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Dee’s new job was a boon for our finances, and the hours she had to work made it fine with my work commitments and the kids. I was rapt to see her so happy and was also pleased with the attitude she was showing in the clothes she would wear when working. She’d always dressed nice for me when we went out and when we fucked, but to see my sexy long-legged wife walk out the door in high heels and a hot outfit for work was H-O-R-N-Y!!

About a week ago, Dee rang me at work and told me Al had phoned with a rush job that she had to do. Two Japanese execs from Toyota were coming in to town and were keen to buy a place down the peninsula where all the golf courses were. Apparently her job was to pick the two guys up at the airort, show them to their hotel, then drive them down to inspect the apartments and condos at each of the golf course developments. She was then to have dinner and negotiate with them before heading home. It was to be a long day for her and so I arranged to pick up the kids and cook them dinner. We spent a lovely night watching a video before I put the kids to bed and sat back and watched another video myself. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Dee was kissing me on the cheek and her hand was snaking it’s way inside my trousers as I lay on the couch!

She put her finger to my lips in the “don’t say a word” message. gaziosmanpaşa escort I smiled and leaned back, enjoying the touch of her long finger nails as they raked their way along my rapidly firming shaft. She unzipped me and then went down on me as only Dee can. I am almost eight inches when erect, and my sexy wife can easily take it all the way into her hungry throat. I moaned a little and pushed my cock upwards deeper into her throat. Without a word she jammed it in until I could feel it bottom out on her tonsils at the back of her throat. Within three minutes she made me cum. My jism oozed and spurted into her mouth, and she managed to almost gobble the lot down. A few small trickles seeped out the side of her lips and she rapidly looked me in the eye and slurped them down aswell. She then stood back and removed all her clothes, but left on her black heels. I loved that! She always knew that fucking in heels was my favourite thing. These were her platform sandal style heels, six inches, and man she was tall when she wore them! I know Japanese guys are relatively short, so I expected she had impressed them with her height during the day’s activities.

She tugged on my legs and turned me so that I was leaning back in the couch with my legs stretched out facing her. Slowly she escort istanbul stepped back and then started a sexy show, dancing and writhing in front of me. Her hands were all over her breasts, and kept cupping them, which she also knows drives me crazy! She then slowly, and I mean slowly, lowered her hands down her body, gliding down her waist and stomach, before reaching down and exposing her clit. She gave it a slow and wet flicker, before inserting three fingers inside her pink and hairless cunt. She pumped them up and down a few times, squatting down lower with each thrust, until her fingers were buried deep inside. Suddenly she pulled them out and showed them to me. The were covered in white sticky cum! I was shocked and aroused at the same time! Dee then shocked me again by thrusting the cum soaked fingers into her mouth, before licking the clean.

Man was my wife a sexy bitch! Not to rest on her laurels, she slowly turned around and then bent over, so that her awesome ass was facing me. Her left hand then snaked it’s way around and she inserted a finger deep inside her ass. Normally she likes the action round there to be slow, so I was a little surprised when she jammed the finer in and out pretty fast and deep. I soon found out why. She pulled out the finger and revealed that her ass was also full of cum! Man…it esenler escort HAD been a big day!! My cock was starting to harden again and Dee noticed this.

Without saying a word still, she back towards me and took hold of my cock.

“Fuck me. Stick your fat cock in my hot cum soaked ass and fuck the shit out of me”.

It was the first words she had uttered since she had woken me on the couch. My hot assed wife wanted me to butt fuck her…so who was I to refuse a request like that????

I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, noticing the wetness in her hot musky hole. Normally we would use a heap of vegetable oil when doing anal, but this night was different. She lowered her asshole down and pushed hard immediately, jamming my now raging hard on inside her soaking ass. I felt the heat in there and grabbed her hips really firmly, fucking her fast and mercilessly. I knew she wanted it that way. Her hair and head were thrashing around and she was grunting and moaning as she always did during anal or double penetration sex. I was wildly turned on. Her she was, heels only, letting me fuck her ass like anything. It was fantastic. I finally needed to cum and she didn’t miss a beat. I pumped and pumped and then jammed it in as far as it would go as I deposited my cum where someone had obviously been earlier that day. Without saying a word, she pumped my cock with her ass until all my cum was trapped inside her butt. She then slowly moved off until a loud “pop” released my cock from her fantastic ass, and she walked off towards the bedroom saying, “Come to bed and I’ll tell you all about it”………..

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“I’m not sure about this,” Ella called to me above the noise of her hairdryer.

“You’re the one who agreed to go. If you’d asked me I’d have told you to say we’re busy.” I shifted on the sofa and flicked aimlessly through the channels full of celebrities I’ve never heard of.

The hairdryer noise ceased and a few seconds later Ella appeared at the doorway of the living room.

“Going like that are you?” I joked as she pulled her bath robe tighter. She’s always been conscious of her body and even though we’re married it’s still a task to get her naked.

“At least I’d know what I was wearing. I hate fancy dress.”

“So you should have said no! Plus it’s not fancy dress, it’s a costumed masquerade party,” I said, reading from the invitation on the coffee table.

“Same thing,” she said as she perched on the arm of a chair. “You know I couldn’t say no. She’s my boss.”

“She’s not really your boss, is she? She works with your boss.”

“Yeah.”

“At head office.”

“Yeah.”

“Where you don’t have to see her,” I said with a stare that let her know I blamed her for dragging me along.

“I’m going to finish getting ready,” Ella sighed and left the room.

I took another glance at the invitation. It didn’t give much information other than the theme of Heaven and Hell and an address. Obviously I’d looked on Google maps but all I could see was that it was a big house in a street of big houses. All of which had high hedges and large gates that prevented nosy people like me from seeing much online.

I watched TV for a bit, almost dying of boredom, before the doorbell startled me. I waited for Ella to answer it but soon realised she must have been upstairs.

“I’ll get it then,” I muttered to myself as I rose from the sofa and went into the hallway.

I opened the door with a smile and an enthusiastic “Hello” and hoped our guests would believe the fake sincerity.

“Hi, you must be Ella’s husband. We’ve heard so much about you,” said the woman already pushing past me.

“Nice to meet you,” said her companion as he nearly crushed my hand.

“Where is she then?” she asked as she peered in every door she could find.

“Upstairs I think…”

Before I could say Ella would be right down, she had rushed up the stairs.

“You’ll have to excuse Collette; she gets very excitable about parties like this. Well, I’m sure we all do.” He smiled as though I was part of an in-joke.

“Oh, absolutely.” I shut the door and showed him into the living room.

From what I had glimpsed of Collette, she was a reasonable looking woman in her early forties, although she dressed in a way to make her appear more youthful. Her short blonde hair framed her glasses nicely and she seemed to be in decent shape. Not that it had been easy to see under her long coat and the bag she clutched.

“So you’ve been married for less than a year then?”

“What? Oh, yes. Only a few months,” I replied.

He had already sat down in my place on the sofa and was glancing at the TV.

“Married life is great,” he said. I still didn’t know who he was.

“So you’re married to Collette then?”

He looked at me as though I were stupid. “For nearly twenty years now. Can’t believe you watch this shit,” he said as he pointed to the screen.

“I don’t really. It’s just there’s nothing on.”

He picked up the remote and typed in a number. “You don’t even have the footy channels? Jesus. I wouldn’t let Collette control me like that. Tell you what, you get us a drink and I’ll get our costumes ready.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nobhead.

I went and took as long as I could to get us a beer from the fridge. This was going to be a long night. Still, if it was a big party then we could always sneak away from them. Or maybe just kill him and bury him in the huge garden. I eventually carried the cans through to the living room.

“Jesus,” I said as I saw what he was wearing.

“Not quite,” he grinned and took a can. He was dressed in a monk’s habit. It looked like an oversized brown bath robe tied with rope. “There’s yours,” he pointed to the other habit on the table.

I put my beer down and picked up the costume. I got my arm halfway into the sleeve before he commented.

“You don’t wanna do that. You’ll be roasting.”

“So you aren’t wearing a shirt underneath?”

He scoffed. “Wear as little as possible.” He opened his habit to show me what he had on, or rather didn’t have on, underneath. All he wore was a pair of white underpants that left little to the imagination. Coupled with a physique that said he regularly frequented the gym it meant I was more than reluctant to strip off.

I removed my shirt and slipped the habit on. Only then did I take off my jeans and socks. Letting him see my slim upper body was one thing but I wasn’t going to let him see my boxers or chicken legs too.

With the habit on, I then had to put the sandals on. I hate sandals and they only added to my discomfort.

“Perfect,” he said.

I picked up my şirinevler escort wallet but caught his gaze which told me I’d made another mistake. “Won’t I need it?”

He shook his head. “Drinks are free, you have your ticket.”

“What about ID?”

“It’s a masquerade party. Surely the whole point is to be anonymous?”

I placed my wallet back on the table. It was probably too late to ask his name so we sat in almost silence drinking and watching what he wanted to. Eventually we heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Is heaven ready to see hell?” Collette called from outside the room.

“Absolutely,” her husband replied.

Collette entered almost dragging Ella behind her. I could see why and my eyes went wide at the sight. They were dressed as devils although that was little more than a set of silk horns they wore. Collette had on fishnet stockings, a red corset that fitted well over her small breasts and a black thong. She made a point of giving us a twirl to see her little devil tail. I tried to avoid looking through embarrassment.

Collette’s husband wasn’t embarrassed to look at her or Ella. She was dressed in things even I struggle to convince her to wear. A black underbust basque covered her stomach beneath a red and black bra. Always self-conscious of her large breasts, Ella had one arm up to cover them but it was futile. She wore black stockings that accentuated her legs. Despite her own thoughts, I’ve always found Ella’s body sexy. Medium height, not too skinny but no real excess fat anywhere. As Collette turned Ella to show her tail, I saw the only victory Ella must have had. The basque had come with a thong but instead she was wearing black French knickers. She looked incredible but it felt awkward that it wasn’t only me watching her.

“Come on then, let’s get going,” Collette said enthusiastically.

She went out first with her husband not far behind. I took the opportunity to pull Ella to one side. “We don’t have to go.”

“It’s a bit late now.” I could tell she wanted to stay.

“What if we go but make an excuse to leave early?”

“OK,” she nodded.

I picked up my keys and followed Ella outside. Before I’d turned to lock the door, Collette pushed past me, holding Ella’s coat that she hadn’t managed to get on.

“We’re only going from the car to the house and back. It’s warm enough to leave it behind.”

I looked to Ella who was obviously struggling to think of a reason to protest. “We were going to put our keys in her coat,” I said to Collette as she stepped back outside.

She snatched the keys from my hand, locked the door.

“Nonsense. Damien will drive.”

I was dumbstruck as she placed the keys behind a plant pot and dragged Ella to the car.

I had hoped the ride would give Ella and me a chance to plot our escape. Instead she was in the back seat with Ella whilst I sat in the front alongside Damien. Quite appropriate really, travelling to a Heaven and Hell party with a man named after the son of the Devil.

From what I could overhear, Collette spent most of the journey telling Ella how wonderful the night would be. For most of the ride I was subjected to Damien showing me every feature of his car, from the music system to the built-in sat-nav and DVD player. Each thing he showed me was followed by me having to tell him our car didn’t have it. Apparently if I kept working hard I’d be able to afford a car like his. I think he meant to come across as encouraging and friendly. Instead he seemed smug and annoying. I was almost relieved when we reached the road full of huge houses. All of the gates appeared the same but we soon slowed at one and waited as the gates slowly parted.

The tyres crunched over gravel as we slowly drove up the long driveway. Before it opened out to where people had parked, we saw a masked man waiting for us.

“Time to put these on,” Collette said as she handed each of us our mask.

I looked at mine. It wasn’t some tacky cardboard thing I had expected. Instead it was well made and covered in silk. I put it on and it sat surprisingly comfortably over my face. It covered my eyes and there were elongated pieces at the side to cover my cheeks. Only my mouth was exposed and it suddenly made me feel anonymous. I glanced back to Ella, who forced a smile from beneath her mask. I hoped it would at least make her a bit more relaxed.

With our masks on, Damien drove slowly up to the waiting man. He pressed the button to make the window open and the man leaned in.

“Your invitations, please.”

Invitation. Shit. I didn’t have it. I panicked and then that turned to joy. I didn’t have our invitation. We wouldn’t have to go in!

“Sorry,” I said to Damien. “I think I left ours at home.”

“Good job I’m observant,” he smiled as he waved two invitations in the air and handed them to the man. “Picked yours up when we left.”

“Thanks.”

The man waved us on and Damien drove to the side of the house where we parked on a gravel escort istanbul forecourt alongside a dozen other cars. We got out and Damien locked the car before leaning underneath it.

“Problem?” I said hopefully.

“Just hiding the keys. Can hardly keep them in my pants can I?”

“He can’t keep anything in his pants,” Collette quipped.

They laughed and strode off towards the door. I took Ella’s hand and we nervously followed. It looked like a large Georgian house that wouldn’t be out of place on a period drama. My knowledge of architecture is poor though and so I was still surprised by the size of the hall we stepped into.

There had been carved pumpkins outside but inside was amazing. Fake cobwebs covered the place and there were skeletons and creepy crawlies everywhere. There was even a witch’s cauldron with smoke billowing out across the floor.

There were also people. Lots of people. Monks moved around, barely distinguishable from one another. It would have been hard to tell Damien and me apart if he hadn’t been twice my size. As for the women, they were all dressed in what is normally reserved for very occasional bedroom play. Ella was comparatively overdressed as corsets and stockings were everywhere. One woman passed us and smiled. I tried not to smile back in case Ella saw and thought I was enjoying the fact that she had foregone a bra in place of red tassels on her nipples.

“Let’s get some drinks,” Damien said.

We passed the stairs and went to the rear of the house. It was only as we entered the kitchen that I realised something was different. Ella was taller than me. I looked down and saw that she had on a pair of red shoes with a three or four inch heel on.

“Where did you get them from?”

“I leant them to her,” Collette said. “Can’t have her wandering around in flats at a party. A girl needs to show off!”

Ella never wore heels. Besides, she was showing off enough as it was. I almost felt bad for taking so long to notice. Mind you, there were a lot of distractions.

Collette handed us each a cocktail she had poured from a punch bowl that had been made to look like another cauldron. It tasted fairly nice although the edge was probably taken off it by my attention being on two women on the other side of the kitchen. One was pouring shots onto her neck and the other was licking them off as the liquid reached her cleavage.

“I don’t feel so uncomfortable now.”

There were a few guys egging them on to do another shot. The drinker refused, much to their annoyance, but they swapped places and got a cheer.

“I said I don’t feel so uncomfortable now,” Ella repeated, closer to my ear.

“Well that’s good, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I was worried all the attention would be on me,” she pointed to her breasts.

“My attention is on you,” I smiled.

“Oh, clearly,” she said as she nodded to the shots girls.

“Sorry, I…” I stopped my apology when I saw her smirk.

“Don’t worry, I was watching too. Can’t believe anyone would want all that attention on them.”

