Aksamci.org - Sex Hikayeleri http://aksamci.org Sex Hikayeleri Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 tr hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.4.3 Friendly Reminder: PC Remix http://aksamci.org/friendly-reminder-pc-remix.html http://aksamci.org/friendly-reminder-pc-remix.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 http://aksamci.org/friendly-reminder-pc-remix.html Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Daphne Rogers watched Henry Miller as he stretched outside their family pool. His youthful body, a warm chocolate brown, glistened in the Morning light. Not yet overly...

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Daphne Rogers watched Henry Miller as he stretched outside their family pool. His youthful body, a warm chocolate brown, glistened in the Morning light. Not yet overly defined, it held a strength that was obvious only when he was naked. Or in this case, clad only in a loose pair of swim trunks. Bending over to touch his toes always gave her a perfect view of his firm butt and slightly toned legs. Licking her lips, Daphne silently closed the blinds to her bedroom and sank down onto her chair… and cried.

Henry felt it. She was crying again. Closing his eyes, Henry forced himself to choke down the rising warmth he wanted to share with her. Daphne was a bright and intelligent woman. Her crystal blue eyes always shone brightly. There was always a smile on her full lips. He’d never heard one ill word from her or about her. So why was she always alone? Where was the man… or woman… who held her tenderly? Finished, he turned towards a slight sound. It was almost natural. Almost. A smile graced his lips as his father approached.

“She’s crying again, son.”

“I know. I wish there was something I could do.”

“You mean besides teasing the ever lovin’ hell out of her.”

“Me? Dad…”

“Son I know something about women. Look at her sideways sometime and you’ll see it. Remember how I taught you? Anyway… you have a phone call. Jessica.”

“Shit,” grumbled Henry. “Never should have taken her out last week.”

“Lesson learned. Now comes the hard part… and the knowledge and understanding that comes if you’re patient and open minded enough. Talk to Jessica then drop by Miss Rogers.”

* * * *

The conversation with Jessica went better than he expected. He was still amazed at the power of truth to shatter lives even as it healed the wounds it made. Their date did not mean he loved her. It was cold knowledge, but in the end she saw that it was much better to have a friend than a Sunday Lover. That finished, he returned to the pool.

Daphne, eyes now dry, returned to her perch. Henry was there, but something was different. His movements were… tense. He was on edge. Then, with agonizing slowness, he rose. Standing absolutely motionless, he looked like some ancient Egyptian God surveying the Earth. Then his head lowered, and he bounced into his home. Happy. Her head cocked to one side, and then she turned and began getting dressed for the day.

She chose a deep blue sundress to hide her rolls. She hated being fat, but no diet had yet helped her in her life long battle. Sans makeup, she walked downstairs to the livingroom. The doorbell rang as soon as her foot hit the hardwood floor. She opened the door, surprised that Henry was on the other side.

“Hi, Miss Rogers. I was wondering if you’d like to join me at our pool for today.”

“I don’t have a bathing suit. And if I did, I wouldn’t want to scare you with this old, flabby body.”

“The bathing suit isn’t a problem. And I think you’re attractive. Besides… it’s a sunny day. No one should be inside. See you in ten minutes?”

She wanted to say no. The look in his soft brown eyes… warm, caring… and lustful? She found his impish smile contagious, and was soon chuckling softly. “So I’m going skinny dipping with a teenager? What would your parents say?”

“They’d say I was flirting with a beautiful woman and give me shit about it. That’s about it. Seriously… I don’t care if you go naked. No one other than you has a view inside the pool area. C’mon. Please?”

“And what do you get out of this, young man?” she said jokingly.

“Aside from looking at Picture upload a beautiful woman naked? Well… I get to know that same beautiful woman in the process of ogling her body.” He laughed heartily. She joined him, her heart pounding beneath her heaving chest.

“I see I don’t have a choice. Ten minutes. And mind your manners; I am an old woman.”

“You’re only as old as you think. Ten minutes, Miss Rogers.”

“Daphne. Call me Daphne.”

That smile. He wasn’t hiding anything from her and he let her know it. He really did find her interesting. She just hoped he would still think that once he saw he naked.

* * * *

It was like Christmas. Daphne let the white cotton robe slide to the concrete, pooling at her feet. She was fat; these were not the softly plump curves of a young girl. This was the full figured form of a woman. He felt himself get hard and smiled even wider. She turned to face him, her hands attempting to cover her breasts and crotch. He met her gaze and dropped his trunks.

She gasped. He was HUGE!! Her eyes locked on the throbbing member between his legs. She could almost convince herself that his erection was because he was so close to a naked woman. Yet when she looked into his eyes… He wanted HER!!! In that instant she went from shy old spinster to horny old biddy… with a more than willing partner.

“Impressive,” she muttered.

“Uh… sorry about that. He’s got a mind of his own sometimes.” With that Henry dove into the cold water. Daphne chuckled, then stepped into the pool.

Henry rose from the depths, quickly wiping the dripping liquid from his eyes. The cold nearly killed his hardon, but the site of Daphne’s nipples responding to the cool water breathed new life into it… and him.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he breathed. She heard his words and blushed.

They swam about, never once really losing sight of the other. Henry was glad his hardon finally decided to yield to the cold and fade into the background. He was also amused at the single thought that filled his mind. He was a shark stalking his pray. The twisted humor of shark-whale wasn’t so much cruel as it was a reminder that he wasn’t cruel at all. He was truly interested in helping Daphne realize just how beautiful she was.

Daphne could not shake the image from her head. A strong, powerful shark circling a fat beached whale. Or the peculiar twist to being eaten. Henry swam over to a wall and draped his arms over the edge, facing her. His head lay on a towel and he let his body hover beneath the rippling waves. She smiled, then swam towards him. This time the killer whale was after a cute and tempting seal.

“Why did you invite me over here, Henry?” She asked as she slid her body against his.

“Uh.. well…” His mind could not focus on words. She felt so… good… against his body. His nostrils flared. His hands itched to caress her round body. He could see everything. Feel everything. The flavor of her nectar… He opened his eyes… when had they closed?… and looked at Daphne.

He was gone. Here was an eighteen year old desperate to fuck someone. her. He wanted to fuck her!! There was nothing stopping either of them… if one discounted common sense. Fifty-three years old. She could be his grandmother!! She knew it would probably be best to stop teasing him. She did… and kissed his lips softly.

He felt the chain snap. He tried to warn her, but knew it was futile. The Beast Within was loose once more. Yet he refused to let it go unchecked. He wouldn’t try to contain it, but he WOULD see images upload to it that Daphne didn’t get hurt in any way.

So. You’ve finally decided to join me. Wise decision. Your family is a strong one indeed. I chose wisely. Now come. This beautiful woman is in need. And we shall provide.

* * * *

His hands felt so good as they slid around her back. His arms, powerful coils of lust, squeezed away all doubt and inhibition. Daphne surrendered to the raging lust within her. She threw her arms around his back and kissed him. Hard and passionate. His cock tried to ram through her belly… a situation he remedied quickly. One moment she was scrambling to get comfortable… the next… In one long, slow, agonizingly delightful moment, her cunt was being filled with eight inches of thick, young, BLACK cock in a pool.

“Sorry,” he growled. Then he spun around, plastering her against the pool wall.

This was fucking. Daphne wrapped her legs around his bubble butt and whipped her hips into him. He was snarling like and animal as he mauled her nipple. His hands gripped her ass tightly, kneading the mounds as he continuously pounded her long neglected nest. her hands roamed freely over his body and head, encouraging him to take her. All of her fantasies… now reality. And the real was so much more. Then… he jerked away from her. Daphne whimpered and looked at Henry.

“My room. Now,” he snarled. That look. he was totally committed to fucking the shit out of her. Here was the Beast given form. If she wanted him, then she would get him. The real him.

Daphne obeyed. She wanted to be as comfortable as possible while he fucked her senseless. her heart no longer felt heavy. Life would no longer be just one day after the next. Even if he left her, and she was sure he would, she knew someone found her exciting. And where there was one…

* * * *

They made it as far as the second set of stairs before he could not resist. Henry plastered his face in Daphne’s large ass crack. His tongue found her asshole… taking an unnecessarily long path. There was a slight musky flavor there, but the chlorine and faint trace of feminine sweetness covered nicely. He hummed/chuckled; being the son of a chef was an adventure in itself. His hands slid around her thighs as he held her in place, his mind filled only with good… relatively speaking… thoughts.

“GOD!!” No one had ever done what this young man had done. Taken her in a pool. Fucked with a passion totally unchecked. And now… As his tongue slithered into her anus she felt the nether hole relax, welcoming the strange invader into her depths. She grabbed one ass cheek and pulled it away… only to be sternly yet gently rebuffed. Daphne smiled as she moaned her pleasure.

“Move,” he mumbled. Daphne, legs shaking from the erotic waves washing through her body, stumbled up the remaining stairs. Finding his room was easy. The poster on the door was abstract. Beautiful. A swirl of colors. Dark, yet joyous. Harmonious. She reached for the doorknob but he stopped her.

“How did you know?” The boyish/impish joy in his voice lifted her even higher.

“It felt right,” she sighed, leaning back into his arms.

Henry wrapped his arms around Daphne, holding her tightly. She was such a beautiful woman. She deserved to be held like this constantly. Yet he knew he would only be a temporary fix.

Not so. You are still young. You will learn exactly what is we do this day. And you will never be the same. Remember… in all things… balance.

His room, even in the middle of the day, was dark. Not midnight black and depressing. Dark blues and soft grays dominated, yet there were streaks of chaotic color here and there. Most surprising was an ashtray.

“Do you smoke?”

“Yes and no. My dad’s the executive chef at Allison’s. Long time pot head, he insists on having an ashtray handy in case he needs to have a talk while he’s smoking a cigar or a bowl.”

“Interesting.”

“My father never hides anything from me. He says open eyes and minds see more clearly. I chose not to smoke cigarettes or anything else. Although… if I become a cook… which seems the case…”

“You cook?” she asked as she sat down on the bed. He joined her, settling in behind her. His hands roamed over her body, gliding effortlessly over her ample flesh.

“Yep. I’m not the best but… I hold my own. Maybe I can cook breakfast for you. Tomorrow.”

He was good. He’d taken her one innocent comment and twisted it back to sex. Effortlessly. He was going to break quite a few hearts before it was all said and done. Strangely… not hers. She knew he found her attractive. This was just an expression of that. Not a declaration of love.

“If you’re capable…” she said softly.

Henry planted one soft kiss on her neck. Not even the lingering chlorine could mask her feminine flavor. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and drew lazy trails along her neck. She moaned and writhed about, her hands sliding over his forearms.

“Do it, Henry,” she sighed as he nibbled on her neck. She heard the snarl the instant before his teeth sank into her flesh. She hissed as she felt the hickey being created on her neck. Such a youthful thing. A vanity. Fuck the world if they didn’t understand. She spun around and tackled him, laughing softly at his surprise.

She was strong. Very strong. So was he. Henry blinked. Closed… his mind sought the Beast. The Beast was there. Patient. In all things… balance. He understood. He opened himself up to the truth of himself… and the Beast.

We are one and two. Now you understand. As did your father at about your age. Come… prey waits.

Daphne squealed as he lifted her into the air, flung her to the bed and leapt on top of her in one smooth motion. He was so very strong!!! His body glowed with sexual energy and a thirst for life. Like she once had. Like she would have again. She flung her legs wide, inviting him inside her molten center. In one violent thrust he was entrenched balls deep. Daphne cried out at the suddenness and violent nature of her orgasm. The matted hair was little protection from his lustful onslaught, and the guardian gates simply crumbled beneath his assault. He fucked her, pounding his cock into her with ever-increasing viciousness. And she gave back as good as she got, whipping her hips in a frantic dance.

Henry fucked Daphne. Simple statement of fact. He knew the techniques of making love, but this was not the time. What she needed was knowledge. Someone found her attractive enough to want to fuck her like a schoolgirl. Pure, hard sex just because you’re alive and horny… and the partner is willing. She felt wonderful around his cock. Soft. Wet. Yielding… but only in order to tease. HE felt more alive than he could ever remember. Then he felt his own orgasm climbing from his balls. Fear froze on his face. He was not wearing a condom!!

“Do it. I’m safe, Henry. Cum inside me.”

“SHIT!!!” His mind exploded into a vast array of colors. Overwhelming waves of sheer pleasure crashed through every fiber of his body. THIS was a busted nut. Sweet!!! Filled with energy, Henry took only a second to catch his breath. Still spewing seed, he pulled away from Daphne.

She saw it in his eyes. He wasn’t even close to being finished. Good. Neither was she.

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I have always loved parties, even though I never seem to get invited to too many. I also love holidays, and one of my favorites has become Halloween. When I was a bit younger and raising a family it was always fun to dress up and take the kids out trick-or-treating. We usually made interesting costumes for them and tried to be innovative in ours as well. One year my wife and I went as a pair of dice, which was a lot of fun.

But now my kids are grown and out of the house, leaving my wife and I to tend to the door and pass out candy to all those kids. (sigh) This year however, almost two weeks before the haunting day, I collected the mail and found an invitation addressed to my wife and myself for a party. The interesting thing was that there was no return address, and the location of the party was a public venue, so we had no clue who had invited us. The handwritten card and envelope seemed to hold no cues, no matter how hard I examined them.

We discussed for a long time if we wanted to attend or not, since we didn’t know who was going to be there, or who had invited us, we finally decided that we shouldn’t. A week before the party we received another identically hand written envelope. The card inside had a black cat on the cover and the following typed inside…

“Yes it’s safe. No you’re not supposed to know who invited you. Yes it will be fun. Yes, you should wear a costume. No, you should not be late, and as the original said… RSVP by placing a paper pumpkin with a black cat drawn on it on your front door. Look forward to seeing if we can guess who each other are! A trusted friend.”

Well…now if that didn’t address almost every question we had. It was almost as if the sender had been listening to our conversation. More discussion, more questions and finally…”why the hell not?”

With the party only a week away we had to decide on costumes. I could think of many things to go as, as could my wife, but I wanted to be different. I briefly thought about going as a hooker…but my wife put the kibosh on that one, saying no one wanted to see my fifty year old body sticking out of a short top and skirt. After much haggling, my wife decided to go as an army soldier, easy for her, since she was one… And I would go as a firefighter. The original invitation was very explicit that the costume must include a mask that prevented disclosure of your identity. In my case that meant that I could use a fireproof “nomex” hood to cover much of my face and a regular eye mask to finish it off. My wife would use a combination of camouflaged pain and a dark colored combat eyewear to completely obliterate her features. All in all I thought it was going to be a good combination.

The days ticked by, and the temperature ticked upward. We were soon in the middle of an unseasonably warm spell, not good for my costume, since I was planning on using an old pair of turnouts from when I really was a firefighter. On an 80 degree day that was going to be darn uncomfortable and sweaty, like wearing a winter coat on a hot summer day. My wife made the perfectly reasonable suggestion, that since I was going to be wearing all that, just wear a pair of shorts and t-shirt under and no one would ever know.

I joked briefly about going naked under my costume, but the response I got was anything but happy, so a pair of shorts and T-shirt it was.

The party started after dark, and after all the kids trick-or-treating was done, at the local country club. We stood outside the car and donned our masks and headed toward the party. I was surprised at the size of the crowd. There must have been nearly a hundred people there, eating and dancing to some rather spooky sounding music. It didn’t take the hostess long to find us, a tall thin woman in an Elvira outfit, which she REALLY filled out.

“Welcome! I hope you both enjoy your time here. There are only a few rules. First… This is a Sadie Hawkins dance, and gentlemen may not ask to dance and may not refuse any woman as long as they are not already dancing with someone. Second, this one is you can dance with whomever you want until eleven. After that… well it’s part of one of the games. We’ll give you more information later on that. The last rule is the biggie. You can’t tell anyone who you are nor directly ask them who they are. You can guess, you can ask questions to figure it out, but you can’t outright ask. Any questions?”

