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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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My name is Becca. I have worked as a whore all of my adult life. I am a genetic woman, my sister, Julie, is a beautiful sissy. She has also been a whore her entire adult life. No one meeting her would ever suspect what is really between her legs.

The other women in this story will be our mother, Linda, our Aunt Patti (or just Mistress), she is the Domme of the family. Also included will be our grandmother, Jane and our great aunt, Patricia (Aunt Patti was named in her honor).

This series is going to be about how the women in my family have been whores from one generation to the next. Understand that everyone is over 18 and willingly submitted to what happened.

In the last chapter we saw how Cindy was able to tap into Arlene’s craving to be shit on. Once Cindy had shit on Arlene’s tits and belly, she added to the older woman’s humiliation.

Here is how the last chapter ended:

Then she got off Arlene and put her filthy ass into Arlene’s face.

Without being told to, Arlene stuck out her tongue and started to lick the shit from Cindy’s filthy ass. Cindy looked back at Arlene, “Make sure you swallow the shit slave.”

Once she was done, Cindy stood up and squatted over Arlene and started to piss. The stream was directed at Arlene’s belly, face and tits.

Once she was done, she lowered her bloody cunt on to Arlene’s face and had her lick the piss from her cunt.

“Go ahead Piggy, smear that nasty mess all over your body.”

We could see Arlene’s eyes were glazed as she obeyed and soon her body was covered in filth.

Cindy said, “Play with yourself Piggy. Rub my shit and piss into your old nasty cunt, while I rub it on your face.”

As Arlene obeyed, she thrust her hips up and came like a bitch in heat.

As she came, all of us in Mistress Patricia’s bedroom came as well.

We watched as Cindy laid her body on Arlene and slide all over her, smearing shit on both their bodies. Arlene willing took the shit from Cindy’s tits and put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

Both women kissed passionately and finally Cindy slid off Arlene and rested her face on Arlene’s tits. We watched as they closed their eyes and drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

And now:

All three of us; our aunt – Mistress Patricia, my sister — Linda and me had gotten off as we watched Cindy and Arlene kinky scene on the monitor inside Mistress’ bedroom.

In a bit, our Mom, Jane, came into the bedroom and said, “This room reeks of cum. What have you whores been doing?”

Mistress Patricia called her sister over and pushed her finger into our mother’s asshole. “Speaking of reeking big sister, your asshole stinks! How many cocks have escort bursa you had inside you?”

Mom was very casual about it, “I have no idea, but I know our accountant has been watching me fuck, keeping a record for you.”

Then Mom looked at Linda and I and asked, “So Patti, you have been here a few days. Do you and Linda still want to become prossies?”

I smiled, “So much so Mom. I see how much you and your sister like being whores. Linda and I want to the next generation of whores.”

Mom looked at her sister, “Are they ready Mistress Patricia?”

Mistress nodded, “I think we will have a better idea tomorrow.”

The next morning, Linda and I showered and then we were summoned into Mistress bedroom. When we walked in, our mother was on her knees doing oral on her younger sister. Mistress looked at Linda and said, “Get your sister off, use your mouth.”

I sat next to my Aunt Patricia and we held hands as our older sister buried their faces into our cunts. Mistress was moaning as Mom got her off.

I started to grind my hips as I rubbed my stitched cunt along Linda’s face.

After a bit, Mistress and I both came and looked at the submissive women kneeling between our spread legs. They were both covered in our cum juices, but my sister, Linda, also had blood on her face because Linda and I were on our periods.

Mistress said, “Just as I dominate my sister Jane; you will dominate your sister Linda. But remember Patti, no matter how much of a Domme you are, we have an obligation to submit to dominant men. We must never forget our place.”

I nodded and Mistress looked at my sister Linda, “You will be tested in the morning dear. Then when you come back, Patti will be tested. If you both do well, I will set you both up in your own rooms and let you become prostitutes for me.”

Our mother looked at us, “Girls, both Patricia and I were tested when we were your age. I will warn you both, it will be difficult. If at any time you feel you can’t continue, just use your safe word. No one will think less of you for doing that.”

Linda said nervously, “I know I am speaking for Patti as well, I have learned so much in these last few days and I want to learn more. Let’s face it Mom, we are generational whores.”

Mistress put slave collars around our necks and led us to the medical suite she has for all her whores. When we got there, Dr. Missy was waiting for us. Dr. Missy was a beautiful medical doctor who is really a cross dresser. (See earlier chapters).

Dr. Missy pointed to me first, “Go lay down on the table with your legs in the stirrups.” Once I was in place, Dr. Missy spread my legs wide.

The bursa escort bayan doctor examined the stitches on my labia and said, “You are healing nicely. Once your period is completely over, I will remove all of the stitches.”

Mistress said, “Doctor, I will need some access to the girl’s pussys, can you remove a few stitches?”

Dr. Missy nodded and snipped a few stitches away, then looked at Mistress, “Is this enough?”

Mistress walked over and pushed a finger into my cunt. I was shocked, it had been quite a while since anything has been inside my pussy. Mistress wiggled her fingers and asked, “Does that hurt Patti?”

I giggled, “No Mistress, it feels great, thank you.”

I got off the table and my sister replaced me and had the same procedure done. Mistress said, “This is their test day Dr. Missy, is there anything medically that would prevent them from being tested?”

Dr. Missy shook her head, “Other than being stitched and on their periods, they are fine.”

Once Linda got down, Mistress looked at her sister and said, “Jane, pay the doctor please.”

We watched as our mother got on the table and put her legs in the stirrups and spread wide. Dr. Missy reached back and unsnapped her skirt, as it fell to the ground, the doctor pulled down her knickers revealing that the beautiful doctor had an impressive cock.

The doctor moved between Mom’s spread legs and started to fuck Mom, hard and fast. The sight was so kinky, the beautiful “woman,” Dr. Missy fucking our mother with her cock.

After Dr. Missy came, Mistress looked at me and told me to clean Dr. Missy clean. As I did, Mistress got between our mother’s legs and licked Mom’s cunt clean. Mistress seemed to really enjoy licking her sister’s cunt, she made loud slurping sounds as the did.

Our mother came on our aunt’s face and after they were done, Mom licked Aunt Patricia’s face clean.

After we were done, I said, “Mistress may I ask a question please?” She nodded and I asked, “If you are the Domme and Mom is your slave, why would you lick her clean? That’s something a slave does.”

Mistress licked her lips and said, “I did that for a few reasons Patti. The first is because I love the taste of your mother’s cunt! But also, I did that because I know how much your mother loves when I do that. Just because she is a slave does not mean that I can’t show how much I appreciate what she does.”

“Remember Patti, just because you are a Domme, does not mean that you should ever forget that your slave has needs too. But watch, I am going to make sure your mother remembers who is in charge.”

Patti went to görükle escort sit down and looked at our mother and smiled. Without being told to, Mom laid down across our aunt’s lap and gave Mom a severe spanking.

I looked at my sister Linda and sat down next to my aunt. Just as my mother did, Linda laid down across my lap.

I know people were watching us on the monitor and I could not imagine how sexy we must have looked: Two beautiful Dommes spanking the sexy bums of our beautiful, submissive sisters.

Once that was done, Mistress stood up and pushed our mother on to the floor. Our mother looked up as Mistress squatted and pissed all over her.

I looked at my submissive sister, Linda, and did the same thing.

Mistress smiled at me as we pissed and said, “This is how we maintain our dominant positions, by never allowing our submissive sisters to forget who is in change.

After we were done pissing, the slaves rolled around on the floor covering themselves with our piss. Since it was our morning piss, they both smelled especially bad.

As Mistress and I watched, a tall black woman walked in. She looked at my sister, Linda and our Mom on the floor wallowing in piss.

The black woman was stunning. Her skin was jet black. She wore a leather halter with metal rivets that made her look so kinky. She wore a leather skirt that ended mid thigh. Then to accent her black skin, she wore white fish net stockings and white heels.

Mistress introduced the Domme to us. “Girls, this is Mistress Sara. She will be administering the final test for you today.”

Mom, Linda and I stood and curtsied submissively, as we did I noticed the piss dripping from my mother and sister. Like Linda, I had blood running down my thighs.

Mistress Sara asked, “Which of them is to be tested?” Linda and I raised our hands. Then Mistress Sara looked at me and then our aunt and said, “Why isn’t that one, covered in piss?”

Our aunt explained that I was being trained to be a Domme.

Mistress Sara looked at our Mom and commanded Mom to remove the skirt that Mistress Sara was wearing. When Mom did, we saw that Mistress Sara was wearing the same kind of knickers that Linda and I have been wearing.

Mistress Sara said, “Patricia thought since you slaves were on your period, you would prefer being tested by a Domme who is also on her period.”

Both Linda and I thanked the two Dommes for their consideration. Mistress Sara looked at Me and told me to kneel at her feet. When I did, Mistress slipped off her knickers and pissed all over me. Moving her hips so she started at my face and hair and then all over my body.

“Much better. I want the whores I am testing to stink.” The Mistress Sara asked, “Which of you is the older sister?”

Linda’s hand trembled as she raised it and said, “I am the older sister Mistress.”

Mistress Sara bent over and pull Linda off her knees by twisting her nipples and pulling her into a standing position. “You will be tested first.”

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I gradually awoke to the sounds of birds singing, and the bright morning sunlight shining through the thin membrane of the tent. The first thing I became aware of was that I wasn’t in my sleeping bag; I was lying naked on top of it. The second thing I realised was that I wasn’t alone; there was someone else in the tent with me. Not that I was expecting to be alone, of course. I knew that Kyle would be lying either in or on his own sleeping bag beside me. I smiled and, without opening my eyes, wrapped my arms around him. Then I quickly pulled them away and my eyes snapped open. Was I mistaken, or had I just touched a pair of breasts? I glanced down at the figure sleeping beside me.

The girl was tall, with long blonde hair and looked about 18. She had a slim figure, and generous breasts roughly the size of half grapefruits. Each one was tipped with penny size areolas and tiny nipples. I stared in shock at the young woman, lying beside me as naked as I was, with her legs a little apart and her pussy lips slightly open. My sudden movement, touching her then pulling away, had disturbed her, and she twitched slightly as she slowly began to wake up. Without opening her eyes, she smiled and spoke.

“For someone who’s never done it before, you seemed quite . . . . . . . knowledgeable.” What did she mean by that? Suddenly I gasped as my thoughts returned to the previous evening, and I remembered what had happened and what I had done. My shock and embarrassment quickly turned to panic. Where was Kyle? I jumped up and began searching for my clothes, and that’s when I realised. I wasn’t in my tent. This one was a little bigger than ours, and the walls were of a different colour. The worst thing, though, was that it didn’t have any of my clothes in it. I rummaged through the jumble of clothes, but the only item I found that was mine was a pair of knickers. I felt the heat in my cheeks rise as I remembered how I had ended up here.

We had arrived at this campsite at about 5.30 the previous evening, having made a wrong turn somewhere on the way to the music festival. Kyle had suggested we spend the night here and find out what was going on, before moving on this morning should we not like it. We’d set the tent up, then gone to get something to eat. It was in the dining tent that we’d met Ashleigh, the girl I had apparently spent last night with. A friend of hers had visited the festival last year, and told her how much she had enjoyed it. Although she couldn’t make it this year, Ashleigh had decided to come on her own.

After dinner, Kyle and I had met up with Ashleigh at the opening ceremony, and it was there that we discovered that this wasn’t a musical festival at all. Lustonbury was an annual event that had been started three years previously, and seemed to be an erotic celebration of free love. The young woman in charge had opened the ceremony by allowing her two assistant organisers to strip her naked, and indulge in all manner of sexual activities with her, while the rest of us watched. Although most of the spectators hadn’t been watching for very long, they had been too eager to get çapa escort going with each other. Kyle and I had been the last two to get involved, and this had been with some reluctance. Not that we weren’t interested in sex, it was just that the whole situation seemed a little bizarre. Ashleigh noticed that we didn’t seem to be joining in with the spirit of things, and had called us over. Her clothes had been scattered all around her and a man of about 30 was impaling her on his cock from behind. A woman of about the same age had her hand clasped around the teenagers left breast, squeezing and massaging it while she sucked and nibbled on the nipple. Ashleigh had been massaging the other breast herself. Now she offered it to me. “Come on Dani, come and have a nibble on this.” I made a nervous glance at Kyle, but he just shrugged his shoulders. Not really sure what I was doing, I stepped closer to Ashleigh. When I reached her, I took the soft, firm flesh of her young breast in my shaking hand and lowered my mouth to her nipple.

