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

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

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

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

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

Sara dropped to her knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A cough, from the bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

Though thinking it was easier than doing it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Essential services, that’s what I provide, like any good businesswoman, I know my clientele and their special needs,” I smiled to myself as I read these words on the Temple of Noir website, which advertises my services to the entire world. There are a lot of Black dominatrix types out there but I, Mistress Shay Noir, am the only one catering to the hidden needs of the outwardly macho, and secretly submissive Black male.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gulping, she asked “May I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nnngh, ngh…yes, oh yes…nnnnnnnngh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

“At head office.”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Upstairs I think…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you’re married to Collette then?”

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

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

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

“Yeah, sure.” Nobhead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect,” he said.

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

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

“What about ID?”

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

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

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

“Absolutely,” her husband replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK,” she nodded.

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

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

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

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

“Nonsense. Damien will drive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your invitations, please.”

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

“Problem?” I said hopefully.

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s get some drinks,” Damien said.

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

“Where did you get them from?”

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

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

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

“I don’t feel so uncomfortable now.”

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

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

“Well that’s good, isn’t it?”

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

“My attention is on you,” I smiled.

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

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

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

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

“I suppose,” Ella said.

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

What we were after was an excuse to leave.

“And upstairs?” Ella asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Great!” Collette exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop,” she whispered.

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

“I need the loo,” she continued.

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

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

“We could just go home,” she smiled.

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

“They’ll be upstairs,” Ella said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I have to be honest with you. I’ve been having an affair for over four years. My husband, Irving, is aware of my affair and he’s down with it even though he can’t share it with me. It’s my affair and mine alone but he encourages it. We’ve made a lot of money from it.

No, it’s not something illegal or blackmail. It’s not like any affair you might imagine. It’s not even a reflection of the usual affair. You see, the affair is with my mirror.

Let me explain as it happened. It began in January 2016.

I’m Ginny. I’m forty-six years old and married for twenty-seven of those years to Irving. We have two beautiful daughters, both already married and Maris, our oldest, has almost four-year-old twin girls.

Irv and I have been enjoying rediscovering the relaxation and freedom of our empty nest lifestyle since Janis, our youngest, got married last summer. Many of our friends have mourned their children leaving home and some of them have had bouts of depression over the separations. For Irv and me, it has been exactly the opposite. We revel in the return of the freedoms we had before the children arrived, especially the sex.

For the last twenty-three years we’ve been moderating our sexual activity concerned that we might wake the children when they were younger or cause them to ask questions about the noise when they were older. Now that every room in the house is available to us without fear of attracting attention or interruption, we’ve returned to the active sex life we shared before Maris was born. No room is safe from Irv’s interest in my body or my willingness to entertain him. No room has been spared our energetic and frequently loud sexual unions and neither of the girls have a house key so we’re not apt to have a surprise visitor.

All the activity has also renewed my interest in my body. I want to keep Irv’s interest and my body is the best thing I have to lure him. While raising the girls, I admit to losing some of the muscle tone I had during the early years of our marriage. Not that I didn’t think about it often and wasn’t concerned about the changes but I just didn’t have the time.

Now, I pay more attention to my diet and I’ve joined a gym and exercise five or six times a week. The results have been obvious. I’ve lost weight, my tummy is flatter, my breasts firmer and I’m convinced Irv’s increasing interest is a related consequence. Another consequence is I spend more time in front of the mirror. I deny becoming more vain. I’m just trying to evaluate the changes and identify where I need to focus my efforts.

The only useful mirror in the house is a large one above the sink in the master bathroom. It is difficult to fully evaluate my body, especially below my waist, in a mirror designed to ease shaving and combing our hair. I could only observe my lower body by stepping back from the mirror and the distance made detailed examination impossible. I managed but I was not satisfied with the results.

I am always on the lookout for a bargain. I regularly peruse Facebook Marketplace for local sale items from nearby neighbors and I frequently find items listed so cheaply that I can’t resist. I’ve found and bought everything from art for our home to toys for our grandchildren.

My affair started on January 6th when I came across the stand-alone, full-length mirror for sale on Facebook, I almost dropped my laptop in my haste to message the seller. Within the hour, I was in my car on the way to the seller’s home to see the mirror.

The mirror was six feet high, oval framed in walnut with a wide, stable stand also made of walnut. It swiveled on its base and could be tilted to any angle from a pivot at its center. The design was simple and would complement almost any interior design. I immediately inquired about what the owned wanted for it.

When she suggested twenty dollars, I had trouble containing my amazement. I quickly pulled a bill from my purse and bought the mirror. With the former owner’s help I wrapped the mirror with a blanket I found in the trunk and managed to get it into my car by lowering the passenger seat all the way back and setting it diagonally across the seat into the back of the car.

As I shook her hand and prepared to get into my car, I couldn’t resist asking her about the low price. She tried to explain how the mirror didn’t work properly and she admitted that, if I had questioned the price she was prepared to give it to me free.

I pondered her statements about the mirror all the way home. How could a mirror “not work properly?” It had no moving parts save a swivel and a pivot that seemed to move effortlessly. A mirror just reflected what was in front of it. How could that not work properly? I put the question out of my mind before I reached home.

At home, I enlisted the aid of Irene, my next-door neighbor, to move it into our bedroom. I repositioned a chair and a small table and set it into a corner between the bed and the bathroom. I removed the blanket so Irene could admire my coup before I thanked bahçelievler escort her and sent her home. I wanted to be alone with my new mirror.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusted the tilt to reflect my full body and immediately noticed that something was wrong. It was me reflected in the mirror. I was wearing my little black dress and three inch heels. The problem was that I was actually wearing jeans and a plaid flannel shirt. In the mirror, I raised my arm to move my hair aside as I examined the back of my dress near my neck although I hadn’t moved a muscle since standing in front of the mirror.

I gasped, raised my hand to my mouth and backed up until I collided with the bed and sat down on it. In the mirror, I was still examining how I looked in my little black dress. “Shit,” I thought to myself. “This is not possible. What the hell was going on?” I stood up, threw the blanket over the mirror again and went into the kitchen to make myself a drink.

I was on my third strong lime cosmopolitan when Irv came home. It didn’t take him long to ask me what was bothering me. He could taste it on my lips and see my nearly inebriated state. I tried to explain the workings of my new mirror but between my slurred words and the impossibility of what I was trying to tell him, I’m sure he began to doubt my sanity. I decided to show him instead.

I led him into the bedroom and showed him the mirror in the corner with the blanket over it. He removed the blanket and admired the mirror’s workmanship. He was equally impressed when I told him I’d only paid twenty dollars for it.

I had him stand in front of the mirror and asked him what he saw.

“Myself,” he told me.

“What are you wearing?” I asked.

He must have thought I was balmy. I could clearly see what he was wearing. “A light blue shirt, a tie with a dark blue stripe and gray suit pants,” he answered.

His description was right on. He was wearing a light blue shirt, a tie with a dark blue stripe and gray suit pants. “No. No,” I said. “In the mirror. What are you wearing in the mirror?” I emphasized.

I’m sure he knew I was insane or at least drunk. “A light blue shirt, a tie with a dark blue stripe and gray suit pants,” he answered. “What else?” he asked.

I went up next to him and looked in the mirror. He was wearing a light blue shirt, a tie with a dark blue stripe and gray suit pants as reflected in the mirror. Only this time I was wearing just my bra and white panties.

“What am I wearing?” I demanded.

“A plaid flannel shirt and jeans,” he answered.

“No. No. In the mirror,” I pressed.

“A plaid flannel shirt and jeans,” he answered again.

I threw the blanket back over the mirror and raced out of the room. When Irv caught up to me, I was seated again in the kitchen with my unfinished lime cosmopolitan in hand.

“Ginny,” he said. “What’s going on? What’s the deal with the mirror?” he asked.

“Irv,” I answered. “I haven’t got a clue. I just know that there’s something with that mirror that’s freakin’ weird. Either that or I’ve lost my mind. I don’t know which but I need time to think it over.”

“Fine. Take whatever time you need,” he said as I got up to fix another drink.

Irv found enough leftovers to cobble together dinner for himself. I was in no condition to cook or eat. He went to bed after the early news as he usually did. I stayed up half the night sitting in the living room perplexing over the damn mirror. I slept sitting upright in the chair and Irv found me that way in the morning.

I had a splitting headache and I had to pee something awful. I peed a gallon and Irv gave me a couple of tablets for my headache. He was clearly concerned. I told him I’d be fine. He wished me well and hoped I’d figure it out before he got home and went to work. I have no idea what he expected to find when he got home.

Some of my sanity returned with the dawn. I scrambled some eggs, put together a bowl of fruit and ate breakfast. “There has to be a rational explanation,” I kept telling myself.

I walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair and put drops in my weary eyes. I striped off my shirt and jeans. I returned to the bedroom, sat on the bed and considered the covered mirror. I was determined to figure out the workings of the mirror without losing my composure. I stood up and uncovered the mirror.

I stood in front of the mirror in my underwear with my hair neatly parted. However, that’s where the similarity ended. In the mirror, I was wearing my usual sleeping attire, a short, semitransparent, nightie and my hair was a mess. Pretty much the same as I looked upon waking up each morning.

It took all my conviction not to let what was reflected derail my determination to solve the puzzle of the mirror. I moved closer to the mirror and knelt down. I tried to focus, not on what the mirror reflected but on how it istanbul escort did it. I looked closely at the other things visible in the mirror. They were all things in my bedroom except they all seemed out of place somehow. Skewed is how I would describe it. I looked back over my shoulder several times and compared it to what the mirror reflected.

I realized the mirror wasn’t reflecting exactly what was directly in front of it. Instead, it was several degrees off, pointing at the opposite corner of the room, over the bed and toward the nearby window. The reflected view was more to the left, showing my dresser and the wall next to it.