Collette turned towards us. “Some people enjoy it. I suppose they know that they’re turning people on and that excited them.”

“I suppose,” Ella said.

“Come on, plenty more to see,” Collette said, leading us back to the hallway. “The rooms downstairs are nice and relaxed if that’s what you’re after.”

What we were after was an excuse to leave.

“And upstairs?” Ella asked.

“That’s a bit more…full on,” she said.

“Well I’m not ready for anything too scary just yet,” Ella said.

“Best not to rush into things too quickly,” Damien told us. “Only go up there when you’re ready. We’ll definitely go up but then that’s us.”

The last sentence really wound me up. It was almost a challenge.

“We’ll go up at some point,” I said confidently.

“Great!” Collette exclaimed.

She showed us around the downstairs rooms, there must have been five or six, each themed slightly differently. There was a witches’ coven, a ghost train, a graveyard and a few rooms done up like horror film sets. After our tour that seemed to last forever, we were left alone by Collette and Damien who made it clear they had spent far too long downstairs with us. Thankfully by that point we’d had enough drinks for it not to bother me too much. My mind was firmly focussed on things other than pleasing them. I’d spent most of the night staring at my wife in her sexy outfit. Whenever I’d looked away to take my mind off it I’d only got an eyeful of some other scantily clad woman. There seemed to be women of all shapes and sizes here. It had obviously helped Ella to feel less self-conscious.

We found ourselves in the witches’ coven. It was basically a sitting room with a number of couches and chairs around. They were covered in throws that had stars and moons sewn into them. Yet another cauldron spouted smoke which billowed across the floor. Music played softly although it was chilling classical pieces to add to the atmosphere.

We ataköy escort found a spot at the end of a sofa. I sat down and Ella sat on my lap. The rest of the sofa was occupied by a couple who probably didn’t even realise we were there. They were engaged in a long and passionate kiss and in the darkness I could see her hands disappearing beneath his habit.

Ella had sat so that her back was to the couple. Other people were in the room but it was dark and so most things would go unnoticed. I pulled her head towards mine and kissed her. Our tongues met and I immediately felt a surge of excitement through my body. I pulled her in tighter and moved my lips to her neck. She loves to be kissed there so I knew it would turn her on. I delicately kissed the skin, my tongue gently licking. After a few seconds I heard her moan into my ear. My hand reached up her leg and caressed the exposed skin between her stocking and her knickers. Still kissing her neck I eased my hand further up her thigh. Moving it slowly, teasing her as I got closer and closer to my goal.

She leaned her neck away from me. Her hand pushed mine away.

“Stop,” she whispered.

I had worried that the other people would have put her off. I suppose it was inevitable.

“I need the loo,” she continued.

I sighed. There wasn’t really much arguing with that. She stood up and I walked out of the room with her, my hands around her waist holding her as close to me as I could. We reached the hallway and she spun around to kiss me again.

“Hurry up,” I said. “Then we can go back in there.”

“We could just go home,” she smiled.

“We’d need to find Collette and Damien.”

“They’ll be upstairs,” Ella said.

I looked up and even through my mask she could sense my disappointment.

“I thought you said you were going up there anyway?”

I rolled my eyes as she reminded me of what I’d said to Damien. “I’ll go and look for them while you go to the bathroom.”

“Thanks,” she kissed me on the cheek and walked off to the bathroom.

I started walking up the stairs and suddenly felt self-conscious. It was stupid but what Damien had said made me nervous of making a fool of myself. I pulled up the hood of the habit to achieve a little more anonymity.

I reached the landing and had to decide which way to go. It was even darker up here than downstairs although there were less people. Downstairs everyone seemed to wander round but up here there was barely anyone on the landing. One man walked past me to the right and headed down the corridor. I followed him but he glanced back so I made a point of choosing a different room to him. The door was open so I stepped inside. It seemed to be a bedroom although there was no bed in it. There was a mat or rug on the floor with a crudely drawn pentagram on it. The room was lit by imitation gas lamps although much of their light was obstructed by the men and women who stood around the walls. I took my place alongside another man to see what they were watching.

In the centre of the room, stood at the pentagram, was a man. He seemed to be in charge although he did not speak. It crossed my mind for a moment that this could be actual devil worship although that was quickly dispelled. He looked around the room and motioned for someone to join him. A woman stepped forwards into the light. As she knelt in the pentagram I recognised Collette. Evidently we wouldn’t be leaving soon. I pressed myself back against the wall and watched, wondering what was going to happen.

The man before her pulled at his rope and let it fall loosely to his sides. Then he parted his habit. He was naked beneath. Even in the faint light I could tell that he was partially erect. Collette lifted her hand and took hold of his dick. She slowly stroked it, almost as though she were afraid of it. As it grew harder, she held it firmer. Then she leaned forwards and closed her mouth around the tip. There were gentle moans from around the room. I glanced at the figures in the darkness. Some were touching themselves, some each other.

I looked back to Collette. Her head moved back and forth as she sucked at his cock. Her cheeks tightened each time she drew it further into her mouth. Then he held his hand up and pointed to another point on the pentagram. Another man stepped out from his watching place and stood on the mat. He opened his robe and pulled his already hard dick from his boxers. Collette acted as if it was normal. She turned and leant forwards to engulf his cock into her mouth. I watched as she licked the shaft while her hand cupped his balls.

Another man joined them. He too was sucked by Collette as she continued to serve them as a room full of people watched. I felt my own dick pressing against my boxers. A fourth man joined them. On it went. The woman who had invited us here, my wife’s boss, was her knees in front of four hard cocks. I realised there was a fifth place to be filled. The temptation flashed across my mind for a brief second but I couldn’t do that to Ella.

Ella. I’d left her downstairs. I realised I had to find her. I had to tell her what I’d seen. As the fifth man stood before Collette, I left the room to search for her. Barely two steps out of the door I caught a glimpse of her as she reached the top of the stairs. She glanced towards me but either didn’t see me or didn’t recognise me.

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Rejection hurt the most when it came in multitudes.

Daniel Aster prided himself in his resiliency and independence. He didn’t care what any authority told him, he could bounce back from any criticism. If a critique held merit, he’d listen, and if it just broke him down without purpose, he’d ignore it. He knew he had power, and he knew that with the right training, he could control that power. He was a master warlock in the making.

The first rejection slip that came on his doorstep, delivered by a curiously intelligent Peregrine Hawk, he ignored. There were over a dozen great Warlock schools across all eight continents. (Maybe Mundanes thought there were seven continents, but they hadn’t figured out indoor plumbing until the 19th century, so what did they know?) and plenty of smaller private institutions. It didn’t matter if one said no.

The second slip, he laughed it off. ‘Fundamentally incapable of controlling power’ may have been a note in both papers, but what did that matter? He knew his control was a weak point, it just took one administrator to see that it could be improved, that it wasn’t hopeless. Besides, they saw his strengths, didn’t they? Good results on written exams, high levels of magical attunement-if it wasn’t for piss poor control, he’d have been a cinch.

Eight rejection letters made his confidence waver.

He now had a stack of forty. So many letters that they made his waste paper bin overflow, so many that animal control had been called to complain about the bird poop spattering cars in front of his home-bird messengers were traditional, but perhaps a bit inconvenient.

When he got to be High Warlock, he’d see about getting official communication channels equipped with telephones and pagers.

If he got to be High Warlock. You didn’t get elected to top positions without a prestigious degree to your name.

For all his confidence, he admitted needed education, practice, and a good teacher. Nobody became a master on their own; even Merlin had learned from the fae.

Only…that wasn’t quite true. He didn’t just need a teacher, he needed remedial classes, maybe a tutor-the kind of education he could only get with a lot of money or a top-tier school. He was like a toddler who’d never bursa escort learned to walk while his bones were growing, and now required physical therapy to catch up; he knew he had the capacity but he couldn’t stand up to prove it.

And with forty academies-public, private, long lasting institutions and barely-accredited night schools-all insisting he was unfit to be a warlock at all, Daniel had to admit that maybe they were right.

Maybe.

Lying on his bed, Daniel weighed his options. Give up, find a private tutor, bribe his way in-or keep digging for another school that he hadn’t already applied to.

Maybe he could make an appeal to his upbringing-his dad had been Mundane, not a lick of magic in him. Only his mom had power, but naturally, she was a witch. Women’s magic worked off the same fundamentals as men’s, but the nuances were vastly different; Warlocks worked alone, with lightning responses and raw strength no witch could manage, witches pooled their magic into covens that operated more slowly but with more delicacy, more staying power.

It was like the old saying-If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go together. Warlocks were fast.

Or…they were in theory. Daniel had learned the basics of magic early, but he wasn’t fast, and nothing his mom had taught him had built speed.

The catch-22 made him reel-he needed a teacher to get the speed and precision of a true Warlock, but his current abilities were so low that no school would take him.

While he pondered this, another hawk smacked into his window, flopping onto the wrought-iron fire escape outside his apartment. He winced, walking over to open it, while the bird gave him an annoyed look.

“I keep my space tidy,” he said, rolling his eyes as he untied the letter from around its neck, allowing himself to feel a spark of hope. “Not my fault you can’t tell clean glass from open air.”

The hawk gave a croaking little caw, giving him a side-eye that seemed to say, ‘I’m better than you.’ Even the birds were looking down on him today.

Once the note was in his hands, the bird squawked, flapped its wings, and took off to the skies once more.

“Okay,” Daniel said, turning over the letter bursa escort in his hands. “Let’s see what we’ve got…Berrier University.”

A distance-learning outfit, Berrier had been just about his last choice for application, but it was at least a choice. He didn’t need to attend for the full course-he could enroll for a semester, get enough proof that he could handle his shit, and take those grades to a real school.

He just needed his foot in the door. Holding his breath, he slid the envelope open and withdrew the note inside, mumbling the words as he read it aloud.

“Dear Mr. Aster,

We regret to inform you-“

Something was wrong with the note; after reading those first eight words, all the letters turned blurry and illegible.

He knew what the note said by heart, anyways. ‘Your control isn’t good enough, you aren’t fast enough, you don’t have the potential to be a warlock-you’ve got good grades on paper, go find work as an enchanter or something, maybe get a job teaching.’

And the message between the lines: ‘You’ll never be a real magician, so take the crumbs you can get. You just don’t have what it takes.’

“Dammit,” Daniel snapped, crumpling the note in his hand and tossing it into his trash bin. It bounced off the rim and rolled away. Annoyed, he snapped his wand-a stubby little thing with an ergonomic grip-off his desk and sent a shower of sparks at the note. It flopped into the air, overcorrected, and soared past the bin again.

He tried the spell again, and it this time flew straight up, no closer to being thrown away than if he’d left it to sit. On the third time, he spat out a word and flicked his wand and-instead of levitating the paper-set it on fire.

Eyes widening a fraction, Daniel blurted, “Shit,” and ran over, stomping out the flame before it could spread.

He stared down at the ashy pile.

(Goddammit.)

(God fucking dammit.)

(Are they right about me?)

Grimacing, he went to get a dustpan and clean up the mess. A cleaning spell would have been faster, but the last thing Daniel wanted to do was confirm the worst belief he held about himself.

He did have the potential, though. Daniel knew his strengths, escort bayan and he knew his flaws-he was impulsive, he acted too quickly, he could be too stubborn for his own good. But he had a well of power inside him, one he could feel deep down in his core, the kind of power that warlocks of legend could only dream of.

Maybe he was a little cocky, too, but who ever heard of a passive warlock?

“Screw them,” he said aloud. “I’m going to get into one of these schools, one way or another.”

He wondered about cheating, but that wouldn’t help either. Even if he found a way to pretend to be able to do things he couldn’t, he’d be found out too quickly; he needed something that would get him trained, not just that would get him in the door. His control was that bad-and, being honest, he couldn’t blame it fully on being taught the basics by a witch. Many witches, his mother included, had better control than him even though that was miles away from their field of expertise. And…

And…

And that gave him an idea.

Sitting down, he picked up the phone from his desk, punching in his mom’s number on the hard plastic buttons. It rang twice, and then-

“Danny!” she said, excitedly. “How are you, sweetie? Everything still going okay in Seattle? Have you found a job yet? A girlfriend?”

“I told you, I’m just here until I get accepted into college,” he said, scratching his chin. “Why look for a job when I’m leaving in a few weeks?”

He heard her click her tongue, a noise she made when she was thinking. “Right, right-it’s just, you never call, how am I supposed to know what’s going on in your life?”

“I’m calling right now!” He rolled his eyes. “Look, I was just curious-do you have your old records from when you were studying at Alphebeta?”

“I’m sure I’ve got them somewhere,” she said. “Why?”

He didn’t detect a hint of suspicion in her tone. Perfect. “For filling out one of these applications-I think it might help. Could you send that over?”

There was a way to get the education he needed. If witches had better focus than him, he’d just go learn from witches. His poor control wouldn’t stop him from getting enrolled, and he could fake the rest.

Daniel just had one obstacle to overcome:

Alphabeta-and, for that matter, any other witches’ school in the world-was an all girls school. Of course it was; ‘all witches’ and ‘all girls’ were practically synonyms.

Still, he had a way around that, too.

He’d just need his mom’s records, a little sleight of hand, and a dress.

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James and myself were regular performers at the local gay theatre, where we put on sex shows for the members of the public, as well as encouraging audience participation, be it from male or female participants. Following one of our shows, we were approached by Natalie, an organiser of a hen night party, to perform our sex acts in front of a group of girls. We were both astounded by the job as we had never performed out of the theatre before, and were not sure that a hen night would receive a gay act as well as in the theatre. When Natalie had told us that she and her friends from her office were regular attendees at the theatre, and that they would all be attending the hen party, we decided to give it a try.

On the night in question, we arrived at Natalie’s house an hour before the party was due to begin, so we could both get ready. Natalie led us to the spare bedroom so we could get changed and stay out the way of Jane, the Bride to be; she had no idea that we were to be her special performers tonight.

Once Natalie had left us, we both stripped from our clothes. James turned at me and laughed,

“You’re not wearing those pants again are you?”

I smiled too. I had on my favourite pair of latex pants, with a sheath for my cock, and a latex dildo that went up my ass. I always wore it before a show, firstly, so I could stretch my ass muscles, so when the shagging started I was already relaxed, and secondly, perhaps more importantly, I just enjoyed having my ass filled.

“Just getting ready for your huge cock.” I replied.

Having completely stripped, James moved towards me, “Then let me help you remove them” he said.

He put both his thumbs inside my pants and pulled them down gently. My cock was the first to be freed as it slid out of the sheath, then James pushed me forward so I was bent over. He then teasingly pushed the dildo further up my ass slowly, before, even slower, pulling it out. I could feel my ass slowly contract as he pulled on it, before he pushed it back in fast. I grunted with delight as he then fucked me with my own pants; trapped where I was, unable to move because the rest of my latex pants were now around my thighs.