Ashleigh’s small nipple was rough against my wet tongue. It was soft to begin with, but as I began to suck on it, licking with my tongue and tugging gently with my lips, it began to harden. As I continued my oral stimulation of the girl’s delicious breasts, she began to moan. I couldn’t tell if this was due to my own attentions, that of the other woman nibbling on her left breast, or the man who was making quick, rough thrusts into her pussy. I guessed it may have be a culmination of all three.

“Danielle, what are you doing?” Kyle’s voice seemed to be coming from a great distance. All I could think about was the exquisite taste of Ashleigh’s gorgeous breasts, and how they felt in my hands and mouth.

“She’s enjoying herself, handsome,” another voice responded. “Why don’t you do the same?” Still chewing, I turned my head slightly to see who had spoken. There was a tall, red headed girl standing right in front of him, her naked breasts pressed hard into Kyle’s chest. One hand was inside the fly of Kyle’s trousers’ while the other had taken hold of one of Kyle’s hands and was guiding it through the smooth patch between her legs. Kyle caught my glance, and gave me a nervous look. Its okay, go with it I flashed back, still not taking my attention off Ashleigh’s body.

As I continued sucking, nibbling and licking, I felt hands beginning to caress my own body. Someone was stroking at my own chest and stomach through the fabric of my thin blouse. Looking down for a second, I saw that it was the 30 year old male, his cock still firmly embedded inside Ashleigh but now thrusting slower, concentrating on groping at my body. Moving one hand away from Ashleigh and down my own body, I began to slowly undo the buttons of my blouse. The other hand continued to squeeze and massage Ashleigh’s glorious right tit. Once I had undone all the buttons, I moved the sides of the shirt away, exposing my cupped 32A breasts to the hungry eyes of the strange man groping them. He didn’t bother undoing my bra, but instead just pulled the istanbul escort cups off each breast, causing the nipples to spring free like elastic. Tilting his head so he could get in between my body and Ashleigh’s he then began his own assault on my breasts, much in the way I had been doing with Ashleigh. The major difference between what I was doing, however, and what Kyle had done to me in the past was that this man was far rougher. Rather than lightly nibbling and sucking, his teeth were aggressively biting and chewing at my nipples. I could feel his sharp teeth, and the cries that came from my mouth were as much from pain as they were from pleasure. Even so, part of me was enjoying his assault of my chest, and was eager for it to continue. In order to prevent any discouragement that my cries may have caused, I took hold of the back of his head with both hands and pulled him closer, holding his face against my heaving breasts. He continued to nip and bite at my nipples, and as he drew his teeth away between attacks, I could see the scratches and bite marks around my areola.

As the man continued his hungry assault of my breasts, I looked over his head to see what Kyle was up to with the red head. He no longer had his hand between her legs, but was now kneeling in front of her, with his tongue lapping at her pussy. The girl herself had her head thrown back, and was moaning and groaning as she held my boyfriend’s head in place, ensuring that he wouldn’t cease his oral assaults until she was ready. As I continued to watch, I felt a sharp pain between my legs. Grunting, I looked down to see that my aggressive partner was now roughly thrusting his monster cock inside me. I continued to groan as his throbbing hardness drove deeper inside me, expanding my tight pussy with its vast size. As he was now concentrating on screwing me, the man had taken his attention away from my breasts. Ashleigh now took advantage of this by slipping her own mouth round my areolas, her soft delicate tongue soothing my sore, swollen nipples. I didn’t know whether to groan in pleasure at the attention I was getting to my chest, or in pain at the violent assault I was getting deep inside my pussy. The man had been so hungry for my body; he hadn’t even bothered to remove my knickers. He had simply pulled the material to one side, so as to make room for his engorged cock, which now moved rapidly inside me.

Gripping onto the man’s back, I lifted one leg and wrapped it round him, pulling him in even deeper. My nails clawed and scratched at his naked back, as I moaned and whimpered, his own hands gripping my ass. Now supported only by his grip on me, and my grip on him, I began to shake with each thrust as he withdrew then rammed his cock back inside me. Looking over his shoulder, I got another look at Kyle, who now had the redhead on her back on the grass. He was lining his own cock up at the entrance to her pussy, and when he saw I was watching he shifted round slightly so I could see him penetrating her. As he spread her legs wider, I stared at the folds of her pussy lips and her hard bağcılar escort clit, fully exposed from its protective hood. Still looking at me, Kyle forced his hard rod deep inside her and the girl screamed out as his entire length penetrated her. This was all I needed to push me over the edge. I groaned loudly as the walls of my pussy contracted, and pulled tight around the cock inside me, but it continued to move. My lover increased the power behind his thrusts, almost ripping my tight pussy apart and increasing the intensity of my orgasm. The waves were still spreading when the iron rod inside me stiffened, then began to throb. Warm fluid flowed inside me, and leaked out of my pussy. It trickled along the cock still inside me, and dripped down onto the grass below us.

In the confines of Ashleigh’s tent, I made another futile attempt to locate the rest of my clothes, while trying to cover my naked body. What had I been thinking? How could I have allowed all these people to violate me like this? It must have been the situation. All these people intoxicated on lust had made me lose my inhibitions and do something I would not normally do. With total strangers, and with a woman! I shuddered as I remembered Ashleigh’s lips around my nipples, and her tongue around my pussy. Tears began to sting at my eyes as I rummaged through the girl’s possessions, but nothing there was mine. How could I leave this tent and enter that pit of animals in nothing but my panties? I could already hear moans and groans of pleasure emanating from outside. Then, amongst the sounds of lust, I made out a familiar voice calling my name.

“Danielle? Danielle, where are you?” It was Kyle, out there somewhere, looking for me.

“Kyle!” I shouted, opening a gap in the door of the tent. “I’m in here.” The gap I made was hopefully large enough for Kyle to hear me through, but not large enough for other people to see me in my nudity.

“Where?” the voice came back. It definitely seemed closer now. He seemed to be heading in this direction.

“Over here!” I decide to take a chance and, undoing the zip further, stuck my head out. The scene that greeted me was nowhere near what it had been the night before, but it was still not what I would call normal. Most of the lustful moans and groans were coming from inside the tents now, though there were still several couples and small groups engaged in adult activity on the damp grass. I could see Kyle, he wasn’t very far away but he had his back to me. I called his name again, and he turned and saw me. As he ran towards me, I began to struggle out of the tent, still completely naked but no longer bothered. When he reached me he grabbed hold of me and pressed his mouth roughly against mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He slid his hand between my legs, probing my wet, sticky pussy with his fingers, but I pulled away.

“Not here,” I groaned. “Lets go home. Now. I’ve had enough of this place.”

“Okay. Let’s just get you dressed and get the tent down, then . . .”

“No!” I shook my head violently. “I don’t want to spend another minute here.”

“But your naked!” Kyle protested.

“I don’t care! Lets just get in the car and go.” Kyle looked at me for a moment, at my untidy hair, teary eyes and heaving breasts. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me again.

“Ok,” he said. “We’ll just get in the car and go.”

To be continued . . .

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I was raised to be a good girl. I had a few boyfriends while in high school. I was a normal teenage girl. With my body changing almost weekly. My father was in and out of the house because he worked construction overseas. Mother very attractive, she told me a few stories of her high school dating. But she always told me that things were going to be different for me. She did not want me to make the same mistakes she did. At 18, still in high school and living at home. Mother let me date with limits.

My mother was very strict, and I was not allowed to be out on a date after 10:30. I also had to wear long skirts and blouses that closed at my neck. But being young with natural urges, I still had some “fun” but nothing major. I mean blouses do rebutton, and long skirts do move up a leg with a hand under them. But heavy kissing and some groping was all, especially with Robby.

I wanted to have my first car date. It took me over two weeks to get mother to agree. Then the day of my date daddy came home that ended that first date. I always stay home for the first week when daddy came home. Because he was gone a lot, he always took time with me that first few days. We would go bowling, go to a movie, he even took me dancing. He always had time for me when he came home. He and mother did things also, and we did things as a family. But he always made me feel special.

But he did have a rule that was never overruled or modified. Any boy that wanted to take me out had to come to him in person and asked for his permission first. The boy’s had a hard time with that. I think daddy scared them. He stands 6′ 6″ weighs 250, because he does construction has a big build no fat just muscle.

Daddy was home a week when the first boy had the guts to ask him if he would allow me to go to a movie. I had known Robby for a long time, back to middle school. He and I did “date” at school functions and ball games. So mother was not to concerned about him. Daddy knew his father from the gym.

Daddy asked all the questions you think he would. He had Robby come into daddy’s workout room. Daddy was lifting weights as they talked about the date. Also in the room was daddy’s gun display. Robby answered all the questions right. So, I was allowed to go out with him. At 18 I had my first car date and daddy said I needed to be home by 12:30.

Mother did not like that daddy said 12:30. So, she helps me get ready. Hair in ponytail, skirt just above my knees. Long sleeve blouse that buttoned down the back, pantyhose, cotton bra and panties. Very light makeup, just a touch of lipstick. No perfume, black flats. When I came down, daddy said that I looked nice. I found out later he had a number of words with mother.

One question daddy did not ask Robby. Which theater we were going. As it turned out, a nostalgia company had renovated an old drive-in theater. IDs were required to enter all persons had to be 18 and over. The screen was a back projection type, so all the light was behind the screen. Also, the restrooms and snack bar were under the screen. The parking slots were very dark.

When Robby and I pulled in he parked in the last row, on the far end of the row. So, the car was secluded, no one behind, no one to the left. As it turned out the next car beside us was three slots over. The car in front was down two slots. We were alone. I had sneaked my lipstick and perfume into my purse. I took out my lipstick. As I was adding some, I asked Robby if I should take down my hair. He said no he likes a girl with a ponytail. I hit myself with heavy perfume.

Robby said that the backseat was a long bench type. He asked if I would like to get in back so we can be closer. I kissed his cheek and we moved into the back. The lights over the back fence were turned off as the movie started. The sound for the movie came over the radio not an outside speaker.

Robby slid close putting his arm around my shoulders. In the past at a few parties and dances. Robby and I would make out. I let him freely group me and I jacked him off a few times. I leaned over and kissed him. He pulled me over his lap, so my back was to the movie. I knew we weren’t going to watch much of it anyhow. As I laid in his arms with our tongues intwined, Robby started to unbutton my blouse. I locked my arms around his neck to give him access to my buttons.

Robby opened the blouse, then slid his hand up my hot skin to unhook my bra. With my back naked Robby ran his hands up my spine. His hands were hot on my exposed skin. As we kissed Robby hand moved around the front of my blouse. His hand slid under the cup of my bra. He stroked my breast and pulled my nipple. I broke the kiss just long enough to slide my blouse and bra off. Now naked above the waist. Our kissing became more animalistic. I sucked his tongue hard. He pulled my nipples.

I broke the kiss. The windows were steamed over. I moved higher onto his lap. I lifted my skirt from under my butt. Robby took the hint. He slid his görükle escort hand up my leg under my skirt. As his fingers glazed over my pantyhose. My panties became soaked. I felt his hard cock under me. I asked if he wanted some help with that.

I knelt on the seat. As I looked into his eyes, I pulled my skirt up to my waist. I kissed Robby. Then I hooked my fingers on the waist band of my hoses and panties. I pulled down both to my knees. Then I turned around kicked off my shoes, then slid my panties and hoses off.

Robby leaned over kissing me. He cupped my breast as his other hand slid under my skirt. I parted my knees to give him access to my wetness. As he played, I reached one hand over to open his belt. I pulled his belt off. Then I opened the clasp on his pants. I unzipped and opened his pants. I reach in and find the front of his boxers. I reached inside to feel his cock. It was hard, hot, and silky smooth. I pushed Robby back then slid off the seat. I knelt between his legs. I pulled his pants down past his knees.

Robby lifted his butt up so I could pull down his boxers. When his cock cleared the shorts. I started to jack him off. My breast bounced, Robby reached out and played with them. I worked on his cock faster and faster. Robby moaned I knew he was close. I asked if he had a towel. He said no. I said I just can’t make a mess. Robby said with a smile just use your mouth then. It was meant as a joke. I thought to myself, then I looked into his eyes as I lowered my mouth over his cockhead. Just as he shot his cum.

I sat back on my heels. I did not know what to do. Then I got an idea. I opened my mouth to show him his cum. Then I smiled. I moved up and kissed him. When he opened his mouth for my tongue, he was no expecting his cum still in my mouth. I cum kissed him. I pushed his cum into his mouth with my tongue. I held his head so he could not move. Then I kept kissing until I felt him swallow. I broke the kiss. He made a face. I said that it was his fault because he did not have a towel to catch his cum shot.