I rotated the mirror until I was sure the direction and reflection were perfectly aligned. The image in the mirror did not change as I adjusted the position. I continued to compare the reflection with the reality of the room. I don’t know how I missed it for so long, but the mirror showed a calendar pinned to the wall to the left of my dresser. I looked behind me and there was no calendar. Not only was the mirror reflecting things differently than they actually were, it was now showing things that weren’t there at all. There had to be a single explanation for both phenomena.

I stared at the reflection of the calendar. It had a photo of what looked like a national park, maybe Zion or Yosemite. Under the photo was the usual matrix of dates. I looked at the printed lower half of the calendar. I was sure the calendar was displaying the month of April. The year looked correct but the month clearly said April and this was only January.

I had to think about what that meant. Meanwhile, I got dressed, another flannel shirt and clean jeans, and went out to buy a calendar. I found what I was looking for in a local chain pharmacy. It was a calendar with impressive pictures of national parks and the picture for April was of Zion National Park in Utah. I took it home and hung it next to my bureau using the mirror as a guide, in exactly the correct place and open to January.

The refection in the mirror never changed. I looked again at the calendar reflected in the mirror. There were large red X’s in the squares of the first five days. The first unmarked square was Wednesday, the sixth of April. Today was Thursday, January seventh. I tried to mentally calculate the number of days between the current date and the date on the calendar in the mirror. Accounting for leap year confused me. In frustration, I manually counted the days using the calendar. It was exactly ninety days.

I was beginning to form a theory about the mirror but I still needed another day to be sure. I went into our home office and found a red felt marker with a wide pointed tip. Back in the bedroom, I drew X’s over the first six days of January. The reflection in the mirror never changed. I threw the blanket back over the mirror and spent the rest of the day catching up on the household items I’d let slip since I bought the mirror.

When Irv came home, I was in a buoyant mode. I was pretty sure I had decoded the mirror. I just needed tomorrow morning to be sure. He was relieved but he didn’t ask any questions. We had a special dinner including a rare bottle of wine. That night we skipped the Thursday night television shows and went to bed early. Both Irv and I fell asleep smiling, tired and sticky.

In the morning, I had breakfast with Irv and sent him to work. In the bedroom, I crossed off another January date on the calendar and uncovered the mirror. The calendar in the mirror had a sixth X. Both calendars had advanced one day. They were still exactly ninety days apart.

In our home office, I checked our commitment calendar. We had a semi-formal event with Irv’s partners in the office on Saturday, April ninth. I was now sure I could explain every observation I had about the mirror although I hadn’t the foggiest notion about why it was happening.

I took out a sheet of paper and began to write. I had the following conclusions.

1. The mirror was reflecting, not what was in front of it today,

but what would be in front of it in ninety days. It was

predicting the future.

2. Yesterday, when it reflected me in my little black dress, it

was showing me trying it on and evaluating it prior to the

event on the following Saturday. It was something I did

often before an important event.

3. Only I could see the future in the mirror. Irv only saw an

ordinary mirror. He saw today in the mirror, not the future.

4. I thought I could use the mirror to my advantage since it

revealed the future. I needed to find a way to have it tell

me something about the future I could profit from today.

Maybe stock prices or the results of championship sports

events.

I got online and began to research the daily winners in the stock market. I tried to find stocks that appreciated in the last three months. I found a web site where I could download a database bahçeşehir escort of a stock exchange for any given date. I paid the membership fee and downloaded the NYSE closing prices for yesterday and ninety days ago. I used some office software to calculate the change in price for every stock listed over the ninety-day period. It took a couple of hours but I finished with a list of the largest gainers at the top and the biggest losers at the bottom.

Big sports winners were more difficult. I was looking for things I could bet on now that would happen in April. The basketball and hockey playoffs wouldn’t happen soon and wouldn’t end until early June. The best opportunities were the Super Bowl, which was in thirty days, and the Masters Golf tournament in early April.

I wrote the symbol for the best performing stock I could find over the last three months on a blank piece of paper along with the last winners of the Super Bowl and Masters Golf Tournament and took it back into the bedroom. I uncovered the mirror and stood in front of it. I was wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. My image was dressed more lightly in a t-shirt and shorts. I slowly lifted the sheet of paper with the writing facing the mirror. My image held up a similar sheet of paper only the symbols on it were different.

I memorized them and went back to the office to write them down. I believed I had a sure winner stock pick and inside information about the next Super Bowl and Masters. Just for giggles, I printed out the headline for the biggest sports story of the day and went back to the mirror to hold it up. I got the headline of the sports story of the day ninety days from now in return. Nothing I could bet on now.

Somehow, I needed to convince Irv to buy stock today. Betting on the sports could wait until the last moment. We wouldn’t really know the outcome of the stock picks for three months but the Super Bowl and the Masters had more immediate returns. I started a dated list of what I learned so I wouldn’t forget them when the time came.

That evening I explained what I thought about the mirror to Irv. I think he thought I was going daffy but he listened attentively. I explained my plan to Irv. Every ten days I would download and compare the current stock prices and the prices ninety days earlier and stand in front of the mirror with the largest gainer written on a sheet of paper. I expected to see me holding a sheet of paper with the same information from the research I would do in three months. I also told Irv that I already knew the outcome of the Super Bowl and the Masters Golf Tournament. When I told him Denver would win the Super Bowl, he laughed and told me I was insane. Everyone knew the Patriots would repeat. Denver didn’t have a prayer.

Danny Willett winning the Masters was also laughable. “Who the hell is Danny Willett?” he asked.

For the next six days, I cooled my jets. I worked on automating the stock research as much as I could. On the seventh day, I downloaded the databases and did the research. The next day, January 16th, I stood in front of the mirror holding my researched stock symbol and the winner of last year’s Super Bowl. Future me held the next ninety-day stock winner and the Denver Broncos again.

I expended some effort convincing Irv to invest in the stock pick. The Denver Broncos was still laughable since the Patriots had won the day before and he was already convinced they would repeat. I talked him into playing my “hunch” and we had our broker buy a thousand shares of a company neither of us had ever heard of. The only hitch I saw was when to sell the stocks we bought. I couldn’t figure out how to get my reflection to warn me if they fell in value after I learned about them. Irv and I agreed to sell them in ninety days and not wait for further increases.

I was feeling good about my twenty-dollar purchase. It was useless for the purpose I originally intended it for but I could still use it to evaluate my physical progress even if I had to wait three months to actually feel the results. I was standing in front of the mirror early on Sunday morning, the twenty fourth of January reviewing my body as it would be on Saturday, April twenty third. Irv had an early golf date and was already gone.

I was naked and looking closely at my breasts and stomach. I saw something move behind me. I looked back reflexively and nothing was there. I laughed self consciously at reacting to something that wouldn’t happen until April twenty third. I watched curiously as a pair of men’s hands moved from behind me to my waist. They moved slowly up my chest until they were holding my breasts, one in each hand. I imagined the feel of the slight scratch of the man’s beard stubble against my shoulder. I saw my eyes close as I leaned back into him, enjoying his gentle touch.

When he moved up and began kissing my shoulders, neck and earlobe I saw his face. It wasn’t Irv. IT WASN’T IRVING!

I backed up and fell back on the bed in horror. Not only wasn’t it Irv, I knew who it was. It was Phil, our next door neighbor and he was as naked as I was. It was obvious that we had spent the night together in my bed. Based on how I was reacting, I had willingly engaged sexually with him. I had two very important questions, how the hell did I end up fucking Phil and where were Irv and Irene, Phil’s wife?

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One last Morning of lust.

Last part of this story, Michelle has had a week of real fun with her two friends and talked them into staying for the night so that she could be bad one last time.

I awoke not long after the sun started to climb into the sky, my last day before the family arrived home. I looked across the bed, and Rick is facing towards Caitlyn’s back with an arm thrown over her ribs. “Hmm, I wonder,” a thought shot through my mind, “wonder if he has a morning woody going on.” There was only one way to find out, I moved in and spooned Rick, and my arm reached over and slid slowly towards his groin. “Oops what’s that?, Aagh there it is, nice and hard, Hmmm this feels very hard,” my mind told the rest of my body.

Rick responded by straightening his legs out and pushing his groin forward so that my hand had more cock to stroke. I pushed my breasts into his back and felt him push back against them, and at the same time, I noticed his arm move up Caitlyn’s side so that his hand could touch her breasts. She had not stirred, but it didn’t take to long for her to respond to Rick’s caressing, her left leg lifted, and she placed it back over Rick’s leg offering an easy invitation to touch her pussy, which he was not slow in taking up with his free hand.

I also reached over with my hand and touched her wet lips, Rick felt my hand there as well, and pulled up her lips making it very easy for me to slide my finger deep into her wetness. I started alternating between fingering Caitlyn and stroking Rick’s cock spreading Caitlyn’s juices over it, and then it didn’t take long before I was mixing Caitlyn’s juices with the fluid leaking from a very big hard cock.!!

“Well, good morning everyone,” I said, “it looks like everyone is feeling a bit horny this morning and why not.”

“Shh, I am still dreaming” hissed Caitlyn.

“Dreaming of a hard cock stuck between two pussies by any chance?” questioned Rick.

“Might be,” came her reply.

“Well, I was” I chimed in,” “and some other pretty hot stuff.”

“Whisper them in my ear” urged Rick.

“No, I don’t want you to come yet. I want to ride your cock this morning,” I teased.

“You are going to have to line up girlfriend,” laughed Caitlyn as she turned over and pushed Rick onto his back, “My pussy wants me to ride it now,” and she swung her leg over his groin. I moved Rick’s cock into position, and as Caitlyn and I smiled at each other, she engaged her pussy lips with the tip of his cock and started to slide down it as Rick arched up to meet her.

I lay back alongside Rick, and just watched the pleasure Caitlyn was having riding this big cock, just sliding up and down his shaft as her soft red hair flowed down her shoulders in loose curls.

My left hand slid down to my wet pussy, and I played with my clit, while my right hand stroked Caitlyn’s inner thigh. I kept her leg open so that I could enjoy watching Rick’s shiny wet cock being bounced on by a very aroused Caitlyn, who was starting to moan more intensely with each plunge down his shaft and her breasts bouncing up and down.