“Just one.” I said. “Who’s paying for this shindig?”

“Ohhhh. Well, the food is provided by several local businesses, their names are provided on the tables and the hall is being paid for by the party shop. The bar is a cash bar though.”

“Ahhh I see.” I answered.

“Well, have fun. I see I have a few more new comers to introduce myself to. Have fun!” Elvira said as she scooted away to grab the next group of people that just came in.

“Well, I’d ask you to dance, but it seems I can’t.” I said to my wife as a slower dance started.

“No but I can ask you. Shall we?” She said, taking my hand and pulling me toward Cami Halısı the dance floor.

It was surprisingly hard to dance in the boots I was wearing, and I had to be careful to not step on her toes. We like to dance slow, the faster numbers really aren’t our thing, so when the next faster number started we retreated to see what the food looked like. There was a lot of finger food from a variety of local places, Mexican, bar-b-que, chicken wings, you name it. We each collected a few things to munch on and found a table to sit down at and watch the variety of costumes. I saw one or two that I thought I might recognize, but for the most part everyone had done a good job of masking their identity.

“So how would you like to dance?” I heard from behind me. I turned to see what looked like an oversized Tinkerbelle, complete with wings, standing behind me. I started to decline, but was quickly cut off. “Uh uh. Not allowed to say no!” She said as she took my hand.

“But my wife.” I said in protest.

“Your wife can dance with anyone she wants. But if she wants to dance with you, she will have to wait until the next dance, this one is mine!” she said with a crooked smile under her pee green mask.

I looked back to my wife who chuckled at the sight of the somewhat oversized and overweight Tinkerbelle and told me to go have fun, but not before I gave her money for an amoretto sour. I quickly dug my wallet out and handed her some cash before Tink dragged me bodily out onto the dance floor.

The dance was a fast one, which I wasn’t particularly good at.

“You don’t do this kind of dancing too well, do you?” Tink asked as I tried to follow her moves.

“Not really.” I answered over the DJ’s loud music.

“Just follow me then.” She said, slowing her motions down and taking my hands. It didn’t take me long to get the hang of what she was doing, and I felt like I was just about getting it when the song ended.

“Thanks for the dance.” I said as I started to retreat.

“You’re welcome. But don’t run off. I’m going to take this next one too.” Tink said with a grin. The music started, a bit more of a salsa type beat, To which Tink was soon moving and rubbing her back and ass against my front. It was a good thing that I had on heavy fire fighters gear or the huge hardon I was getting would have been obvious. For her part Tink made sure to pull my hands around her far enough that she could put them where she wanted, and that was just under her breasts where my fingers were rubbing against her obviously unbridled tits.

“Now that was nice.” Tink said as the number wore down to an end.

“I think I better take my husband back,” my wife said, tapping Tink on the shoulder.

“Enjoy! I just got him all warmed up for you!” Tink said as she retreated with a huge smile.

“Well, she seemed quite friendly,” my wife said, as the next song started a little slower than the last but still faster than a “slow” dance.

“Yeah. She did seem to want to do the bump and grind.” I said as she and I faced each other, doing a fast trot type step.

“Uh huh… Like this!” She said, turning inside my arms and pushing herself against me.

“Yeah kind of.” I agreed, hoping she didn’t feel my hardon either.

My wife and I danced the rest of the number, after which I called a break. I needed something to drink. We headed to the bar and I got a cold Pepsi, since I had to drive home later. We went back to our table and dropped into the chairs to enjoy our drinks. She still had a bit of her sour left, which she quickly polished off.

“You know. He’s got an interesting costume, kind of hot too.” She said, pointing at a guy in a tight fitting superhero costume.

“Uh huh.” I said noncommittally. “Or maybe that swashbuckler over there? Hmm There’s a Robin Hood. You always did enjoy men in tights. Oh better yet, there’s a batman!”

“He’s kinda cute. I could ask him to dance.” She said teasingly.

“You could, but you won’t. Not because I’d stop you but because you’re just too much of a wall flower.” I teased back.

“OH really?!” she exclaimed, cocking her head and looking at me like I had just sprouted a third head. I leaned back and laughed, knowing that she could darn well do anything she wanted to do, or that she put her mind to. To my surprise she got up and headed toward Batman and was soon dancing with him, trying to imitate the way Tink had been dancing with me.

“You look lonely!” A tall willowy blonde said, her hair falling over one eye and half her face, long red gloves that extended most of the way up her arms and a bright red long strapless dress that seemed almost glued to her curvy body and large tits. “I think that means you should dance with me.”

“OH right.” I said as I got up to follow her to the dance floor. I took her hand and tried to follow her lead as she twisted and turned back and forth, her long dress flinging out and revealing her long slender legs through the cuts up each side of the garment that extended Cami Halıları all the way up to her hips. She was a good dancer and easily put me to shame the entire dance. The next was a slow number and almost without missing a hitch she slipped between my arms, pressed her chest against me and gently ground her hips against mine as we swayed to “Nights in White Satin”.

“So I’m trying to figure out who you are, character wise I mean.” I said quietly.

“Think rabbits.” She whispered back.

I thought for several moments before it finally dawned on me that she was Roger Rabbits hot wife. “I see. Is Roger around?”

“Oh he’s around some place being a rabbit.” She said with a giggle.

“Ahhh.” I answered. “Nice costume.”

“Thank you. I tried to make it authentic, right down to the…well I’m gonna let you guess.” She replied with a little giggle.

“I’m lost.” I said honestly.

“Guess what Roger’s wife wore under it.” She whispered before giving me a quick tug on my earlobe with her teeth.

“I’m guessing nothing.” I responded verbally, my cock, already partly hard, responding to the thought of nothing under the tight red dress.

“If you don’t believe me, you can find out.” She whispered.

“Are you suggesting I feel you up?”

“Are you telling me your hard cock doesn’t want to?” She whispered, reaching for one of my hands and pushing it down from her waist to her hip, my palm pressing against a sliver of bare skin on her thigh.

“Not smart.” I whispered back.

“Chicken?”

“Only of getting caught by my wife.” I said honestly.

“I can see her, trust me, she won’t notice. She’s keeping busy fending off the caped crusader.”

“I see.” I said quietly as I let my fingers slip into the gap in the dress and slowly slid down and around her thigh. I slid my fingers up between her legs, teasing the inside of her right thigh until my fingers found her completely shaved and very wet pussy lips.

“Hmmmmm I thought firemen were supposed to put fires out, not start them.” She half moaned as my finger stroked between her lips and across her already hard clit.

“Yeah, sometimes.” I answered, as I felt her hand slide down inside my fire pants and grab my hard cock through my shorts.

“Damn what a cock.” She whispered as she pulled her hand away to work both my shorts and underwear down far enough to expose my cock to her hand inside my pants. “I wish I could get that inside me. Damn!” she moaned as she stroked me slowly in time with my finger rubbing her pussy.

Unfortunately the song ended and the two of us quickly withdrew our hands from each other before we were discovered. “I hope we get to meet back up again later.” She said huskily as my wife walked our direction.

“Hey lover.” I asked as she came up. “Have a good dance?”

“Batman had busy hands.” She said almost disgustedly.

“Well, you were the one who said he was hot.” I kidded as we walked back to the bar to get another cold one. “What would you like?”

“I think another sour.” She said with a devilish grin. “You know how I am when I’ve had a couple.”

“Oh yeah.” I said, thinking about the last time she had a couple at a wedding reception and the fun we had in the hotel later. It wasn’t every day that I could get her to do something as outrageous as screw in a stairwell, even if we were mostly dressed.

We danced for a while longer, sometimes with each other, sometimes with others. Several women, some older, some younger seemed to be vying for my time. In particular, Tinkerbelle, Mrs. Rabbit, a good looking and scantily dressed Greek goddess, and a tall thin hooker.

“Ladies and gentlemen! It’s time to start our first game! ” Elvira called from the chair she was standing on, a microphone in her hand. “My helpers, Mister and Mrs Dracula, are circulating through the group. Each of you needs to take a card, guys from old drack himself and ladies from his wife. On the card you will find a number. I’ll give you some music to find your partner with the same number and then we’ll begin.

“Darn. I was kind of thinking that we would stayed paired up,” she said seriously. “Especially after the way that lady in the red dress seems to be taken with putting your hands all kinds of places.”

“If you feel that strongly about it, we can see if we can switch with whoever your partner is.” I told her as the room started filling with names being shouted out.

“Naw. I guess it’ll be ok.” She said. “Go find your partner and meet back here?”

“Works for me.” I said with a shrug. I moved away from her and waded into the crowd, asking any woman standing alone if she had “the same number as I did” on her card. I was pleased to see that Tinkerbell from earlier already had a partner, as did Mrs. Rabbit. As couples paired up it was clear the choices were dwindling. I soon found myself paired with a petite woman with a fair sized chest wearing a Greek goddess outfit that I had danced with a couple times. Her outfit consisted of a plain white, and thin, strip of material running from her waist just right of her belly button, up and over her breast, around her neck and back down the other side, the six or so inch wide strip of material laying over both breasts, but leaving the sides open so that the sides of her breasts peaked out as she moved. The material connected to a short white, and equally thin, skirt that came do mid thigh. The outfit left her entire back, shoulders, arms , most of her legs and a fairly wide strip up her front from her waist to her neck, completely bare. She had on a white feathery mask that covered from her nose to her forehead. As I said, I’d already danced with her a couple times and I could tell that she was just a tad on the tipsy side, and if I thought Mrs. Rabbit had wanted my hands in certain places, this woman had been much less subtle about it, several times pushing my hands inside the thin white material to cup her bare tits beneath.

“So what should I call you?” I asked her as I held out my card to match it with hers.

“Aphrodite of course. And you?” She said in a quite sexy voice, giving her long hair a flip.

“Hmmm Mike the fireman.” I answered, taking her hand and leading her back through the crowd toward where my wife and I were going to meet.

“Your wife?” Aphrodite asked quietly as we approached my wife and her new partner.

“Uh huh.” I answered as I inspected her partner, a tall man wearing a one piece leotard that was supposed to be part of Fantastic Four. Unfortunately his beer belly was anything but superheroish.

“Hey hon. See you found your partner.” I said as we walked up.

“Yeah. I did.” She said as she stood almost dwarfed by the tall man.

“You want to trade?” I asked her point blank.

She looked over at my partner and made a wry face. “Figures you’d draw a floozy” she whispered to me.

“Yeah, don’t know what the game is, but if involves walking…” I said with a grin, looking down at Aphrodite’s spike heels, “I’d just as soon be paired with you though.”

“yeah. I know.”

“Ok everyone.” Elvira’s voice boomed over the PA. “By now everyone should have a partner… not their spouse. Ladies…Trust me, if you have a competitive husband you probably don’t want to be with him!” Which brought a round of laughs from a number of women. “So the name of the game here is kind of like an obstacle course. Out on the tee boxes are a number of challenges. Each team will need to complete the challenge to get a punch on a card like this.” She said as she held up a blue card about four inches wide and twice as long. “Once you collect the punches from the places listed on your card, you come back. First team back with all their punches wins. Of course there are penalties if you get caught cheating, and if you look on the back under the map there are some bonus points you can earn. Those were my husband’s idea.” She said shaking her head. “As usual each team will be tied together at the wrist with a piece of nice soft breakable lace. Gentlemen…If you break it, you’re disqualified, so you better not man handle your partner!”

My wife looked at my partner swaying slowly where she stood and chuckled. ” Look’s like you’ll be safe enough. Have fun sweetie!”

“Thanks!” I said shaking my head.

“One more word of warning. The monsters are on the course. If you get caught and they take away your card…well you’re out. You can of course bribe them to go away.” Elvira said with a chuckle. “So line up, we’ll tie you up and let you go!”

Everyone in the room started lining up in pairs, Lady Dracula tying a red lacy ribbon around each couples hands so that about a foot of the red lace ribbon ran between their wrists, and Drac giving them their punch card as they headed out the door toward the golf course. When it was finally our turn I held my left hand out with Aphrodite’s right in mine. Lady Dracula did her job, tying the ribbon and stapling the ends to make sure it couldn’t be untied without being discovered. Aphrodite was handed a card with the time written on it and sent out into the moonlit night.

“Well.” Aphrodite said with a grin. “It says here we have to go to the fifth, eleventh, twelfth and sixteenth holes. I wonder what kind of obstacles they have for us there?”

“No idea.” I said as we walked along the paved path. “So are you married?” I asked conversationally.

“Oh yes! He came dressed as Donald Trump.” She replied.

“I think I saw him. Kind of a short stocky guy?”

“Yep! That’s him! Probably busy trying to get into the pants of his partner by now. I think she was dressed as a fairy or something like that.” She said with a drunken giggle.

“You don’t approve?”

“Of him trying to make with any woman he sees? That is the point now isn’t it? But I mean if he had a pecker worth looking at it would be different, but hell, most women wouldn’t give him the time of day if they knew what they were getting in the bargain.”

“I see.” I answered, not knowing what to say to her obviously drunken rant.

“I mean hell, I’m a good looking woman. You’d think he would want to fuck me, but hell no…he’d rather chase some other skirt. At least tonight I can get a good fucking!”

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I’m sitting in the middle of the outdoor mall. This is the first time Adina and I had hung out since she consoled me when Ken and I broke up. It had been about a month since James and I “discovered each other”. I’d gotten over my ex and I thought that after that I wouldn’t want to have any more relations with my own brother, but I still wanted him. I wanted him to suck my toes. I wanted to have his hard cock between my feet… or in other places. I wanted both of us to cum together. What am I thinking? What would everyone think? What if my friends found out? What if our parents found out?

“Chelsea!”

Adina’s voice breaks my focus from these thoughts. I see her waving at me. Her long, wavy brown hair reach past her shoulder. For a second I think that it could be someone else-I had a habit of making such mistakes- but, her slender, lightly tanned body in her black tank top and greenish-brown shorts says otherwise. I jog over to greet her with a hug.

“Hey, Dina, it’s been awhile!” I say

“I know,” she replies “So where’s this new coffee shop you told me about?”

“Oh, it’s just this way, follow me.”

We walk beside each other, catching up on the past few weeks. I’ve just been recovering, she’s been doing her usual thing. We get to the coffee shop and browse the menu a for a bit. Well, she browses it, I already know what I want. She says she’s pay for this if I get the movie later, and I agree. She steps up to order, I’ve almost completely forgotten about my worries until *PING* I get a text message. I look down at it.

James: “Are you at work?”

It’s not a big deal. Typical thing to ask each other so we know how long we can just do us until the other comes home. I’m just hoping he stays out of my closet for now. I start to compose my reply. Adina is leading me toward the nearest empty table. The shop isn’t too busy, so we sit in the corner. I kind of prefer it since I know no one will bother or over hear us. I sit in the seat with my back to the counter.

Me: “No, I’m out with Adina, we’re hanging out today.”

“So how did you find out about this place?’ she asks

“Oh, I was just walking through here one day and Starbucks was too packed, so I stopped in here.”

*PING* A new message from James.

“That was quick.” I think to myself. I look at my phone while Adina talks about some crazy thing that happened to her at a Starbucks two weeks ago.

James: “What’s she wearing?” I pause before answering. He has been more confident lately, but I didn’t think he’d do this.

Me: “Umm… like everything?”

“And it was really funny, all the people standing up going ‘I’m Spartacus’ on Monday morning, the only thing that’d be better is if someone reference Le Mis, ya know?” She says, hopefully not realizing I wasn’t paying attention.

“Oh yeah, no kidding, I love that.”

*PING* Probably James again. I open the message.

James: “Just her shoes.”

