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That night Laura couldn’t go to sleep. She thought about the chain of events that had started since she spotted Josh and Natalie last night. Deep inside she was in turmoil; on one hand she felt ashamed to even entertain such lustful thoughts. On the other hand there was a deluge of raging fantasies, things which she had dreamt of before but dared not speak of them to anyone, lest she be cast aside as a sex freak. Now an opportunity presented itself. “Carpe Diem” as they had been taught in Latin. “Opportunities multiply when they are seized” as her father often liked to say. “But what to do?” she thought over and over and no easy answers came to her. The worst part was that she could not even trust Alice with such a secret, there was no one she could confide in. With these thoughts in mind she drifted off into a fitful sleep.

She had lost all track of time. Blurry flashes darted in and out of her vision. When she tried to focus on one, it would vaporize, only to be followed by another. Laura was tormented; she wanted to shout “what do you want of me?”

– “What do you want from yourself?” came back the answer.

– “I don’t know, I don’t know! I can’t decide! Please help me decide!” pleaded Laura.

A deep rumbling laughter mocked her.

– “Help you decide? Do you think it’s that easy? I’ll help you decide, but at a price.”

– “What price, please tell me!” begged Laura.

– “You’ll soon find out” said the voice and abruptly everything turned pitch black around her.

– “What’s happening? What’s going on?”

– “Patience child, you’ll soon find out” echoed the voice in a soft, almost hissing tone.

She was alone in a room dressed only in her underwear and a t-shirt. The room had furniture in it and a faint light could be seen beaconing from a corridor. Come to think of it, the room seemed familiar and she was most certain she had seen it before but she was surrounded by this haze which made her thinking almost lethargic. Annoyed that she couldn’t remember where she was, Laura decided to head towards the source of light, perhaps there lay some answers to her questions. As she stepped into the light, she realized that the corridor stretched to both directions as far as the eye could see. The corridor was lined with doors some of which were ajar while others seemed firmly shut.

– “Where am I? What is this place?”

– “This is the place where you’ll find answers, child” said the voice.

– “How am I to find answers here? Why are some doors closed?” asked Laura in a childlike voice.

– “Do you think this is some sort of a guided tour? Answers, child, come at a cost. Nothing is given for free” the voice scolded her in an austere tone.

– “I’m sorry, I meant no offense. It’s just that I’m so confused and there is this annoying haze everywhere, which makes me dizzy.”

– “Once you start searching the haze will go away, that I can promise child” said the voice in a distant, softer tone.

Laura started to move towards the first half open door. As she moved towards it, the haze lifted and the light dimmed. She looked around and a revelation came to her; she knew where she was! She was outside Alice’s bedroom. Just as she was ready to open the door she heard giggles and laughs from the interior. She stopped trying to figure out to whom the voices belonged. One laugh certainly belonged to Alice, she was sure of that. The other didn’t register with her mind. Intrigued, she peaked şişli escort through the door. What she saw made her gasp. There was her best friend Alice clad in just her panties laying on top of another girl.

Without realizing it Laura pushed the door open and stepped inside the room to watch. After taking a better look she recognized the other girl as Anna, a friend of Alice’s from her piano class. The girls didn’t seem to take note of her presence; it was as if she wasn’t there. Dumbfounded, she watched as Alice begun to kiss Anna all over. Gently at first, with more passion as time passed by, Alice roamed with her lips and tongue over Anna’s body, while she writhed in sensual delight. She left no part of Anna’s body without attention; she nuzzled her neck, succulently sucked on her nipples and planted wet kisses on her abdomen. Anna was bucking her navel towards her, a sure indication that she craved more intimate attention from Alice. Alice though would kiss and bite her genitals above the fabric of her underwear, mercilessly refusing to take them off.

Suddenly, Alice stopped what she was doing and stood beside the bed. Like a vampire, she swooped on Anna’s neck biting and nuzzling her with animal – like ferocity, while at the same time her hands grabbed hold of Anna’s thong and ripped it to pieces. After this display of brute lust, Alice climbed back on top in a sixty nine position and proceeded to suck on Anna’s clitoris with renewed frenzy, while at the same time she forcefully grinded her navel on Anna’s face. Laura watched flabbergasted. She couldn’t fathom that Alice had such a fiery temperament in her. As she stood beside the bed watching, she felt the familiar hardening of her nipples, soon followed by a swelling in her vagina. Transfixed, she continued to observe as Alice, now flushed red allover and glistening with sweat, rode Anna’s face towards a cataclysmic orgasm.

Laura felt her labia moisten as her excitement rose higher and higher from all the visual stimulation she was receiving. Hungry with desire she looked around for a place to sit and relieve her tension. She sat on the chair beside Alice’s desk and took of her thong, mentally preparing herself for her orgasm and the relief which would soon follow. Slowly she moved her hand down her abdomen towards her throbbing genitals. Touching her clitoris, she felt a powerful current of intense pleasure course through her whole body. She closed her eyes concentrating on her own feelings, while in the background she heard the sounds of ecstasy that Alice and Anna where emitting.

Just as she was ready to climax, the room vanished and the haze returned. She was back in the corridor once more, just outside the door she had previously entered. Anxiously she tried to get once more inside; she desperately wanted to see this to the end but despite her efforts the door wouldn’t budge. The throbbing in her genitals had subsided somewhat, but to her dismay she was left with a frustrating swelling and wetness in her vagina. “What’s going on here? What’s the meaning of this? Why can’t I get back inside?” she asked aloud but no one answered. Miserably, she looked around. She could see another half open door nearby to which she headed with caution. As she peaked through, the haze lifted and she could see clearly once more.

Inside she saw someone very familiar to her. It was Robert, a friend of hers from the swimming pool and for whom she used to taksim escort have a massive crush. Robert was apparently peacefully sleeping on his bed. Afraid of yet another sexual encounter she decided to leave when she noticed Robert stirring in his sleep. Horrified, she tried to close the door, when all of a sudden, a strong gust of wind picked her off her feet and landed her in the room. Behind her the door closed with a loud bang. Looking around once more she saw that Robert had just shifted his head around and had resumed sleeping once more. As she gazed at him her stare was fixed on his genitals, which where tantalizingly within reach. “No…no…please no…” Laura thought as she averted her sight. She closed her eyes trying to think about anything else but Robert and his nakedness. Alas, her body seemed to have a mind of her own and the gentle throbbing she had endured since her last encounter quickened in pace and intensity. Opening her eyes she saw that although Robert was still soundly asleep, his cock was beginning to stir. Right before her eyes it grew, first exposing his scarlet colored glans, until finally it reached its full, rigid length. Laura gulped with amazement at what she was seeing. Inside her mind a battle was raging:

– “Can I touch it without him getting awake? Just a small touch nothing more. He won’t mind will he?”

– “Oh God, what am I talking about, what kind of a monster have I turned myself into? What’s happening to me?”

– “Come on…just a touch, he won’t mind, in fact he’ll probably enjoy it. If he wakes up even better for you.”

– “No…no…It’ll ruin everything, he’ll hate me, he’ll think I’m some kind of a freak creeping like this in his bedroom.”

– “Can’t you see his smiling in his sleep? He’s obviously enjoying himself! Perhaps it’s you he’s dreaming about. Why don’t you lend him a helping hand?”

Laura stared at Robert’s throbbing cock as it twitched and pulsed with his heartbeat. Unable to resist, she raised her hand and with her index finger she touched his cock just below the glans on what seemed like a pink landing strip. To her surprise it jolted upwards in response. Immediately she withdrew her hand, looking to see if she had woken him. Robert appeared peaceful, unaware of the intrusion. More boldly this time, she traced her finger on the entire length of the shaft, exploring his scrotum and his perineum before stopping to check on him. A thin smile had appeared on his face and he seemed to be murmuring something which Laura could not make out. His mind was obviously in a dreamlike state making him unaware of his environment. Emboldened, she continued her fondling, paying more attention to the sensitive tip this time. Her fingers swirled around his glans, paying special attention to the Y shaped pink area on the front. His cock responded by hardening even more. The bulbous tip darkened in colour appearing now deep purple in tone. His muscles started to flex as he stretched his legs and arched his back. Soon, a few drops of clear liquid appeared at the tip. Curious, Laura touched these with her fingers and saw that they were much like her own sexual fluids, acting as a natural lubricant. She proceeded to coat the glans with her fingertip and soon the upper part of his shaft was glistening.

Laura had never felt so aroused herself; her nipples where fully erect and their friction on her t — shirt felt almost painful. Her labia where completely şirinevler escort engorged and she could feel her juices leaking beyond her panties now. Her own relief was not far, she was sure. Her hand was now fully stroking his penis which felt as hard as wood to the touch. Robert stiffened and arched his back, his chest flushed red from excitement. Laura saw his scrotum sack rise and constrict in preparation of his ejaculation. She saw a tiny white droplet appear on the tip of his cock. And then everything vanished, the haze returned and she was once more lying outside in the corridor. What had not gone however was the stickiness in her palm and the maddening throbbing of her genitals.

– “No…no…please…no…Why do you torture me so? Please let me relieve myself!”

– “There is one final vision for you to see, child. Then you’ll have the answers you were looking for.”

She was instantly teleported on a double bed, in a room which she didn’t recognize. Twilight filled this room from some distant source of light which she couldn’t see. She had been completely stripped of both her t-shirt and her underwear and lay naked on the sheets. Something stirred from behind her pillow and before she knew it, she was blindfolded. Before she could react, her hands and legs were tied to the bed. She laid spread eagled, unable to move much, unable to see or hear anything. Fear crept inside her as she started to thrash about trying to free herself. Finally, panting with exhaustion she gave up her struggle. She felt a warm breath gently blowing on her genitals. Then she felt a face burrow itself on her pubic hair. Whoever it was, Laura could feel his nose firmly pressed on her mons pubis deeply inhaling her aroma. She felt a pair of hands gently massaging her inner thighs, whilst the face moved towards her outer labia. Soon, a playful tongue was swirling around her clitoris, while at the same time she felt a finger penetrating her inner labia.

Laura was certain that if there was a sexual paradise she was in it right now. A mouth clasped firmly on her clitoris and began to rhythmically suck on it. The finger she had felt before started making circular movement on the roof of her vagina while another one started to massage her anus. Laura closed her eyes and felt her body go tense in anticipation of a massive release. Her heart was racing, her breathing was labored and she was audibly whimpering now. As she opened her eyes…she was back in her room, in her bed. She gasped as the most powerful orgasm hit her again and again in what seemed like eternity. Clasping her hands over her navel she felt warm liquid being forcefully expelled from her vagina in short squirts. After a full minute of contractions, she collapsed on her bed unable to move a limb.

“Wow!” was all she could think. “Talk about a wet dream”. Her bed was a complete mess. The sheets where stained by her juices and the bed cover was off, exposing the mattress. Her underwear was damp and so where her thighs. Fearing she had peed herself she sniffed at the liquid but it was neither urine nor her normal vagina secretion. She looked at her digital alarm clock by her bed; it was nearly four AM. “I’ve got to clean up this mess before someone wakes and sees this” Laura thought. She bundled all her bed linen and put it in the laundry hamper as she did with her t — shirt and underwear. Next she had a quick shower as she felt hot and sticky from all those bodily fluids. There she noticed to her amazement that her genitals must have been so aroused in her dream, that they were still sensitive to the spray of water. After toweling off, she changed into a clean t-shirt and underwear and hopped on her bed. She drifted off to sleep with a big smile on her face.

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DISCLAIMER: The story you are about to read is purely fictional. Any possible similarities between the characters and events with people in real life are purely coincidental.

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It’s Tuesday again, just two days after my first and rather wild experience with anal sex. No, I did not get penetrated by anything phallic, but was sent a birthday gift of a wild Lithuanian girl who let me fuck her twice in her rather glorious ass. We ended up having traditional sex two more times after that. One week ago I was with two beautiful busty women who let me live out the pornographic fantasy most men dream of, and the week before that one it was a sexy delivery girl who helped me break out of a shell I’ve hidden in since my divorce a year and a half ago.

Am I a ladies man? A player? No. I’m just a mild-mannered guy with a very wealthy friend who wanted to get me something special for my birthday. Four weeks of mind-blowing sex with some rather gorgeous (and expensive) escorts. Throughout these three weeks I’ll say I’ve changed a lot inside. I used to be a guy who wanted to please everyone and always “played it safe”, but now I feel a more adventurous side has been awakened. The things I’ve done these past three weekends I’ve never done in my sexual history. Doors have been opened that won’t ever be closed, and I’m enjoying the new me that the experience has created.

So I said it’s Tuesday. I know these stories seem to keep starting off on Tuesday, but it’s the day I always go to have lunch with my wealthy friend Robert. Unfortunately my body isn’t fully 100% today. I feel a small amount of ache in my body as I walked, as if I worked out too much. The most recent girl, Zhanna, took me for a wild erotic ride and now I’m paying for it, hoping to be better by this weekend for my birthday. I’m sure the finale of this gift will be more “over the top” than anything Robert’s thrown at me.

Outside of lunch, Tuesdays are also a highlight of my week because I get to see the lovely Jacqueline. She’s Robert’s executive assistant, and I’ve danced with the idea of asking her out for weeks. Last week Robert gave me his blessing on asking her out. I know it seems silly to ask him when we’re all adults, but I didn’t want to step on any toes since she works for him. Despite the blessing, Robert asked I wait one more week now before I could ask Jacqueline out. It sucks, but I didn’t want to cross my best friend, so today it’ll just be the usual smiles, chit-chat, and minor flirtation.

The elevator door opened and there she was, sitting at her desk. She looked good in a blouse and slacks, her long dark hair hanging over her shoulders. She usually wears glasses when she works. Doesn’t bother me because I think it makes her look even more sexy and sophisticated.

Jacqueline: “Hi David. My, you look good today.”

I usually wear the normal business wear to work. Slacks, shirts, and ties. Lately though I decided to change things up. Today I wore a dark casual suit I had with a lighter-colored dress shirt that went with the suit. No tie, totally relaxed and stylish.

David: “Why thank you Jacqui. I’d definitely say the same about you.”

Jacqueline smiled and thanked me for the compliment.

Jacqueline: “Thank you David. Are you here to see Robert?” Didn’t he call and tell you he’s not going to be in today?”

David: “What?”

Jacqueline: “He said he was going to call you and cancel your weekly lunch today. He had to run over to a client’s office for a last-minute meeting.”

David: “Oh…well, he didn’t contact me. Duty calls I guess.”

Jacqueline: “I hear you. I’m about to go get some food myself.”

Suddenly, an idea struck me.

David: “Jacqui. Are you doing anything for lunch? Would you like to have lunch with me?”

Jacqueline: “Sure. That sounds great. Where do you want to go?”