I wanted to increase the pleasure for her, so I sat up and put her nipple into my mouth, which I then clamped down on. ” Ohh I want to cum…I want to cum;” moaned Caitlyn as she started to grind her clit into Rick’s groin as he lifted his hips to give her all the cock she desired. “Ohh fuck…oh fuck…fuuck I’m cuming, she screamed.

“Shiit that feels so good on my cock” grunted Rick” fuuck keep cuming…keep cumming.”

Slowly Caitlyn’s body stopped convulsing, and I released her nipple from my clamped lips and quietly ran my tongue around her areola, knowing topkapı escort if her breasts were like mine that this would enhance the feeling of having just had a very intense orgasm.

“Your turn girlfriend to enjoy this big fat cock driving you wild,” whispered Caitlyn as she lifted my face to hers and kissed my lips in a sensuous nerve tingling way that had my nipples pop out hard.

“Shall we have a quick taste of his cock while your cum is all over it? I think it will taste fantastic,” I suggested. Caitlyn lifted her hips, and Rick’s cock stood there all swollen and red but covered in girl cum. I dropped my head straight down to it and swallowed it as deep as I could and slowly slid it out of my mouth, savouring the flavour of Caitlyn’s juice that now coated my tongue and lips.

“Hmmm, you taste good Caitlyn” I laughed, “come and taste it.” Caitlyn’s face joined me, and she too took Rick’s cock deep into her mouth and sucked hard as a deep groan escaped from Rick’s mouth.

“Nice, but let’s see what it tastes like after you have cum all over it.,” crooned Caitlyn. “Come get on board, Ah ah not that way!! Turn around; I want you to ride him cowgirl style.”

I swung my leg over Rick so that my back was to him and with Caitlyn now holding his stiff cock she presented it to my pussy lips, and I slid down onto it. “Ohh my god…I don’t think I could ever get sick of this feeling, of feeling a hard cock slide into me,” I gasped, “ohh so good…soo good, hmm.” Rick reached around with his hands and clasped both my boobs before he started to fondle them, intensifying the pleasure that was engulfing me.

“That’s it girl slide on it, in…out…in…out, yea ohhh that looks so hot,” whispered Caitlyn. “Lean back a little,.. yea like that,” and with that, she pushed her head into my groin and gave my clit a big lick with her tongue, and then I watched as she slid her tongue down Rick’s cock as it slowly slipped into my hot, hot cunt.

I put my arms out straight back behind me on the bed and started to thrust back and forwards on Rick’s cock. And every couple of strokes I felt Caitlyn’s tongue run up my pussy lips, and flick my clit before sliding back down them to taste a wet cock, as its shaft slides out of me before plunging back deep into me.

Over and over, my two lovers continued to pleasure me, “So good, soo good, soo good…Oohh fuck,…soo good, suck my clit…suck my clit, please…I want to cum…I want to cum all over this beautiful…horny cock…It feels so big…so big…fuck me…fuck me…Hmm…Aghhh, oh I am cuming…I’m cuming…I’m cuming.”

Then Rick just exploded deep into my cunt. I felt the head of his cock go boom as he shot a stream of hot cum against the tingling walls of my cervix. Suddenly I felt it being withdrawn from the grasp of my cunt and I looked down and saw that Caitlyn’s hand had clamped around his shaft and holding just the tip of his cock inside my lips.

“Oh baby, I can feel it pumping cum into your pussy,” sighed Caitlyn. “This cock is so swollen and wet and hot; I need to taste it.” And with that, she lowered her head and started feeding it into her mouth as it was still spilling cum out its tip. I just collapsed down on to Rick’s heaving chest as he continued to thrust his cock slowly into Caitlyn’s warm mouth.

“Tastes better with your cum on it,” Caitlyn announced after she had sucked it soft.

“That’s only because it’s mixed with Rick’s. Bring some up here and let me taste it on your lips,” I suggested. I heard Caitlyn take a big noisy suck; then she crept up my body sucking on my pussy as her head came past then, pressing istanbul escort her breasts against mine before opening up her mouth for me to taste the creamy fluid that she let slide into my mouth.

“Fuck you girls are bad, so fucken bad” laughed Rick. I felt his hands come past my thighs and go up over Caitlyn’s where he spread her legs, his hands then came searching for our pussies, and his fingers were playing in our wet slits. Caitlyn must have been aroused watching and licking Rick’s cock slide in and out my cunt because she soon started to rub her mold against my mold as she quietly moaned.

I was sandwiched between the two of them, and I could feel Rick’s cock starting to reengage, as his fingers were sliding in and around our pussies. I said to Caitlyn “shall we?” and she must have known because all I got for a reply was her tongue wanting to French kiss mine.

She rolled sideways off me, and I followed her rolling off Rick, I got up on one knee and placed my other foot over and next to Caitlyn’s hip but with my thigh inside hers. Caitlyn then rolled her hips up, and I lowered my pussy down onto hers so that our lips are locked together. And then I started to slowly grind against her as our juices smeared each other and add in Rick’s cum that was seeping out of my pussy created even less friction, as our clits searched for the other.

Rick was up on one elbow watching with a big smile on his face as he stroked his cock.

“Oh god, this does feel amazing, it’s so warm and wet” Caitlyn purred. “I am so close to cuming, ohh yes…ohh yeess…yes, yes, aghhh…hmmm…soo nice…soo easy to cum.. hmmm feel how wet we are.” I just kept on gently sliding my pussy all over her slit as her orgasm continued to make her body shake, and a dreamy smile came over her face. “Come lets swap positions; I want to make you cum with my pussy.”

I lay down on my back and rolled my hips up so that my legs were up in the air. Caitlyn got into position above me, but before she came down onto me she said to Rick, “Feel how wet she is.. and look how her clit is standing out just waiting for some attention, Do you want to help me make her cum?”

“Ohhh yes. Ohh yes this stuff is so horny, I need to touch and taste her;” And he plunged his face into my slit licking up both our girl juice’s that were spread across my groin before taking my clit between his lips and sucking on it, sending electric shocks of pleasure through me.

When he pulled his face up to take a breath, I said: “come up here and squeeze my nipples, and I will stroke your cock while you watch.” His response was a devilish smile as he knelt up close to my breasts, just as Caitlyn lowered her pussy onto mine and we started to mash our lips together before she adjusted so that my clit was now buried into her wetness. She pulled my left leg high, holding onto my foot and with her other hand pushing my right knee down onto the bed as she started to grind her clit against mine then sliding her slit up over my clit so that it was soaked in her juices before bringing her clit back to mine. Fuck it felt good, and as Rick started to squeeze my nipples, I knew that there was no way I could prevent myself from going over the edge.

With all the action centred on me, I had forgotten about playing with Rick’s cock until he quickly grabbed my hand and put it on his cock before squeezing my nipple again. His cock felt big and angry as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to slide his foreskin back and forwards, as itself lubricated with his precum.

Caitlyn was now really flicking my clit faster and harder as she leaned into my raised leg, her sarıyer escort breasts were rocking just up above my head so with my free hand I reached up and grabbed her nipple with my fingers and started to roll and squeeze it. Cries of passion were coming out of both us girls, we both knew we were going to cum any second as our pussies were making a squelch like sucking sound as we got wetter and wetter. Then the warm tingling that had been moving through my body hit me somewhere in the brain, causing my hand to lock down on Rick’s cock; as my body went into an uncontrollable spasm. I felt myself scream in ecstasy but didn’t hear it, but I did hear Caitlyn cry out with a passionate sound that could only come from a woman having one hell of an orgasm.

We kept our pussies locked together with Caitlyn still straddling me even though our orgasms had flushed themselves out of our mind, just gently smooching each other, that is when I realised Rick had been a bystander to this and the poor guy was probably going to cum with us until my hand locked down on him. He was quietly rubbing our breasts and our arses with his cock just begging for release by the look of it.

“Rick move closer; I think we both can take care of you…Look how swollen your beautiful cock is,” I sympathised. He moved down and knelt by my stomach, and I reached out and took his very very hard cock in my hand and spread his leakage around his tip. Caitlyn reached down between our pussies and brought three very wet fingers and applied that to his shaft then I started to stroke him, but all the time Caitlyn & I continued to slide our pussies around each other, the feeling was that good.

Caitlyn next moved her breasts down towards his cock, and I started to rub the head of his cock against her nipples. After he had coated them with fluid, I took Caitlyn’s breasts in my hands and held them firmly against his cock so that he could tit fuck her, which he started to do rather enthusiastically pumping his cock faster and faster and his grunting took on a different intensity.

“Yea Rick fuck my tits,.. fuck my tits with your big…hard…cock.” Encouraged Caitlyn.

“We want to watch your cum explode out of your cock…do it for us…yea fuck those boobs…go on fuck them faster… Oh yes that looks so good…hmm I can’t wait to grab your cock and feel it cum in my mouth…go on do it…do it…yea that’s it…fuck them good,” I added.

“Ohh God yes, I’m cuming…I’m cuming” He gasped as a string of cum exploded out of his engorged red cock. I released Caitlyn’s breasts and took his throbbing cock in my hand as another string of cum flew down onto my breasts, I pulled him over into my mouth just in time for the next shot that spurted into the back of my throat and sucked on his cock as it continued to pump into my mouth.

As I was sucking the cum out of Rick’s cock, I felt a tremor on my pussy and heard Caitlyn having yet another orgasm as she continued to slide her slit up and down my very very wet slit, before she collapsed back onto the pillows on the bed.

We lay there for about 5 minutes, Rick moved off and jumped in the shower.

“Michelle, I feel something has awakened in both of us this week, I don’t want this to be the end of you and me, but I know your family comes first, but, so… do you think Mike would allow me to share you with him? Whispered Caitlyn as she stroked my arm.

“Why don’t you invite Mike and me over to your place next Saturday night, We will get his folks to babysit while we go out for dinner and we will come around after to your apartment for drinks, and we will take it from there. I will sell him on the benefits; he arranged for Rick to become part of us. I think he will enjoy you being part of us, trust me.” As I pulled Caitlyn into my arms and we kissed each other like lovers.