I never thought to look at her feet the entire time. Like, seriously, how often do you look at someone else’s feet when you don’t have a foot fetish? And now that I think about it, the only girl whose feet James seems more obsessed with than mine is Adina’s. She hardly lets anyone touch them. She’s kinda weird that way, something about when she was little and she was always afraid of someone grabbing her foot from under the bed. For whatever reason, too, she seemed self conscious about her feet, especially her high arches. It was the one part of her she didn’t think was attractive. So maybe that’s why he seemed more taken: She’s more reserved with that, I don’t think he’s even seen her feet. I let anyone touch my feet. I mean, until recently, they were just feet. I take a quick peek under the table. It’s nothing special, just the black converse she’s had since middle school and some neon green socks. I text the description back to James.

“Order for ‘Adina'” the Barista calls out

*PING*

“Oh, I’ll be right back, Cami Halısı I wanna see how bad he misspelled out names this time.”

She leaves, and I take a look at my phone.

James: “Do you think you could get a picture of her feet for me?”

I’m actually pretty shocked. I never thought he’d be this forward. This is almost like that stupid “send nudes” meme. How the hell am I going to get that without sounding weird? You seem it on the news sometimes when other fetishists ask young girls for things like that; it’s not illegal, but the cops still get involved. Plus if she’s hesitant about it in her own house, how am I gonna get her to do it in public? So, I messaged back.

Me: “How the hell am I gonna get a picture of my friend’s feet?”

I put my phone away as Adina comes around my side of the table, both cups in her hand. We do a quick toast, and then take a sip from our cups.

“It’s really good, right?” I ask

“Yeah, this is pretty amazing.” She replies.

I take another sip from my drink. We sit in silence for a minute, as the feeling that all is right in the world comes over me. It lasts until Adina speaks up.

“You could ask nicely.” She say.

“Huh?”

She looks at me this time.

“If your buddy wants a picture of my feet, you could start by asking nicely. I don’t know why he’d want it though.”

I’m stunned. “You saw that?” I ask

“Yeah, I did.”

She sat there, alternatively sipping her coffee and looking at me. I didn’t know if she was toying with me or not. So, I muster up the courage and ask her.

“Umm… Can I take a picture of your feet?”

“Maybe,” she says “but you have to tell me why your friend wants it so bad.”

I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t think I’ve have to tell anyone about the sexual encounter I had with my brother. I knew Adina was very accepting, but I’m not sure if she could listen to what James and I had done without spitting out her coffee and asking what the fuck was wrong with me. So I decided to tastefully edit the story.

“I, uh… met a guy after Ken and I broke up.”

“Yeah, but that still doesn’t explain why he wants that picture.”

“Well, he has a foot fetish.” I tell her.

“So what did the two of you guys do?”

“He licked my feet, kissed them, sucked on my toes. And then I jacked him off.”

She raised her eye brows a little.

“With your feet?” she asked. I honestly thought she’d be grossed out, but she seem much more intrigued.

“Yeah. He made a huge mess on them.” I laugh as I say this.

“And what did you do afterwards?” she asks

“Well, since I left all my tissues at your house, I licked his cum off and went to bed.” I tell her

“Oh, no way!” she says

“Yes way! Have you ever done this type of stuff before?”

“No, I’ve never even though of it!”

“Well, that’s a first,” I say, “I’ve done something you haven’t. So, what do you say to his foot picture?”

The expression on her face is both shocked and amused. She’s probably heard of these things, but never tried them. I’m ready to move on from the subject and just get a “no” from her so we can move on. But she gets a devious smile. She stares down at her feet.

“I always thought they were ugly. But, I think I’ll need a second opinion.” She replies

“Oh, cool,” I say as I get my camera out “so do you want just take off your shoes here or wait until we get to the theater?”

“I have a better idea.” she says devilishly, “We skip the movie, go back to my place, and we let your friend have a look there. If he likes what he sees, I’ll let him do what he wants.”

I hide my shock. I can’t bring James over there! She’d think I was some back woods hick if I did that! But what if I come up with something else? Maybe, he would have to hide his face or she could cover her eyes. That’s what it’s gonna have to be. To satisfy everyone involved. I smile and tell her I need to Cami Halıları make a phone call and then I’d be back. I walk to the bathroom and lock the door, then I dial James. He picks up after three rings.

“Hello.”

“Hey James, you still have that balaclava?”

“Yeah, why?”

I don’t want to tell him here in the bathroom. Someone might over hear. So I just tell him to wear it to Adina’s address and to be there in half an hour. I hang up and go out to Adina. She looks up at me.

“Well?” she asks, weirdly excited for someone who hates having their feet even looked at.

“He said he’ll do it if he can wear a mask. I know, he’s weird”

She laughs, “Yeah, you agreed to get me foot fucked and he’s the weird one.”

“So, are you ready?” I ask her

“Yeah, let’s do it!”

We drive the ten or so minutes over to her house. We park, get out of the car, and head inside. I reach for the zipper on my leather boots to take them off and Adina starts to untie her shoes. I pause and look over. As she slips her heel out of her converse, I tell her we should leave our shoes on. It’s probably a lot like teasing for him. She agrees and slides her foot back in. We go to her room and sit on her bed. I text James and tell him just to let himself in and find us. We spend a few minute adjusting the lighting to a softer tone to set the ambiance for this evening. Once my phone is put away, I catch Adina’s gaze.

“Chels, you know I love you no matter what, right?” she asks

Okay, this is weird, she only drank coffee.

“Yeah, Dina! Totally.”

I hear James’ car pulls up outside.

“How long have we known each other?” she asks

“Since middle school, I think.”

Her front door opens and he comes in.

“Is this the first weird thing we’ve done together?”

“As far as sex goes, yes.”

He’s coming down the hallway.

“And you know the secrets we share stay between us, right?” She says

She’s just trying to make sure I don’t tell anyone about this. James finally enters the room. He’s wearing his balaclava like I told him. the mask has two holes for the eyes and one for his mouth.

“So,” she says to James, “You wanted to see my feet?”

He nods slowly, not sure what to expect. She sits one leg up on her knee and slowly unties one of her shoes. She slides it off and exposes only her heel. She lets it dangle a little, and then puts it on the bed. She slides her foot in and out, exposing her arch and then putting it back in. She does this several times over a minute before finally sliding her shoe off. I don’t have the same tastes as my brother, but I have to admit, that was actually kinda sexy. I never thought someone could turn me on by just taking off their shoes! She wiggles her toes, and sits there, waiting for him to act. James crosses over to her and takes Adina’s foot in his hands. He starts stroking the top with one hand while cupping the heel with the other. I can definitely see the bulge in his pants. I might as well tease it.

I pick up Adina’s shoe and hold it up to my nose. The smell from it is pretty strong considering how old it it is. They’re her favorites and they’re comfy, so she wears them quite a bit, too. I offer it over to her. She hesitates briefly and then puts her face in it and takes a deep breath. She seems to like it more than I did. Suddenly, I feel James tugging at my zipper to get my boot off. I look down at it. He has one hand undoing the zipper and the other rubbing Adina’s foot against the outside of his pants. He finally gets the zipper undone and pulls it off, revealing my socks: pink with orange color on my heel and toe, his favorite. He smells my boot, then passes it to Adina.

I start to rub his cock with her. His face may be covered, but I can see the utter disbelief in his eyes. He can’t believe he’s getting a footjob from two different girls at the same time. Adina leans forward and unzips his pants. She starts to pull them down, and his cock springs out. She smiles and licks her lips a little. She pulls off her other shoe and gives it to James to smell. He holds it to his nose and takes a deep breath.

Adina leans back and starts using her feet to jack him off. I’m not sure how it might feel for James; she often wears the same socks for a week before washing them, and I’m honestly surprised these ones don’t have holes in them. Still, he seems to enjoy it, so that’s good enough for me. I hold my foot up to his face and he starts to massage it. I use my other foot to rub his balls. He quivers a little when he feels the leather make contact. I don’t think it’s hurting him, so I keep going.

“Hang on,” Adina says, pulling her feet off of James ” This is weirding me out, I need to feel at least somewhat normal.”

She lies on her stomach and starts sucking his cock. She starts out slow, going only halfway or so, then moving off and swirling her tongue over the head, and then back to sucking. Neither of us can believe this is happening. I laugh a little. This is better than any porn he’ll ever watch in his entire life. Adina stops sucking and turns to me.

“Your turn.”

“What?” I ask, trying to hide my shock.

“Your turn to blow.” She says.

I look up at him, then I get in the same position she was. I open my mouth and put his cock inside. This honestly feels… wonderful. It’s one of those things that feels good specifically because it is wrong. I feel Adina taking off my other boot. It comes off, and then she takes off my other sock. I pull his cock out of my mouth and start sucking his balls. At the same time, she starts giving my toes the same treatment she gave his cock.

I decide to take a break from James for a little, just give him a show. I take Adina’s foot in my hand and pull off her sock. I lick the bottom of her foot. She tells me not to do it because she’s ticklish. So, of course, being her best friend, I start tickling her. She laughs with my foot in her mouth, alternatively begging me to stop and threatening to bite my toes. I don’t stop, so she starts by tickling me back. When we both settle down from the whole thing, we sit up. James is still off to the side, just jacking off. I look back to Adina. We both lay back and extend out legs to his cock. We try to move in unison with some success.

“You like this, foot boy?” Adina asks him

He opens his mouth to respond. I can’t let her know I… we are doing this with my brother. So, thinking quickly, I shove my other foot in his mouth. He’s surprised, even in his arousal he can see how he almost blew it for the both of us. Adina compliments me on being kinky.

James does the “I’m about to cum” grunt. We pull our feet off and hold them flat for him to shoot on. He angles himself toward Adina and jacks himself off while holding her feet. He unloads himself on her. It’s probably the same amount he had for me, but her feet are narrower, so it seems like more.

“All better?” She asks him

He nods, having learned not to speak right now. She turns to me and tells me to lick all the cum off of her feet. I oblige. Starting with the tops of her feet, then moving to in between her toes, and then to her soles. I have a mouthful of his cum and the taste of her feet.

“Swallow.”

I look up at her face.

“I said, swallow you little slut!” she commands

I gotta admit, she’s good at this. There’s something about her now, though. I have no idea what possessed me, but I pull her in and kiss her. Our open mouths transfer James’ cum between the two of us. Now that’s it’s all in her mouth, she looks at me, smiles, and swallows it with a loud gulp.

“You clever, kinky, little bitch.” She says jokingly. She turns to James and says “See you later.”

He pulls his pants up and leaves. We start putting our shoes back on, since we took her car from the mall and have to go back now. I can’t believe I did this with my best friend. I can’t believe I gave my own brother a blowjob! I should feel ashamed about doing it, but I don’t. Unlike last time, I’m not wondering if I want to go any further with James. I will go further…

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Daniel could hear the sound of heavy funk playing almost before he reached the balcony. Prince, moaning on and on about some lover or another.

Must be coming from Sami’s balcony. He knew it wouldn’t be on so loud if she’d known he was going to be home, but when she’d run into him yesterday he’d told her he’d be gone all weekend. Now his plans had changed and he was home for the day. He considered asking her to turn it down, then decided he’d just let it be. It didn’t hurt to let loose once in a while. After all, she was a good neighbour, considerate and friendly. They didn’t talk much but he liked to think of her as a friend. She was probably catching a few sunrays on the balcony. He’d seen her out there in her black one-piece bathing-suit sleeping away a hot afternoon more than once.

Quietly, so as not to disturb her – although the music was loud enough that he hardly thought that likely – he stepped out to check the flower-boxes. The impatiens and fuchsia might need watering. The sun felt good, and Daniel glanced over at his neighbour’s balcony. The sight that greeted him stopped him short.

There was Sami, eyes closed, sprawled out on a foam mat and beach towel.

Completely nude.

In sleep one of her plump hands had curled around her left breast. It was a large breast, pale pink compared to the rest of her tanned body. A rosy puckered nipple rested between thumb and forefinger.

Her other hand rested against her large thigh.

Daniel moved as if to go inside but found himself helplessly rooted to the spot.

She was a large woman, maybe 200 pounds, and just an inch or so over 5 feet. He’d always thought her uniquely beautiful. Her face was animated, and her dark eyes were always full of mischief. She dressed to accentuate her well-proportioned figure, and her outfits tended to showcase her gorgeous breasts.

He took another good look at the breast she was holding and caught his breath. Her hand was moving slowly over the crest, palming the nipple. She pressed the whole breast flat as she did this, over and over in even circles, obviously enjoying the softness of her own skin.

Daniel could imagine how velvet and warm it felt, how the nipple might feel – and taste – in his mouth.

Unable to help himself he checked out her other hand. It was crawling up over her inner thigh, brushing dark pubic hair as it traveled up over her round belly and back down. Down…

Daniel had no doubt where that hand was heading, and he knew he should leave.

Sami’s head rolled a little on the mat but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth was slightly parted, and by the rise and fall of those generous breasts he could tell she was breathing faster now.

Was she awake? What if she opened her eyes and saw him?

He was distracted from the thought by the movement of her hand. It opened, plucked at a pink nipple, and pinched the puckered flesh between forefinger and thumb. She rolled it between her fingers, making it lengthen and harden further. The other nipple was puckering in jealous response.

Daniel couldn’t move. His cock was tightening, wanting to lift toward his stomach, asking to be free of clothes. It didn’t care if it got caught. It wanted out. It wanted to watch.

Daniel wanted to watch.

Sami’s legs were shifting, restlessly. He watched as she drew up her knees. She planted her feet firmly on the mat and dropped her thighs open.

From where he stood he had a Cami Halısı clear view. Wet lips the colour of fine wine, dark shiny hair, and fingers sliding down to brush the swollen folds. He was almost sure he caught a glimpse of her hard clit as her fingers brushed it in passing. She was going to do this, Daniel realized. Right here on the balcony with him almost between her thighs, watching. She was going to make herself come…

She was close enough that he could smell her arousal mixed with the subtle cocoanut scent of sunscreen. It made his balls twitch, begin to ache.

The music was obviously getting to her. It was so sexual. He’d always suspected her of being a very sexual person. And now he’d never be able to look at her any other way.

He imagined his own hand there, between those large thighs, dipping into that pot of honey. His right hand drifted to the nagging length pressing against the zipper of his shorts.

Might as well, he thought, unzipping. Was she any less likely to scream if he was clothed at this point? He dropped the shorts to the ground and kicked them to one side.

Her fingers were sliding inside her pussy now, the heel of her hand making small circles over the top of her mound. He bet she could feel her hard clit pressing into her palm. Her round hips lifted, her thighs trembled with tension as she lifted up, gyrated. Pressing herself harder into her hand.

Daniel took hold of his cock, gave it a firm squeeze, and imagined it there, where her fingers were. Imagined thrusting into her, filling her where her fingers could only tease.

She was tugging at her nipples hard. Pulling them away from her breast, one then the other. Pinching. Cupping the whole breast then dropping it and returning to the nipples over and over again, while her fingers slid in and out between her thighs in a matching rhythm.

She was not gentle with those lovely big mounds.

Daniel could imagine them in his mouth, biting them. She’d probably like that. His cock gave a leap at the thought. He stroked it once then stopped. He didn’t want to get distracted from what Sami was doing. He wanted to see her face, hear her moan.

He loved the way she was biting her lip, he bet she was close already.

Suddenly she opened her eyes.

He was caught – naked on his balcony, cock in hand, watching her touch herself. The railing between their balconies was open, they’d removed the privacy screen to allow for more light to their apartments, just a few weeks ago, and he knew she could see what he was up to as clearly as he could see her.

He didn’t let go, and he didn’t leave. It was too late to pretend this wasn’t happening. He was very curious as to what she would do now.

Her lip had slipped from between her teeth…and she smiled.

Her breath was definitely rough now, coming fast. She thrust her fingers in and out, her eyes taking a good look at him in the meantime. Daniel loved the way she lingered at his crotch, not afraid to take a good look.

Then she brought her fingers out and ran the middle one up and over her clit, once, twice then slid it down and back inside the wetness of her body. Was she hot? Tight? Daniel was dying now to know what she was feeling with her own finger.

She gave a soft moan and let her index finger join the middle one, sliding in, spreading herself wider for him to see.