“Ok, that’s enough,” he said. “We need to get ready, plenty of fucking later on.” He pulled the dildo out of my ass, and suddenly I felt empty. Having removed my pants completely, he covered me in baby oil, making my completely shaved body glistening under the light. As he applied baby oil to my ass, he inserted a finger briefly, before rubbing some onto my dick, in long slow movements. I let him do so; it was always a ritual before a show where we would both tease each other before going on stage. My balls were now aching, ready to unload, after being briefly fucked and slowly tossed. James could feel my cock hardening to unload, so he squeezed me tightly with one hand, preventing any ejaculation. I relaxed, and then turned to rub oil onto his hunky frame. I started with his shoulders and then moved to do his chest. Standing behind him, I pressed my chest against his back, so some of the oil on me would rub off onto his back. I circled my fingers around his nipples as I playfully kissed him on the back of his neck, and slowly rubbing my cock in the crack of his ass. He groaned, pushing his bum cheeks back to grind against me and because of the oil, my cock slipped between his cheeks and I felt the tip hit the underside of his balls, resulting in a soft moan from James. I kissed him again, this time on the side of the neck. He went to turn his head to kiss me, and our tongues touched briefly when the door opened.

“Oh sorry,” Natalie stood there holding two mugs of coffee. ” I just…er…thought you may have wanted a drink before you start.”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” James said. We both untangled and moved towards Natalie to get our coffee. She looked at the both of us naked, her eyes wide, and being as observant as I was, I could see her nipples were erect through her soft cotton t shirt. We both took a mug from her, her eyes glancing alternatively from my 7-inch cock and James 9 incher.

Gulping, she asked “May I?”

“Of course” I said, knowing what she was asking. She grabbed out both hands and took our cocks, her hands warm from holding our coffee. She closed her eyes as she slowly tugged on our dicks. With a mug in one hand, I reached with the other to her left nipple, and teasingly pinched at it. James did the same with her right, and we could both hear Natalie’s gentle moaning in her throat.

“I love cocks,” she whispered, “will you fuck us tonight during your show?”

“Only if you’re a naughty girl,” I said, and I moved my hand from her nipple to between her legs. Underneath her skirt, I discovered she was not wearing any underwear, so I moved my finger, locating her clitoris, before probing inside her fanny to moisten my finger. Eyes still closed, she gyrated herself against my finger, and now feeling it well lubricated, I moved back to her clit, maslak escort and started rubbing gently. Again she moaned in silence, and I kept slipping my finger deep inside her regularly so as to keep a moist finger. While doing this, I finished my coffee, and put it down before turning to her side, so my left hand was now stroking her pussy, clit now between my index and middle finger, and my right was clenching her ass cheek. James finished his coffee, and moved behind her. Lifting her skirt, he positioned his cock over her now dripping fanny, and slowly penetrated deep inside of her.

The shock of James’ 9 inches pushed her forward, yet I kept her steady as my hand still had control over her fanny. I moved my right hand onto James’ ass, and helped him with his slow thrusts, as he turned his head to face me. I closed my eyes and reached out with my tongue, searching for his, then I felt his warm, coffee flavoured mouth closing on mine.

Still thrusting inside of Natalie, he put his hand on my ass cheek, so that we now steadied each other with one hand, whilst our respective other hands were supporting Natalie, mine on her pussy, James’ on her right breast. I placed my own dick between James’ thigh and Natalie’s ass, so with every thrust, I could feel it being squeezed, my balls being knocked onto mine and Natalie’s left thighs repeatedly, while occasionally, I could feel James’ cock brushing the tip of mine. We must have remained like that for five minutes, when the doorbell downstairs rang. James was about to stop the shagging, but Natalie yelled “NO, don’t stop now, FUCK ME, KEEP FUCKING ME!” James then picked up the pace, thrusting hard, and nearly knocking me over. I moved out the way to let James fuck Natalie, but she screamed at me to keep playing with her pussy, so I retook my position and as the doorbell rang again, Natalie suddenly let out a loud scream and threw herself off James’ cock. She landed on her knees and remained there, shaking, but at the same time smiling. “Wow” she said. “Fucking awesome.”

There was a loud knock on the door. “Had you better get that?” James asked.

“I can’t,” she replied. “Can one of you get it please? It’s only the girls. Jane is the red-haired one by the way. Its her hen party.”

“Well we’re not quite ready, we need to get dressed…” I began saying.

“You are all ready, I can assure you. I just need some time to get my strength back,” she said. I hesitated, but she continued, “These girls love watching you two. We come to the theatre every payday to get pissed and horny. When the girls see you, trust me, you won’t need clothing. Just get straight into it. No build ups please, just straight into the shagging.”

I looked at James who smiled, “Sounds good to me!”

Seeing his Natalie-induced lubricated cock, I smiled back, wanting to taste her juices on James’ magnificent tool. “What we waiting for then?”

We both headed downstairs, James going into the living area, in front of the burning log fire, and lying on the sheepskin rug, and me to open the door. I hid behind the door as it opened, so any passers by couldn’t see me, and the girls walked in.

“About time” they chorused. They walked in, and I counted four of them in all, mostly between 20 and 40, though one must have been in her fifties. As they walked in, they turned to look at me expecting to see Natalie, and they all smiled when they realised who I was, except Jane, the bride to be. She stood there, transfixed.

“Oh my God, its you! From the theatre. What are you doing here?”

I looked at her, and moving towards her smiling, I took hold of her long red hair, and brushed it softly away from her face before planting a gentle kiss onto her lips. “I’m one half of your present from the girls.” I said.

She looked down at my still rock hard dick. “That the other half?” she smiled. I moved her towards the living room door. “No, that’s the other half.” I said.

She gasped with delight as she saw James, sitting near the fire, legs spread, supporting himself with his left hand and slowly jerking his cock in his right. All the girls moved into the living room to find a seat. Jane was still astonished at the present that the girls had bought her as Natalie walked in with boxes of bottled beer for everybody.

“Here we are girls,” she said “plenty of food and drink here now. So we have no reason to leave the room while these two boys get down to showing us how to suck and take dick!” She was still looking flushed from her experiences upstairs, but I didn’t care about that just then. Those experiences had worked me up so much I needed to both swallow cum and jettison it. James looked at me, knowing that was our cue.

I walked over to him, my cock pointing directly at him. He licked his lips, our pre-arranged signal that indicates that he will suck me off. So I approached to the side of him, and even before I had stopped, he had taken the tip of my escort istanbul dick in his mouth. Slowly he engulfed my entire shaft, rubbing his tongue on my underside as he slid his mouth back and two. I stood with my hands on my hips, enjoying the sensation of James’ expert mouth. Every time he pulled away, he would stop and give a little nibble on the end of my dick, before thrusting his face forward again. I looked over at our small audience, all the girls staring at my cock appearing from and then disappearing again into James’ mouth. One or two of them had already let their hands move to their crotches.

I looked down at James’ cock, standing proud, and eager to fuck. I pulled out of his mouth and gently slapped his cheek with my dick. He knew the signal, so he lay on his back. I positioned over him, so dick was back in his mouth, and now, supported by both my arms, I lay on top, leaving enough space for the girls to see, and I took James’ throbbing cock head into my mouth. With his gentle wanking, Natalie’s juices had rubbed off, so building up enough saliva into my mouth, I slowly spat onto his cock, letting all the saliva drip down from my mouth and down his entire shaft, before taking his whole length in my mouth. James let out a silent groan; I knew he did, not because I heard him, but because I felt the vibrations pass along my dick from his mouth. At the theatre, I was known as the deep throat expert, so I found his nine inches easy to take, and when I reached the bottom of his shaft, I pushed my nose into his balls, making him groan louder.

One thing about James is his teasing. He likes to suck slowly, much too slow for my liking in fact. So I took over the control of the pace, and instead of him sucking me, I was now thrusting in his face. I worked like a seesaw. Thrusting deep inside his throat, then deep-throating him, as my dick was withdrawing. I heard a moan from the other side of the room, and when I tried looking, I could see one of the girls had now started wanking herself furiously, though which one, I could not say, as my view was blocked by my arm. I thrust and sucked, thrust and sucked, and I could now taste James’ pre-cum, taking care to swallow it when I was thrusting. His slightly salty taste was always a delight to swallow, never harsh, but very creamy and always hot.

As I was thrusting into his face, I was picking up pace and could feel my balls slapping against his nose, but I could also feel the vibrations of his groans travelling up through my shaft, and I knew it was nearly time for him to explode. I went to suck him quicker and quicker, stopping my thrusting movements, and letting my cock bob around above his face. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks, as he became noisily vocal.

“Nnngh, ngh…yes, oh yes…nnnnnnnngh!”

I felt his cock hardening in my mouth before I felt wave upon wave of James’ cum hitting the back of my throat, and filling my mouth. I tried not to swallow any of it, but being a big cummer, James kept pumping his hot liquid into my face. I moved around, and planted my mouth over his, letting cum drip out from mine into his. Then I got up and looked at the audience. All the girls were now wanking frantically, and I moved to the closest one, the lady in her fifties, who was clearly enjoying the show. I knelt before her and placed my lips over hers, letting her taste James’ cum. I could hear James moving behind me, then the loud kissing sound of James sharing his cum with another of the hen night party.

My lady was really lapping up the cum from my mouth, and she had also reached for my cock, pulling on it slowly. I stopped her, and then pulled down her knickers. Probing with my cock, I found that she was already wet, and with a little push I slid into her wet cunt. With a stifled moan, she resumed licking James’ load from my mouth as I thrust gently deep inside her. Her pussy was tight, and it felt as if she hadn’t had cock in a while, so I carried on with my fucking slowly, getting her fanny used to my thick 7 inches, with my balls rubbing against the fabric of her chair. James, meanwhile, had been around the remainder of the women, letting them all taste his cum by means of kissing and had now moved back to me. I could feel his wet finger slowly enter my ass, and then gyrate to make my opening bigger. Then I felt his warm tongue against my hole, and slowly he pushed it deeper into me, and then pulling out and rolling it around my rim. I stopped kissing my shagging partner, and turned to look at the other girls in the room. They were all watching me shag, and being rimmed, one or two with cum traces around their mouths, but all rubbing themselves with one hand, whilst the other was fingering their fannies.

One of them cried to my lover, “Doreen, are you sharing him with us?”

I picked up my pace, thrusting faster and faster, showing the other girls (and James) what they were missing out on, then I could feel myself harden so I grabbed my cock with both cihangir escort hands and squeezed my dick tight to hold myself from cumming. I withdrew from Doreen, then moved onto the next girl in line, a young blonde, with small breasts. I placed my cock in her mouth and let her suck me.

“I know,” said James, “Lets play Musical Cock. I’ll play some music, and all the girls have to pass the cock between themselves, only using their mouths. Whoever has the cock in their mouth when the music stops can be fucked by him”

The girls seemed pleased with this idea, it was a little game James and myself played in the theatre when we encouraged audience participation, though usually it was with the men in the front row. A very popular game shall we say.

So I found myself encircled by all the girls, and being passed around. The girls’ wet mouths eager to hold onto my cock so I could fuck them, and they all varied their facial grips. Some held on with their teeth, some just by suction alone and some tickled my dick with their tongues as I went passed (or rather through) them. Jane took me in her mouth and was very reluctant to pass me on, instead to gently bit onto my cock, locked her lips around and sucked gently, I could feel myself cumming, but Natalie was next in line.

“Come on Jane, that’s cheating, let him come around us all.” She said.

And she placed her lips at the base of my shaft and brought me round to her. Her eyes never left mine, but Jane was still not for letting go.

“Don’t worry Jane, we got something special lined up for you after.” I said, and reluctantly she let go. Natalie immediately clamped her mouth over my cock then, and I stared into her eyes. She was still looking into mine as she went up and down my entire length, before passing me onto the brunette girl next to her. She quickly took me in her mouth then James stopped the music. Her eyes lit up and immediately let go of my cock and went to sit in a chair.

I moved towards her, and she lifted her skirt to reveal a shaven fanny. I knelt down in front of her and ran my tongue along her pussy lips. She gave a gentle moan, and I could tell that her friends were both jealous and excited. I moved closer, opening up her blouse and unclipping her bra. I took hold of her large nipple between my teeth, and manoeuvred my cock in front of her wet and waiting hole. With a slight adjustment in my positioning, I found myself slipping in. I stopped, taking my time; enjoying watching the enjoyment on her face as she slowly took in my cock. I pushed half way in, before pulling out again. Her face showing pleasure and frustration as I teased myself into and out of her. Then without warning, I thrust all the way in, deep inside her wet, warm fanny, and I stayed there, buried to the hilt, for several seconds, before slowly withdrawing again. I couldn’t really shag her fast, for fear of coming, so I slowly fucked her, feeling her pussy lips sliding down my long shaft as I enter, her legs now wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place.

I saw James move to the small-breasted blonde beside where we were, and kissed her. She was receptive, but suddenly pulled back. I guessed what James had done, and now I could see his next stage. As he kissed her, he slipped a condom into her mouth, that’s why she pulled back. But now she got the idea too as James stood up, and placed his hard cock against the blonde’s mouth. She placed the tip of the condom against James, and then using her lips, she rolled it down the length of his shaft. He then turned to me, and first, he inserted a finger, then two, before actually placing his throbbing head against my opening. I withdrew slightly out of the brunette, just so my tip was resting inside her. James pushed gently, and I found myself falling deeper into my current lover. As James pushed deeper in, I found I had nowhere else to go, so as I struggled to take 9 inches of James up my ass, I was wriggling deep inside the girl in front, her nails digging into me, and my ass getting fuller and fuller.

Natalie could take no more watching so she dived onto her knees and started kissing me, her tongue probing mine, as my dick probed the brunette and my ass was being deeply probed by James. I moved my hand to Natalie’s crotch and she continued to kiss me as I found her clit again, and rubbed it between my fingers, letting James control my fucking of the brunette by his pace whilst fucking me. I felt James lean in to throw his tongue into the kissing circle, and both he and Natalie were now kissing me all over my neck and shoulders. With James picking up the pace too, I felt my balls tensing and my cock hardening. I looked back at the brunette I was fucking, and she felt it too. She tensed her body, nails digging into my sides now as I finally came, letting out jets of hot liquid deep inside the brunettes fanny. The more I let out, the more she groaned, and I could feel my dick becoming sensitive, and yet James kept pushing me deep inside this fanny in front of me, and Natalie had her hand down around my balls, scooping up any escaped cum, and putting it in her mouth. Then a chorus of screams broke out from behind us, and we all turned to see Doreen and Jane, clinched together, rubbing each other’s pussies, and they had both cum just watching our achievements.

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This is an update on my Fem Dom Wife Susie and I, and how things have progressed. Susie as you know is now so stretched out my own cock is useless for fucking her with, she is being used by so many big cocks now not just big black cocks of Leroy and his friends, but has also found further men from my her own work who have Big white cocks. I seem to spend most of my time on my knees or on my back these days, either sucking cleaning up or being fucked myself. This is how it progressed to this point after the previous story ended.