“Come on girlfriend let’s go and wash Rick’s back then have some breakfast before I kick you both out so I can get this house ready for the returning travellers.”

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I had to admit to myself that my neighbor Rick had a truly delightful wife. If one wanted a wife who was better than Jessica, one would be very hard-pressed to find her. It was something thrown up in my face plenty of times, in case I had any doubts on the matter. Granted, they could have been hiding something, but what would that possibly be? Of course, I’m no fan of monogamy, but if it had a brochure, it should have put Jessica’s face on it when it had the chance.

Rick and I had been friendly neighbors, if not quite best friends, for a good two years by now, and he had always been married to Jessica that whole time. They had thrown me a proper housewarming, something that I wasn’t aware was still a thing. It included a gift basket full of some Provencal delicacies and balsamic vinegar, that sort of thing, a bottle of extremely nice Australian Shiraz wine (that’s a red, by the way), some freshly ordered pizzas from a local pizzeria, and even some raspberry pie. I am not even joking about Jessica’s raspberry pie, either, because it’s no joke.

To say that we got along famously, well, yes and no. Again, they were extremely warm and hospitable folks, but they were also dyed-in-the-wool Roman Catholics, and not shy about the fact, either. They knew that I was a lapsed Catholic myself, so there was always a sort of subtle “when ya comin’ back to the fold” air in Rick’s attitude in particular, much milder with Jessica. He was like a friendly sheepdog eager to bring the lost lamb back to the flock. That always put a kind of friction there. They even had a priest visit me twice as a “courtesy call” and invited me to go to Mass with them thrice.

Anyway, what followed next was a real surprise, given their piety. We were at my house, what with them having invited themselves over by offering their services with BBQ Cajun salmon, crab, and shrimp, something that always smoothed things over between us. As always, and I wasn’t sure if Rick was oblivious to this or not, but there was a sort of sexual tension between Jessica and me, and frankly between Rick himself and me.

Rick wasn’t likely aware that he flirted with me despite his religious convictions, but I certainly flirted with him as well as his busty blonde wife. His latent bisexuality was an elephant that sadly had to stay quietly in the room so far. My own bisexuality was something far less subtle, even if he was entirely too repressed to notice it. This time, though, I supplied the booze, so perhaps it would loosen both of them up, I hoped. At least enough, I assumed, it would be to get Jessica to be more brazen in her flirting and charming company, if nothing else.

I wasn’t too upset at the idea of being teased by Jessica, because if nothing else, I could use my left hand later or call up one of my fuckbuddies, of which I had a few, just as they had me and others. They were of both sexes, but that was a given since I was bi. My blue balls wouldn’t last long and this was a lot cheaper than getting teased by a stripper. It didn’t hurt that Rick and Jess meant their teasing and flirting sincerely, were not just motivated by cash. The appeal of possibly seducing one or both halves of a devout Catholic couple, well, that was hard to truly quantify, right?

In any case, we were all a bit buzzed beyoğlu escort by now on a fine-ass applejack brandy and feeling stuffed from the excellent seafood that Rick and Jessica had grilled and blackened for everyone’s pleasure. We would be the envy of our neighbors if they bothered to notice us. I was pretty sure that on a hot Saturday afternoon, most of them had better things to do than snoop in on an old-fashioned backyard barbeque, even one at a swimming pool.

That was when I saw Jessica leaning over Rick just a bit much and dropping her Daisy Dukes in front of him to climb into his lap. I couldn’t believe my eyes, of course. My neighbor was about to fuck her own husband right before my eyes, baring her ass to me as she went commando that day. I felt my already hard cock thicken even more, my left inevitably wandering over to it while my right hand unzipped my pants. She started humping him in earnest, riding him cowgirl-style with every last ounce of energy that she could bring to bear.

They seemed to forget about me for a while there, lost in their own little world as man and wife, the luscious blonde sweating buckets as the Sun tanned her very well. I could see her skin as it glistened in the summer heat, of course. The beads of sweat gave her bottom an oily look that was sensual as fuck and made me crave the chance to do all kinds of sinful things to it. She didn’t even seem to care that I might lust for her as she mooned me constantly during that everlasting cowgirl ride.

I could also imagine how it must have looked and felt to lucky Rick, to have those sumptuous breasts wave repeatedly in his face as she bounced repeatedly on his pole. Jessica was truly the classic “All-American” type almost designed just for the summer, ready, willing, and able to do beer commercials as some kind of fake Swedish brewmaster model or something like that. I could only guess how that slick, wet, and furry gash of hers felt, having seen her bush from behind along with her delectable ass.

I must have stared at them long enough for both of them to finally recall my presence, because just as they came, they turned their heads to face me. Both had goofy, even sheepish grins on their faces as they realized the significance of screwing in front of their bachelor neighbor in his own backyard near his swimming pool. It was as if they made themselves so much at home that they forgot whose house it was for a moment and just lost themselves to their passion.

“Um..Bruno..sorry if we took it a bit too far..but..I know of one way to make it up to you. I’m still..hot as a sauna right now..and you can’t believe how wet I am! If Rick doesn’t..object, would you like to fuck me..right here, right now? Rick, baby, may I have a hall pass to fuck Bruno, pretty please? We kinda owe him for fucking like this in front of him in his chair without asking permission.

“And..as much as I love what we did, it was extremely hot..I’m still very turned-on, especially because I know that we just fucked in front of our neighbor and he just saw my ass! Hell, you can see my pussy right now, can’t you, Bruno? How about it, guys? Just this once, at least. I’d love to fuck Bruno..right now, in front of my husband. Something istanbul escort about being watched turns me on so fucking much.

“What do you say, guys? Share me this once..pretty please? I need some more dick right now, anyway, and it will take a little while for even a stud like Rick to get it up again. It would be so fucking hot..and we owe it to Bruno, don’t we, baby? Don’t think of it as cheating, but as Bruno borrowing me for a little bit,” Jessica, still very bottomless, pleaded with Rick as well as me for what amounted to a devil’s threesome.

“I’m game if Rick is,” I smiled as I blurted those words.

“Oh..fuck, honey, you and..I..we’ve fucked so many times thinking about this sort of thing, haven’t we? God help me, I want it to happen, too! Do it! Fuck Bruno, but do it leaning over me, bent over so that I can still your face and tits while he humps you. Let him take you doggy-style while your body rubs against mine, Jess,” Rick encouraged me as I lined up behind a very wet and horny Jessica.

I could tell that they had a deep, secret fantasy life that often intruded upon their married sex life, far more than I had ever guessed. It was naughty to their thinking, of course, and they had never dared to act upon it, but they craved it a lot. Whatever else they liked sexually, it was clear that Rick and Jessica shared a desire, a hunger, to experience a devil’s threesome with yours truly. All that time, all those times over the past two years trying to get me to Mass, and all along, they had very wanton, salacious impulses toward me in common. They were not nearly as pure and holy as they presented themselves to be.

“Oh, God..I’ve wanted this for ages! Oh, FUCK, yeah..I’ve never cheated on Rick before, but damn, this feels soooo goood!” Jessica shouted as I took her, hard and fast, from behind.

“It’s not cheating, baby…you got a hall pass..now push back at him, please..harder..let him bottom out inside you, honey! Let him fuck you..let him ram it deep..balls deep, dear!” Rick egged her on, even assuaging her guilt just enough to make it easier for her to get some strange with me.

I looked down and saw Jessica’s bare buttocks as I drilled her harder than I had even fucked my cousin Lauren the other night in my bed..and then over my vanity…and then in my shower. I admired those nice, soft, smooth, even sleek, sweaty cheeks as I reamed their owner good and rough. I pulled that long, lovely honey-blonde hair as I plundered my neighbor’s wife right on top of him.

Here I was, a lifelong bachelor who had left my pious upbringing far behind, ravishing the supposedly devout Catholic wife of my neighbor. Her slippery bush showed me that she loved it every bit as much as I did, even more than her husband did. Sure, she felt plenty of guilt even now about letting me take her..and even pushing back very hard at me to pull me into maximum depth inside her creamy cunt.

“Damn, Jess, if I had any clue how much you wanted me, I’d have seduced you ages ago! Sorry, Rick, but it’s true! Oh, God..yess..that’s one helluva warm, wet pussy, too. So inviting to so much dick! Fuck, it’s gonna be so hard to give this up, baby!” I warned the couple as I kept sticking it good and hard to Jessica.

“Then fatih escort don’t..don’t give it up, honey! Take me..as a lover! Have an affair with me! Commit some adultery with your neighbor’s..wife! Rick, baby, so sorry, but I can’t give this up, either! It’s such a wonderful cock, trust me! It feels so fucking good inside me! You would love it, too! You should try it yourself, babe!” Jessica let something very important slip now.

“Oh..fuck..that sounds very hot, but is he bi?” I admitted that the olive-skinned Rick, tall and lanky, was attractive to me..and that I was bisexual now.

“Yes, but I never dared..because it’s a sin,” Rick groaned while I continued plowing his wife and she leaned over him to take me deep inside her.

“You’re both into me, huh? That explains much..very much!” I grunted as I felt Jessica squirting all over my cock.

Then Jessica let off one hell of a wail or shriek as she came from my prick balls deep inside her slick, almost buttery twat. She clenched my dick and I exploded inside her wonderful snatch at last, filling her up with my white-hot jizz. She really came loudly after that, the realization that I just spent my load bareback in her sloppy slit fully dawning on Rick and she to their mutual delight.

I was done with any kind of pretense, of course. I turned Jess around and slipped her so much tongue that the butcher’s local should have admitted me on general principles. We had crossed some major lines, boundaries, whatever, and it was gonna be damn near impossible to put those genies back in the bottles even if we wished it. I had just banged my neighbor’s wife, unprotected no less, while she leaned over her husband and rubbed her flesh on his and just after she rode him, too.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I need to unwind a little after that little tryst. It’s not every day that I fuck a married woman, if you leave out my boss. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed every last second of fucking you, Jess. I really did. But this is..a big fucking deal, me screwing you with the apparent blessing of Rick, your own husband, while you leaned over him and pressed your skin to his.

