Madison looked nowhere close to being tired, which surprised me quite a bit because we had already been quite rough with her. Still, she was taking us all like some kind of weathered pornstar who’s seen every different kind of position. I just sat back, stroking my cock, watching as John fucked her ass harder and harder. Dave just laid there, letting John’s thrusts help his thrusts into Madison’s pussy. Mark, a little while into their session, pulled his cock out of Madison’s mouth and began to make out with her.

“You’re such a dirty teen slut, Miss Madison,” Mark says.

“I’ve always wanted to be fucked my a group of guys,” Madison says, her voice sounding a little more hoarse than it did when we first showed up.

“Do you like how our cocks are filling all of your holes?” Mark says.

“Yes…” Madison started to say, but was cut off by Mark shoving his cock back into her mouth.

Dave then motioned that he wanted to get up and try fucking her ass instead of her pussy. John pulled out at the same time Dave did, then pushed Mark aside.

“Go for her pussy, Mark. I want to give this little slut a taste of her ass,” John says.

Madison didn’t even flinch. The second John was in front of her, she grabbed his cock and began licking it up and down. She started her tongue at the base and just worked her way up,

“Good God you’re crazy,” John says

“I always see this in porn. Ass to mouth. It’s just so fucking hot whenever they do it. I always wanted to try it,” Madison says.

“How do you like the taste of your ass, Ms. Madison?” John asks.

“It’s so fucking good,” Madison replied. “Why have you other boys stopped? Fill me up.”

Mark got below Madison and soon had his cock inside of her. Dave slowly entered her from behind. John told me to come over.

“Look at this fucking slut,” John says. “You think she can take two cocks in her mouth?”

“She has a pretty little mouth, but I’m not sure. Why don’t you try, Ms. Madison?” I say.

Madison then takes our cocks and puts them in her mouth. Our cocks were touching but it didn’t matter because, somehow, Madison was able to fit them inside her mouth. She wiggled her tongue between our cocks and looked up at us, smiling as wide as she could with two penises in her mouth.

John soon pulls out and tells me “she’s all yours,” and he goes to sit down to admire the view as well. Mark and Dave start working up a good rhythm, while Madison continues to suck my cock. I see John leave the room as Madison says to me “fuck my face.”

I start fucking her face, but not as hard as John. With the three of us fucking her like she was the last girl on earth, Madison screams out “I’m cumming!”

We all start fucking her even harder, hopefully giving her an orgasm she’ll remember forever. We’re pumping and pumping away as she starts to squirm. She soon grabs and squeezes my cock and grabs squeezes Mark’s cock below.

Her orgasm lasts over a minute. All the while we’re fucking her with the intensity of an assembly line machine at full speed. Madison soon loosens her grip and stops matching our thrusts. I pull out of her mouth and she starts breathing hard. A smile appears across her face.

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In case you haven’t read the first two chapters, let me fill you in on what you missed (Spoiler Alert). My wife and I are married with a couple of kids and needed to break up the routine our lives had become. She is a gorgeous, tall, blue-eyed, blonde-haired MILF. I convinced my wife to have a threesome with my best friend Brad and later added another friend to the party. Brad had been to Richard’s female gloryhole and broached me on the subject and somehow I convinced my wife to participate one evening. The female glory holes were run by a rich businessman, Richard, out of his country lodge. It was like his sexual playhouse.

About once a month or so, Richard would invite some of his business associates to his lodge to enjoy the services of several women who would be in cubicles with the bottom half of their bodies exposed for men to enjoy. Of course, there were regular glory holes where the women would service the men orally. The cubicles gave the women the anonymity so they could enjoy themselves without anyone ever knowing who they were.

During the first time we were there, I recognized one of the V.P.’s from my wife’s work. Our cover was blown in chapter two and things got interesting. Chapter three picks up where things left off.

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After Michelle’s latest trip to Richard’s female gloryhole, our lives settled back into our familiar routines. We get up early, get the kids and ourselves ready for school and work, rush around until we are out the door, fight traffic, work our butts off all day, pick the kids up from their after school program, throw something together for dinner, help the kids with their homework, get them ready for bed, take a couple of hours to watch TV then repeat the routine the next day. It’s physically and mentally exhausting.

Michelle was working more hours at her job after getting a couple of promotions and it was also more stressful for her as a wife and mother. She did a great job of balancing all of our needs but would, oftentimes, forget about her own needs. I tried to make sure she took time for a day at the spa to pamper herself but the needs of our family always crept back into our lives.

For some reason, when life got stressful, doing something out of the ordinary sexually seemed to relax Michelle more than anything. We did squeeze in some time to have a threesome with Brad again but, much to our surprise, he got into a serious relationship and that ended those encounters.

Most men could not handle sharing their wife with another man, let alone watching her fuck and suck multiple men on multiple occasions but I enjoy seeing men pleasing themselves and pleasing my wife in the throes of a sexual encounter. It makes me proud to hear them rave about her sexual prowess. While they may get to enjoy her for an evening, I get to enjoy her more often, and having other men finding her desirable makes her more desirable to me. The more my wife delved into this lifestyle the more I enjoyed it too. At first, it took my encouragement but the more she explored her sexuality with my permission the more fun we both had. The memories of those wild sexplorations also helped spice up our regular sex life too.

I have questioned my sanity at times for enjoying seeing my wife fucking my best friend or getting gang banged by a group of strangers or letting her go on a date with her boss who I knew in advance would be fucking her mouth, pussy, and ass and getting hard hearing all of the gory details. I’m tired of reading all of the psychological reasons men like sharing their wives. All I know is that my wife and I both deeply enjoy it so I decided to quit psychoanalyzing myself and just relax and have a good time while we are both still young enough to enjoy a kinky sex life.

Deep down, I was a little concerned about her boss, Roger, fucking her on multiple occasions and the possible ramifications it might have for my wife at work. How can someone have sex with a beautiful woman one day and be totally professional and all business the next day? My fears were unfounded. Michelle told me that after the first time he told her he wanted a date with her, there was no hint of unprofessional behavior from her boss at work. I think we both knew that he must have been undressing my wife with his eyes. Even in her conservative banker’s attire, he was probably imagining her gorgeous body fully naked and was recalling being on the receiving end of her expert blow jobs and having had cum in her mouth, pussy and ass.

Richard had contacted Michelle numerous times in the ensuing months trying to convince her to come back to the female gloryhole but our schedules didn’t seem to line up and she seemed reluctant to go down that road again much to my disappointment.

She told me, “I’m under a lot of pressure between work and home, Ken. I need to get myself psyched up to go to Richard’s and I just don’t have the energy for it right now.”

The kids were getting a little older and I think she was worried that someday they might find out that their mother was a secret slut. In my mind, the more gaziemir escort stressed out she became, the more she needed to let loose but I didn’t know how to break that cycle.

Before Brad got serious with his new girlfriend, it had been a while since we even had a threesome with him when we had BBQ one summer day. We invited a few family members and friends and Brad came by himself. He was naturally flirting with all of the women including my wife. Everyone knew him and knew he was harmless. The women enjoyed his compliments even if he did make some of the husbands a little jealous. He knew when to stop before anyone got really pissed off.

Of course, Brad was flirting with Michelle and she’d tease him in return. They had been doing this to each other since he was my roommate in college. She was wearing a pair of short, tight runners shorts and a tank top and looked great. He would follow Michelle into the house and grab her ass or come up behind her and grasp a couple of handfuls of her breasts or try to nuzzle her neck. It didn’t bother me, after all, he had fucked her on multiple occasions and even arranged for her first trip to the female gloryhole so he knew I wasn’t the jealous type. As a matter of fact, I was hoping he would get her warmed up so I could screw my wife later. He was careful not to grope her when others could see what he was doing.

I witnessed Michelle teasing Brad too. She made sure she would bend over when she was close to him and show off her gorgeous butt with her cheeks peeking out of the bottom of her shorts or she would lean over in front of him to give him a good view of her 36c cleavage. It’s not like my wife was completely innocent that day. It was a hot day and Michelle wasn’t wearing a bra which was obvious in the way her tits bounced freely when she walked. I was getting excited watching both of them flirt with and taunt each other. The fact that we were drinking a refreshing spiked punch all day helped matters along too.

By the end of the evening, our guests began to leave and I put the kids to bed while Brad helped Michelle clean up. When I came downstairs, I was a little surprised to see Brad and my wife in the kitchen with him kissing her neck with one hand up her shirt and the other down her shorts rubbing her pussy which no doubt was pretty damp. Michelle’s hand was busy reaching behind her stroking Brad’s dick through his shorts.

When they saw me, they didn’t even bother to stop either, not that I was upset or anything. As a matter of fact, I stood quietly in the doorway and watched as they groped each other. Apparently, while I was putting the kids to bed, Brad was helping Michelle in the kitchen and came up behind her and began to grab her tits while she was leaning over at the sink. He had his growing dick rubbing up against her ass. Instead of stopping him, my wife began to wiggle her ass to further tease him while he continued to play with her breasts and tweak her nipples. Her intent was to turn around to stop him but that’s when he slipped his hand down the front of her shorts. As soon as he touched and began to rub her clit, she lost control and had no desire to stop his sexual advance.

I watched them for a few minutes then suggested, “We can take this into the guest bedroom if you like.”

My wife asked, “What about the kids?”

“Trust me, after being outside all day running around with their friends, they are already sound asleep.”

That’s all Michelle and Brad had to hear and she led him by the hand to the guest bedroom on the first floor. As soon as the door was closed, their clothes were quickly stripped off and my best friend had my wife on the bed sucking on her tits and licking his way down towards her pussy. He began by tongue fucking my wife before focusing on her clit. By now, he knew just what she liked and began to lick and suck on her clit. When she was close to an orgasm she would place her hand on the back of his head as a signal to continue sucking on her clit while giving it butterfly flicks with his tongue until she squirted her juices into his mouth.

Brad then licked his way back up her naked body and sucked on her nipples for a while longer before feeding Michelle his hard dick. She would suck him for a few minutes and when he held the back of her head, it was a signal to let him fuck her mouth. I watched as his hips thrust back and forth as his hard on pushed deep into my wife’s throat. I knew from experience that she would also be swirling her tongue around his dick while he enjoyed Michelle’s sweet lips. He then climbed between her legs, lifting them higher and wider to enjoy the sight of her hot, wet pussy and naked body. He then placed her legs on his shoulders and drove himself deep into my wife. She thrust her head back and lifted her chest in pleasure as he plunged his cock into her.

“Oh, I’ve missed your pussy, Michelle. You are so hot.”

“I’ve missed your dick too Brad. Now fuck me good and make up for lost time.”

I love hearing my wife beg for another man’s cock. Brad started to fuck her gelibolu escort hard and deep. They were both moaning but trying to be quiet so as not to wake the kids. I stripped off my clothes while they were in the throws of their sexual dance. Michelle motioned me to come over to her and I fed her my cock. She gives the best blow jobs and I needed some attention myself. A blow job is even better when she’s getting fucked. It’s a real turn on for me, even if she is distracted at times by her own pleasure.

Brad turned Michelle over onto all fours and began to furiously fuck her from behind, so hard their skin was slapping together when he thrust into her. I was busy fucking her mouth when my best friend grunted and lunged deep into my wife’s pussy and shot his load. I got to see the look of pleasure on his face once again as he used my wife for his sexual release and pleasure.

I then took my turn, enjoying sloppy seconds for the first time in months. I missed that feeling of my dick in her cunt that was filled with another man’s cum. I enjoyed the feeling of her freshly used pussy, knowing how another man enjoyed it just as much, if not more than me. Michelle fucked and sucked us both again before Brad went home later that night.

I got up early the next morning to take care of the kids while Michelle slept in. She never does that, and I was more than happy to give her a well-deserved break. I made the kids a nice breakfast and sent them out into the yard to play before my wife came downstairs.

She was still tired from the busy day entertaining friends and then entertaining Brad further that night. She was thankful for being able to sleep late and even more thankful for the breakfast and coffee that were all ready for her. We had a chance to talk about the night before too.

“You know Ken, I needed to totally relax and enjoy myself last night. Thanks for being so understanding. Brad and I were teasing each other all day and I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Don’t thank me, Michelle, I had just as much fun as you did, maybe more. I think the fact that it wasn’t planned is what made it so much more fun.”

I know what you mean Ken, we’ve had to plan the other times and this one just happened. It was fun.”

We had a nice chat about our sexual experimentations and I asked my wife if she had any favorites among our experiences. She told me that the first time we had the threesome with Brad was exciting because it was the initial leap into her being a hotwife. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She also told me that she and Brad had teased each other over the years and she always wondered what he would be like in bed.

The first time at the female gloryhole was exciting too. She was scared and excited and servicing multiple men anonymously was a thrilling experience by letting herself delve totally into a purely sexually satisfying experience.

She went on to tell me, “I think being alone with Roger that first night at the gloryhole was the best though. I enjoyed the part about showering and getting myself ready to be given to another man. I enjoyed being blindfolded because it added to the anticipation and I think it made my skin more sensitive to his touches which increased the pleasure. I felt kind of submissive too

being taken in a room for the sole purpose of satisfying him. I felt like I was a prize that was being awarded to him. I knew you and Richard were watching and I liked having an audience too.”

I put that conversation away in the memory and spank bank.

The next week was just as hectic and chaotic as usual and Michelle was just as stressed as always. She was working on a project that had to be completed by the middle of the following week. There is no way we could take time off for a much-needed vacation but we needed to do something too. I decided to take some bold action that might make my wife extremely angry or it would give her the thrill of our lives. I have to admit that part of it was selfishness but part of me wanted to give my wife an opportunity to get lost in another night of sexual fulfillment and satisfying her darkest desires.

The first step was to contact Richard and see if I could bring Michelle into one of his special rooms in two weeks. Naturally, he was more than agreeable to arranging a get together with my wife along with five or six of his friends. He knew Roger would want to be there and I told him my next call was going to be with my wife’s V.P..

When I called her boss, I told him, “Michelle has been working her butt off lately and is pretty stressed. I was hoping that once this project is completed, that she could have a couple of days off to decompress.”

Roger was a little hesitant because Michelle needed to be the one to request time off. There were company policies that had to be followed.

I responded, “On that Saturday night, I’d like to bring her up to Roger’s for a special get together but I want her to be nice and relaxed when we go.”

“I do a lot of high-level negotiations but you drive a gemlik escort hard bargain, Ken. I’ll insist she take a couple of days off assuming I am also invited to Richard’s.”

“How could I not invite you, Roger?”

We both laughed and with two missions accomplished, I had to work on the next steps of my plot. I had been working on getting Michelle to take a couple of days off for a while but she insisted it wasn’t possible until her workload lightened up. The bank had a very competitive atmosphere and she was ambitious. I even suggested going back to Richard’s at some point. She was open to the idea but it was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. While I worked to convince Michelle to take a break, I had already arranged for my parents to watch the kids for a couple of days that following weekend. My plot was all set except for Michelle’s agreement.

On Monday night, Michelle told me that Roger insisted she take off on Thursday and Friday. He told her he didn’t want her to burn out. She resisted but when your boss tells you to take a couple of days off, it’s difficult to argue. I, of course, encouraged her to take advantage of his generous offer and take a few days to relax and unwind. I told her I’d even arrange for a day at the spa for her and maybe we’d make some plans for the weekend.

“What kind of plans were you thinking?”

I hesitated a little but she had to find out sooner or later, “I thought maybe we could go to Richard’s for an evening. We haven’t been there in a while.”

“Oh really. If I didn’t know better, I would think that maybe you had this all planned out with Roger,” she said with a sly grin on her face. She knew me all too well.

“Well, to be completely honest, Richard and I are planning a special night for you and Roger was more than happy to do his part.”

“It sounds like you three have been conspiring against me. What do you have in mind Ken?”

“It’s a surprise dear. You’re going to have to trust me.”

Michelle laughed out loud, “Yeah right. You plot out this scheme behind my back and then ask me to trust you but to be honest, it does sound like it could be fun.”

By Wednesday, I had finalized the arrangements with Richard for Saturday night and planned for a couple of relaxing days for my wife before the big event. I still had to work on Thursday but I arranged for a complete house cleaning on that day while my wife was working out with a personal trainer, taking a yoga class along with a meditation class. On Friday, my wife had a spa day complete with a full body massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. I took her out for dinner at her favorite restaurant after we dropped the kids off at my parent’s house.

While we had sex that night, Michelle tried to get me to tell her what I had arranged for her night at Richard’s on Saturday but I held firm and told her it was a surprise. All I would tell her was how much I was looking forward to going to there to see her being a fucking whore. I know her mind was wondering what was going to happen but all she knew was that she would be fucking multiple men the following night.

On Saturday, we slept late and I got up before her to make breakfast. She kept trying to pry my pre-arranged plans that I had made with Richard and Roger out of me but I held my ground. I was proud of myself because I’m horrible at keeping a secret but I assured her we’d have a good time. It was killing me not to tell her but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise either. The anticipation of what was going to happen was part of the excitement for both of us. I only hoped it would go as well as I had planned. I did tell her we were going to Richard’s for dinner but that’s all I would reveal.