It took very little encouragement for my own part in our new life of fem-dom wife and sub hubby to expand to the point where I was not only servicing my wife with clean up duties, or Leroy’s cock for that matter but also all the other big black cocks my wife Susie now enjoyed almost constantly were being given the sub hubby treatment of being licked, sucked and cleaned up by myself after being inside my wife’s pussy or ass.

My own cock was now constantly caged and hardly ever came despite the constant urge to do so, but there were times I was permitted to cum and I will explain later. The pain and suffering that situation causes is so wonderful it is hard to describe in writing. You wish to cum, you want to cum all the feelings in your body are there but there is nothing from your trapped, caged and restricted family jewels!

Anyway as the weeks passed, Susie introduced several new ‘situations and ideas’ to our life. One was my being pegged by her whilst still caged, the feelings this incurred were exquisite and to start with she used a thin one which didn’t do much other than fill my anus. But once she found the right strap on dildo, well! Let me tell you it stimulated my prostate like crazy and even in my cage I came! God did I come, it was a really weird experience because with my cock encaged, it obviously couldn’t grow but when I came it seemed to bulge out through the gaps in the cage and then huge dollops of thick cum dropped to the floor.

My whole body shook in an unbelievably strong orgasm, like I had never experienced before. Now when Susie feels like rewarding me this is what she does. Pegs my arse until I orgasm and always gets the same result a big cum from me as I grunt, scream and yell as the pain, pleasure and satisfaction goes of the scale everywhere.

The other thing that has happened is Susie escort bursa now dresses me or rather she permits me to dress up in woman’s clothing. Well stockings, silky Lacey panties, suspenders and stilettos. She says it suits my situation! I don’t know about that but it feels bloody nice and so sexy to be dressed like a slut!

This coupled with the strap on experience led almost inevitably to Leroy then his friends to enjoying the pleasures of fucking me up my arse.

The first time was so exciting and it didn’t take much effort from Leroy to get his big black cock balls deep in my arse. Susie had by then been using an ever increasing size of dildo on my arse for weeks so accommodating the big black cocks became almost second nature. I loved the feeling in my arse of those big thick pulsating cocks emptying their seed in my bowels then feel it dribble out of my ravaged arse only to scoop it up on my fingers and greedily eat it all up.

At present, Susie can no longer be stimulated by my cock as her Lover Leroy and his friends have so stretched her pussy and her ass out that even if I were permitted to fuck her which I am not, I would not feel anything. Susie has now been used DP in her cunt and her ass on numerous occasions, and in doing so ruined any chance I ever had of satisfying my wife ever again. The number of men she can accommodate has grown to the point that on several times a week she is being gang-banged by several men at a time. The biggest was six men in one afternoon, my ass and jaw ached almost as much as I imagined my wife Susie’s ass, cunt and jaw did as well. I know my stomach was full of black seed, and my own wife’s cum I could feel it sloshing around for hours afterwards every time I moved. My stockings, and panties had been torn, and hung like rags from my legs and hips respectively covered in my own and others love juices and cum.

So basically unless Susie chooses to peg my arse I never get to cum, it’s not even cum denial any more it’s just that without prostate stimulation I can’t get it up as I am permanently caged day and night twenty four seven. I assume my cock and balls are now so damaged that they would never be able to respond as a normal cock or balls does anyway, so being caged is a pleasure in itself to be honest.

Just after Christmas was probably the most embarrassing görükle escort moment I have had since having to ask Leroy to fuck my wife that first time. The second Sunday in January, we had been fucking like rabbits, well Leroy and two of his friends were doing all the fucking, Susie, who is a big black cock dominated wife anyway and myself who is both dominated by the wife and the same big cocks, were enjoying a mid afternoon session when my mother in law arrived, let herself in and found us in what is best described as a compromising position.

At the precise moment she entered the house (we forgot to lock the door) I was on my knees sucking Leroy’s cock clean whilst Susie was sat on top of Sam’s cock up her arse and Tom was just in the process of shoving his cock up her arse also. Her mother, my mother in law stood open mouthed for a few minutes as we all froze momentarily, then her mother Wilma started pulling off her coat before saying something along the lines off,

“Don’t stop on my account I had no idea I had such a dirty filthy son in law or daughter just let me get undressed and I will join you …my oh my such big cocks and you seem to like sucking on them Darren does he take it up the arse?”

“Sure does!”

Leroy grunted as everyone commenced with enjoying their personal pleasure. It was something along those lines anyway. Wilma then spotted the strap on lying on the chair and proceeded to put it on before positioning herself behind me and then beginning to fuck my arse with it. I was in absolute heaven, one cock in my throat, and a rubber one up my arse at same time. What could any self respecting Sub Hubby want more than that!

That was only the start of an afternoon of my mother in law fucking me, being fucked by Leroy, Sam or tom, me cleaning her, my wife and all those cocks u time and time again. I really was a fully fledged Cum eating, cock sucking sub Hubby to the fullest. That line has extended fully now to Wilma regularly using me as and when she likes, even introducing some of her friends who were only too happy to fill my holes with strap on cocks, or get me to eat their big swollen cunts out after being fucked by the same rubber cock as I was.

I was now servicing almost a dozen big black cocks. Four of my mother in laws girl friends and my wife. The introduction altıparmak escort of three of her work colleagues who were all white and also had very big cocks was the icing on the cake so to speak. My own arse was beginning to feel and look like my wife’s arse too. Stretched, loose and always wanting more and bigger cocks to fill me up.

The situation at home with my wife is that basically I am now her maid. I do all the housework. She does all the financial stuff including control of my income etc. I am still permanently caged as you know, and Susie has even suggested castration to ensure I am unable to cum ever again,but that option would allow me to be released from being caged permanently.

I think this idea of hers, is probably the ultimate turn on for me, the complete ‘cum denial’ option. Yet it is a decision that requires some thought. Do we or rather I, have my balls removed, which would of course remove the cum option but that would reduce my testosterone levels which would ultimately kill my libido and sex drive, but would be a very submissive act, and therefore showing my ultimate willingness to be a submissive husband to Susie.

Or do I, or should I rather, have my cock removed but leave my balls intact. I’d still have a stump left to urinate out off. But that way I would still have my balls and the testosterone they produce. I would also still have my libido and sex drive but I wouldn’t be able to masturbate and therefore couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to make myself cum, which is ultimately what Susie has done to me up to this moment.

That option would leave me very frustrated, however it would more than ever make me extremely eager to please my Hot-wife, Wilma my Mother in Law and all my wife’s Bulls, as well as Wilma’s ‘friends’. The more turned on I would get, then the more cum I would still produce but I would find this option probably even more frustrating as I would not be able to make myself cum through masturbation. Thus making me even more willing and eager to please everyone involved. Not that I will in reality get any choice in the matter, Susie is boss in our house except when she is being a dominated wife by her big cock lovers and bulls. She will ultimately make the decision for me.

But for the moment I allow myself the pretence of ‘Oh the dilemma what option should I choose’ but what a pleasurable one to face as I fully accept my position as a married cuckold and Susie’s Sub-hub!

PS -Update Susie has since informed me it is the latter option I will be enduring, the operation is scheduled for end of March in America. I now look forward to my life as a man with no cock!

The End.

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If you saw me walking down the street, you’d never suspect what I’m into, and that’s how I like it. In the vanilla world, I am known as Shaima Hussein. Mistress Shay Noir is my alter ego, you see. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Somali Muslim immigrant father and a White Canadian mother. I grew up to be six feet two inches tall, curvy, big-bottomed and sexy, with light brown skin, light brown eyes and long Black hair which I keep neatly braided. I am proud of my African roots and I am very Afro-centric.

A lot of people think that if you’re half Black and half White, then you’re automatically a sellout and Black politics don’t interest you. That’s not true, at least not with me. I love the African in me. I grew up reading the works of Cornell West, Neil Degrasse Tyson, Oprah Winfrey, Edwidge Danticat, E. Lynn Harris, Teejay LeCapois, Omar Tyree, and other prominent Black writers from the U.S. I studied accounting at the University of Toronto, and moved to the City of Ottawa to work for the Canada Revenue Agency.

Even though I work for the Canadian government, I continue to be very active in the local Black community. The City of Ottawa is ripe for Black political activism, given the stuff that happens here. I have marched with Black Lives Matter to protest the death of that Somali man who died at the hands of Ottawa police in Hintonburg, for example. My search for my Black identity led me to the world of BDSM, and I discovered that I am a dominant. That’s what I am. A Black female dominant. I embrace who I am, and use it to help others.

There’s a lot of Black dominatrix websites out there, and the Black women on those sites cater exclusively to White guys, as if Black men don’t exist. I like to dominate Black men, and I do so lovingly. Recently, I came across a Black female dominant, Afro something or other, who catered only to White males, and claimed to refuse to dominate Black men because she loves them too much. What a load of crock!

Seriously, how can a Black female dominant claim to love Black men if she won’t play with them? I know that there is much more to the Black man than a strong body and sheer machismo. Lots of brothers are sensitive, and have needs and desires that a lot of Black women, uptight bitches that they are, refuse to acknowledge. Me? I’m ahead of the game. I accept the Black man for who he is. I’m a good sister that way.

“I came to the right place, then, ma’am,” said my latest client, Henry Dorvil. The tall, handsome Haitian-American brother looked good in a dark blue suit, White silk shirt arnavutköy escort and tie. I do like a sharp-dressed Black man, that’s for damn sure. I did my homework on this dapper gentleman, and I must say, for once, I really liked what I found.

Henry here is a realtor with Kelton Realty, they’ve got a corner on the real estate market in this part of Ontario, Canada. He studied business at Carleton University in Ottawa, graduated with honors from the MBA program and has a daughter named Eve with a White woman, Miranda Winters. Henry Dorvil and Miranda Winters never married, and although they share custody of Eve, they haven’t lived together in over a decade. It’s interesting to see a brother who was so obviously into White women come back into the fold.

“You certainly did, Mr. Dorvil,” I replied, and with that, I welcomed my latest supplicant into my dungeon. I live in the Ford area of Ottawa, not far from South Keys. The neighborhood is quiet, mostly immigrant families and a lot of old White folks. I live in a nice townhouse on top of the hill, and I’ve lived there for over a decade. My neighbors would never suspect what I do behind closed doors, and that’s how I like it.

“Henry, you are now Henrietta, time to let out your inner sissy bitch,” I said sternly, and Henry did as he was told. I watched as the burly brother took off his suit, and then let out that which he’d been hiding for most of his life. Lots of buff, manly, outwardly tough brothers are into the kinds of fetishes that would shock their families, friends and co-workers. They need someplace to express that, and I provide a safe, pleasurable environment.

“Yes ma’am,” Henry said, and he put on a wig, and a bright pink bra, complete with bright pink panties and a nice-looking pantyhose. I like my Black male sluts to be outfitted good and proper, and Henry/Henrietta definitely did not disappoint. I looked at my latest Black male sissy and smiled with satisfaction. And now, ladies and gentlemen, the magic touch…

“Try this shade of lipstick,” I said, and I applied the lipstick to Henrietta’s puckered lips, and my Black male sissy’s beauty amazed me once everything was complete. I sat on a high-backed chair, and told Henrietta to put on a show for me. I smiled as Henrietta began to twerk for me, and I smacked my sexy Black male sissy on the butt, loving the way he moved for his mistress. That’s a good slut, seriously.

“Got a surprise for you,” I said, and I clapped my hands and out of the shadows of my basement emerged a perfect specimen of man. Standing six feet three inches tall, Ibrahim Osman is simply magnificent. Lean, muscular, dark-skinned and well-endowed, the Somali-Canadian Muslim stud is a wonder to behold. Ibrahim is an engineering student at Carleton University and he lives nearby. Oh, and he’s bisexual and has no qualms about fucking women or men, or both. I love that in a brother!

“Hello Sir,” Henrietta said, escort istanbul and I could see my Black male sissy slut practically salivating as the sight of the tall, gorgeous, naked Black man who stood before him. Henrietta shot me a look and I nodded. Eagerly Henrietta fell to his knees, and reached for Ibrahim’s thick Somali dick. I watched as Henrietta began sucking on Ibrahim’s dick while the bisexual Somali stud leaned against the basement wall. I fingered my already wet pussy as the two of them got it on.

“Suck my dick, you sexy sissy,” Ibrahim said in that deep voice of his, which I found so sexy. Henrietta did not need to be told twice. The Black male sissy whore sucked Ibrahim’s dick with gusto, his wig-covered head bobbing up and down as he deep-throated that big Somali dick like his life depended on it. Now that’s my kind of action, freaky Black men who aren’t afraid to get down and dirty, beyond society’s so-called limits. Good times!

“You fellas don’t mind if I cut in, do you?” I asked, and I didn’t even wait for Ibrahim and Henrietta to answer. I grabbed my strap-on dildo, some condoms, and a bottle of lubricant, and positioned myself behind Henrietta. First, I rolled a condom on the strap-on dildo. I believe in safe play. That’s not negotiable with me, brothers. I spread my Black male sissy slut’s ass, and began greasing Henrietta’s tight-looking asshole with the lubricant. Once I finished, I pressed the dildo against Henrietta’s asshole, and pushed it inside.

“Oh fuck, it’s in, nice,” Henrietta paused to say, and then he flashed me a smile and resumed sucking Ibrahim’s dick. I gripped Henrietta’s hips and began fucking him with the strap-on dildo. Ladies and gentlemen, I am that freaky Black woman who loves to fuck Black men up the ass with my strap-on dildo and I am definitely not ashamed of it. I just wish Black people would get over their taboos and weirdness. What consenting adults do to each other is nobody’s business, alright?

“Twerk for me while I fuck your ass,” I said to Henrietta, and my Black male sissy complied. I was delighted to see that cute Black ass twerk as I fucked it with my dildo. I love how freaky my Black male sissy sluts can get. Once they realize they’re with a freaky Black female who accepts them the way they are and embraces their fetishes instead of judging them, they can do anything. And that’s how I like it.

“Cum for me,” Henrietta paused to say, and Ibrahim shuddered violently, nodded and came. When Ibrahim’s dick let out its cum in a torrent of liquid masculinity, Henrietta guzzled down every last drop of his cum like a good Black male sissy slut should. Henrietta proved to be a real greedy slut, gobbling down Ibrahim’s cum and then licking his big Black balls, something which drove Ibrahim nuts, but in a good way. Aren’t my guys awesome?

“Your turn,” I said to Ibrahim, and the Somali stud grinned. I removed the used condom from the dildo, tossed it away and rolled another sefaköy escort one on it. I watched as Ibrahim got on all fours, and I admired his cute Somali ass. I slid a finger into Ibrahim’s ass, and the Somali stud groaned. Meanwhile, Henrietta watched us while stroking that big Haitian dick of his.

“Ibrahim, make yourself useful and taste that Black sissy’s dick,” I said, and my Somali stud complied and fastened his lips around my Haitian sissy’s dick. Henrietta thrust his dick down Ibrahim’s throat, and I smiled and smacked Ibrahim’s ass. I bet that surprises you. In a lot of female domination scenarios involving a female dominant and two sexually flexible men, there’s a male top, a male bottom and a freaky woman. Not in my dungeon. I firmly believe in fucking my Black men, and I mean it.