“You’re supposedly committed Catholics..this kinda clashes with that piety. I think that we all need to go inside, eat some ice cream or watermelon or something, and take it easy for an hour or two. We have a lot to discuss now, don’t we? After that, if you still want me to take Rick’s anal cherry, I’m more than willing to bugger him. Hell, I’d be quite happy to sodomize you, too, Jess, even more so, in fact. This is just a serious change in our..friendship, you know. If the three of us become any kind of item, we all deserve to know what that entails, don’t you agree?” I told the couple, both of whom seemed quite willing to go for that.

“I could certainly use some watermelon myself. Sounds delicious!” Rick grinned now.

“Same here…juicy, not unlike me, right?” Jessica winked at me, “I know that this is a rather significant conversation, the most intense in our marriage, for sure. Not to mention in our relationship with you, Bruno. Still, all the more reason to hash it out over food.”

“Very true,” I smiled at both of them while my hands subtly caressed her butt..her still very bare bum, in fact.

Judging from the couple’s evident willingness to go bottomless all the way back to my kitchen and dining room, I had a pretty good sense of where this would lead. We just had to iron out the details, didn’t we? There was still a bit of fine print to approve…and none of us wished to fuck this up.

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Brad shook his head staring at the stack of files that he and his trusty assistant Heather had been meticulously scanning for their annual report to the board of directors. Though it was tedious work, going through their client list and costing out every project the company could be involved in the coming year and comparing it to past years, it had to be done.

Which was why they were both sitting and looking relieved, smiling at each other now that they’d finally prepared all the data they’d need for the big meeting.

That and the fact they’d finally fucked each other silly the night before, giving them both the sexual relief they’d been craving for too many months to even count.

But last night Brad wasn’t the only one who’d crossed the line and stepped in to help Heather with her little sexual frustration problem. No sooner had Brad gotten the brilliant idea of capturing illicit shots of Heather naked on his phone, detailing everything that he’d done to her, including eating her pussy and fucking her on his desk till his cum was trickling from her like a warm milky river. He’d sent the erotic images to several others — then she had one guy after another banging on his office door, eager to get a piece of her, too.

Despite how hard they’d worked all morning getting ready for the meeting, they still gave each other sly grins, obviously recalling the kinky fun they’d gotten up to the night before, clearly ready for even more.

Suddenly Brad’s expression grew serious, as he looked her over. “So, I’ve been thinking. Now that we’ve crossed the line and finally had sex, things are going to be different around here from now on.”

Heather bit into her lip, coyly smiling at him, hoping he meant they’d be doing a lot more of what they’d done on his desk, because that had to be the hottest, most pussy melting experience of her entire freaking life. To finally get it on with her boss, was an absolute dream come true for her. Just thinking about it, her sex was pulsing and beginning to heat up remembering how incredible it felt to have his cock filling her up, banging her hard and giving her one orgasm after another. It was so much more than she’d ever hoped for when she threatened to quit, since their job left them with no time to satisfy even their basic needs. No time for a boyfriend or even casual dating, she’d been thrilled when he’d sent out the lewd snaps of her gaping pussy and found her so many more willing men who were more than happy to help her out.

Lifting her gaze, the moment she noticed Brad crooking his finger at her beckoning her to come closer, drawing her back to where he was, Heather didn’t hesitate to get up and meet him over on his side of the desk.

Once he had her standing waiting at his side, right where he wanted her, he slipped his hand under her dress and slid it up the back of her thigh. Then he had to fight back a groan when all could feel was hot smooth flesh. God, she was wearing another tiny little thong, that barely covered her pussy and did nothing to cover her ass. But even the tiny of scrap of lace was too much for what he had in mind.

His voice thick with need, he had to clear his throat as he told her, “From now on, no more panties in the office, and your only to be in dresses and skirts.” Running his fingertips over the bottom of her butt cheeks, she quivered as he slid them lower, making her begin to whimper and as he brushed them between her thighs where he found her pussy, eager for his touch, dripping wet. Pushing his middle finger inside her, he told her, “Then I can slide inside you whenever I want; here in the office, in the elevator, or even if we’re out somewhere having lunch. Whenever I want to feel your pussy, then I want it to be bare. You understand? You’re to wear nothing under your clothes from now on.”

Her chest really beginning to heave as he worked his finger in and out of her, the slick clacking sound of her highly aroused pussy filling the air, she moaned as she panted out, “Okay, Brad, no more panties at work, I promise.” Oh, wow, especially when he could make her feel this crazy good.

Then he lifted her dress and tugged down the thong. Maintaining her balance with a hand on his shoulder, she stepped out of the tiny piece of lace and smiled when he touched it to his nose and drew in a long breath, murmuring, “Fuck, I love the smell of you, Heather. Reminds me just how good you taste when I burry my face in your pussy.”

Rolling it into a tiny ball, he smiled into her eyes when he tucked it in his suit pocket, deciding he could use them later, for a little more fun. Whether he wanted to savor the scent of her hot little snatch — or maybe he’d even gag her with them, if he decided to tie her up and fuck her when she was bound.

“Now get up on my desk,” he told her, his cock already twitching insanely hard just thinking about everything he wanted to do with her, now that they’d crossed the line.

Swallowing hard, legs trembling from the raw heat taksim escort blazing from his eyes, Heather did just as she was told and slid up onto his desk in front of where he sat. Of course Brad wasted no time pushing her dress up past her thighs, till he was staring straight at her slick little pussy, glistening under the office lights, just begging for him to have a taste.

Shaking his head, fascinated by the sight of her after so thoroughly enjoying her last night, he’d been dying to get a closer look, sure it had to be the prettiest cunt he’d ever seen. Spreading her thighs open wide then parting her outer lips wide with his thumbs, his cock twitched at the erotic sight of her pussy open so invitingly. Fuck, what a sight. Pretty pink glistening lips, looking like some kind of exotic aromatic flower, spread open just for him. Shimmering so beautifully, fully aroused, with such a tight little hole that amazingly had the ability to give so much pleasure — and last night to so many of them.

Taking his time, he looked up into her eyes and smiled as he traced his index finger over the outer lips and then slid it over the slickness of her smaller inner folds. And then, turning his hand he pushed a finger inside, opening her up enough to see the snugness of the rosy pink channel that he’d thoroughly enjoyed filling up with his cock.

Bending his head, softly groaning as his eyes fell shut he let his tongue follow the same path, dragging it all around her slick, pink fully engorged lips. Smiling as her whimpers grew louder, he spread her even wider with his thumbs, spearing her tight hole with his tongue, grinning at the desperate little sounds she was making as he took his time exploring her pretty little pussy. Plunging his tongue as deep into her hole as he could go, he fucked in and out of her with his mouth till he had her shivering, mindlessly whimpering and clutching at his hair.

Until this moment with her, he’d never had an opportunity to really study a woman’s sex as closely. Though his cock was achingly erect and itching like a bastard to get inside and fill her up, Brad still wasn’t quite finished exploring just yet. And the way she was feeding her pussy to his mouth, he could feel that she didn’t want him to stop, obviously enjoying being spread open and having her cunt not only thoroughly examined but ravaged by his mouth. Glancing up, he loved the way her big luscious tits were really beginning to heave as he investigated the inner workings of her pussy, especially with his tongue, adding a few fingers to get her even hotter.

Unable to resist such a perfect shot of her pussy fully, aroused and quivering for more, he reached for his phone and took a few shots of her sex pulsing with need and spread open so delectably wide, her tight little pink hole just itching for a cock to fill it.

Flicking her swollen clitoris with his tongue, he marvelled at how both the swollen little bead and her entire body jumped in reaction to his touch. “I take it you’re enjoying this,” he remarked, as he circled her hot little love button with his tongue, loving the feel of it swelling against his mouth as he teased her closer and closer to climax.

Damn, she just looked so hot, pale flesh so flushed, pulse racing, licking her lips as she fought to breathe, he could tell she was getting close and so was he, just from eating her out and toying with her cunt.

“Oh, god, yes,” she told him reaching out and really beginning to tug at his hair as he gave her whole pussy a long leisurely lap of his tongue, making her ridiculously wet as he bathed her pussy in his saliva, while spreading her juices all the way down to her quivering little asshole. When he did it again, and dipped his tongue even lower, teasing her tight back hole with a few pokes of his tongue, she really began to squeal and moan, breathlessly murmuring, “Oooh fuck, yes, Brad. It just feels so good to have your mouth on me everywhere…”

Slipping his fingers into a ‘V’ on either side of her clit, he worked at massaging her sex button with the tips of his fingers, fascinated by how quickly she was beginning to climax, her body already trembling insanely hard as he relentlessly worked her pussy. Pushing a finger inside her, and continuing to stimulate her pulsing clit, he lapped and licked and suckled her swollen lips until she lost all control and began tearing at his hair, throwing back her head and crying out his name as she came in a rush, filling his mouth with the heady sweetness of her sex.

“Oh, wow, I don’t think I’ve ever come so fucking hard,” she squealed. But even as she came, he didn’t let up, pushing two fingers inside her, filling her up tight, finger-fucking her good and hard, till he had her almost squirming her ass off his desk, as she just kept on coming, her entire body quivering like mad.

After so much time working her into a frenzy Brad was so hard all he could think of was jamming his cock istanbul escort in her and giving her the fuck of her life. But a quick look at his watch had him groaning when he realized there was no time left for even a well-deserved quickie. Too, bad, she was just so primed and it would have felt so good to pull her pussy to the edge of the desk and give her a feel of his cock right now, probably about as thick and hard as he’d ever felt it. All he’d need was ten or fifteen minutes of slamming her nice and deep and he’d come so fucking hard, that he’d be good for the rest of the day — or at least for a few more hours.