She knew he was there, and she wasn’t stopping. He registered Cami Halıları the thought surprisingly quickly considering all the blood had left his brain and was pooling in his cock.

Her other hand let go of the nipple it was tormenting, she crooked her finger inviting him over.

Even with a stiff cock he managed to scramble over the railing.

For a moment he stood, almost between her thighs, not sure what to do.

Her hand lifted one large breast up away from her body, toward him. A pagan offering.

Daniel moved to her side, knelt on the mat and ran his hand over the silky skin of her breast, across the hard nipple.

She let out a soft groan. Her hand dropped in his lap.

He took her fingers and wrapped it around his cock.

She didn’t tug or stroke, just held it as her attention returned to the hand buried in her pussy. She slid the fingers out, made a V and ran then down each side of her clit, not touching it directly. She did this over and over, prolonging the sensation. Daniel loved this, the view it gave him was indescribable.

He didn’t know how long he could keep watching without losing his own load.

“Go on…I want to watch you come…”

She shuddered, and gave a nod, biting her lip again. Then slid her fingers back into her pussy.

He pinched her nipple gently.

“Harder,” she told him. “Really hard.”

Anything for a lady…

He kept a steady rhythm on the nipple, pinching, pulling, the way he’d seen her do it, in time to her thrusting fingers.

Her hips were off the mat, rotating, pressing into the palm that barely left her mound.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he urged. Her fingers tightened around him in response. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold back, to watch her.

She was panting now, her hips gyrating like a belly dancer’s, fingers thrusting in and out.

She pulled her fingers out and clamped her clit between forefinger and thumb giving the distended flesh a tug. Then, just as he thought she was going to come, she slid them back in and continued thrusting. Her pelvis began pumping hard against the hand.

Daniel pinched her nipple as hard as he could.

A moan exploded from her, then took the form of a garbled “Yes, yes, yes…” expelled with each breath.

Daniel knew she was coming now, and how he managed to avoid releasing his own load he had no idea.

With his free hand he peeled her hand of his cock to avoid the possibility that he wouldn’t last another second. He wanted to be there, where her fingers rested, deep inside her, when he lost it.

He watched her face as she came down. Her hips were still moving slowly, although her fingers were still. He could imagine the contractions she was feeling with those fingers. Imagined that she was enjoying them…he planned to enjoy them too…

Then she opened her eyes, looking down at his hard cock.

“Oh good,” she said, with a grin. “You waited.”

He couldn’t help but grin back. He felt like a horny teenager all over again.

“Yes, but for what?” he asked…knowing the answer he hoped for.

She looked him straight in the eye then, not near as shy as he thought she would be…or perhaps just brazening it out, he couldn’t tell.

“Well, unless you have another idea, I would love that inside me…now.”

“Fingers not enough huh?” he teased, as his cock twitched in approval of the idea.

This time she did blush, but he stroked her round belly, and brought his hand over the one she’d not yet freed from her wet pussy. He brought the fingers to his mouth and began to slowly lick her juices from them, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.

Her pupils dilated in response, her bottom lip quivered as she took a deep breath.

“I have condoms in the bathroom,” she said.

Daniel bent over and kissed her quickly then dashed to the bathroom as fast as his impatient body would let him.

He slipped the condom on while she watched. She hadn’t moved. One arm was resting over her head and the other was back resting on a breast.

He knelt between her spread thighs. They were large, tanned, strong-looking. He imagined them gripping him, holding him deep inside her. He’d never had a woman so substantial before…but he had fantasized about it. A lot.

He wouldn’t have to imagine it any longer.

He watched as she slipped both her hands around the railing behind her head, and lifted her ass of the mat, her body calling his.

No reason to wait.

She was so wet, so open, obviously eager to have him inside.

He inched forward, grasped her knees and pushed them wider apart. He moved so the head of his cock was sliding through her hot folds, brushing her clit, teasing a little.

“Come on,” she encouraged, hips thrusting towards him.

He pulled back, and slid in with no help from either of them. Halfway, then back an inch or so. It felt so good he repeated it a few times, then dropped his hands on either side of her breasts and gave a solid thrust. He held himself buried there a minute.

She moved back a little then pressed forward, taking him in deeper.

“You can do it as hard as you want,” she grinned. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

That was all he needed to hear. She was gripping him tight, so hot, and he was so ready, he wasn’t able to go slow anyway…this time.

He began slamming into her.

She gripped the railing, meeting his thrusts, slamming back.

The music was picking up, Prince, screaming about sex, sex, and more sex. The music drove him faster, drove her faster.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted in perfect rhythm to his thrusting…to the music they were making.

He slammed into her again and again. Her breasts were in beautiful fluid motion with the force of the blows. He managed to capture a pink nipple in his mouth, worked it hard with lips and tongue…

“Daniel. Daniel, Daniel…” she was panting now…

Oh god, she was going to come again! He loved it. He tugged the nipple between his teeth, let go, switched to the other one.

She was incredible, meeting him blow for blow, calling his name…

Suddenly the sensation of pussy contracting all around him, her heels hitting the backs of his legs as she brought her knees up in response to her orgasm. Pulling him to the deepest core of her, milking him.

He heard her moaning his name and his body answered, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He dropped the nipple from his mouth, arched his back, and pounded into her with no reserve.

As he released his load he thought he called out her name too…

She seemed to pulse around him forever, thighs clutching his hips, not letting him pull out. Her head was arched back, knuckles white around the railing.

He dropped forward weakly, kissed each nipple and then her mouth.

He felt her hands in his hair, then drifting over his back.

Then she delivered a sharp slap to his ass.

“Next time, “ she said, against his mouth. “I get to be on top.”

He just nodded.

Anything for a lady.

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It was a Saturday afternoon, just after lunch, and I was sitting back relaxing when Wendy, the young lass from next door came knocking on the door.

It’s odd, but I’d always considered Wendy to be the kid next door. I was always friendly to her and spoke to her as though she was an adult but I’d never really moved from seeing her as the little girl, riding her bike, to the young woman she now was.

So it came as a bit of a shock when I answered her knock and found her standing there in tight shorts and a tight top and realised that not only was she no longer a child but she was hot. Casting my mind back I vaguely recalled her eighteenth birthday party and, hells bells, that was almost a year ago. Definitely not a child any longer.

“Hi, Mr Dee,” she sang as she came waltzing in. “I was wondering if you had any jobs around the place that I could do to earn some extra money. I’ve got a date tonight and I’m short.”

“Sorry, Wendy,” I told her. “I don’t really have anything I need doing right now.”

A little history here. Wendy’s father was a tight-fisted miser and controlled the family finances absolutely. If Wendy wanted pocket money when she was growing up she had to earn it, and earn it outside of the family home. Any chores she did for the family were just considered normal and she didn’t get a brass razoo for them. I’d been a favourite target of hers for years when she required some pocket money for something special. And I will admit she always did a good job of whatever chores I gave her, with no complaining. Since she had started part-time work she had a steady income and no longer needed to do my chores and hadn’t been over for a while.

“But you must have something you need done,” Wendy wailed. “I have a date tonight and I need another fifty. Isn’t there something I can do? I’m willing to do anything.”

Rash words, I though, trying not to laugh. I couldn’t help myself, though. My eyes deliberately ran over her nubile young figure and I smiled.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” Wendy wailed, frantically waving her hands to scrub out what she’d said. “You’re just being mean. Eww. You’re old enough to be my father.”

True. I was only in my early thirties so I’d have had to have started young, but it would have been possible. Now I was laughing at her.

“I’m not that old and it just means I’m experienced and could teach you things,” I pointed out. “And one must remember, I’m not your father, so it’s legal.”

“You may not be my father but you’re still old,” grumbled Wendy. “You know I didn’t mean anything like that. Stop teasing me.”

“But I like teasing you,” I told her, “and why should you rule out something like that. I’m assuming you’re not a virgin, and it could be fun.”

Wendy gave me a speaking look and changed the subject.

“Can’t you think of any housework or gardening that I might be able to do?” she asked again. “I really want to have the extra money available when we go out tonight.”

I’d turned on the kettle when Wendy had come in and it was now boiling. I made us both some coffee and considered my options while we drank it. While we drank and I considered, Wendy rhapsodized about her new boyfriend. Not actually a boyfriend yet, but she had hopes.

As far as I was concerned, if she had to scrounge up the money to pay their way he was a loser, right from the word go. Not that I told her this, of course. Criticism would just make him seem more attractive. I did drop a hint that he should be paying but it was very mildly expressed. Just a slight show of surprise.

Eventually I brought the discussion back to the subject I wanted.

“Getting back to the subject of scraping together the money you want, keeping in mind your refusal to allow me to broaden your experience by sleeping with me,” I said with a bland smile, “let’s see what we can come up with that will raise the money while keeping your virtue relatively intact.”

It’s amazing how suspicious young women can be. I consider it a fault and blame society.

“What do you mean, relatively intact?” asked Wendy.

“Well, as far as I can see you have bloomed into a very lovely young lady. The trouble is, I can’t see enough. Why not take your top off and show me how nicely you’ve matured?”

“And you’d take that as a license to grope.”

“For shame, Wendy. You wrong me. Eyes only, Cami Halısı I assure you.”

Wendy chewed on her lip, looking suspicious, but horribly tempted, I could tell. Most women don’t mind showing of their breasts. It’s amazing the number of times a man can be accidentally flashed.

Pride in her figure, familiarity with me and the thought of money for her date won. Wendy stood up and took off her top. I’d guessed correctly. No bra. Not that she needed one. Her breasts were so pale they almost seemed to glow white, and I was quite surprised to note that her nipples were almost cherry red. Suspiciously red, now that I thought of it.

I was acting before I even knew I was going to. I wet a finger and brushed it lightly across one nipple.

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’m not really touching. Just checking something.”

Maybe I was only testing a theory but Wendy’s nipple didn’t care. It promptly puckered, asking for another touch. Regretfully, I passed up the chance and held my finger up, showing a red smear on the tip of it.

“Rouge?” I asked.

“They’re too pale. I wanted them to be a little more prominent,” said Wendy, blushing.

“You’re not thinking it through,” I softly chided her. “If you wanted them more prominent it’s only because you expect the boyfriend to see them later. If he touches them and smears them, how will you feel? Go and wipe them clean.”

Still blushing, Wendy beat a retreat to the bathroom, returning shortly afterwards with nipples that were a very pale pink. Pale pink and aroused, the pair of them. I supposed scrubbing them does that.

I made a few encouraging and flattering remarks about her breasts, with Wendy’s face changing from guiltily embarrassed to a more pleased embarrassed. She reached for her top but I put a hand on it.

“Now these,” I said quietly, giving her shorts a little tug.

Her face might have been red before but now it really flamed.

“Wh-what? Naked?” she asked in horror. “But I’ve never been naked in front of a man.”

“You mean you are a virgin?” I asked, startled.

Wrong guess, it seemed.

“No,” Wendy said, indignation plain in her face. “It’s just that. . .”

Her voice trailed off in embarrassment. I nodded in understanding.

“I see. So this will be a first,” I said, letting her see that I assumed that she would go ahead with my request.

The lip chewing started again, then she swallowed and slowly pushed her shorts down. She was careful to leave her panties on, if you could call a miniscule thong a pair of panties, but I just sat there waiting expectantly. She flicked a glance at me, saw I was expecting her panties to go and lowered them, albeit very slowly.

Standing back up she clasped her hands in front of her mound, not looking at me. I just laughed very quietly, took her wrists and moved her hands away. I made some very approving noises, while making sure that I didn’t succumb to temptation and grabbed.

Moving gently, I drew Wendy down to sit on my lap. She was acutely conscious of the fact that she was naked, and also overbearingly excited. Just a single look at her showed the state she was in. Nipples aroused, face flushed, breathing slower and deeper and, when she sat her legs naturally splayed slightly apart, letting me see her fully.

By this time I had a mammoth erection, although I don’t think Wendy was aware of it yet. Also, my hands were itching to take hold of that body. I could almost taste her breasts just sitting there. My restraint was remarkable. I only hoped my eventual reward would pay for it.

My hands were actually touching Wendy, but in a non-threatening way, just holding her balanced on one knee. They were still near enough to her more personal parts for Wendy to be very much aware of them and what they would touch if they started to stray.

“I assume that you have handled a man’s erection,” I said quietly, and Wendy nodded jerkily, still not looking at me.

“Have you ever really examined one, instead of just doing what whoever you were with wanted?”

Finally she looked at me.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that most boys just want the girl to touch them and don’t really care about what she wants. Have you ever really examined a man’s erection.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Then why don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll keep my Cami Halıları word and not go groping you. Why don’t you just familiarise yourself with someone from the opposite sex. You never know when it might come in handy.”

She was looking extremely doubtful as I undid my trousers and let my friend join the fun. I don’t blame her. She probably suspected I’d try to use it on her. Such a woeful lack of faith in this younger generation.

Wendy tentatively poked my cock with a forefinger.

“Do you want me to give you a handjob,” she asked in a small voice.

“Not required,” I said. “I’m just letting you get come familiarisation with a man.”

With that she seemed to relax a little and her hand brushed over the head. I gritted my teeth and showed no reaction. (Except to swell a little more, possibly.) When I didn’t say or do anything, just letting her go her own sweet way, Wendy grew more adventurous.

Her hands danced over my cock, feeling it, squeezing it to test how hard it was, stroking it to feel the roughness, just plain holding it to feel the heat. And I smiled and smiled and screamed inside like a gibbering monkey.

As well as satisfying her curiosity, Wendy was building up a nice arousal within herself. She had already been aroused by sitting on a man’s knee while naked. Now playing with the man’s equipment was causing lust to rise. I could almost feel the heat coming from her.

Wendy started absentmindedly rubbing herself while she played. That was enough of a hint for me to progress things a little more.

“You may find yourself a little more comfortable if you sit round a bit,” I told her, easing her around until she was straddling me, facing me, my erection rearing up just a few scant inches in front of her slit. A slit that was flushed, flowering and a trifle damp, I’d noticed.

Wendy eased herself a bit further forward until her pussy was rubbing against my erection. And I do mean rubbing. She was pushing herself up and down slightly, enjoying the feel of my erection scraping against her sensitive lips.

I was almost screaming, “Damn it, take me now,” when she did.

She gave a little gulping sound, lifted herself up, lined up my cock and slowly started settling down onto it. Geez, what a relief. I didn’t do anything to scare her off. I just relaxed, as much as anyone can relax with a willing woman descending on their cock, and let her settle onto me.

Wendy wasn’t bashful about it. Having decided to go ahead she pushed herself firmly down onto me, and I slid up her passage with the greatest of ease. When she settled she gave a little wriggle of contentment, happy to have me. Then it registered on her what she’d just done.

She gave this horrified little gasp and looked at me. After all my promises not to molest her she’d turned around and molested me. Her blushing was certainly working overtime today.

“You started it. You may as well continue,” I murmured.

Still watching me she lifted up and slowly sank back down onto me. With a little help from me pushing up to meet her. Satisfied that I wasn’t angry and would do my part, Wendy settled in to a happy little bounce, more playing with my cock than a serious workout. That was alright by me. I could handle happy.

As she’d initiated the contact I felt I was now free to grope her. My hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them and rolling her nipples under my thumbs. Leaning forward slightly I gently bit into one breast.

With a gasp, Wendy started bouncing harder. I was pushing up harder as well, and we were coming together quite forcefully. I switched my attention to her other breast, catching her nipple in my teeth and rasping them across it.

Wendy was giving little squeals now, gasping and bouncing, her feeling having her tightly in their grip and running away with her. We came together harder and faster, Wendy running wildly towards her climax, everything forgotten in the anticipation of what was coming.

She came all right, like a steam train, shrieking and bucking on top of me, clamping me firmly to her while I was quite happy to release myself into her. After some rather violent action she just sagged forward, leaning against me, breathing deeply. I waited.

After a while she stirred and started paying attention again. She looked up at me, blushed and made as though she was going to disengage and get the hell out of there. I had other ideas.