Michelle spent most of the day on Saturday lounging around the house but there was a nervous excitement in the air. She kept hinting around, speculating on what I had planned but I didn’t say a word. She asked me how she should dress and I told her to dress casually because Richard would have an outfit for her. That made her even more curious. I so badly wanted to tell her.

Michelle dressed in a white tank top, black leggings, and sandals. We then had a cocktail before we left for Richard’s to help calm both our nerves. I think I was just as excited as my wife. I only hoped that the night went as well as I anticipated. We tried to carry on a normal conversation on the long drive to our host’s lodge, but we kept going back to the previous times we had been there. I still think Michelle was fishing to see what may happen, afterall, she had been gang banged twice. What could possibly top those adventures?

During the quiet times in our drive, I would glance over at my 30’s wife, mother of two, and simply stare at her beauty. Her long blonde hair was blowing in the wind from the partially opened window, her soft blue eyes looking off into the distance. Her 36c breasts looked so lovely underneath her tank top and her leggings covered her long, lean legs like a second skin. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to how lucky several men were going to be that night to be able to fuck a sexy MILF like her. In a matter of hours, I’d be a witness to seeing her pleasure several other men with her sexy, full lips, her shaven pussy and lovely firm, round ass. The men would be lucky to be able to fuck someone as beautiful as my wife, especially given her sexual prowess.

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Day 7 – 7.45am

I woke sleepily, feeling a wonderful, joyful feeling. I opened my eyes to discover why. Tani, the beautiful black housemate, was kneeling by my legs, giving me a blowjob. It was a wonderful way to wake up. I didn’t say anything, I just smiled and looked around the room. Most were still sleeping, but Jeff and Shuko were awake. I knew this because Shuko was crouched on top of Jeff, riding his cock rhythmically. They were only a few feet away from me, and I could hear their flesh smacking together, and the smell of sex was wafting around the room.

Tani’s lips kept rolling up and down my smooth cock. She was completely naked. When she saw my eyes were open, she stopped sucking, and instead moved my cock between her breasts, using them to squeeze and massage my manhood. All the while making eye contact with me, and licking her lips.

After a minute or so, she snaked up my body, until she found my lips, and kissed them passionately. I didn’t care she had just been sucking me. You don’t refuse the kiss of a goddess. I could feel her boobs against my chest, her deep black nipples hard and raking across me. And I felt my cock rubbing against her body as we kissed, instinct filling my consciousness, desiring to enter her immediately.

She released our kiss, and whispered into my ear.

“Your story got me so excited last night, Matt. I wanted to feel you inside me right then.”

She nibbled my earlobe, before continuing. “I used to fantasize about you Matt. Watching you, waiting to be in the house with you. I played with myself, when you fucked Sarah in the shower room. Every time you fucked one of the girls, I got so wet, imagining it was me with you. I’ve wanted to know what your cock is like inside me, Matt, for so long. Make love to me.”

Without waiting for reply, she moved herself up, squatted over me, and used her right hand to guide my cock into her. Her pussy was wet, dripping onto my crotch and stomach as she slid up and down my manhood. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a woman this wet. But she was tight too. She controlled the muscles deep inside her pussy, squeezing and releasing me.

She grabbed my hands, and held them, our fingers intertwined. We said not a word, just let our bodies to the talking. As we fucked, we watched together as Jeff and Shuko finished, Jeff’s cum leaking out of her tight, Japanese pussy, and onto his Australian crotch. We heard muffled noises of annoyance from Davide, as he turned himself away, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. I couldn’t tell about the others, if they were awake or asleep. My focus was on the gorgeous woman above me, her big black tits bouncing up and down. Her skin was very dark, but somehow, her shaven pussy was even darker, until the opening, where it became a bright red, the blood of excitement flowing through it.

She had closed her eyes, her head pointing skyward. Her eyelids fluttered with the ecstasy of sex. Her breathing started changing, becoming shorter, quicker breaths. She quickened her pace, pushing up and down on my cock, squeezing it hard all the while. Suddenly she stopped her moving, as her body was filled with an orgasm, radiating outwards along her entire body. It was beautiful to watch, seeing a wave of pleasure overtake her. Her mouth was wide open, mouthing silent words of joy and desire. As her orgasm left her, she climbed off me, and returned to giving me a blowjob. She took my cock deep inside her mouth, going so far down she could have tickled my balls with her tongue. Within a couple of minutes I felt my moment coming. She could sense I was close too. She took me out of her mouth, and finished me with her hands, guiding my sperm onto my own stomach. I wondered why she hadn’t let me finish in her mouth, and if she didn’t like the taste of cum. But then, when I had finished shooting, she stuck out her tongue, and made a single, long lick across my stomach, collecting my cum and her own sex juices before licking her lips, showing she had enjoyed the taste.

She laid down beside me, head against mine, and arm across me. I just smiled as I held her, realizing that I had yet to utter a single word this morning.

———————–

“I love you guys, but I need some space!” Davide said loudly.

It was 8:55 ish, and we were all waiting for Big Brother to start the daily announcements, and to hopefully free us of the ‘sleepover’ task, which kept us all in the same room all day and night. We’d already eaten breakfast together, joking about who snores, or which guy has the biggest boner in the night.

Though we had enjoyed each other’s company, in more ways than one, we were also feeling a bit of cabin fever, and wanted to get some time alone. The morning had been sex-free, since Tani and I had finished. We spent a while, just sitting in our makeshift beds, talking about the dreams we had had, or how we would normally spend a Sunday. Maria was sure it was Sunday today. I had lost track days ago. It didn’t seem to matter in the house.

Finally, girne escort Big Brother’s voice boomed through the house, in the normal, robotic way.

“All housemates should assemble in the main living room.”

We were puzzled why the voice hadn’t said more, but we obeyed. Once we were all inside, we watched in surprise as the main door – the only door in and out of the complex – opened. Three white women stepped out, before the thick door closed again behind them.

They all looked in their late thirties or early forties. They had about the same build – shapely, but not unfit. Sexual, but in a mature way. ‘MILF’ was the word that came to mind.

They were all dressed in the same clothing – Black PVC dresses and high boots. Each of them held a whip. The only main differences between these three, was their hair. One was bright blonde, another had black hair, and the last one was bright red. The type of bright red that only exists in Scotland and bottles in the supermarket.

The red-haired woman was the first to speak. Just from her body language, she was used to being in charge.

“My name is Mistress Crimson. These are my associates, Mistress Platinum and Mistress Darkness. You will address us by these titles.”

Sarah seemed to attempt to speak, but Mistress Crimson spoke sharply before she could utter more than a syllable.

“Big Brother feels the discipline in this house has not been good enough. Therefore, Big Brother has sent us here, for the next twenty-four hours, to command and teach you all respect and obedience. Do you understand? Say ‘yes Mistress Crimson’ “

“…yes, Mistress Crimson” we spoke dutifully. It was like we were back at school, already obeying our fierce headmistress.

“Good” she continued. “If you disobey us, we have been authorized to punish you however we feel necessary. That can include expulsion from the house, if necessary. And of course, you are always welcome to simply walk out of the door.” She smiled at that, knowing most of us would rather die than leave now. We’d all come too far.

It was Mistress Platinum who spoke next. “Your first task is to clear away all this.” She gestured to the bedding still sitting in the living room. “Then you go to the gym, where Mistress Darkness will and I will conduct your morning workout. From now on, you do exactly what we say, when we say it. You do not even go to the bathroom without our permission. Do you understand?”

We all looked down, like naughty little children. “Yes, Mistress Platinum.”

“Good. Start work.” The three ladies moved to one side, and made a hand gesture telling us to get on with the first task.

We started moving the bedding back in silence, trying to put it back into the correct room, when Mistress Crimson informed us to “Just put it all in the first room. They bedding area will be changed soon, anyway.” So we threw all the bedding into the first room, and moved into the gym.

The mistresses put us through a grueling workout. We all had to run for five kilometers, before being given squats and jumping jacks to do. Finally, we had to row half a kilometer on the rowing machines. If we seemed to be going too slowly, they used their short whips on us. Never enough to cause real harm, but hard enough to be painful. By the end, we were all exhausted.

“Good.” Instructed Mistress Crimson. “You will all now shower. You will be observed to ensure no sexual behavior happens.”

Sarah spoke up, in a condescending tone. “I thought Big Brother wanted us to have sex?”

The whip of Miss Darkness slapped her straight across the neck and face.

“You do not speak unless asked a question!” roared Mistress Platinum. Calming down, she continued. “Yes, Big Brother does want you to have sexual contact. And you will. But at our implicit instructions.”

Then walked straight up to Sarah, putting her face inches away from the housemate. “Why?” she said, staring straight at her. “If you want sex, I can arrange for you to have sex right now. Is that what you want?”

Sarah stared into her eyes…then slowly dropped them to the floor. “No, Mistress Platinum.”

“Disappointing” replied the blonde dominatrix. “Fine. Get to the showers THIS second.”

We all washed ourselves quietly, and without sexuality. Mistress Darkness went in the shower with us, still wearing her PVC dress. If it bothered her, she didn’t show it. She just walked all around us, threatening the whip if we seemed to be trying to communicate with each other, or spent too long cleaning our genitals.

But, the water was a good temperature, and after our workout (not to mention some of our early morning activities) we all had needed it.

After our shower, we found our underwear had been removed, and simple, white underwear had been provided for each of us. The men had Y fronts, while the ladies had simple white panties and bras.

We were lead out of the shower room in one long line, with Mistress Platinum at the front, and Mistress gölcük escort Darkness at the back. As we walked towards the kitchen, we saw the bedrooms were once again being altered, and heard the sound of workmen behind the closed doors. We also heard that the furthest room (that had held the one-way mirror) was also being changed.

In the kitchen we found our food was already served and waiting for us. There were eight plates full of plain cooked pasta. Eight identical glasses of water were sitting with them. On a separate table, slightly away from the pasta, were three plates full of lasagna and green salad, with a bottle of red wine opened in the middle.

Mistress Crimson was waiting for us. “You will now have half an hour to eat and relax. We will not be monitoring you during this time.”

At that, the three women walked over to their lasagna and began tucking in. We sat down with our plain pasta, and began eating hungrily, though all furious at the meager meal, compared to the ladies.

“What bitches” Sarah whispered under her breath. “I can’t believe this!”

“Why not?” ask Maria. “This is exactly what Big Brother likes to do. Humiliate and degrade us.”

My memory flashed back to the torture I’d been forced to put Maria through, only a couple of days before. She was right. This was exactly what Big Brother enjoyed. And, it seemed, so did the viewing public.

“But it’s only for twenty four hours” encouraged Jeff quietly. “We can cope. And then they leave. And we are one day closer to the prize money.” He squeezed Shuko’s hand as he said this.

After our brief lunch break of freedom, we were back under the control of the three. They took us into the karaoke room, and forced us to watch an animated film about a talking baby, who was also a mafia boss. It was a cruel and unusual punishment.

The ladies seemed to be waiting for some outside information, and I saw Mistress Crimson leave the room, then return a few minutes later, whispering to the others. A smile crept over their faces at whatever she had said.

She pressed the remote’s pause button, and waited for us all to look at her.

“We will now begin taking some of you away for some…private time. The remaining housemates will stay here.” She stared straight at me. “I will take Matt and…” Her eyes danced around the room “Sarah.”

Mistress Platinum spoke up next, saying she would be taking Jeff and Tani. Since Mistress Darkness didn’t speak, I assumed she was staying with the rest.

Sarah and I followed Mistress Crimson out of the film room, along through the living room area and finally into the furthest room. The one that had held the mirror and table days earlier.

Now, It was sex dungeon. It was like something out of fifty shades of grey. There were shelves filled with all sorts of sex toys, and a couple of racks on the walls, for holding ‘victims’ in place. The walls were black and the carpet was a dark blue.

“Lock the door,” instructed the dominatrix. We did so in silence, unsure of what would happen next. Her whip was still in her hand, if we disobeyed.

“Good” she continued. “Now, Sarah. Sit on that bench over there. I’ll deal with you in a minute. Matt…take off your underwear.”

I slowly pulled down my Y fronts, as Sarah sat down quietly. I was not turned on, and my cock hung shriveled between my legs.

“Disappointing.” Replied the mistress. “One of the smallest I’ve ever seen in my life. Change places with Sarah. I don’t want to deal with something so tiny until it’s grown.”

I obeyed, and now sat as I watched Sarah disrobe in the middle of the room, removing her bra, then her panties. The lights in the room were bright and unforgiving. Her large tits were hanging low and her plumpness could be seen clearly.

“How hideous you are. You’re fat and ugly. It’s a wonder nobody vomits when they see you naked. Those tits are…”

“THAT’S ENOUGH” I said loudly, standing up. “YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT.”

Her whip cracked me across the chest. She had aimed for my face, but been out of reach.

“I speak to anyone, exactly how I want” she replied calmly. “But you want me to stop? OK. Let’s do something else instead. First, I’ll show you what a real woman looks like. Sarah, unzip my dress. Matt, unlace these boots.”

Sarah moved uncomfortably behind the dominatrix, and unzipped the black dress. Their red hair got tangled together for a second, and I saw they both had similar shades, though Sarah’s was slightly darker.

As the dress was removed, I saw the woman in all her naked glory. She had a six-pack stomach and small but firm breasts. She must have been over forty, but she still looked good. I knelt down by her feet, and began to untie the boots. She sent Sarah down to help me, as it was taking me too long. We finally removed both boots, and looked up from our place kneeling below her. She was still standing, and we could see straight up to her shaven pussy, and on to her firm breasts. göztepe escort

“Good” she said, when she saw us kneeling below her. “Exactly where you deserve to be. Now, I’m going to explain the rules of our game today. You can refuse any activity, at any time. But if you do, I’ll evict your partner from the house. Not you, your partner. Do you each understand?”

We looked at each other, and nodded.

“Oh, and before you think about being tactical; I’ll also explain to all the other housemates how you fucked one of your own team over. Understand? Good. Now you can start, exactly where you are now. Lick my feet.”

With hesitation, I slowly began to lick at her feet and toes. There really was a cheesy taste. I could see that Sarah wasn’t enjoying it any more than I was. Of all her sexual kinks, clearly feet wasn’t one of them.

After a couple of minutes, Mistress Crimson stopped us, and instructed us to thank her, for the privilege of cleaning her feet.

“..thank you Mistress Crimson” we replied dutifully.

“Very good.” She smiled an evil grin at us. “Sarah, strap Matt into the rack over there.” She pointed with her whip hand to a wall.

I walked over willingly with Sarah, and she held legs in place with Velcro straps, then did the same with my arms. I was now standing up, in a DeVinci X, unable to move. I was exposed to the world, my still shrunken cock sitting in the middle.

“Well done Sarah. Step away from him now. We won’t need him until later.” Mistress Crimson pointed at one of two boxes placed on of the shelves. “Open the red box and show us all what is inside.”

Sarah walked to the box, and pulled out the content. It was a large, vibrating dildo. A gasp of surprise left her mouth.

“Oh good, you recognize it.” Said the dominatrix. “We took it from your house. It’s a very nice dildo, and so much larger than Matt’s poor, floppy dick. I want you to sit on this bench, and show me how you use this big plastic cock.”

Hesitating, Sarah moved to the bench, taking a small bottle of lube with her from one of the shelves. She sat down, and slowly spread her legs, exposing herself to us. She put a tiny drop of lube onto the tip of the toy, and then turned it on. The sound of it vibrating reverberated around the room. Carefully, she moved the tip down to between her legs, and began massaging her lips and her hairy mound. She moved it up to her clit, and I saw her eyes move as the pleasure hit her. Then she moved the vibrating cock back down lower, and slowly pushed it into herself, inch by inch. I could tell by her face she was in so much pleasure, despite the surroundings and the fierce gaze of the naked dominatrix. As her right hand moved the dildo in and out, her left hand began playing with her own breast, squeezing and massaging.

I couldn’t help my cock rising at the erotic sight. I wanted to bring my hand down and stroke it, but they were tied.

Mistress Crimson had noticed my predicament, and walked sexually over to me. She put her head by mine, and whispered softly into my ear.

“Are you enjoying seeing this?”

I nodded, but she playfully whipped my leg. She wanted a verbal answer. “Yes, mistress.”

“Do you think she is enjoying being fucked by the plastic cock?”

I looked over at Sarah. She was staring at the conversation between the dominatrix and I, but still slowly moving the vibrating cock in and out of her moist cunt.

“Yes, Mistress”

There was a sadistic joy in her voice. I’d clearly just said the right answer. “Than it’s your turn to play.”

She turned. “SARAH, stop now. Put that toy back, and go to the blue box this time. It’s also from your home. I’m sure you know how to fit it. You’ve probably used it with your girlfriend many times. Put it on, and wait for my instructions.”

