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My Mom's Notebook Chapter 1: The Boyfriend

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"Find a good one yet?"

"I found alot of good ones, I just need to be sure which one I want to commit to."

"Ok, let me know" I said, sinking my head back under the table.

Waiting, I laid my head on Brian's knee, staring at his 7 inch erection and massive testicles holding the waistband of his shorts down.

"My god Ash, you've got more videos than I do. How much space does your porn take up?"

Slowly rubbing the inside of his thigh I replied, "Over 200 gigs. Alot of it's in high definition though, so...."

"Yeesh, I wonder how many 14 year old girls have more porn on their hard drives than their boyfriends? Holy hell, look at all the hentai flicks you've got, YOUR INSANE WOMAN!"

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Giggling I replied "It's becoming an obsessive habit. I get on the bittorrent sites and I can't get away without starting a hundred downloads. I don't even get around to watching most of them!"

"Ok, I got one!" Brian yelped, while leaning back.

Excited, he tilted his cock towards me which I graciously accepted, grabbing it with my hand. Just as I started slowly rubbing his shaft up and down, there was a *DING*.

"Oops, we left AIM messenger open. Who's this Silverman65 guy?"

"Just a guy I talk to online, tell him I'm busy" I responded.

As Brian started typing he repeated his words aloud.

"This is Ashley's boyfriend, we're busy foolin around, don't bother us" he typed.

"Awww hey don't say that, that's mean!"

"To late" Brian responded, "get back to work!"

I started focusing again. My left hand wrapped around his dick jacking him off as hard and fast as my arm would take me. My right forcefully caressing his balls. His eyes were fixed on the screen and he was lightly thrusting his hips back and fourth while he let out quiet gasps. The volume is low because my mother is home, but I could still hear moaning and slapping from the video.

Leaning forward, he moved my hand away for a moment while he spit on his dick. I placed my hand around the area the saliva landed and started spreading it all over his cock. I myself spit on the head of his prick to make it even more lubricated. After that, I lifted his cock up and spread spit all over his balls then got back to work. Switching hands and at times using both, he drew closer and closer. The video really had him going. I liked what I was doing for him, I felt like I was being humbled. I remember all those times I was alone at night, working myself to a climax while watching porn. I always wished someone could do the work for me so I could concentrate more on the video.

It seemed like we were reaching the home stretch, I thought I might top it off with some dirty talking.

"Do you like it Brian" I said trying to sound cute and innocent, yet seductive.

Taking a deep breath, "Yea" he replied.

"Do you want to cum?"

He responded again, hardly being able to get the yes out. I started stroking furiously, going as fast as I can. My arm was starting to burn but I knew he would cum before I gave out.

"Cum for me baby. Common, fucking cum for me" I said raising my voice, something I wouldnt normally do, trying to mind the possibility of my mother hearing.

He started breathing heavier.

"Oh baby, common, cum. Fucking cum, cum as hard as you can, cum for me baby!"

That did it, and I knew it would hehe. He rapidly stood up causing the chair to shoot backwards and his face went red. He was grinding his teeth letting out little moans trying to be quiet. I scooted out under the desk so I could keep up the speed in a more combfortable position. Sitting up on my knees I kept hand fucking his cock as hard as I could. I looked up at him, waiting any second for his loud. I was very turned on to see him with his eyes half open, still looking at the video.

Suddenly, he let an uncontainable moaning huff out and I felt warm juice squirting all over my arm as he burst 5 shots. Impressively, he was still staring at the video while the rest of his man juice oozed into my hand. When I finally took my hand away I scooted backwards and reviewed the damage. Cum all over my hand and lower arm, also some drops on the chair mat.

I gave him a minute to catch his breath before I bothered him with conversation. He eventually took a look down at me and I smiled at him, trying to be encouraging as some people do after sexual activity. Like in the back of our heads we feel like we just did something bad so we try to do something as an ice breaker to start feeling normal again. While I was still smiling he lightly taped my nose with the head of his penis.

"You've got a dirty little mouth Ashley"

"So? Was it good? Was it worth the effort?" I asked.

"Fantastic! I could of really used you when I was 12 year olds"

"What's changed in those 3 years?" I questioned.