David: “How about Carpecci’s? You ever been there?”

Jacqueline: “No. Not at all. It sounds good.”

Jacqueline then picked up her phone and dialed the operator to tell her she’s taking off to lunch and to take messages for Robert. She stood up and pulled on a suit jacket that went with her outfit. Damn she looked great.

We headed off to Carpecci’s just walking like two colleagues. It’s a nice spot for lunch. A rather Italian-garden style dining room with light and simple dishes catered to working professionals.

We took seats and placed orders for food and drinks. Jacqueline told me it was nice to get out of the office for lunch as she’s used to just working out and later eating at her desk. Luckily for me today her spin class instructor was out sick.

Our drinks came and we just chatted about usual stuff like work, fun things in our lives, Robert, etc. As we talked about Robert and wild things he’s done, she laughingly told me a avcılar escort story she did not know I already heard.

Jacqueline (giggling): “I have the ultimate. Robert recently had his lawyer call an ex-boyfriend of mine. He just laid into him, telling him all this stuff like how he should be careful who he crosses and how ‘Jacqueline Rydell is part of a very important family’. He literally had him believing I was some mafia don’s daughter or something. The guy probably had a nervous breakdown.”

David (laughing): “Why did Robert do that?”

Jacqueline: “Well, he cheated on me. I ended up getting an email one day that he meant to send to the little whore he was seeing on the side. Robert saw me distressed, fixed me a drink, and asked me what happened. I told him, and then this.”

David: “Wow, that was nice of him.”

Jacqueline: “Yeah. He’s like the crazy big brother I needed in my life.”

David: “I’m surprised you two never…you know.”

Jacqueline (giggling): “Oh gawd no. Robert’s many things. He’s handsome, wealthy, and even exciting, but he’s not for me. Not what I’d want in man. I’ve seen too much of his personal life floating in and out of the office for me to ever fathom him as a possibility. No way.”

David: “Really. Well, for a recent breakup you carry yourself well. You said this happened a week ago?”

Jacqueline: “Yeah. I guess it was easier this time. John and I were together for only a few weeks. I thought he was charming, but it was an act. Story of my life to be honest. Can you believe practically every man I’ve dated in my life cheated on me?”

David: “That’s a shame. I know how you feel though. I’ve been there too. Cheated on I mean, not the other way around.”

Jacqueline: “I got it. You don’t strike me as a cheater. I’m surprised you and Robert are such good friends. You both seem so different.”

A waitress arrived with our food and we both smiled and prepared our palettes for the meals before us. I noticed Jacqui has been occasionally turning her eyes to the left. I figured she was just a people watcher.

Jacqueline: “David, don’t turn your head, but there is some woman over by the wall to my left. She’s been staring at us with a dirty look ever since we arrived.”

I carefully turned my eyes to the left, not turning my head.

Jacqueline: “Over there in the red blouse.”

I turned my head a tiny bit to finally see who this person was. Oh crap…it was my ex-wife. I looked back at Jacqueline and rolled my eyes.

David: “Oh crap. I thought she moved to Florida.”

Jacqueline: “Who is that?”

David: “That…is my ex-wife. When we divorced she had gone to Florida to start her new life there. I figured she stayed there.”

Jacqueline: “What happened with you two?”

David: “It’s nothing huge. She cheated on me and all. I don’t want to ruin our lunch with past wounds.”

Jacqueline: “It’s ok. You can tell me.”

David: “All right. I met Rachel back in college. We dated for a few years and got engaged when we graduated. We married, bought a house together, and we were going to start a family.”

Jacqueline: “But?”

David: “Well, about three years ago, Robert was holding a charity affair at the art museum. Rachel and I went, and we were introduced to James Keats.”

Jacqueline: “The media mogul?”

David: “Yeah, owner of Keats Enterprises. Apparently when I went to get Rachel and I some drinks, they chatted up a bit and he slipped her his business card.”

Jacqueline: “Oh, what an asshole.”

David: “Agreed. So for a year, Rachel and James were having a very steamy affair behind my back. I was led to believe she was just very busy at work, trying to reach a certain position before slowing down to have kids.”

Jacqueline: “So how did you find out? Email sent to the wrong person?”

Jacqui giggled at the small joke. I just smiled sarcastically, not showing any sign of past pain.

David: “No. I got a call from my cousin saying she saw Rachel and James on TMZ. Apparently when she told me she had to fly to DC to take care of some business, she really went to the Bahamas with Mr. Keats.”

Jacqueline: “Oh, that’s terrible. You must have been embarrassed.”

David: “Yeah, but it’s the past. We divorced. She thankfully didn’t become a vindictive bitch in the divorce because she thought she was going to become Mrs. Keats and live her life in a mansion.”

Jacqueline: “Whoah…what happened then?”

David: “Six months later, Keats was seen with a lingerie model in New York. Rachel made a stink, but since they weren’t married, he simply kicked her to the curb.”

Jacqueline: “Gotta love karma, huh?”

David: “I think the biggest insult was when Rachel tried calling me, asking halkalı escort if I would give her another chance. If we could go get counseling and rekindle our marriage.

I was just insulted. I mean, I try to do the right thing by people, be a good guy, work hard, be responsible, respect people as human beings, etc…and for her to just think I was some sap who would gladly take her back….wow.”

Jacqueline: “Everyone always wants back what they tossed away in haste.”

David: “Exactly. It would be like if John begged you to come back.”

Jacqueline: “Oh gawd, I’d never go back there again. He can stay with that teenager he knocked up.”

We shared a laugh. Jacqueline turned her eyes again to check on my ex.

Jacqueline: “Wow…she’s literally throwing flaming daggers at me with those eyes. She must be fuming inside to see her ex-husband on what looks like a date. We should hold hands just to really piss her off.”

David: “Why?”

Jacqueline: “Cuz it’s fun. I’d so want John and the rest of my exes to see me like this. We can pretend we’re on a date, totally give them a reality check on their stupidity.”

I thought for a moment about Robert asking me to wait until after my birthday, but this was the opportunity and I wasn’t going to let this pass. I love my buddy, but I’m tired of “playing it safe”.

David: “Why pretend?”

Jacqueline: “Huh?”

David: “I’m serious. Why pretend? Have dinner with me this week.”

Jacqueline: “What are you saying?”

David: “I’m saying why pretend to be on a date and let’s just go out on a date. You and I. I know a great French bistro that just opened with a beautiful garden patio.”

Jacqueline has a small look of shock on her face, and then looked down at her plate.

Jacqueline: “David, I can’t. That place sounds really nice, but I have to work a lot this week and then fly out to Denver this weekend. Robert has me taking care of some business for him.”

My first thought was “D’OH!” Like many men, I know that an excuse like that is generally a rejection. I guess she might find me nice as a colleague, but I’m not what she wants in terms of dating. I spent a few seconds telling myself I wouldn’t let this wreck my spirit. So what if Jacqueline isn’t the one? I’ll go out more, I’ll join dating sites, I’ll meet other women, and I’ll get back in the game.

Then she surprised me with the next thing she said.

Jacqueline: “I am totally free next week though…if it’s ok with you.”

BOOM! That hit me like a bolt of lightning. Is it ok with me? Of course it is. All that insecurity literally flew out the window at Mach-1. I felt amazing.

David: “Definitely. How about next Wednesday then at 7? Give you enough time to get over the weekend travel and the beginning of the work week.”

Jacqueline smiled: “I’d love it. Here, take my cell phone number down. I gotta get back the office.”

We traded and entered cell phone numbers and personal email accounts into our respective smartphones before getting up to leave. As we headed towards the door, Jacqueline grabbed my arm as if we were a couple.

David: “What the?”

Jacqueline: “Shhhhh…just go with it.”

We walked out of there with a cold chill coming over us. I have a feeling my ex was wishing a death ray would come out of the sky and disintegrate us, or at least Jacqueline. As soon as we cleared the visible view from Carpecci’s she gently released my arm and we both shared a laugh. Jacqueline was sure my ex would be home tonight with a pint of Hagan Daas, on the phone with her friends going off about what she saw, but I honestly didn’t care. Rachel is my past, and I wanted Jacqueline to be my future.

We got back to Robert’s office and said our goodbyes. Jacqueline even gave me a small peck on my cheek.

Jacqueline: “Thanks for lunch David. It was fun. I’ll see you next week.”

David: “May your weekend be easy on you.”

Suddenly we heard a voice from Robert’s office.

Robert: “David? Is that you? Get your butt in here.”

Jacqueline: “Have fun…”

I left Jacqui to her work as I walked into Robert’s office and closed the door behind me. Robert was sitting behind his desk with a salad as I sat down.

Robert: “Sorry I had to miss lunch.”

David: “You should have called.”

Robert: “Why? So you could eat a sandwich at your desk as opposed to going to lunch with Jacqui?”

David: “Did you plan that?”

Robert: “In all honesty, no. I really did have to go to a client and I forgot to text you. I’m sorry about that buddy.”

David: “Don’t worry about it. It all worked out.”

Robert: “Definitely. Look at you. You finally did something as opposed to playing it safe.”

David: “Denver?”

Robert beylikdüzü escort laughed: “I so knew you wouldn’t wait…even though I asked you to. So I made sure Jacqui was totally busy this week. You’re birthday is this weekend after all.”

David: “I know, but I was hit with an opening and an opportunity. I took a chance and it worked out. I’m taking her out next Wednesday.”

Robert: “I’m not surprised. It’s obvious she likes you. Don’t blow it buddy.

Putting that aside, you ready for this weekend?”

David: “I dunno Robert. That last girl was an animal. I’m still sore from everything she did.”

Robert: “Anal’s a different world, isn’t it?”

David: “Yeah, definitely. I felt like a rag doll with her.”

Robert: “You needed it. You spent ten years having bland sex with one woman. You had one girlfriend in High School you never touched and then married the chick you met in college. It’s good to see you happy again, loose, confident, even dating now. You needed to just experience it all sexually. Live my life basically.”

David: “True, and I won’t say it wasn’t fun. However, I’m still not you in this sense. I like stability, monogamy, love, the closeness.”

Robert: “Whatever makes you happy bud. I know this weekend will be the big finale.”

David (laughing): “I hope I survive. Zhanna left me pretty sore.”

Robert: “Don’t worry buddy, this week you’ll be well taken care of.”

I chatted with Robert for another thirty minutes before I had to go back to my own work. When I left I didn’t see Jacqueline at her desk. Probably had to run an errand. The rest of my work week went like always, and the weekend came.

I found myself now in my bed, naked, kissing someone soft, tender, and smelling so nice. My hands were caressing her naked skin as I could hear her breathing heavy and moaning to my touch.

My eyes opened from the kiss, and it was Jacqueline. She was here, in my bed, making love to me. I felt her climb on me and slide my hard cock into her wet pussy, grinding on me as we kissed passionately. She felt so good.

Suddenly she flipped around. I was spooning her as she guided my hardness into her warm folds again. I fucked her relentlessly, feeling her beautiful ass bouncing off my body, her moans sounding like a symphony.

She then turned her head and looked at me, my cock still deep in her.

Jacqueline: “Don’t stop David. I want to feel you.”

At that moment I heard something very loud and found myself alone in my bed. It was the middle of the night, and it was thunder storming outside. A clap of thunder apparently ripped me out of a wonderful dream. I laid there in my bed, covered in sweat, my manhood at full mast, longing to be back in that dream.

I got up for a moment and got a glass of water. What a dream. I could only hope I see it become a reality. My big man was throbbing, which made me happy the apparent soreness from Zhanna slowly disappeared over the week. I thought about pulling up some Internet porn and relieving myself, but I held back. It might be very early on Saturday, but Robert’s got something big planned for me, and I’m better off saving myself for the real thing.

I crawled back into bed and managed to doze off for a few more hours until I awoke around 8AM. I unfortunately didn’t get to go back to my wonderful Jacqueline dream, but I did manage to sleep. It was Saturday and I just turned thirty-six.

I spent most of the day in my usual regimen of lounging, getting in a workout, and getting the house prepared for later. I fielded phone calls from relatives wishing me Happy Birthday and even made plans to go see my parents tomorrow. After hanging up the phone though I wondered what shape I might be in.

The whole day I was excited and a little nervous. Part of my excitement was my date with Jacqueline next Wednesday, but most of the combination of excitement/nerves was aimed at whatever Robert was sending me. Would I get a girl coming out of a cake in her “birthday suit”? Or perhaps an orgy of Ashley, Sarah, Elena, and Zhanna combined? Or would Robert be an ass and send me a dominatrix? So many possibilities.

“DING DONG!”

7:52 PM hit and my doorbell rang. I has showered and dressed myself in jeans with a nice shirt. Funny how this is the only week out of the four I actually was dressed/prepared for it. I came to the door and looked through the keyhole and saw several women. I opened the door and saw four women standing there in scrubs, hair tied back.

Yasmin: “Hi, are you David?”

David: “Yes I am.”

Dana: “Robert sent us here. We heard you’re sore, and we’re here to take good care of you.”

Thankfully I wasn’t sore anymore from Zhanna’s wild sex last week, but I was feeling a tiny bit disappointed. There were four girls there, but they looked more like home care nurses as opposed to escorts. Scrubs aren’t the most flattering thing on a woman, and their hair tied back didn’t make me hot and bothered. Even their feet had canvas shoes on, no sexy high heels.

David: “Come in. What are your names?”

Dana: “My name is Dana.”

Yasmin: “Yasmin.”

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Stay safe…..

Linda’s words hung in Howard’s thoughts as he pulled in outside of his hotel. A diverted flight left him with no option but to stay over for the night and complete his journey home tomorrow. His chosen hotel looked fairly plush, but it also looked very busy. Something confirmed as the concierge led him into a noisy lobby.

“Is there some sort of party on?”

“Oh yes sir. It’s a gathering of writers I believe. But all ‘in house’ functions are open to hotel guests, so please use the bar as normal.” A gathering of writers, it sounded an interesting fly on the wall opportunity for an amateur author like himself. Having a very odd mind, Howard considered what the collective noun for such a group would be. Would all of the men be wearing cravats? His normal bar or gym decision was easy tonight, it was past nine pm. And the bar sounded fun.

Throwing his attaché case into the room, he started the shower, then unpacked his overnight bag and laid out a casual shirt and trousers on the bed. The water felt good, and soon washed away the tiredness of his day. He was surprised how aroused he was. Linda’s emails had really turned him on, and he’d stayed that way. They’d come out of the blue, after she had read one of his stories on the net, and were quite explicit. It wouldn’t have taken much effort with his right hand to rid himself of his frustration, but he was enjoying it. Her comments had increased the flow of his creative juices, as well as other, more physiological fluids.