There was a zipping noise, as the dominatrix released me from the Velcro straps. She took my arm forcefully, and moved me to a bench. She moved my body until I was kneeling on all fours, my ass sticking up in the air, exposed.

“Very good. Now, if you are a good boy for this next part, I’ll let you fuck me after. Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to give me pleasure?”

“Yes Mistress Crimson.” I really did. It was strange, but the power she was holding over both of us was extremely arousing.

“Then you’ll be a good boy. Sarah? Come round here and show Matt your toy.”

Sarah slowly walked in front of me, a glow in the dark strap-on dildo sticking out from between her legs. It was about the size of my own cock, but it was still frightening to me. I’d never had a gay experience, or experimented with a partner. In fact, I’d never had anything in my ass before.

As Sarah walked behind me, and I felt her hands moving onto my hips, I considered leaving the room. But it wouldn’t be me who was evicted, it would be Sarah. No, I’d stay.

‘Five million dollars’ I thought to myself, as I visually nodded, to show I was ready.

I felt cold lube squirt onto my asshole, then a pressure pushing against me. I made a point to relax, and I felt the head of the dildo push inside. It was painful, and it hurt as she inched it further and further in. After a large amount was inside, she began to slowly pull it in and out, before increasing the speed. She was fucking me.

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Part 10 – Decadent Couplings

After discussing and analyzing the raunchy sex we had just performed, Maria said that she was dying to get a taste of Sandy. She said, “Come to Mama!” In her sexy Porto Rican accent, while patting the bed next to her, and pushing James away.

I could tell that Sandy was nervous, for she hesitated and trembled a little.

Maria said, “Honey there is nothing to worry about, I am only going to eat you!” With that we all laughed and Sandy scooted over to Maria.

Maria grabbed Sandy’s head and pulled her toward her kissing her tenderly on the lips. Sandy did not pull away and Maria started kissing more passionately. I now saw Sandy open her mouth and stick her tongue into Maria’s mouth. By now Sandy was sitting on Maria’s lap being held tightly by her. She now started attacking Maria’s full lips sucking them into her mouth and giving them playful but lascivious nibbles.

I was proud of Sandy when she took the lead and pushed Maria over onto her back! She laid on top and attacked her mouth viciously! Sandy was squirming around like a worm on Maria and Maria was trying to pull her in tight by wrapping her legs around her. I loved seeing the contrasting white and olive colored skin.

I was surprised that Sandy had shown some assertiveness however Maria quickly affirmed her dominance by rolling over and pinning Sandy under her. Sandy just moaned deeply when Maria started working over her nipples with her mouth. She then proceeded south and reached Sandy’s trimmed snatch.

Maria attacked her gash with gusto. She soon raised her head and said, “My, this trimmed bush gives easy access!” She looked at me and said, “You are one hell of a cleaner! I can’t even get a hint of a taste of James’s goo in here. It is just one hundred percent pure sweet pussy!”

With that she dived back down and continued to ravish Sandy’s pussy until she palpitated in throes of ecstasy.

When Sandy calmed down she told Maria, “Please let me return the favor.”

Maria replied, “My pleasure honey!” “But I still want more of your sweet stuff!” And, with that she turned around plopping her pussy over Sandy’s mouth. The girls were now in a truly awesome sixty nine position and set to work upon each other with a contagious intensity.

The last thing I noticed before diving back down on James was Sandy wrapping here arms around Maria’s waist so that she could pull herself erdemli escort in with more force! I started sucking on James’s cock right away since he was hard from watching the girl’s show. James told me that he wanted to also sixty nine so I laid down on my back next to Sandy and he climbed on top of me feeding me his dick.

This was the first time that I sixty-nined with another man. It was curious that we seemed to adjust to the pace and intensity of each other’s sucking! It was also a new feeling having an upside down dick in my mouth. From this new upside down angle I could only give James good friction by using my lips or the entrance of my throat. I did both. I would do multiple bobs on just his cockhead making sure that my lips gave plenty of friction to his ridge. I would also take his cock all the way in feeling the head squeeze in and out of my gullet.

James and I both looked over when we heard Maria yelling, “That’s it girl.” “Suck hard!” “I’m going to cum all over your pretty face!” Together the girls started convulsing and I knew that we were witnesses to a very special moment. When Maria climbed off of Sandy her hair was all sticky and plastered to the sides of her head!

As the girls were calming down, James removed his head from my cock and said, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t clean your load before.” “I was snowballed once before and almost puked from the taste.” “I just can’t bring myself to trying it again.”

I told him, “I don’t mind.” “I will be able to enjoy twice the amount!” He asked if I really enjoyed eating cum? When I replied that I loved it he smiled and said, “Well let’s get started on making you another load!”

By now the girls were just laying on the bed hugging and tenderly petting each other. It was now that James told me his plan. He wanted to fuck Sandy doggy style while I lay on my back with my face under her pussy so that I could get his load immediately after his release. I readily agreed and we told the plan to the girls.

They were all for it with one improvement. Maria didn’t want to be left out of the action so she proposed riding my unused dick at the same time! I was in love with the plan and we quickly engineered ourselves into the correct positions. At first I just looked at James’s dick sliding in and out of Sandy’s pussy. It was a sight to behold how the lips would stick onto the shaft and be pulled way fatsa escort down before snapping back into place. Then on the in stroke they would be squashed upward so the whole process could begin anew. I could now understand why the cunt lips always looked so abused after a good pounding. At the same time I appreciated the glistening of James’s cock on every outstroke.

Maria was riding away on my shaft like a wild woman. I was in no danger of cumming though because I was so occupied with all that was happening right above my face! James’s balls kept swinging back and forth and hitting me in the face. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind my head so that I could get at those nice balls without straining my neck. I got one of them in my mouth and closed my lips around it sucking it in. I could feel it almost being pulled out every time James thrust! James loved it and after a minute I grabbed his other nut in my mouth. I swabbed it all over with my tongue but it popped out on a really vigorous thrust.

I looked up and could see white froth on Sandy’s cunt lips. I raised my head and licked it up! I really missed James’s nuts so I raised my head and with the help of my hand was able to get both of them into my mouth! I sucked on them and kept them trapped behind my partially closed teeth so that they could not get away. This probably restricted James’s thrusts some for he went deep inside Sandy and just ground around a little without the big out strokes. I was content to be sucking his nuts while Maria was vigorously riding away. In addition to all of this visual stimulation, the smell coming from this pounding that was so close to my face, was making me high!

Sandy started shaking hard when she came. This must have put James over the edge because he grunted and pushed really hard almost ripping his ball out of my mouth. I am sure that this pulling of his nuts contributed to the huge orgasm that he had. He pulled out of Sandy and kept repeating, “Damn, that was good!” I had planted my wide open mouth on Sandy’s gaping, open pussy and just sucked and munched for all I was worth. The gooey mix of their fuck juices quickly flooded my mouth and I savored my reward.

James had been tapping on Sandy’s shoulder to show that he wanted in on the action too. When I smacked my lips in contentment she got off my face. I was very happy when James climbed over my face and fed me finike escort his very slimy, shrinking cock. I cleaned it off lovingly and continued to suck on it but he pulled out saying that it was too sensitive.

All I had left now was Maria riding away on my cock. Since everyone had gotten off of my face Maria laid down and we started making out in addition to fucking. I now had access to her ass cheeks so I grabbed them and fondled them firmly while spreading them apart. Boy they felt good.

I was mashed between the mattress and Maria’s pleasingly plump body. Her tits and stomach pressed into me and I felt so secure and sheltered from the world.

Meanwhile James had put his hand behind her and was rubbing up and down her parted cheeks. I felt his hand enter her pussy alongside my dick and then I could feel it as he inserted it into her ass. This drove Maria wild and she started grinding down into me much harder. I was in sensory overload and pumped my second load into her swampy snatch. Maria now clenched her legs and ass cheeks together with an astounding force and came. She was not quiet about it either!

Maria laid on me, luxuriously smothering me for a couple of minutes before asking James, “Do you want to try and redeem your earlier short coming?”

He replied, “I would rather not.”

With that she jumped up and planted her crotch right on my mouth. I did not say anything but I was very pleased that James had a problem ingesting cum! Once again I performed the pleasurable task of cleaning a well fucked cunt! There was not a huge amount of cream to clean this time but the odor was so heady! I did manage to get some nice globs savoring their taste and stickiness for as long as I could before swallowing them down.

Meanwhile Sandy had engulfed my dick cleaning me thoroughly. I was disappointed that I would not be able to scrape the slime off and enjoy it myself. However I was proud of her for doing it because she had never cleaned my dick after fucking before. Meanwhile I had moved up to Maria’s asshole which had some taste of her juice on it from James’s fingering. I told her that next time I wanted to pay more homage to her deserving ass.

Maria sighed contentedly and said, “You bet, sweetheart!” as she got off my face.

Sandy climbed on top of me and gave me a deep kiss. She said, “I had a wonderful time and want a repeat just as soon as we can all meet up again!”

We all agreed. I now suggested that James and Maria shower before going home. I told them they were welcome to more drinks but they were already headed to the shower. Sandy and I laid on the bed holding each other and I knew that I was a lucky man!

To be continued . . .

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Cassie and Eric were friends. They had sex, and he gave head better than anyone else she knew, but friends were all they would ever be. As a couple they would never work.

They were very different people. Eric was neat, a morning person, and liked peace and quiet, and Cassie was none of those things, and had never been able to become someone else just to make a relationship work. They had talked once, when they were both drunk, about being more than fuck-buddies, and Eric had said he couldn’t change, and he didn’t want Cassie to try and change, and why bother, anyway, when what they had worked well. And Cassie agreed with all of that.

Instead they just had sex.

They never fought. They never let each other down, and never had to deal with the complications of another person’s expectations. They had sex every week or two, and spent time together when they weren’t naked, and it was one of the most stable, normal relationships Cassie had ever had, because it wasn’t one.

They talked occasionally about doing something kinky, about how their arrangement was the perfect opportunity to try something new without judgment or jealousy. They’d talked about threeways, but never seriously enough to try and make one happen. Eric had tied Cassie up and spanked her, but neither of them had really enjoyed doing either. Cassie had other fantasies, and she assumed Eric did too, and she planned to sit down one day and ask what they should try. But it never quite happened. Because with Eric she got a lot of really good oral sex, and she was satisfied with that, and so mostly she forgot to ask.

Then one day she saw Eric’s computer.

*

It was after sex. Cassie was still sweaty and hot and breathing hard, but she decided she’d better see what was happening at work. She had slipped away a couple of hours early and she wasn’t sure if anyone had noticed.

Eric’s computer was on the floor beside the bed. He was in the kitchen, getting water.

“Can I check my email?” Cassie shouted.

He shouted something back she couldn’t hear properly.

She picked the computer up, turned it on, and stopped, staring at the screen.

A dirty photo. A woman on her knees, a man at each end of her. One cock in her mouth, one in her pussy. A lot more men standing around watching. A crowd.

“I said hold on,” Eric said from the doorway.

“Yeah,” Cassie said. “I can kind of see why.”

He came over and handed her a glass. He didn’t seem that embarrassed, more just wondering how she’d react. She was wondering that herself. She sipped water, poked at the keyboard, made the photos go past one after another. More of the same orgy. More ways for several men to fuck one woman.

“You like this?” Cassie said.

He shrugged and sat down.

“You like it enough you need to look at it, right before I come over?”

Another shrug.

“Are you thinking about me like that, while we fuck?” she said.

He didn’t answer, so this time she waited. She sat still, looked at him, and waited.

“Actually, yeah,” he said, after a while.

“Which one are you? In your head?”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“Which one?”

“Behind you.”

She grinned. Of course he was. He always seemed to end up behind her. She pressed at the arrow key and looked at a few more photos.

“It looks kind of crowded,” Cassie said. “And maybe sticky.” She looked at the photos and couldn’t decide if she was turned on or horrified.

“A bit, I suppose.”

“Have you ever done that?”

He didn’t answer.

“I don’t care,” she said. “Fuck-buddy. It’s not problem for me, really. I’m just interested.”

“A few times, yeah.”

Cassie looked up. She’d expected no, or perhaps a threeway, once, that time in college when everyone was drunk.

“A few times?” she said,

“I have some friends,” he said, then stopped.

“Some friends?” Cassie said. She looked at the screen, at the men’s faces. She looked carefully, went back a few photos, looking for a wider-angle picture of all the men, including him.

There wasn’t one, but she was fairly sure that was what he’d meant.

“This isn’t off the internet, is it?” she said.

“No.”

“You were there? While these were being taken?”

He nodded.

“Oh,” she said. “Shit.” She wasn’t quite sure what to think. Perhaps that she shouldn’t let him fuck her without a condom any more.

She didn’t want to look at Eric. She sat there and looked at the photos instead.

Despite herself, she thought the pictures were kind of hot. There was something about one woman and all those men. All that attention, and all those hands and mouths and tongues on her, and not having to worry about getting herself off before one man had finished. Presumably. She’d never admitted it to anyone, but she’d always had a little fantasy about this kind of thing. Not a full-on fantasy, but daydreaming, sometimes. She always paid a little more attention if it turned up in porn.

She went backwards and forwards, and looked at a few more photos, carefully, but couldn’t efeler escort find Eric’s face. She thought she recognized his cock, although she wasn’t sure.

Suddenly she started wondering what it would be like to be the woman in the photos.

Busy, she thought. Hot. But very much having her needs looked after. It was stupid to try and act out fantasies, though. Everyone knew that. And this really was a lot of men.

“Have you ever thought about it?” Eric said suddenly. “Doing something like that?”

As if he could read her mind. Cassie wasn’t sure she liked that. She didn’t look up. “Why would you ask that?” she said.

“You’re still looking.”

Which was true.

She sat there for a moment, and thought that she had nothing to lose. She didn’t love Eric, they were just friends, and they had always said they wanted to do something really kinky together. Something so kinky it didn’t matter what the other person thought afterwards, because losing Eric as a sex partner hopefully wouldn’t also mean losing him as a friend.

“Maybe,” she said. “What about it?”

Eric seemed to be thinking that over.

“Oh fuck off,” Cassie said. “Everyone thinks about things. I’m just owning up.”

“Would you want to?” Eric said. “That, particularly?”

Cassie thought. It was stupid to try and act out your fantasies. Everyone knew that.

“I don’t want to do this,” she said. “Not like this. I’d want an orgy, not a gangbang.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Touching and stroking. Caring about me. Not just being pounded raw.”

“It isn’t like that.”

Cassie looked. The woman kneeling. Men behind her. Men in her mouth. “Yeah,” she said. “It doesn’t look like it at all.”

“Katie, the woman there, she wouldn’t let things get like that.”

“Yeah, but…” Cassie sat there for a moment. “I ought to say no. I ought to say no fucking way and get out of my life.”

“But you aren’t saying that.”

“No,” Cassie said. “I suppose I’m not.”

“You suppose?”

Cassie shrugged.

Eric kept looking at her. “You aren’t sure?”

Cassie leaned over and put the laptop down on the floor. “No, I’m not sure. Want to go again?”

“In a sec. How interested are you?”

“How interested are you in seeing me like that?” she said. “With a lot of men. Like her?”

“Do you want to?”

“I asked first.”

“Don’t,” Eric said. “Stop avoiding the question.”

Cassie sat there for a while. “Yeah,” she said. “I might be interested.”

“I might be too. How interested?”

“I don’t know,” Cassie said. “But as a start, if I was there, I could watch and see how it was for her. I’d be very interested in that.”

“You could,” Eric said.

Cassie looked at him.

“If you wanted to,” Eric said. “No-one else would mind. You could watch any time you like.”

“Okay,” Cassie said, uncertain. “Maybe.”

Eric seemed to be waiting, like she had to decide right then.

She almost told him no, and leave her alone. Then she decided she did actually want to watch. She wanted to watch, like he was suggesting, and even maybe join in.

“Yes,” Cassie said. “All right. I want to.”

Eric grinned.

“And right now,” Cassie said. “This exact second, I want to fuck again too.”

“I might need a minute.”

“Yeah right,” she said, and leaned over and sucked his cock until he was ready. Sucked, and thought about the photos on his computer, and all the other photos, and what this woman Katie had done in them.

*

Eric told Cassie he had made the arrangements for her to visit his orgy, and Cassie was quite surprised he actually had. Even though he’d said he would, and even though they’d talked about the whole thing completely calmly, like her being there wasn’t odd at all.

“You mean it?” she said, when he told her.

“Yeah,” he said, as if surprised. “But only if you want to.”

“You really organized this?”

He just looked at her.

“And I just watch?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t have to join in?”

“Of course not.”

“Then shit. Let’s go.”

She wondered what to wear to watch other people having sex. Wondered, then decided not to care. Since she would just be watching, and they probably wouldn’t be wearing anything at all.

And if they were all men, they probably wouldn’t notice her anyway.