I said that I did not want to swallow this time. And if I do you again like that, I am going to give you a kiss just like that each time. He smiled. I asked if he liked the taste. He smiled again. He asked if I liked the taste. I said what was on my tongue before I kissed him was not too bad. I never tasted anything like that. I think it was naughty but still ok. I think I might swallow sometime. I asked again if he liked the taste. He said yes. That was a surprise to me, I always thought that guys did not like the taste because they were to macho to.

We sat back hugging and fondling each other as we watched the movie. Robby pushed up my skirt over my waist. As I leaned back Robby started to jill me off. That the first time I ever had that done. I never did it to myself, I played and fingered but never jilled off. When he made me cum, I cried out. He asked how I like it. I smiled.

He asked if I ever did that. I said no. He talked me thru it until I made myself climax. When I caught my breath, he asked if I enjoyed it. I said yes. I asked how he knew. He said he watches porn. Then he did something unexpected.

Robby said that he like to watch me pleas myself and asked me to do it again. I opened my legs. He said lick your fingers first. As I was fingering myself. He said for me to pull my nipple. I did, that caused me to shiver. As I masturbated for Robby, he sat watching me. After a while he pulled off his boxers to cover his cock as he jacked off. I watched him as my climax built. My breathing came in gasps. I was moaning, my nipples were hard, I had wetness flowing from me. I felt sweat on my forehead.

I masturbated for ten minutes before my climax hit. When it did, I thought I would die. I shook, my belly quivered, my legs stiffened, my head fell back, my eyes closed. My body bounced and bounced. I blacked out for a few seconds. When I was seeing clear again. Robby was cleaning his cum from his cock with his underwear.

Then he knelt between my knees. He pushed them open. He bent down and placed his mouth over my pussy. He started to lick then suck me. It felt wonderful, he used his fingers in me that caused me to explode again. As I calmed down, Robby sat back saying he enjoyed watching me.

I asked why, he said seeing me cum and the look on my face was a turn on for him. His cock was hard again. He said he wanted me. I asked if he had protection. He said no. I said I am not on the pill so no, not tonight. He said he would pull out before. I was tempted but said no. I said I would suck him off again and this time I will swallow his cum for him. That is what I did. After I gave him his blowjob, we dressed. The movie was ending, and it was getting late.

We drove home quietly. He walked me to the door, and we kissed. We held each other for a few minutes. He asked me out for next Friday night. I said yes. Just as I was kissing him the lights bursa merkez escort came on. He left. I entered my house.

Daddy asked if I had a good time. I smiled and kissed his cheek. He asked if I was seeing Robby again. I said if it is ok next Friday. Daddy said he liked Robby for a long time, and it is ok with him for Robby to date me. As long as we keep it just dating.

Mother started to say something, but daddy just gave her a look. Mother said if daddy was going to allow me to car date and dress as I like. She was taking me to the doctor to get the pill. She said she did not want grandchildren to soon. Then stormed out of the room.

Daddy sat me down and told me that they had a fight about how she made me dress, my curfew, and other things. Daddy said “Sandra Ann Baxter, I love you. I know that your 18 now, remember your still my baby girl. But I am trusting you to use you head and keep things under control”. I kissed him good night and went to bed.

In my room I called Robby. I told him what daddy said. We made plans for next week. That night I put on my sexiest nightgown. I practiced the things Robby taught me, then fell asleep.

The next morning daddy was down in the kitchen just finishing cooking breakfast. He made me scramble eggs, toast, hot tea. He had pancakes, sausage gravy over fried eggs, hot tea and toast. He said he has a surprise for me. He was not going to be going out of the country anymore. His company has promoted him, and he was now going to be in the main office. So, he will be home from now on. Mother came in and kissed all around. She hugged me saying it is wonderful that daddy was going to be home from now on.

She looked at me and said that it now time for me to be grown up. She said finish up and get dressed we are going shopping. When I ran a quick brush thru my hair. I saw some of Robby’s cum on the end. It must have happened when he touched my hair after he jacked himself off. I put my hair back into a ponytail and dressed in panties, shorts, crop top, and sandals. Just light makeup and lipstick.

Mother drove. In the car she asked if I wanted to talk, if there was something I wanted to tell her. I sat still. Mother reached out and flipped my ponytail. I looked and asked if she saw. She said yes.

Mother said she made a number of mistakes when she was my age and younger. She did not have a mother to guide her. Her father’s wife (the first of three after her mother died) did not try to help her become a woman. Never told her things a real mother should or would. So, she had to learn things the hard way. She lost her virginity in high school. The boy said he loved her, the next Monday he dumped her for a cheerleader. She had a few other boyfriends. They did not last.

Then she met daddy just after she graduated. They spent the summer together. Then they went to the college intown. They dated all thru school then married. She got pregnant by accident on their honeymoon. She had to hold off getting her job till I was born and weaned.

That is why daddy took the real good paying job with the construction firm. He moved up in the company fast and became construction director. Now he is going to be a vice president in charge of logistics and equipment. But it has been hard being separated. That is why she was hard on me, “So now tell me about the cum I saw in your hair last night”.

I asked if daddy saw it. Mother said she did not think so. She saw it when she was behind me. I started slowly then got the nerve to tell her the whole night. I was red and looking at my hands. She drove not saying anything. When we reached the mall and parked. She turned and asked if we had gone all the way. I said he asked but I said no because I was not protected. Mother said she will make the appointment on Monday.

Then she said just remember things happen. Daddy would be disappointed if it did. I asked if she would. She said yes but being a woman, she could understand. Daddy on the other hand. She kissed my cheek; we went into the mall.

The first stop was the beauty salon. We got our hair done. I had it styled some, but I still wanted to be able to put in in a ponytail. Then our nails and a makeover. Then we hit the mall. I was thinking mother was going to take me to the normal store we shopped at.

Our first stop mother took me to VS. I was shocked. Mother said a woman needs frilly sexy lingerie. I looked at her. She whispered, “if you’re woman enough to give blowjob’s then better dress for the occasion”. I had my first real bra fitting. I found out that I was a 35 C. I was wearing the wrong bra for a year.

After I tried on a few styles. I went with front hook, with silk and lace cups. Thong and boy short panties. 10 sets in many colors. Also slips, camisole. Three garter belts, with a number of stockings in different colors. Then three nighties, short and sexy. A few nightgowns with robes that daddy bursa sınırsız escort might see.

Then we hit the dress shop. I ended up with 12 skirts in various lengths. But most thigh high with two short, still long enough to cover the tops of my stockings but not by much. 10 dresses, 15 or 20 blouses and tops.

Three party dresses one was a short club dress. I think I might have a problem with daddy with that one. Mother said it look cute on me. I said daddy. Mother said he will have to learn to like it. Also, a LBD. Then shoes, a few flats, three pair of three-inch heels, four pairs of six-inch heels. When we got home, daddy asked to see some of it. So, we held some up for him to see.

He saw the VS bags. He asked to see them. Mother said no. He then said if I was going to show them to Robby, I better be showing him. I handed him a pink bra with see thru silk cups. He handed it right back. He said he rather not know. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Mother helped me clear my closet and drawers for the new things. I kept a few cotton sets, but most went. I kept my jeans and shorts. A few nighties and sleep shirts. A few longer skirt and the outfit I wore at the drive in.

The next day Daddy wanted to go to a movie. I wore my new sundress; I could not wear a bra with it. When daddy first saw it. He looked at mother and said, “well she is grown up”. After the movie we all went to dinner.

Life was good for a long time. Robby and I dated regularly. Daddy and mother took a few vacations by themselves. I finished college. Finished my master’s degree. When Robby finished his master a year later, he asked me to marry him. We still have not gone all the way. I wanted to save it till my wedding night. Robby wanted to as he would say “practice” but he went along with my request. We got married on leap day, February 29th. Daddy joked that Robby could not be blamed for missing our anniversary it only came once every four years. I said right. But the day before and after all come each year.

Our life settled into a routine. Our sex life was good. Robby took me on our wedding night over and over. After the first few months it was sex and more sex. Then one night Robby asked that I get sexy dressed, and we go to the den. He wanted to watch me strip in candlelight then watch as I masturbated for him. I did. That started it, once a month we played “woman and the voyeur” that went on for over a year. Then we did it twice a month then once a week.

One day, I still don’t know if it was by accident. I found Robby’s laptop open. I looked at it. It was his porno site. I started to read some of the stories. Most were about a man watching his wife have sex with other men and a few with women. I also saw he had saved a few videos. A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. As that progressed, I started to work from home.

When I was in my seventh month, I found Robby’s video of a woman making her husband watch as she fucked a man. When he finished the wife walks over to her husband. She pushed him down and then sat on his face telling him to clean her lovers cum from her pussy.

A week later I found three of the same type of movie. But before the woman sat on her husband face, she told him she stopped taking the pill. Two showed the woman as her belly grew. The woman would have the other man over so the husband could watch. She always told the husband the baby was not his.

Robby kept collecting some of these movies. Then six months after our daughter was born. I found he had a video of a sex party where the husband sat in a chair watching his wife with others. We still played our game often.

About a year or so later. We were watching a movie. When the sex scene started Robby sat still to watch it. I watch him from the corner of my eye. He started to play with himself. That night in bed he was having trouble staying hard. I whispered, “Jerry my husband will be home soon so fuck me hard” Robby got hard and he went wild.

When he cum in me I pushed his head down and said, “eat me clean” That started a new phase. I would have him go down on me after each time he cum in me. One night we fucked on the couch. I had him pull out and shoot on my boobs. I told him to lick me clean.

I read up on the cuckold lifestyle. I started flashing some boobs or even high thigh, once I even flashed a shoes salesman my panties with Robby sitting with me. After a few times like that. I started to make some sly comments on how other men looked. I even said I wonder how big his cock was, things like that.

One day at breakfast I was in a short nightie with an open robe. I told Robby I was horny and to get under the table and lick me. when he was doing that, I held his head and said, “faster my husband will be here soon” I held him to me till I had two climaxes.

One day I was out with a girlfriend. She asked how things were going. I told her about Robby and how I was handling it. She asked me to come to her house. When we got to her house, we sat in the living room. She called out to her husband to make us tea. As we talked Sue said that she had a similar problem. Only her husband Steve, wanted for her to have lesbian lover as he watched. Just then Steve brought us in the tea. He was only dressed in pink panties and had a bowtie on. Nothing else.

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My Adventures with Bob & Donna Married Bisexual Sluts: Part 1

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Bob and I have been best buds since high school. We graduated twenty-two years ago from St. Peter’s and both us played on the football team. We both got married after high school, were best men at each other’s weddings, and we drowned our sorrows in beer when we both got divorced.

Bob and his second wife, Donna, got married in the Bahamas about 8 years ago. It was a small wedding and I was glad to have been invited because it was a truly happy time. The shocker is that Donna is 14 years older than Bob, but they have been happily married since they tied the knot. They are always posting pictures on Facebook of their trips to the Caribbean, to Jamaica and Europe. I guess Donna must come from money, because Bob is an HR manager at the same mid-size company he joined after high school and I know, from what he told me in the past, that it doesn’t pay the best but the benefits are amazing, including 8 weeks of vacation after 10 years.

So, Bob and I are sitting in his man cave in the garage watching a baseball game. Usually Donna is around, wearing her tight yoga pants and showing off her beyoğlu escort deep cleavage (man, the woman has incredible tits). But Bob told me she wasn’t feeling well, so we won’t be having her incredible guacamole and margaritas. Fair enough, but too bad. The last time I came over, we smoked a joint with her and she was flirting with me so hard, I went home and jerked off thinking about sucking on her massive jugs.

“Another beer?” Bob asks me.

“You bet” I head to the fridge but there’s no beer.

“Oh, there’s plenty in the kitchen fridge. Bring a few out.” he says.

I know the house like it’s my own, so I enter the house, the mudroom and head to the kitchen. As I get closer to the kitchen, I hear really loud squeals and screams. “Holy fuck” I think to myself, “It sounds like a fucking gangbang”. As I enter the kitchen, the sound of loud, messy sex gets more intense. I tip toe slowly forward and look over the breakfast bar into the family room. On the flat screen tv hanging above the lit gas fireplace is a gangbang porn video playing. Except, it’s not a chick and a bunch of guys, it’s one guy taking istanbul escort on a room of men. Men of all kinds, naked, and hard. And there, on the couch, legs spread wide, hands on exposed tits, is Donna.

“Oh baby, take all that fucking nasty cock, you slut” she shouts to the male whore on the video.

Donna was lifting her tits up and pulling and squeezing on her long nipples. I saw her take her right hand off her left boob, she licked it, then she shoved it down toward her cunt. She squealed. She then slid down further on the couch, the couch I had passed out on many nights, and spread her legs wider. She released her other tit and reached to her left. I saw a huge white vibrator rise into the air, and then she brought it down to her pussy. All the while she was watching a big macho man on screen take cock after cock in his asshole.