The bar was typical of a hotel, with a small dance floor and a stage. Gentle music came from invisible speakers and a group of thirty or so people chatted in the corner.

“Can I get you something Sir?”

“Oh yes please, a Jack Daniel’s with ice.” The small whisky arrived, and was gone almost immediately.

“Sir.”

“Yes please,” Howard replied. He was clearly tenser than he thought.

Howard looked around the group of writers to see if there was anyone famous. There wasn’t. So after a little while he looked at other couples and individuals to see if anyone needed a conversation partner. A couple came into the bar, and a rock immediately hit Howard in the stomach. It couldn’t be, could it? The reaction in his groin strongly suggested that last thought to be wrong. The last time that he’d seen her was in a picture in her email. She’d been standing topless for the camera to give him an intimate view of her. Now she was dressed in a knockout black dress. And it was her. The dress was low cut front and back, and had a deep split in its side. She looked stunning.

He suddenly realised that he was staring at her, so he quickly turned back to the bar. A little too quickly apparently, he saw her reflection in the mirrored bar, both her and her male companion were looking at him. Howard’s mind was racing, what should he do? He was sure that it was Linda, from her picture, but she would have no way of recognising him. And would she welcome him anyway? Quickly he wrote two words on a cocktail napkin, and called over the barman.

“Yes sir.”

“I’d like you to deliver the lady’s drink with this napkin. Make sure that she sees this note.” Howard handed over the note and a ten-pound note.

“That’s very kind sir, am I to indicate who it was from?”

“No no, not yet.”

“As you wish sir” The barman went to the couple and took their order. Howard watched impatiently as he returned to the bar, and dispensed vodka and coke, and a glass of beer. He nodded as he passed Howard to deliver his message. Howard nodded back, and took a sip of his whisky to settle his nerves. He watched through the mirror, as the barman carefully laid out the couples drinks, the man’s first, followed by Linda’s. He then handed them their napkins. She thanked him, and put the napkin down on the table. The man paid the barman and tipped him, the barman then, a little theatrically, took Linda’s napkin and unfolded it for her. She didn’t see the message at first, but after a few seconds her eyes locked onto his words… Her words.

Stay safe…..

She realised instantly who she had used those words with in the last day or two. She looked towards the bar and noticed the man sat there looking at her via her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t react instantly, she didn’t want to make Tony aware of the message she had just been passed. She wanted to think about her next move before making it.

Linda was enjoying her drink and was chatting with Tony when somebody came up to him and started talking to him. Linda realised that this was an opportunity and excused herself and stood and walked towards Howard, he turned slightly on his stool as she walked past, she looked him in the eyes and winked at him as she went past towards the ladies. He heard her say ‘Explorer69’, he now at least knew that she had connected the words on the napkin to him.

He decided to remain seated and continued to his enjoy his drink and wondered what would happen next. He noticed that Linda’s companion fatih escort was still talking to the other man.

Linda reappeared from the ladies, she paused beside him to order another drink. Howard notice that her hand was balled up into a fist which she brushed against his hand. He opened his hand and she passed him something and then walked off with her drinks back to her table.

Howard turned back to observe Linda in the mirror and discover what she had passed him. It felt soft. He then realised she had passed him her silk thongs. Although he could feel something else. He put the knickers in his pocket and then discovered a piece of paper which had her name and room number on it and the message ‘Join me at mid-night.’

He ordered another drink to steady his mind. What should he do….he viewed the note almost as an order rather than a request…… He thought about what they had spoken about in their emails, a meeting of any type was breaking all her own rules, but she was calling the shots so he decided to go along with her request.

The time dragged by, he tried to occupy his mind, but it was difficult when you were observing such a beautiful and sexy women only feet away from you. He noticed when the music started she was one of the first people on the small dance floor, her partner reluctantly joined her and went through the motions, whilst she seemed to have boundless energy and gyrated her body to the heavy beat to the music. Howard noticed that Linda was joined on the floor by a beautiful blond woman who appeared to know Linda, they laughed and giggled a lot. Linda’s partner excused himself and left the two girls to dance together. Howard watched as they talked to each other, Linda said something in the woman’s ear and then they moved around and the blond looked across to Howard.

Howard was careful to moderate his alcohol in take and started drinking mineral water, at about 11.15 he noticed that Linda and her partner were starting to say their good byes to the people around them and they walked out of the room. She gave him a nod as they walked past.

Howard decided it was time for a quick shower to freshen up. He got back to his room and dived in, he couldn’t resist playing with himself in the shower, but knew he had to control his desires for a little bit longer.

He dressed and then went to seek out room 323. He approached the door quietly his nerves were doing somersaults in his stomach. He lightly knocked on the door, he was not sure if it had been heard. He heard movement behind the door. After a brief pause the door opened. He saw the face of Linda.

Howard went to say something, but she put her finger to her lips to stop him. She took his arm and pulled him in to the room, closing and locking the door behind him. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him. His hands went to her body. She was dressed in a silk gown. He stopped not knowing if anybody else was in the room. She looked in to his eyes and took his hand and led him in to the bedroom.

Her tongue invade his mouth, its stiffness mirroring his own hardness as it darted and probed, teasing, promising…..Linda’s tongue…Linda’s body…

Adrenaline began coursing through him, blotting out other feelings of morality and humanity as she was pressed against him, pushing against him as though she were the man and he the woman. Her ferocity excited him, challenged him. The delicious foreplay of their writings had goaded him, taunted him even. Now he wanted her to pay – she needed to pay.

He pulled at her gown, desperate to unwrap her and take her, to complete the picture he’d built of her. Her leg raised around him, long and sinuous.

The bed was only a few feet away. Too far. He pushed her to the floor, bending his head between the offered, opening limbs. He forced her legs further apart, the smooth nylon of her white stockings cool against his hands, then lowered his mouth to her sex.

His breath danced across her heated pussy, so close it was impossible to tell if he was touching there or not, making her moan. He held her immobile as she twisted beneath him, attempting to force him to do as she wished, her elegant nails dug hard into the smooth flesh of his shoulders. He breathed again; another moan, a demand now. He relented slightly and pushed his tongue against her. She arched upwards, demanding more. He ran his tongue upwards, stopping beneath the target she so needed.

“Please…”

No.

He began again, now more slowly, locking his hands against her writhing body. Then again and again, never breaking contact, over and over, her flesh now liquid, slithering beneath his tongue. Time after time, forever, until she began to cum from the sheer pleasure of denial. She would cum. Nothing could stop her.

Suddenly he stopped. Panic and rage flooded her as the tongue left her for one cruel, agonising instant.

Oh please God, please…..

Then he instantly, harshly touched her clitoris with his zeytinburnu escort tongue and she exploded with pleasure. He ran his tongue round and round, the tip pressing onto her rhythmically and softly as her orgasm took her. Then more; more licking, more invasion, until the waves of orgasm crashed inside her time after time, pinned beneath his firm hands, his flickering tongue…

Linda exploded in a rush of pleasure, she pushed her clitoris hard against his tongue. Her juices were coating his face in abundance. He continued his torture; her orgasms were coming in shorter and shorter intervals until they merged in to one. Linda gripped his shoulders so hard her nails punctured his skin, he cried out and became more and more determined.

Using her own lubrication on his fingers he slid first one finger in to her arse and then another. He fucked her with his fingers in a cork screw action, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris, he watched as she threw her head from side to side. She was playing with her breasts massaging them twisting her nipples until they stood out to attention.

He leaned his head forward and took her nipple in to his mouth sucking at first and then he gripped it between his teeth and rolled it from side to side. She cried out in pain or was it pleasure and pain. He soothed it by sucking gently, she held his head as if he was her baby feeding from her breasts. As he sucked he could taste her milk, such was the power of her emotions.

He sucked on the other breast with similar results looking in to her eyes as she came down from her orgasm. She looked drunk, her eyes in a gaze, she was in a haze, a habit that wanted feeding. And his cock knew what she wanted. His weapon was straining and leaking pre-cum like a pedigree dog on heat that’s found a bitch to mate with.

He shifted forwards picking her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, dropping her down on it, he quickly threw off his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Once again he climbed between her long legs. Lifting them up wards and over his shoulders. Pushing forwards he pushed her legs back, exposing her pussy to his cock.

He teased the large glistening head around the entrance to her pussy. Oh this was worth waiting for, he pushed forward her tight outer lips enveloping his cock as it slid in like a well oiled piston. but this one brought extreme pleasure not power..

She gasped as he pushed in, inch by inch. Her eyes were closed and screwed up as she cried out as he hit her limit, he pushed harder and finally he was fully in. He could feel her muscles tightly gripping his cock around the head. Pausing briefly to savour the feeling.

Howard was now in full control of Linda, he used his experience and control to prolong her pleasure as he slowly eased his cock in and out in long slow deliberate strokes. She could feel the veins on his cock rippling inside her as he moved in and out, but never coming out completely. He moved his cock in a delightful circular motion, stirring her insides and pressing on her clitoris as he full penetrated her.

The pressure on his sensitive cock head was intense he was grasping and grunting trying to overcome the desire to let go. But he was very determined to last as long as possible. Linda was starting to push up wards to meet his strokes their combined efforts were taking them both to new extremes of pleasure.

He could sense he was close and started to power in to her using all his strength. With no mercy he brought her to another orgasm before, finally, he flooded her pussy with his spunk.

Linda could feel his cock spasming, pulsing and pumping hot globules of sperm deep inside her womb. He eventually let her drop her legs down until they encircled his waist. She locked her ankles behind his back; the smooth feeling of her stockings against his skin was delicious.

He gave her soft, soothing, kisses as they both came down from their sexual high. But the look in Linda’s eyes told him she wasn’t finished with him quite yet.

For several minutes they both lay there, the exhaustion from their lovemaking overcoming them, as their bodies and minds began to relax into the situation.

Howard lay, almost motionless, on his back as Linda, still wearing just her white self supporting stockings, lay on her side beside him; her head nestled comfortably in the crook of his shoulder; his arm around her. His fingers began to slowly run up and down her back very lightly. Linda closed her eyes and concentrated on the delightful feel of Howard’s soft caresses. With her eyes closed she now noticed the soft scent of his deodorant on his body, mixed with the manly scent of his sweat, and the feelings began to return to her womanhood nestled between her long legs.

Linda slid her hand over onto his chest and slowly began to rub her open palm across his slightly hairy skin. The feel of her hand caused him to take a sharp breath as her hand began to slide downward towards bağcılar escort his groin. Slowly she inched it downward, her eyes now open and gazing at his semi hard cock, and delighted in the sight of it beginning to grow again the closer her fingers came to it. She liked a man who could get hard almost immediately after cumming inside her.

Slowly her fingers crept down. Slowly Howard’s cock began to grow. Her fingers touched the hairs surrounding it and the moment they did so his cock shuddered, as did his whole body. Finally her hands were there; at the base of his now erect prick.

Gently she touched the shaft awaiting her probing fingers. Slowly she slid her hand upwards to the head, then slowly back down again. With a short, quick movement she let his cock go and slid her hand over her wet pussy, coating it in her love juices, then returned it immediately to clutch the shaft of his cock again. His body arched upwards as her fist gripped his thickness. The silky wetness from her pussy causing her hand to slide easily up and down. Howard closed his eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her hand as she slowly began to wank his stiff cock.

Her head moved and she kissed his lips briefly before moving her lips to his chest. Another quick kiss and then southwards again. She moaned to herself as her lips touched his pubic hairs and she felt the base of his cock against her mouth. Her hand suddenly released his now pulsating cock and was replaced by the wetness of her soft lips. Gripped tightly together they slowly parted as her mouth slid expertly over Howard’s thick shaft. In one thrust she took him all into her mouth. A slight pause and then she let her teeth scrape the shaft as she pulled her head away but not letting the head of his thick cock leave her wet lips. Another thrust of her head and he was deep inside her again. The naked skin of his thick cock sending tingles through her own body. She wanted this cock inside her again. But later. This was HIS time. She would hold her own desires back for later; right now she was content to blow Howard’s mind as well as his cock.

Without letting his shaft leave her mouth she adjusted her position so that she was knelt between his open legs. Her hand slid under him and her finger slid easily into his arse. Deep, deep but gentle. At the feel of her finger sliding into him his hips jerked forward and his cock rammed her throat hard. Her mouth gripped tighter as she felt the tip of his cock penetrate the confines of her throat. Her head went back slightly and she took it all. She took the whole length of his thick, probing, prick deep inside her throat. Her head pulled out as her finger left his arse. Then just as suddenly her finger rammed back in and her head jerked downward to meet his thrusting cock.

Faster and faster she picked up the pace as she finger fucked his arse and mouth fucked his throbbing cock. Up and down, her teeth scraping his flesh, she began to suck on the thick shaft inside her. Her finger continued to ram in and out of his rectum as she listened to his loud moans of pure pleasure. She could feel her wet juices as they seeped from her screaming pussy. He was close. He was very close.

And so was she. She didn’t need penetration to orgasm. She didn’t need a cock to bring her to the heights of pleasure. But she was on the verge of her own orgasm without even a touch to her womanhood.

Her mouth tightened even harder around Howard’s jerking cock and she pulled her finger from his arse just as she suddenly changed position by swinging around and dropping her naked cunt onto his upturned face. His hands grasped her hips and pulled her down onto him as his tongue lashed out at the wet hole awaiting him. She almost screamed onto his thrusting cock as her orgasm struck. His tongue delved deep into her as she spurted onto it with her hips thrusting against his stiff tongue.

Howard erupted. With a loud inaudible moan into her wet slit his cock jerked hard into her mouth and she delighted at the feel of his hot, thick cum spurting into her in globules that slid easily down her throat and into her waiting stomach. And she wanted more. As her own orgasm was still rippling through her body she began to suck at his still spurting cock. Wave after wave of hot cum slammed into the back of her throat as she sucked greedily on his thrusting cock. She delighted in the feel of the thick sperm as it shot into her over and over again. Her pussy was still seeping juices over Howard’s probing mouth as he finally emptied the last of his spunk deep into her throat. Again she swallowed and felt it slide easily down into her before she rolled her perspiring body from his and lay, head to toe, beside him.

For more than 5 minutes they lay there without speaking. Suddenly Linda glanced at her watch. She began to wonder what had happened to her plan. But she worried needlessly. She smiled to herself as she heard the door to the hotel room open….

Howard looked up and noticed a blond woman, the blond he had seen earlier talking with Linda, but who was she? She had changed and she was now wearing a French maid’s uniform, short and oh so sexy with her stocking tops clearly visible. The crisp white blouse open to allow her breasts to be seen, the deep valley of her cleavage looking very inviting.