Looking at me as if curious that I insulted him, "I hadn't gone out with a girl until now, you know that."

"Ohhh I see. Well just say the word, I'll hop under the computer desk for you anytime!" I said standing up.

"Maybe next time I'll take this yellow T-Shirt off and maybe steal 5 seconds of your attention from the video" I joked.

"Though maybe your not interested. The girls in the porn you always watch have huge breasts!"

"Your boobs aren't small, I love your B-Cups. If you hadn't told me I would of assumed they were Cs. Misinfomation, it's a bitch. I don't know anything about bra sizes."

"Thanks, heh. Is there anything about me you'd want to change Brian?"

"My friend asked me that same question. I told him I thought you were perfect. Slim body, a very nice round and tight butt, long blonde hair and blue eyes, the perkiest boobs I've ever seen and nipples that could cut through metal when they get hard."

I blushed.

"Are you the only good looking chick in your computer group?"

Looking around for something to wipe my arm off with, "You'd be surprised. Since most people participate in excessive computer usage these days, more normal people are getting into computer science."

"Well there's a turn on. Your missing the key ingredient though and that's a shame, you'd look hot in glasses." Brian stated pulling his shorts over his limp penis.

"Don't worry, my mom wears glasses, I'm sure my visionary future is screwed" I said still looking for something to wipe my arm off.

"I'm gonna hustle down the hall to the bathroom and wash my arm off" I said heading to the door.

About to reach for the door, Brian's hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

"I want you to lick it" he said with an evil look in his face.

"Aww, not now, I'm not in the mood"

"Common, do it Ashley, drink it. It will make me happy."

I don't mind cum, but I only really like tasting it when I'm horny. I wasn't thrilled but I did it. I licked and sucked the juice on my palm and the back of my hand, then sucked each individual finger off. I took a second to swallow and lick my lips, then I dragged my tounge along my arm to get those long shots he blessed me with.

"Ok" I said.

"Nope, still some on the floor" he stated.

I looked down and saw the cum drops on the chair mat I forgot about.

"Ugh" I let out, getting on my hands and knees. I dipped my head down to get my mouth close to the floor when Brian smacked my ass. The surprise sent a chill through my body and nipples immediately shot hard. I turned around and gave him a squinty look, then proceeded to lap the cum off the mat. When I finished he lifted me off the floor and start kissing my neck.

"I'm gonna go babe" he told me.

"Do you have to, it's only 2:30 p.m."

"Yea, I have to get some stuff done. I'll probably talk to you tonight online, or if not, tomorrow morning. Why don't you hang out with one of your friends tonight?"

"They are all busy, I'm stuck here."

"This house cost over a million dollars, it can't be that boring to sit in. The computer and TV will keep you entertained"

"Yea yea, I wish my mom would just get me my own computer already. Comming down here in the middle of the night sucks."

We exited the computer room and headed down the hall to the foyer. On our way to the front door my mom was comming down the stairs. I'm always fascinated to see Brian never stares at her. She's about 5'8, 125lbs with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The most important note for guys would be that she's always bustin through those tightly clad shirts and sweaters with her giant D cups. I'm not sure who's "skipped a generation" process screwed me, but it leaves me wanting ones like that badly. I'm a much smaller girl then my mother at 5'3 105lbs. My online friend Silverman says I look like the porn star Taylor Rain.

My mom's a writer. She's written a few crime novels that are basically what makes our living conditions so favorable. My dad died when I was a little girl so my mom has pretty supported me. Although she wasnt around to often when I was little, my grandpa spent alot of time taking care of me.

My mother came down the stairs barefoot with a tight maroon long sleeve shirt with a v-neck showing her cleavage, no bra underneath and a black skirt that was closer to her hips than her knees. The curvature of her nipples were clearly visible and Brian still didn't look.

"Hey Brian" she said taking the last step on the stairs.

"Oh hi Mrs. Campbell."

"Did you guys have fun?" my mom asked.

I panicked, "what?"

"Hanging out, fooling around on the computer" she returned.