They were going after work, so work clothes would probably do.

*

There was a house, out in the suburbs, full of people.

It seemed like a normal house, in a normal suburb, where there was a small party happening There were cars in the street, and the outside lights were on, and when the front door opened there were people standing around an open-plan front room, all looking at Cassie and Eric. Smiling and saying hi.

It was almost normal, Cassie thought.

Everyone had their clothes on. Everyone was just talking to each other. Except for most of the people in the room being men, there wasn’t anything unusual to see at all.

A woman came over, and elbistan escort said she was Katie. Katie shook Cassie’s hand, and Cassie said hi, and thanks for letting her be there. That was surprisingly normal too, meeting a woman Cassie knew was about to fuck everyone in the room.

Katie seemed incredibly normal. Cassie couldn’t quite get her mind around that. Katie looked like people Cassie knew, and acted like people Cassie knew. Katie just liked to have groups of men over to her house for orgies.

Cassie and Eric stood near the door, and Cassie looked around. She tried to relax, to make herself not giggle.

There were five men besides Eric. All were fairly hot, which made Cassie think Katie was keeping to some kind of standard. Cassie thought she recognized one other man, someone Eric worked with, from a time she’d been to Eric’s work drinks. The others all seemed to know each other, like they’d all done this before, which Cassie supposed wasn’t surprising since they probably had.

Eric stayed near Cassie, as if keeping an eye on her. Or being possessive, Cassie thought. She wasn’t sure. Some of the men came over and said hello to Eric, and he introduced her. The men said hi to Cassie, but no-one talked to her much beyond that. They talked to Eric, and smiled at Cassie, like they were trying to be welcoming, without scaring her off.

They all seemed to know why she was there without needing to ask, and she was grateful for that. She wasn’t she could have stood some weird conversation where someone asked if she was new, and Eric said she just wanted to watch.

It was like waiting for an event to start, Cassie decided. Standing outside a theatre or sports ground.

She stood and smiled back at men, and waited. They all seemed to know when they’d be ready to start, but weren’t ready yet.

After a while she realized why.

There was a bathroom across the hall. The men took turns going in there, and showering, and came back out wearing towels.

Cassie moved sideways a little, and could see into the bathroom fairly well. She watched one man get out of the shower and dry himself and come back towards her.

He saw her watching. “Hey,” he said. “I’m Craig.”

Craig had a nice smile. He had a really nice smile, like she’d be into him a lot if they’d just met anywhere else.

She smiled back, and thought about how she was here to watch seven strangers have sex, and how instead of that she was noticing Craig’s smile.

“Hi,” she said. She glanced at Eric, unsure what to say, or if she should even be speaking.

“What do you think?” Craig said to Cassie, and that was out of place enough she wanted to laugh.

“Yeah,” she said. “It seems, um…”

She realized she had no idea what to say. Sexy? Organized? Like she might want to join in? Like a sports bar full of towels?

“It’s fine,” Eric said, saving her. “Tell us later.”

Craig stood there for a moment, then smiled again and said he’d see Cassie later, and went off across the room towards Katie.

Cassie stood there, and still wasn’t sure what she ought to have said.

“Don’t worry,” Eric said. “It’s a bit weird at first, that’s all.”

Cassie nodded, grateful.

Katie was sitting across the room, on the arm of the couch, talking to one of the other men. He had his hand on her leg, and was stroking it gently, and she was laughing at what he said.

The men stood around her, talking to each other. They were all looking at Katie, paying attention to her. They all talked to her, and listened her, and she was kissing them sometimes, and laughed a lot. Flirting, but not quite.

There was more kissing as Cassie watched. Soon Katie had kissed all the men near her, for a little while each, her mouth open, her hands on their bodies.

Katie stood up, and came over, and kissed Eric for a while too, while Cassie stood and watched. Watched, a little uncomfortably, telling herself she didn’t own Eric, and shouldn’t be jealous. She was pleased to realize she wasn’t.

Cassie decided that she might enjoy this. Not the watching, especially. She didn’t know if watching was going to turn her on very much. This was about seeing what happened, and what Katie did, and deciding if Cassie wanted to join in.

Cassie thought she might.

“We should start,” Katie said after a while.

*

There was a spare bedroom down the hall, empty except for a bed and a chair. Everyone went in there. Katie took off her dress, and had nothing on underneath, and the men took off their towels. Eric too. He had stayed near Cassie, and hadn’t changed out of his clothes, but now he undressed.

Cassie was in a room full of cocks. There was a naked woman too, but she hardly noticed that. There were six penises around her, most of them hard, all of them just there. It was a little overwhelming.

Some of the men were holding their cocks. Some were looking at Katie, already horny. Craig grinned at Cassie, and despite herself, Cassie glanced down.

Craig had a nice cock. He had a nice erciş escort chest. He had a really nice ass, when he turned slightly towards Katie.

“That’s for you,” Katie said to Cassie, and pointed to the chair.

Cassie nodded, and sat down.

Katie slid onto the bed, and some of the men got on with her. Eric seem to hang back a little, and glanced over at Cassie. She smiled.

Katie started having sex. There was a queue to fuck her, and it seemed like another queue to reach her mouth, and there was a crowd around her, waiting, touching her. There was a lot more caressing and kissing than Cassie expected. It wasn’t just Katie being fucked by one man after another, it was almost tender, as if they were all friends. That was familiar, Cassie realized. It was like when she and Eric were together. The men touched Katie, and kissed her, and stroked where they could reach, and even though Katie had different men in different parts of her most of the time, it seemed undemanding. As if it was for her as for the men. Katie was being kissed, and getting head as well as giving it, and they all stopped and started as Katie pushed men away and pulled others close, and they all took turns as she wanted to.

Cassie tried to keep an eye on Eric, but lost track of him among all the limbs. She found Craig, and watched him kissing Katie’s shoulder. He seemed unable to reach more from where he was standing.

It was sexy. Katie and all those naked, writhing men. Cassie was getting turned on. More than she’d thought she would just from watching.

She watched Katie fuck. Watched Katie turned around, and get eaten out, and blow men Cassie didn’t know. She was concentrating on Katie, Cassie realized. There were five naked men she didn’t know in the room but they were oddly background. As they blended together, and became something merged, and Katie was what actually mattered here.

Cassie liked that. She liked the idea of that being her, of being that much the center of a whole room’s attention.

Cassie noticed Katie start blowing Eric, and decided she wanted to see that better. She pulled her chair closer, so she was almost beside the bed, and sat watching quietly.

Watching a cock that had so often been in her own mouth, inside someone else’s. That was an odd thought.

Eric must have noticed her move. He looked up, and said, “All okay?”

Cassie nodded. “Thank you. For this.”

“It’s fine. We’re all glad you’re here.”

Another man, not Craig, said, “Yes,” then, and a third smiled.

And they were talking over a fourth man’s back, while he went down on Katie. They were talking in the middle of an orgy, and no-one seemed to mind.

That was odd, too, Cassie thought. As if the whole thing ought to be more earnest.

It wasn’t, though. It was fun. Katie was having fun, and the men were having fun, and Cassie was the most serious one in the room.

Cassie got up and sat on the edge of the bed next to Eric.

Katie looked up, and smiled at Cassie. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Cassie said back.

Then Katie was gone again, lost behind a tangle of men, distracted by what she was doing.

Cassie sat on the edge of the bed, while people had sex. While men knelt behind Katie, and put themselves inside her, and Katie’s face drifted into sex expressions, and she forgot to blow Eric, and people stroked her back and arms.

It seemed organized. Like they’d done this before enough to know what to expect from each other. The men took turns, got out of each other’s way without arguing, and seemed to touch each other on the shoulder to say they wanted a turn. Some of them gave Katie head, and some of them fucked her, and Cassie couldn’t decide if it was just evolving or there was some kind of plan.

One of the men went down on Katie for a while, while Cassie watched. And watching someone else get her pussy licked turned Cassie on, a lot, as it turned out. She’d never realized it would, quite this much.

She was imagining herself being where Katie was, she realized, and she wasn’t sure what to make of that.

The next time one of the men went down on Katie, Cassie leaned forward, so she could see his mouth better. He noticed, and moved slightly. Lifted his head so Cassie could see more easily.

Cassie watched. She was a little breathless, and horny. It was all was far sexier than she’d thought it would be.

The man licking Katie moved, and another man put his cock inside her.

Cassie sat back in the chair and watched Eric again. Katie was still sucking him. Watching Katie’s mouth Eric’s cock was interesting, for a few minutes, but watching his face was really hot.

Cassie had seen his sex faces before, but this was different. He was concentrating more, she decided. As if during sex he always held a little back, thinking about what he was doing to her. Now he wasn’t worrying about anything except Katie’s mouth, and he was completely focused on what he was feeling. She could watch him now, without distractions, and she liked that.

She was wondering what it would be like to be Katie right now. She wasn’t watching Katie get fucked, so much as imagining herself where Katie was.

Cassie thought she could do this. She actually thought she was interested.

She tried to decide how much she wanted to join in. She thought about it, and decided to do something.

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The Gathering

Dutch & Rosa’s Trip to the Doctor’s

After work, Dutch drove to Dr. Lamouerux’s office where he found Rosa waiting for him.

“I didn’t go inside,” she said taking his arm. “I thought it would be better if we went in together, since you know her so well already.”

They went inside the building and headed directly to the doctor’s office, which was locked.

“No problem,” Dutch told Rosa, “I’ve got a key.”

“That’s interesting,” she said wondering just how long he had been screwing the nice doctor.

“I should explain,” he said anticipating her question. “I helped her move in, this is her new office. I never returned the key she gave me.”

They entered the reception area and Rosa looked around. She was impressed with the decorations. ‘She has good taste or knows someone who does,’ she thought.

Dutch thought he heard sounds coming from the examining room. His brow furrowed in concentration trying to determine what it was he heard. Then he moved closer to the door. Someone was moaning and groaning. Someone, probably Sharon was really going at it. He felt Rosa move in beside him listening too.

Suddenly the voices grew louder and clearer. “Oh yes you dirty fucker, right there, do it again! OH GOD, fuck me harder! Come on, harder you bastard!”

“Is that the doctor?” Rosa whispered, trying not to laugh out loud. He grinned back at her and squeezed her hand.

“Shall we peek in on them?” Dutch was now behind Rosa, pressing his erection against her ass.

She wriggled her butt back at him and purred softly when he gripped her right nipple with a thumb and trigger finger and applied pressure.

“Most definitely,” she whispered. “I want to see her operating first hand.”

Quietly he put the key into the lock and turned it. The door opened and they peeked into the examining room. Dr. Sharon Lamouerux was leaning over her desk, bracing herself with one hand while the other spread her ass apart as her breasts flounced wildly about from the force of a tall brown man’s cock slamming in and out of her ass. Rosa’s eyes were riveted on his large balls as they slapped against the doctor’s labia with each thrust into her ass.

Dutch looked on with an almost clinical interest as the brown skinned man’s outsized hands reached for her hips and pulled her ass back to meet his stabbing prick. He caught a glimpse of a Navy tattoo on the muscle of his left arm and realized he knew the guy; an X-ray technician from down the hall.

The fornicating couple was still unaware of their presence. And Dutch, his erection probing the cleft between Rosa’s ass cheeks shoved her into the examining room ahead of him.

The technician’s hand reached out and grabbed a juggling tit and yanked on the doctor’s extended nipple.

Sharon moaned and then blurted out, “Christ, Timmy I’m there! Faster, please hump me faster!”

He released her breast and while gripping her hip with one hand, used the other to rub her clit, and then he pounded furiously into her gaping hole.

Rosa shed her skirt and rolled her panties to her thighs as Dutch yanked her black blouse up over her breasts. He kissed her passionately, cupping her left breast with one hand and covering her pussy with the other. The kiss ended as he sank a finger into Rosa’s moist cunt. Rosa took a quick look at the other couple and almost came herself on seeing the juices gushing from Sharon’s cunt, running down her thighs and forming a puddle on the floor. (Pictures are available on request. Just state the chapter(s) desired.)

“God! Oh, God! I’m cummin’!” Sharon moaned.

Dutch had his mouth over a breast and had added a second finger into Rosa. And Rosa, weakened by what was transpiring, felt her knees buckle. Only Dutch’s presence of mind kept her from collapsing to the floor.

“Me too!” the technician bellowed, “Look!” And he pulled out of the doctor and came in her face.

Rosa’s left hand now covered her lover’s as it fingered her pussy. Dutch nonchalantly removed his dick from his slacks.

Meanwhile the technician reinserted his semi-erect prick into the doctor’s cunt and caused her to come once more. Timmy’s jizm slowly cascaded from her left lens down onto her cheek. Other than blinking furiously for a moment or two, Sharon ignored it, choosing to revel in her lingering orgasm. After another minute or so Timmy’s flaccid cock flopped out and she moaned at the loss.

“Got time to do me again Timmy?” She pleaded, still oblivious to the presence of the couple standing only six feet from her as she began cleaning her glasses of his sperm.

“A little later doc,” he said, “I gotta get back to work, but I can be back in an hour or so,” Timmy said adjusting himself after tucking his well used meat back into his pants.

“Ciao until then, baby,” she said and put on her glasses then turned to kiss him and then both of them noticed Dutch and Rosa. Timmy reacted first. “What the fuck, who are you?” he said menacingly. He balled his fists as he glanced from Dutch and his prominent hardon to Rosa who stood almost nude demre escort and still had one of Dutch’s fingers in her pussy.

“Oh, shit!” Sharon cried out. “No Timmy, I know them. We must have gone on past their appointment,” as she spoke she shimmied into her smock, but only half-buttoned it. Wondering why she even bothered doing so. In the final analysis she determined it was due to her trying to retain a modicum of professionalism. She took her cum streaked glasses off, and put them back on.

“Christ, I’m blind as a bat,” she giggled and wiped them clean on her smock. Both Timmy and Dutch relaxed. Rosa used the opportunity to assess Sharon’s figure and gave her a ten, the highest on the measurement scale.

“Dutch . . . err,” she nodded to Rosa, and giving her well developed torso the once over as only a woman can do. “I’m sorry, we haven’t met.”

“We have now,” Rosa said, smiling and giving her pelvis a faint thrust forward toward Sharon who smiled at her.

“I’m Rosa,” she said calmly, groaning inwardly at the loss of Dutch’s finger which he was now studying. Apparently thinking nothing of how she must appear to this strange woman, Sharon extended her hand to Rosa who accepted it and shook hands while blatantly staring at Sharon’s breasts, which were almost entirely exposed, wondering if the doctor was bi-sexual.

Sharon took her time in appraising Rosa, then turned to give Timmy a hug and a wet kiss. After a curt nod in Dutch’s direction, Timmy left them to return to work.

“He gave you quite a workout Doc,” Dutch said as a wide grin crossed his face. In response Sharon raised her left leg and placed it on the desk with the skill only a dancer or former dancer could manage providing both Dutch and Rosa with a perfect view of her cunt. The few pubic hairs she had adorning her mons glistened with the body fluids of her recent coupling with Timmy.

“Want a taste Dutch?”

“Perhaps a little later, right now I’d like you to taste, I mean test my girl. You know the usual stuff.”

“Of course, Dutch if you’ll wait outside we’ll do it right now.”

Rosa was surprised but pleased. Dutch sauntered out into the reception area shaking his head at the sudden change. One minute the doctor was fucking a guy in front of them and he had stripped Rosa, in fact was reaming her pussy with his fingers and now the women wanted privacy. ‘Go figure,’ he thought and then wondered where the receptionist was. Checking his watch he concluded she was having an early lunch.

The doctor already had Rosa’s feet in the stirrups and was peering into her vagina with professional aplomb. “You have sexual intercourse quite often I see.”

“Yeah, Dutch sure keeps life interesting,” Rosa responded, hiding a smile the doctor couldn’t see. Sharon finished examining Rosa’s vagina, but kept a finger inside her. “Does this bother you?”

“No, I find it very pleasant.”

Inserting a second finger, the doctor asked, “And this, does this bother you?” With a Cheshire grin on her face, Rosa answered, “Oh, no doctor it feels great.”

“Want more?”

A peal of laughter that reached Dutch’s ears in the adjoining room, burst from Rosa’s throat. “Sure, doctor, keep ’em coming.” A third and then a fourth finger were quickly inserted and Rosa flushed as she felt the heat building within her loins.

“You do nice work Doc.”

“Getting close?” Sharon inquired with more than professional interest this time as she increased the tempo of her thrusts into Rosa’s cunt. “Ummm,” Rosa murmured as she lay back in the special chair, legs spayed wide apart, her cunt open to the world. “Dutch wouldn’t mind seeing this.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Sharon said and called out, “Dutch? Can you come in here for a moment?” Smiling with satisfaction, the doctor waited for him to enter and adjust to the scene before him.

“My God!” Dutch exclaimed on seeing Rosa spread out before him and on noting Sharon’s fingers thrusting in and out of Rosa’s well lubed pussy; the hardon he already had roared in his brain.