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Chapter One

My wife and I have been married for 9 yrs. Our sex life has been what most would consider cold with no passion. I have understood though and that’s why I have hung in there. She was sexually abused from the time she was a little girl and that has caused her a lot of issues when it comes to sex. This has been very frustrating for me because I want so much to make love to my wife and can’t because she feels so dirty about sex and just wants it over with as quick as possible. Its so sad because she is beautiful and has never learned the pleasures making love can bring. This is the story of what saved our marriage and taught her to feel like a woman should in the bedroom.

I was getting pretty depressed after 9 yrs of trying everything I could and reading every article I could find to get Renee to open up and relax to enjoy the bedroom. Renee has tried but her issues have been to deep. She does want to overcome this and learn, as she just turned 41 and has never experienced really making love. For a long time I felt it was our age difference as I am 14 yrs older than her. I always say we are the Beauty and the Beast, Renee looks at least 10 yrs younger than her age and has a beautiful and sexy body. I on the other hand am just the opposite. She is 5’10” tall with long legs, long blonde hair, 38d and a perfect round ass. She

has requested to go to a sex therapy class for couples and that was what this story is about.

We arrived at the class a little early and both of us were nervous cause we had not done anything like this before. This was a big step for her and I was proud that she would make this effort. The classroom had a half dozen mats spread out on the floor with one up front by its self. We were the second couple to arrive and were greeted by the therapist, a beautiful woman in her mid to late 30’s with brown shoulder length hair and green eyes. She introduced herself as Karen and walked us to the mat next to the other couple. They were in their late 20’s and very well looking and clean cut.

With in the next 15 minutes all the couples had arrived. Karen stood in the front of the class and had us all take turns introducing ourselves and tell our stories as to why we were in the class, and what we wanted to get out of it. After that Karen passed out an outline ataşehir escort of what to expect over the next 6 sessions.

Karen started out explaining how important passion is in the bedroom and how it brings couples closer together and builds a stronger bond between them. She then had us show her how we kissed and said that passionate kisses play a very important role in making love. Then the next step she said was as a couple we had to learn about our body and our partners body. What feels good and what does not. Karen asked us all to disrobe, now this was really frightening to Renee, she started to shake and spoke out loud. ” I do not think I can take my clothes off in front of strangers!”

Karen replied, “Its ok, no one has to do anything they do not want or are uncomfortable with. You are all here to learn and some things will take time. Just watch and do what you can. Everyone is here for the same reason and you will benefit from what you put into it.”

“Hey sweetie, I will keep mine on too, that way you do not feel like the only one.”

“Thank You Babe!” She responded and added, ” I love you and I’m scared.”

” I know you are and I love you too. We will get thru this together at your pace.”

I held her in my arms as we watched the class explore each others bodies. They would kiss , lick and caress every inch of their partners body. After several minutes of seeing this all around us I felt Renee’s hand start rubbing the inside of my thigh.

Renee whispered in my ear, ” I am really getting turned on, this is the first time I have ever seen anything like this in person, that was not on a movie. And this is really hot. Take your clothes off so I can get to your body. I can see by their reaction what turns each of them on and it’s a little different with each one. Maybe its time I see what you like.”

I took my clothes off and she started caressing and kissing all over my body starting from my neck and working her way down. She would do all the things she was seeing the others do. Stopping in certain areas and using her tongue in circles. If she felt I liked it she would repeat it a few times before exploring other areas.

“Wow, could it be possible that this class is working on the very first maltepe escort night?” I said to myself silently. She has never even attempted to do this in the 9 yrs we have been married. She would use her hands while she watched the others and then work with her tongue and mouth for awhile. When she started licking the length of my hard shaft and then took in each of my balls as she lightly sucked them, I almost blew my nut at the excitement as she was doing things she had never even tried before. She spread my legs and lifted my ball sack and began licking her tongue in circles under my ball sack. “What a quick learner you are my dear!” I moaned.

” I am so wet right now, I want you to do the same to me.” said Renee.

She was already half undressed and I never even noticed. In seconds she was naked.

I could see her excitement and her heavy breathing as she exposed her sexy body. I asked, ” are you ok with this?

” If I wasn’t I would not be so wet.” As she stuck her fingers between her legs and lifted them up to show the juices dripping off her fingers. She then sucked what was left of her sweet juice off. ” Besides these couples are to busy to be watching me so show me some more of this.”

I started kissing her neck and lightly using my tongue in circles along her neck and shoulders. She would tighten up when I hit certain areas and I would stay there for a moment before moving on down. Her whole body tightened up as my tongue went on the side of her breast from under her arm up the side of her breast and circled her nipple. I spent several minutes repeating this from side to side. This brought several deep moans from her. As I started moving down and circling her belly button she started to push my head lower as if she wanted my head between her wet thighs now. I was going to make her wait and really want it before I got there. So I slipped right on by and went down her leg to her toes. I then worked my way up, with my tongue, along the inside of her leg and then repeated this on the other side. I worked my tongue all the way up to her wet slit and then stopped and went down and licked in circles just below her opening, tasting her sweet nectar that was running out of her pussy and down her ass cheeks. As my tongue moved pendik escort up toward her hole she started to moan with a very deep voice. When I stuck my tongue deep into her tight throbbing pussy and my nose rubbed her clit, it sent her into an orgasm that seem to last for a couple of minutes and I sucked and licked every drop I could as she started gushing her best orgasm I have seen her have.

“Ok class, sit up for our discussion now before we end this session.”

Renee just rolled over and put her head in my lap. ” I do not have the strength to sit up just yet.” She replied.

Karen began to ask each couple what they learned this evening. When she got to us she asked, with a smile on her face, ” well it looks as though you may have made a discovery tonight. Would you like to tell us what you discovered about yourself tonight Renee?”

Renee’s face turned bright red and to my surprise she answered, ” I found out what a turn on it is to watch other people touch and turn each other on.”

“Yes, Renee, I watched you and it was obvious that your voyeur side came out. But that is what this class is for. Voyeurism is very common, not every one wants to admit it for fear of being labeled a freak. Its actually very common and a lot of people, men and women alike, have this turn on. Its perfectly normal. Your sex life is yours and your partners alone and you should never feel bad, guilty, or ashamed of what turns you on. There is nothing dirty about enjoying a great sex life, however you want to enjoy it.” Karen looked at the clock and said, ” Times up, I will see all of you next week for session two.”

On the way home Renee leaned over and whispered in my ear. ” I love you and that was the biggest orgasm I have ever had. Now I will surprise you with a special treat!”

She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and totally inhaled it into her mouth. In 9 yrs she has only given me 5 blow jobs and never while driving. I was so hot from the class as soon as her lips went all the way to my balls I knew I was going to cum right away. I went to pull her head away. I’m cuummming, ooohhhh baby. She did not pull away but sucked harder as my hot cum shot deep down her throat. She swallowed several times then sat up and wiped her chin, she looked at me with a smile and said, ” I can’t believe I have been missing out all these years.” She fell asleep on my shoulder after that and when we got home and in bed she leaned over and kissed me goodnight and said, ” I cant wait to see what we learn next week.”

That was the first night I have gone to sleep with a smile on my face in a long time. I slept like a baby.

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Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone’s, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out of print books.

It was here that Tracey Smith works as a salesperson as well as the arbiter between the two owners that were middle aged and live above the shop. The fact that they are gay didn’t faze Tracey in the slightest and these disputes were so trivial that she laughed at them as she tried to resolve their differences.

She constantly brought them down to earth with her home spun philosophy and in spite of their sexual orientation, loved them both. They were good employers and knew their books from A to Z and were most affable to clients who came to the store. It was only when these were missing did they bitch at one another and it amazed Tracey how they had stayed together so long.

It had been somewhat difficult when she had applied for the vacancy of a sales clerk to convince them to hire her. Both had wanted a male clerk and said it quite bluntly, but then she was quick to point out that they would then forever be arguing as to who was going to take him to bed first. So the simplest thing was to employ her and as she was female, give them some credence in the High Street. The logic of her argument was accepted and she had got the job. That was two years ago.

She was a happy vivacious girl of twenty two, brown hair, brown eyes in a pretty face. Five foot six and tended to be a slight thicker round the waist that she had wished, but her bust compensated for this as well as having a nice pair of legs with trim ankles. Having worked there for so long, she was able to discern the nature of the person who came into the shop and she instantly knew whether to turn on her charm or call one of the two owners to deal with them. This was a bonus as far as these two gays concerned with her astuteness and clucked over her like two mother hens with their chick.

Tracey was happy working for these two ageing queens but it had its downside for not many heterosexual men visited the shop, though she did have a boy friend, one Mark Patterson. She had originally come from Lowestoft where work just didn’t seem to be available and that was why she was living and working in Norwich. She currently lived in a bed-sit that wasn’t really a place to entertain any boyfriends plus the fact that it took half of her earnings just to stay there.

This was to be changed when she finally got to know Diane Gardner. She worked further up the High Street in a Dental surgery as a receptionist, not well paid, but at least it was a steady job as everywhere, jobs were now at a premium. Well those that didn’t involve you getting filthy or dishpan hands.

She was a mousey blond of twenty one years of age and not, it must be said, as pretty as Tracey. Her figure was passable only because her bust was slightly more oversize than it should have been for one of her height.

She lived at home with her mother and sister, and it was a serious canker to her. It was only a two bed roomed terraced house and she had to share the double bed in the second bedroom with her sister Margaret and was far better looking and only two years older than Diane who had just had her twenty first birthday. It was Margaret that got the boy friend’s and would persist in bringing them home and when mother went to bed, would snog with them on the parlour sofa. This drove Diane mad as she either had to sit there and watch or go to bed on her own.

Many times Margaret had asked her to sleep downstairs on that small sofa so that she could take her current boyfriend to their bed. But Diane stuck to her guns here and suffered all the abuse from Margaret when she refused to have her sister have a man in her bed. Diane wasn’t a virgin, but she would be damned if she’d let her sister have fun in her, albeit, shared bed while she slept on the sofa. So all was not well in that household with this being the main problem in Diane’s life.

The surgery where she worked didn’t officially open till nine in the morning, though she had to be there by eight thirty at the latest, and so would stop at a coffee shop on the High Street every morning to have a bracer as she called it before starting her working day. The bookshop also didn’t open till nine, though Tracey only needed to be there at that time, but she too stopped off for coffee some times before getting to the shop.

It was only a nodding acquaintance at the start as they would see each other on most days of the week. Then came the good mornings to one another and before long, they would say a few more words as they queued up to be served. Eventually it got round to the point that they found that they both took lunch at the same time and so started to meet for lunch in a pub just down the road in the High Street. It was convenient maslak escort for them by being about halfway between their two places of work. So within six months they were on giggling terms as it were over their half pint of beer and a sandwich.

Diane was envious of this new friend Tracey, so friendly and outgoing. Charming and witty and having the poise of independence as well as looking prettier than she was. She was also in awe of her for having the strength of character to move away from home and stand on her own two feet, though Tracey didn’t have a good word to say about where she was living at the time. A nightmare, she called it. No male visitors and such like. It played havoc with one’s love life she told Diane, who at that time, had only known two boys, and that being of a short duration.

It was Diane’s wish that she could move away from home and have her own flat that inspired the idea that she and Tracey should move in together. Tracey herself was fed up with the rules and regulations of her bed-sit and would like to be in a flat where she could come and go as she pleased and entertain her boy friend in style.

‘Why don’t we move into a flat together. Two bedrooms with a lounge, it would be perfect. With two of us paying the rent it would probably be cheaper than what I’m paying now. How much do you give your mum every week?’ she asked.

‘Half of what I get from the surgery,’ Diane replied, warming to this idea that Tracey had put on the table. ‘Do you think we could do it together?’

‘I’m sure of it. There’s plenty of vacant flats round the town and I’m sure we could find one that would fit our budget. That is if you are up for it?’

Diane was and told her that she would be delighted if they could do this together. It would mean freedom from her sister’s constant nagging about having to share the same bed every night when she should have a man beside her instead of a sister.

So they spent the next week during their lunch hour to visit estate agents that were letting flats. The following week they followed up and began viewing certain properties that fitted their agreed budget. It was during the second week that they found one that was both suitable and affordable and agreed to take it.

For Tracey it was no problem in giving notice to quit her room though it was a different matter for Diane. Her mother didn’t want her to leave, no doubt thinking of the money that she was getting from her. But her sister was delighted and it was her who pushed their mother into accepting the fact that Diane was about to fly the nest.

So the very next week, Tracey and Diane signed the lease on this flat that they had chosen. They even splashed out on a taxi to collect both their cases of clothes and such like from both habitats to convey them to their new home. As both the bedrooms were of the same size, it didn’t matter which one had which, but it still took them three months to get other things sorted out.

The bathroom was the first problem by it having only one shelf that wasn’t big enough to accommodate all that they both needed, so separate racks were bought. The one on the left of the basin was for Tracey and the one on the right was Diane’s. It can’t be said that they were really arguments but there were problems when it came to cooking their evening dinners. Though they pooled a certain amount of money each into a pot from which came the food money, it was the actual cooking and subsequent washing up that caused some friction. But like everything else, it worked itself out in time, though Diane finished up doing most of the cooking side of things while Tracey did make serious attempts to keep the flat clean and tidy. Well this was in her own interests because it wasn’t long before Mark began coming round for dinner once a week.

For this event, Tracey herself helped out in the kitchen to prepare the meal and she’d even bought a bottle of wine for the occasion, though Diane knew that it would be her doing the washing up, though she was surprised about this later in that first evening.

Mark duly arrived with a bottle of wine in each hand and quickly embraced Tracey with a big kiss and much to Diane’s surprise, did the same to her.

‘So you are Diane, the Goddess of hunting and the moon,’ he declared, standing back and looking at her.

‘That’s Diana you are referring to you moron,’ Tracey said taking the bottles from his hands.

‘Ooh, I hate educated people,’ he said, giving Diane a wink as he followed her into the kitchen. ‘Well this is a damn sight better than your bed-sit I must say. You’re sure Mrs Roach isn’t lurking round the corner?’ Mrs Roach having been the owner and landlady of Tracey’s old bed-sit.

‘So you’re Diane,’ he said turning to her. ‘Tracey’s told me a lot about you and she wasn’t lying when she said you were a beauty.’

He gave her a warm smile and saw that he didn’t need to visit her surgery. She blushed at his obvious lie but liked it nonetheless as she took in his light kayaşehir escort blue eyes that twinkled as he smiled. His mouth was firm as looked his body in the T shirt he was wearing, his legs covered by his jeans, she couldn’t judge. He was about five foot eleven and looked as though he would weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds, hair dark but not quite black and cut rather conservatively; not too long and yet not too short. ‘She also said that you are into something that’s quite oral. What did she mean by that I wonder?’

‘Ignore him Diane,’ Tracey called out from the kitchen. ‘He’s just talking dirty.’