"Oh, yea we did, Brian's leaving now though"

"Awww, Ashley next time your gonna have to do a better job keeping him entertained" She joked, looking down at her papers and heading towards the kitchen. When I turned to Brian he was already heading out the door.

"See you soon Brian" my mom yelled to him without even looking.

"I love you Brian" I yelled before he shut the door.

It caused him to pause, then he leaned in and simply said "bye", closing the door behind him.

I headed into the kitchen. My mom was leaning over the island table reading a paper, the surface area of her viewable cleavage was devilish. As I passed behind her it was unavoidable to see her skirt was hiking up alittle to far. She was rubbing her left calf with her right foot.

I leaned over the table next to her and asked "whacha reading?"

Immediately after my last word she stood up straight and said "I'm going out for awhile, I'll come back with dinner."

Without saying anything else she headed for the front door and slipped into some black high heals. She seemed like she was rushing, as she went out the door with her bag and headed for the BMW. She's been acting really weird around me lately. She's always been kinda distant but now when ever I'm around she acts like she's in the room with a stranger and can't think of anything to say.

I had nobody to hang out with so time to be a loser! I was so used to running around in my underwear when I was little that I still haven't grown out of it. Whenever I'm alone I usually get half naked so I can be as combfortable as possible. I took my jeans and t-shirt off and headed for the computer room. I stopped infront of the mirror to check out my ass and slapped it for fun. In pink panties and a pink sports bra I sat down infront of the computer.

First I opened Silverman65's window again.

"Hey Silver, I'm back, my boyfriend's gone" I typed.

Waiting for him to reply I decided to check out the news on msnbc.

"Let see here.......July 25th 2006.....the usual, half the world is at war and storms keep wiping people out by the bazillions"

I started looking for things to download on bittorrent when he finally got back to me.

Silverman65: hey baby, your back!

BlondeAsh: yep

Silverman65: I missed you :P

BlondeAsh: thanks ^_^

Silverman65: So what were you guys doing?

BlondeAsh: I gave him a blowjob

BlondeAsh: oops, handjob* actually

Silverman65: Did you like it?

BlondeAsh: yes

Silverman65: yes what?

BlondeAsh: yes master

Silverman65: good girl

Silverman65: What are you doing?

BlondeAsh: Sitting in the chair indian style in panties and a sports bra, all pink

Silverman65: oh baby

Silverman65: take a picture for me

BlondeAsh: Yes master

 

I turned the webcam on and pointed it at myself. I tried to make an innocent face with a small smile and I snapped a picture. Within a minute I had it on the computer and I sent it to him.

 

Silverman65: God damn your so fucking hot!

BlondeAsh: lol, ty master

BlondeAsh: Do you want me to turn the cam on?

Silverman65: Nah that's ok sweety, I'm leaving in a minute

Silverman65: I forgot to tell you, it's my birthday today!

BlondeAsh: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

BlondeAsh: 46?

Silverman65: Yep! I'm getting old

BlondeAsh: Awww no your not.

Silverman65: I so needed to hear that

BlondeAsh: Where you going?

Silverman65: My wife and kids are taking me out to dinner

BlondeAsh: Awww sounds

Silverman65: Maybe later tonight you can do some stuff on the cam for me again?

BlondeAsh: lol, yes sir

BlondeAsh: If my mom doesn't need the computer

Silverman65: sounds good, maybe TwiztedKitty can join us

BlondeAsh: hope so, c u later!

Silverman65: buh bye

Silverman65: (LOGGED OFF)

Fun with the care assistant

Mr.Porn on Sex Stories

Disclaimer:  All characters in this story are fictional.  Any resemblance to actual people or circumstances are purely coincidental.


It was another boring night in the nursing home.  Infact, Arthur had not had an eventful time since his daughter had placed him here.  He was angry because he was finding it difficult to make friends.  He had no similar interests with anyone here.  Even his room-mate Nigel, who was 77yrs old. 

The women did not appeal to him at all.  Even at the ripe old age of 69, Arthur was not at all impotent.  He had awoken many nights with a hard, throbbing cock.  Occasionally, he had sneaked into the womens sleeping quarters.  Once, he had placed his throbbing member into the mouth of a sleeping Grandmother.  As

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he began thrusting in and out of her mouth, the poor old Granny had awoken, and screamed, alerting the staff of the nursing home.  He had always covered his tracks by pleading insanity, on the grounds he had dementia, which he really didn't have.