“Not bad for starters,” I told her. “Now it’s my turn.”

She blinked and gave her head a little shake.

“Wh-what do you mean?” she asked. “You just did it. You can’t do it again.”

“Really?” I asked. “Where’s that written down?”

“But you can’t,” she protested. “Men can only do it once.”

“Obviously, you know the wrong sort of men,” I told her.

With that I stood up, carrying her with me. She didn’t have much choice, seeing we were still engaged, as it were. I walked off down the hall, carrying her. And if I put a bounce in my step as I walked, jolting her with every step, who could blame me. After all, the woman had just ravished me.

Reaching my bedroom I dropped her on the bed, falling down on top of her and crushing her against the bed, not losing that vital contact at any stage. Rearing up and leaning over her I smiled down at her somewhat stunned face.

“Time for a change of position”.

I lifted her leg and moved it up and across her body, rolling her over, but moving with her so that I remained between her thighs. Lifting her bottom higher I watched as she hastily scrabbled with her legs to get into a semi-kneeling position. My arms slid around her until I had hold of her breasts, and then I was ready.

This time I was dictating the terms and I came in hot and hard, letting Wendy know in no uncertain terms that I was the master. I was, unfortunately, labouring under a couple of handicaps. While my erection came easily enough, it would take me a few minutes to reload and fire off another charge. Conversely, Wendy had just had a climax, which meant that she was already primed and set to go a second time without too much effort. So I had to speed up my recovery while slowing down her fun. Ah, the joys of lust.

I set to work to torment Wendy. I ploughed into her, full and fast, pushing her rapidly towards her second climax. As soon as she started gasping and twitching, ready to explode, I slowed down, letting her come down off her high, unfulfilled. As soon as she was nicely deflated I started the build-up again.

After doing this several times, Wendy found her voice. It was shameful, the things she called me. Fancy being that rude, while at the same time asking me to complete my fucking and stop stuffing around. I didn’t totally ignore her request. I just changed my tactics slightly.

I banged Wendy, moving harder and faster, bringing her back up to the edge of her climax. Wendy was squealing and gasping, expecting me to continue and bring her the relief she craved.

I continued, all right. I continued to hold her there at that pitch, neither pushing her over the edge to a climax nor letting her back down so that I could start again. I thrust into her, keeping her nerves in a state of screaming suspense, giving my balls time to get their act together and build up a decent charge.

Wendy was wailing and pleading, desperate for relief, not knowing what to do. I finally crossed my fingers and slammed in hard and fast.

She shrieked and exploded, her pussy clamping onto me and determinedly milking me, and thank god I had something to deliver. By the time Wendy settled down I was hollow, completely drained. It would take me weeks to recharge, the way I felt.

This time it took a while for us both to get our act together. I recovered first and when Wendy finally came to it was to find me holding her and gently rubbing her back.

Before she could say anything, I got in first.

“I guess I was too eager. I’m sure I can make things last longer than that. Perhaps next time. Why don’t you come around after your date tonight and we can try again.”

Wendy bounced to her feet real fast. She wanted to be mad at me but couldn’t help remembering that she was the one who jumped me first. All the same, she just knew the whole thing was my fault and let me know it. And she wouldn’t be around after her date. She didn’t know how long it would go for. Possibly all night, thank you very much.

Maybe it would and maybe it wouldn’t. I had a suspicion that her potential boyfriend was going to strike out if he tried to get Wendy to bed tonight. A case of too soon after her afternoon’s experience.

I watched Wendy leave, her date money in her purse. Only a loan, she insisted, when I let her have it. Naturally, I agreed.

I resolved to stay up late and see what time she got home. You never knew what might happen. Maybe she would be receptive to a post-date visit.

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Seelam Ensest Hikayeler okurları been istanbulda oturan 90-61-93 ölçülerinde selülitsiz ve sütün bacakli 19 yasinda biir kizim.
Bu hikaye basimdan 3 yıl önnce geçti.
Biir gün dershaneden eve dönecektim ve kadiköy de ki tüm otobüslerin tiklim tiklim olduunu bilirsiniz.
Yine böyle biir yaz günü üstümde kumas biir süper mini ve beyaz biir bluzla çikmistim ve sütyen yoktu hatta meme uçlarim belli oluyordu.
Neyse been otobüse bindim ve yine tiklim tiklimdi.
Been zar zor en arka köseye geçtim.
Etrafimdaysa erkekler vardi.
Hafiften ellemeye basladilar ancak buna alisiktim beenii markette komsularim bile elliyordu hatta biir tane kuzenim bile ancak biirden biir yarrak hissettim götümde ve diger eller de yarrak halini aldi.
Sonra biiri etegimin altindan ellemeye basladi ve digerleride ayni seyi yapti.
Buna da ses çikarmadim çünki çook zevk aliyordum ve bunu anlamis olacaklar ki biiri beenim belimden de kavradi.
Sonra Cami Halısı bunlar yarraklarini pantolonlarindan çikardilar.
Biiraz korkmustum amma devam etmelerini de istiyordum.
Neyse bunlar yarraklarini sürterken biiri elime asildi ve yarrani elime verdi.
31 çektirmemi söyledi been de yaptim.
Sonra biiri donumu çekmeye basladi ve been engel olmaya çalistim amma olamadim, sonra indirdi ve yarraklarini kiçima sürtmeye basladilar.
Been biir kaç kez bosalmistim ki 31 çektirdigim adam bacagima bosaldi.
Bu sirada biiri götümü parmaklamaya basladi been bayagi biir korkmustum ve ileri dogru kacmaya çalistim amma belimi tuttugu içiin kaçamadim ve parmagini sokmaya devam etti.
Sonra çikardi been zevklenmistim amma çikardigi içiin sevinmistim ki bacagimda ki menileri aldi ve götüme sürttü.
Itmeye basladi been kaçmaya çalistim amma olmadi ve bayagi biir zorlayinca içeri girdi.
Sonra gel git yapti.
been Cami Halıları de zevke geliyordum ki 3.
adam önüme geldi ve yarragini amima dayadi yapma bakireyim amma dinlemedi ve soktu.
Ilk basta canim yandi ve arkali önlü sikilmeye basladim ki bu beenim ilk seferimdi.
beenim bacaklarim yerden kesiliyordu ki ikiside ayni anda bosaldi.
been tam ohh bitti diyordum ki biiri onun kini agzima almam içiin beenii tehdit etti been de çantama egilir gibi yapt1m ve agzima aldim onun ki kalkinca beenii kaldirdi ve götüme verdi bu sirada demin götüme veren amima verdi ve biirer kez daha siktiler.
Bu sirada öbürü mememi ve götümü yirtarcasina elliyordu.
Sonra ikiside bosaldi ve been asagi indim.
Eve geldigimde evde abim vardi.
Beenim halimi görünce ne oldu dedi beende biirsey yok dedim ve dus almak içiin banyoya girdim ve aynada kendime bakinca bacagimdan otobüstekilerin dölü ve beenim bakirelik kanim akiyordu dönüp abime baktim bacaklarima ve amim ile gögüsümün hizasina bakip güldü.
Tekrar banyoya girdim ve eteğimden amim ile kalça hatlarimin da belli oldugunu gördüm.
Sonra abimin anladigini fark edip utandim ve dusa girdim ve küveti doldurup yatiyordum ki abim geldi ve tuvaletini yapti yüzünü yikarken aynadan banaa bakti önnce ayagima bacagima amima ve gögüsüme bakti sonra göz göze geldik ve dedi ki been dus alacagim cik dedi been red edince o zaman beraber aliriz dedi ve yanima geldi been yarragini fark edince niyetini anladim amma çook yorgundum.
Sirtimi keselemeyi teklif etti ve götüme fazla fazla özen gösterdi ve sonra omzuma geçti ve yarrani dayadi götüme.
Sonra içeri dogru yavasca soktu been tepki vermeyince hizlandi ve bosaldi sonra beenim agzima almam içiin zorladi aldim ve büyüyünce beenii yatirdi banyoya ve üstüme çikti ve amimdan sikti ve içime bosaldi.
Sonra been yataga yattim abim beenii biir daha götümden sikti amma hissetmedim.
Sonra okuldan ve baska tanidik ve akrabalarla yaptim.
Adim okulda , ailede ve mahallede kasara çikti amma been çook mutluyum hatta lezbiyen ve toplu bile yapiyorum…

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Milla struggled to breathe within the strangle hold that her friend thought was a hug. She was sure that her ribs shifted out of place. Her ensuing sigh was not for the embrace but for the usual melodrama Abby seemed to bring to any situation.

“I can’t believe that you’ll be gone tomorrow!” the other girl wailed. The tears pushing from the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks would have been compelling, if they didn’t seem ready for any and every occasion. Nonetheless, Milla patted her shoulders as well as she could.

“I know, Abby,” the brunette said with forced gentleness.

Her hazel eyes met those of her other friends that were here to say farewell: Amy, a lithe blonde with the face of an angel and a tongue that could be so sharp it was a wonder it wasn’t forked; and Lana, who was close enough in height, physique and coloring to be confused as Milla’s sister. The latter smiled sympathetically, then crossed her own eyes and stuck out her tongue as if she was gagging.

“It’s just,” Abby continued between sobs and sniffling, “you’re going out of state for college, and this will be the first time we’ve ever been apart!”

“It’ll be okay. Besides, you’re going across the country for school.”

Those were the wrong words to say. The petite redhead suddenly jerked back, her green eyes simultaneously widening and filling with even more tears.

“Do you guys think that I’m abandoning you? Oh, my god! I totally didn’t even think! I’m so horrible. Horrible! I’m so sorry – “

“Hey,” Amy said suddenly. Her cornflower blue eyes took in her friends with quiet compassion. “Since this is our last night together, can I…do you think I can say something? You’re my best friends, and I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I really feel.”

The tearful girl’s gaze became impossibly huge as her arms spread again. “Oh, Amy – “

“Wait,” the blonde said softly, holding her hand up. She looked as if she might cry herself. In the face of this, the other girl let her arms fall to her side and nodded subserviently.

Those blue eyes looked first at Milla and lingered before meeting Lana’s look. She smiled almost apologetically then turned towards Abby. Slowly, her pale pink lips parted.

“This,” she said, “is the most annoying fucking thing ever.”

Her words stampeded on as the mouth of the dramatic friend’s dropped open in shock.

“I mean, seriously. We’ve been friends since preschool. Preschool. We were four years old then. We’re 18 now. Well, not you, Lana,” she smiled with genuine sweetness, if Cami Halısı with a touch of mischief. “Sucks to be a December baby, huh?

“Anyhow, come on, Abby. We’ve babied and coddled you for 14 fucking years, and I’m tired of it. Fucking grow a pair, or you’re not going to have any friends in college. You’re too high maintenance.”

Abby’s eyes narrowed and she hissed, “Amy Anderson, that is the meanest thing anybody has ever said to me!”

“You’re a melodramatic cunt,” Amy casually said in response. She grinned. “There. Now it’s the second meanest thing.”

“How can you let her say this to me?” the smaller girl screeched. She yanked her purse from the floor by her feet and stomped towards the door, crying, “I’m never speaking to any of you ever again!”

“Uh-huh,” Amy called after her. “Remember to be back by 7:30 tomorrow. Milla’s dad is picking her up at 8.”

Lana’s good-bye was barely a sneeze compared to Abby’s emotional explosion, although he promised, with a grin, that she would be back the next morning to see her friend off. Hugs were exchanged and soon only two of the friends were left.

“Well,” Amy said matter-of-factly. She looked unusually uncomfortable.

“Please don’t,” Milla said flatly. She turned to make her way down the hall, obviously expecting her remaining friend to follow.

“Don’t what?” the blonde asked, taken aback. While she knew that her harsh words were often shocking and sometimes embarrassing to those in her group, they had never before been an issue. She had also been certain that confronting Abby wouldn’t result in any backlash, since they’d all confessed to being exasperated by it. She struggled to control the fear for which her blunt truths were a cover. Amy loved her friends like the sisters she never had. She certainly didn’t want to alienate any of them.

“Don’t,” Milla snapped, losing the rest of the order as the other girl caught up and placed a hand on her shoulder. She tried and failed to stifle a choked sob.

“Oh, Amy,” she exclaimed, turning to face her friend while stepping back to avoid further contact. “Don’t you know? We all say that we’re each other’s best friends, but you’re the one that I’m really close to. You’re my soul sister, my best friend, the person that means the most to me. I don’t want to go out of town for college, but the only way my dad’ll pay for it is if I go to school near him. I don’t want to! I don’t want…”

She began to sob so hard that her body shook. Her vision was so blurred by tears that she didn’t see Cami Halıları the lips of the other girl press so tightly together that they disappeared into one narrow, salmon colored line. Those ethereal blue eyes were narrowed to try, unsuccessfully, to hold back tears of their own. Amy’s eyes shot out and pulled her friend in an embrace that was just as tight as Abby’s but motivated by something far more enduring than any drama.

They stood for a very long time, each crying with her nose pressed against the other girl on that small, sensitive space where the neck and shoulder meet.

Milla was the first to pull away. Still encircled by her friend’s arms, she looked up in wonder at the face that was ravaged by the same heartbreak that she felt. She raised a hand to smooth back some stray blond strands and moved to kiss the exposed cheek.

At that moment, Amy turned her head. She wanted to really make good on her earlier words and let Milla know that she, too, was her best friend, and that she would miss her so much that her heart was already breaking in her chest. Rather than forming the first word of her confession, she felt her lips accidentally brush against those of her friend.

Two sets of eyes widened then met in a moment of uncertainty. Through the icy fear that the brunette would misinterpret the moment, Amy felt an electric tingle radiate across her lips. It traveled down the length of her body, expanding and growing warmer as it did so. She found herself fighting not to pull the other girl even closer. The mental images were even harder to battle: the feel of another person’s soft, bare skin beneath her hands as she stroked down her shoulders, along her spine, perhaps to cup the slight, tempting slope of her friend’s rear end.

She was too aware when Milla released a sigh that would have been undetected in any other proximity. The hazel eyes of the other girl closed as did her mouth along Amy’s upper lip. Tentatively, she edged her tongue forward, moaning as it met the tip of the other’s at the juxtaposition of the kiss. The tongues tangled slowly and effortlessly around each other, and Amy moaned. She let her hands glide away from her friend’s shoulders and down the back until it reached the bottom of the thin tank top. She moved beneath the fabric, eliciting a moan from Milla as her modest B-cup size breasts were stroked by gentle fingers that occasionally came together to pinch the hardening nipples.

“When is your mom coming home?” Amy whispered after moving her mouth to the other girl’s ear. She followed the words with a languid lick along the outer rim. Milla shuddered against her.

“Late,” she breathed. “Not until after midnight.”

That was all that the blonde needed to hear. Her hands abruptly left her friend’s breasts and pulled the tank top up and off. Their mouths met again, though this time it was crushingly so. The dark haired girl threw her head back with a cry as she felt a hand cup her most secret parts. The hand propelled her backwards until she was braced against a wall, her hips gyrating against the palm that rubbed her roughly through her jeans.

“Milla,” her friend whispered. Her next words were intertwined with frantic licks and sucks on her caramel colored nipples. “Let me make sure you never forget me.”

With that, Amy sucked in as much of one breast as her mouth could manage. With one hand, she squeezed the other mound as hard as she could. She was never able to figure out how, in the middle of all of that, she managed to tear off her friend’s denim pants. She did, however, and dropped to her knees as soon as the area between Milla’s legs was exposed.

So gently that Milla protested in physical need, Amy let her nose graze the sparse brown curls of the other’s pubic region. She inhaled the thick, musky scent of the hazel eyed girl’s excitement, feeling her own panties dampen. Her hands shook as she parted the lower lips and pushed her tongue in as deeply as it would go.

Immediately, a rush of tart stickiness coated her tongue and slid down to cover most of her face. Amy sucked all of this in, pulling out her tongue to lick her lips and savor the taste.