‘I’m a dental receptionist,’ Diane said, returning his smile.

‘Well I knew it was something to do with the mouth,’ he laughed as he sat himself down on their small sofa. ‘What food are you destroying tonight,’ he called out to Tracey. ‘You should have seen what she did on a two ring gas stove at her last place,’ he said in an aside to Diane but loud enough for Tracey to hear.

‘You’d be surprised what I can do with a four ring stove now,’ came from the kitchen.

‘The mind boggles,’ Mark laughed at Diane. She had to smile, for it was she who had prepared the meal and it was Tracey who was seeing to the last touches as though she herself had worked hard at producing their dinner.

‘Just get up off your arse and come and open the wine. Diane? Can you help bring it out?’

The small table in the parlour just outside the kitchen had already been laid and was ready with cutlery and glasses, napkins had been added as an extra touch. The kitchen was too small for three people to be in at the same time so a corkscrew and bottle was thrust into Mark’s hands and then propelled out to open it by the table. Diane actually saw to the dishing out of the food onto plates for Tracey to carry through to the table. The meal itself was simple by being just a beef stew followed by a crème caramel before cheese and biscuits. Coffee came later with a small bottle of brandy put on the table plus an ashtray because Mark was a smoker.

‘That was a delightful meal,’ Mark said as he sat back to light up a cigarette when the eating was finished and Tracey poured out coffee for them. Diane poured out small measures of brandy for each of them. ‘I must compliment you Diane.’

‘It was Tracey’s dinner,’ she observed.

‘Nonsense! I’ve eaten Tracey’s stews before, remember, and I could tell that this was a different hand that concocted this beautiful repast,’ and he picked up Diane’s hand and kissed it.

‘God, what a Romeo!’ Tracey cried out in mock horror to Diane. ‘I’m surprised he hasn’t gone down and kissed your feet.’

‘That I would probably have done if you weren’t here,’ he flung back with a smile to take the sting out of the words. They finished their coffee and brandy and Diane got up and started to clear the table. ‘Let me help you,’ Mark said rising from his seat.

‘My God! This is a first! Tracey exclaimed.

‘It’s the least I can do after such a wonderful meal,’ he said as he winked at Diane which made her blush again. But he was brushed aside and told to go and sit down, and Tracey and Diane washed up and put the things away before returning to the parlour. Knowing that the other two would rather sit together, Diane went and sat in the arm chair as Mark poured out some more glasses of wine from the second bottle and settled himself down on the sofa next to Tracey who put her arm through his. He’s mine, was the message that this gesture conveyed to Diane who had no thoughts of trying to steal him away from Tracey, and yet she still felt a twinge of jealousy that she had a man and she didn’t.

‘Tracey has spoken quite often of you since we moved in three weeks ago,’ Diane said. ‘She spoke a lot but never said anything, if you know what I mean. Like how handsome you are,’ smiling because she knew this would cause some comment, and it did in the form of a snort from Tracey.

‘Well I’m not sure what she has told you, but I agree with the handsome bit.’ This brought him a slap from Tracey but with a smile. ‘I work for my father who owns a printing works here in Norwich. I live at home and I enjoy the company of Tracey very much. That’s it I’m afraid.’

‘Well I’ve heard of a potted history, but that wouldn’t fill an egg cup,’ Diane said.

‘What about yours then?’ he countered.

‘Much the same. I do wish sometimes that something exciting could happen,’ Diane replied.

‘Not much chance of that in Norwich,’ he observed drily.

They talked a bit more as they finished their wine and Diane then caught Tracey’s signal. It was more a movement of the head that was directed towards her bedroom and Diane picked up the hint that she was being asked to leave them alone in the parlour. Shades of home thought Diane. But at least she had her own room to go to and didn’t have to share it while her sister, though in this case, Tracey could have what sexual fun she wanted in the parlour or her own room.

So with ataköy escort bayan an elaborate yawn that didn’t fool any of them, Diane got up from the chair and said that she was going to bed. She said goodnight to Mark and said that she hoped she would see him again soon before leaving the two of them alone in the parlour.

‘I thought she was going to sit there all night,’ Tracey said as she went into Mark’s arms for a kiss.

‘So did I,’ he said between kisses as his hand went up under her jumper and found the bare breast that he had been seeking. Their kissing was on the frantic side for not having seen each other for nearly a week. His hand squeezing that full breast, bringing the nipple erect under his palm and made him let go of her so that he could pull the jumper right off of her. Tracey had no objections and lifted her arms to help him pull it over her head and then cradle his head as he sucked upon one of the erect nipples.

They kissed and petted each other, her stroking him on the outside of his jeans until he couldn’t take any more before dragging her up from the sofa and letting her guide him into the bedroom that was hers. There they undressed quickly and got onto the bed and were soon coupled and made quite some noise in their lovemaking. This was made quite apparent by the banging of the headboard of the bed against the wall that adjoined Diane’s bedroom as she lay on her own bed and cried.

It was the morning after Mark’s third weekly night stop over that Diane gave vent to her feelings and spoke to Tracey. She stormed on about how that Tracey had a man while she went without by blatantly advertising the fact by having her head board constantly banging on her wall to make the point. Tracey was instantly contrite and apologised and said that it wouldn’t happen again and indeed it didn’t, but it was no consolation to Diane until Timothy came upon the scene.

Timothy was a lifelong friend of Mark, having gone to school together and they only lived a few doors away from each other. Tracey had told Mark of how it appeared, to her at least, that Diane was becoming really sexually frustrated at his visits and it was getting her down. So Mark suggested that he bring round Timothy to see if sparks could be made to kindle a little fire in Diane.

‘Let’s make something special tonight,’ Tracey had said, the next time they were expecting Mark to come round for dinner.

‘Why?’ asked Diane.

‘Mark’s bringing a friend of his round this evening.’

‘I see. A blind date.’

‘No! It’s not like that,’ but she saw the look on Diane’s face and had to give a sheepish smile. ‘Well, let’s say, half blind,’ as she laughed. ‘You don’t have to like him if you don’t want to. You’re my friend and Timothy is Mark’s, so what’s wrong with us having dinner together. Just give it a chance Diane,’ she said taking her hands in hers. ‘You’ve been somewhat unhappy ever since Mark started coming round. You haven’t been thinking of him have you?’

‘Of course not! He’s your fella.’

‘So you’ll give this Timothy a chance eh?’

‘Will he be as wimpish as his name?’ Diane asked somewhat sulkily.

‘How the hell do I know? Timothy Dalton isn’t a wimp is he? You wouldn’t have minded being under him in one of those Bond films would you?’

‘No, but…’

‘No buts. He’s coming to dinner, so let him see how well you can cook. Then it’s up to you. If you don’t like him, fine by me, but at least I’ve tried.’ That closed the possible argument that could have ensued, but Diane acquiesced and set about preparing the dinner. Tracy did her part, somewhat offhandedly by cleaning some of the vegetables before leaving the kitchen to see to the table.

On time for a change, the doorbell rang and Tracey let in Mark and Timothy, getting a kiss from both and was pleased to see that Mark had obeyed her instructions by bringing four bottles of wine this time. On receiving the tentative kiss on the cheek from Timothy, Diane then had second thoughts if she was doing the right thing by accepting Mark’s word that he was a fine young upstanding man. Maybe too upstanding for her shrinking violet that Diane was, was the thought that ran through her mind. But she didn’t let these thoughts show as she welcomed him into their home and was glad to notice that they had stopped off for a drink before coming. Dutch courage she presumed on Timothy’s part and silently thanked Mark for that. For she was unhappy that Diane was unhappy and hoped that the two would hit it off together. They did seem to be like two peas in a pod in their inherent shyness and resolved that she had to do her best to bring him out of his shell.

‘Well Timothy, or is it Tim? Which do you preferred to be called?’ Tracey asked as she ushered him into the parlour.

‘It doesn’t really matter. I’ve been called so many different names in the past that I don’t care any longer,’ he replied in a shy voice. Tracey shot a sharp glance at Mark who turned away as if not hearing the last comment.

‘He’s not gay is he?’ Tracey whispered fiercely to Mark as they entered the parlour.

‘I wouldn’t know,’ he replied. ‘I’ve never asked him, but I think the answer’s no. But then, considering some of the dogs he’s been out with might have turned him off women,’ he laughed and got a slap from Tracey for that.

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This is third part of a three-part story Catharsis. You will need to read the first two parts for this to make sense. In addition, the Catharsis trilogy is part of a longer set of related stories – Delhi Nights. Catharsis is a stand-alone story, but you will probably get more out of it, if you have read the prior Delhi Nights Stories.

*****

The moment was surreal. Harinder was laying in his bed, his cock stroked by his friend’s wife, while their respective spouses stood at the threshold of the bedroom watching. Strangely, for a moment, Harinder’s eyes focused on the small suitcase Vikram had in his hand – his wife’s small red suitcase. The suitcase she had taken with her after he had caught her fucking another man in this same bed. Now, his friend had brought her home.

“Harinder.” Preeti’s voice was soft. His cock should have also gone soft. Embarrassment and shame overcoming any ardor. It didn’t. His cock throbbed, almost feeling heavier, in Sonali’s hands as he looked at his wife. That moment of fear washed away immediately by the pleasure of being caught. A sense of revenge? Wanting her to feel what he felt when he had caught her with another man? No. It wasn’t that. It wasn’t jealousy. Hope, then? Maybe she would feel the same lust and need that he had felt when he had seen her with another man?

He turned his attention from the suitcase to Preeti. She was watching as Sonali continued to stroke his cock. Her face was expressionless and she seemed rooted to the spot. Then, Vikram placed his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to break the spell. With a quick glance to Vikram, she stepped into the room.

“He told me everything.” She said, her tone remaining flat, hesitant. Vikram had come to stand closer to Preeti, hand wrapping around her waist as if in support.

“Preeti, I – “

Before Harinder could continue, Sonali interrupted, now sitting up, her hand still on his cock, the strokes almost absent-minded. “So, you know everything?”

Preeti nodded.

“About that night?”

Another nod. Her eyes were on Sonali’s hand as it massaged her husband’s heavy cock. A dark, veined shaft in her fair hands. Harinder moaned as Sonali’s stroke peeled back the foreskin to reveal his glistening head before hiding it again.

“You know Harinder loves you?”

Preeti nodded in rhythm to another stroke.

“And, you love him?”

Another nod. Another stroke. Harinder’s cock was pulsating in Sonali’s hand, the head engorged and leaking precum. His breathing became shallow with pent up need.

“Then, what else do you have to say?” Sonali smiled and put a hand out to Preeti, “Come here and show him.”

“Go ahead.” Vikram said, leaning toward Preeti, his hand gesturing her forward.

Preeti came to stand at the edge of the bed, looking from Harinder to Sonali. Harinder just looked at her, trying to read her expressionless face. What was hidden behind those dark eyes? Her words suggested that she was ready to accept this new way of life. This new chapter in their love. But, there was still hesitation. Desire and need conflicting with ingrained taboos.

Sonali reached up and took Preeti’s hand, guiding it to his cock. After a moment of hesitation, and a questioning glance between Sonali and Vikram, Preeti wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Harinder let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was that moan that seemed to relax Preeti. Perhaps, for her, the clearest sign of his acceptance of this new life. Was it something so simple that gave her the permission she seemingly needed?

She took over for Sonali, slowly stroking his cock. Up and down.

Harinder moaned in pleasure as he looked at his wife. She was wearing a simple white salwar kameez, the shirt tight enough to outline the swell of her firm breasts and thin enough to hint at the yellow bra beneath. Her open hair fell to frame her dark face and kajol lined eyes. The pale blue bhindi that matched the embroidery on her salwar kameez – more decorative than spiritual – a reminder of their relationship. At that moment though, she was more than just his wife. She was an object of his lust. The veins of his cock pulsed with need as his mind returned to the image of her rising and falling on her lover’s cock. An erotic moment that would forever be in his mind not as a reminder of faithlessness, but his unconditional love and need for Preeti.

Sonali rose to her knees, wrapping a sheet around her naked torso. She watched as Preeti stroked Harinder’s cock before looking up to meet her gaze. Harinder tried to understand the look they shared. Understanding? Appraisal? The two continued to look at each other before Sonali spoke.

“Do you want me to go?” She asked.

Preeti didn’t say anything, still stroking her husband’s cock. She looked at Sonali for a moment before turning to Harinder.

“Do you want her to go?” she asked her husband, eyes boring into him. He shared glances between his wife and Sonali. And, then looked to the impassive Vikram. There was bostancı escort no turning back now. Preeti was testing him. He was certain of that, but whatever the truth, there was only one way forward. Preeti would have to accept his answer.

“No.” He reached up and pulled Sonali’s hand away from the sheet, letting it fall to reveal her naked torso. Her chest was flushed, the nipples topping her full breasts quickly hardening in anticipation. “I want her.”

Preeti nodded and she looked from her husband to Sonali. “She’s beautiful. So perfect.”

“I want you both,” Harinder growled, his voice firm as he reached forward to pull Preeti toward him. Putting a hand on the back of her neck, he drew Preeti down and kissed her hard. Without preamble, he parted her soft lips with his tongue, pushed against yielding teeth, and drove it into her mouth. He felt her mouth soften and tasted the cardamom and spices from a chai she had probably drunk earlier. Their kissing was driven by lust as their tongues met. Her hunger as clear as his. While she continued to stroke his throbbing cock, her other hand went to his head, fingers entwined in his black mane. She pulled him hungrily to her. Preeti was moaning his name between kisses.

He felt lips on his chest. A tongue flicked his hardening nipple. Sonali. As he continued to kiss his wife, Sonali began to trail kisses down his hairy torso to the flat of his belly and the hairy patch where his cock rose in Preeti’s hands. Then, her warm mouth was on his cockhead. Preeti pulled away from him to look down at Sonali wrapping her lips around her husband’s cock. Instead of pulling her hands away, his wife held his heavy cock for Sonali, feeding the bulbous head to her. Harinder’s breathing became ragged as pressure began to build in his chest and his legs started to tense. He caressed Sonali’s back, the lines and curves now a familiar landscape.

Then, Preeti stepped back to look at them. Sonali took his engorged cock deeper into her mouth. Harinder bucked and growled in pleasure. Preeti’s eyes mirrored the dark lust in his own. Sonali’s head moved up and down on his cock, swallowing it deep into her mouth. Her tongue traced a pulsating vein with each upward stroke to flick at his bulbous head. When she sensed the tension becoming too much, she held her mouth in place, suckling him.