“Tastes wonderful, Mistress Noir,” Ibrahim paused to say, and he resumed sucking Henrietta’s dick. I slid my dildo into Ibrahim’s ass and began fucking him. I really wanted to tag that ass of his. Somali guys have really cute butts. I smacked Ibrahim’s ass as I fucked him, and he probably would have screamed from my thrusts if it weren’t for Henrietta’s dick in his mouth. I dug into Ibrahim’s ass with my strap-on dildo and fucked him with gusto. I didn’t let up until the Somali stud begged for mercy. That’s the kind of dominatrix I am!

“I want you Black male bitches to lie side by side, on opposite ends so you can suck each other’s big Black dicks,” I said to Ibrahim and Henrietta, a little while later. I watched as my two Black studs complied, and obediently began sucking each other’s dicks. The sight of two sexy Black men pleasuring each other like this made my already wet pussy twitch, and I couldn’t wait to get in on the action. I tossed aside my strap-on dildo, and reached for two dildos.

“Oh,” Henrietta said, gasping as I inserted a condom-covered, brand-new and fully lubricated dildo into his ass. I smacked his ass, which looked real nice with the pink pantyhose on. I worked the other dildo into Ibrahim’s ass, and just like that, I began fucking both of my beautiful Black male subs up the ass. I crammed the dildos up their assholes while they sucked each other’s dicks, and when they came, I made them guzzle each other’s cum. I am freaky like that, what can I say?

“Thanks for a wonderful time,” Ibrahim said, as he emerged from the shower, and gave me a hug. I hugged him back, and Henry hugged me as well. The Haitian brother looked beefy and manly, having ditched his Henrietta persona and scrubbed away all traces of his alter ego. I thanked both brothers for opening up to me, pun intended, and then sent them on their way.

Ibrahim Osman and Henry Dorvil are fine Black men, and I’m glad they came to me. It’s a shame the women in their lives don’t care to understand their needs. I don’t play that Down Low shit. Bisexual Black men are more than okay with me. No need to hide. As I watched them go, I felt a profound sense of satisfaction. A sister’s got the right to feel that way after a job well done. I am Mistress Shay Noir, the only Black dominatrix who caters only to Black men. I will tie you up, smack you around, feminize you, fist you, cuckold you, force you to suck dick, peg you with my strap-on and rub my big ass on your face. Who wants to be my next Black male slut?

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This Dark Fantasy, Concerning Two Wounded People, Continues. Be FOREWARNED: This Story Contains Certain Sexual Acts That Some Readers Might Find Objectionable. I Would Tell You More, But Then You Might Not Read The Story…Lol. Although It’s One Series, I’ve Changed Catagories Again Hoping It Reflects The Spirit Of The Chapter. I Don’t Write To Purposely Offend Readers, But Obviously This Won’t Be Everyone’s Cup Of Tea. Proceed With Caution. Hopefully Some Of You Will Enjoy This Dark, Twisted, Fairytale.

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In the months following her disgrace in the parking lot of her Savings And Loan, Kimberly Bentley had two reoccurring dreams.

In the first, she was being crucified. As the thugs held her down against a makeshift cross, Amber pounded spikes through her wrists. As she writhed against the wood, feeling the splinters in her ass, she shrieked out in pain. Begging for mercy, Amber laughingly ignored her, and pounded a large spike through both her feet.

The two thugs raised the cross, and Kimberly looked down on the crowd of people enjoying her torture. As the people laughed at her, calling her bad names, some spitting on her, Amber winked and grinned as her victim began slobbering all over herself.

Kimberly wanted to cum so badly, but was unable to. She would never be able to cum the rest of her life, which wouldn’t last much longer. She would just have to hang there wanting to cum, but waiting to die.

The second dream also took place in the parking lot. It was the dream she had most often, and it wasn’t as violent. In it, Monica Ellison, a woman just a few years younger than herself, owner of the successful bookstore Kimberly helped finance, broke away from her husband, pushed aside the thug tormenting her, and took his place.

As the cruel crowd of spectators laughed even louder, which caused Kimberly’s girl parts to tingle and swell, Monica’s hands gripped her shoulders, then began sliding down her slick back. As the mother continued sucking on her son’s hard cock, she knew what Monica intended to do.

“Don’t,” cried out Kimberly in her mind. “Don’t do this to me!”

There was no stopping Monica. There was no stopping anything. The more people laughed, the more excited Kimberly became. She was just an animal now, no better than farm livestock, putting on a sex show for people who obviously hated her.

Monica’s fingers slipped down the crack of her ass, seeking out her most secret of places, now on display for the whole world to see.

“Oh, don’t,” she thought wildly. “Please don’t touch me there. Oh, please, Monica, I’m not gay. Why are you doing this to me? Please don’t put your fingers in me!”

Monica’s fingers were pushing inside her anyway, exploring the banker’s most intimate areas, causing an electric charge to shoot up her spine. She felt her clit swell up, about to explode. Deep down, she secretly wanted to be abused by the good looking bookstore owner.

Kimberly enjoyed being a naughty girl!

She was about to cum. She was going to do it. She was going to have an orgasm in front of her son, Amber, and a parking lot full of leering, sex crazed, people.

Her son had his own orgasm. What did he care? He liked what his mother was doing to him. His excited jism shot down her throat, filled her frantic mouth, then overflowed it, dribbling down her chin.

There were two parts of her. The first part just wanted her to have her orgasm. It was all sexual, and she was a sexual animal.

The other part of her was aroused too, but for completely different reasons. That part wanted to be punished. That part was excited by the shame and humiliation. It made her feel like a teenager doing something wrong.

“Don’t laugh at us–Oh, God, PLEASE STOP LAUGHING!”

The orgasm started deep in her belly, and erupted like a powder keg of pure sensation. She wanted everyone to watch her as she sucked off her son. She wanted everyone to watch her the moment she lost control of herself. She wanted everyone to know what she really was. Take away her expensive clothes, let down her hair, make her naked, and everyone would see she was just a freak!

This was her punishment for what happened to Amber. This was all Amber’s doing, but it was her son’s fault for what he’d done to his former girlfriend. He had brought this shame down upon their house. Now look at the two of them!

“Oh, God, Monica, I’m cumming… I’m CUMMING!”

The dream always ended the same way, and she would wake up gasping for air, wondering if she had cried out in her sleep, squirming beneath damp bedsheets…. Her reputation ruined forever, and her not giving a damn anymore!

Kimberly Bentley had just turned thirty-six when she sold her family’s Savings And Loan for a bargain basement price. The man who bought it, an older banker from the southern part of the state, a man she’d done business with in the past, had obviously seen the sex tapes of Kimberly and her son.

He had görükle escort to know why he was purchasing the S&L at such a reduced price. The old man kept glancing at Kimberly as he signed the papers, probably fantasizing about her the entire time. Was it just her imagination? She would never know for sure.

She got a better price for the house she had built ten years earlier. After both sales were complete, she had six million dollars to work with. Not an insignificant sum, but it should have been five times that amount.

There was nothing left for her in the rural community where she had grown up. Once the most powerful woman in the county, she and her son were now the laughingstocks of the entire area. They’d become virtual outcasts amongst their neighbors, employees, and what few friends they’d had. It was impossible for her to do business afterwards.

Although the sex act she’d been forced to perform on her son was a sexual assault of the most vile nature, it appeared to many that the two of them had enjoyed themselves. Nothing she could say would make any difference. People believed what they wanted to believe.

Amber had been responsible for the rape, the word Kimberly used to describe what happened to her, and had completely gotten away with it. She had thought about pressing charges against the young woman, but realized it would only make matters worse. One had to know when to cut their losses.

Although she considered herself agnostic, she came from the only Jewish family within a hundred miles. Growing up she always felt the keen difference that seemed to make with the people living around her, even though her family wasn’t religious at all. As if being Jewish somehow made her different from her rural neighbors.

Kimberly was just a girl when she gave birth to her son Kyle, the result of a date rape with the captain of the high school’s football team. Her family had strongly urged her to abort the pregnancy, but being strong willed and headstrong, she had refused. She had needed something good to come out of the rape, and she never regretted the birth of her son Kyle.

When she was barely twenty-two, her entire family had been killed in a plane crash. They had been returning from a banking conference, and the plane had gone down in a storm off the east coast.

She had been urged to sell the Savings And Loan after the tragedy, but she had been working there since she was a teenager and didnt know what else to do with her life. She carried on the business alone.

Against all odds, she not only ran the institution with efficiency, but she actually grew the business. By the time she was thirty, she was a millionaire. She was thought of as ruthless by many, but she considered herself pragmatic. In the financial world one had to be.

Kyle’s current girlfriend, a beautiful young woman who had just graduated from high school, and whom Kyle himself had told his mother might be the “one,” had broken it off with him after the sex tapes had been splashed across the internet. Her parents had insisted, calling Kyle and his mother perverts.

She was a nice enough woman, but Kimberly had always favored her son’s previous girlfriend, Amber. She had welcomed Amber into her home, employed her part time at the S&L, and considered her part of the family. She had sincerely hoped Amber would become her daughter-in-law.

After Amber’s trouble, after everything had gone so horrifically wrong, Kyle had broken it off with her, much to Kimberly’s dismay. Of course there was no solution for that. She couldn’t force her son to remain in love with Amber, much as she may have wanted him to.

She had done everything she could for Amber in the aftermath, but the young woman had remained angry and bitter. Had Kimberly realized just how bitter, she might have handled the situation differently. It was all a moot point now. Amber had taken her revenge out on them both.

Kimberly’s boyfriend Rob, the man she thought she would one day marry, had cast her aside after the rape. She had expected sympathy from him. She had expected to run to him, hoping he would comfort her in his sheltering arms. He had seen the videos of mother and son, and had formed his own conclusions. Instead of being there for her, he had called her names—Ugly, Hurtful, Names!

He accused her of being some sort of ‘Sex Fiend’, and said she was obviously ‘Perverted’. He called her a ‘Bitch In Heat’, and accused her of being a ‘Dirty Slut’. The final straw was when he called her a ‘Filthy, Jewish, Tramp’!

She would have never believed he could be so brutal or cold. She would have never thought he was a racist. Yet there it was, coming out of him at a time when she needed him the most.

It was all over between them. He had avoided her for weeks, then dropped her over the phone. She sobbed for an hour afterwards, and cried at odd times for a month. Yet remarkably, she had found real love with another.

The night of that phone nilüfer escort call was the first time she slept with her son. It had started innocently enough. A month after their ordeal, she and Kyle were barely on speaking terms. She had gone to his room to clear the air, and present her ideas for the future.

Seeing what he had been watching on his computer, she was trying to flee his room when he accidently tore off her bathrobe. The two of them were naked together again, only this time in the privacy of a bedroom. Kyle had flung her on his bed, got on top of her, and raped her.

Well… It wasn’t exactly a rape. Far from it. It was unexpected to be sure, but she hadn’t tried to fight him off. Having just had her heart broken, and with an incredibly strong sex drive needing attention, she had let him have his way with her.

Afterwards she had invited him into her bedroom, and seduced him properly. She no longer cared what others might say. If people were going to call her names, they might as well have good reason to.

What she hadn’t counted on, what she couldn’t possibly have foreseen, was that she might fall in love with her own son. Yet it had happened, and she thanked her lucky stars he loved her in return the same way.

Now, a little over six months later, she stood on the deck of the ship they’d booked passage on, and watched as they approached the African coast. The night before the Captain of the ship had married them in a simple ceremony. She was now a wife and mother, although not in the way that term was usually applied.

She felt Kyle’s strong hands on her waist, and she leaned back into him. She felt incredibly secure whenever he held her. Of all the men she’d had sex with, admittedly the list wasn’t that lengthy, her son was the man she most truly adored.

Kyle understood her. He valued her opinions. He trusted her. Most importantly, he wanted her. Good days, bad days, whether she felt attractive or not, he always looked at her with desire in his eyes.

They were often like a couple of honeymooners, making love several times a day. Sometimes they stay naked for weeks at a time, lovingly cuddled together on the couch, or raucously fucking on the basement floor, one of Kyle’s favorite places to screw.

Rather than growing bored with one another while hiding from the outside world, their attraction increased, especially when they began acting out one another’s most secret sexual fantasies.

Their forced sexual encounter was eventually pushed to the back of both their minds. In a bizarre way, Amber had actually done them a service. She had brought two soulmates together. Had it not been for Amber’s evil little plot, Kimberly would have never discovered the man she was meant to be with.

Now her son called her by her first name, except when they were screwing, when he insisted on calling her Mom. If he was particularly excited at the moment of truth, he called her Mommy. It was a quirk that bothered her at first. A constant reminder of who they actually were to one another.

If calling her Mom during sex meant that much to him, she decided she wouldn’t stop him. She wanted him to be happy, and above all else she wanted to please him.

Seven months into their sexual lives, no act was too intimate for the two of them.

Kimberly had never heard the term ‘Golden Shower’ when they became lovers. Now, she had given her baby several. The best had been the time she downed several beers, straddled him on his hands and knees, and urinated forcefully on his lower back, her piss running down the crack of his ass, and flowing over his excited balls.

Kyle had an orgasm without even being touched, ejaculating forcefully on the floor, crying out ‘Mommy’ as he did. She didn’t understand why he found it so exciting, until she let him pee on her a few weeks later.

As he pissed on her in the basement, his strong flow spraying her down from her forehead to her lower stomach, she felt her clit swelling with excitment. She quickly repositioned herself, begging him to pee directly on her cunt. When he did, she also had a shattering climax.

Afterwards, still wet with urine, they fucked with reckless abandon. Much to her delight, more weird sex followed.

Kimberly’s fantasy since she was nineteen, was to fuck a man with her long, slim, strap on dildo. She had bought it as a lark, keeping it hidden away for years. Now she saw her chance to use it.

She could tell her baby was reluctant at first, but he badly wanted to please her. All they had were each other now. The day finally arrived when he allowed her to use it.

Slathering on a great deal of lubricant, she slowly worked her way past his tight, puckered, ass hole. Once she was completely up inside him, she began to slowly fuck his ass. He writhed beneath her as she did, grunting, panting, and finally whimpering in high pitched little moans.

“Oh God, Mom… Oh, God, YES!”

The bursa sınırsız escort dildo was made so that as she fucked her partner, her clit was being stimulated at the same time. She climaxed before he did, calling him her special, wonderful, bitch, and whispering that now he knew what it was like being a woman.

After her excitingly intense orgasm, she slowly pulled out of him, turned him around, and got him to suck on the dildo, tasting himself as she deliciously fucked his mouth. Again her son managed to cum without actually having his throbbing cock touched.

Maybe the two of them really were perverted!

Still, between consenting adults, what was unnatural or perverted behavior? As far as mother and son were concerned, nothing. They both felt their sex lives were as rich and rewarding as either one of them could have hoped. They were so intimate, that at times they felt like one person.