“I bet that’s not a pipe in your pocket,” Sharon giggled and lubing the middle finger of her free hand, jabbed it into Rosa’s ass. Rosa screamed out as she climaxed. Sharon continued using alternate thrusts, right hand fingers into Rosa’s cunt, left middle finger up her ass. Rosa continued to come, totally exposed to Dutch’s eyes.

“Some days it just plain fun being a doctor,” Sharon giggled as Rosa came again. Dutch had lowered his pants and was stroking his hardon. “Save that for me baby,” Sharon said. “But first I need to draw some blood from this darling girl you’ve brought in. Reaching into the nearby drawer she extracted the necessary implements and quickly took a sample of Rosa’s blood. Rosa, coming down from her orgasm, felt nothing of the needle.

“There,” she said carefully labeling the tube filled with Rosa’s blood, “I bet you didn’t feel a thing.” Rosa beamed at the doctor. “Oh I felt plenty, but if you’re talking about that damn needle, no I never felt it.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t sample your pussy today, derince escort Rosa, but as soon as I get the reports back… which should be tomorrow, we can explore Sapphic delights at our leisure.”

“Do I have to wait until tomorrow?” Dutch asked with a leer and peeled off the last of his clothing.

“Not unless Rosa objects.”

Both turned to her and asked, Rosa?”

“Be my guest, Doctor.”

“Please, don’t be so formal. Call me Sharon.”

“Okay, Sharon it is. Fuck him, suck him, but don’t put him away wet.”

They all laughed at that, and Dutch pulled her nude form against him, sending his tongue deep into her willing and hungry mouth.

“Dutch!” Sharon screeched, “Please … go easy!” He whirled Sharon around until she faced the desk and bent her forward.

“A repeat performance,” Rosa laughed as she slowly dismounted from the stirrups and placed her feet on the floor. His hardon trembled like a steel bar being fine tuned. “I’m gonna fill your ass this time little girl.”

Sharon surprised Rosa with her response. She purred and said, “Just do it to me honey, I love that big ole fat piece of meat in any hole.”

“First I’ll use your pussy to lube me up,” he said.

“Oh, baby let me suck it a little first,” she replied, almost tearing off her clothes until she was clad in only her white thigh highs.

He laughed delightedly as his prick slid down her throat. He glanced at Rosa to see how she was taking this and saw she was already caressing a breast as she watched intently. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations of the good doctor’s expertise. Gradually he opened his eyes and saw Rosa languidly masturbating while watching the two of them through hazy, half-closed eyelids. Hardly grunting with effort, he hoisted Sharon up in his arms and carried her to the examing table and sat her down.

“What now, superman?” she asked delighting in his strength and expecting to see an even better example of it very soon.

“Grab your legs by the knees and lift them up,” he said tersely, his prick quivering with excitement at having two women in heat like this. The doctor complied and he drove his thick prick deeply into her.

“Ooof!” She gasped, as his thrust forced most of the air from her lungs. Dutch leveraged his hips and pounded into her with a fury, not caring if he came before she did.

“SHIT! FUCK ME BABY! FUCK MY CUNT!” Sharon bellowed.

Easing his thick cock from her slimy vagina, he carefully rubbed the slick head of his cock all over her pinkish rosebud. “Spread your cheeks you horny slut!” Dutch snarled. He was close to coming and desperately wanted to have fucked her in all three holes while Rosa looked on.

Sharon eagerly complied, spreading them as wide apart as she could. He was stunned to hear Rosa say, “Let me help.”

“What did you have in mind? he asked, holding his mammoth erection in his right hand.

“I wanna open her up. I’ll use my finger.”

“Okay, but put a glove on,” Sharon said, turning toward the dark haired Rosa. Reaching into the glove box on the counter, Rosa quickly donned a glove and, probing Sharon’s juicy pussy, lubed it and returned the favor, ramming a finger up her ass.

“Revenge is sweet, huh?” Sharon laughed, obviously she had accepted Rosa’s finger with ease.

“You bet it is,” Rosa laughed. “Fuck her good, loverman.” And she stepped away as he took aim and pushed his cock head into her tight ass ring, and ignoring the good doctor’s moan of protest, kept forcing it in until he was in two inches. Then he waited until she was relaxed enough to accept more. He did pull out to add additional lubricant and after doing so found Sharon was able to accept him much easier.

Soon her ass was sucking on his cock, due in part to the fact that Rosa was applying three gloved fingers to her pussy, churning away as if trying to make butter from all the juice now flowing from Sharon’s cunt and down her legs.

Sharon came three or four times before Dutch was ready to unload. He asked her how she met Timmy, hoping the conversation would delay his orgasm.

“Same as you . . . oh, God . . . there! Yes right there! He came in for an exam and had the nicest cock . . .” Dutch increased his pace, not caring if she finished telling him about Timmy. He was ready to explode. He realized both women were talking at the same time and strained to hear them.

Sharon: “God, Dutch . . . you can hit my womb with that thick fucker of yours!”

Rosa hornier than ever, exhorted Dutch to, “Come in my mouth Baby . . . Please come in my mouth!”

Touched by her plea, Dutch compelled himself to hold off from coming. He ran his index finger across her teeth and listened as Rosa moaned. He touched her tongue and when she made a face, kissed her while holding back. His prick still lodged in Sharon’s ass, but not moving, throbbed incessantly. Sharon, fully sated for the moment, relaxed across the desk, lost in a haze of lust.

Dutch discovered that he couldn’t kiss Rosa hard enough. His hand drifted down to her cunt and didim escort then back to her mouth, she absorbed his finger. He grunted and she realized he was about to come just as he pulled away from Sharon to offer his prick to Rosa’s anxious lips. She managed to take the head of his prick into her mouth just a split second before he spewed forth the most prodigious load of his life.

Rosa choked, causing a good amount of the sperm to cascade down her chin. Struggling to control her gag reflex, she managed to overcome the copious quantity of cum in her throat; swallowing some; then more as Dutch continued rubbing his molten cock against her lips. Sharon an active onlooker, pushed Dutch away and savagely kissed Rosa, savoring both her own taste and his on the other woman’s teeth and gums and then calmly licked her jizm clad face clean.

Rosa found herself white-hot with carnal heat and had another orgasm that included a primal quiver brought on by the long, lingering kiss.

Déjà vu!

Minutes later Dutch was hard again and mounted the insatiable Rosa after reseating her in the examining chair. As he fucked her methodically, Timmy returned to the office, took things in with a glance, and stripped before steering Sharon to her well used desk.

“Oh yes,” Sharon moaned, “That’s what I want, Timmy. I need you to fuck me bad. I need that cock of yours!”

Timmy wasted no time, moving behind her and grasping her by the calves, he raised her legs almost straight up in the air. Sharon had to lean back in order to maintain her precarious balance while gripping the edge of her desk with her hands.

The lithe technician still holding her ankles moved in front of her and looked down at her gaping cunt. Traces of his earlier deposit oozed from her slit. He placed his knob against her still moistened hole and thrust in and out until she squealed in delight from the sensation of his thick member gliding along the walls of her vagina.

“Gotta suck those tits,” he gasped, and leaned forward, almost causing Sharon to fall backward off the desk. Only a quick recovery on Timmy’s part saved the doctor from possible harm. Applying his weight he kept her both impaled on his prick and firmly on the desk.

Reluctant to change her position since it felt so well, she didn’t shift. Timmy slapped her ass and a somewhat truculent Doctor turned over for him. Timmy grasped her legs and raised them to her shoulders and slammed his prick in until it glanced against her womb. Sharon screamed delightedly and he leaned down and engulfed almost half of her breast in his mouth, first sucking, then licking and finally chewing the nipple vigorously.

Meanwhile Rosa was cajoling her man, “Dutch, why haven’t you kissed my pussy like you kissed Sharon’s?”

He didn’t hesitate. He slid to the floor and knelt in front of her. She pulled her legs up and placed them back in the stirrups. Highly aroused, he kissed his way along the inside of her thighs. On reaching her pussy, he flicked his tongue out and licked the end of her hard little clit. Rosa gasped despite herself, jerking uncontrollably every time his tongue touched her there.

He continued licking and sucking, feasting on her juices. Changing course he allowed a finger to sneak into her asshole.

“Oh Dutch, I love you soooo much!” she managed to pant, before losing her breath completely.

His mouth closed over her entire pussy, and as he sucked and licked and swallowed, his rogue finger made its way into her ass before backing out and beginning again in a slow, steady pumping motion. He fastened his lips around the tiny morsel that was her clit and sucked it; licking the end of it as his lips pulled away from it, causing Rosa to grab his head with both hands, pulling him hard against her pussy, as she let out a little shriek. She was coming!

***

Sharon, having milked Timmy dry with her kegels was now tickling his huge testes with one hand while the other was slowly sliding along his flaccid shaft, trying to restore some semblance of life to it. It wasn’t long before he gradually began to harden. Sharon pumped him quickly several times, intent on watching the juice seeping out of the slit in the tip. Apparently satisfied with his recovery rate, she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue tentatively touching the tip of her tongue to the end of his prick.

Oh, how she loved that taste! She couldn’t get enough of it; and she swiped her tongue over his corona, causing Timmy to groan with pure pleasure. Then to her surprise she discovered Dutch standing alongside her. Quickly she released Timmy and drew Dutch’s cock into her mouth, holding onto Timmy’s as if her life depended upon it.

‘Mmmmmm, I love my job,’ she thought, and turned back to Timmy’s prick, engulfing it half-way down her gullet.

Timmy’s hands reached out and held the doctor’s head in place. He didn’t force her in any one direction, but she understood his message and acted accordingly, absorbing more and more of him until the head of his prick brushed against the back of her throat. Sharon could tell she had little more than half of it in her mouth. Concentrating hard, she allowed the rest of his massive cock to slide down her throat and once again she felt the flush of triumph in deep-throating someone most woman would never dream of taking on. Then she eased him from her mouth until only the head remained.

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The envelope was with the daily mail, addressed to me with no return address. I opened the package and put the DVD into my laptop. I watched as one of my fantasies unfolded on the screen: me fucking my roommate, Elle. Elle is a friend from college days who is also recently divorced. She moved into my house several months ago.

I wanted her bad while we were in college, as I massaged the swim practice from her back muscles, occasionally touching the sides of her bulging breasts as she lie on the bed, too insecure to make a move and too naïve to know better. Now there it is, me fucking her in her bed. Fantasy apparently fulfilled, except I cannot find a memory of the event.

Elle comes home soon after I see the video. “I think we have a problem” she says. She shows me a disc labeled just like mine.

“I know” I say while I show her the screen.

“How and when did this fucking happen?” she asks me.

Privately, I would like to know so that we can do it again and I can remember it. I tell her that I have no clue about how, or when it happened, nor how it got recorded.

“God damn him!” she screams, “He fuckin’ hypnotized us when he was here last month. That is the only explanation.”

Her ex was getting into hypnotism big time when her marriage was falling apart, hoping to strike it rich on TV, or Vegas, but probably only You Tube. He had paid her a visit to chat about alimony and such. Obviously more such. Wonder how he got us both. And how the bastard got a camera in the house.

“We need to find the camera. It has to still be here.” I tell her. We check the camera angles and sure enough, we find a small camera among the stuff on her dresser. She threw it on the floor and smashed it with her foot. I envisioned his neck under her shoe.

After a quick online search, we found a hypnotist at the local college, and he takes us through a process to de-hypnotize the two of us. He assures us that we will not remember anything that happened while we were under. Yeah, go it!

A few weeks later, Elle tells me that her ex is going to be in town again, and that she has invited him over for dinner Saturday night. “I have plans for him,” she tells me. Friday after work she asks me to leave the house early the next afternoon and to return quietly at 9:00PM sharp. She needs to get him right where she wants him. I ask no questions. Redheads have mean streaks.

After wasting the day at local bookstores and the library, I quietly enter the house at 9PM. She comes down the stairs, naked breasts bouncing under her robe as she takes each step, and calls me upstairs with a wag of her finger. I willingly follow her barely covered ass up the stairs.

In her bedroom is her ex-husband, tied to a chair in the corner, naked, sporting a nice boner between legs that are tightly bound together at the thigh, knee and ankle. On the bed is another woman, who I do not know, and she is also naked.

Elle begins to speak to her ex. “Now that Joseph is here, I can tell you what I have planned for you tonight. First, we found someone to remove the spell, or whatever the fuck it was, that you put on us. So that shit is over. Tonight is all about revenge. And it starts with you watching your

fantasy, your now ex-mistress and ex-girlfriend, Mona, and I will entertain you boys.”

Seems he fucked her over as well. Asshole times two.

Elle asks me to sit on the other chair in her room as she takes her robe off, and tells me to be patient. “You are about to have an experience that will exceed any fantasy in that head of yours, my friend.”

“I don’t know about that, Elle. You have no idea how I have fantasized over the last few years” I respond as I take my seat, remaining dörtyol escort fully dressed.

She lies down next to Mona and the two begin to make out, kissing each other with open mouth kisses like they are long lost lovers. Hands soon find breasts with the caresses that only women know how to give. Elle soon begins to kiss and suck Mona’s firm nipples, drawing them into even firmer nubs of flesh. She kisses her way down Mona’s belly and down her right leg all the way to her foot where she begins a sensuous foot massage on the right foot, and then moves her hands to the left foot. She works up Mona’s calves to the inner knee, where she begins to intersperse soft kisses with her massage, kisses on one thigh with hands on the other and then she alternates sides. She spreads Mona’s legs apart as she works her way toward her womanhood, which, like Elle’s is devoid of pubic hair.

As her lips find the most sensitive parts of Mona’s anatomy, I rise and begin to take off my clothes, because I have the hard-on of my life, and want to be ready when the ladies want me. Elle hears me moving, and flashes me the wanton smile of a woman who knows she is going to have a wonderful time.

She goes back to the pussy in front of her, pulling the lips apart so that she can taste the nectar that is Mona’s. As Mona begins to moan more intently, she caresses her own breasts and begins to pinch her nipples, adding to the oral stimulation between her legs. Elle adds two fingers to the moist slot she is working into a frenzy, and begins to massage the top inner wall of Mona’s vagina while kissing and sucking her clit. Two deep breaths from Mona and she loses it, squeezing her nipples and arching off the bed as Elle takes her to and over the summit of an orgasm. Elle keeps her mouth attached to that smoldering pussy for another minute or two, rubbing Mona’s belly as she comes down from the peak of her experience. Elle turns to me, and I see her face aglow with Mona’s wetness. She walks over to me, her own nipples tight with passion, and kisses me with an open mouth. I taste Mona on her lips and tongue, and I love it. I begin to lick her face to get more of Mona, and then return to the kiss. It lasts for a while, with me wrapping my arms around this vision of lust so that I can reach her glorious ass and caress those cheeks while her large breasts rest against my chest. As she finally breaks the kiss, she looks at her ex and says, “Fantasy number one is over; I hope that you enjoyed it. I know that I did! Fantasy number two is ready to begin!”

She sits me down again and tells me that I have a role in this one, and to be patient a little longer. I do as asked, as I am not the author of this act of revenge, just a willing participant. She returns to the bed and shares a few long, open mouth kisses with Mona before Mona begins to caress and kiss Elle’s breasts. I am watching a virtual repeat of the treatment that Elle gave Mona earlier, as Mona begins kissing her way to Elle’s womanhood. She does not bother with Elle’s legs and a foot massage. No, the passion in the room will not allow it. Mona longs for a taste of the woman who took her to the mountaintop. As Mona begins to use her hands to move Elle’s legs apart, she looks to me and says, “Her tits need some attention while I drink from her pussy. She told me that you have been dying to get your hands on her tits for years. Please help me by making love to her breasts.”

While I have videotaped evidence that I did fondle and suckle those breasts fairly recently, I have no recollection of the event, so I am eagerly off the chair and on the bed doing what I was asked to do. I first lean into her mouth, and share another deep kiss with her düziçi escort as I begin to caress and massage her breasts. Elle’s breasts as are full and magnificent as I imagined them all those years ago. She moans into my mouth as I use my hands to stimulate her tits while Mona works on her lower pair of lips. I move my mouth to the valley between her breasts, kissing my way to a place I have jacked off to for far too long. Her areola are rather small for such large breasts, but her nipples are already firm from the sensuality of the event. I draw her right nipple into my mouth and she takes a deep breath, and then another. Mona must be working her magic on the wet pussy in front of her. I move my mouth to the left nipple and massage the right. Her next breath is again deep, and followed in rapid succession by several more and her hands bring my mouth back to hers. She moans into my mouth as her orgasm peaks and washes away. I put my arms around her and hold her closely as Mona joins us in a three way hug.

After her rapture calms a little, Elle sits up in bed and asks her ex, “How did you enjoy that, asshole?” and laughs to herself. He says nothing, but his throbbing boner tells us that he enjoyed the festivities.