“Fuck…fuck…Cock…I need Cock in my cunt and in my ass and in my mouth” she moaned. My dick was so fucking hard, it hurt. I couldn’t help rubbing it through my jeans.

The sight of Donna’s big jugs bouncing as she screamed these obscenities and pleasured her snatch made me want to cream fatih escort my pants. Then all of a sudden, she screamed loudly. She screamed for about twenty seconds, gibberish coming out of her mouth and I could tell she was about to cum. Blood rushed to my head and the room felt like it was 150 degrees.

My cock was fucking huge and throbbing like never before. I had to get out of there. I turned to go and almost ran into the mudroom door. When I got to the garage, Bob had his back to me. He was sitting on the couch, legs spread, rubbing his crotch through his denim shorts. He was watching an amateur porn movie. On the tv, the porn that was playing showed a big titted blonde woman lying on a bed. She was moaning in heat as two men sucked on her wide, round nipples and a third man was sucking on her clit and fingering her trimmed cunt. The camera panned the room and there were men surrounding her in a circle, all of them naked, all of them jacking their cocks. One man stepped forward quickly and the camera zoomed in on the woman’s face. The man blew his load on her face, neck and tits, which the other men started licking up. Jesus Christ…The woman in the movie, fuck, was Donna!

“Oh baby, take all that fucking Cock. You’re gonna be filled with sperm babe,” Bob was saying as he pulled his cock out fully from his denim shorts. My cock started leaking in jeans, I rubbed at my knob panting like a fucking dog in heat…and then I fucking bolted out of there.

End of Part 1

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July 10th, 2024

2:00 AM

Team Hotel

—

After the team’s close victory against Great Britain, the girls enjoyed a long night out of celebration on the Las Vegas Strip, full of eating world class food, drinking the most expensive alcoholic beverages you could imagine, and of course, gambling. Still plastered after their eventful night, they all went back to Serafina and Jimenez’s shared hotel room.

“Yo Em! (Buuuurrrrrp!) pour me another shot of that Patron!” Said Serafina, as she belched and slurred her words.

“Alright… alright…I’m coooomin! Just let me have another siiiip of this boooootttle real quuuiiiiick!” Said Diaz as she wrapped her lips around a large Don Julio bottle.

“Hurry uuuuupp! My body needs Patron! Like right now or Ima fucking… explode and fucking… diiiieee!” Said Serafina

Thunderhawk held up her shit glass high. “Pour me some more tooooo!” She slurred.

“Hey guys, where’s Johnson?” Asked Jimenez.

“She’s back at our room, sleeping like a baby, haha!” Laughed Giordano “I mean, she barely drank tonight! What a lightweight am I right?”

“Ok!” Said Diaz. “Here comes your guys sho-“

(CRASH!)

As Diaz walked to the other side of the room to pour them shots, she dropped the bottle of Patron, the tequila bottle leaking all over the floor. “(Gaaaasssp!) oh shit! My bad! Heh heh… I like… did NOT mean to do that! I’m such a klutz!”

Serafina fell to her knees. “My Patrooooooon! It’s goooone because of yoooouuu, Ember! Whyyyyy!” She cried.

“Duuude I’m (wheeeeze) I’m sorry! I’m sorryyyy! I didn’t mean it bro I swear!” Said Diaz, trying hard to contain her laughter.

“Oh my god dude you’re like soooo drunk right now, Em!” Wailed Jimenez. “How many sips of fucking tequila did you have out that big ass bottle?”

“Uhhh… how much sips is a quarter of a… (buuuurrrrp!) oops! Excuse me! Hahahahaha!” Said Diaz covering her mouth as she laughed even harder.

“Ewww you’re so wasted duuude!” Said Jimenez.

Tears welles up in Serafina’s eyes. “My Patrooon! It’s really gooone! (sniffles) …Just like how Demarcus is gooone! Why does everything I love always have to leave meeee!!” Serafina said, as she began sobbing.

Jimenez quickly ran over to console her. “Hey, hey, hey, come hereeee! Girl, you don’t need him! You are SO beautiful and you deserve better!”

“(Sniff) b-but I-I loooved h-h-hiiim!” Serafina wimpered.

Thunderhawk also walked over to comfort Serafina. “He showed his true colors! You don’t need people like that in your life!”

“B-b-but he was sooo damn fiiiiine! His perfect 360 waves, his goatee, (sniffles) his tattoos, his muscles! (Sniff) I just want to fuck him one more t-tiiime!”

“Look, there are plenty more fish in the sea! You’re so fucking pretty! I wish I could have your body, personality, and aura! You are ethereal, and men should treat you like the goddess that you are!” Said Thunderhawk.

“DEMAAARCUUUUS!!!” Bawled Serafina. “I WANT HIM BACK SO BAAAAD!!! HE WAS MY ONE TRUE LOOOOVE!!!”

“It’ll be ok ‘Fina! I feel your pain!” said Thunderhawk.

“Jesus waterworks, we get it. You lost your little human dildo. Newsflash, we have a fucking fart championship to win in a couple days! Now can we focus on that?” Said Giordano.

“Beckyyy! She’s going through emotional distress! We have to be there for her in her times of need! We’re a team, after all!” Said Thunderhawk, as she caressed Serafina’s back.

“Yeah, we all know you don’t have a soul but can you at least try to show some empathy, Becky?” Said Jimenez.

“Heyyy Finaaaa…! I know w-what could ch-cheer you uppp!” Giggled Diaz, stumbling on her words.

“I don’t careee, Em!” Whined Serafina.

“Hnnnng! Hold on, I got something for youuu!” Said Diaz, Lifting up her right leg. “it’s riiiigggght…”

Prrrrrrttt!

“…there! Heh heh heh!” Laughed Diaz as she stuck her tongue out.

“(smacks lips) Ha-ha-ha. You’re such a comedian. Ughh.” Jimenez groaned as she rolled her eyes. “I swear bro you can never handle your alcohol!”

“Wait! I got another one! Hnnnng!” Said Diaz as she pushed hard.

Peeeeeerrrrrriiiip!

“Hahahaaaaa! Ooooops!”

“Fuck, you’re telling me I gotta deal with this chucklefuck for the rest of the night? Ugggghh!” Groaned Giordano. “(Sigh) Hey, bitch! Gimmie that Don Julio! I need a fuckin drink!”

“Riiiight awayyy, Jose! Let’s all get fuuuuucccked up! WOOHOOoooOOoo! Girls for life, am I riii-“

“Just hand me the damn bottle ya fuckin dope!” Yelled Giordano.

“Ooookkaaayyy lemme just shimmy my little self all on over too y-“

(CRASH!)

As she walked over to Giordano, Diaz once again dropped another bottle of alcohol, it shattering into pieces and leaking all over the floor.

“(Gaaaasp!) YOU. FUCKING. IDIOT!” Screamed Giordano.

“NOOOOO! Not the Don Juliooooo!!” Wailed Serafina, as she began to cry again. “WHY CAN’T THE WORLD LET ME ENJOY ANYTHIIIIING!!”

“Uhhh… bursa escort oopsie-poopsie! Heheheheee!” giggled Diaz

“You goddamn smooth-brained imbecile! I paid ONE HUNDRED AND FUCKING FORTY dollars for that bottle! ONE HUNDRED FORTY!” Screamed Giordano.

“I’m such a kluuuutz bro! I can’t help iiiiiit! Hahaha!” Laughed Diaz, nervously.

Prrrrrrrrrrtttt!

“uhhh heh heh! I’m… sorry… I can’t help but fart when I get nervous… haha!” Chuckled Diaz, as she fanned her ass.

Frrrrrrrriiiippt!

“Uhhh… hahaha! That Filet Mignon and Brussel Sprouts I had at the steakhouse earlier is reaaaally doing a number on meee!”

“Are you serious right now? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? You’re gonna sit here, break my bottle, laugh, and proceed to fucking fart like nothing happened?” Said Giordano. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU BITCH!!! AHHHHHH!!!” Cried Giordano. She then picked up a shard of broken glass off the floor and ran towards Diaz.

Thunderhawk quickly ran to protect Diaz from Giordano’s wrath, stepping in front of Diaz and outstretching her arms to shield her. “Becky, Becky! Stop!”

“Thunder, will you kindly move out of the way? I am going to fucking brutally murder Ember now, and I do not want to be charged with double homicide in the state of Nevada. Got that?”

“Look, Becky, 140 isn’t even that much money… uh… when you think about it! I mean, didn’t you win big on craps tonight? Like a thousand dollars?” Said Thunderhawk.

“Yeah but that dumb fuck standing behind you should know not to fuck with any amount MY money! I got mob ties, y’know that, Ember? MOB TIES!”

“This whole team is falling apaaaarrrt! Just like my love liiiife!” Bawled Serafina.

“All I’m saying Becky is that you have a lot more money left! Like 860 dollars to be exact! So why not just be happy with that?”

“860 dollars isn’t enough! 860 dollars is-” Giordano suddenly stopped talking and took a step back, putting down the glass shard “heh, I think I just got an idea…”

“What?” Asked Thunderhawk.

“Well… since that ugly, dumb, clumsy, worthless piece of shit loves wasting my money and farting so much… why not give her the opportunity to redeem herself?” Said Giordano, as an evil smile grew on her face. “Ember, I challenge you…

…to a FART-OFF!!!”

“(Gasp!) Like that girl on Team Mexico who challenged Thunder to a fart duel? Nooooo I don’t wannaaa!” Said Diaz, as she turned her back and headed towards the door.

“Then what are ya, Ember Anderson-Diaz? Are ya…”

“…FARTLESS…?”

The room, after Giordano’s shocking remark, went pindrop silent. Jimenz, Thunderhawk, and Serafina looked at each other in disbelief after hearing such a vulgar and offensive word come out of their teammate’s mouth.

“(Gaaaasp!) you did not just call her that!” Said Thunderhawk.

“That’s the worst insult in the fart game, dog!” Said Jimenez.

“Yeah, even I don’t use the big F-bomb!” Said Serafina

Diaz stopped dead in her tracks, her sober self finally creeping back in. She slowly turned around, peering at Giordano “what… THE FUCK… did you just call me?”

“You heard me, Ember Anderson-Diaz! Are. You. FARTLESS?”

“Nobody… and I mean NOBODY… calls me fartless! You hear that Becky? NOBODY!” Yelled Diaz, with tears of rage welling up in her eyes. “Fine! I’ll do your stupid fart duel or fart-off or whatever the fuck!”

Giordano dropped the shard of glass back down to the floor. “You don’t have a fucking choice, you braindead whore! You’re doing this whether you fucking like it or not! And if you lose, ohhh boy!”

“Well then… w-what happens if I lose?” Asked Diaz, nervously.

“Let’s just say I’ll pay you and your family a visit back in Miami after the IWFC is over” said Giordano, menacingly rubbing her hands together.

“W-well… what happens i-if i win?”

Giordano’s menacing smile slowly went away. Her hands stopped rubbing together and went back down to her sides. She stared through Diaz, with a blank, cold expression.

“…you survive…”

—

“Alright, we both got 1 minute. Whoever farts the most in that minute, wins! Thunder will keep score!” Announced Giordano.

“What if I like… shit my pants? I’ve had a ton of alc tonight you know… haha!” Said Diaz.

“Oh we KNOW” said Jimenez.

“You better be careful, Becky. Em can fart a shit ton within a minute. I mean, the main reason she was even recruited to the team was because of the frequency of her farts!” Said Thunderhawk.

“I agree with her. I think you’re losing this, Becky.” Said Serafina.

“Pffff! Well fuck you guys too! It’s not like I won the New York City Fart Contest 5 times!” Said Giordano

“It was 4 times.” Replied Thunderhawk.

“Shut up Thunder!” Said Giordano.

“I don’t care who wins. I’m posting this on TikTok to all of my 600 thousand followers either way and there’s nothing bursa escort bayan y’all can do about it!” Said Jimenez, as she got her phone out to start filming.

“Well remember to tag me so my 2 million followers can see me stinking Ember out!” Said Giordano. “Now Thunder give us a countdown!”

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… fart!”

“Hnnnnnnggg! Come on, fart now, ass!” Said Giordano, pushing hard.

FRRRRRAAAAPT!

“Huh? That wasn’t my ass!” Thought Giordano, as she looked to her side to see Diaz smiling.

ThhhhhhRRRRRIIMP!

“Can you at least give me a chance to rip one fuckface? Jesus!” Said Giordano, still trying to push one out.