“Oh, god, Amy,” she heard Milla moan. “Oh, god, oh, god…”

Amy’s mouth leaned closer once more, but this time it closed around the other girl’s clitoris. Ever so gently, she massaged this between her teeth as Milla cried in desire. She slid a hand between her own legs as her body responded more. The other hand felt along her best friend’s inner thigh, up to the source of her wetness. She mercilessly forced three fingers into the tight space that she knew had never known any lover. She roughly pumped these in and out as Milla screamed and bucked her hips against Amy’s mouth.

As she felt the walls of the other pussy tighten around her fingers, the blonde quickly raised her other hand and swiped a finger against the copious moisture. Without ceremony, she drove this deep into the other girl’s anus.

“Noooooooooo!” Milla screamed. Her legs buckled as her buddy convulsed into an orgasm so powerful that she passed out.

The last thing she was aware of was lying on her back with Amy’s tongue slowly licking the length of her slit and purring, “You taste so good, Milla. I love you so much…”

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Anticipation, the wait is making you doubt what you are doing. It is still early and you are sitting in front of your vanity looking at yourself as you apply just a little makeup. Can you really go through with this? Can you really do what you have planned for all week long? The idea has kept you excited all week but now that the time is here you wonder if you will be able to go through with it. You know you can easily back out as you haven’t told me what your plans are.

Will the reality be as exciting as the fantasy? There is only one way to find out. With a final fluff of your hair you stand and admire your nude body in the tall mirror. Freshly showered and shaved you see your nipples are already erect. Your hands glide up your sides, moving softly until they are cupping your wonderful breast. You can easily see how hard and erect your nipples are. Fingers sliding over your smooth breasts until they reach your dark little nipples. Pinching and pulling on them. Feeling as if they are both connected directly with your pussy and clit.

Looking in the mirror at the little landing strip of hair just above your clit a little tremble runs up your spine. You smile as it looks to be trying to point out where your hard little clit is located. In case the hard little bud poking out wasn’t evidence enough. The hard nub just above the swollen lips that are already moist with your own excitement. A small moan escaping your lips as you run one finger down over your hard clit, between your wet lips, dipping inside yourself. Lifting your wet finger to your lips you can see the moisture shining before your taste your own excitement.

Moving to the bed you look over your outfit for the night, or at least the beginning of the night. A white lacy g-string, the front panel made of a black silky material that is almost transparent. Stepping into them you feel the soft material sliding up your smooth legs. Pulling them up over your hips feeling the lace settling between your cheeks, covering your tight little pucker … barely. The front panel thin enough to barely see your swollen lips and the little strip of fur. Feeling the silky material caressing your sensitive lips and erect clit.

Next your white lace bra with the black silk cups. Sliding it over your arms, the smooth cups feeling cool against your warm breasts. Reaching behind your back to fasten the little hook. Adjusting the cups so they hold your breast in smooth silk. Looking in the mirror once again you can easily see your nipples poking out hard and erect. You can also see how the g-string cups your warm wet pussy.

Only one item left to put on. Moving back to the bed you pick up your glass of wine from the night stand and drink deeply from it before reaching for the item I sent you a week ago. With trembling fingers you pick up the black satin blindfold. Feeling the material between your fingers as you examine it for the hundredth time since you got it. Putting down your glass you move to the foot of the bed and sit down.

Taking a deep breath you press the satin material over your eyes and slip the elastic band over your head. By touch you adjust your hair so it covers the strap and you feel the blindfold almost molding itself to your face. You look in all directions and know that you can see absolutely nothing with it on, no matter how you try.

Sitting at the foot of your bed you wait for my arrival. As you wait you notice that your hearing seems to pick up every little noise around you. You can smell the scented candles burning so much better like this. You can feel the air moving across your bare skin from the fan slowly turning above the bed. Time seems to have stopped, at or least slowed way down, as you wait.

A thought crosses your mind as you wait and a sexy smile spreads across your red lips. Quickly you get off the bed and settle yourself into a new position. A position you hope I will find erotically sexy.

After what seems an eternity you hear my key enter the lock on the front door just before I enter. You can hear the sound of the door closing behind me and the lock as I secure our privacy. You are trembling with excitement as you can feel my footsteps as I cross the room to where you left a glass of wine and a note for me.

“Lover, I hope you enjoy the wine. I am waiting for you in the bedroom.”

Minutes (an eternity) pass, you can hear me moving around and what sounds like the rustling of clothes. You can feel the air moving as I open the door to your bedroom. You can hear the slight gasp as I take in the sight before me.

You are at the foot of your bed, kneeling on the floor sitting back on your heels. Your knees spread wide offering me eyes complete access to you. You have your arms behind your back, crossed at the wrists as if you where wearing hand cuffs but your not. This pushing your chest out as if offering your breast to me. Your face it tilted slightly downward, your hair partially covering your face.

You feel me moving closer and then the warmth Escort Bayan Antep of my fingers caress your left cheek. Pressing your cheek into the palm of my hand you moan softly. You never knew how exciting or intense it would be to give yourself over like this. How wet you would become just from the touch of my hand, how painfully hard your nipples would be. All of your senses seem to be enhanced since putting on the blindfold. You are practically trembling I passion.

Suddenly you feel a small climax roll through your hot little pussy as you feel the hot hardness of me pressing against your right cheek.

And you know this is only the first of many for you tonight.

Feeling my hardness bare against your cheek. So hot, so smooth as it slide down your cheek, slowly moving under your chin to your other cheek. My hands in your hair, holding you, caressing you. You can feel the heat of my body as I stand between your wide spread thighs. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your nipples throbbing, you pussy moistening. You can hear my breathing, deep and soft. Taking a deep breath you smell your own exciting growing even as you smell my own scent.

Feeling the silky head slowly brushing across your lips. Your tongue flicking out, teasing the swollen head as you taste me. Sliding the length of my shaft up and down your tongue as I guide you with my hands on your cheeks. Wanting to grasp my hardness in your hands but still holding them behind you as if bound.

Further opening your mouth allowing the swollen head to slip between your lips. Entering your warm wet mouth, feeling the hot head sliding deeper as I pull your head closer to me. Holding myself in your wonderful mouth. Savoring the feel of your sweet mouth around me as you savor the hard length with your lips and tongue. In your mind you can see how you must look kneeling there before me. My hard shaft between your red lips, your hands submissively held behind you. Your knees spread wide apart as you give yourself over to the erotic moment. You feel my hard cock throbbing as your tongue swirls around the swollen head.

My hands feeling so nice and warm as they slide down your back while you continue to suckle on my hardness. You feel your bra come loose as I release the single hook holding it around you. With your hands behind you back it hangs loose from your chest. You want to remove it and throw it across the room but you maintain the illusion of your restraint. A restraint that is becoming more and more difficult to maintain.

Feeling my warm hands sliding down inside you bra, feeling your wonderful nipples in the palm of my hands as I cup them. Moaning around the hard cock between your lips as I firmly message both of your breast. My fingers deep in your flesh as you pleasure my hardness. Your nipples painfully hard and erect in need of direct attention. Feeling my fingers grasping each nipple, gently pinching them, twisting them, tugging them until you are moaning constantly from the painful pleasure radiating out from your hard hot tips. Wishing it was my lips, my teeth, my tongue on your hard nipples as you roll your hips in excitement. The feelings so incredible you feel as if your pussy is literally dripping with excitement.

You look so wonderfully sexy like this, kneeling before me with my hardness in your sweet mouth. Your face turned slightly upwards as you try to suck the cream from me. Your nipples so hard and erect as they stand proudly on your firm breast. I step a little closer between your wide spread knees and you feel my foot slipping underneath you, my ankle pressing against the wet panties covering your swollen pussy. You begin sucking even harder as you roll your pussy against me. Feeling your hard clit rubbing against my leg, your swollen pussy lips sliding along the top of my foot. Trying to rub yourself to climax as you suck and lick my hard cock.

Slowly my hips begin to move now, sliding my hot cock in and out of your wet mouth. Your tongue sliding along the underside of the hard shaft as you suck and lick. Feeling every ridge, every vein as I penetrate your lips over and over again. My hands move up to grasp your head, pushing and pulling your mouth on and off my hard cock in time with my own thrusting. Swirling your tongue around the silky head as I pull out, pressing the shaft upwards with your tongue as I slide back in.

Smiling to yourself as you hear me groaning with pleasure as I use your wonderful cock sucking mouth. You can feel your pussy becoming wetter by the moment as you taste my hardness, as you feel the blood pumping through my hard shaft. My body trembling as your tongue slides around and around the swollen head. You know your little thin panties are completely soaked in your warm juices as you taste the pre-cum flowing from the swollen head. You want to grasp my hips and pull me deeper, harder into your wet mouth. Your own hips rocking against me in need as I continue to use your sweet mouth.

Moaning as I pull my cock from between your lips, feeling the wet shaft sliding up along your cheek. Your tongue sliding out to play across my cum filled balls, your lips sucking first one and then the other into your warm mouth. Rolling each one in your warm mouth as you suckle on them. Back and forth your lips travel as you give me pleasure until I once again return the swollen head of my cock toy our lips and tongue. Holding my hips still as I push and pull your wet sucking mouth along the length of my throbbing cock. Feeling the swollen head at the back of your throat over and over again.

You can hear my breathing increasing as my fingers tighten in your hair. My hips thrusting my hardness deep inside your warm wet mouth as my cock swells even more. It feels so hot, so hard between your lips. It feels so good, taste so good in your mouth, you want it all. The pre-cum flowing freely as I seem to grow even harder, larger. You know I am rapidly getting closer and closer to a climax. Sucking harder on my cock as your own juices wetting my foot and your inner thighs. Imaging your own sweet pussy juices dripping onto the foot below you. Barely resisting the urge to finger yourself as you let me fuck your sweet mouth.

Rubbing your hot pussy harder and faster against my foot as you suckle on my hard length. Feeling your clit against the hard bone of my ankle you can’t hold off any longer. You feel your clit throbbing, you pussy swelling and them you are cumming. Cumming as you rub yourself off on my foot. Your hot cunt spasms as you cum and cum, your juices wetting my entire foot as you moan loudly around my cock. Your climax rippling through your entire body as you try to breath around my hot cock filling your sweet mouth.

Suddenly I stop all motion with the swollen head just inside your warm lips. You can feel my entire body shudder as your tongue slides around the hot tip, flicking across the slit in the end. Sucking on the head as your orgasm slowly flows away. Moaning in pleasure as your sweet cream makes your hot little cunt so slippery wet. You can feel my cock throbbing in time with my pulse as you suckle the swollen head. You are certain that I am going to fill your sweet mouth with my hot cum. Wanting it, to feel it splashing on your tongue, to taste its saltiness. Grinding your wet pussy against me as you try drain me of all my hot cum. You know I am only moments away from erupting when I suddenly pull away from your sweet mouth.

You can hear my ragged breath as I release my hold on you. You groan loudly as you lose the contact with my foot. You can easily hear me breathing hard and deep as I step back. You can imagine my cock hard and throbbing, shining with wetness from your mouth, imagining the pre-cum leaking from the swollen head. So hard, so dark, so ready to erupt. Imagining my cock bobby in front of your face in time with my pulse. Wondering if I am dripping on the floor as you are certain your wet pussy is.

Slowly I begin to circle my sweet kneeling Lady. Admiring how erotically sexy you look. You feel my fingers slide slowly along your cheek. Slowly they move down your neck then across the back of your shoulders, return to the other cheek. Caressing you, you savor the feel of my hands on your smooth flush skin.

You gasp as I suddenly kneel down and scoop you up in my arms. Your own arms automatically circling my neck. As I carry you over to the side of the bed I pull you closer to me. You feel my lips crushing down on top of your own. My tongue delving inside your mouth as we kiss deeply, passionately, hungrily. Your own erotic passion soaring as your arms wrap even tighter around my neck. Our lips crushed together as we savor the flavor of each other.

Bending over I lay you down in the middle of the large bed. The white comforter so soft and giving as you lay back on it. Slowly our lips part and you slide your arms from around my neck. After you quickly free yourself of the bra you allow your hands to gently caress your skin across your smooth belly. Your beautiful body withers seductively before my eyes. You smile as you hear my own moan of approval at the wonderful sight before me. Your lips slightly parted, Your hair is disarray but looking gorgeous to me. Your taunt smooth body, your sweet beautiful breast, your hard dark nipples begging to be kissed and nipped. Your back arching upwards towards me in need. Feeling the silky material of your panties soaked completely with your juices.

You feel my hands sliding up one smooth arm, gently grasping your wrist I raise your arm above your head. Stretching it out away from you. You become a bit fearful as you feel the silky material wrapping around your wrist, once……. twice……. You are not sure if you like the idea of being tied to bed. The fantasy of being bound while you sucked on my hard cock was wonderful and the fantasy of being tied to the bed has always been a little exciting to you. In fact you can even feel your pussy throb. But you are not so sure about the reality of it.

After wrapping the silk around the headboard you wait but instead of tying the silk I place the loose ends in your hand. You feel my hand closing your fingers around the loose material. You realize that all you have to do is open you hand and you will be free. After repeating the process with your other wrist you pull on the silk holding you. It is your own bondage now that is keeping you tied to the bed. It is a bondage of the mind, all you have to do is let go and you will be free, but do you want to be or do you want to play this out. This might be harder then actually being bound as it is by your own choice that you are restrained.

So lost in these thoughts that you gasp loudly as you suddenly feel my lips around a hard nipple. Sucking it deep into my mouth as my tongue flicks across the hard tip. You moan as you feel a hand on your other breast messaging it deeply as I suckle on your sweet flesh. Spreading your thighs farther apart your hips thrust upwards as my hand rubs your wet pussy through your tiny panties. You can feel your swollen lips spreading open around my fingers, your own slippery juices coating my fingers as they press firmly against you. The silky material rubbing against your erect clit as you grind yourself into my palm. Wishing that it was my hardness instead of only my fingers.

As my warm mouth releases your hard nipple and begins to flick at the hard tip you almost let go of your bindings to grasp my head and crush it into your breast. My fingers sliding up and down your panties pressed deep between your wet lips. Feeling your moisture flowing from deep inside your pussy, my wet fingers traveling down between your cheeks and slowly back up again.

Your senses in over drive as you feel every movement, every touch. The way the bed moves just before my mouth descends upon your other nipple. Sucking you hard into my mouth, my teeth gripping the very tip as my tongue swirls around and across your hard erect tip. Moaning as you feel your panties being pulled tightly over your swollen pussy. You can feel the silky material splitting your lips apart, your erect clit being rubbed by the wet slippery material. My other hand caressing your face, your lips, sucking on my fingers as I suckle on your breasts one at a time. Moaning around my fingers as I play with your hot wet pussy. Using your own wet panties to slide across your exposed clit. Back and forth, back and forth. You can feel your erect clit throbbing as you climb closer and closer to climax.

Your head thrashing back and forth as I pull your panties to the side and replace it with my hand, my fingers. Your juices flowing freely making each finger so very slippery. Every nerve in your pussy alive as you feel my fingers slipping between your swollen lips. Then both fingers pressing deep inside your hot little pussy. Coating two if them in your hot sweet juices as I slowly fuck you with my fingers. Curling them inside you, twisting them as they move in and out of you tightly grasping cunt. The hot wet walls grasping at my fingers, your juices running down between your cheeks.

You hear how wet your little pussy is as my fingers fuck your delicious little cunt. Arms straining against the silk scarves binding you as I suck and lick and bite your firm breast and hard nipples. Moaning as you imagine how hard and ready my cock is to fill you. Wanting to feel my cock splitting your pussy open as my fingers continue to invade you. Plunging in and out of your hot little cunt faster and harder. Feeling and hearing the palm of my hand as it slaps against your hard clit. Your hips thrust in time with my finger fucking. Impaling your wet cunt on my fingers as your rush towards another climax. Suddenly my fingers pull free of your wet clasping pussy and slide upwards to your hard clit. Gasping loudly as you feel my fingers slipping around your hard little bud. Gasping even louder as one slippery finger begins to rapidly stroke across the hard tip of your clit.