“Just keep your eyes open, idiot, because you are about to see Joseph play the lead role in that hot fantasy that we never lived out. And don’t cum!!! Or you will regret it!!!”

With that, Elle and Mona got up and placed me in the center of the bed. With Elle on my right and Mona on my left, the ladies start with my first three-way kiss. I lost track of the lips and tongues as they intertwined with mine. Hands on my chest and nipples soon became lips on my nipples, which soon became tongues moving toward my manhood. As the girls shifted to place their lips by my dick, both pussies were within reach of my hands, so I indulged. As the two sets of lips engulfed my cock, my fingers entered two warm, wet places. Up and down, round and round their mouths went while I worked the wettest places my fingers have experienced. If things weren’t good enough, they then alternated on my dick, one going up and down a few times only to be replaced by the other doing the same damn thing. FUCK!!! In response, my thumbs were busy seeking and locating their clits, and then their moaning got more intense. As Mona started another climax, she allowed Elle to take me deep into her mouth. Minutes later, as Elle began her orgasm, she reciprocated and lifted off my cock to let Mona have her turn at deep throating. Elle thrust back into my hand and exploded in ecstasy. As she rode my hand, Mona coaxed a huge load out of my cock. When I was done cumming, Mona raised up off of me and approached Elle. Elle went crazy bucking back again on my fingers. Mona went for Elle’s mouth, and as they erotically snowballed my cum, Elle went into orbit. Mona’s hands were on Elle’s tits, working the nipples until Elle asked her to stop. Sensory overload!!! As she collapsed my fingers fell from her pussy, and I brought them to my mouth to taste her pleasure.

Mona had other thoughts and returned to my cock like a wild woman. I still recover fairly quickly, and her oral skills made this even less of an issue. Once satisfied that I was going to stay hard, Mona straddled my pelvis and lowered her wetness onto me, slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time. She groaned the whole time as she filled herself with me and began the sexy dance of intercourse: up and down, back and forth, and up and down, and so on. Her hands went to her own breasts and she pulled on her nipples without regard to anyone else.

Elle, allowed sufficient recovery time, rolled over and watched her new friend for a minute or edremit escort two, and then came over to kiss me deeply. “Why didn’t we do this all those years ago?” she asked.

“Because I was naïve, afraid and intimidated by you and the rest of the swim team girls” I told her, “and I didn’t know how to do any of this then.”

“Well,” she continued, “let’s see what you know about eating pussy!” as she threw her legs over my face and lowered her pussy to my lips. As she did so, she replaced Mona’s hands with her lips on Mona’s stimulated nipples, which drove Mona into overdrive on my cock. The river that Elle’s pussy had become was flooding my mouth, but I just drank it all down as Mona worked wonders on my cock. Mona’s panting got louder, her movements more deliberate, and she cut lose with an orgasm that gushed all over my midsection. She rode it out and pushed Elle gently away from her chest. She sat on my dick for a minute squeezing me with her vaginal muscles, and with a heavy sigh, disengaged herself from me.

As if scripted, Elle just leaned forward and took me into her warm mouth. She sucked Mona’s juices from my dick and began moaning herself. Then she quickly stopped and said “Hey asshole! Watch this!!!” while looking in the direction of her ex. She removed herself from my mouth, turned around and placed her pussy at the head of my dick and slowly lowered herself, ending years of yearning on my part. Never in my life had a woman taken so long to fully insert my cock into herself, and it was clear that she loved every second of it. She quickly pulled up, and repeated the same slow descent time and time again. As she leaned her head back in enjoyment, I reached up and caressed her breasts and nipples. Minutes later, as I gently tugged on her nipples, she leaned forward and put those beauties in my face. I pushed them together so that her nipples were touching, and took both nipples into my mouth at once. Her pussy frantically fucked my cock, but I had other ideas. I sunk my hips into the bed, and as slowly as she fell onto me at the outset, I raised my pelvis up and slowly penetrated her. My cockhead slowly parted her lower lips and entered that warm, wet tunnel very slowly. I withdrew, and pushed in a little faster, and a little faster, and a little faster, until I could no longer increase my speed. Her breathing became labored again and her orgasm hit her full on. As she peaked, I held my cock inside her and filled her with years of pent up cum, squirt after squirt after squirt, and held her tightly to my chest as we shared a kiss that captured years of friendship and the essence of our passion.

As we broke our kiss, she lifted herself off of what was left of my cock and a flood of cum drenched my groin area. We looked at each other and laughed. Mona just stared, licking her lips. As Elle looked around the room, she saw her ex, still strapped to the chair, with his own river of cum between his legs.

“Fucker, I told you not to cum.”

“But, I couldn’t help myself. That was so fucking hot!”

“Well, you stupid fucker, it could have been you, but you had to fuck that bimbo who you call a secretary, and Mona. And after all of the shit I did for you. Well, here is Act Three of MY fantasy!”

She then walked over to him with an empty glass, and scooped the cum from between his bound legs. She raised the glass to her lips, then motioned like she would pour it over her heaving breasts before again stopping. She then poured the contents over his face, covering him in his own seed. “You always did tell me how sexy a facial was. So, how sexy does that feel, asshole?!?!?!?!”

“Asshole” was released from the chair, told to dress and leave, which he did. Once we heard his car leave, Mona, Elle and I relaxed ourselves to sleep. Elle hasn’t heard from the ex for a long time, but the three of us enjoy each other regularly. And Elle and I go to sleep each night in the same bed where we finally resolved years of sexual frustration with a night to be remembered. Finally!

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Chapter Twelve – Perfect Shot

He walked over to Heathcliff and his companion, and, for a couple of seconds, he just stood there, not knowing what to do. It was surely foolish, to act on instinct like that because truth be told, he wanted to dance with Heathcliff, too, and there was no turning back.

Heathcliff’s companion seemed to be the first to notice him standing there. “Can we help you with something?” the guy asked, frowning slightly.

Aidan licked his lips and swallowed. He was about to make a total fool of himself, but he wasn’t going to back down now. “Would you like to dance?” he asked Heathcliff directly.

“Excuse me,” the guy in the white tee huffed, “we were just in the middle of a conversation, and you’re interrupting. And seriously, is that your pick up line? Maybe you should go home and polish it a little.”

“I’d love to dance,” Heathcliff said dramatically, taking his companion by surprise.

And not only. Aidan’s eyes grew wide. Now he had expected a rejection or at least a small jab at his request, and the only unknown factor in all that was how Heathcliff would go about it. Funny how he wasn’t ready for a positive response.

“You would?” he asked, feeling, and most probably looking, a bit stupid.

“Let’s go,” Heathcliff said with determination and took Aidan’s hand, ignoring the other completely.

“Hey, that’s not very nice,” the guy called after them.

Heathcliff only half-turned toward him. “I’m sorry, please forgive me,” he said in a sugary voice. “I’m just suddenly in the mood for dancing.”

“You could have just said so,” the guy threw his last words at them. “Jeez, some people,” he added, most probably to himself.

Heathcliff snickered like a kid doing something naughty and carried Aidan quickly to the dance floor. And, unlike Michael who had shown Aidan a proof of his virtuosity as a dancer just earlier, Heathcliff pulled him into a tight hug and kept him there.

“Heathcliff,” Aidan called softly, “we’re not exactly dancing.”

“I suppose we should also move a little, right?” Heathcliff began to move, but only slightly, in total disregard of the fast-paced music.

“We’re not supposed to slow dance,” Aidan pointed out again.

It wasn’t like he minded. Actually, being there, in Heathcliff’s arms, felt good and right at the same time.

“It’s the only style of dancing I know,” Heathcliff replied.

“Seriously? Aren’t you the master of all things, you know, physical?”

“That I am.” Heathcliff chuckled. “I just skipped dancing lessons; that’s all.”

“Michael is an excellent dancer and your friend. Doesn’t he find this appalling coming from you?” Aidan asked and wrapped his arms around Heathcliff’s neck.

“Ah, Mikey. I thought he would seduce you and you wouldn’t say ‘no’.”

“I’m only here for you, you spoilt fitness guru,” Aidan said affectionately.

“You’re such a perfect babysitter,” Heathcliff’s voice dropped low.

Aidan was sure they were putting on a bit of a show, slow dancing while all the others were engaged in much more physically strenuous exercise on the floor.

“Michael told me you wanted me to ask you to dance. Is that true?” Aidan asked.

“It is,” Heathcliff admitted simply.

“But why? Isn’t this how you practically send the others around here the wrong signals?”

“What do you mean? What signals?”

“You know. That you don’t want to hook up. Dancing with your babysitter is the surest way to keep everyone at bay.”

“Good. That’s exactly what I want to do.”

Aidan wanted to be able to have a witty comeback to that. The thing was he felt like no other words were needed.

***

Heathcliff had never played the sentimental card with anyone in his life, as he liked to believe that he was as honest as they came in all his dealings. Yet, right now, keeping Aidan close in his arms, he felt pretty damn sentimental, and it wasn’t some play. The strategist in him was all a frown. The rest was smiling, though.

He had to remind himself to thank Michael later. Apparently, a small friendly nudge had been enough for Aidan to come to him and ask him for a dance.

To say that he had been thrilled the moment he saw Aidan there, a bit shy, but determined, was an understatement. Heathcliff was so happy that the only way to contain what he felt was to hold Aidan tightly.

The weirdest thing of all was that, for the moment, his mind was blank. He could not remember one step from his elaborate plan to seduce the corporate bunny. And he had thought he had everything thoroughly planned.

Obviously, something was happening. If he hadn’t been so giddy with Aidan coming for him, he would have investigated the issue thoroughly.

With a content sigh, he snuck his hands lower on Aidan’s back.

“Are you all right?” Aidan asked gently. “You’re a bit not your usual self tonight. Are you ill?”

Heathcliff scoffed. “I just wanted a dance with my babysitter. How is that a problem?”

“It’s not,” Aidan replied. “But we’ve been slow dancing for about twenty minutes or cumra escort so, and the music changed five times. People around us are really starting to stare.”

“Let them stare,” Heathcliff said smoothly. “Don’t you like the attention?”

“Actually, I don’t. I’m not a famous influencer like you.”

Ah, finally, some steps of his elaborate plan were coming back to him. Heathcliff knew exactly where he wanted Aidan. “Then we can go somewhere private.”

Aidan pushed himself away to look at him, with something akin to suspicion in his lovely eyes. “Heathcliff,” he said, his voice a little wary, “aren’t you here tonight to hook up?”

Heathcliff pulled Aidan back into his arms. “I changed my mind.”

“All right. So do you want to go back home and sleep?”

“Will you tuck me in?” Heathcliff joked.

“Of course,” Aidan said. “What kind of babysitter would I be if I didn’t send you to sleep with a bedtime story?”

“Don’t you like this club?” Heathcliff asked. “I’m sure Michael will be disappointed to hear you want to leave so quickly.”

“The club is fabulous. It’s you who makes me worry. Are you sure you’re not ill?”

This time, Aidan raised one hand and touched his forehead. Heathcliff pulled back. It wasn’t that he didn’t like to tease Aidan over his babysitter role, but he was sure this wasn’t in the job description. Also, it was not part of his plan.

“Let’s go somewhere private, bunny boy,” he said with determination.

He dragged Aidan after him through the crowd. The bout of sentimentality from earlier was thankfully over. Now he could go back to being business-like, as his plan for the night demanded. Plus, he wasn’t sure he could win Aidan over by being sentimental and doe-eyed. That wasn’t him.

Michael smiled at them as they walked over to his table. “You two were quite the sensation on the dance floor.”

“Mikey, can I have that private booth now?” Heathcliff asked.

Michael’s eyes lit up. “For you? Always. Seeing you so taken with one another, I’ve already sent word. You’ll not be disturbed.”

“Wait; what?” Aidan intervened. “What do we need a private booth for?”

“For the same reason anyone needs a private booth when going to a club. To have fun in private,” Heathcliff replied.

“Are we going to have fun in private?” Aidan asked.

“Yes. I recall a certain kink of yours that only I can cater to.”

“Oh, fuck. You can’t be serious,” Aidan protested.

“Come with me, and stop being difficult.” Heathcliff held Aidan’s hand in his tightly like he was afraid bunny boy would make a run for the exit. “Since you’re my babysitter, I must take care of your needs.”

“Stone, you’re still a conceited bastard, aren’t you?”

“Stone? You called me Heathcliff earlier. It was nice for a change.”

“What was nice for a change was you being less of a conceited bastard,” Aidan replied.

Heathcliff laughed. “Did you really fall for that act?”

He could not tell why he felt the need to distance himself from his behavior from earlier. It was like control was slipping through his fingers. Heathcliff Stone was always in control. So taking back the reins, like he was doing right now, was completely normal.

“Actually, ah, it doesn’t matter. Let’s get it over with. I know exactly what you have in mind. But let me tell you. I’m holding my liquor well,” Aidan warned him.

“I thought you told me you don’t drink.”

“I don’t. I have a natural tolerance. Something about some of my ancestors being sailors and all that.”

“Ah, so you’re from a family of explorers? That explains everything,” Heathcliff said with a broad smile.

“And what do you mean by that?” Aidan asked.

“Your bold personality, of course. You came to invite me to dance.”

“I’m pretty sure my ancestors would have been engaged in thrashing the bar by now, but let’s say that I believe you. But I don’t think I’m bold, at all.”

“Let me be the judge of that, okay?” Heathcliff linked his fingers with Aidan’s.

“You two are better than any reality show,” Michael interrupted them. “I wish I could be a fly on the wall to learn what’s coming next.”

“Do you have flies in here, Mikey?” Heathcliff joked as he looked at his friend. “That calls for a visit from the health department.”

“Just go and have fun, you two. But, seriously, you should tell me how that went.”

“A gentleman never kisses and tells.” Heathcliff flashed a big grin at his friend.

Michael replied with a knowing smile. But he could read something akin to surprise in Michael’s eyes. Ever since he confessed to him how much he liked Aidan and wanted to trap him, Michael had had a hard time hiding it. Of course, Heathcliff knew why that was happening. Michael was too considerate a friend to tell him anything he didn’t want to hear. However, Michael had jokingly proposed to save Aidan from him, by trying to seduce him.

Heathcliff wasn’t sure who Michael was trying to protect. It was clear as day that his friend had been taken with Aidan from the first second. dalaman escort For some reason, he felt proud; his affection for the young man wasn’t misplaced, and Michael was validating his decision. Also, if Michael joked about hooking up with Aidan, that meant Heathcliff wasn’t the only one to notice how incredibly cute the bunny was.

He offered his hand to Michael. “Thanks, man.”

“Have fun, you two.” Michael grinned at them. “Especially you, Aidan. Don’t let Heath push you around, okay? Also, don’t fall for this vulnerable act. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“Thanks for the heads up. But you have nothing to worry about,” Aidan said with a small laugh. “I am Heathcliff’s babysitter and not the other way around. I’ll be completely responsible, and I’ll take care that he doesn’t start using colored markers on the walls.”

Heathcliff looked at Aidan. So he was having fun, after all. That was the only reason why he allowed him to talk like that. As soon as they were alone, Heathcliff was going to be back in charge. Right now, he could allow Aidan a few giggles at his expense.

***

“Seriously, Stone, you’re so easy to read. I told you about body shots, and of course you have to do something like this,” Aidan said as he gestured toward the table on which a small shot glass, and a whole bottle of tequila, along with a beautiful porcelain plate full of lime wedges, were neatly arranged. “I still don’t understand how you can give up on a night of hooking up and getting busy with various handsome men just for the sake of trying to get me under the table. Wait, was that your plan? To have me drunk so that you could sneak out and have fun without me hovering over you?”

Heathcliff laughed and pushed him toward the love settee. Aidan didn’t have to look too close to notice how this particular private booth had a romantic flair to it. It had obviously been modeled to cater to couples.

“I’m having fun right now.” Heathcliff hovered over him while Aidan sat. “I actually have a business proposition, but let’s talk about that later.”

“Business proposition?” Aidan wondered out loud.

“Let’s talk after you’re a little looser than this.”

“I told you. I don’t get drunk easily. Also, I wouldn’t want to risk getting into a coma by accident.” Aidan gestured towards the bottle.

“Don’t worry about that. I just want to see your skill at drinking body shots. I don’t want you drunk either. So, are you ready?” Heathcliff asked with a smirk.

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Okay, I am ready.”

He should have known Heathcliff was all for fooling around. But the sooner he could get this over with, the sooner Heathcliff was going to go back at doing what he wanted, and Aidan could return to his job.

That, of course, unless the little voice inside his head telling him Heathcliff actually wanted to hook up with him and no one else was saying the truth. Aidan had a mind to ignore it as wishful thinking, but, at the same time, he worried about what it might mean. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to run away from this? Maybe if he just hooked up with Heathcliff one time, he would still be fine?

Plus, that being the case, he could say he lost his V-card to the biggest crush in his life to date, which was huge.