A few days ago, a new care assistant, Sue, had started working at the home.  She was about 21yrs old, 5' 3" tall, nice slim legs, long blonde hair, and a big bust.  The sort of girl that could give a eunich a hard on.  Arthur had been aroused by her the night she gave him his medication.  As she leaned over him, her breasts so close to his face, Arthur had become aroused.  His big bulge quite obvious beneath the sheets.  The young lady looked at Arthur's bulge, then turned to his face and smiled.  Arthur may have been old, but he knew the signs of lust.  And this girl wanted to be fucked.  He just knew it.

One morning, as both Arthur and Nigel awoke, Arthur decided to have a conversation with Nigel.  "Listen" said Arthur, "One night soon, I'm gonna fuck the ass off that young, hot assistant.  And it's going to have to be in this room, so either you fall asleep quickly, or you see eveything.  Either way, just keep your fucking mouth shut!!"

"Hey" said Nigel, "You think I give a shit?.  I've seen the look on that sluts face.  She's just itching to be fucked, I just wish I could do it myself.  I am however impotent, but hell, I want to see her in action!!"

"So, what are you saying?" asked Arthur.  "Well" replied Nigel, "You grab her, and I will grab her, and we will have some fun!!"  "Excellent" replied Arthur, "But remember, if the shit hits the fan, we don't know anything.  We both have dementia, ok?"

The next morning seemed to last an eternity.  The day went so slowly.  Arthur and Nigel smiled at each other, knowing that this night would be fun for the both of them.  Arthur became erect at the thought of the forthcoming events.

At 19.00hrs, the gorgeous assistant started work as usual.  All the residents of the care home were sent to bed.  All that remained was       for the assistants to administer the evening medication, then the rest of the shift would be easy.  For some reason, Arthur and Nigel were the last people to be administered their medication.  As usual Sue entered Arthur and Nigel's room.  Approaching Arthur, she smiled and leaned over him as usual, her breasts in his face.  Looking down at his crotch, she saw the bulge that always greeted her, and she looked him in the eyes and smiled.  Instead of opening his mouth to receive the medication, Arthur just looked at her.  Without warning, a sudden jolt from behind had her face down on Arthur's bed.

Nigel had jumped her from behind, and he was holding her down, and had placed his hand across her mouth.  Without hesitation, Arthur scrambled out of the bed.  Arthur ordered Nigel to turn her over, so she was on her back.  Once in this position, Arthur ripped eagerly at her top.  Tearing it open, Arthur could see her breasts cupped in the constraints of her bra.  Arthur tugged at her bra, releasing her big, pendulous tits from their prison.  Once free, Arthur had an overwhelming urge to suck them, his mouth and tongue went to work, soon her nipples had grown hard, and he looked her in the eye.  She was not in fear.  She was watching him, waiting for him to make his next move.  She was grinning seductively, urging him on with her smile.

Arthur could barely contain himself.  Even Nigel came in on the act.  Grabbing at her big tits, poking his tongue in her mouth, to which she responded.  He kissed the young woman with intense passion.  Taking his tongue out of her mouth, he moved down to her big tits..  Taking one in his mouth, he sucked and nibbled on her nipple, drawing it out, while Arthur sucked on her other breast.  Oh, how he loved the feel of young tit in his mouth. Arthur stripped of his PJ bottoms, revealing a long and hard cock.  Sue looked at it, and licked her lips.  An obvious invite to put his cock in her mouth?  Arthur climbed onto the bed, got astride her head.  Her mouth opened, hungry for his big cock.  Sue seemed desperate to get that shaft in her mouth.  Once in, Sue sucked as though her life depended on it.  Arthur had to think unsexy thoughts to stop himself from cumming.  Nigel released his grip on her, and clambered down the bed.  Pulling up her skirt and opening her thighs, Nigel pulled aside her panties, revealing her slit.  Spreading the folds of her flesh with his fingers, Nigel found her clitoris, and began to tongue it.  Sue loved the feeling of this old mans tongue on her clit.  It was heaven.  She could feel the signs of an orgasm approaching.  She came, releasing a quantity of fluid into the old mans mouth.  Nigel was exstatic.  He wanted more of her juices, so he continued to lick her, his tongue entering the young womans hole.