Once Heather’s chest finally stopped heaving after coming that hard, resigned to the fact they had a meeting to get to. With a defeated groan Brad helped her to her feet and reluctantly smoothed her dress down over her thighs, putting an end to their fun — at least for the moment. Drawing her close, he kissed her lips and then whispered into her ear, “I have a few more surprises for you later that I’m sure you’re going to enjoy.” And then he gave her ass a nice hard squeeze as he tugged her against him and let her have a feel of just how hard he’d gotten just from toying with her sex.

Moaning at the feel of him, her pussy already clenching in anticipation, Heather knew if what he had planned was anything like the surprise he’d just given her, working her into yet another mother of an orgasm, she just knew she was going to love whatever else he had in store.

The company’s annual meeting, as always, was long and mind-numbingly boring, especially since every department had to do a presentation, outlining their forecasts compared to their past year’s performance. And sitting close beside Brad around the massive board room table Heather was struggling to pay attention and even keep her eyes open when she almost jumped out of her skin at the feel of his hand trailing a path up her thigh.

She realized he was carefully sliding her dress up, till she could feel the chill of the air-conditioning on her bare pussy as he once again began to explore. Already beginning to shiver, Heather was just so glad he’d insisted on keeping her bare under her clothes, because what he was doing just felt so naughty, and was so much more stimulating than what she was having to sit through in the meeting.

Then her eyes shot open even wider when she felt his finger sliding over her sex, and then pushing past her pussy lips, he slipped inside her.

And when she looked over at him, he shot her a filthy grin, to let her know he was enjoying himself. Leaning close, he whispered very quietly into her ear, so no one else could hear, “Now that I know what makes you come, be warned, I plan on teasing an orgasm out of you every chance I get. But when we’re in a meeting like this, you will not make a sound, or show any reaction. You understand? You have to take whatever I give you, and not let anyone catch on to the fact that I’m teasing your pussy till I make you come.”

As he carefully slid two fingers into her nice and deep and began to flex his wrist and slyly finger-fuck her under the table, he hoped like hell that no one could see what he was up to. Turning his head, he smiled at the sight of her breasts beginning to rise and fall as her face began to flush, delighted at seeing her already so close.

Heather was doing her damndest to do as she was told and remain still and not react. Though her heart felt like it was already racing out of control as her pussy soaked his hand as he worked her into one hell of an orgasm. Biting down hard on her lip, seeing the stern look of warning in his eyes, she obediently nodded her head that she understood what he’d said, even as he worked her pussy into such a tingling mess that all she wanted to do was throw open her mouth and howl as she fought for control.

God, what a sneaky bastard he was. How was she supposed to try and stay cool, calm and collected when he literally had his fingers working her snatch into a fucking frenzy? Already sending shock waves straight down her spine into her poor little tormented pussy, making her want to throw back her head and pound on the boardroom table like some kind of sex maniac, it just felt so insanely good that she could hardly stand it.

Though she had to admit, it had never felt so good to be this bad, having him do what he was doing to her pussy with everyone around the table oblivious to what they were up to, all she could think of was paying him back.

Inspired, flashing him a sly grin, Heather reached over and slid her hand up over his thigh. Cupping his cock through his pants, she smiled into his eyes with a sense of victory as she began to work at making him crazy, too. Delighted by how shocked he looked as she covertly stroked him up and down, getting him nice and hard with just a few good strokes.

Two could obviously play at this kinky game.

And as Edmond the head of Logistics droned on about his şişli escort projected expenses for the year, with the higher fuel costs, she carefully jacked her boss in her tight little fist in a way that hopefully no one could see. While doing her best to not only get him rock hard but also get him off, while also trying her damndest not to scream her head off with how crazy hard he was still working her pussy.

But she was the one surprised when Brad calmly took her hand and sat in on his thigh, then carefully eased his fly down, and fished out his shockingly erect cock. Then he covered her hand in his and let her feel that under his pants, he was not only hard as a fucking brick, but also going commando.

Figured it was only fair, since he’d demanded that she stop wearing panties whenever she was around him, that she should be able to get at his cock whenever she wanted, too.

As shocked as she was delighted at the feel of him, already so erect, Heather’s eyes opened wide as she wrapped her hand around him and felt just how big and hard he’d already gotten just from the illicit little game he’d been playing with her pussy.

Smoothing her thumb over the slit, her eyes dropped to half-mast and she had to fight back a moan as a delectable bead of pre-come oozed from the tip, slicking up her fingers. Now all she could think of was getting her tongue on him and licking up that salty-sweet little offering, and then filling her mouth with every long hard inch of him, till she milked him of all he had.

Her pussy clamped down hard around his fingers just at the thought of how good it would feel to have all that long hard man meat slide over her tongue until he’d pushed in far enough to hit the back of her throat. Closing her eyes, she tightened her grasp on him as she stroked him, nearly whimpering as she thought about how much she loved the feel of a man’s heavy cock filling her mouth almost as much as the delectable fullness of it jamming her pussy till she was stretched inside to take every last inch.

Doing his best to fight back a groan, Brad’s eyes drifted shut, as he concentrated on sliding his fingers in and out of her slick little cunt quicker and harder as she, in turn, stealthily fisted him tighter, relentlessly jerking him off in her hand.

Taking a quick glance at the bored expressions around the table, he could tell that no one had a clue about the kinky game being played out right in front of their eyes, which only made it hotter. But even as he smiled at the clacking sounds coming from her as her cunt got juicy enough to trickle down her thighs as he worked his fingers in and out of her just as hard and fast as he could, he hoped that no one would pick up on the fact that they were getting each other off. Because he knew damn well if anyone figured it out, they’d be in trouble. But it just felt too good to stop, and he was getting close now, too. So close, he could feel his breathing becoming erratic, and the insistent pressure mounting in his balls as they began to tighten ready to explode as she fisted his cock in her tight little hand, jacking him so incredibly hard as he worked her pussy into coming all over his hand, fighting back a groan as he inhaled the delectable scent of her arousal filling the air.

Struggling to control his breathing, Brad leaned close and whispered, “Edmond’s usually the last one to talk, and once everyone leaves we’re staying behind. And since you’ve been so well behaved and haven’t made a sound, while I’ve been kind enough to give your pussy a nice little hand job, I’ll let you crawl under the table and suck me off once everyone else has left.”

Her eyes went big and her breasts really began to heave, just thinking about how kinky it would be to get down on her knees and suck him off without a soul knowing what they were up to once they’d finally finished and headed back to their offices.

As the meeting drew to a close and everyone started to file out, Brad told her, “The moment everyone’s gone, I want you down on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

“Ooh, yes, sir,” she whispered, her pussy clenching, doing her best not to squirm in her seat, just imagining how good it would feel to have him fill her mouth, that she could hardly contain herself. God, he had to be the perfect boss, especially understanding her need to be not only satisfied like this, but dominated, too.

And just as he was leaving, Edmond from logistics looked over his big broad shoulder at them, giving them a knowing smile, that had her wrinkling her forehead wondering if he might have caught on to what they were up to. Or, it could be that he’d gotten a look at some of the erotic pictures Brad had sent out to a few of his most trusted friends in the office. And the thought of it made her pussy clench even harder, to think of how many others she’d pass in the hallways who might have pictures on their phones of her pussy being filled and fucked by so many of them last night.

As he left, Edmond winked at the two of them coyly and then closed the door tightly behind him, giving them some privacy.

Heather had always thought he was a good looking man, with such nice smooth dark skin, and a killer body that she knew would have her mouth watering if she ever got a chance to see him naked.

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Friday and Saturday’s events were fresh on my mind as I woke up next to Courtney Sunday morning. It was such a phenomenon to me – seeing my beautiful, angelic fiancée sleeping peacefully next to me, looking as innocent as could be, but at the same time knowing how slutty she had been the last couple of days, swallowing mine and our landlord’s loads and even fucking her while she sucked his dick. Thinking of this of course made me unbearably hard, and so I put my arm around her as we spooned to pull her closer, gently nuzzling her neck to wake her up. As she started to wake, I grabbed her hip and rubbed up and down her thigh, moving closer to her pussy. She gradually became more awake and as horny as me, her pussy becoming wetter. I kissed her from her neck down to her sensitive nipples, then down her tight stomach and to her pussy where she gladly welcomed me with open legs and a gasp as my tongue flicked against her pussy and tasted her sweet wetness. She moaned as I lapped at her pussy, grabbing her perfect breasts and pinching her nipples. Her hand moved to my wrist and gripped it hard and she arched her back and let out one last loud moan before shuddering into a blissful orgasm.

“Mmm that was a good morning,” she purred.

I moved back up to lay next to her and gave her a kiss, and she moved down to return the favor for me, eagerly taking my cock into her mouth and taking it all the way to the base. After only a couple times taking my whole length, I erupted down her throat, of course with the help of again envisioning the previous night’s events of her sucking Chris’ big fat cock while I fucked her from behind.

“Yes it is a good morning!” I joked. Courtney moved up and we cuddled in bed, sharing the post-orgasm relaxation. “I woke up hornier than usual,” I informed my fiancée.

“Yeah I could tell, you got me going pretty fast too. Last night was pretty crazy, huh?”

“I sure was a surprise waking up to you and Chris. Not a bad surprise though,” I confessed. “It got me really hard, and that was really hot fucking you while you sucked him.”

“Mmmm I liked it too. A lot. It was hot being filled from both ends. I never thought this would turn me on so much but it does.”

“Believe me, me either!” I exclaimed. “I thought you’d be repulsed by Chris. I mean, he’s not exactly in the best shape or the best looking.”

“I know. He’s fat. A lot older than me. And just sloppy. But something about that makes it naughtier and turns me on more,” Courtney admitted.

“I think I know what you mean. This whole scenario is so forbidden that it turns me on even more. And knowing that he must love being with such a young, gorgeous, sexy girl like you,” I complimented her. “He’s probably never been with anyone like you, and especially now with him being all old and fat.”

“Thanks baby. Yeah something about it just makes me horny. I feel like I should be repulsed, but I don’t know. He’s bossy and I like that, and his cock. Oh my god, I’ve never seen one that big! I never would have expected that on him!”

“Haha I still don’t know how you get it down your throat, he’s like twice my size.”