Aidan shook his head. Heathcliff was caressing his jawline slowly, still standing and looking down at him.

“You’re always thinking of something,” Heathcliff said. “I can tell.”

“It’s not so hard to tell, seeing how I tend to fall silent all of a sudden,” Aidan babbled nervously.

“What are you thinking about?”

Aidan decided to grab the bull by the horns. “Are you trying to get me in bed with you, Stone?”

“Is it that obvious?” Heathcliff chuckled.

“Pretty much, yeah. But why? We’re practically in your type of paradise. Outside this door, there are literally dozens of men waiting for a chance to get into your graces. Yet, you’re wasting your time with me when you could go out there and swim in dicks or something.”

Heathcliff laughed wholeheartedly. “Let me see how good you are at body shots and then we’ll talk business.”

Aidan shrugged. On the outside, he could play it cool, but on the inside, he was a hot mess. He just hoped Heathcliff wasn’t going to notice how his palms were sweaty, his heart started to beat faster, and he could only do this much to avoid jumping the sexy fitness guru’s bones.

From the first second Heathcliff embraced him on the dance floor and kept him there, he had known he was doomed. Of course, he was trying to grab at straws and tell himself that Heathcliff meant nothing by it.

“Is it that bad for your ego that I’m telling you ‘no’?” Aidan asked.

There was still a chance to escape. He could piss off Heathcliff a little, and he could go.

“Are you telling me ‘no’?” Heathcliff asked and climbed the settee, placing his knees on Aidan’s sides, trapping him between his muscular thighs.

Aidan knew his heart rate was now in a danger zone. Heathcliff leaned in and kissed him gently. In response, datça escort Aidan dug his blunt nails into the plush canvas of the settee.

“Your answer,” Heathcliff demanded, keeping Aidan’s head firmly in his hands.

Aidan gulped loudly. “No, I’m not telling you ‘no’,” he replied.

“Good.” Heathcliff caressed his cheeks and stood up. “Then I think it’s time for our little introduction.”

Aidan had a mind to ask what that was supposed to mean, but the words caught in his throat. Slowly, with hooded eyes, Heathcliff began to unbutton his shirt. The thumping rhythm coming from the club was muffled, but it made the perfect musical backdrop for Heathcliff’s striptease show.

“I have already seen you naked,” Aidan said, just for the sake of sounding like he wasn’t impressed at all.

He was very much impressed. And yes, he had seen Heathcliff naked, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to see the man naked again.

Heathcliff’s only response was an all-knowing smirk. Aidan watched fascinated as the shirt came off. However, it looked like Heathcliff had no intention to go further than that. Not that he minded. The topless look was perfect on Heathcliff.

“So, what are you waiting for?” Heathcliff challenged him, hands on hips.

“For you to lie down so I can show you what a body shot looks like,” Aidan said with courage he knew well he didn’t possess.

“Then how about you make room for me?” Heathcliff laughed.

Of course, Aidan thought and stood up to allow Heathcliff to stretch on the settee. Pretending to be absorbed with pouring himself a shot, he kept from throwing glances in the other’s direction.

So, it was a bit of a surprise to see Heathcliff already with a lime wedge between his lips and well prepared with a short, thin trail of salt on his naked chest. Aidan gulped but knew it was now or never to show the sexy asshole he was not fazed easily. He threw his head back as he let the alcohol burn his throat and then, he straddled Heathcliff quickly.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position to assume, but he didn’t care for details at this point. Aidan pressed Heathcliff into the settee with both hands on his shoulders, and licked the trail of salt, making the other giggle. And, without a glitch, he raised his head and pulled the lime wedge out of Heathcliff’s mouth, savoring the sour taste.

“Wow, perfect shot,” Heathcliff joked. “In the mood for another?”

“I think I played along enough,” Aidan said, staring into the other’s eyes from above. “How about you tell me about that business deal you wanted to talk about?”

Heathcliff put his hands on Aidan’s hips and moved slowly upward. “I think I like this position. Don’t you agree?”

Aidan sighed. “You’re impossible; you know that, right?”

“And you’re a tiny bit hard,” Heathcliff replied, moving one hand and placing it over Aidan’s crotch.

“Who wouldn’t be?” Aidan retorted. “Come on, isn’t this enough for your ego? The night’s still young. Why don’t you go pick up a nice guy and have some fun with him? What do you say?”

“I am not exactly crazy about nice guys,” Heathcliff said, moving his hand on purpose over Aidan’s semi, making him grunt.

“Then go find a naughty one.”

“You didn’t let me finish. I’m not into nice guys, except for one. You.”

Aidan licked his lips. “So the only way we can solve this is by letting you have your way with me?”

“Have my way with you? What are you, an innocent maiden?”

“I’m not innocent!” Aidan protested.

“Exactly,” Heathcliff said with satisfaction. “So let’s get back to what I was saying. Can you pay attention?”

“I could if you didn’t fondle me through my jeans,” Aidan complained right away.

“I think that’s actually helping to keep you focused on me,” Heathcliff replied.

Aidan sighed. “Okay, just say what you have to say.”

“I don’t like this thing with NDAs and all that,” Heathcliff began. “It’s not only because it is annoying as hell to get guys to sign before, after, or in-between. It is because it’s like I’m trumpeting all over the place that I got myself a deal. I am a confident man, but this reeks of self-importance.”

“Okay,” Aidan admitted.

“But it’s not like I prefer the alternative, which is not to get laid at all. So, I must ask you, isn’t it annoying for you to hunt my partners down and get them to sign those stupid NDAs?”

It was. Aidan nodded. “Yes, it is. But that’s what the contract says.”

“Normally I’d say fuck the contract,” Heathcliff said, and his moves on Aidan’s still clothed cock became more daring.

Aidan could feel his breath hitching in his chest. “Don’t fuck the contract,” he said stupidly. He knew what Heathcliff meant by that.

“I have no intention to.” Heathcliff chuckled. “I realized, however, that there is a solution that could keep everyone happy.”

“Seriously? What?” Aidan asked, trying to focus on anything else but the hand moving over his cock.

“I have something you want, and you have something I want. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

Aidan closed his eyes tightly. “I can’t say I do.”

“We don’t have to make a big deal out of it,” Heathcliff continued. “You want to be the perfect professional, and I have nothing against that. Actually, I think it’s perfect for what I have in mind. If we hook up, there’s no need for NDAs.”

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I can’t believe this is happening right now Matt thought to himself. Stupid hand me down car. He really should have known better than to accept a car, a free car at that, from his brother. Mike never gave away anything for free. “I really do appreciate this Sir,” Matt told John as they walked across the parking lot.

“Don’t mention it.” John replied, glancing back at Matt. “Your house is on my way home as I said earlier, it’s really no problem” John dug his keys of his jacket pocket and hit the button to unlock the doors. “You may want to start putting out a few calls to have the car picked up on Monday though.”

“I plan on it.” Matt answered as they approached John’s car. Matt could not help the grin that crept across his face as he opened the passenger side door. John had driven to work today in his ’07 Camaro. Matt didn’t know much about cars but he knew what he liked, and he definitely liked what saw. The weather had gotten much cooler over the past few months, so Matt knew that shortly this beautiful piece of machinery would be put to bed for the winter. But not today.

He got into the car and reached for his seatbelt. Buckling it, he looked over and watched John get in.

“What?” John asked sharply.

“What, what?” Matt replied lost, grin fading.

“You were staring at me grinning your fool head off,” John answered. “Do I have something on my face?” He asked looking into the mirror.

“Oh, no you don’t, sorry,” said Matt, blushing. “I was just admiring your car I guess, and got lost in thought. Pretty sexy. Car I mean!” Awesome, he thought, he’s going to think I was sitting here perving on him.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. About the car I mean. Thank you. Are you ready to go?” John asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Matt answered.

“Can we cool it with the ‘Sir’ thing for a while?” John asked. “While I appreciate it at the office, outside of work I prefer to be called John.”

“Sure thing s…John.” Matt replied.

“Good. We have to get a move on or we’re going to be late for this party. Not a good look for the boss,” John said, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot into traffic.

They drove in silence. Matt watched out his window at the buildings and people they drove past. He started to contemplate, as he often did, about where his life was going. He liked to think that he was headed in the right direction, but when he really let himself think about it, he realized he was near lost. He had a job that most days he did not enjoy. Sure he had friends, but they could only do so much for him. He had a big empty house, and now he had a car that didn’t want to work. He had lots of family, but none that he was close to anymore. Ever since his mother passed away home just didn’t feel the same. He made and received the required number of phone calls every year, but other than that, things were pretty quiet on the home front.

As for having a man in his life, Matt hadn’t been on a date in more than a year, and was starting to think that would not change any time soon. He didn’t have time for much other than work in his life right now, and while work was something, it was not enough. He knew that if he wanted things in life that he was going to have to work for them, so every day he sucked it up and did what he had to do. Things had to fall into place sometime right?

Matts head bounced against the window he wasn’t even aware that he had been leaning on. He shook his head and was surprised to note that he was now sitting in his driveway.

“Home sweet home.” John stated dryly.

“I didn’t even notice that we were in my neighborhood,” Matt laughed, shaking his head to rid himself of the somber thoughts he had been having. “Thank you so much, again, for the drive John!”

“You’re very welcome, again,” John replied with one his rare smiles. “You better hurry up and go get ready. We have to be back by 6:00 at the latest, so we’re really pushing it here for time.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Matt said getting out of the car. He closed the door and started up the walk to the door. “See you later!” He called back to John.

John was already backing out of the driveway, not looking at Matt. Oh well, he thought to himself. He unlocked the door and opened it to Duke standing there wagging his tail.

“Gotta go pee?” He asked the dog. Duke turned and ran for the patio door. Thought so, Matt laughed quietly to himself. He opened to door and let the dog out, before turning and heading to his bedroom. He opened his closet and surveyed all that it had to offer. What to wear, what to wear, he wondered to himself. He grabbed a pair of black pants, and a shirt in dark purple. He grabbed the jacket that matched the pants and laid it on the bed. He turned to the dresser, and grabbing a fresh pair çerkez escort of his favorite boxer briefs to throw on the bed, headed to the bathroom. He turned the shower on before stripping his clothes off and leaving them in a pile on the floor.

While the shower heated, he brushed his teeth, watching himself in the mirror. When steam started filling the bathroom, he turned on the radio he kept in there and jumped in the shower. Head bouncing to the beat, he grabbed his shampoo, opened the cap and poured some into his hair. He put the bottle back on the shelf and started to lather his hair. Lightly singing with the radio, he rinsed his hair and started soaping up his body.

While running his soapy hands across his body, he let himself sway to the music. He drew his hands across his chest, massaging lightly and sighed. He could feel some one the tension from the day leaving his body. His hands wandered further down his torso, until they reached the start of his pubic hair. He grazed his fingertips back and forth just below where the hair started. He felt his belly jump at his own touch, and continued his exploration of his own body. Soon, he was fantasizing that it was someone else with their hands on his body. He let his head fall back as the hands on his body finally came into contact with his erect penis. He looked down and in his mind saw the dark hair of his fantasy man, as his hands roamed over Matt’s lower body.

Gripping his erection lightly, Matt imagined that it was this other man tormenting him into pleasure. Hand moving back and forth over his erection, he sighed in pleasure. Stroking faster, he imaged the dark haired man taking his penis into his mouth. Matt moaned and let the man continue with the stroking and suction. Matt looked down and watched the dark head bob back and forth on his penis, shuddering with pleasure. He ran his hands through this imaginary man’s hair and moaned with pleasure. He soaped up one of his fingers and reached back to run it along his crack. Shuddering with pleasure, he did it again, this time continuing on between his cheeks, to the swollen rosebud hidden there. As his finger came into contact with his hole, his body shook with pleasure. He massaged his finger back and forth, enjoying the sensations shooting through his body. The sucking on his dick became harder, the stroking faster. Feeling himself starting to let go, he again looked down at the man on his knees in front of him. Matt inhaled, feeling is orgasm starting and threw his head back. He moaned as he came, looking down as his orgasm came to an end, breathing heavily. Startled to see green eyes looking back at him, he watched his dream lover fade away.

Body now spent, Matt shook his head, sighed and turned off the water. Wow, he thought to himself as he toweled the water off his body. That was different. He shrugged his shoulders before wrapping himself in his towel and walking back to the kitchen. He put down some food and water for Duke, before letting him back in the house. Duke wagged his tail happily before baking a beeline for his food. Matt laughed at the dog and walked back to his bedroom. He checked the clock and was surprised to see that he still had a bit of time to get ready. Dropping the towel he picked up his underwear and put it on. He reached in to arrange himself before grabbing his pants and putting them on as well. He picked up his damp towel, shirt and jacket and headed back out to the main part of the house. He entered the laundry room threw his shirt and damp towel in the dryer before turning it on to get the wrinkles out of his shirt. Note to self, he though, invest in ironing board.

Going to the kitchen he took the can of coffee out of the cupboard and proceeded to make himself a pot. Five minutes later he poured himself a cup before heading back to the bathroom to give himself a quick shave with his electric razor. Normally he liked to use his razor and soap, but the electric one would be good enough for the evening. He thought the scruffy look it gave him was better suited for a party. Done shaving, he took a deep drink from his cup before walking back to the kitchen. He checked the clock and noticed that it was time to call a cab to take him to the party.

After hanging up the phone Matt started towards the laundry room. He took two steps before the doorbell rang. Holy fast cab company he thought, before rushing to the door.

“I’ll just be a minute,” he started, opening the door, and got the shock of his life when he saw that familiar pair of green eyes looking back at him. “Oh! What are you…”

“Are you not ready yet?” John asked.

“I, what, you, ummm…” Matt stammered. What was John doing here? “Almost, I just have to grab my shirt.” Matt answered, realizing ceyhan escort that he was still standing in the doorway with his boss, with no shirt on. Blushing, he backed up.

“Come in for a minute, sorry. There’s coffee.” Matt hurried off to the laundry room.

He threw his shirt on, and buttoning it walked back to the kitchen. There he found John, looking quite at home sitting at his kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be on the way to the party?” He asked, confused.

“Yes I should, as should you.” John replied calmly. “You have no car remember? I figured you might appreciate the drive.”

Just then there was a honk from outside. Looking out the window, John raised an eyebrow. “My mistake, looks like you have one,” he said.

“Well yes,” Matt answered, “I’m a grown ass man, I know how to call a cab to go somewhere.” He didn’t mean to sound so rude, but he was slightly annoyed by the man in his kitchen right now. Appreciate the drive? If I had expected the drive I would have asked he thought to himself. But that’s The Dick for you.

“One minute,” he said to John, before heading out the door.

John watched out the window as Matt had a short conversation with the cab driver, before he backed out of the driveway.

“He mad?” John asked as Matt walked back in.

“Kind of,” Matt answered, “I’m sure they don’t appreciate coming all the way out here just to be told never mind.”

“Oh well,” John said, finishing his coffee. “Are you about ready or what?”

“Just have to grab my shoes,” Matt replied, slipping his jacket over his shoulders. He rushed back to his room to grab his dress shoes before coming back out. “Ready now, let’s go.”

They left the house, and walked down to John’s car. Matt inhaled deeply as he got into the car. You’ll be fine, he told himself. What’s a few more minutes in the car with him? John started the car and backed out of the driveway. Pulling into the street they were on their way. Sitting beside John, Matt realized that he could smell whatever cologne it was the John wore. It smelled woodsy and male. Matt found that he didn’t mind the smell, he liked it actually. Not good, he thought to himself. A man in a vest who smells good? Oh boy. Matt laughed to himself.

“What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Oh, um, nothing” Matt answered. He hadn’t realized that he laughed out loud.

“If you say so,” John said, glancing over at Matt. “Are you ready for this?”

“Ready for what?” Matt asked. “It’s a party.”

“It is also a work function,” John replied.

“There will be clients there as well as employees so make sure you make a good impression.”

When do I ever make a bad one Matt thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

“I saw that,” John said.

“Shouldn’t your eyes be on the road or something?” Matt answered, embarrassed to have been caught rolling his eyes at the boss.

“I’m a great multi-tasker,” John said, grinning.

Wow, he’s got nice teeth too, Matt thought to himself. Was there anything about this man that was not perfect? Other than his sparkling personality, Matt corrected himself.

“Yes, Sir, I’m sure you are” Matt said, refraining from rolling his eyes again.

“Matt, I thought we talked about the Sir thing.” John said with a strange look on his face.

If Matt didn’t know any better he would have thought that John’s feelings were hurt.

“I just figured since we are on the way to a work function…”

“You figured wrong,” John said. “Let’s just stick with John for the evening.”

“Sure thing John,” Matt said.

John pulled into the office parking lot and shut off his car. Both men climbed out of the car, and John hit the button to lock the doors. They walked to the building together, not talking. As they reached the building, John opened the door and held it for Matt.

“Thanks,” Matt said, walking into the building.