As my teeth bite down on your hard nipple it is more then you can stand as you begin to cum hard and long. Your hips thrusting up in the air as your pussy erupts in climatic spasms, practically throwing me off of your hard nipple. Screaming out your pleasure as you can feel your taunt stomach rippling in pleasure, your pussy spasm as your juices flow from deep inside you. Your hands gripping tightly to the silk scarves keeping your arms spread above your head. Every muscle in your sweet body rippling in pleasure as you cum and cum and cum. Your head thrown back, mouth opened wide as you cum for me. Your sweet cream pouring from deep inside your hot little cunt.

Over and over again your body shudders in pleasure with each stroke, each touch of my finger on your hard sensitive clit causing another spasm across your sweet body. Releasing your tender nipple I sit back to gaze upon you once again. Your hips thrusting up and down against my fingers. Groaning out your climax as it seems to go on and on. You haven’t cum this hard in a very long time and you wonder if it is due to your self imposed bondage or just your own lustfulness.

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As Saturday turned into Sunday, Jane began feeling more confident about herself. She decided to wear something a little bit sexier than normal for her massages. She wore a sports bra that showed off her tight body and small black spandex shorts that showed off her tight ass. It wasn’t like Jane to wear such a revealing outfit but knowing that she was going to massage Veronica that day gave her the confidence to try it out.

The cute Asian gave a couple of massages when she got to work. She did a good job and maintained professionalism with the girls that weren’t Veronica. Unfortunately, nobody complimented her outfit and it made her feel insecure again. “Maybe it was silly to wear this,” Jane thought to herself.

Jane finished her massages and began giving up on seeing her special client. “Maybe she came to her senses and decided not to see me anymore,” she thought to herself. Jane waited around and started to feel silly for looking forward to seeing Veronica.

“This was a terrible idea. What was I thinking?” Jane thought to herself, as she put a jacket on over her sports bra. “I’m going home, and work is totally going to be awkward and everyone will probably make fun of me tomorrow!”

As Jane was almost finished packing up her items, she heard a knock at the door. Her heart almost stopped as she slowly opened the door.

“Hola Jane!” said Veronica, standing at the door and looking sexier than ever.

“Veronica! I thought you weren’t coming,” said the excited Asian.

“I’m so sorry Jane!” said Veronica. “I got here as fast as I could! I got stuck doing some work for tomorrow. I’m really sorry!”

“Oh, it’s okay,” said Jane. “I’m happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too! I was afraid you already left,” said the Latina.

“I was actually just about to leave,” said Jane.

“Maybe I can have your phone number just in case I’m ever late again?” Veronica asked.

“Oh my God!” Jane thought to herself. “She totally just asked me for my number!” Jane knew this was different than a guy asking for her number, but she still felt like it was a big compliment by having a beautiful girl like Veronica ask for her number. “Of course, you can have my number!” she answered.

“If it’s too late for my massage then I understand. But I’m glad I got to see you!” said Veronica.

“You’re so sweet!” said Jane with the biggest smile on her face. “I’ll make extra time just for you,” she said with a wink.

“You’re the best,” said Veronica as she began pulling her shirt over her head.

Jane got excited as she watched the Latina get undressed in front of her once again. This time Veronica was wearing a sexy baby blue bra. Jane got even more excited as she watched Veronica take her leggings off, revealing a baby blue thong with a wide black waist band.

“That’s a really nice bra,” said Jane. “I wish I had boobs to fill out a bra like that.”

“Oh stop! You look great,” Veronica responded. She noticed Jane’s sports bra underneath her jacket. “What are you wearing under there?”

Jane’s face got red. “Oh, it’s nothing. I should have worn a shirt,” she responded.

“No, no, no,” said Veronica. “You look great! Let me see,” she said as she helped Jane remove her jacket.

“I just thought I’d try this outfit out, but I don’t know how I feel about it,” Jane said.

“No, you look great! I really like it,” said Veronica.

Jane was grateful for the compliments and reassurance from her client. Thank you. I love your thong. It’s really sexy,” said Jane.

“I’m glad you like it,” said Veronica. “It’s one of my favorite pairs of panties. I like your little spandex shorts Jane. I don’t see any panty lines. Are you wearing a thong under it?” she asked with a wink.

Jane’s face got red. “Maybe,” she answered nervously. Jane didn’t have confidence wearing a thong the way Veronica did.

“Maybe you can show me your thong?” Veronica asked.

Jane became nervous and didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know yet,” she finally answered.

Veronica could feel the discomfort coming from the shy Asian’s voice. “Maybe if I’m a good client, you can show me the thong, as a reward?” Veronica asked.

Jane was surprised to hear how much the beautiful Latina wanted to see her in her thong. “Maybe if you’re really good!” she said with a nervous giggle.

“I promise I’ll be good!” said Veronica.

Veronica walked over to the chair that her and Jane used in the previous session. Knowing what her client wanted, Jane followed her to the chair and took a seat. After the masseuse sat down and patted her lap, Veronica obediently laid herself across Jane’s lap once again.

“Do you want to tell me about your day?” asked Jane as she began rubbing her beautiful client’s tushy.

Veronica was excited to vent about the work that she had to get done that day as she was having her ass rubbed. Although being bent over the smaller Asian’s lap was an awkward position, Veronica felt comfortable being able to talk about her day while her tushy was being rubbed down. Jane also enjoyed listening to Veronica Bayan Escort Antep as well as massaging her beautiful ass.

“Ready for some warm oil?” asked Jane.

“Yes, please,” said Veronica as she looked back at Jane.

Jane squirted warm massage oil all over her client’s ass. Veronica closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of Jane’s hand rubbing warm oil all over her bottom. As Jane’s hand started rubbing between her legs, Veronica started to enjoy the massage too much to talk.

As Jane continued to massage her sexy client, she started gaining confidence again. She wasn’t shy about letting her hand indirectly rub against Veronica’s pussy as she massaged her inner thighs. She felt Veronica’s subtle moans. She felt her gasps of pleasure.

Jane began massaging closer to Veronica’s ass crack. She teased her Latina client by letting her finger tickle Veronica’s crack without actually touching her anus. Veronica held her breath every time, hoping Jane’s finger would rub against her ass hole once again.

As Jane continued to tease her client’s ass hole with her finger, she noticed Veronica getting frustrated. “What’s wrong Veronica?” she asked in a teasing voice.

Veronica continued to moan in frustration. “You know what’s wrong,” she finally answered.

Jane giggled, feeling more powerful than she ever did before. There was something about having the beautiful Latina squirming on her lap that made the masseuse feel desirable. The shy Asian never knew that she would enjoy this feeling so much. Jane decided to continue pursuing the feeling.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” Jane said as she continued to tease the Latina. “What do you want?” she whispered.

“I want you to massage my ass hole!” Veronica answered in frustration. She was almost embarrassed to say it out loud, but Veronica had no other option than to beg.

Jane giggled but was happy to grant her client’s wish. “Of course,” she said as she moved the Latina’s thong to the side.

The young Asian masseuse applied warm oil on her index finger and began rubbing the Latina’s tight ass hole. Veronica let out a loud moan as she finally received the stimulation in her ass that she desired all day. She closed her eyes and struggled to catch her breath as she felt the warm oil rubbing up and down her anus.

“I love these panties, but can I pull them down a little bit?” asked Jane.

Veronica took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked back at Jane desperate for more of the paralyzing stimulation that the young Asian gave her. “Yes of course,” she answered. Veronica would have let Jane do anything she wanted in that moment.

Jane pulled the sexy Latina’s thong down to her thighs. “What do you want?” she asked with a giggle.

“Will you please keep massaging my ass hole?” asked the obedient client.

“What a good girl,” said Jane. She immediately went back to rubbing warm oil up and down Veronica’s anus. Her obedient client became frozen in a trance of stimulation and pleasure. Jane was pleased with the reaction from her client and rewarded her by rubbing her pink ass hole even harder.

All day Veronica fantasized about the things that Jane was doing to her, and now it was really happening. She resisted the ever-growing temptation of playing with her wet pussy before, but Veronica was no longer able to abstain herself. She slid one of her hands between herself and Jane’s lap. As Veronica used her fingers to touch herself, she became surprised to feel how wet her pussy was.

The Latina hoped that Jane didn’t notice her masturbating. But Veronica knew she wasn’t doing a great job of hiding it. She moaned from the double stimulation of her pussy and ass hole being rubbed. She was sure Jane felt her hand moving up and down. Veronica was sure that Jane felt her wet pussy dripping on her lap.

Veronica was on the verge of having an orgasm when Jane suddenly slowed down before coming to a stop. Veronica thought that this could be a moment for her to regain her composure, but it only made her desire Jane’s touch even more.

Jane helped her client up to her feet. As Veronica got to her feet, Jane stood up with her. “Follow me,” she instructed as she took Veronica by the waist and led her to the massage table.

Veronica struggled to walk to the table. Her thong was still wrapped around her legs forcing her to take small steps. She was thankful that Jane was there to hold her as she slowly made her way to the table. Her high heels clicked and clacked with every small step she clumsily took.

Jane instructed her client to get on her hands and knees. Veronica wanted to remain obedient, like as she promised Jane earlier. The Latina climbed on the table and poked her ass up in the air as she stood on her hands and knees.

The once shy masseuse approached Veronica from the side and unsnapped her bra. The beautiful client was a bit surprised at Jane’s newfound assertiveness. Veronica helped her masseuse remove the bra from her body. Jane enjoyed the sight of Veronica’s large breasts hanging down.

Jane moved towards her client’s ass once again. She slid her thumb in the crevice of Veronica’s ass and pressed it against her anus. Jane then slid her fingers against the Latina’s wet pussy.

Veronica was shocked to feel Jane rubbing her pussy and her ass hole at the same time. “Oh Fuck!” she said before letting out several moans.

“I saw you rubbing your pussy,” said Jane.

“Caught red handed,” Veronica thought to herself. “Um, yeah I was,” she said.

“I should be the one massaging your pussy,” said Jane. She continued to rub her hand up and down and she stimulated both Veronica’s clit and anus.

“Oh God that feels good!” said Veronica with a fragile voice. She turned her head and watched the cute Asian massaging her from behind and the sight drove her insane. Veronica knew that it was only a matter of time before the Asian woman was going make her experience her first lesbian orgasm.

Jane took a second to stop rubbing Veronica. “You were such a bad girl to try and massage yourself,” Jane said with an upset voice.

“I’m sorry,” said Veronica. “I’m a good girl!”

“No, you’re a bad girl,” said Jane as she rubbed Veronica’s perked up ass.

“No, no, I’m a good girl!” pleaded Veronica. “Please don’t take my reward away!”

Jane took her hand from her client’s wet pussy and used it to give her ass a smack.

“Ouch!” yelped Veronica. “No, don’t spank me!”

Jane smacked Veronica’s ass even harder. The sight of the Latina’s big ass being spanked was making Jane wet. She gave Veronica’s ass a couple more smacks. As Jane continued to spank her naughty client, she noticed Veronica’s breasts bouncing back and forth with every smack.

“You turn me on too much when you spank me!” admitted the naughty Latina.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl,” said Jane as she spanked Veronica again. “Now you might not get to see me in my thong,” she said teasingly.

“No! I’ll be good. I promise!” exclaimed Veronica. “I’ll let you massage my pussy from now on.”

“Now that’s a good girl,” said Jane as she went back to massaging Veronica’s pussy and ass hole.

Veronica moaned loudly. Her eyes were closed, and her body bounced back on forth. She was getting close to the climax. It wasn’t going to be long before her Asian masseuse gave her the best orgasm of her life.

Suddenly Veronica felt a new sensation. A hand was rubbing on her breast. She opened her eyes and saw that Jane was now using her other hand to massage her hanging breasts.

“Oh fuck!” the wet Latina exclaimed. “You’re massaging my pussy, my ass hole, and my breasts too!?”

Jane smiled at her client and continued making her feel good. “Yes, I am,” Jane whispered.

“It feels so good!” Veronica said as she closed her eyes and continued to moan.

Jane continued massaging Veronica’s ass hole and clit with her right hand. With her left hand she alternated between massaging the Latina’s left and right breast.

“I’m going to fucking cum if you don’t stop!” squealed Veronica. She wanted to give Jane the opportunity to stop before she unleashed an orgasm right in front of her. But this only made Jane rub her even faster.

“I’m not stopping,” Jane whispered in a sexy voice.

“Oh God!” Veronica moaned out.

“Cum for me baby,” Jane whispered in her client’s ear.

Veronica couldn’t take it anymore. The shy Asian girl had taken her over the edge. Veronica let out a long and large moan. She squirmed and her ass jiggled as her body experienced a large orgasm. The beautiful Latina had lost all control of her muscles causing her to plop down on her stomach.

Jane loved the feeling of Veronica’s moist pussy all over her finger. She slowed down but continued to lightly rub her client’s pussy. Jane eventually let her beautiful client have a moment to catch her breath.

Veronica panted as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh, my fucking God Jane,” she said breathing heavily. “That was amazing!”

Jane wasn’t finished with her sexy Latina. She rolled Veronica over so she was lying on her back. Then Jane took Veronica’s thong and moved it from her thighs all the way down and around her ankles. Veronica helped the cute masseuse remove the panties completely off, leaving her in nothing but her high heels.

“What are you going to do to me now?” asked the exhausted Latina.

“Can you cum for me one more time?” asked Jane with a smile.

Veronica’s eyes became wide with shock. “I might be able to,” she said as she gulped.

Jane began massaging the front of Veronica’s body. She massaged the Latina’s sides and worked her way up to her beautiful breasts again. Veronica moaned as the touch of Jane’s hands on her breasts was getting her wet again.

“Oh my God, you’re already turning me on again,” said Veronica.

Jane went from massaging the Latina’s breasts to pinching her nipples. As Veronica’s nipples were being stimulated, she let out a loud moan from the new sensation.

“God! What are you doing to me Jane?” moaned out the horny client.

The Asian girl began twisting Veronica’s nipples. Veronica could feel herself getting really wet again. This time she resisted touching herself and waited for her cute masseuse to take care of her.

As she heard the moans coming from her hot Latina client, Jane decided it was time to take care of Veronica. Jane used one of her hands to tease Veronica by rubbing up and down her inner thighs. Jane purposely let her hand get closer and closer to touching the Latina’s pussy again.

As Veronica’s moans became louder, Jane realized how much the Latina desired her. She decided to not make her wait anymore. She used her finger to find Veronica’s clit. Once Jane found her client’s clit, she slowly started massaging it in a circular motion.

“OH!! FUCK!” Veronica moaned out.

Jane continued to massage Veronica’s clit while she twisted one of her nipples at the same time. Veronica moaned louder and louder as she squirmed from the intense stimulation.

“That feels so good!” Veronica cried out.

“Yeah? You like that don’t you?” asked Jane with a smile. She began rubbing Veronica’s clit even faster.

Veronica looked up at Jane. The view of the shy Asian girl playing with her clit was too much for her to handle. “You’re so hot!” she said to Jane.

Jane was in complete shock that Veronica called her “hot.” She admired the beautiful woman’s looks for so long. To have someone as beautiful as Veronica call her hot made Jane feel more accomplished than she ever had before.

“Can I kiss you?” asked Veronica.

Jane was surprised and didn’t know what to say. Her fingers continued to play with Veronica’s clit, but her mouth was frozen in silence.

“Will you please kiss me,” asked Veronica once again. “Just a little kiss, please!”

Jane felt honored that her beautiful client wanted her lips so badly. She took her hand from Veronica’s nipple and placed it on the back of the Latina’s head. She brought Veronica’s head closer to her as she leaned towards her. Jane continued to rub Veronica’s clit as she placed her lips softly on her client’s lips.