“Haaaaaa! I thought this was supposed to be a contest, biiiitch!” Said Diaz, as she lifted up her leg to fart again.

Prrrrrrpplplplplplp!

Vviiiiiirrrrrrrriiiiimmmmmfffftt!

“You better keep up, Becky! Told you this wasn’t gonna be the cakewalk you thought it would!” Said Jimenez.

“Mmmmmmmphhh!”

FRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEMMMPTTT!

“Aw fuck yeah there we go!” Said Giordano patting her stomach.

VVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIPPP!

“Now we’re talkin’!” She said, as she leaned down to smell her fart. “(Sniiiif) Ohhhh shit! That one’s just straight ASS! Haha!”

“Ewww!” Said Diaz, as she shuffled a few feet away from Giordano. “Why do yours always have to smell so baaaad broooo?! (Bleeeech!) I think I’m gonna puke!”

“That’s because I’m a real farter, unlike you! Those little toots you call ‘farts’ won’t get us nowhere in the championship! What we need is gas with some FORCE behind it!”

FFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPT!

“Like that! (Sniiiiiiff) ohhh that one’s bad! Just straight rotting meat from the Tomahawk steak I had tonight at the steakhouse!”

“(Huuuuaaacccck!) I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puuuke! Who knew a belly full of alcohol and the smell of rotting steak doesn’t mix!” Diaz said, as she violently gagged and covered her mouth.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUMMMFFFF!

“(Snniiiiif) You smell that? That’s a grown woman fart right there! That’s a fuckin fart from a grown ass woman, you bitchmade diaper wearing little girl!” Said Giordano, as she fanned her ass towards Diaz.

“30 seconds left!” Said Thunderhawk

“You know what? Take this!” Said Diaz, turning her ass towards Giordano as she ripped a series of small poots.

Frrrrrrrriiiip!

Thhhhhhiiiirrrrreeeeiiimp!

Pfffffffffssssshhhllliiip!

Ssssssrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffrrrrrrrrriiiiiippp!”

“(Sniiiif) really? I can barely even smell those! C’mon, Em! Put your ass into it!”

THHHHHHHRRRRRRUUUUUMMMFFFTT!

“Smell that? Now that’s what you would call putting your ass into it! Now quit it with those baby farts and fart like a REAL WOMAN!!!”

BBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPTPTPTPTPT!

“Ohhhh yeeeeeaaah! That one hurt my asshole coming out at the end! Hahaha! Laughed Giordano.

“Fina, who do think’s gonna win?” Asked Jimenez to Serafina.

“Girrrrl I don’t give a fuck who win! I’m just here for the drama!” Replied Serafina.

“Heh, me too.” Said Jimenez.

“15 seconds left!” Exclaimed Thunderhawk.

“Oh god, only 15 seconds? Shit!” Diaz thought in her mind. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! What if I didn’t fart enough to win? Shit, that means Becky might try and kill me! Oh no!”

(Guuuurrrggle)

“Aw shit! My stomach!” Said Diaz as she grasped her abdomen. “Oh god, oh god, I’m so nervous! I think I’m gonna-“

FrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRUUUUUMMP!

“I… farted? Wait, I farted! That’s it! I always fart when I get nervous! That’s how I’ll win! I just gotta remain nervous so I-“

Viiiiiirrrrrrrrieeeeeepttptptpt!

“-Keep farting!” Thought Diaz “Quick! I gotta think of what makes me the most nervous! Uhhh… public speaking! Going to the dentist! Killer Clowns! Venomous snakes! Uhhh… Becky stabbing me to death!”

Plluuuuuurrrrrrpppttt!

“Yes, there we go!”

Prrrrrrrrtplplplplplp!

“Yeah!”

“MMMPH! Dammit I’m running outta gas! I should’ve ate more fucking vegetables tonight!” Thought Giordano, as she pushed out a small fart.

Eeeeeerrrrrriiiiip!

“What happened to your ‘grown woman farts’, Becky? Ahahahaha!” Laughed Serafina. “You cocky bitch!”

“Runnin outta gas there, huh fucker?” Said Jimenez.

“Sorry, but I don’t listen to women who weigh over 2 tons!” Shouted Giordano in an extremely angry tone.

“2 tons? Ouch…” said Jimenez.

“Jesus Becky! All we’ve ever done is shown you kindness!” Said Serafina.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1… stop farting!” Exclaimed Thunderhawk, as she stopped her timer on her phone.

Giordano nonchalantly stretched her arm. “Alright, I’m assuming I won, Thunder?”

“Well, I actually counted 12 farts for Em, and only 7 for you, which means she’s the winner!”

“I won? I ACTUALLY WON?! HALLELUJAH!! GOD IS REAAAAL!!” Screamed Diaz as she threw her hands in the air.

“Alright escort bayan now, celebration time over. Time to pay up for breaking my bottle!” Said Giordano with her hand out.

“B-b-but I won!”

“I said if you won, you got to survive. I didn’t say you wouldn’t get out of payin me, miss butterfingers!”

“Fuuuuuuuccck!” Groaned Diaz.

—

5:30 AM

IWFC Stadium

—

The stadium where the competition was held was entirely empty and dark, only illuminated by some dim lights near the fart floor. Almost all games for both divisions had wrapped up the night before, with Team Japan vs Team Nigeria being the final game before the Championship, and Japan winning by a slim margin, only by a couple of points. Although the championship would not be played until 2 days later, Coach Narumi Iwasaki of team Japan, along with revered farter and multiple time Japanese fart champion Kiko Sugiyama practiced obsessively, perfecting farting techniques and going over game strategy.

PRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPT!

“Not good enough! Again!” Yelled Coach Iwasaki.

FRRRRRAAAAAAAAAMMMPPPTSSSS!

“Hold the fart for longer!”

FFFFRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRRRIIIIIIMMMP!

“Longer!”

FFFFRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!!

“LOOOONGERRRR!”

BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTSSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEMMFTTTTTTSTSTSTFFLUUUUUURRRRRRPPPT!

“Adequate. You will bring great shame to your family name if you do not pass gas like that each time!”

“I apologize for my lack of gas, master. You may fart on my face as punishment. I do not deserve to breathe this planet’s oxygen for such amateur level farting.” Said Sugiyama, as she knelt down and closed her eyes.

“Very well. You must be reminded that you come from a great line of female farters, all of whom could fart at will, much like myself! You must learn the important lessons now, if you wish to live up to your ancestors and dominate this farting competition for years to come! Now shove your face in my ass!”

“Yes master.” Said Sugiyama, as she shoved her face into Coach Iwasaki’s soft, supple buttcheeks.

BRRRRRRIIIIIIIMMMMMFFFFTT!

“(Sniiiiif) yes master! I deserve to only smell your farts and nothing more!”

“For the time being, yes.”

GGWWWWWWAAAAUUUUULP!

“(Sniiiifff) ohhh yesss! The sweet smell of rotting fish is heaven to my olfactory system!”

“One more!”

RRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBLLLLLTTTT!

“(Sniiiiiif) ahhhh. That one smelled a bit more shitty, master! Punish me more, please!”

“No. You have had enough!”

“Yes, you are right. I am sorry.” Said Sugiyama, rising up from her kneeling position.

“Your farts weren’t very long today, master. Well, not as long as mine at least. Why is that?”

“I… ummm… was taking it easy on you! Yeah… uh… I, um didn’t wanna kill my best player, y’know? You already know I can fart for 5 minutes straight, what more do I have to prove to you?”

“Well… I thought you could control your gas at will, and you could tap into, well, y’know…”

“Tap into what?”

“Tap into the Fart Force, like you said you could, without other gas producing substances!”

“Yeah, I, uh… totally fuckin can! Duh! I just… like to take it easy sometimes! Whoa whoa whoa, wait a second, this isn’t about me! This is your competition! We should be focusing on your farting only!”

“I’m afraid, master that I might be… out of gas this morning…”

“Out of gas? Already? Do you need more of… the elixir?”

“Oooh! Yes please!” Squealed Sugiyama, giddily.

“Well hold on, I just gotta text this random Canadian farter that I got it from. She’s got one of the secret ingredients to the elixir!”

“Master, do you think this ‘elixir’ you keep giving me will be enough to beat the Americans in the Championship?”

“Well, we will see on Friday for sure. But let me tell you, Sugiyama Kiko, I have a feeling that we’ll be a-ok!”

“And how is that?”

“Let’s just say that the Canadian farter I keep telling you about, that keeps giving us the secret ingredient to the elixir has got some ‘connections on the inside’ and will make sure we’ll be “taken care of” come the championship! Just know that she hates the Americans, and will do ANYTHING to stop them from winning this championship!”

“Master, what do you mean taken care of? Who will take care of us?”

“Hehehehe… all you have to know is that the judges will be extra nice to us this time around, more so than what they have been in prior years… and those Americans won’t even know!”

“(Gaaasp!) are you implying?”

“Yes!”

“Hahahahaha!” Laughed Sugiyama. “Championship trophy here we come!”

“Team Japan will once again be on top! We will bring the gassiest glory to the great nation of Japan!” Said Coach Iwasaki, raising her fist in the air.

“For Japan!”

“For Japan!”

END OF PART 7

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I don’t know why she did it, but she did. Every day, at the same time, at the same place. And every time I would be there watching her.

I’m talking about my neighbour and best friend’s wife, Kimberley. She definitely was a beauty: tall, busty, beautiful auburn hair that hung half-way down her back. She was 24, a year younger than myself. Perfect weight, not too skinny, not too large. And those eyes… god, I just melted under those piercing blue-green eyes.

I can’t remember when this started; half a year ago or so, I guess. What I do remember about the first time it happened was the feeling of complete and utter shock I had when I opened up the curtains to see straight into her bedroom, to see her, completely naked on her bed, her fingers probing into her neatly shaven pussy. But that wasn’t all. I felt disgusted with myself. I felt ashamed that I couldn’t take my eyes away. But over everything else, I felt a want – a need – to keep watching.

Every evening, at 5:30 pm, she would do it. And every time I would be there to watch her. Sometimes she would remember to close the curtains of her bedroom, but more often than not she wouldn’t, and my view would be unobstructed. And for half a year she hadn’t noticed me, staring out my window as she drove herself to orgasm time and time again, sometimes my hands working at my penis, matching my rhythms with her frenzied motion, imagining it was my cock filling her hole. Imagining it was I, thrusting, deeper and deeper into her cunt, my hands on her bare naked skin… but when she stopped I would snap back into reality. And my earlier feelings of shame and disgust would come back to me, every time, and I could never bring myself to watch her put her clothes back on. I would always close the curtains, go and get a drink or something to take my mind off her naked body.

And I would cry, sometimes.

I’m not joking – I would cry. I’ve always been the kind of guy that wasn’t afraid to show my emotions, and I had grown up being taught that a guy could cry when he wanted. And sometimes after Kim’s display, I wanted to cry. Because I was a happily married man – my wife was perfect, and my love for her was certain. We planned to have kids, and start a family… and here I was, cheating on her, even if only with my eyes, while she wasn’t there.

Good God, I don’t want this to keep happening. But I can’t help it. Every time I would be up there at 5:30, and even when she would close the curtains, I would stay there, hoping and straining my ears to hear her noises. I hated myself for it, but I could never tear myself away from that window.

My wife, Joanne, got off work at 6, and would normally be home by 6:30. She worked 7 days a week, so I was always alone when Kim began her daily “exercises”. Paul, my best friend since high school, Kim’s husband, would come home about 7 on the weekdays, and I’m not sure where he went on the weekends, but Kim was always home alone at that same time, every single day of the week.

And so it was today, just like every other day without exception for the last 6 months. I had just finished watching her, and I made my way downstairs, where I quickly got myself a drink of water. After drinking the contents, I went to place the glass back on the sink, but somehow it struck the side of the bench and fell from my grip, shattering into a hundred pieces on the floor. I looked down at my hands: they were shaking uncontrollably.

“Fucking hell.” I whispered to myself as I bent down to pick up the pieces. “Get a fucking hold on yourself, Kevin!” I scolded myself. But it was no good. I knew that, 24 hours from now, I would be back up there again, watching her fingers slip into her divine place, listening for the moans that never reached my ears.

“Kevin? What’s wrong?”

I froze when I heard the sound of my wife’s voice.

“Jo? When did you get in?” I asked, standing and turning to face her. God, I hadn’t even heard her.

She was my Jo. An inch shorter than me at 5’9″, 25 like myself, fairly thin, perky breasts. Curly, blonde-brown hair which hung down to her shoulders, and brown eyes.

“Just then, honey… what’s wrong?” she repeated her question, stepping up to take my hands in hers. “Your hands are shaking. And you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” She continued, looking up into my eyes, a concerned look on her face.