With a quick glance at Vikram, who was rooted in the doorway, Preeti began to strip her clothes. She grabbed the hem of her kameez and pulled it up. For a moment, the top snagged on her breasts and, under any other circumstances, watching his wife struggle to get naked would have been comical. Now it was erotic. Her head and shoulders hidden, her naked torso wiggled seductively before she managed to pull the kameez off and tossed it to the ground. She stood before them in a yellow bra that did little to hide the swell of her breasts or the hard nipples that stretched the material taut. Her face was flush, her chest heaving. Then, after another glance at Vikram, she tugged at the drawstring of her salwar, letting it fall around her ankles.

“You’re so beautiful.” Harinder said as Preeti stood before the three of them in her bra and panties. As Harinder and Vikram watched in anticipation, Preeti reached behind to unsnap the bra and let it join the puddle of clothes on around her feet. Another glance at Vikram and her panties fell as well. Harinder moaned as he looked at his wife on display. She stood, letting them all look at her. Harinder had a fleeting thought of his wife in Sonali’s place on that fateful day. Preeti being used by his friends.

Harinder couldn’t help but compare the two women – both beautiful. Sonali was taller and fairer skinned. Where her breasts were heavy with thick, dark nipples, Preeti’s firm breasts were upturned. Her nipples were small pebbles. Both were fit, though where Sonali had a toned torso that led to wide hips, Preeti was simply thin. The dark patch of hair between Preeti’s legs thicker and wild, hiding her pussy; Sonali’s neat and trimmed, revealing as much as it hid.

Sonali exuded a primal, earthy lust, while Preeti was the feral wildness of a nymph.

As Harinder continued to look at his wife, Vikram came to stand behind Preeti. He glanced at Harinder but said nothing before he put a hand to her shoulder. She shuddered when he ran his fingers down her bare arm.

“Mere yaar.” Vikram said, “Your wife is so beautiful.” He kissed her on the shoulder. He caressed each arm with the back of his hands while he trailed kisses from shoulder to neck. Still looking at Harinder, Preeti’s mouth parted and she purred softly.

Harinder’s cock throbbed in Sonali’s mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, slathering it with her spit. Harinder growled in pleasure, clenching his teeth.

Preeti closed her eyes and leaned back into Vikram, tilting her head to offer herself to him. Harinder’s tension mounted as the scene unfolded before him. Vikram’s beykoz escort hands wandered across her flanks, her torso, tracing the outline of her ribs before one hand cupped a breast and the other went up to her neck. He held the weight of her breast in his hand, a finger rubbing the small, dark nipple. Preeti closed her eyes and sighed. Harinder was fixated on the image. His wife was being touched by another man and he was enjoying it. Reveling in it. It was now that he realized what made Vikram share his wife. In the closeted sexuality of India, this broke taboos. It turned the idea of a woman’s devout loyalty to her husband on its head. In the land of tantra and Kama sutra, sex had long lost its physicality. The pure lust at it’s root. What they were doing broke any semblance of devout restraint. This was physical pleasure in its purest form. Bodies as altars.

Preeti’s mewling encouraged Vikram. He took the breast in his palm and kneaded the dark, pliant flesh. Preeti squirmed against him, her sighs turning to moans. He took the nipple between finger and thumb. He pulled and pinched as it hardened into a pebble. She shuddered. His other hand drifted from her belly down to the dark hair between her legs.

“Preeti.” Harinder moaned as he watched his wife invitingly open her legs for Vikram. His friend caressed her mons and ran his fingers in the patch of dark hair. Another sigh of pleasure as Vikram leaned in to nibble at her neck. His fingers found her labia, separated them to reveal the dark red of her pussy. It glistening allure welcomed his touch.

“Hai!” Preeti cried as Vikram began to play with the folds of her sex. As Sonali suckled and stroked his cock, Vikram massaged his wife’s cunt. Preeti pushed against his hand as he gently rubbed her inner lips and found her hardening nub. Watching his wife writhe in another man’s arms was becoming too much for Harinder and he felt the pressure spread from his torso down to his loins. His legs tensed.

He began to buck, each thrust shoving his heavy mass into Sonali’s willing mouth.

Preeti ground against Vikram. He had two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy as his other hand continued to knead her breast. She was panting, heavy lidded eyes locked on Harinder.

Harinder’s cock in Sonali’s mouth. In and out.

Vikram’s fingers in Preeti’s pussy. In and out.

And, then, the tension was too much. The pressure built to a final explosion. Harinder clenched the bedsheet.

“Hai, Preeti!” Harinder yelled as his final thrust drove up into Sonali, shooting a thick load into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, taking his release into her mouth. Then, as his orgasm became a series of shuddering aftershocks, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. Wiping a remnant from the side of her mouth, she smiled at Harinder before she rose up to watch her husband with his wife.

Preeti was holding Vikram’s hands in place. One encouraging him to be rougher on her breast and the other wanting him to increase the pressure in her cunt. She was leaning into him, her eyes again closed. A sheen of sweat coated her body as she writhed and squirmed. Then, the writhing became a shudder and she arched her back. Harinder recognized the expression on her face – eyes clenched shut, mouth open in a silent cry. Her muscles tensed and her grip on Vikram’s hands tightened as her orgasm began to build.

“Hai, Rabba!” Preeti cried. “Hai! Hai!”

She arched and tried to force Vikram’s hand harder against her pussy. Her hand gripped his and her pelvis pushed against his palm. She ground against him and froze as the wave of her orgasm finally reached its peak. Her body quivered in Vikram’s arms, legs threatening to give out. Even then, Vikram kept his fingers inside her pussy. He held her close as waves of pleasure took their time to recede.

When she opened her eyes, Harinder locked his gaze with her. The sight had been too much and his cock was coming to life again. The massive meat slowly engorging.

Without a word, Preeti broke from Vikram’s arms and, on shaking legs, strode to her husband’s side. Her chest heaved with desire as she straddled him. Her breathing was ragged from the aftermath, but the expression on her face was of unquenched need. Staring at him with hungry eyes, she took his hard cock in her hand and guided it into her wet pussy. She moaned his name as his thickness pierced her in one stroke.

“Hari. Hai, Hari. Mere jaan!”

Harinder rested his hands on her hips as she began to slowly rise and fall on his cock. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat as she moaned softly with each stroke. Her rhythm was steady, slowly rising and grinding down on him. Harinder’s hand moved up her flank to rest on a breast as she moved down toward him. He squeezed the dark mound, his course palm against the hard nipple. Preeti moaned his name. Her pussy slid up and down on his thick shaft.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Harinder remembered when he kurtköy escort had caught her in bed with her lover. Moving up and down on his cock just as she was now. The sensation was exquisite. And, every time he felt like it was too much – every time he tensed – she ground down, sheathing him in place.

Sonali lay beside him, her warm breath tickling his ear. She kissed and nibbled his earlobe and then his neck before moving to his mouth. Her tongue darted in his mouth and she moaned into him, drawing his attention to her. And then, just as suddenly, she moved away from him, grinning. He looked at her with confusion.

As Preeti writhed on his cock, Sonali moved to kneel behind his wife, straddling his legs. Harinder watched as she wrapped her arms around his wife and began to kiss her shoulder and neck. Preeti moaned and her writhing slowed as she held his cock in her pussy. Sonali’s hands moved again. One rested on Preeti’s breast, kneading and massaging; the other, dropped to where Harinder’s cock entered his wife. As her fingers found their joining, both shuddered at the touch.

The sensations were overwhelming and Harinder felt that familiar pressure build. He began to push and grind against Preeti’s cunt. She was moaning his name, arching back against Sonali. When Harinder tried to move his hand from her breast toward her hip, she held it in place, forcing him to squeeze and knead. Her other hand covered Sonali’s, encouraging her to squeeze the breast harder. Beads of sweat glistened in the space between her breasts. Her hair was in disarray, strands clinging to her cheek and forehead. Harinder growled as he saw the lewd expression on his wife’s face. It was a look of hunger and need that he had never seen before and he began to thrust against her as the sight made another eruption imminent.

Sonali moved her hand away from between Preet’s legs to her belly, holding her steady as he pushed and thrust. She stopped kissing his wife and looked at him with her own lust-filled eyes. The sight of the two women was too much for him.

He heard himself growl something incoherent. His wife’s name? Sonali? It didn’t matter.

Driven by his cry, his wife began to ride him harder. She was bouncing up and down on his thick shaft, body arching and writhing. She clenched their hands in the throes of her lust, driving their fingers into her breasts. Her ragged panting matched his own. Behind her Sonali was biting at her neck, her eyes on Harinder.

His pleasure finally reached its endpoint. Harinder grunted and buried his cock to the hilt with a hard thrust that made Preeti squeal. He shuddered, his legs tensing painfully as he exploded inside her. He cried out his wife’s name as his load filled her. Even as he collapsed into the bed, Preeti didn’t release him, pushing down, keeping his cock buried in her soaking pussy. She ground against him, moaning and writhing. Her own orgasm wasn’t far behind and even as his cock began to soften, its thickness filled her. He felt her legs tense against him and she let out a long, low moan as the tension turned into quivers of pleasure. When her release finally came, she collapsed down onto his chest. She nuzzled against his neck, their bodies slick with sweat.

He looked past his wife to see Sonali leaning over them, gently caressing his wife’s back. She smiled at him and then leaned down and began to kiss Preeti’s lower back. He felt his wife shift and shudder. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. She moaned as Sonali continued to kiss and lick. With a sigh, Preeti lifted her head to look at Harinder and then turned to look at Sonali. The two women smiled at each other before Preeti rolled off Harinder.

Preeti lay sprawled next to her husband, one arm thrown across his chest. Her breasts were splayed wide as her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Beads of sweat glistened in the window light. The smell of sex was heavy in the air and Harinder drew it in with a deep breath.

Sonali shifted until she was sitting between Preeti’s spread legs. Smiling at his wife, Sonali began to caress her thigh, trailing finger from knee to pelvic bone. Preeti sighed. Harinder ran his fingers through his matted mane, his cock twitching once again with a rising hunger as he watched Sonali tease his wife.

Vikram came to the edge of the bed, slowly stroking himself. He shared a smile with Harinder as the two men watched their wives. Sonali found the tuft of dark hair crowning Preeti’s glistening opening. She ran her fingers through the hair and then cupped the dark mound. When her palm pushed against Preeti’s sex, she purred and pushed against the hand. Sonali began to grind her palm into the slick sex before her thumb moved to the wet opening and slipped in. Sonali shifted onto her stomach, feet hanging off the bed, with her face inches from Preeti’s glistening pussy. She was breathing in the smell of her sex, her thumb tweaking and playing with the engorged clit.

Preeti pushed her shoulder and head against the bed, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis, inviting Sonali deeper. Sonali grinned as Preeti moaned and purred in pleasure. As Preeti offered her cunt to Sonali, she pressed against her thumb against the hard clit, raw and red. Preeti said something inaudible, the words turning into a moan of pleasure as Sonali’s thumb tweaked and caressed.

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It had been a week since Angelica had given William’s father and brothers a warm welcome home. With the help of her succubi brews, Angelica had given birth to all but two of the brother’s children, both births being of quintuplets. And because William’s father, Arthur, had moved her into his room, every morning he fucked her and filled her with his massive loads, getting her pregnant more times then agreed upon. By now, Angelica had given Arthur 12 children.

Apparently, the men were going to have the children sent off to the city to be raised as members of the army – not that she cared. Meanwhile, William, just as his father predicted, hadn’t done anything about the situation, and his family continued to use her like a cum doll all around the house. God forbid she tried to use the bath, they would gangbang her – not that that was a bad thing.

It was a good thing these men used alchemical minotaur blood, otherwise they would not have been able to sate Angelica’s succubus needs.

Angelica regularly serviced their cocks after meals, they were always finding new and creative positions. All the while, William was submitted to watching, and was even put in charge of naming the children.

William’s eldest brother currently had her on her güngören escort knees impaling her womb on his cock. Her head was also being forcefully held by another brother, who was fucking her face without abandon. Angelica felt on top of the world as both of the cocks inside her climaxed at the same time, empowering her and bringing her to climax. The cock in her pussy erupted, filling her womb with thick cum as he finally got to impregnate her. Moaning around the cock in her mouth, she felt her abdomen expand as both her stomach and womb were getting pumped full of seed. Extracting themselves from her, the two admired their handy work, her pussy dribbling cum.

Gods how she loved this family.

Her massive breasts had already expanded from the recent string of breedings. They went from G-cups to H-Cups. She found herself without any of the needed alchemical ingredients to make a salve with the ability to shrink them down to G’s again.

She lied there in bliss for a moment, her locks of crimson hair falling down one side of her body and red painted lips with thin traces of the delicious aftermath of the recent face fucking. Angelica soon walked to William’s room and pulled out her brews, using some of the minotaur esenler escort blood she borrowed from Arthur to make an enhanced version of the succubi brew and drank its contents. An hour later, she birthed two baby boys.

After a couple hours of rest, Angelica cornered the brother that had yet to impregnate her, though when she strode into his room she was surprised to see a dozen other men all sat around a table playing a game of dice. The moment they saw her, the room fell dead silent. One of the men mouthing ‘holy fuck’ as their eyes scanned her slim and exaggerated hourglass figure.

Smiling, she came over to the side of the table beside the brother and looked around to the other men.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m only here for your friend,” she cooed, teasing them. They instantly looked to the brother, who leaned back with a smug grin before looking up at her then back down to them.

“You lot can join in, but I get her cunt first,” he said before grabbing her hips and forcing her to straddle him. She laughed at his confidence as he pulled down his pants and fished out his massive cock. Deciding to tease him, she angled his cock at her slit and began rub her his cock up and down her slit before sarıyer escort starting to sink down on it with torturous slowness.

The brother was having none of it, and while holding her hips, he suddenly stood up causing his cock to bottom out inside her, causing her to moan lewdly. He soon laid her back down on the table they had been playing on and started jackhammering her cunt. She looked up at the other men, her mouth falling open, teasing them with the visual of her wet, hot mouth. Taking the hint, they quickly pulled down their pants and fished out their cocks, none of them quite as impressive as this family’s, but they would do. Two of them leaned over the table to suck on her tits as another tipped her head back and kneeled over her to force himself down her throat. Before long, she had him cumming down her throat, he was readily replaced by another.

She soon felt the brother’s cock begin to swell inside her poor cunt, and with one last thrust, she felt him pump his cum into her womb, making her quiver and moan loudly around the cock in her throat. The moment he pulled out, another one of the men filled his place, pounding her pussy for all he was worth. Another slid behind her, and quickly filled her voluptuous ass with his cock.

The fuck session went on like this for over an hour, in which time they each had a turn with her holes, some getting turns with all three. And by the end, rather than leave, the men hoisted Angelica up and carried her out of the cottage towards the barracks, where the other men in the army men were.

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My wife and I have been married for over a year; she’s ten years older than I am at 37 and a lovely, voluptuous lady. Even back in high school days, I always seemed drawn to the girls no one else wanted.