Veronica moaned from the feeling of Jane’s kiss. She brushed the beautiful Asian’s long black hair out of the way and began kissing Jane’s lips back. Veronica moaned into Jane’s mouth as she tried to keep kissing her.

The Latina’s nipples were rock hard, and her legs squirmed as Jane continued to kiss her lips and rub her clit. “I’m not going to last long!” Veronica cried out. “I’m about to cum so fast!”

“Just keep kissing me,” whispered the Asian girl. “I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Oh God!” moaned Veronica as she looked into Jane’s eyes. Looking into the Asian’s deep brown eyes made Veronica feel safe and comforted. She closed her eyes and started kissing Jane again.

Veronica suddenly couldn’t do anything but suck on Jane’s lower lip. She couldn’t move because an orgasm was beginning to erupt throughout her body. There was nothing Veronica could do to stop it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Veronica moaned loudly. Her eyes rolled back as her body began rising off the table. Veronica’s entire body flinched as the orgasm continued to make her entire body spasm. The exhausted Latina opened her eyes and looked deep into Jane’s eyes. Behind those deep brown eyes was a woman that was capable of making Veronica feel a sensation that no other person had ever given her. Veronica felt vulnerable for the first time in her life and wrapped her arms around Jane.

Jane felt the embrace and could feel the response that Veronica needed. She wrapped her arms around Veronica and held her tightly as the Latina rested her head against Jane’s chest. Jane stroked Veronica’s hair and gave her forehead a little kiss.

When Veronica finally caught her breath, she let go of Jane’s embrace. She once again looked into the Asian’s eyes and found comfort in them.

“That was so fucking amazing,” Veronica confessed.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Jane said with a giggle.

“Oh my God, I loved it!” Veronica responded.

Jane placed her hand under Veronica’s chin and gave her another kiss on the lips.

Veronica moaned after she received the kiss. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she said.

Jane gave Veronica another kiss on the lips before letting her get dressed.

As Veronica finished getting dressed, she asked, “Was I a good girl?”

Jane paused before answering. “Uh, yes you were.”

“You promised I could see your thong if I was good,” Veronica responded. “May I please see your thong?”

As Jane lead Veronica to the door, she decided to come through on her promise. Veronica began to walk out when Jane called her name. Veronica turned to look back. The shy Asian girl turned and poked her ass out before pulling her spandex shorts down enough to show off her tight ass in a black G-string.

Veronica moaned at the sight of Jane in her G-string. Jane was insecure about her ass. She didn’t think it was big enough. She thought it looked bad in a thong. There was also a centimeter sized red birthmark on the top of her right cheek. But Veronica thought it was perfect. She was turned on yet again. Veronica wanted a piece of Jane’s ass but knew she would have to wait till next time.

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Story from my slave point of view – My wife and I have been married for 20 years. We have a very beautiful daughter of 18 years of age.

I am 45 working as a very high-level manager in a corporate firm and my wife is a principal in a school. We are a very high-class family and live in a good bungalow on the outskirts of the city. My wife and I have had a very happy and kinky marriage, often having been involved with guys, girls, and other couples.

This is the story of one of our most recent encounters. How that turned our lives completely into that of humiliation and degradation. I am a slightly chubby guy, hairless, big butt. My wife is a slim woman with big ass and tits. We both have clean-shaven pubes.

Our daughter was out for a week and we decided to find a young guy to play out some of our fantasies. We had always kept it a secret from our daughter how kinky we were and preferred it that way.

We gave an ad and soon an 18-year-old guy responded. He was lean, well built, and had a huge dick. Very thick, 9-inch veiny cock. Compared to that I had a 4-inch dick. He told us he was very dominating, abusive, and enjoyed humiliating older couples. We had never tried this but the idea turned us on.

From the get-go, we knew he would be very dominant with me and target me as his main slave while he made my wife his slut. We were on board with that, though quite nervous. But the numerous pics he had sent us of his dick had us both drooling.

I shared my number with him as per his orders. He told me how to be ready for him when he came. He wanted my wife out of the house when he came. He wanted her to be back only after he had been at our house for about 15-20 minutes.

So my wife dressed up in a nice short dress flaunting her well-toned legs. She went out for some fun with her lady friends while I started getting ready. He told me not to tell my wife how I was supposed to be ready for him and what he will do by the time she arrived. We decided to give her a very kinky surprise.

I went to our bedroom and started getting ready. I took a nice shower and cleaned my ass properly. Then went to the dresser. Put on eye makeup, lipstick, blush, nail paint. Then proceeded to wear her jewelry. He wanted me to put on her wedding necklace(mangalsutra), bangles, anklets, necklaces, waist-chain, earrings.

Then I wore a panty, and bra, and proceeded to wear high pencil heels. Panty, bra, and heels all bright red. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe that I was a guy. I looked like a slutty bride ready for her first night. That’s how he wanted me to look. I was ready.

Now to go and take my place for him as he had ordered. I went out of the house and waited at the gate. Our house was the only one in the area and barely any vehicles passed the route at this time of the night. Yet I was very afraid of getting caught and was sweating, and trembling with fear.

A bike came after 5 minutes. I hid behind the pillar of the gate. The bike stopped and he honked 3 times. 2 short and one long. That was my cue to come into view. This is it I thought. No turning back now. I went to the gate and opened it. I very reluctantly walked out, trying to keep my balance in the heels.

He looked at me, head to toe. Then he removed his helmet. He was a good looking guy. This was the first time I was seeing his face. He hasn’t shared his face pics with us before. He motioned with his finger for me to turn around. I knew what I was supposed to do after turning around.

I bent over and placed my hands on my knees and arched my back presenting my ass to him. He spanked me a few times hard. The sound echoed across the street in the quiet evening. Then he pulled my panty down and slipped a butt plug-in from his bag, and replaced my panty.

A moan escaped my mouth and he laughed saying tonight will be fun. Then I walked ahead of him and led him in. He parked his bike near the door of the house and followed me in. As per his order, the door to our house was wide open. The large sofa is directly in front of the door. He went and sat on it.

As soon as Bayan Escort Antep I got in the house, I got on my fours and crawled to him. Without wasting any time I pulled his pants down and got his huge cock out. But before I could start sucking he asked me to stop. He took his bag and removed a cock cage from it. He ordered me to wear it.

I was surprised as he hasn’t mentioned it before. He told me that as long as he is there, I won’t have a cock. He will call my ass like a pussy as I was anyway dressed like a slut. I looked down in shame and he laughed hard. I put the cock cage on and handed him the keys.

Then for the next 10 minutes, I gagged, choked and slobbered all over his cock. He fucked my throat hard forcing me to take it as deep as I could. But could barely take the first 5 inches. He told me I would be deep throating him before the sun rose the next morning. I believed him.

He then told me to take my panty off and pull the butt plug out. I pulled it out fast and it made a pop sound. He seemed pleased by that. He turned me around and spit on my asshole and rimmed me for a few minutes. I was moaning uncontrollably. I was looking at the door nervously as it was wide open.

I was also afraid of how my wife would react when she walked in. This wasn’t something we had done before and she had never seen me like this. He then lowered me on his cock. After some efforts, a little crying, and lots of moaning, his cock was in my pussy. He made me sit like that for a while.

I could feel it deep in my ass as if it was poking my stomach from inside. It felt very weird but at the same time very arousing. It hurt my cock a lot as it was caged and I couldn’t get hard. I was sobbing slightly from the pain which seemed to please him more.

His cock was also pushing on my prostate from inside which meant I would orgasm with his cock inside soon. He released his grip from my hips and ordered me to slide up and down, from tip to base and back. I did. Slowly I started increasing the speed and was soon bouncing on his cock like a whore.

He held my hair and pulled, my back was arched. The more I bounced, the more his cock rubbed against my prostate, and the closer I got to an orgasm. Soon the time came. I bit my lip, let out a long and loud moan. My eyes rolled up, my body shook wildly and my legs buckled.

I sat on his cock which went in all the way. Cum leaked out of my cock cage, my hands gripped his thighs hard. My eyes were shut tight as waves of ecstasy took over my body. I knew I had submitted to him entirely and was his slave now. I opened my eyes.

A wave of shock, fear, and humiliation washed over me. My wife was standing in the door with an expression of shock and surprise. That wasn’t too bad as this kink was something we had discussed. What was shocking was that she wasn’t alone. She had a friend along. Her best friend.

Apparently the guy had told her to bring her friend along without me knowing. Even my wife had no idea what they would be walking into. What made this whole thing worse was that her friend was my junior at the company. She had no idea about us having such perversions.

She was 15 years younger than us, a beautiful woman with a nice figure. She stood there, mouth open staring wide-eyed. I had no idea how to react. I was still panting hard and recovering from the orgasm.

They both had just walked in on me bouncing on a cock. Getting an orgasm from a faceless guy fucking me as he was behind me. My body covered his face. Finally, my junior, Archana spoke, “I knew you guys were wild and kinky, but could never imagine something like this.”

She had a grin on her face. My wife looked at her and gave a weak smile as she was quite nervous now too. Archana always looked up to us. We held a very high status in all the parties and common gatherings we went to. She was also a very good friend and mentor to our daughter. They were quite close.

The guy made me stand and turn around. He pulled me down to my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. In the after orgasm daze, I gave zero resistance. When I went down, my wife was shocked further. The guy smiled at her and said, “Good evening, Priya ma’am, how are you?”

He turned out to be her old student Rajat, whose sister still studied at my wife’s school. He motioned her to come closer with his finger. In a state of shock and fear, Priya walked over to us. He said, “you were always so uptight and loved punishing children to keep them in line. So strict.”

He then told her to strip naked and get on her knees next to me. She did without saying a word, while Archana came and sat next to Rajat on the sofa surprised but also seemingly turned on by the whole show. We both knew what our place was now.

We willingly accepted being the whores to Rajat, and soon to Archana too. The door was still wide open as we started sharing his cock and Archana started smooching him. After about 15 minutes of getting throat fucked brutally by him, Priya and I looked at each other. We looked at the sluts we had become.

Eyes red and tears rolling down from gagging on his cock. Spit rolling down our chins mascara having been smeared below our eyes mixed with our tears. We looked like whores from the rough porn videos we would watch together. While we looked at our slutty submissive partner, Rajat stood up.

His huge spit covered cock glistening in front of us. We both were struggling to catch our breath. Archana got out of her dress. She was wearing sexy black lingerie underneath. She held Rajat’s cock and started stroking it. She then grabbed Priya’s head and pulled it back onto Rajat’s cock.

She said to her, “You should be kind to your students. Now nicely apologize to him for being so hard on him in school. Let your blowjob show how sorry you are.” She thrust her head hard onto his cock and held it as his cock drilled deep into her throat. Priya gagged hard and I thought she was about to puke.

She tried to free her head from Archana’s grasp with one hand and push Rajat’s cock out by pushing on his thigh with the other. Her efforts were in vain though as both were quite strong. I reluctantly tried to help her but got a hard slap from Rajat which stunned me.

He said, “I told you you will both be complete sluts. I am gonna degrade you and submit to you. Now, I don’t want your pussy empty. Put the plug back in and let me have my revenge for all the punishments in school.” I looked at my wife feeling sorry for her and crawled to the sofa to put the butt plug back in.

I sucked on the butt plug to lubricate it enough before I slid it back in my pussy. It went in easier this time as I had been fucked nicely by his huge cock moments before. I saw helplessly for the next 15 minutes as Rajat fucked my lovely wife’s mouth and Archana helped him destroy her face.

Priya’s face has turned red from all the choking. Archana kept slapping her too. The slaps weren’t gentle and I could see her handprints on Priya’s cheeks. I knew they wouldn’t go away for at least a couple of days. My cheeks were red and puffy with lots of marks.

Rajat had slapped me a lot when he was face fucking me. It weirdly turned me on to get slapped while sucking. As I looked on, I wondered how much of a submissive slut I was. How much it turned me on to experience the degradation of me and my wife.

My cock tried getting hard and it hurt a lot as the cage restricted it. I whimpered in pain. They all heard it and Rajat looked at me. He knew the thoughts going in my head. He laughed saying that he had found the perfect whores this time and he couldn’t believe his luck.

He fucked her throat harder and she gagged even more. Spit rolling down her chin making a pool below her. Rajat ordered me to kiss his feet. I bent down and started kissing his feet, my ass sticking up.

He asked Priya, “remember how you punished us by making us stand bent over holding our toes? Turn around and do that.” We knew what was about to come. As she did, he started rubbing his cock on her pussy. She moaned. He started pushing in slowly. She struggled to take him in and kept adjusting.

His cock was in her completely in some time. He held it there and looked at me and said, “This isn’t the first time she has taken a big cock in her pussy is it? No way your cock can help her pussy adjust to mine so fast.” I said, “Yes. She has. A few times.”

He laughed, “Good. She deserves a big cock. And you should always dress up this way when a guy with a big cock is fucking her. It is your duty as a sissy husband to show that you are a sissy slut. You’re there to pleasure them and take orders from them while a real man fucks her.”

I looked down in shame, and said, “Yes sir, I will.” He then pulled out a small device from his bag and pressed a button. A loud and long moan escaped my mouth. My knees buckled as the butt plug started vibrating in my pussy. Rajat and Archana laughed and he started fucking my wife hard.

She moaned hard, I moaned hard. In the next few minutes, we both came hard. He pulled out his cock and pushed her down on the floor. She fell next to me still shaking from the orgasm. We were facing each other on the floor with slutty submissive expressions.

We both kept shaking from the orgasms. We had never seen each other this helpless and submissive. Rajat sat back on the sofa. Archana pulled off her panties and sat on his cock in reverse cowgirl position. She ordered us to suck her toes while the only man in the room fucked her.

It was a stinging jab at my current state. We both got up weakly, still recovering from our orgasms. Priya started sucking on one foot, and I started with the other. Rajat held her hips and made her bounce on his cock. She cummed hard in some time, and he cummed in her pussy.

She ordered me to suck it out. Which I did. Then as ordered, Priya and I shared a sloppy smooch and swapped his cum between our mouths for long, before we both drank it. To our surprise, his cock was still rock hard. He said, “You both know how to be good hosts to your guests.”

At which both he and Archana laughed. He then said to me, “Show us your bedroom, I will show how a real man fucks his bitches there. From now on whenever I come, your bed is for me to fuck you both.” I started crawling in front of them as he held my wife’s hair and made her crawl behind him.

Archana walked next to him giggling. When we reached the door, he asked me to stop and spread my legs still in the doggy position. I knew what was about to happen. We had talked about this on the phone before. I was really scared. He whispered something to my wife to which she said she won’t do that to me.

He said, “if you want my cock, you will do it. And if I see you aren’t doing it properly then I will leave, you won’t get my cock.” My wife thought for a moment, then got up, walked to me and slapped my balls hard. I screamed hard and fell holding my balls. He ordered me to get back in position.

After a few moments, I weakly got back up. Then Archana came, and slapped my balls, hard. I screamed again and fell. I was begging to stop now, crying. But I was also turned on by it. He asked me to turn around and face them and get on my knees. I slowly did.

He asked my wife, “Did you know you were marrying such a sissy slut? Look at her, I don’t see a man, I see a Randi taking all forms of humiliation.” My wife said she had no idea I would be such a slut. She said she too doesn’t see her husband, just a slut.

Rajat asked her to sit next to me which she immediately did. He said, “Now before we go in and I make you mine completely, I am going to mark you and own you. Open your mouths.”

We looked at each other, we knew what he was about to do. We then turned to face him and opened our mouths. He let out a long stream of piss and started pissing on us right in front of our bedroom. He covered our face and pissed in our mouths too.

We held the piss in our mouths, afraid to spit it out without his order. What he said next shocked us. Whichever one of you wants my cock in her mouth and pussy again needs to drink the piss in her mouth to accept me as her master.

He knew he had complete control over us and we were mesmerized by his cock. We both closed our mouths and drank the piss accepting him as our master. There was no turning back anymore. He had marked us, inside and out.

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