Kimberly’s only concern was that someday Kyle would leave her for a younger woman. She was, after all, fifteen years older than him. How would he feel about her when he was thirty-five, and she was fifty? What would she do with herself then? She tried not to think about it.

As she leaned back against her lover on the bow of the ship, she thought about the bank they had bought in Saint Marco, the capital of Nishamore. It was in financial trouble on the brink of collapse. Kimberly Bentley had studied its problems from afar, and felt certain she could save the mismanaged institution.

She bought it almost as cheaply as what she’d been paid for the S&L. Once she turned things around, she had big plans for their lives in Nishamore. Kyle had been reluctant to leave the United States at first. When he became aware of the country’s history, studied the banks troubled past, and realized the internet was heavily restricted there, he decided to accompany his mother.

Besides, how would he live without her?

The thought of life without Kimberly was unthinkable. He woke each day thinking about her, and went to sleep each night beside her. Just her smile could make the difference between a good or bad day for him. Now that they were legally married, he felt his life was complete.

He intended to spend the rest of his life with his Wife/Mommy!

Kyle had never had a more satisfying lover. Truth be known, he had been with more partners than his mother ever had. She could count all her lovers on one hand. Kyle needed a sheet of paper to write all his down.

After taking up with his last girlfriend Kathy, an adventurous high school senior with a body that matched her libido, he thought he had stumbled upon his future mate.

Little did he know his mate would turn out being his former mother. Former, because they were well beyond that limited relationship now. Kimberly was his true soulmate. He had never known a woman like her before. Although she was fifteen years older, she had the sexual energy of a woman his own age.

Nothing was beyond her tastes or limits, and for a woman in her later thirties, she had a body to die for. Sometimes he tried to imagine what she must have looked like naked in her late twenties or teens, but realized it was a foolish contemplation. Everything about Kimberly was the now, and she had an intellect that surpassed even her feminine charms.

It only took him one crazy night in her bed to fall genuinely, hopelessly, completely, in love with her! She was the dream woman he could only imagine before getting to know her sexually. He would do anything she asked of him.

Had she wanted him to commit cold blooded murder, he certainly would have. Anything to please her. Anything to remain in her good graces. If she were to suddenly die in some accident, he would surely have to follow. Life without her now was unimaginable.

Amber had sought to destroy Kyle and his Mother. Instead, she had brought them together.

Now, with his true love leaning back against him, his hands around her waist, he watched as they approached the coast of Nishamore. They were embarking on a new life together. They were going to build a new financial empire, and they were going to do it as a newly married couple.

They were still an hour out, and two hours before they’d have to go ashore. He kissed her on the cheek, then turned her around so she was facing him.

“Yes,” she asked politely, but in a hushed, childlike tone. The tone that drove him crazy. She knew what he was going to say before he could ask her. She smiled at him, took his hand, and led him back to their cabin.

Five minutes later, after both of them had hurriedly disrobed, she climbed on top of him and guided his aching cock up inside her. He held her hips, letting her do most of the work, making love slowly, occasionally moving one of his hands up to play with one her hard nipples.

All the crazy sexual things they did were fun, but it was this basic, intense, lovemaking, that cemented their devotion to one another. Looking into his wife’s dark eyes, he knew there was no other place he’d rather be. No other woman he’d rather be with.

It didn’t take long for her skin to take on the wet sheen that signaled her sexual excitement. Their bodies made sucking, liquid, sounds. She tightened herself around him, then moaned a little. She leaned down and kissed him.

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I had come home after working all night to find my girlfriend, Cheryl, passed out in our bed after a hard night of drinking. In bed with her, naked, was her best friend, Sara. It was quite a surprise, as neither was bi. As I fantasized about what might have been and what might be yet to come, Sara awoke. Rather than being embarrassed by being caught, she invited me into the bed and between her thighs. It was a threesome in the making. But Sara and I got carried away in our fucking. I came inside of her, and we kissed like lovers.

Meanwhile, Cheryl was still asleep, lightly snoring with her eyes closed. She didn’t know.

We’d expected her to wake and either join us or scold us. But now we had to make a very hard decision. The deed was done, and we had to choose whether or not to tell her about it.

Sara and I both came to this realization at the same time. We saw it in each other’s eyes. And then we saw the answer.

We jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, closing the door behind us. We were kissing again with as much passion as we had during our recent mutual orgasm before we even reached the couch…

Sara dropped to her knees.

“God, I need that cock,” she growled as she stuffed it into her mouth.

I had cum just two or three minutes ago, so I wasn’t hard. In fact, I was still softening down from my original erection. But Sara didn’t care. When I didn’t grow again right away, she ducked under to my testicles, opening wide and taking them in a deep mouthful, then sucking. Sucking so hard she was almost swallowing them down. Below, she was fingering herself, and I saw her bring the fingers that had just been inside her up to her lips. The fingers glistened from a coating of something thick–the cum I’d shot inside her–and she stopping sucking my balls so she could lick it off.

She looked up and saw me watching her. Briefly, we waited for the other to do something. Then we both moved to the couch, me on my back and Sara falling on top of me. We were kissing again.

It was thrilling, but strange. The cheating factor, the excitement and wrongness of it all was apparent through our fucking, but even when Sara had her face buried between my legs, it still didn’t feel like we were really breaking any rules unless we were kissing. It was as though a purely physical relationship could be forgiven, but kissing was more personal, and therefore inexcusable. But we had already crossed the line, so being bad only made it all feel better. We made out with animalistic intensity. Our tongues begged for more. I couldn’t get enough of her.

We kissed long and hard, enough to give my cock time to grow again. And as soon as it did we were off and fucking. Sara slipped under me and we did it missionary like that for a while, but then Sara sat up on me, riding me, and I watched her enormous tits bounce as she thrust herself against me. They were so beautiful that I let go of her hips and held her breasts as I fucked her, squeezing them and pushing them together, rubbing my thumbs over the big, hard nipples. She responded by pushing against my hands. I had lusted for but never touched breasts this size before. I was in Heaven.

The fucking was amazing, but we both wanted so much more. Sara climbed off of me and moved down. She grabbed my dick, lowered her mouth–

A cough, from the bedroom.

We both froze. Cheryl was awake. And she’d be alarmed. If she remembered what had happened between her and Sara last night, she’d be panicked. Sara’s absence from the bed didn’t mean much–only that Sara had woken first and maybe went home. But the morning başakşehir escort light meant that I was home, and Cheryl would worry about what I had already seen or figured out from the clues left from last night. She would be up and out of the bedroom in no time to see if either I, or Sara, or both of us, were here.

And there was one big problem with that: all of our clothes were in the hamper next to the bed.

There was literally nowhere to hide, and yet there was one place we could go to at least buy ourselves some time. Our minds working as one, Sara and I dashed to the bathroom, passing right by the closed door to the bedroom where Cheryl was stirring. I shut the bathroom door and locked it.

We hadn’t gone in there to make love, but as soon as I turned to face Sara and out eyes met, all we could think was to be together again. We embraced, kissed, and she lifted herself, trying to slide me back inside of her. As soon as I was in her, I let out a hard gasp. This was too hot, and I needed her too much. There was no way we could do this and not be loud about it. I didn’t dare start fucking her, because if I moved, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. Instead, I gritted my teeth and fought my urges with every trace of willpower I had.

I pushed her gently away, went to the shower, and turned it on. It would buy us some time if Cheryl thought someone was showering in here, and she’d probably assume it was me. I thought about Sara’s clothes in the hamper. I had put my clothes on top of hers. If Cheryl saw the hamper, unless she looked real closely, she wouldn’t see Sara’s stuff. She would think Sara had left. Getting away with this seemed like a lost cause, and besides, I wasn’t convinced I wanted to keep it a secret. I loved Cheryl too much, and I knew I’d confess eventually. Better sooner than later.

Though thinking it was easier than doing it.

By turning on the shower, I had intended to buy time for Sara and me to plot our next move, like how we might reveal what happened as gently as possible. But when I turned to her and saw her standing there, naked, hot and bothered by the door, her hip thrust to the side as she leaned against the sink, her long blonde hair a frenzied mess, her big, full breasts sitting high and heaving with each breath, there was nothing I wanted more than to experience more of her. What the hell, I thought. I’m going to get in trouble anyway. Might as well enjoy it first.

I lunged at her, pushing my face between her great tits, kissing and sucking them, squeezing them together against my tongue. I dropped to my knees and she put her hands on the back of my head, knowing what I wanted and knowing she wanted it even more. I put my mouth around her pussy and thrust my tongue inside. My top lip quivered against her hard clitoris as I tongue-fucked and sucked her.

Having already shot a huge load into the very spot just minutes ago, I initially tasted more of myself than of Sara. But she knew I’d cum there, too, and I guess the thrill of knowing I was essentially eating myself right out of her drove her crazy, because she was shaking on her feet and losing balance so badly that she had to grip the sink with one hand to keep herself up. Her breathing came in deep, ragged gasps. I considered myself a good pussy-eater, but I’d never made a girl this crazy this quickly just by going down on her before. It wasn’t long when Sara’s flavor took over my own, and hers was a treat that made sucking down my cum more than worth it. I squeezed her soft, plump ass cheeks in my hands and pulled escort istanbul her to me as I gobbled her.

Sara responded by pushing me even harder against her pussy, moving my head to guide me.

“Oh God…Oh God, yes,” she gasped, desperate.

I couldn’t have stopped licking her if I’d been pulled away by a tow truck. Between her insistence and my own, Sara’s pussy was mine, and I couldn’t get enough. For a while, either could Sara, but soon her breathing was heavy and rapid, and her hands were getting restless. She would grab my head, then my shoulders. She even guided my hand so my fingers were buried in her ass crack; kept directing me until I touched her anus, never going in, but teasing the possibility with a fingertip.

I was sucking her clit and massaging her anus when she finally burst into orgasm. She lost power in both legs and had to grab the sink with both hands to give herself a controlled drop to the floor. I kept my face and hands right where she wanted them, following the whole way and even inserting my finger in her smoking hot ass up to the second knuckle. Sara gasped and cried out, somehow being quiet about it, but reacting as if she might pass out at any second. As her body shook, tightened, went limp, and then shook again, I was kind of surprised that she did remain conscious.

She was still shuddering when I finally moved off her. I sat back, as we were both now on the floor, and watched her ease down from her climax. I hadn’t noticed until now how hot the room was. The shower was spraying steaming hot water, and with the door closed the heat had nowhere to go. A cloud of steam filled the upper half of the room, and Sara and I were becoming wetter by the second from the stifling humidity. Her hair was already a damp mess, clinging to her face and shoulders, and the rest of her body glistened like a jewel.

She’d never looked more appealing, and that was really saying something.

But it also said something about me when, instead of going after her again, I took advantage of a rare moment of clear-headedness and stood up. I reached for the door handle, but looked down to Sara before doing anything else. Her head was right at the bottom of the door. For me to get out, she had to move. She was still panting when she looked back at me.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to see Cheryl. We have to tell her.”

I admit I was still thinking “threesome”. But even if Cheryl wasn’t into the idea, she would have to know why I thought it would have been a possibility. The way I’d found her this morning. The way Sara was so willing. How mad could she really be, especially if I was going to come clean when I could just as easily have kept fucking her best friend in our bathroom?

But when Sara heard my intentions, she sat up quickly, further blocking the door.

“No,” she said. Looking scared before letting her eyes settle on my still hard dick. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

She grabbed my cock and stroked it until she was up on her knees before me. I might have fought her off, but she was so quick and her soft little hand felt so, so good. Her mouth felt infinitely better. She sucked just my tip, swirling her tongue every-which way, driving me crazy. I kept my hand on the door handle, gripping it so tight I might very well have ripped it right off.

I loved the way Cheryl sucked me, but when it came to cock sucking, Sara was a God dammed artist. Her tongue could do things that I never believed a tongue capable, licking and curling around me. Stroking me, just with that tongue. beykent escort And she didn’t use her hands the whole time, instead keeping them on my ass, holding onto my cheeks. And still she didn’t suck anything more than just the tip of my head. She was all about teasing and licking, or sucking me from the side. Since she wasn’t using her hands to hold me steady, my dick flopped around from her movements, but she kept control with her lips and mouth, and I melted.

“Sara…Please…” I said, part of me still wanting to go tell Cheryl before we went any further. It was a small part, though, and it didn’t come off that way.

Sara replied by finally taking me fully in her mouth. Her tongue was still forever moving, doing all the right things, and her lips were so soft as she bobbed up and down me. She was so wet that saliva was literally running out the corners of her mouth. Standing there, my whole body tense, I just let her do with me what she wanted. Sweat was now dripping from my every pore as the room around me grew hotter and cloudier. But I could still see Sara below me, her hair now soaked and dripping, as she took my cock deep in her mouth…and then her throat.

I grabbed her head, curling my fingers into her mess of tangled, wet, blonde hair, and helped her along. Fucking her against me. Fucking her face. My hips thrust slowly with me, loving the intense pleasure but needing more, and needing it now. I wanted to talk to Cheryl as soon as possible, yet I also wanted this to last. Cheryl won, but only because Sara was so unbelievingly good that I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed the hand towel from by the sink, wiped the beads of sweat from Sara’s forehead, then really started fucking her mouth.

“Oh fuck!” I grunted. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

I tried to pull out, but Sara didn’t release me. I wondered if perhaps she hadn’t heard me because of the shower spray, but the cum was already shooting through me, setting fire to my nerves and muscles. I couldn’t form words to warn her again. I pulled from her harder, and my dick almost passed her lips.

“No!” she mouthed around my cock, before sinking me back inside.

I couldn’t believe it. Cheryl never let me cum in her mouth. I was so used to pulling out I hadn’t considered doing otherwise. Knowing what I was about to do made my balls throb, and the cum seemed to run faster and in a load twice as big as it felt before. I pumped into her mouth, holding her head and feeling my cock tease her throat when the first blast of cum shot into her, right past her tonsils. But Sara didn’t cough or even hold the sperm in her mouth to spit out later. She swallowed, making the “Mmmm” sound between swallows as I fucked her mouth. I must have pumped just as much jizz down her throat as I had into her pussy earlier, which was quite a feat considering how recent that first orgasm had been.

Sara kept swallowing even after I had given her my last drop, apparently enjoying whatever still remained in her mouth. She kept pumping her face on me, too, which was great for little bit, but then I became ultra-sensitive, and it was just too much. I gently led her head away, my legs barely able to keep me up, my body shivering at her every touch. She licked my balls, but even that was too much for me to handle. I sunk to the floor, intending to just sit, but I couldn’t help but lay down, fighting to catch my breath and waiting for the whirlwind of ecstasy to pass me by.

Sara sat between my legs, watching me, still panting herself. Still dripping wet and looking hot. Huge, sweaty breasts heaving. Nipples still proudly erect.

By now I knew we were really pushing it, and as much as I wanted to tend to Sara again in all capacities–and take a long fucking time doing it–I knew we had to do something very important. We had to address the Cheryl problem.