“I just try to concentrate on making him feel good,” she explained, which sent a surge through my dick and got me thinking.

“I wonder why he’s not here now. I thought he’d be here when we woke up, or I’d wake up to you two like last night.”

“Maybe he’s busy?”

“Yeah, maybe… Why don’t you go down to his room and see if he’s there?”

“You really want me to?” she asked me.

“Yeah” I said with a dry throat. “Do you want to?”

“Mhmm,” she purred. I reached down to her pussy and could feel her pussy still soaking wet. Obviously she did want to.

“Get dressed and then let me know how it goes whenever you get back,” I told her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be waiting here.”

With that, I watched as my beautiful blonde fiancée got dressed for the day. She quickly threw on some yoga pants and a top and straightened her hair before putting it into a ponytail. She told me she’d be right back and gave me a kiss before heading out the door. I lay in bed, wondering if Chris was even home or not. After waiting five minutes and Courtney not returning, I figured he must be home and wanted the company. My mind was racing just imagining what was happening, and I started to jerk off picturing Courtney on her knees for our landlord. I blew my load on my stomach, and then waited for her to return. I waited for about 15 more minutes until I drifted back to sleep.

I woke up when I heard the sound of our door closing, and Courtney walked in the room. Her hair was disheveled and her mascara was a little smeared. I looked at the clock and she had been gone for about two hours, which was much longer than I had thought she’d be gone. Courtney removed her clothes as she got closer to the bed, revealing bite marks over her perfect tanned breasts, and red hand prints on her ass. She got in bed next to me under the covers and immediately began kissing me. escort arnavutköy

“I need fucked hard, baby,” she begged.

“Mmmm tell me what happened,” I ordered her.

“I knocked on his door and he was surprised to see me there, but he welcomed me in. He asked what I needed and I just started taking off my clothes and got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his sweatpants and started sucking his huge dick. It was pretty hot surprising him like that and I could feel my pussy getting wet.” Courtney started stroking my hardening dick while she continued. “I gave him head for about 15 minutes before he pulled out and came all over my face and tits, and they were covered. I don’t know how he cums so much. I asked him if he liked the surprise and he said he loved it, and I started to get my clothes to leave and come back to you, but he told me to stay. He had me fix him breakfast and clean up around his place naked, and then had me give him head again while he did some work and talked on the phone with some potential renters. In between doing work, he’d occasionally slap my ass really hard, or pull me up and suck on my titties and finger me. I was so horny that I orgasmed when he started fingering me and he kept calling me dirty names and made me keep sucking him. After he came the second time, in my mouth, he said I could leave because he was going out, but he’d stop in later. Oh yeah, he also asked if you had work and I told him that you do at 6pm, and he said he’d probably be stopping in sometime around then. I’m excited, his cock is so big and he cums so much. I can’t get enough of it. Now fuck me baby, I REALLY need it!”

Needless to say, I was rock hard by this point, and she climbed on top of me and easily impaled herself on my dick. Apparently recounting her story made her incredibly horny as well as she was soaking wet and was able to take it all in one stroke. She rode my dick with such enthusiasm that, coupled with her retelling of what happened earlier, I came in just five minutes, even though I had already cum twice before. I embarrassedly apologized, and made it up to her by flipping her on her back and eating her out until she came with a violent orgasm.

We relaxed the rest of the day until I had to get ready for work. I kissed her goodbye and told her to have fun, knowing Chris would be stopping over shortly. Work again seemed to take forever, and I eagerly rushed back to the apartment when I clocked out. Chris and Courtney were both on the couch naked, playing cards and taking shots of liquor. They both seemed to be in good spirits and greeted me as I came in.

“Come join us, James!” Chris offered. Before I couldn’t stand him, and he always seemed so morose, but he was cheerful as of late, and I can guess why. He was a lot more likable now though; he didn’t just scowl when passing in the hallways, and we’d actually greet each other. I joined them and we half-heartedly played poker, focusing more on drinking and conversing. It did seem a little strange, my fiancée and my much older landlord sitting comfortably naked next to each other, as if it was normal. But the alcohol loosened me up too, and we were all having a good time. Chris shared some stories of horrible tenants he’s had in the past, which actually made me understand where he was coming from when he first gave us the ultimatum. I saw Chris in a different light, and we got along, which I thought wouldn’t ever happened. Courtney must have really sparked a fire in him and brightened him up.

“You know James, Courtney told me that it was your idea for her to come down and surprise me this morning. So, er..thanks.”

It sure was a change hearing Chris use manners. “Yeah, I figured you’d like that. And she was pretty horny this morning so I knew she’d enjoy it too,” I explained, glancing over to Courtney who blushed.

By 1am, we were all pretty drunk and slurring our words. I was surprised Court had stayed up this late and gotten so drunk since she had class in the morning, but I didn’t want to ruin a good night by bringing it up. Chris, still sitting next to Courtney, grabbed her breast and told me, “You’re a lucky guy James. You got a sexy slut for a girlfriend.”

“She’s been real slutty lately, haven’t you babe?” I directed toward her.

Courtney was drunker than both of us and just nodded with her eyes closed and her head leaned back. “Mmmmmhhmmmm. I loooovee taking care of my mennn,” she slurred. Without being directed, she grabbed Chris’ big cock and started stroking it to hardness. I got up and walked in front of her and offered my dick to her mouth, which she greedily accepted. I could see her pussy glistening with wetness so I got behind her on the couch and had her arch her ass up. Chris scooted back on the couch and lay back. I sank deep into her wet pussy and she moaned then started bobbing up and down on Chris’ fat dick.

I fucked her like that for about 20 minutes, eventually cumming inside her right as she istanbul escort kızları had her orgasm. Chris still had yet to cum, and in my post-orgasm state with the alcohol taking its toll on me, I sank down into the couch opposite them and watched as Courtney worked to make him cum. Finally Chris bucked his hips and emptied his load into her mouth, which turned out to be the fifth load of the day that he gave her. I found out later that while I was at work, she had blown him twice. We all drifted off into a deep sleep.

I was the first to awaken, feeling the terrible hangover. I looked toward the opposite couch and Courtney was lying on Chris’ big chest, which was a strange sight to see. Up until then, I had only seen her doing sexual acts with him. Now I was looking at her sleeping peacefully on his massive frame, which dwarfed hers. I made some coffee for us all, and woke them up when it was ready. Chris thanked us for the coffee and for the fun before parting.

“See ya,” he said to me, and then kissed Courtney goodbye.

“How’re you feeling, hun?” I asked my stunning fiancée.

“Like shit,” she groaned. “You?”

“Same. Maybe you should just skip class today and nurse the hangover. I know that’s what I’ll be doing before work tonight.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” she chuckled.

The rest of Monday was uneventful. We stayed in bed for most of the day, taking naps and Advil every couple of hours. When I came back from work that night I was kind of surprised, and admittedly a little disappointed, to find out that Chris had not visited. I figured he must have been sleeping off his hangover too. Court and I made love gently that night before falling asleep. Tuesday through Thursday we were back to our normal selves, and the routine picked up where it left off. Courtney and I fucked like rabbits, and Chris stopped over frequently for some oral relief. Wednesday and Thursday morning Courtney visited Chris and gave him a proper ‘goodmorning’ before coming back and riding me while telling me about it. Thursday night he spent the night again, knowing it was his last night before I got my paycheck and paid him back. I lost count of how many times she swallowed Chris’ load or took it all over her face and chest those last couple of days. Our sex life was through the roof and I was reaping all the benefits of Court taking care of our landlord’s needs.

However, Friday soon arrived. I stopped in at work to collect my paycheck and there was enough money in it to pay the rent for last month and this month. I cashed it, and stopped at Chris’ room on the way back to ours.

“Hey Chris, here’s the payment for last month and this month. Um..thanks for giving us a little time..” I awkwardly said to him as I handed over the envelope with the payments.

“Yeah, no problem..” he responded.

“See you around,” I said as I left his room. I made my way back to my apartment and found Courtney on the couch reading her textbook.

“Hey babe, I just paid back Chris, so we’re all good on our debt.”

“Oh, great!” she replied, but something seemed a little off in her response, as if she feigned excitement.

I admit, I too wasn’t as thrilled as I had imagined I’d be a week ago. Everything was so exciting and wild. But it was for the best. We were getting married in some months, after all. Life was back to normal.

However, the next couple of days seemed a little different, as if something were missing. I thought maybe with school on her mind, Courtney was a little stressed. We still had sex, but it wasn’t as electrifying as before. Our sex life was still healthy, but it was lessened from what it just was. Courtney hadn’t orgasmed from me fucking her since the last time with Chris, and I felt I was just not cutting it.

Friday evening, a week after we had paid our dues, I called down to Chris’ room. Besides passing him in the hallway for short greetings, this was the first time we really talked.

“Hey Chris, it’s James.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come up here and take a look at the window? It’s not shutting all the way. It’s letting cold air in.”

“I’ll be up in a minute,” he responded.

About five minutes after I hung up, Chris knocked on the door and I let him in.

“Which one?” he asked me. I pointed to the one in the living room. He walked over to it and studied it for a second before turning back around and facing me. “What’s wrong with it? It’s closed, there’s no air coming in.”

Just then, Courtney came out of the bedroom in her sexy lingerie; decked in stockings and a tight nighty.

“Hey daddy, I’ve missed you,” she purred at him with a sultry tone.

Chris looked to me as if to question what was going on, but I cut in before he could answer.

“We talked last night, and we both think that as oddly as it sounds, our sex life was better when you had your visits with Court. And she wants to keep seeing you. Also, we’re okay with you going further with escort bahçeşehir her than just oral. I don’t need to mention that it’s obvious you’re a lot bigger than me, and I haven’t been able to make her cum or last as long as I wish, so maybe you could help out. If you want, of course.”

The expression on Chris’ face looked like he had just hit the lottery. He composed himself and replied, “Fuck yeah. Come here you little slut, I missed you too.”