Sue carried on sucking Arthur.  He was pumping her mouth now.  Furiously.  His hands wandered over her young tits, tweaked her big hard nipples.  This sent Sue wild, her sucking became more intense.  She took the shaft out of her mouth, and ran her tongue all over the head of his cock.  A small amount of precum emerged from his dick, and Sue eagerly licked it up, relishing the taste of his old cum.

Sue ordered Arthur to sit on her belly.  Arthur obeyed.  Once in position, Sue grabbed his cock, and placed it between her big tits.  Wrapping her glorious boobs around his shaft, she furiously started to tit fuck him.  Arthur really enjoyed this.  He grabbed her tits, and started pumping his shaft between them.  As the head of his cock got nearer to her mouth, Sue stuck out her tongue, so his head would rub over it, and occasionaly she managed to get the head inside her mouth.  This bitch was one dirty slut, he thought.

Meanwhile, Nigel continued to tongue her.  Her cunt was really wet now, he couldn't believe how juicy she was.  He manouvered his tongue from her open hole, to her clitoris.  Lapping up all of her womanly honey.  Her legs started to shudder, Nigel knew she was cumming again.  He placed his mouth over her hole, intent on catching all the cum that would flow out.  With one final gasp from Sue, her whole body shuddered, and her juice was released.  Nigel could feel it in his mouth, and eagerly swallowed it down.

Arthur was still enjoying tit fucking this slut.  Releasing his cock from between her tits, Arthur kneeled forward, and pointed his weapon at her mouth.  Sue took it in and began to suck.  Arthur could now feel the familiar signs of an orgasm approaching..  He needed to cum.  But where?  Should he ejaculate in her mouth, or should he come all over these big, glorious tits?   

Time was running out.  Sue would be needed to be seen by the other assistants soon, or they would come looking for her.  Nigel had emerged from her thighs now, covered in sticky traces of love juice.  It was time for Arthur to cum.  Seeing Sue's mouth bobbing up and down his penis was now too much for him.  Feeling he was about to cum, Arthur relesed his cock from her mouth, aimed at her tits, and shot his load all over them..  Long hot streams of cum blasted her tits.  It dribbled down them, and covered her nipples.  Sue moaned excitedley.  Her hands proceeded to rub the cum into her big breasts.  Arthur watched, and this excited him more, and a second stream of hot cum erupted from his cock, which landed over her lips and chin.  Her tongue came out and lapped the love juice up.  Arthurs cock was now spent, and he clambered off her..

Sue calmly got off the bed, wiped herself down with a towel, smiled at the gentlemen, adjusted her uniform, and walked away.  She had enjoyed herself!!  Dirty bitch!!

Arthur and Nigel looked at each other and exchanged smiles.  They both knew that the fun had only just begun.  This slut was a real whore, and Arthur knew he would be fucking her again, sometime real soon.  Perhaps being in a nursing home wasn't so bad after all.  Not so bad at all..

True Story-1

bikky108 on Sex Stories

 

 

A True Story

 