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“Did you ever let a boyfriend cream on your face?” Tina wanted to know.

“Hmmm… you thinking about it? But now you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You made it sound so easy. I always thought…”

“That its demeaning and scary? Yeah, they try to tell you that.”

“So who was your first?” Tina persisted.

“A couple of boyfriends. Just a few times. I prefer an older man who knows how to do it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Its just sexier,” Niamh tried to explain. “He wants it so bad. But he has self-control. And you’ve given permission. Its all about you.” She was grinning now. “And then its like he’s marking you. You feel really special.”

“It sounds yucky,” lied Tina.

Niamh laughed and shook her head. She still thought of her best friend as inexperienced and unadventurous. Perhaps Asian boys were duds. If only Tina would try a mature lover.

“You should do it, one day,” she assured Tina. “You’ll see.”

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Tina was enjoying her new confidence. It had spread into all aspects of her life. She was even considering moving out of home. Though the first hints had met a negative reaction from her mother.

The more important part was about sex. She’d always let boyfriends take the lead — and been sorely disappointed as a result. And then she’d almost frozen with nerves when she knew the inevitable would happen with Mr Stevens. Niamh had been right, though, and a man more than twice her age had been patient and generous.

Tina was used to feeling horny. At times she’d assumed it was because her boyfriend was a dud lover. Now she was horny almost all the time. And no longer nervous before meeting Daddy. Instead finding herself wet with anticipation and the thought of what he’d do with his fingers and mouth and his thick cock.

There were no nerves at dinner that night, wearing a new dress and the suspenders and stockings he’d bought for her. Tina was otherwise naked and she knew that Daddy knew. The woman in the shop might have been right and Mr Stevens did enjoy showing her off. So Tina tried to relax even though her nipples were a little harder than was proper. She was surprised by the thrill she felt from seeing the glances of other diners — hoping that Daddy would notice at least two men ogling her small, young body. And one woman who admired the way her long nipples threatened to press through the fabric of her new dress.

Very wet by the time they reached the apartment, Tina knew she would go through with her plan. She loved both Daddy’s gifts and the incredible sex they shared. His gifts were not barter for sex but Niamh’s stories had provided the inspiration for what she intended to be a memorable night for him. He was seated on the lounge, still fully clothed, as Tina peeled off her dress to display her almost naked body.

“You like looking at me, Daddy?”

He could only groan his approval as the pale Asian woman ran her hands up and down her body. Tina could see the flash in his eyes as she began to flick her fingers over her nipples, making them grow longer and harder.

“Girl,” he moaned. “You are amazing.”

“You like me touching myself?”

Tina didn’t need an answer. The bulge in his pants was obvious. She heard him groan again as she turned around, hands now cupping and squeezing her small, round bottom. Tina had thought it shameless and nasty to masturbate while a man watched. But Niamh had done it for her Daddy and Tina had guessed that other men would enjoy it — that her Daddy would appreciate the special treat.

“Sit on my face,” he begged her.

Tina turned back to face him, legs apart this time. Feeling not dirty but exhilarated, she let the older man drink in the sight of her small, young body as she stroked her fingers through her thick, luxurious bush.

“But you like this, Daddy,” she teased him.

She didn’t feel cheap. It was empowering to know that he wanted her so badly. Just as Niamh had said. And it felt so good to let her fingers dip into her slit now, testing the wetness she’d been feeling since leaving her house. Tina masturbated more than ever these days — thanks to Daddy — and it was easy to slip a finger of her small hand into her opening. She made sure that Daddy could see, eager for him to know that “girl” was grateful to experience so many new pleasures.

“I can’t believe…” he breathed, blood pounding in his ears.

“You make me wet,” she replied, enjoying the freedom and the naughtiness of playing with her pussy in front of an older man.

Stevens finally could not take any more and moved those few short steps to reach the sexy young woman. But Tina has planned for his, too, and instead led him to the bathroom.

“I really need to pee,” she told him. “Before you fuck me.”

Quickly she stripped off her stockings and suspender belt. That night she’d been sure to drink plenty of water and to bursa escort enjoy an extra glass of wine. The slight buzz made it easier to behave like a slut but more important was the dull ache in her bladder. Except that when she went to take up position on the seat Daddy soon changed her position. Now she was sitting further forward and leaning back with her shoulders on the wall.

“I’ll make a mess, Daddy.”

Glen Stevens had seen for himself the new confidence in his young lover. She was less than half his age but very willing and eager to please. Pressing her knees further apart, he knelt before young Tina and spread her thick bush with his lips and tongue. Her scent was obvious as was the moisture oozing from her cunt. Her petite, small labia had already opened nicely. He eagerly pressed his mouth over her.

“Oh… but Daddy…” Tina tried to protest.

She had not been lying, however, and really did need to pee. Daddy had counted on that, not willing to move from between her slim, pale thighs. The softness of her skin was enhanced by the warmth of her flesh and the smell of her arousal. And his cock was straining as he waited the final seconds. Tina realised what he wanted and, like a good girl, surrendered to the inevitable.

The hot jet of gold liquid burst forth. Tina was sure it was too powerful. But Daddy did not flinch as he accepted the blast of fresh piss straight into his mouth. Stevens had waited so long for this moment and now he still was not sure what to do. The powerful flow was almost too much but he was fascinated by the feel and the taste on his tongue. Soon her marvellous pee was overflowing and cascading down his chin onto his clothes.

“Daddy,” she moaned. “You’re so bad.”

Of course, Tina had no chance of restraining herself. Her bladder was unleashed. It was almost too terrible to look down and see her Daddy taking her pee directly into his mouth. Except that the older man was eagerly gulping down mouthfuls of her pungent flow. His eyes stung, too, from the smell but Stevens knew this might be the only chance he’d ever get. He pressed his mouth more firmly as he swapped between swallowing and purging the irresistible gold.

“Let me stop,” she urged him, thinking the toilet bowl a better place for such horrid liquid.

Daddy shook his head firmly. He was jubilant to experience the strength of her golden flow. Joyful to receive such a drenching. He knew it was kinky but Stevens was still sure that all that came from Tina’s young cunt must be splendid and pure. There was nothing wrong with debasing himself like that. The pungent taste and the stinging in his eyes only proved that he could put a woman on such a pedestal.

“Daddy… Daddy…” she muttered as his tongue flicked through her wet slit.

He cared nought for her protests. Greg Stevens was anxious to not miss a drop. Holding firmly to her soft thighs, he tried to drink the last of her stream as it petered out. And then sucked her lush bush before thrusting his tongue deep in an effort to clean the sweet young pussy.

Tina was more than shocked by what had just happened. Not that it changed her thoughts about Daddy. Especially when his tongue soon found its way to her clit. The young woman was shocked that she could be turned-on in that situation. There was no way to ignore the scent of her fresh piss that soaked the older man’s clothes. But soon her orgasmic cries were reverberating from the bathroom walls.

After Daddy peeled off his drenched clothes, they showered together before the older man made the time to dry her carefully. Tina could not ignore his cock which had stayed hard for hours. She gently wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft and moved to kneel — why not suck his wonderful dick before being fucked?

He had other ideas. For once, Greg’s self-control eluded him. Tina’s performance had fired him up more than ever. The taste of her fresh pee was still in his mouth as he dragged her to the bed and threw her forward so that her butt was presented to him as her slender arms held her weight above the bed.

Daddy could not resist his sweet young girl. Her small, soft body was a thing of pure delight. Her lush forest of black hair flowed from her mound and through her narrow butt crack. And Greg thrust hard, wanting to fill her hole with a single thrust.

Tina grunted in discomfort – Daddy was still the biggest cock of her young life. But it was no protest. Daddy’s frenzy was a turn-on, his hunger for her body like a drug. He forced her tunnel to open for his thrusting cock, her body straining at the sudden invasion. And when he was fully seated he was just a little too long for her tight pussy. It was a dream come true to be fucked by an older man who really knew how to use his tool.

“Oh, Daddy… fuck me… ughh… hard, Daddy…”

Greg could not have stopped in any case. bursa otele gelen escort He’d never fucked a woman like this and was delirious at the chance to plunder the slight Asian student. Nor could he ignore the tiny shrieks from Tina.

“Yes… ughhh… yes, Daddy… ugh… oh fuck…”

Daddy’s fucking was almost brutal. Tina knew she’d be sore afterwards. But she trusted the older, experienced man. It was the most intense sex of her young life and she wanted everything he could give her. She was almost crazed from his fat dick pistoning inside her hole. The dull ache hardly mattered. Tina craved the final moment of glory as she felt his balls swinging against her hairy cunt lips.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Cum in me, Daddy.”

Greg Stevens had a better idea. And since there was no need to restrain himself, he withdrew at last from her soaking, throbbing pussy. It only needed a few strokes of his hand for his cock to explode and send his load of sticky, warm cum all over the heaving back of the young post-grad. Tina loved that, too, rejoicing in Daddy’s orgasm and the soft rain of his semen on her skin.

It was an intimate moment and not at all scary. Tina might have preferred to swallow his cum but she felt special, as if anointed by his shooting load. It was affirming to give that gift to Daddy and erotic to have her body covered in the climax of his pleasure. She moaned still more, softly, as Daddy used his tongue to clean her. She felt him work carefully, diligently — Tina might even have described his efforts as loving except that that seemed too far. But his soft manner had made her confident and willing to explore sex fun with an older man.

When her back was almost clean, Daddy started to cover her arse cheeks with a string of soft kisses. Of course he’d noticed the way Tina’s overgrown bush flowed through her butt crack. The thick, black hair was a delight. And this time he could not resist temptation. His kisses towards the soft cleft, hoping for a scent from her tight opening. Then he darted his tongue out, wondering if Tina would notice. But she was a good girl and did not flinch. Not even when Daddy started to lick properly, enjoying the sensation of her coarse hair on his tongue and the first testing of her puckered hole. Tina, thinking it must be an accident, was surprised by how good it felt.

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In his bed, Daddy was full of concern for his sweet, young lover. He knew he’d given her tight pussy a real bashing with his cock.

“It was worth it, Daddy,” she assured him. “Its better being fucked by a real man.”

Tina was still immersed in her post-orgasmic haze. The rough fucking by that big white cock was more thrilling than she’d ever imagined. She hoped that the dull ache in her pussy would last until the next day. A lovely reminder of the older man’s passion for her young body.

Eager to give some extra pleasure, she played with his cock. For now it was only half hard but it was still a new joy to explore a man like that. She hefted his weight. Traced her fingers along his ridges and veins. Circled her hands around the wondrous shaft. Cradled and stroked his balls. Explored the ridge at the base of his cock head as Stevens allowed her all the freedom she desired.

No man could have resisted her small, deft hands. And soon Stevens was between Tina’s pale thighs, enjoying her petite labia and luscious forest as he ate her pussy. As ever, Tina was astonished by Daddy’s energy — not at all like her ex-boyfriend who screwed once and left. This time she allowed herself to shriek freely as his magical oral powers took her to delirium.

“Fuck me?” she asked, seeing how his performance had affected manhood.

“But you’re sore already. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“The toy?” she asked, craving something in her cunt.

Daddy had an idea and quickly showed Tina how to arrange herself. With her tiny body turned around, he could gently work the toy into her steaming hole while her hands and mouth got busy on his cock. Greg enjoyed her orgasms even more when his shaft was deep in her mouth, the groans and screams adding to the amazing touch of her lips and tongue.

Tina went to sleep that night with the taste of Daddy’s cum in her mouth.

**************************

She woke the next morning with Daddy’s kisses on her long, dark nipples. Before she was even fully conscious Tina was running her fingers through his greying hair and pulling him closer.

“Daddy, I’m so horny waking up with you.”

His gaze fixed on the dark brown pools of her eyes, his hand slid between her irresistible thighs. In response Tina spread herself languidly. Stevens was horny as well — that was the result of waking up next to the sweet-faced Asian woman — but still feeling guilty about having pounded her so hard the night before. So he resisted her signals to climb on top. Besides he almost had more fun sucking on her hard teats as he slowly fingered her pussy. The young woman always gave her body to him so easily and it thrilled him to hold Tina close while she cried and writhed her way through a string of lovely orgasms.

Of course she was even more wet after that. And eager to take up Daddy’s suggestion that she sit on his face. She screamed her way through still more orgasms, grateful that his apartment was on the top floor with fewer neighbours to hear her lusty appreciation for his talents.

Since Daddy seemed reluctant to fuck her that morning, Tina took the liberty of another long, slow play with his cock. She’d been inexperienced in much to do with sex. But sucking cocks was something she’d already learned a lot about. And Tina had worked out how to tease Daddy, alternately slowing and speeding to keep his moans under control. Using the leaking of his pre-cum and the throbbing of his shaft to know when to switch between her hand and her mouth.

“Please…” he begged her. “I need to cum, girl.”

Stevens had expected that Tina would eagerly take his load in her sweet, soft mouth once more. He was surprised when she slipped to her knees on the floor. But he climbed out after her and presented his massively hard cock.

“You wanna swallow it. Drink it?”

But Tina shook her head. With a sly grin she revealed the plan she’d been hatching for days.

“On my face, Daddy.”

“What?… you mean… but I’ve never…”

“Be my first, Daddy. Please. I want it.”

Stevens was truly shocked. He’d never wanted to treat a woman like that. Except that he was oh-so-close. And Tina’s small hand was stroking his length.

“Urgghhh… I need to cum. But your mouth is fine, girl.”

“I want, it,” she breathed. “Cream on my face, Daddy. Give it to me.”

Greg’s real problem now was that Tina had let go of his cock. And he really did need to cum. She was so sweet, on her knees so that he towered over her. Almost without thinking Greg was jerking himself. Her sweet young face looked so perfect. The fire in those brown eyes was unmistakeable. Greg had always assumed he’d be turned-off by the thought of shooting his load on a woman’s face. Now he was eager — and frustrated enough — to teach Tina a lesson.

“Fuck… I need to cum… I’m gonna… urrghhhh…”

She smiled up at him, past his middle-aged paunch. Thinking how impressive his cock looked. And about what she would receive.

“You’re the first,” she whispered. “On my face.”

The young woman was thrilled to see Daddy reach his climax. It was still more exciting to feel that first rush of precious cum splashing on her skin. She knew the power of his orgasm and was entranced by that long, warm stream that seemed to cover her face. Not dirty but gratifying. Daddy sharing his precious cum and Tina now a mature woman. And he had much more to give. A second jet followed the first, an electrifying experience to feel it all on her sweet face.

Greg was sure he was doing something nasty to the cute young Asian. He was too far gone, of course. Somehow the sight of thick ropes of cum lying over her face only made him jerk his cock faster. He could not have guessed that Tina was determined to give the perfect performance, to be covered in cum as fully as possible. She was joyful to have banished one more taboo. The semen continued to rain down on her and she thought about being the first woman to give this special gift to Daddy. Even as he closed one eye and blasted sticky semen into her black hair, she found herself smiling at him. After tasting him so many times it was especially satisfying to wear his cum.