“You’re welcome” John answered, as they walked down the hall towards the ballroom that was located on the ground floor of the building. Reaching the room, he again held the door open for Matt. After thanking John again, he walked into the room and looked around. He was impressed by the job the decorators had done. The large, usually empty room was filled with tables and chairs for the guests. Decorations of red and black were tastefully displayed around the room.

“I have a few things to do before we eat,” John said, walking away.

“Alrighty then,” Matt answered, watching him leave. He took a minute to admire that which was purely masculine walk away from him.

“I totally just saw that,” Matt heard from behind him. Grinning, he turned around.

“Alexis! Where have you been? I haven’t ceylan escort seen you in forever you crazy bitch,” Matt laughed. Alexis was one of the most sought after editors in the city. She was usually off across the country dealing with clients, so Matt was surprised to see her here.

“Couldn’t miss a party, now could I,” she answered, grinning herself. Alexis was a gorgeous women, who usually dressed to kill and tonight was no exception. She was wearing a red dress, the color so deep it was almost the color of wine. One strap sloped across her shoulder, and fit her body like a second skin. Matt stepped back for a minute to admire her beauty. Her dark hair was done in some type of artful up-do. Diamond earring glimmered at her ears, and a bracelet sparkled on her wrist. Black heels and red polish on her toes finished the outfit.

“You’re looking gorgeous as usual” Matt said, meaning it.

“Thank you! You’re looking pretty handsome yourself,” she complimented Matt.

“We do what we can,” he said, laughing. “I’ve missed you! Where have you been?”

“Oh you know, here and there,’ Alexis answered, winking. “So did I just see you walking in with The Dick? When did that happen?” she inquired.

“Nothing has happened you crazy woman,” Matt said, “and keep it down will you?” Alexis was the only other person besides Alex who knew of Matt’s sexuality, and while he was by no means ashamed of it, he was not ready to have his personal business be part of the office gossip.

“Oh hush you silly thing,” Alexis said, slapping Matt lightly on the arm. “Nobody is listening. Although, if you do not want people to know then you probably shouldn’t spend your time staring at the bosses ass as he walks away from you,” she remarked, eyes twinkling.

“I wasn’t staring, I was simply…” Matt didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Alexis laughed. “Let’s go find someplace to sit.”

They found a nearly empty table and sat down. Alexis flagged down a waiter and grabbed two glasses of wine from his tray. Giving one to Matt, she raised he glass to a toast.

“Here’s to an interesting night”

“Not as interesting as last time,” Matt answered laughing, sipping from his glass. The last time they had been at a work party together, they had both overindulged before leaving the party to head for a bar. They then spend the night drinking and picking up different people throughout the night. The next day they had both felt so sick that they vowed to never drink that much again. Matt still gagged a little if anyone mentioned tequila.

“Spoilsport,” Alexis laughed.

“Matt a spoilsport? I don’t believe it,” they heard from behind them.

They both turned to see Doug and Aaron, aka Dumb and Dumber, standing there laughing.

“Who are these chuckle heads?” Alexis asked Matt, not caring that they could obviously hear her.

Matt grinned. This should be good he thought to himself, sipping more wine. “Alexis, meet Doug and Aaron, two new assistants Mr. Hogan hired to help me.”

“Ahh yes, okay,” she replied coolly, “I can just imagine how helpful they are. Go away children”

“Children? We’re just trying to have a little fun, right Aaron?” Doug asked.

“Exactly,” Aaron replied. “The party is a dud, so we thought we’d come talk to the prettiest lady in the room.”

Alexis raised an eyebrow and glanced at the two men. “Flattery will get you nowhere, so I suggest you go away now,” she said before looking away.

“Rude bitch” one of them muttered under their breath before scrambling away at the look Alexis shot at them. She laughed, before flagging the waiter down for two more glasses of wine.

“Oh my God, what was the boss man thinking hiring them. I’m sure they share the same brain between them, and that neither of them knows how to use it.” Alexis asked. “They look like a couple of clowns who escaped from the circus.”

“I have no idea what he saw in them, maybe you should ask.” Matt answered. “They are nothing more than money sucking pains in the ass who do as little work possible, and complain about the work that they are given. They would much rather discuss the office gossip then work, and try and take credit for work that is not theirs. Whenever I do finally get them to do something they act as if it was the hardest task ever assigned to man, and only do a half assed job of it anyway,” Matt ranted. “What The Dick was smoking that day I have no idea but he should really start to share.”

“Um, Matt…” Alexis started, only to be cut off by Matt.

“No, really though, there is no excuse as to why they are still employed here. If it was my company I would have fired them long ago. Scratch that, I never would have hired them. Useless couple of morons is what they are.”

“Matt!” Alexis said sharply.

“What?” he asked. He looked at her face and noticed her eyes jerk to a spot behind his head. Matt could feel the blood draining from his face. He turned around to see John standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey there Matty,”

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I’ve been single for a while. A sixty something six foot, hundred and ninety pound gay man with salt and pepper hair, a good job, and a modest paid for suburban home in a small Southern Ontario city.

I’m too old for the bar scene. The music is too loud. The pretty boys aren’t interested in an old fart, and I’m not interested in an unshaven, pot belly leather biker type. So I decided to try a gay online dating site.

###

Kevin started calling me ‘Debbie’ and it stuck, although my real name is Darrin. I’m five foot four, hundred and thirty five pounds, and have shoulder length auburn hair (this month). I’ve a fun job in a beauty salon, and rent a cute two bedroom apartment above it from my boss lady.

I kicked Kevin out when I realized the bitch was stealing from me. The Toronto ‘gayborhood’ is, like, an hour or more drive away, so like, nothing closer. So I thought ‘what the fuck Debbie?’ and started looking at dating sites on the ‘net.

***

Oh my! There’s a pretty little faggot. He’d be fun to play with. Says Ontario. Type in his code number. “Hello Darrin. My name is John. Would you like to talk?”

###

Ooh, nice suit. An older gentleman. Never had a relationship with an older man. Older woman, but that was like, ages ago. Marlene was cruel. He looks kind.

“Hello John. I’d like to chat. Can we hook up here tomorrow the eight? Would you like to see more intimate pictures of me?”

###

Well,fuck me gently. A come on to sell his cock shots. I am so naive. Probably all the stuff on these sights are trying to sell something. Well, even on line I can’t be rude, and it’s eight o’clock. “Darrin, I’m not interested in buying gay photo art. Best of luck and good health. John.”

There’s a quick reply. Good customer service anyway. Ha.

###

“Oh, John, Sir, I’ve offended you. I’ve never online dated before, I didn’t know the protocol. I’m not selling anything, I just want to meet someone. Sorry.”

Well, after my fuckup, we chatted. John liked when I called him ‘Sir’. I told him I was ‘Debbie’ and we started meeting online a few nights a week.

###

“Debbie, I’ll be straight with you. I’m not looking for a long term relationship. As I said, I was married to a lady for a while, and she’s still my friend, but I’m no good at long term commitments. What I hope to find is a nice young man who wants to play with me for a while. Go on dates, have some fun, no strings.”

###

Oh well, faggots can’t be choosers. “I understand, and appreciate your candor, Sir. I’d like to meet you in person. Maybe we could have some fun together.”

Turns out Sir lives in a city on the 401 corridor too. He suggested I choose a restaurant where we could meet for our first date. A public place. “not a burger joint, or a Timmys (Coffee chain) Debbie, someplace sort of mid range.” Oh yes!

###

Debbie chose a restaurant just off the highway in his city, about half an hour from mine. I parked beside his older Chev Cavalier.

Just as sweet in person. Low heel ankle boots, tan and brown stripped trousers, pink golf shirt under a dark brown leather bomber jacket with a grey fur collar, hair tied back in a pony tail reveling subtle gold ear studs. Gay but not ‘flamer’ gay.

###

Well, Sir is just as handsome in person, and a bit of a hunk! Canvas trench coat open to reveal a medium grey suit, white shirt çarşamba escort with powder blue pin stripes and a maroon tie with diagonal dark blue, pink and mauve stripes.

“Hello Sir, I’m Debbie.”

Hello Debbie. My you’re just as pretty in person.”

“Oh Sir!” I blushed. What a deep sexy voice.

###

“Shall we go in? Looks busy, did you make a reservation?”

“Of course sir. Just like you told me.”

Sweet young thing. Is it wrong to desire a young one? Not if he’s over twenty one, right? We were soon chatting comfortably over dinner. We’re going to have fun together.

We walked back to our cars. I pulled the paper out of my jacket pocket. “I’d like you to come visit me next weekend. Here’s instructions on how to find my place and my phone number. When you get to the corner of my street and Wellington, call me from the four way stop. Wear something pretty.”

###

We shared our first kiss in the parking lot. Sir was a good kisser. His embrace was gentle, but I could tell he was strong and fit. When I got home I changed into my favorite pink satin nightie and masturbated, thinking what I’d pack for next weekend and wondering what Sir’s house looked like, and if his cock was big and circumcised.

###

I think I’m going to enjoy having Debbie. I had a nice stroking as I thought about his tender little body when I got into bed. I gave the house an extra careful cleaning, Saturday morning I even dug out the gold satin sheet set for my bed. I’d bought a few bottles of wine in case Debbie didn’t drink rye, even bought some candles. Nervous energy. What if he’s a thief? Performance anxiety? Where is he? Did I leave out a turn on the instructions?

“Ring Ring”

“Hello?…Good. It’s the last house on the left in this block. I’ll open the garage door, just drive right in, it’s the house with the blue spruce in front.”

Debbie pulled his car in beside my Lexus.

Oh my God! From that moment on, I’ve called Debbie ‘her’. “Well aren’t you the most beautiful little faggot.” I blurted it out before I could stop myself. Luckily she took it the right way.

Her hair was divided into two pony tails tied with little pink plastic barrettes. Her makeup was just slightly slutty. She wore a jacket of short hair white fur with long hair dyed purple collar and cuffs on it’s cape style sleeves. Her deep purple velvet skirt had pink satin hearts sewn around it’s generous knee length hem. Her ankle socks, the kind with the pink lace ruffle around their tops were in pink patent leather flats

###

I blushed “Thank you, Sir.” Did you hear that! Sir called me a beautiful little faggot. Oh be still my heart.

I popped the trunk and took the garment bag from of the hook behind the driver’s seat. Sir took the suitcase and makeup kit from the trunk, then with his hand on the small of my back guided me into the house.

###

I set her bag down and slipped her makeup kit from under my arm, then hung her garment bag on the hall tree. I took her fur and hung it on a wooden hanger in the hall closet.

Her white cotton blouse had a peter pan collar with pink embroidery that was echoed across the tops of the breast pockets. The top three buttons were undone.

Damn. So sweet and tender looking, and I’d promised myself I had enough will power not to take her until after supper, çaycuma escort and it was barely noon. Love that slutty pink lip gloss and finger nails.. I picked up her bags.

“How about the fifty cent tour?”

###

Sir’s grey slacks and beige cashmere sweater look yummy. He’s in shape, that’s for sure.

Nice neat clean house. Three bedroom, two baths. We left my things in one of the small bedrooms. Oo, satin sheets on the big bed in the master bedroom. Modern kitchen, the wall from the dining alcove knocked out and replaced by an island with high bar stools on the dining side.

Sir served sandwiches and coffee for lunch. I was a bit shy. I think Sir was too.

###

We finished lunch. Debbie insisted on helping with the dishes. I let her wash since I knew where everything went. I was stalling. What to do next?

“Say, why don’t I show you around the neighborhood? There’s a nice park with a frozen pond a few blocks over. Neighbors skate on it. We could watch?”

Damn I’m smooth, for an old doofus.

The walk was nice. We were holding hands when we left the pond. Actually, Debby reached for my hand as we walked.

###

I was starting to wonder if Sir was having second thoughts. I took the initiative and held his hand as we walked back. I mean, he’s obviously well educated, and I’m just a faggot who does hair in a beauty salon.

Then he nuzzled my neck when he helped me off with my coat! “Pretty Debbie.” I leaned back into his arms.

Sir had a bottle of Riesling chilled and two glasses.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

We sipped. Sir’s kiss definitely said he was glad I was here. We necked and petted between sips.

###

“I’ve made reservations for supper, um. Would you like to go as you are, or change? I mean nothing wrong with your outfit, I don’t mean…”

“Can’t have Sir’s friends seeing him with a little ‘Lolita”, can we. I brought something just in case, but it’ll take a bit to get changed. You don’t mind waiting while I change, do you?”

“No, no. I’ll change too. Take your time.”

I shaved, change, then put on CNN while I waited. US politics, spectator sport for Canadians, eh.”

Wow! What a transformation. From slutty little tramp to sophisticated elegant lady even a straight would be proud to be seen with.

Her purple mid calf length dress was composed of three quarter inch wide crisp pleats from it’s hem to it’s wide waist band, then it rose in two triangles, overlapping at their base, of more pleats, pushed out subtly be modest breasts, then wrapping around behind her neck. A band of pleats fell straight down her back to meet he waist band again. On her feet were three inch spikes of narrow shiny dark purple straps that wove up to just above her ankles. Her makeup was subtle. A hint of blush, restrained eye treatment, red lip gloss that matched the stick on nails. Her earrings were pendulums of four thin gold bars, the longest about inch and a half long. Her arms were bare, which showed her gold bracelets and rings to advantage.

“My God Debbie! You look fabulous.”

Blush, giggle. “Thank you sir, you look very handsome too.” My turn to blush as I held her fur for her to slip into. I nuzzled her left ear.

“Mm, so pretty.”

###

Sir took me to a nice restaurant. A bit upscale, but not too formal. I feel so exotic. çayırova escort All dressed up and out on the town with a sophisticated hunk. And so attentive!

When we get back, I suggest I change into something more comfortable. He agrees.

When I return to the living room, there are candles lit and the lights low, but I can still see the look of approval on his face. He’s sitting on the couch wearing a long red satin bath robe.

###

Oh my! Debbie’s wearing just her heels and a sheer pullover baby doll with a ruffle of the same pink material around the collar, the cuffs of the puff sleeves and the hem. No jewels. Her little cock is pointing straight out. My cock is tenting up, then pushing out of my robe. I pull Debbie down to the couch. We kiss and fondle each other.

Bending down I push up the hem of her nightie. I kiss that sweet wienie. I kiss her velvety, hairless balls, then suck them into my mouth and give them a tongue massage, as I stroke her cock.

Sweet little cock. A small mouthful. I bob up and down. She’s mewling. Then she cums. So much cum for such a little sweetie.

We kiss some more. I feel her flat smooth chest. I flick and playfully pinch her little pink erect nipples through the sheer soft material of her nightie. Then she pulls my robe aside and slips to the floor.

###

Sir’s mouth is as talented as his hands. What hands! So magic as he feels me up.

His cock must be eight or nine inches long and two inches in diameter. Nice circumcised helmet. look at that little jewel of pre-cum. I dab it with my tongue, then lick and kiss up and down his shaft. His balls are covered in grey curlies. So much manly hair. I open my mouth and swallow. God, it’s big! Swallow, swallow, swallow, I bob up and down. Deep, to my gag reflex. So big. Swallow, swallow. Fondle those big hairy balls. Look up at his beautiful eyes as he massages my shoulders and runs his fingers through my hair. Swallow, swallow, swallow. Cum. Lots and lots of cum. I swallow as much as I can. It dribbles out the corners of my mouth. The lady at the makeup counter laughed when I asked her if this lipstick was blow job proof. Where did that memory come from? There’s cum dribbling down my chin as Sir lifts me onto his lap for a long sweet kiss. We kiss some more as I run my fingers through his grey chest hair as he strokes my back.

###

“Put your hands behind my back and hold on.”

I stand and carry Debbie in my arms to the bedroom. Observant little sweetie, she notices the antique crystal ash tray that’s become a condom bowl.

“Sir? May I?” She rolls a Trojan down my cock.

“Roll me over, hold me down and bugger me. Fuck my faggot ass. Give me a good ramming. Please?”

Snug little ass. Noisy little bitch!

“Uugh, uugh,” with each ram,”uugh uugh, yes oh! Harder deeper, uugh , yes.” I rub up and down that smooth thin white back as I stroke. “Sir, yes yes, uugh uugh.”

God, when was the last time I came like that!

###

God! Sir knows how to fuck a little faggot ass!

After as we lay there, Sir holding me in his strong gentle grasp,”Sir?”

“Mm?”

“Know what I love?”

“Mm?”

“When you call me a ‘pretty little faggot’.”

“Well, you are, sweetie.”

“Are what?”

“A pretty little faggot.”

“Mm. Sir?”

“Mm?”

“Can I be YOUR faggot? You can use me any way you want.”

“My own sweet cuddly faggot. Mm”

###

We talked every night. Three weeks later Debbie moved in. She soon found a job at a hair dresser here.

We’ll celebrate our first wedding anniversary next month. Debbie doesn’t know it but I’ve booked a week in Paris.

The End

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