“Uh, it’s nothing. I was just – I broke a glass, and…” my voice trailed off as I struggled to smile. “It’s nothing, honest.”

She placed her hand on my forehead, measuring my temperature. “Are you feeling well? You look pale. Temperature’s up a bit too.” She spoke, taking her hand away from my head. “I want you to go get some rest, ok? I’ll get some dinner ready.”

“Ok.” I replied, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before I walked past her, making my way upstairs, where I flopped on my bed. My eyes looked over to Kim’s bedroom window, and I saw her pulling on the last piece of her clothing, but I quickly looked away.

I had done enough harm already.

* * *

“Good dinner.” I remarked taksim escort as I cleaned up the last of the food on my plate.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Jo said, standing with her own plate in hand before walking over and taking my plate from the table, placing both of them on the sink. As she began to run the water to wash the dishes, I stood up and walked up behind her, placing my arms around her waist and kissing her on the cheek.

“Thanks, honey.” I whispered into her ear, my lips now moving away from her cheek and gently kissing her ear. Jo giggled.

The one good thing about my recent voyeur experiences was what it was doing for my sex life. Joanne and I had only been better in bed since I first spotted Kim masturbating.

“I think I know what you want…” she said with a smile, turning around to face me. Our lips met, one, two little kisses, before our tongues plunged into each other’s mouths. After a moment, she pulled away, smiling.

“You know, Kevin, I would love to, but I really have to get this done. Maybe after…” she said.

I smiled. “That’s fine, I’ll go have a shower.” I said, kissing her on the lips one last time before releasing her. I turned and made my way to the bathroom, quickly slipping off my clothes after I had closed the door, turning on the water. I stepped into the shower, the cold water immediately sending shivers down my spine as it ran down my naked body. The water quickly became hot, and I picked up the soap and began to wash myself.

I was 5’10”, fairly average build. I had a light tan, but really nothing very noticeable. My cock was 7 inches when erect. I had short, cropped blonde hair, and blue eyes.

My cock began to stand up as I thought back to Kim. I wrapped my left hand around the base of my dick, slowly beginning to masturbate as I saw her finger-fucking herself in my mind.

Damn it, damn it all. I had had enough. I had to do something – I had to talk to someone. Kim? No, that would definitely blow up in my face. Definitely not Jo: she was my wife, and we loved each other dearly, but I knew she wouldn’t understand.

Paul. My best friend since high school. Could I – could I really tell him that I had watched his wife masturbate every day for half a year? Would he believe me? How would he react? Holy shit. But if any of them would understand, it would be him. I knew the way he looked at my wife, and I talked to him once about it. I was OK with that, I mean, just checking people out, but watching them fuck themselves… now that was different.

But I couldn’t put up with it any longer. I had to talk to someone – and if that someone was Paul – then so be it.

* * *

“Hey honey.” I heard as I entered the bedroom, completely naked after my shower. I could see the form of Jo, sitting up in bed, wearing just a robe. I grinned, and reached for the light switch.

“Leave it off.” She purred, beckoning me over to the bed. My hand returned to my side and I followed her lead, coming around to climb onto the bed from the side, pulling myself on top of her, our lips meeting in an extended kiss.

“Jo… I love you.” I whispered, stopping a moment to stare into her eyes.

“I love you to Kev. Now, fuck me, big boy.” She said, her hands undoing the knot in her robes, and flinging open the flimsy covering to show me her entire, naked body. I lowered myself down onto her, our lips meeting again, my cock at the entrance to her vagina. As we continued to kiss, my dick slowly began to penetrate her tight hole. She gave a slight gasp as the thick head of my spear made its first entrance, which quickly turned into a moan as I pushed more of my length into her tight passage, my movements slow and drawn out. Our lips met once again, our tongues penetrating each other’s mouths, as I pushed the last of my meat into her, now pulling back out, a little faster than before, only to plunge back in. Jo moaned into my mouth as I continued to thrust harder and harder, my hands holding onto her hips now to steady her as I fucked her progressively harder.

“Oh… shit…” I whispered as my hands pulled away from her hips, roughly grabbing one of her tits in each hand, squeezing her breasts as I continued to pump into her, my cock filling her pussy, as she leaned back and moaned, pushing her tits towards me. We both began to moan fiercely, and after a moment more, we both reached our peak, orgasming at the same time. As I emptied my load into her pussy, her juices flowing onto my cock, I relaxed my body, virtually collapsing on top of her, her tits pushing against my chest as I finally pulled my cock out. We both lay there, panting.

“I love you, Kevin.” Jo finally managed to say.

“I love you too.” I replied, looking down to her now and kissing her on the lips.

“Think you’re up for another round?” she asked after our kiss was concluded.

“Definitely.” I smiled, and she rolled over so that she was on top of me.

My mind drifted off as she began to ride my cock. I couldn’t believe it; as I closed my eyes, istanbul escort letting the pleasure take me to places that only it could, I couldn’t believe it: I was imagining it was Kim that was riding me.

I’m so ashamed.

* * *

I straightened my clothes out as I waited for someone to answer the doorbell. There I was, the next morning, standing in front of Paul and Kim’s house, ready to spill my guts to Paul. And praying like all hell that it didn’t fuck up.

The door clicked open, and I snapped back into reality, only to see Kim standing there, as brilliant as ever, dressed in a tight-fitting white shirt and a red mini-skirt. She always dressed up like a 16 year old.

“Hey Kevin. Are you after Paul?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah.” I finally managed to say after picking my jaw up off the ground.

“Well, I’m sorry, but he’s not in right now… he said he had an emergency business meeting, and he rushed off.” Kim replied.

“Oh…” was all I could say.

“Come in, come in. Do you want something to drink?”

I wanted to run away. I wanted to turn and just run away, but before I knew it, I was inside, and the door was shut behind me.

“Thanks, that’d be great.” I said.

Damn you, you stupid bastard. Fuck you.

Kim smiled and hurried off to the kitchen. I took a seat on the couch in the living room.

“I haven’t seen you in a while Kevin. Been busy?” She called out.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” I replied. “Do you mind if I try Paul’s mobile?” I asked, my eyes flicking to the phone on the table next to me.

“I tried a little while ago, and couldn’t get anyone, but you’re welcome to try.” Came her reply.

I picked up the phone, dialled in the number, listened to the dial tone, praying that Paul would pick up just so that he could get out of this uncomfortable situation. After a few rings, the other side picked up.

“Hello.”

I froze. A woman’s voice. On Paul’s mobile?

“Uh, hi, is this Paul’s phone?” I asked, thinking that I must have dialled up the wrong number.

“It sure is, I’ll just get him for you. Paul, honey, it’s for you.”

Had she just called him honey? Don’t tell me…

“Hello?” Paul answered this time.

“Paul?” I asked.

“Oh, shit, Kevin… I can explain it all, ok, it’s just…”

I looked up and saw Kim enter the room, two glasses of champagne in her hands.

“Any luck?” she asked, smiling.

“Nope.” I replied, jamming down the phone.

“Oh, that’s too bad.” She replied, before walking over and passing me one of the glasses. “I was saving this for Paul and I, but if he has emergency business meetings, he misses out.” She said with a smile, gesturing to the champagne. Her face suddenly became concerned. “Is something wrong?”

“Uh, no, nothing. I was just thinking about something that happened at work.” I lied, snapping back to reality as the pieces began to fall into place. I didn’t think anyone had that many emergency business meetings. And he was barely ever at home on the weekends. And Kim, the trusting wife, never suspected a thing. Good God, why would anyone want to cheat on this woman?

I took a sip of the champagne.

“Mm, lovely.” I said with a nervous smile.

“There definitely is something wrong. Do you want to talk about it? Is that why you wanted to see Paul? Is it about Jo?” she asked, her face showing genuine concern.

Oh god, the look in those eyes made me break down, and I nearly cried right there on the spot.

“There is something wrong. Kevin, what is it?” she asked, putting down her glass and walking over to me, taking a seat on the couch I was on. She faced me, her exposed leg just touching mine, and she placed a hand on my thigh, immediately causing my dick to harden.

“Oh, god, I didn’t want to say anything, but…” I took a deep breath, still not sure if I was going to be able to say what I was about to say. Oh well, fuck the consequences. She needs to know. “For about half a year now I’ve watched you. Your 5:30… activities… I think you know what I mean.”

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to: the shocked look on her face and the slightly open mouth was enough to give me the “yes” I had expected.

“I didn’t mean to, I just did by accident one day, and I couldn’t stop, I mean, I love Jo, completely, but I just… I couldn’t take my eyes off. I couldn’t. Ever. Every night. Every fucking night.”

And now I did break into tears. My whole world, it seemed, had just crashed on top of me.

“Kevin…” was all she could say before she brought me into her arms, my face pressing into her shoulder. “Kevin, it’s OK.”

“What do you mean, it’s OK? I’ve watched you pleasure yourself, not once, not twice, but every night for half a year! I…I…I…”

I finally fought back against my tears, pulling myself out of her grip as I did.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, my eyes on the space of couch between us.

“It’s my fault.” She replied.

“No, it’s not, I…”

My words fell away as I şişli escort felt her hands grip the sides of my head, and I only had enough time to look up before her lips were on mine. I wanted to fight back, damn it, I wanted to fend her off, but there was nothing I could do, she was so forceful, and I couldn’t deny that I wanted this myself, so damn bad. Finally she released my lips from hers, pushing me down onto my back on the couch. She straddled my chest, but seizing my chance, I finally managed to stop her by grabbing her arms, pinning them to her side.

“Kim, no, Jo is… and Paul…”

Kim’s face became steely. “Don’t even mention Paul. I know what his “emergency business meetings” are. I’m not that stupid. And the look on your face when you rung… I just knew it. I don’t know her name, but I do know that he was the one who made the moves on her.” She looked like she was ready to kill someone, but finally her face softened. “Look, Jo doesn’t even have to know, it will be just this once…”

“No, Kim, I’m sorry. I can’t do it.” I whispered, trying to fight against my own words.

Kim sighed, and her eyes went to my chest. Her muscles relaxed, and I knew, she had given up, so I let her arms go.

“I thought you might say that. And I didn’t want to make you do anything you didn’t want to do. It’s just… well, those six months, that’s why I’ve been doing it. That bastard, he drove me to it, but I still love him, and I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t bring myself to confront him. We… we haven’t had sex for that whole time. It seems his tastes have changed, and this old flavour isn’t good enough for him.” Her eyes were filling with tears, and she looked up into mine. “Jo is bloody lucky to have you. I would do anything… anything… to have you. Just… just let me know if things change, ok?” she asked, absent-mindedly running a finger along my shirt.

“Ok.” I said. She slowly got off of me, and I stood up with her. “Look, don’t go do anything rash. Confront Paul. There may be something else behind it. I’ll come with you if you’re scared, there’s no way he’d hit you while I was there, I know that…” I said.

“Please, Kevin, just leave.” She said, tears streaking down her face as she looked down at the floor.

“I’m… sorry…” I said, but she didn’t answer, and I turned and walked to the front door. I looked back once to see her tear-filled eyes looking straight into mine, but before I gave into my desires, I stepped out of the house, quickly making my way back next door, to my own home.

* * *

I lazed around the whole day (I had a well-deserved week off work), doing nothing but eat and watch TV until about 3 o’clock, when the phone rang. Putting down the packet of biscuits I was currently devouring, I made my way over to the phone, shoving in the last biscuit before picking up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, honey, it’s me.”

“Jo? You don’t normally ring from work. What’s up?”

“Kim called me. We had a long talk.”

My heart leapt into my mouth. What if she had told Jo about…?

“And yes, she told me about what’s been going on for the last 6 months. With you, that is. And she told me about Paul. And she told me about the conversation you had with her this morning.”

“Look, Jo, honey, I can explain…” I began, desperately trying to salvage something from this.

“There’s no need.” She replied, calm as ever.

“What… what do you mean?” I asked.

“Kim told me what you told her. She told me that you cried.”

“I… I meant all of that…”

“I know you don’t lie, Kevin. I just wish you would have told me…”

“I’m sorry Jo, I just felt so… so weird about it. And I hadn’t been meaning to tell Kim, it just… it just came out.” I whispered into the phone.

“It’s OK, Kev. I don’t need your excuses. I think our relationship is strong enough to get through this. Don’t you?”

I sighed with relief. “Yes, of course I do. I love you Jo.”

“And I love you Kev. You know… I’m in the mood for some serious loving when I get home, Kevin. This whole thing has made me… kinda hot…”

Oh my God. Something divine was definitely in my corner at the moment. Not only did my wife not care that I had been watching another woman for six months, but it had made her horny!