After I had begun dating and then married Ashley, most of my friends thought I had lost my mind. Besides, I wasn’t looking for a bikini model to drape on my arm, so who cared what they thought.

I think, though, they would have a change of opinion if they knew how hot in bed she was; outside of that, she is the most loving, caring woman I had ever met. Even at her size, she takes cares of herself and carries herself better than most size 6 chicks I know.

I travel a lot as part of a sports entertainment franchise, and have girls throw themselves at me, but I wouldn’t think of hurting Ash that way.

Nevertheless, I know she can get pretty horny when I am away, but we usually scratched our itches with some good phone sex every night, so I knew Ash wouldn’t screw around on me either.

Or so I thought…

On the night in question, I had come home early from the road and wasn’t able to find Ashley anywhere; I presumed she had gone out with one of her girlfriends like she tends to do when I am away.

I went upstairs with the idea of taking a shower, but there was a noise coming from bedroom, and I had gone there after hearing Ash’s voice.

The door had been ajar, and did I get a shock! There was my wife, naked on the bed with her legs spread wide open, with a blonde going down on her and Ash’s face marked with ecstasy throughout the whole thing.

I couldn’t believe my wife was in bed with someone else. But it could have been worse; at least she hadn’t been with another guy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…. Yes, Kayla, right there! God, yes! Eat my pussy! Don’t stop now!” she was panting and crying out.

I knew a lot of things about Ash–or so I thought–but I never thought she would also be into fucking women, or that I would be so turned on watching her with her best friend!

I felt my own cock growing hard as I saw Ashley push away Kayla’s head after she’d cum one last time, then moved herself until both of them were into the 69 position.

Ashley then planted her mouth on Kayla’s own pussy, licking and eating away at it while her busty blond friend resumed her attack on Ashley’s own cunt.

Their cries of orgasms were now muffled by their faces buried in the pussy of the other; then Kayla slide two fingers into Ash’s bald snatch as she nibbled on my wife’s clit.

It hadn’t taken long either of their bodies to tighten and let go an array of intense orgasms, not missing a stroke of Kayla’s fingers fucking both my wife’s ass and cunt.

I guess I must have groaned at the sight of the scene unfolding in front of me; both women had frozen before Ashley tossed Kayla off of her and sat up bahçeşehir escort on the bed. Just seeing her beautiful nakedness made me even hornier.

“Hello?” she called out.

I knew I was somewhat busted now; I figured I had better make myself known, and besides, I was at the point that I needed to fuck Ash in the worst way after seeing her getting it on with her girlfriend.

“Having fun, baby?” I peeked in mischievously.

“Oh my God, Paul!” Ashley gasped while Kayla looked embarrassed, “I didn’t mean for this…”

I cut her off, grinning and nodding, knowing now the tent in my pants would hardly be unnoticed. “You don’t have to say anything, babe.”

Her eyes then went to my crotch. “Does this mean you forgive me, then?” she purred teasingly.

“Of course. I know what a horny little minx you can be.”

“Well, then, how about showing us how forgiving you are by getting those damn clothes off and joining the party?” Ash teased me further.

It was a miracle I hadn’t cum in my pants right at that moment; it was already a turn on that even after the hot lesbian action she’d had with Kayla she was ready for me, but the idea of doing both of them got me going even more.

I stripped within minutes and climbed into bed between both of them. The two ladies looked at my cock size very hungrily.

“Wow! I would of never imagined Paul here having such a big dick!” Kayla said, wide eyed.

“But he certainly does!” Ashley responded. “And he knows what to do with it too.”

“Oh, baby!” Kayla purred as she put her finger lightly on my bare chest as she slowly worked it all the way down to my rock hard cock, then both she and Ash began kissing me all over my body.

“How would you like a little taste of that, Kay?” Ashley asked her sexy friend, still eyeing my dick.

“Mmm, I think he needs something,” Kayla giggled.

“Go ahead, suck his cock,” Ash encouraged her.

Kayla then slid down between my legs, kissing my mammoth cock all over, and then put it into her mouth. Damn! What a fantastic cocksucker!

Even though Ash was great at giving head, Kayla had the corner market on deep throat. It wasn’t long before I quickly felt my balls tighten and I flooded her mouth with cum.

Before I could apologize for cumming so soon out of excitement, Ash then leaned over, pulling Kayla up for a deep French kiss, swapping my seed between their beautiful mouths.

Ash then broke the kiss, gently putting Kayla on her back.

“I think you owe Kay a little favor for that great blow job she gave you, Paul,” she purred. “And she has a nice hot pussy too.”

She didn’t have to ask twice; I knelt down between Kayla’s sexy legs. She began to gasp, pant and squeal as my talented tongue licked her pussy outside and inside.

“Oh God, Paul!” she levent escort cried through very quivering lips as she erupted in multiple orgasms.

“I forgot to tell you that his mouth is as talented as his cock, didn’t I?” Ashley laughed as she watched Kayla cum in many earth-shattering orgasms from my attack on her snatch.

“And how! And he looks like he just found my sweet spot!” Kayla gasped breathlessly as she then rammed my whole head into her pussy with both of her hands, tossing her head back and closed her eyes, so she could really get a thorough licking.

After Kayla came one last time, I’d gotten another healthy erection and it was my wife’s turn to suck me.

Before I could cum, though, she’d gotten up and Kayla straddling me replaced Ash’s warm mouth. Ash then whispered sexily in my ear to fuck her best friend while she watched us.

“Oh my God, Paul, I just love this cock of yours. I can never get enough!” Kayla cried as she bounced vigorously up and down on my excited fuck tool.

Wow! I was having the time of my life both seeing my wife get herself off while her best friend was giving my cock the workout of a lifetime. Kayla then gasped, throwing her arms and legs tighter around me, moaning with overwhelming passion.

Seeing this gorgeous, hot blond going up and down on my cock like this caused me to explode so mightily my knees buckled, but I managed to still hold her up in my arms as I was fucking her before shooting a large load into her cunt.

“OH YES!!!” she then cried in ecstasy as she exploded in multiple orgasms that rocked her whole body greatly. It was almost if she and Ash were cumming in unison.

I then put Kayla gently down on the bed again after we fucked and, amazingly enough, my cock was still as hard as can be.

Ashley then quickly got doggy style as she shimmied her fantastic ass sexily at me.

“Come on, husband, it’s my turn for some of that cock!” she giggled in lust as I quickly mounted her.

“That’s it, lover boy, fuck your wifey good!” Ash said aloud as I kept on thrusting away inside of her.

I was banging my voluptuous, sexy wife like a bucking bronco holding on for dear life as I heard her erotic moans of pleasure.

I knew I was not going to last too much longer before I exploded a second load of cum right inside of her. Ash could not hold out much longer either as she moaned and exploded in one mighty orgasm after another.

The ladies finally let me rest for a while before Ash began playing with my cock again.

“Did I tell you that Kayla here also likes anal?” she grinned slyly at me. “And I know how you like to fuck a nice ass.”

“Shit, Ash, are you asking me to…”

“Mmm, hmm. Show my girl how good you can give it in the back door as well as you do in the front one.”

Kayla then had taken eyüp escort the cue and quickly got doggy style.

“Fuck me in the ass, Paul. I just love it!” she cooed as I quickly did what was said of me as I started banging her.

“Harder, Paul! Harder!” Kayla cried as I started to pump faster and faster.

“Wow! Ashley wasn’t kidding when she said you know how to fuck a woman!” she cried happily as she then exploded wildly over and over and over again in earth shattering orgasms.

“I guess I do!” I answered back, laughing as I enjoyed watching her cumming wildly through my attack on her beautiful ass.

I then felt the swelling of my cock that guys get when they are just about ready to cum as I exploded mightily inside of her.

My filling her ass with jism triggered off another great orgasm for Kayla. Who knew a chick would have so many anal orgasms?

“Damn, Paul! You are one great lover!” Kayla praised as I slowly pulled out of her.

Ashley then turned around and faced me as she quickly began to clean off and then suck my cock to still another fabulous erection.

I knew what she wanted the minute I was hard as a rock again, and she quickly got doggy style too. I happily pushed into and banged her own full, sexy ass.

“Oh, Paul! Harder! Fuck me harder! I want you to make me cum even more than Kayla!” my wife purred as she closed her eyes and braced herself as her body then stiffened as I gave her orgasm after orgasm of her own.

“Oh baby, you are really giving me what I want. Keep it coming!” Ash gushed as she kept on exploding in ecstasy.

“Yes, baby! Yessss! Fuck your wifey, Paul. That’s’ it. Yes! Baby! Yes! Cum in my ass!” she cried in great lust as we both exploded mightily into orgasm.

We must have dozed off for a while because it was almost ten when I woke up with a start. My cock was as hard as granite again and got even harder when Ash grabbed it and began to stroke me off with those lovely hands of hers.

I could feel the great amount of cum building up inside of me as my wife and Kayla taking turns jerking me off and quickly rising to the top; I knew I was quickly going to shoot off to a most tremendous orgasm, and soon.

“Cum on our tits, Paul,” Ashley said sexily as I quickly grabbed my cock and began to pump away.

Standing up quickly, I then did a long moan of pleasure as I hit tremendous orgasm, spewing huge gobs of thick, hot cum on both sets of tits.

“Wow, honey, that was so fantastic,” both of them praised once I have given each of their breasts plenty of sperm to lick off and rub into each other’s skin.

Sometime that night, we all went to sleep together and the next thing I knew, it was daylight when we all woke up again. The three of us proceeded to have some sexy fun in the shower before Kayla had to get dressed and leave.

I think next time my wife gets horny while I am on the road, she is certainly welcome to invite Kayla over for some fun play.

And of course, I know Ash will reward me for it by letting me play with her best friend too, whether on the phone or in bed with us. What guy could have it any better?

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Chapter 17: Football Fun And Frolics

On Friday, Katie and I were invited round to Richard’s and Jenny’s (the couple for whom I occasionally ‘baby-sit’) for an afternoon of fun and frolics with them and two of Richie’s mates, Kenny and Mike. As it turned out, Jenny, Katie and I had to ‘wait’ on the guys, pandering to their needs as they watched the football (that’s soccer for the benefit of my North American readers), dressed only in high-heels and those funny little waitress hats (ie, we were dressed like that, the guys were in their replica Scotland football tops and jeans/slacks, etc.).

Anyway, the format of the afternoon was quite simple, we served the guys beer and nibbles, provided them with whatever other ‘services’ they required. For the most part, that involved the three of us taking it in turns to kneel in front of the guys and suck them off. I have to say, I found it quite exciting to have my mouth in such hot demand (even if it did begin to ache a bit after a while).

Having first murdered ‘Flower of Scotland’ (if you’ve ever heard me sing, you’ll understand), Jenny, Katie and I served the guys their drinks and got down to work. For starters, I took Mike while Katie settled down in front of Richie and Jenny entertained Kenny.

I have to say, Mike has a very nice (if that’s the right word) cock, a little over seven inches in length and quite thick. I wasted no time taking it in my mouth and giving it a bloody good suck. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Jenny and Katie were taking their duties just as seriously.

As I worked my lips up and down Mike’s shaft, he grabbed my head and began to pull it towards him, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and occasionally making me cough and splutter. His balls were smooth and I stroked and caressed them as he fucked my mouth.

After a few minutes, we were instructed to change places and we dutifully obeyed. Having just sampled what Mike had to offer and having enjoyed the attentions of Richie’s cock on a number of previous occasions, I decided to sample Kenny’s. I must admit, I got a bit of a surprise when I discovered what I’d let myself in for. Kenny’s cock is probably of about average length but it is quite simply the thickest cock I have ever encountered (and I’ve encountered quite a few). I had to stretch my lips wide to take him into my mouth and, even though it isn’t particularly long, I could only take the head and about an inch of the shaft into my mouth. Sucking him quite literally made my eyes water.

As I sucked and slurped, Kenny delighted in telling me that I was every bit as good a cock-sucker as Jenny but that he couldn’t wait to fuck Katie’s mouth as he was sure she’d be the best of the lot of us. Now, I’m not jealous of Katie but Kenny’s remarks only served to spur me on, determined to make sure that if Katie was going to ‘beat’ me, she was going to have to be on top form.

As it tuned out, Kenny was going to have to wait before he sampled the delights of my best friend’s mouth because, after having already been attended to by Jenny, he needed no more than a couple of minutes of attention from me before he was pumping his load on to my tongue.

Instead of being allowed to swallow it straight down, I had to share a sloppy cum-kiss with şişli escort both Katie and Jenny. As we passed the ever diminishing load of cum between us, we fingered each others’ pussies, taking it in turns to clean each others’ juices off our fingers.

That set the pattern for both of the other guys, first when Katie blew off Richie and again, a few minutes later, when Mike erupted into Jenny’s mouth. The whole thing was highly erotic and I was very close to cumming as Jenny’s and Katie’s fingers and mouths explored my body.

Once we’d cleaned the guys up, Jenny and I turned our attention on Katie. As the guys watched on, recovering their strength, Jenny and I kissed and licked every inch of Katie’s skin.

With me on her left and Jenny on her right, Katie squirmed and moaned as we licked and kissed her large, soft breasts, taking it in turns to finger her pussy as we feasted on her tits

“I really want to taste her,” Jenny said to me, smiling.

“Be my guest,” I replied and gave her a quick kiss before she moved into position between Katie’s legs.

“Ohhhhh, mmmmmmmmm,” Katie moaned as Jenny began exploring her pussy with her tongue.

“Do you like it?” I asked Katie.

“Mmmmmmm, yes!” she replied before pulling me towards her and kissing me passionately.

Jenny and I took it in turns to eat Katie’s pussy, driving her wild. Katie had her eyes screwed tightly shut, never quite sure which one of us was doing what. As Jenny and I pleasured her, we’d occasionally dip our fingers into each others’ pussies, teasing each other as we drove Katie relentlessly towards her orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh yes! Oh fuck!” Katie swore softly as she came. Her long hair fanned out around her head as she tossed it from side to side.

Eventually, Katie could take no more and Jenny and I pulled away, letting her recover.

Almost at once, Jenny’s lips were on mine and before I knew it she was kissing her way down my body, working her way towards my pussy.

As Jenny began to eat me out, the guys decided it was time to join in again. Richie took up position behind his wife and began to fuck her as her tongue lapped between my moist folds. The force of her husband’s thrusts pushed Jenny’s mouth more firmly against my pussy.

As I writhed and moaned on the floor, I saw Katie was getting spit-roasted by the other two guys. Mike had his cock in her mouth and Kenny was fucking her roughly from behind. I felt a brief stab of envy as I watched him ramming his thick cock into my friend’s pussy, wishing that it was me that was being stretched and filled by it. At the same time, however, I didn’t want Jenny to stop eating my pussy and contented myself with the knowledge that my turn would come.