Courtney went over to him and they made out for a couple minutes, and I could see Courtney was getting really into it. She really must have missed servicing our old fat landlord. And no doubt she was excited and nervous to experience what it felt like to have him inside of her; the only other person beside me to do so. I was very excited and nervous as well. We moved to the bed and Courtney sucked on his fat dick while he lay on his back, and I got in between her legs and lapped at her already-wet pussy to get her ready. Once Chris was nice and hard, Court stopped sucking him and then got up and straddled him, resting her hands on his big belly. It was the point of no return. Using one hand behind her, she grabbed hold of his monstrous dick, and guided it to the opening of her hovering pussy. I switched my gaze between her face and her pussy, watching in amazement as she slowly lowered herself on his huge cock, impaling herself. The look on her face was what really got me; her eyes were closed and she had an expression as if it were the first time she were being fucked.

There was a hint of pain, but mostly pleasure as she went deeper and deeper on his big, thick cock. Moans and short breaths were escaping her mouth as she finally lowered herself completely on his massive member. She rested on the base for a while, and then placed her hands on his big belly and retracted her pussy, coming all the way back up until the head. I watched in amazement and wondered how she could fit that huge thing in her tight little pussy. She lowered herself all the way back down, a little faster this time, and this repeated until she got into a rhythm. Not even two minutes later, she was slamming her pussy down on his cock and cried out in the loudest orgasm I’d ever heard. I was jerking off watching my sexy blonde fiancée riding this old fat mans big cock, and erupted in a massive orgasm that coincided with hers, covering my stomach and hand with my cum.

After she came down from her orgasm, she lowered her body onto Chris’ and he grabbed the back of her head and made out with her while she moved her hips up and down on his cock. In no time, I was hard again watching them in action. Chris grabbed onto her and flipped her over in one motion, remaining inside of her. His massive body covered her tiny frame, completely hiding her from view except for her arms and legs wrapped around his torso as he pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. After she came again, they switched positions and she got on her hands and knees facing me and he got behind her, holding up his belly and placing it on her ass as he entered her from behind.

“Fuck yeah daddy. Fuck your little girl. I missed your big cock. Oh!”

Chris slapped her ass intermittently. “You just couldn’t stay away from my big cock, could you?”

“No, it’s all I kept thinking about. I couldn’t wait to have it back in my mouth and feel it in my pussy.”

“Show him what a slut you are,” I encouraged her while moving up and offering my dick to her hungry mouth.

“Mmmpphhh,” she moaned onto me while getting fucked hard by Chris, only taking her mouth off my dick to talk. “You fuck me so good daddy, I want to make you cum. I want to make you both cum!” She put her mouth back on my dick. Every time Chris pounded into her, it propelled her forward and my dick slid down her throat.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum in your tight little pussy. You want it, whore?” Chris grunted.

“Yeah give me your cum! Cum in your little slut!” she urged.

All three of us seemingly came simultaneously. My first spurt filled her mouth, but her orgasm caused her to release my dick and so my next three spurts covered her face, and Chris filled her pussy up with his cum. After we had all come down, Chris sat back, plopping his softening cock from her pussy. She turned around and said “Let me clean you off,” then plunged down and sucked his dick. With her ass now facing me and her back arched, I could see just how much Chris filled her up. Her pussy was gaping from his fat cock, and it was absolutely leaking with cum. Seeing this made my dick refuse to go down, and I scooted behind her and sank my dick into her slippery pussy. I slid in all the way easily, and could feel her pussy wasn’t as tight as I was accustomed. My loving fiancée continued bobbing up and down on Chris until he was hard again. I watched her sexy little tan body and blonde head move up and down on his shaft while I pounded into her from behind, wondering if she really even felt me.

Nevertheless, this previously unknown sensation of a slippery pussy got the best of me and I was emptying myself inside her soon, adding my cum to Chris’.

“Let me feel that little pussy again. C’mere back on my dick,” Chris ordered her after I fell back. I watched my sexy blonde fiancée ride his dick again to orgasm, and then make out with him until he came for the second time inside of her.

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I was eating lunch in the cafeteria with Paul when I drew Suzie’s photo from my bag and handed it to him.

His eyebrows lifted. “She’s for real?” exclaimed Paul. He held the photo delicately between his index fingers. “She’s gorgeous!”

“And a little demanding and rough around the edges,” I said. “But she’s actively looking for the type of man you say you want to be.”

He read the information printed on the back of the photo. “I’m a little intimidated. A professional model? She sounds out of my league. Can I think about it? ” His face was a beet red.

“Not for long. Opportunity knocks, but it doesn’t wait on your convenience. You told me what you want, and while you’re puzzling about it, along comes the perfect opportunity. Don’t let it slip away.”

“Should I call her?”

“How about a double date with Craig and me? I’ll set it up. That way, there’s no commitments either way.”

I returned to the apartment mid-afternoon. In a few phone calls, I’d set up a Wednesday evening double date at The Berghoff on Adams Street, a stone’s throw from the Art Institute. Though the Berghoff typically bustled every night, Wednesday was quieter than most.

I sat at my desk and began working on a calculus assignment, but I couldn’t divert my attention from the manila envelope on the corner of the desk. Angela Whitten had given it to me after Don’s memorial service. I’d still been an emotional wreck after betraying Craig, and I’d just tossed it on my desk when I returned home. Just what keepsakes had Don collected, anyway?

I upended the envelope onto my desk blotter. There were the two photos I’d seen already–me at 17, and Don and I at the Senior Prom the following year. There were also a few movie tickets, a thin notebook, and a cellophane envelope.

The cellophane envelope was frail with time, and I escort başakşehir had to handle it with my fingertips. It contained a small lock of black hair, tied with thin green string. I recalled the time he’d crept up behind me and cut it, over my laughter and feeble protests. My hair had been much shorter then.

There was also a square of white cardboard. I carefully lifted it from the cellophane. A single hair was held to it with Scotch tape. The tape was yellowed and dry, ready to fall off at a touch. Puzzled, I examined it closely until I was certain–it was a long, coiled pubic hair, jet black and almost certainly mine. There was only one way he could have gotten that–from his teeth or his clothing after that final date.

Tears came to my eyes when I realized again how terribly I must have hurt him. The only thing he had to remind him of the night in King’s Grove was that lone pubic hair. He’d kept it all that time, perhaps taking it out from time to time to relive the night in his imagination. He would have to have known that his wife would find it someday. She’d hinted that there were ‘more personal’ items in the manila envelope, but I’d never have guessed just how personal.

I hoped Angela had given him what he seemed to need so badly.

I picked up the little pocket-sized notebook. The first few pages were filled with ‘I love RoseAnn’, written over and over in pencil. This continued for several pages, and I turned the leaves to see how long he’d continued, until I came upon a full-page pencil sketch of myself. I’d forgotten his talent for sketching.

As I turned the pages over, there were more sketches of me. Some were close-ups of my face or my legs. But the last one depicted our moments in the car. In that sketch, I lay back against a rear istanbul escort bayanları door of his car, my legs spread, my head thrown back, my eyes closed. He crouched between my thighs, face buried in my pussy.

A tear dripped on the corner of the page. I hadn’t realized I’d begun to cry. I dabbed my eyes with a Kleenex.

The corners of the pages were decorated with hearts and more ‘I love RoseAnn’ scribbles here and there, decorated with doodles. As I turned the pages, I found drafts of letters that he’d apparently wanted to send to me. None were complete, and all were crisscrossed with changes and corrections. But I only riffled through the pages, afraid to read. The sketches had already made an emotional wreck of me. I stuffed the papers back in the manila envelope.

My first thought was to destroy the envelope and its contents. But these artifacts were my only link to Donald. If I’d acted differently that one evening in King’s Grove, my life might be very different now. What if I’d rejected Craig when he begged to go down on me after the Cubs game? I’d still be fruitlessly searching for the right man, or I might even have gone crawling back to Mike. I owed everything to Donald as well as to Craig.

I put the manila envelope carefully away in my bottom dresser drawer where Craig wouldn’t look. Unlike me, he respected privacy and would not go snooping. He would never see the contents of that envelope.

Epilogue

It happened that Paul and Suzie hit it off immediately. In fact, they went straight from our double date at the Berghoff Restaurant to her apartment. I didn’t see Paul in class for two days, and when he did show up, he seemed more relaxed and content. Over the next years, the relationship continued to grow, just as Craig’s and mine did. He didn’t discuss escort eyüp the details with me, but there were times when he had to stand in the drafting class and could only sit with obvious pain. When Susan and I met, generally while modeling or at Rachel’s ‘consciousness raising’ meetings, she was a much more agreeable person than she’d been on our first meeting.

Candy’s story took a downturn when she one day found herself pregnant. Her blond boyfriend disappeared. She was forced to return to Bitumen to have her baby in the face of community gossip and shame. But she was far from the only young woman in Bitumen to have a fatherless baby, and she soon faded back into town society. It was years before she married and achieved what I’d call a normal life.

I enjoyed a few minutes of celebrity when I appeared in a full-page advertisement in Chicago Magazine, wearing a dazzling blue, black, and silver dress. Jimmy had done wonders retouching the photograph. Whatever the effect on Harley’s business, I was assured of a steady flow of opera dresses thereafter.

Mike served his year in Viet Nam and returned to Bitumen with a pregnant Japanese wife in tow and the chip still on his shoulder. He was the only man in Bitumen that could get away with bringing someone of another race to town. Since Tomiko was a Christian, she soon found acceptance in the Church of Christ. Mike brought Tomiko to our Independence Day and Labor Day get-togethers, with an implied challenge to treat her with respect. She eventually won the affection of the families with her struggles to learn the subtleties of rural Midwest English.

In the face of that, my mother finally stopped carping about Mike, and gradually accepted the inevitability of my relationship with Craig, Instead, she began to hint–broadly–that we should get married. In fact, Craig and I had more or less decided that we would be married right after my graduation. He would have achieved tenure by then, and presumably I’d have employment of my own. There was no way to know at the time how fate would intervene in its ruthless way, but in the meantime, we still had three beautiful years ahead of us.

The End

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