“You bet, honey.”

“That won’t do… I want you to promise me you’ll fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

I grinned like a fool, despite the absence of others in the room.

“I promise, Jo. I promise I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“See ya then, hon.”

“See ya, Jo.”

CLICK.

I put down the phone, still in shock. I stood there for a moment, staring into space, that stupid smile still on my face. Finally, I managed to shake it off my face, before I went to have a shower. I wanted to be nice and ready for – tonight.

* * *

DING-DONG.

My hear jumped. The best sex of my life was most likely just at my doorstep. I stood up, brushed myself off, before making for the door. As I opened it, I was surprised to see not just Jo, but Kim beside her, looking somewhat happier than last time I had seen her. In fact, she was sporting a very big grin. She was wearing what she had worn earlier today, the skin-tight top and mini-skirt. Jo must have changed out of her work clothes after work, because she was now wearing a red top and jeans.

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Somehow some light shines on my face. The sun is shining. I probably slept through the night.

When I wake up, I sort out my thoughts and turn to the side. I wasn’t dreaming! Here she lies. Right next to me. Sideways with her back to me. Apparently, she is still sleeping, my goddess.

I look at her as she lies here. A perfect body. Her flawless fair skin and long black hair. Amazing, what a woman!

Yesterday’s experiences wander through my mind. OMG, that was good. My desire increases again immediately. Without much thought, I move close to her and begin to gently stroke her body. Especially about her perfect butt. At some point she lets out a quiet, pleasant sigh and turns a little more onto her stomach. She bends one leg slightly. Her bare crack becomes visible, and my hand immediately goes exploring.

I stroke the inside of her thighs, along the crack of her ass and lightly over her pussy. She opens her legs even more and stretches her butt out towards me. If that’s not an invitation! I part her labia with one finger and run along them. She’s wet. And how! Of course that animates me even more. I start massaging her pussy. Share its lipps. Penetrate her minimally. Circle her tickler. My fingers are already really wet with her juice.

She starts to moan slightly and turns a little anymore, so that I have her full glory in front of me. While I push my escort bursa middle finger into her, I massage her rosette with the wet palm of my hand. She clearly likes it and stretches out her wonderful bottom towards me.

I add my second hand. I take care of her pussy with one and her ass with the other. My cock is now really hard and because of the desire for her I don’t think anymore, I just want her more.

While I fuck her crack with one finger and massage her clitoris with an another, I start to pamper her ass with the other hand. She is now so wet that I can easily penetrate her with my index finger. I just sink my middle finger into her asshole and massage her tight hole with light movements.

Selena’s breathing is now rapid, and her moans are unmistakable. She looks over her shoulder. She looks at me lustfully with her beautiful eyes and whispers to me, fuck me my sweetheart. Come on. I want you deep inside me.

She draws her legs all the way up and kneels in front of me. What a sight! Her wet slit and the shiny rosette right in front of me. My cock is rock hard, and I move up to her from behind. When I’m very close, she reaches one hand through her legs and grabs my hard-on. She pulls it to her wet pussy, but she doesn’t sink it. She slowly runs the tip of my cock through her swollen pussy lips. I push slightly, but before bursa otele gelen escort I can sink myself into her, she grabs my cock tighter and directs me to her anus. Can that really be! She wants me to fuck her incredible ass! Oh. And how she wants it. She uses my cock and presses it greedily into herself.

Now it’s your turn baby to fuck me, I hear her whisper. I won’t let anyone tell me that twice. I start thrusting into her tight hole. First carefully and lightly, then more and deeper. Her heat and pressure are unbelievable and soon I’m in her to the hilt. Both of my hands grab her hips and I start fucking her beautiful ass in earnest. Her moans get louder and louder, and I realize that I’m going to cum soon.

Between two hard thrusts I moan as a warning that I’m about to cum. Yes! Yes, cum inside me, she returns and rubs her pussy hard.

Not once do I raise the issue and fuck her deep and hard. Then the world explodes. We come at the same time. Loud. Uninhibited. Incredible.

Now we’re lying next to each other, sweaty. We smile at each other. Good morning darling. She caresses me and kisses me. Good morning, sweetheart.

Unfortunately, reality is now starting to catch up with us. We both must do our jobs. I still have to check out of the hotel and go home to change.

I look bursa merkez escort at her seriously, darling, I have something to tell you. She looks at me in shock. Suddenly she seems vulnerable.

Even if that might sound very offensive now. I would like to see you again as soon as possible. I. I have fallen in love with you, and I want to see you again as soon as possible.

There is a brief silence. Her facial expression changes to a wide, warm smile. Baby! I thought you’d say goodbye at some point. Yes. Yes, my sweet. If you want, I’m yours. And we sink tightly into a long, intense kiss.

It didn’t help at all. We must stand up. Come on, let’s take a shower. She takes me by the hand and pulls me into the bathroom. The shower is large and spacious, and the water comes nice and hot from a large shower head on the ceiling.

She’s a lot taller than me. The way she stands next to me, pressed close to me, it’s impossible to miss. But I do not mind. On the contrary. I don’t know that though. But I find it very exciting. This perfect body and her charisma paired with tender dominance.

We soap each other up. I massage her breasts with soapy foam and play with her stiff nipples. She cups my cock and my balls with one hand. At the same time, her secondhand slides over my butt and she presses one of her long, soapy fingers into my ass. Deep, all the way. I groan and must hold on to her. Damn I’m horny again!

Then it’s over again. She smiles mischievously at me. Just so you don’t forget me. But we don’t have time for more now.

She withdraws. I would like to attack her. Unfortunately, she is right. It’s really time. However, adult thoughts will accompany me all day long. I already know that.

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It wasn’t going out until I got the call. I can’t say why, but I just decided not to. About 10:40 or so some friends called from a bar and asked what I was up to. Since they called, I thought what the hell. My friend Dan told me that his girlfriend Tracey was up from Pullman and brought Malia, one of her sorority sisters, up with her to party. Dan has always been willing to hook a brotha up – and based on the things she’d told him before they left his place, he had a pretty good idea that Malia was looking to put out and, because he is a nice guy, he really didn’t want to send her home with some stranger they met at the bar and really wasn’t trying to have some stranger come over to fuck in his living room. I can respect that. So I guess after the third guy pushed up, he asked her about the kinds of guys she likes and, after hearing what she had to say, told her she should meet me.

Initially, I really didn’t have any plans for going out. I met some friends for dinner and drinks earlier in the evening, but was back home by 9:00, reading a little, and trying to decide if I wanted to go downtown to brave the crowds. In all honesty, it wasn’t an appealing thought. I’m more of a house party guy or party with friends guy than going out on the town guy. And it’s snowy, icy, and cold out here. Finally, while it’s a lot easier on New Years Eve, the thought of paying for drinks and putting in work for sex just wasn’t appealing to me tonight. Especially with the crowds. I told Dan if he could get me in the Spark without a cover or compelling me to stand in line, I was game. He called me back in five minutes and told me to go to the front of the line.

The drive down was rather cold. I didn’t really give my truck much time to warm up and wanted to get there to check this girl out. He told me that he thought I’d like her, and was sure that she’d like me. Of course, he also said that she was drunk and intent on getting laid. And the more she drank, the more she wanted to fuck. Apparently, she’d been dumped by her ex over Xmas for some other sorority chick. It made me glad that I wasn’t in Pullman anymore, really, as that whole scene really boggled my mind.

It took a few minutes to find a place to park, but by 11:30, I had parked and amazingly gotten in the door. A few folks in line were given the bouncers shit, but Ant, one of the bouncers I’ve known for a few years, gave me a slap on the hand and told me to have a good time as I walked through the door. They didn’t even charge me the cover.

No sooner was I in the door than Dan was heading my way with a rum and coke. “Good to see you, man. Look, we have the table over there. Malia is the one with the little blue outfit on,” he said, pointing over to the make-shift vip section.

“Cool, thanks,” I said, taking the drink from his hands, taking a sip, and following him back. I couldn’t help but to be a little awe-struck. She was hot as fuck. She had kind of dark caramel skin, which I later found out was because her father, who was from Brazil, had a Brazilian father and Pakistani mother. They met in college here in the US and stayed. She was about 5’6″, but at least three of those inches were from her shoes, and she had long kinky-curly hair pulled behind her neck. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress that had sequins sewn into it and it ended about half way down her thighs. As we got to the table, all I could think about was leaving with her.

Dan introduced me to her and I extended my hand, she took it, held on to it, and asked me to dance. So with no other words, we hit the floor. Now I’m not that in to dancing, but I figured what the hell, it’s almost 2008, so I might as well shake my ass a little. The music sucked, but it had rhythem and a good beat, so I followed her lead. In no time, I was sweating, unbuttoning my shirt, and having a good time. She was escort çapa into close dancing and was all up on me, facing away with her ass on my crotch, turned towards me with her hands exploring my chest and stomach, and I returned the favor. As she rubbed her ass on me, my cock responded appropriately. I was initially embarassed, but she seemed into it, so I grabbed her hips, sometimes running my hands up her sides, one hand reaching around to caress her from belly to boobs, the other playing in and pulling on her hair.

At 11:55, the DJ announced the last song, a slow song, before the final countdown. We hadn’t spoken more than 5 words to one another and were embracing each other, kissing, and groping each other on the dance floor. My hands roamed over her ass and I slid her dress up far enough to allow my hand to slide between her legs from behind, only to discover that she wasn’t wearing panties. I can’t say I was surprised, but I ran my middle finger between her lips, then let her dress fall again as the DJ announced it was almost time for the countdown. We made it back to the table with Dan and Tracey as the 30 second countdown started with the DJ counting over Dick Clark, who didn’t sound all that hot anyhow, recovering from the stroke and all.

We were sitting next to each other, my arm around her, and I think we counted down to about 15 together before she bit my chin. I kissed her forcefully, first biting her lip, then pulling it into my mouth, pulling her closer to me as I did, my right hand behind her and in her hair, my left under the table on her knee, then up her dress, then pressing on her clit, then inside her. We continued to kiss and grope at one another as the DJ played some techno version of Auld Laung Syne. My middle finger was moving in and out of her as we kissed passionately.

As Auld Lang Syne came to a finish, I broke our kiss, looked at Dan and Tracey and said, “I think we are gonna get outta here. You two sticking around?”

“Naw, we’re heading home,” Dan said, his hand somwheere under the table on Tracey’s lap. I assumed he had been doing just as I was, as Tracey was breathing hard and her face was flushed red. “Malia, do you need your stuff? I think it’s in my car, otherwise Kyle can follow us to my place and you can grab it.

“Yeah, I think it’s in the back seat,” she said, looking at me, “we going?”

I got up, held out my hand, and she clutched it tightly as we manuvered out of Spark, following Dan and Tracey. We walked to Dan’s car, got Malia’s bag, then to my truck, a block away. Dan offered us a ride, but it didn’t make sense to me. Of course, I wasn’t trying to navigate the icy sidewalk in 3 inch heels, but Malia didn’t mind.

Sweat rose off her body as I opened the door to my truck for her. Watching her climb up into the cab was a little funny. My truck is a Dodge Ram 1500, 4×4, with a 3 inch lift kit. She climbed it like a ladder, and I stood behind her in case she slipped. With on knee on the seat, however, she slipped a little and I caught her, my hands on her thighs. She placed the other knee on the seat, but didn’t move.

I looked around to the left and right, only saw a few folks wandering around, and slowly slide my hands up her thighs to her ass, her dress sliding up with my hands. She kneeled down on the seat and her pussy was inches from my face. She was bare and beautiful and without a second thought, I put my mouth on her sweet mound and pushed my tongue between her lips. My left hand slid over her ass and I pushed my index and middle finger inside her from behind as I ate her pussy, then licked over her asshole, and licked back between her lips and clit. I almost stopped as I heard folks walking behind us, but said fuck it. If they wanted to watch, more power to em.

It took less than 5 minutes escort bayan istanbul for me to make her cum, which was quite the noisy event, and by that time, my celly was buzzing. As she lay on my bench seat breathing, I shut the door and answered the phone, nodding to a guy and his girlfriend who watched me bring Malia to climax. He was giving me the thumbs up, and the girl he was with had a look that expressed desire and disgust at the same time. As the dude turned away, I gave her a wink and purposely dropped one of my cards. As I started the truck, I watched her break away from him as he walked into the Ridpath, walk over, and pick the card up. I wondered if she’d call as I called Dan back. Apparently Sam, a chick he worked with, was having a house party and he wanted to see if we were game. Unfortunately, I had other plans.