I later discovered that while Jenny is quite happy to suck other guys’ cocks and is happy to let her husband fuck the girls they play with, Richard is the only man that gets to fuck her.

When I came, Jenny and I swapped places and Richard fucked me as I feasted on her. The scent of her well fucked pussy was intoxicating as I greedily lapped up her juices. Richie’s cock filled my pussy as he drove into me from behind.

Shortly after Jenny came, Richie announced that he was ready to cum too. He pulled taksim escort out of me and, as he discarded the condom he’d been wearing while he fucked me, Jenny and I took up position, kneeling in front of him, our cheeks pressed together and our mouths open, expectantly.

“Fuck girls! Here it cums!” Richie roared. His cock erupted, spewing thick ropes of cum over Jenny’s and my faces.

Katie was on her back on the floor, a contented smile on her face as Kenny and Mike wanked off over her. “Cum on me guys,” I heard her say, “Cum all over my face and tits!” They proceeded to do just that; Mike unloading all over her cheeks, followed closely by Kenny, who shot his load all over her tits.

Jenny and I cleaned Richie up with our mouths then turned our attention on each other. Once our faces were clean I decided to ‘assist’ Mike while Jenny saw to Kenny before licking their cum from Katie’s body.

After that, they guys decided that we girls were allowed to have a drink; only a small one however and only after we’d refilled their glasses. Neither Richie or Katie smoke but both Mike and I do and, by now, I was dying for a cigarette so, rather than making us get dressed and go outside to indulge our addiction, they graciously let us use the spare room (so long as we kept the door shut and the window open). As it turned out, Mike gave my pussy a fantastic, if rather quick tongue lashing that had me quivering and out of breath before we returned to join the others.

“You took your time,” Katie said, giving me a knowing look when we returned to the main room. I said nothing but gave her a slow, lingering kiss that drew some appreciative comments from the male onlookers.

During the half-time interval, the three of us girls were required to provide the entertainment, eating each others’ pussies, kissing, fondling, using toys on each other that had us all cumming over and over again. It was a lot of fun but it left me in desperate need of some more cock.

The second half continued in much the same vein as the first. At some point I’d lost my hat but I still had my heels. At some point Richie came all over Katie’s tits and Jenny and I had to lick them clean. Mike then did the same to me and once I had been ‘tidied up’, Kenny unloaded all over Jenny.

The highlight of the whole evening for me, came shortly after that.

Kenny was lying on his back and I had that wonderfully thick cock of his rammed up inside my pussy. As I rode his cock, Katie and Jenny began playing with my tits, each taking one and sucking, licking and caressing it. My pussy felt deliciously full as I impaled myself on Kenny’s cock and the girls’ tongues on my tits kept me almost continually on the boil.

Suddenly, I felt a fingertip press against my arsehole. I squirmed, gripping Kenny’s cock with my cunt as Mike worked one well lubed finger and then another into my rear hole. I have been DP’ed before so I knew what to expect. I was hugely turned on and couldn’t wait for what was about to happen next.

“Fuck my arse, Mike!” I demanded. “Fuck my arse while Kenny fucks my pussy!”

I held myself still on Kenny’s cock and, slowly, Mike moved into position, pressing his knob against my tight rear hole and slowly working şirinevler escort his cock into my back passage.

I came, hard, barely able to contain myself as I savoured having both holes stuffed full of cock. I began to moan, loudly. Suddenly, Richie was in front of me, offering me his cock. This was something I’d never done before; taking three cocks at once. I was in heaven as I took Richie’s cock into my mouth, sucking it as Kenny and Mike fucked my pussy and arse while Katie and Jenny sucked and caressed my tits.

My body was on fire. I’ve never felt so full or as deliciously slutty and whoreish as I did at that moment. Never have I experienced such a sense of total body stimulation. It hurt, I’ll admit that, but the pain just added to my arousal.

In the end, it was all too much for me. I’d come so hard that I couldn’t take any more. Somehow the guys sensed this and slowly disengaged themselves from me. Suddenly I felt very stretched and empty but at the same time ecstatic and thoroughly well fucked.

The guys hadn’t come so, as I lay there, quivering and breathing hard, trying to regain control of my body, I watched on as Kenny, Mike and Richie convinced Katie to replace me (not that she needed much convincing) and took up their respective places at each of her openings.

The look on Katie’s face was something to behold as she took all three cocks at once. When I’d recovered enough strength to move, I took my place beside her, sucking one of her tits as Jenny sucked the other.

Katie’s climax left her every bit as drained as mine had me and, still, somehow the guys hadn’t yet unloaded.

Katie and I snuggled together , kissing and caressing as we watched Richie take his wife from behind. As her husband fucked her, she sucked Kenny until he came and then did the same to Mike. Finally, with a smile of contentment on her face and some cum on her chin, she rode Richie until he came, filling her pussy with his cum.

Katie was still too exhausted to move but I had recovered a little so, when Richie pulled out, I took it upon myself to clean both him and then Jenny with my mouth, giving Jenny another small but powerful climax in the process.

The game ended at some point during all this but the fun went on. Even after we’d got cleaned up and dressed to have the after-match barbeque we just kept on sucking and licking and fucking. Katie and I got fucked by each of the guys at least once (in one hole or another) and, while Jenny only fucked Richard, she did spend at least some of time sucking Mike’s and Kenny’s cocks.

On top of all that, Jenny, Katie and I had a lot of fun with each other, either 1-on-1 or all three of us together.

All in all, it was a pretty wild afternoon and evening. It’s fair to say that Katie and I were a bit tender as we walked slowly and decidedly gingerlyback to mine afterwards. We were both totally knackered when we got back to mine but that didn’t stop us from rounding the evening off with our own version of a ‘nightcap’.

I didn’t wake up until about 11am the next morning and I would probably have slept even longer if it hadn’t been for Katie’s tongue on my clit. That’s one absolutely amazing way to start your day and, after I’d had a couple of orgasms, I returned the compliment.

I’m still a bit tired and definitely a little tender in places but, all in all, I’d say it was worth it.

Funnily enough, it was only when I finally got around to reading the news on Saturday evening that I discovered that Scotland had ended up losing the match 3-1.

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Do you like Booty Juice? Do you even know what it is? If you don’t, then I’m here to enlighten you. My name is Marcus Wilson. A six-foot-one, lean and rugged, dark-skinned and athletic young African-American man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m a student at Saint Dominus College in Boston. This is the tale of my most erotically charged adventures. Sit tight, and start jerking your dicks or fingering your pussies, people. It’s about to get hot in here.

Saint Dominus College. A small Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. Quite the diverse population, too. Eleven thousand students. Thirty eight percent of whom are of African-American descent. Twelve percent are of Hispanic descent and eight percent are Asian. The remaining forty two percent are Caucasian, and mostly Irish. For a private school, that’s quite a lot of diversity. And it’s turned this small campus into a racial and political minefield. The white students and the ethnic students don’t get along. Blah. People will always find excuses to hate one another. Add to the fact the fact that the Swine Flu Pandemic is burning a lethal swath across America and the rest of the western world and you’ll see why so many people need some fun right now.

It’s May of 2009. In a few weeks, I will graduate from Saint Dominus College with a bachelor’s degree in business administration. I liked Saint Dominus but it’s time to move on. Time to enter the real world. I will miss this place, though. For four years, Saint Dominus was my home. I moved into the dormitories in August of 2005. I had just graduated from Brockton Community High School. There I was, a public school guy in one of the richest private schools in New England. Saint Dominus College seemed like a dream come true. A school with a real commitment to diversity and academic excellence. It was also an athletic powerhouse. They fielded varsity teams in Men’s baseball, basketball, bowling, cross country, soccer, swimming, fencing, water polo, gymnastics, track & field, ice hockey, wrestling, rugby, sailing and football along with Women’s softball, basketball, bowling, cross country, water polo, soccer, fencing, swimming, track & field, ice hockey, field hockey, wrestling, rugby, sailing and gymnastics. All the sports teams compete in the NCAA Division One.

Saint Dominus College will soon become part of my glorious past. I played soccer for this school and led the men’s soccer program to NCAA glory. We took first place at the New England Tournament two years ago. Ah, my glory days. I shall miss sancaktepe escort them. That’s why I organized a little get-together with some friends and classmates of mine at my apartment. I wanted it to be a party for the ages, folks. Seriously. It ended up exceeding my expectations. How? It became an orgy for the ages. It’s amazing what a lot of stressed out, paranoid and horny men and women will do when you add music, alcohol and some erotically charged videos to the mix. I say such a combination can work wonders on the most uptight and sexless of human beings. In fact, I guarantee it.

First things first. Let me read off the guest list. I invited my good friend Stella Winston. She’s one of the most fantastic women I know. A six-foot-one, curvy, busty and big-bottomed, deliciously voluptuous sister with dark brown skin and long Black hair braided into neat cornrows. She used to be the captain of the Saint Dominus College women’s rugby team. I really loved her. Once upon a time. We were lovers, you see. Then one day, she left me for some rich white guy. And a few months later, that guy left her for a white chick. I guess, in the end, everyone gets their just desserts and virtually everything comes around. Right back to the beginning. I didn’t bear Stella any ill will. In fact, I still think she’s got the finest ass on campus. This refined Black woman from a wealthy family has a thick ghetto booty that would make a porn starlet seethe with jealousy.

Stella came with her good friend Monica Chavez, a tall and slender ( yet deliciously busty and big-bottomed ) young woman of African-American and Mexican descent. She was vacationing in Mexico when the Swine Flu mess came along and ruined things. She returned to the United States of America just in time. If anybody needs some fun, it’s her. She’s wound up tighter than a clock. Next there’s Isabel Bronson. A tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irish-American chick from the women’s volleyball team who seems to only date Black men. She came with her boyfriend Jason Thorne, a tall and burly, ruggedly handsome Black man who’s captain of the Saint Dominus College men’s swimming team. He’s actually the Most Valuable Player of the men’s swim team. How about that? Contrarily to popular belief, African-American men and African-American women can and do swim competitively. In high school, college and the Olympics. At all levels. We’re there. Let no one tell you otherwise.

I also asked my good friend Kyle Henderson, a tall and model-like, sultangazi escort extremely handsome young Black man who’s the captain of the Saint Dominus College men’s Baseball team. He’s been my number one guy for ages. That’s it as far as the guest list of the party goes. In my sincere opinion, less is most definitely more. Seriously. We sat in my living room, watching an erotic classic. It featured Black men and Black women having great sex together around a pool. I watched my guests as the film played on. Gauging the reactions of these collegiate men and women to that erotic video was quite fun for me. Especially the women’s way of reacting to it. Watching women watch porn is fascinating for many men, including myself. The ladies seemed to be enjoying the erotic footage as much as the men.

The night went by. We talked, we drank and discussed the movie. I ‘accidentally’ turned on the thermostat even though it was warm outside. I just wanted to encourage my guests to start removing certain items of clothing. To cool off, you know. It worked perfectly. The combination of heat, alcohol and erotic footage is perfect for setting up an orgy. Before I knew it, everyone was making out and undressing. I watched my friends as they did their thing. Jason Thorne had a steamy threesome with Isabel Thorne and Monica Chavez while Kyle Henderson and Stella Winston got busy.

Jason ran his right hand through Isabel’s long blonde hair as the sexy volleyball player stroked his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock. Well, other than my own, I haven’t seen an uncut dick in a long time. Nice! With his left hand, he stroked Monica’s soft tits. The sexy biracial woman seemed to like what he was doing. Nearby, things were progressing rather nicely between Stella and Kyle. The hunky Baseball player knelt before the voluptuous young Black woman and busied himself licking her pussy. Well, I guess Stella must be pleased with her selection. She seems to like men who enjoy pleasing her. She ran her hand through Kyle’s hair as he licked and fingered her snatch. I grinned. Yeah, she liked that sort of thing. I guess some things never change.

Things were progressing nicely. Jason was in heaven as Monica and Isabel teamed up to suck his big black dick and lick his balls. The biracial woman and the blonde-haired white chick sucked him until he came, then they shared his manly seed. Man, this was seriously hot. Next, he got busy with the two of them. He put Monica on all fours and began drilling his cock cihangir escort into her pussy while Monica buried her face between Isabel’s creamy white thighs, licking the white chick’s neatly shaved pussy. Jason gripped Monica’s hips and slammed his cock into her pussy. The black stud was having the time of his life with these two sexy ladies.

Meanwhile, Kyle and Stella were doing their thing. Now it was his turn to get serviced by her. Stella sucked Kyle’s cock and licked his balls like cock sucking was going out of style. Man, I couldn’t believe this shit. The whole time I went out with her, Stella always seemed reluctant to suck my cock. And now she was sucking Kyle’s dick like a thirsty traveler drinking from an oasis. Wow. Women! When she got done sucking his dick, what she did surprised the hell out of me. Stella got on her hands and knees, face down and ass up. With those big hands of hers, she spread her plump ass cheeks wide open, exposing her puckered asshole. Kyle grinned, and bent low before pressing his lips against her anus. I was stunned. I didn’t know he got down like that. The dude began licking the big black woman’s asshole like anal-licking was going out of style. After a while, he stopped licking her ass and placed his cock there instead. With a swift thrust, Kyle’s dick slid into Stella’s asshole. Gripping the big black woman’s wide hips, he began to butt-fuck her. Stella squealed in delight as Kyle plunged his dick into her asshole. I smiled. Wow. I didn’t know this bitch got down like that.

Nearby, Jason was fucking lovely blonde Isabel, who was on all fours, screaming her lungs out while Monica fingered Jason’s ass and slipped a small dildo into it. Talk about kinky. Jason gripped Isabel’s long blonde hair and yanked her head back while thrusting his cock deep into her. At the same time, Monica shoved her dildo deep into his ass. She fingered her pussy while stimulating Jason’s backdoor as he slammed his cock up Isabel’s glistening wet pussy. Now that’s what I call team work! Everybody seemed to be having fun. Stella was howling in pleasure as Kyle filled her ass with his dick. And Jason was doing some screaming of his very own as Monica’s dildo stretched his ass. Just like Isabel’s screams filled the room as her pussy was filled with Jason’s manhood. Hot!

In the end, a good time was had by all. When all was said and done, we went into the showers, giggling all the way. My friends and classmates thanked me for throwing the coolest party ever. I just shrugged, and told them they were welcome, anytime. I bade them goodnight, and went to my room. Unbeknownst to them, I taped the whole thing. And I’m going to make a killing with this unabashed erotic video in the online amateur porn market. What a way for me to make sure my classmates remember me forever and make some money at the same time. Am I devious or what?

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