“Fuck… sorry…” he gasped.

Tina already knew the right response. With semen dripping down her face she quickly placed her lips around the still twitching shaft. The remnants of his eruption were fresh and warm. She cleaned him carefully, well versed as to how a man’s cock became more sensitive after his climax. And Daddy watched on, speechless at just how confident this small young woman had become.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he moaned as she finished sucking him dry.

“You made me pee in your mouth.”

There was no argument with that. Greg still felt some regret although it seemed Tina was even more gorgeous now, smiling up with her sticky face as she released his half-hard meat from her soft mouth.

“I wanted you to be my first,” she told him with his semen already soaking into her skin.

“Wow… well… you are my first, too.”

That made Tina even more excited and proud. She waited patiently as Daddy scooped up some of the mess with his fingers, wanting to taste his load after shooting it all over her. Then he fetched a cloth and cleaned her properly. Tina was sure she could feel admiration in his touch. And she wondered why she’d waited so long to accept a facial.

There was no need to wash herself that morning. Tina was anxious to get home to try out the new, expensive laptop her Daddy had given her. Though she was even happier about the lumps of semen that had dried in her hair.

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I know you’ve been wanting to hear more about my latest adventures. How I’ve built up my status as an unrepentant slut and a fucking whore. How I’m A-OK with pulling down my blouse and lifting my skirt, offering my big tits and my unshaved pussy to whoever asks nicely.

Are you hard yet, fucker? Let me tell you about what I did on my trip to Minneapolis last month.

When I originally heard about the concept, I was skeptical. Experiences I’ve had in the past with young guys have been hit and miss. But the web site said they’d pay a substantial fee for approved female instructors (read: high four figures), plus accommodations, food, and travel. Also, the educational component got me hot. (I don’t know why, but it kind of made me flash back to the time I was at the public library with you, sitting on a stool in the stacks, flashing my pussy at you as you browsed through sex titles.)

Once I’d pulled together all my paperwork, it took less than 24 hours for Deanna, who operates the company from her home in Oakland, to sign off on my application back in April. Bam!

So that’s how I found myself at the Courtyard by Marriott Minneapolis Airport. The group takes over the sixth floor for the weekend twice a year under the name of “The Literacy Enhancement Association of America.” In terms of word of mouth, it’s pretty well-known locally what actually goes on at the event, but Minny’s quite liberal and they’ve never had any complaints. Attendance is usually between 30 to 50 total, including the instructors, the students and their companions.

Shortly after I got in, they took me and the other instructors downtown in a mini-van for dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. I was really impressed by the other women. Very sex-positive. The youngest in our group was 38 and the oldest had just turned 51. All in all, there were two writers, the head of a New York PR agency, a bakery owner, a massage therapist, a pro dominatrix, and a wealthy wife who’d told her husband she was going to a yoga retreat. Mostly Americans, two Canadians, one woman from the Netherlands, and another from Germany.

The German woman told me she’d taught a masturbation seminar at the Exotic Erotic Ball in San Francisco in 2009, and we realized we might have crossed paths. During dessert, the PR woman pulled out her smartphone and passed around a video of her getting fucked by two young black guys in a hotel room at a Barbados resort while her boyfriend watched and jacked off. “I see you’ve been practicing for this,” I teased her. “Every chance I get,” she said with a smile. Very hot.

The first session was scheduled for 10 am on Saturday morning after the buffet breakfast. We still hadn’t met our students or their companions, although I’d read the binder of info that was left in my room with my welcome kit.

I’d chosen “Hosting” and “Supervision” as my preferences when I originally signed up, meaning that the lesson would take place in my room, and the companion would be there to watch, comment and encourage. I love being watched while I’m being sexual, whether I’m getting fingerfucked on a poolside chaise in the Caribbean or flogged in front of a play party crowd in Berlin.

Naturally, I dressed to thrill for my guests. I’d bought a new pair of crotchless black fishnet tights that almost entirely exposed my ass. I also put on a red-and-black leather bra made out of thin straps, which gripped my nipples lightly, but could be spread apart for easy sucking access. I have huge tits and they looked pretty fucking spectacular in this bra.

I pulled on a white, almost-see-through silk dressing gown to enable me to build up the tease. I thought about putting on my black Prada pumps, but decided to go barefoot. Didn’t want this poor kid to blow his load as soon as he saw me.

The knock on my door came precisely at 10. I opened the door with a smile to meet my student and his companion.

There stood a vivacious woman in her late 40’s with green eyes and shoulder-length gaziosmanpaşa escort dirty blonde hair, wearing a black Zara dress that showcased her ample cleavage along with a white pearl necklace. Holding her hand was a much younger guy, a shade over six feet tall, with dark wavy hair and a gorgeous if nervous smile. I could see the definition of his abs through his green Lacoste polo shirt.

“Oh my gosh, it’s good to finally meet you!” the woman said. “Just look at you! You’re gorgeous. My goodness. I’m Heather, and this is Mario.”

I introduced myself and we shook hands. Mario’s eyes were all over me. I could feel myself glowing from his attention. “Why don’t you two come on in?”

They took off their shoes. I had the dining table set up with glasses of water. “Let’s sit down by the window for the briefing,” I said.

I walked very slowly over to the table, feeling the lust building up in the room. Pure anticipation.

“So,” I said, pointing to my binder. “This gives me a little information about you two. But I’d like to know more. How did you end up getting paired up as student and companion this weekend.”

“Well, we’re both from Duluth, a couple of hours north of here,” Heather said, putting her hand on mine. “I’m actually an assistant professor in the Department of Classical Studies at the university there. Mario is a sophomore. But we knew each other for a couple of years before he enrolled.”

“I’m majoring in psychology and I’m on the swim team,” Mario volunteered. “Heather’s known my parents for about 10 years now. They’re members of the same swinger club.”

“Got it,” I said, feeling my cunt twinge in anticipation. “And whose idea was it for you to come out for some literacy enhancement this weekend?”

“I just turned 20,” Mario said sheepishly. “So this was my mom’s birthday present to me. I’ve been aware of her lifestyle for a few years now, and I’m very interested in getting involved myself. But they serve alcohol at the club and I can’t get in till I’m 21.”

“Gosh, I told Annika – I told his mom: ‘Mario would be just a wonderful addition to the club,'” Heather said with a smile, putting her other hand on top of Mario’s. “He’s well-mannered. He’s got a great work ethic. He listens. I mean, when I come over for dinner, he always offers me a glass of Merlot and a foot rub. He’s got a 3.9 GPA!”

“Quite a student, apparently,” I said with a wink. I opened up my dressing gown a little bit to show off my voluptuous figure. Mario’s mouth opened a little as he admired my cleavage wordlessly. I was loving it.

“Does he have a girlfriend?” I asked Heather.

“Not right now,” Heather said. “He had one in high school. Lost his virginity to her. But that’s it. I’ve talked to Annika about going on some dates with him to celebrate his birthday next year. I think he’ll be a hot commodity once he gets out there. But no rush, right?”

“No rush whatsoever,” I said. I playfully moved closer to Mario and ran my bare foot up his leg, stopping when I felt a huge, aching bulge underneath his dark slacks.

“Oh my,” I said. “Mario, you’ve really been looking forward to meeting me, haven’t you?”

He blushed deeply. “Uh, yeah.”

“I told him to turn in early last night,” Heather said briskly. “Make sure he was nice and energetic for you. I went down to have a drink at the hotel bar, see if there were any charismatic guys in the market for a fuck. No dice. I came back up to the room and caught him masturbating to your photo set again. We have two queen-sized beds. He kept on masturbating through the night in his bed. You weren’t very quiet, were you, Mario? I checked his sheets in the morning and left the card on the bed to have them changed. But you’re in luck. He’s got lots of come left for you.”

I could feel my nipples all rosy and hard from this revelation. “Guilty as charged, Mario?”

“Yep.”

“Well, then maybe you’d like escort istanbul to get a closer look at me.”

I stood up and took off my dressing gown. I rotated slowly in front of Mario, who was agape, and then came over and kissed him on the lips.

“Why don’t we start our lesson now?” I said. “Let’s see what we can do with your skills. Heather, pull up a seat and enjoy the show.”

There was a huge mirror on the closet doors next to the king-sized bed, so it was easy for all of us to watch the action.

Mario stripped off his polo shirt and I led him by the hand to the bed. He climbed on top of me and we started kissing passionately in front of his mother’s fuck friend.

“That’s it, baby,” I said. “God, you’ve got a beautiful body. Now, hold me down by the wrists. Just lightly.”

“Just like that,” said Heather, sitting as close as she could to the bed. “Can you see how much she loves getting pinned? Take charge of her like that, Mario. Oh my goodness. That’ll make her little cunt wet.”

I could feel Mario’s erection pressing directly up against my crotch, and I ground up into him. “See, this is the fun of being with an older woman, Mario. I’m such a fucking whore, and I’m not afraid to show it. Not like the little sluts running around on your campus. I fuck for fun, and I get off on it.”

“I want to touch you so much,” Mario said. “You’re amazing.”

“Get out of your slacks first,” I said. “I want to have you completely naked.” Heather nodded approvingly.

He had a magnificent, sculpted body with barely a trace of hair, except between his legs, where his thick, uncircumcised hard-on stood out.

I showed him where to put his hands on my body. He caressed and tongued me everywhere, a little clumsily at first, but soon adapted to the contours of my body, as he sensed what made my hips writhe.

“Good,” I moaned. “You can touch me even more roughly, Mario. I’m a fuck-slut. I’m not a doll. Use me and make me feel good. That’s what a woman wants.”

“I’m dying to suck your tits,” Mario whispered. “I want them so much.”

“Then take them,” I said. “Can’t you see how big my nipples are for you?”

Mario’s hunger for me was unbelievable. He roughly separated the straps of my bra and plunged my right nipple deep into his mouth. He was a natural. Fuck, that felt good. He was taking as much of my tit in as he possibly could, flicking in deft circles around my areola.

I closed my eyes and let out a half-strangled groan of pleasure. “That’s exactly the way I like it. You’re doing so good.”

“Keep going,” Heather encouraged him. “Suck her good. Suck her real fucking good. Remember what your mom told you about the way I suck her tits when we have threesomes. Do it good and rough, just like the instructions said.”

I heard the rustle of fabric and saw Heather standing up to take off her dress. She slipped out of her cream-colored bra with ease, and joined us on the bed. “Mario is such a tit-lover. It makes it even better when there are two pairs of big, beautiful tits to admire in the room, doesn’t it?”

“I love it when everyone in the room is having a good time,” I gasped.

Naked, Heather knelt next to us on the bed, her soft skin pressing up against my thigh. She stroked Mario’s hair as he worshipped my tits. “Such a good boy. Yeah. Make me proud. Suck her fucking tits and make her so happy.”

I groaned with pleasure. “You know what would make me even happier, Mario? Getting fucked by you. Getting fucked hard by you while Heather watches.”

“I’d love that,” Mario said, pulling his face up from my nipple.

“And what’s the most important thing when you fuck me?” I asked.

“Making sure you feel good,” he said. “Making sure you get whatever you need to come.”

“It’s just like Annika and I always tell you: the woman’s pleasure comes first,” Heather said.

Heather was visibly excited by what was about to happen. She adjusted her position esenler escort on the bed and began to play with herself. She held her wrist at an odd angle as she frigged herself openly. The sound of her frigging her cunt was a further turn-on, with her eyes locked on me.

Mario rolled off me so I could re-position myself. “Let’s see if you were paying attention. How do I like to get fucked?” I challenged him.

“I’m going to fuck you on your hands and knees so that you can play with your clitoris while I’m inside you,” Mario said. I smiled with delight. Clearly, he’d read my instructions carefully.

I got on my hands and knees and presented my unshaved cunt for his use. I was dripping. There wasn’t much need for lube. Heather unwrapped a condom and rolled it down over her friend’s son’s length.

“My goodness, I wish I was you,” Heather said to me. She leaned in to kiss me.

“I know I wouldn’t want to wait till he’s 21,” I said, relishing the feel of her soft lips.

Mario positioned his rod next to my soaked pussy. I turned my head toward the closet mirror so I could watch as he slowly pushed his young, thick, uncircumcised cock right up my cunt. So primal.

I felt so fucking full as he pushed himself into me balls-deep. Yes. Yes. Yes. I let out a loud moan. I was getting paid to take a 20-year-old cock up my slit. I’m such a fucking whore.

“How does it feel to have your big penis up her cunt, Mario?” Heather said in a loud voice. Her eyes were alight with arousal as she frigged herself. “Tell me. Does it feel fucking good?”

“Oh yeah,” Mario said, as he began to fuck me, slowly and steadily. “She’s got an amazing pussy. So tight. It feels unbelievable.”

I reached up to my cunt and began to rub myself in those familiar circles with my middle finger and ring finger. Shit. Yes. I was dripping and I really needed to cream. Hearing them talk about me while Mario banged me from behind was a huge turn-on.

“Do you like seeing her asshole from behind while you fuck her?” Heather asked Mario, rubbing her clit vigorously. Her words made my whore cunt drip even more.

“Yeah, I do,” Mario groaned. I could feel his dick stiffen when she said that. (It was like the time I told you about being anonymously penetrated while you fucked my tits in the playroom.)

“Do you want to fuck her ass too? Do you think about that?”

“I jacked off to it lots of times. The picture where she’s kneeling on the kitchen floor, turning her head and smiling over her shoulder, showing off her asshole.”

Hearing that pushed me almost to the edge. I was rubbing my clit with furious intensity. The bed was shaking as he thrust into me from behind, gripping my hips hard.

“I don’t think I can wait till you’re 21 to fuck you, Mario,” Heather confessed, a note of intense desire in her voice. “Watching you like this, I need to do it tonight.”

“You can fuck him tonight,” I said. “We’ll do it in your room. I’ll watch. I’ll take full responsibility and tell his mom afterwards.”

Mario’s face contorted when I said that. “Fuck! Oh shit! I think I’m going to fucking come. Oh fuck! Fuck!” He rammed into me and let his load go.

The sound of his orgasm sent a hot jolt of electricity through me. Completely soaked, I rubbed myself with total abandon, letting go of my instructor role. I just pushed out hard. “I’m fucking coming! Yes!” I creamed and loved it completely.

Heather had moved over to frig herself right in front of my face. “Can you smell my cunt? Can you?” I put my tongue out and licked it and she let go with a raw orgasm of her own.

Wow. I was so happy I’d followed through with Deanna. And I was eager to hear from the other instructors about how their students had learned to fuck them and suck them this morning.

I lay on the bed between Heather and Mario, overwhelmed by what we’d just done. Mario eventually got up and brought the water glasses over.

“Such a gentleman,” I said with a smile. “I think your literacy enhancement is coming along very well, Mario. You’re going to make a lot of women very happy. And the next one is named Heather. I’m going to be there, helping you. In your room. After lunch. Capische?”

“Uh, yeah,” Mario said. “Capische! Thank you.”

Like I said, it’s all about asking nicely.

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