As I pulled off the curb, Malia was across my lap working on my belt and the top button of my jeans. Payback, I guess. We were half way to my apartment as she finally got my cock out of my pants and held it while sucking and licking on the head. It was hard to concentrate on the road as she went down on me, but I managed. Something was missing, however, as I like a little more than lips and tongue when getting head.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing, Malia,” I told her firmly, “and don’t try to draw blood, but I want to feel your teeth too.”

She started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, her teeth softly scraping my shaft and head, torturing the underside of my cocks head, as a hand slid into my jeans to fondle my balls. It made driving home hard as fuck. I tried to focus on the road and, although it was hard to stay in the lane and I thought some cop was going to pull me over for drunk driving, I made it back to my place and parked the truck on the curb, throwing my head back as my hands moved from the steering wheel to Malia’s hair as she worked her mouth over my cock. She was taking me deeper into her mouth now that we’d stopped driving, and I almsot cum when I felt the head of my cock hit her throat. She gagged slightly, causing her throat to close a little on my cock, but she stayed at it and about the third time she did another gag and closed her throat on my cock, I felt the surge. As she pulled her lips back to the head of my cock, I lost it in her mouth.

My orgasm was something of a surprise to her. I tend to not be a noisy lover, so she didn’t have much of a verbal indication, and she was so focused on what she was doing to me, I don’t think she noticed the tension in my cock. She struggled to keep up with the cum that was shooting into her mouth. I don’t know why I came so much. I’d just jacked off that afternoon and had gotten off a few nights ago while talking with someone on the computer, but it was as if my cup ranneth over. After about the fourth spurt, it subsided. She kept sucking on my cock as it went half-soft, then let it fall from her mouth and looked up at me.

“Grab your bag. My house is the cream one – the stairs are around the right of the house,” I told her.

Without saying a thing, she grabbed her bag off the floor of the cab and got out of the truck. I slid my cock back in my boxer-briefs then buttoned and zipped my pants. I didn’t bother with the belt, as i didn’t expect my pants to stay on long, but I didn’t want them falling down in the 14 degree weather.

I followed her up the stairs and as we got to my door, pressed my body into hers and reached from behind her to unlock and open the door. She squirmed a little, her ass pressing against me again, and as the door opened, paused for a moment before slowly stepping away from me. She walked to the back of my couch, threw her bag to the ground, and held on to the couch as she unfastened her shoes and kicked them away. She had really sexy feet, and escort etiler her toenails were painted to match the blue of her dress. I slid behind her after closing the door, pulled her hair to the right, baring her left shoulder and neck, and bit her shoulder, then neck, then ear. She tried to move her hand behind her, to top of my pants, but I took them and put them on the back of the couch, then pulled her left earlobe between my lips, my hands moving to her hips. She tried again to move her hands to my pants, pushing them between where my hardness was pressing against her ass, and I grabbed her wrists a little harder this time, moving her hands to the couch.

I released her earlobe from my lips and sternly whispered, “Keep them here. If I want you to move them, I’ll tell you to.” She was a little shocked, as funny look flashed across her face, but i think the orgasm I’d given her earlier left her wanting more. She obeyed. In reflection, I think she has also been a little more used to being in charge. Fraternity boys are kind of punks, and I tend to be a little more in control.

My lips moved back to her earlob and I let go of her wrists, leaving her hands planted on the back of my couch. My own hands moved up to the back of her neck, unzipping her little dress. “Let it fall off you,” I told her. More of a command than a request. She complied, lifting her hands from the couch to let the dress slide down her sexy body, then replacing them on the couch. She was wearing a thin-strapped bra that I unclasped and told her to let fall as well. Again, she complied. I stepped back, took off my own shirt, then admired what was in front of me.

‘Bend over some,” I told her. Again, she complied and I admired her perfect ass. I like a nice ass, and hers was nice. I walked around her, from side to side, inspecting her. She had a nice pair of caramel b-cup breasts and what looked like the beginning of a little… pouch belly. Sexy, though, with curves in all the right places. Standing behind her again, I slid off my own shoes then pushed my pants and boxers down and stepped out of them. She turned her head to look at me, my cock already hard, and I stepped behind her and slapped her ass with my open palm. “Look straight ahead,” I told her, “out the window.”

She gave a slight yelp and turned her head, looking out the window, as I stepped behind her. My cock was rock hard and already leaking precum. Holding my cock in my left hand, I let it touch her skin at the top of where her ass cheeks met, then slid the head of my cock between her cheeks and slid it over her asshole and to her pussy. Standing behind her, I pushed my head between her lips, past her opening, and rubbed her clit with it. She was so wet it was crazy. Then I slid back to her opening and pushed part-way inside her. Malia was tight, very tight. I moved my hands to her hips and held on. pulling her to me as I trust completely inside her. She gave a moan of pleasure, and I started thrusting in and out of her. In less than a minute, she’d cum, and was shaking and moaning as I continued to pound into her from behind. Her fingers dug into the back of my couch as she struggled to hold herself up, her knees shaking, her pussy drenching, and me slamming into her from behind, my balls slapping against her with each thrust.

We fucked like that for about a half an hour, and she came about three more times, before I finally came, pulling myself from her and shooting my load on her back and ass. I know it wasn’t smart to fuck without a condom, but I wasn’t going to be really stupid and cum insid her.

“Come on,” I told her, lets get a towel.

She followed me to the bathroom, I threw a towel at her and she asked if I minded if she take a shower. Nodding, I left her in the bathroom and opened the adjoining door to my bedroom.

No sooner did I fall asleep, it seemed, then was I waking, about to cum. She woke me up with a blowjob. I was impressed.

We fucked, made love, and fucked, alternating, moving, and sexing until about 4:30 this morning. And at the moment, she’s making me something to eat in the kitchen. We’ll have to see where things go with this one.

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It was just another boring “last Thursday of the month” board meeting, and I was really wasn’t looking forward to the typical petty bullshit, the accusations of over spending, the idiotic questions of fiscal responsibility, blah blah blah. So as I slumped into the cafeteria style chair I wondered how long I would go without yawning, or at least without yawning with my mouth open. I hate these meetings even more than the obligatory semi-monthly meetings at work with my superiors, who I consider all to be self-praising blowhards.

As I gazed at the agenda sheet laid out in front of me and all the other board members, I noticed there was a new guest who was to attend the meeting. The guest was a lady and her name was Neena Khosla. The meeting started as soon as she attended. Wow she was a real stunner in her structure and looks, longish hair and what appeared to be a killer body. Suddenly all of my tiringness and boringness had vanished.

As she placed her papers on the podium she glanced around the room, filling the room with her warm smile and air of confidence. And then it happened; she locked eyes with me and I melted into butter. I heard nothing she said throughout her presentation. I couldn’t stop thinking about her hair, her face, her clothes, her clothes off, her small, but perky breasts, her… well, her everything. She completed her presentation, answered some silly ass questions and then thanked everyone for allowing her to come to the meeting. The President asked her if she would like to stay for the remainder of the meeting and join everyone for the wine and a small party held afterwards. She said sure and proceeded to take a seat directly across the room from me. She gave me a quick, slight smile as she sat down, crossing her legs ever so slowly. Wow, and what legs they were; muscular, yet feminine. She glanced over at me and our eyes locked. She smiled and I returned it. She tugged on her skirt attempting to pull it down over her crossed knees. A futile attempt at best. Probably done out of habit, or purposely to make me stare at her, I thought. And then it happened. I thought it was accidental at first, but when I looked up at her escort sefaköy eyes, she was smiling at me. She had slowly uncrossed her legs and slightly spread her knees apart. Squarely at me was her essence, she was wearing no underwear and when she saw me look up at her, she spread her legs just a little bit further apart, and now I knew for sure. It was on purpose and it was beautiful.

What, oh what will happen next, I thought.

Abruptly, the meeting ended. Well, it seemed abrupt to me as I was lost in time enjoying the view. I awkwardly pushed back my chair and stood. The room cleared fast as the old bitties shuffled off to the cocktail room. I found myself alone in the room with Ms. Neena.

“Uh, nice um, presentation Ms. Khosla,” I stammered. She laughed and it was music to my ears; warm, genuine and somehow very erotic and sensual.

“Neena. Call me Neena,” she smiled back at me.

“Neena. I’m Akash,” I introduced myself.

“Akash. Let’s get some wine and entertain these silver-haired comrades of yours.” With that, she strolled out of the room in front of me. And all I could think of was she was wearing no panties under that skirt. I admired the way her full round ass smoothly slid from side to side as she stepped out.

I did try to mingle with my board co-members. Tried. But my attention was constantly on Neena. Where was she? Who was she talking to? Where were those panties? I caught glimpses of her chatting with this old fart and that one, but every time I looked over, she was looking at me.

Suddenly, she is at my side. “Wanna go for a walk?” she whispered in my ear. “Do I ever!” I thought to myself. Out loud, I casually said, “Sure. Where to?”

We walked along the corridor of the floor which was mostly empty due to the time which was well past evening. We saw the store room and thought of exploring it. Neena felt along the back wall and found the light switch. The room was roomy and windowless. There was a boot bench along the back wall. Without a word, Neena grabbed me and pressed her body against mine, pushing me against the wall. escort bayan She pushed her soft lips in mine and kissed me. I was stunned and barely kissed back.

She ran her hands along my back, over my ass, around the front and up my chest. Still holding the kiss, she pushed her hands under my shirt and moaned when she felt my skin. Her hands have somehow left my chest and were massaging my crotch.

When I had just about ran out of air, she pulled back. The look on her face was one of an animal. The soft, professional, conservative look was replaced by one of hunger and passion. “What the hell,” I thought as I throwed caution into the wind and grabbed her. I pulled her in and ran my hands along her side, then up to her breasts. I boldly grabbed her tits. She threw her head back and moaned again. I put my hands on her shoulder and guided her to the bench in the back. Forcefully, I made her sit. Next, I got down on my knees and forced her legs apart. Icould see that wonderful view of her essence again. This time, I would not settle for a teasing look! I pushed her skirt up to expose her. She settled back, spread her legs wider and got comfortable.

I moved my face forward until my nose was right in her pussy. She smelled sweet. I could see the glistening wetness of her need. I inserted a finger, cautiously at first, but when she pushed against my hand, I knew what she wanted. I pushed the finger all the way in and began to finger-fuck her. She moaned. I used two fingers, then three. She was thrusting her hips into me, going for it. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper. With a harsh scream, she came. I was still as her juices flowed all over my hand. When she was done, I pulled his hand out and licked my fingers. Before I could clean himself completely, she took my hand to her mouth and finished the job for me.

I had made her cum once, but I wanted one more. I put his face in there and licked, slowly. I started on one inside thigh and moved up toward her pussy; then past it and down the other thigh. Neena moaned again. “Man, this woman is an animal!” I thought. I know what she wanted. Enough teasing, escort atakent I go in there and eat her out. She squirms and wiggles, guiding my tongue where she needs it. Suddenly, she grabs my head and held it, pressing me into her more. She shot her cum all over my face.

I got to have her now. I was about to burst in my suit. She senses this and quickly undoes my pants. They fall to the ground as she ripped my briefs off. She saw my hard, full cock and her eyes light up. She puts her hands on my ass and pulls me towards her. First, she licked the cock in her face. I was not in the mood to play; I wanted my cock sucked on and she wants to do it. As I pushes into her, Neena takes it all in. She sucks and licks, playing with my balls as she enjoyed me. I wass getting close and what I really wanted to do is cum deep inside her. I pushed her head away and pulled her up. I spun her around, against the wall. She understands and braces herself. I lifted her skirt and lines up. My cock was so wet and hard, and she is so wet and ready, it enters with no problem. I entered her with a sudden thrust. She softly screams out. I pulled out and entered again, harder. She bucks back harder. My hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that I can have a clear view of myself entering her. Now they are in a rhythm. In and out, fucking hard and steady. I was very close but wanted to hold out longer. This was so hot and exciting, hot sex in a closet with a stranger; a hot, sexy stranger. Too late; I was going to cum. I fucked hard and deep for one last thrust. Neena can sense it and she starts to cum, too. I held it still inside her and we both cum with a groan.

After we calm down for a moment, we quickly dressed. One quick look at each other and we got ready to leave the closet. I opened the door cautiously. No one is around. I slipped out and motioned to Neena. We left the room, she headed for the Ladies room, I back to the party.

I joined back into a conversation with others. A few minutes later, I noticed Neena returning to the party and saw her chatting with our President. Jules looked over at me briefly and winked.

It was only then I realized we had gone through the entire experience exchanging no words; just lust noises. A while later, I realized she had left the party. A little disappointed, but still loving the allure of the whole event, I got ready to leave. As I drove home, I wondered how it all happened in such a short span of time.

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