I am Bikky and my wife is Topu. I am in mid 40s, while she is just over 40 and very sweet looking. We are married for over 24 years.  I am average built, but a small man. You know what I mean, yes, my penis is just about 2.5 inches and about 3.4 inches at the most when I am aroused.
Till about 8 years she had never mentioned or discussed my size or her desire for a longer fatter penis. But one day after we came back from a movie she actually asked me to fuck her. This was against her nature and I was really surprised and happy. Immediately I took her to our bedroom and fucked her. After the initial excitement I casually asked her what made her
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ask for sex.
She told me outside the movie hall, while I had gone to collect our tickets she actually moved under a banyan tree to avoid the sun. On the other side of the tree, which was actually on the edge of a park a man was relieving himself and she could not control herself and actually saw the long thick penis of the man which was about 6 to 7 inches. The man did notice her too and started showing her the full length of his dick, which by now was growing . The man actually started masturbating. By then she saw me coming and moved away. She also said she could not forget the sight of this long thick penis and became wet under.
 After the movie over as usual we came back in a public bus, and as is customary in India it was choc-o-full. While she was standing near the ladies seat waiting for a seat to be vacant, she felt some one was pushing her from behind. Actually a man standing behind her positioned himself in such a way that he could rub his penis onto the butts of Topu. Topu was already excited and with this man’s rubbing from behind gave her immense excitement. Normally in such cases most women either moves away quietly or throws angry looks which is enough to stop the advancement of such pushers.
But today was different, Topu did none, she just stood there which probably encouraged this man. He now started slow circular motion rubbing. Topu for first few minutes just stood motion less trying to understand the situation whether anybody was watching but soon she realized that in such a crowded bus nobody can possibly see anything. The man now was getting excited and a huge erection. Topu could make out it was a massive penis, her excitement was also growing, she just moved a little and the penis now was in the joint of her buttocks. The man took the signal and pressed further. Suddenly she could feel a hand slowly rested on her waist and was moving to the front side. Within few seconds it moved inside her saree and on to her blouse. Topu was holding the overhead rod and was in no position to stop the man. She could feel the hand slowly exploring her breast from over the blouse and trying to locate her tits of her right breast. He found it, it was taut and he slowly rubbed it for few seconds and removed his hand. This had driven her mad. She now removed her right hand from the rod, rested herself on the edge of the seat, and let the hand down so that his hand can’t go back to her breasts. But this man is an experienced person and must have done this to many other women with similar reaction.
He just caught hold of Topu’s hand and  pulled it towards him. All this while he had not stopped grinding his penis on her. As soon he could bring Topu’s hand behind her back, the grinding stopped and he appeared to with drew from her. Topu was wondering what he up to. But not for long. Suddenly her fingers were on a thick penis. The man has actually taken out his penis from his trousers.
Shocked she had moved her hand , but this guy immediately caught and pressed it on to his long thick penis. He really was strong and she held on. He now pushed her and indicated he wants action. She had no option but to obey. She started masturbating him on the crowded bus itself. He got busy with her tits and also pulled her blouse and bra above her lovely boobs. Topu just covered his hand with her saree so that nobody can notice the slow movements on her breast. The man and Topu was now fully aroused and about to cum. It is topu who gave away first and held his dick with all her strength. Then he came on her palm. It was like a sudden burst of a dam. She was wet all over. The man actually followed us  to our house. Moment she completed her narration I jumped up and rushed to the window to see if there really was somebody. To my disappointment he was not there.
 But I was sufficiently aroused to fuck my lovely wife once more, probably the last time before somebody else enters and makes the opening so large that I will never feel  I am inside her.

 

Wife's Passion

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Hello guys . I am 38 years old, married for 20 years now. I have an 18-year-old daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General manager in a private firm in a town in India. I too work in a bank as a clerk just to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I have a 34C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass. My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.9". I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on som

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elipstick.

The incident I want to narrate happened about 4 years back. We had moved to the town only some 6 months back from the firm's Bombay office. We, being from Bombay, understood only a little of the local language, but could not speak it properly. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send the car along with the driver to drop and receive me from my office. Being an inspection officer my husband used to travel a lot within the state. During those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw (A 3- wheeler cab). My daughter who was 14 then, went to school with her friend in her car. It was Christmas Eve. My daughter, Kim, had gone to Bombay to my parents' place as her school was closed. My husband had to go to another town about 200 kilometers away for an inspection. So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw.

It was around closing time in the office when I got the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number with a peon and went to the bus stop. Unfortunately for me the only friend I had in the office, Tina Patel was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a bus. Being used to the buses in Bombay I found the buses here too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus since moving to this town. As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5 buses, as they were packed to the hilt. But due to that it was almost 5:30 and I was at the bus stop for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold. So I decided to get into the next bus, no matter what the crowd was. As it turned out the next bus was really more crowded than a few I had left. There were men hanging off the door. I was the only one to get into the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got down to let me in. I saw a few of them checking me out. As I got into the bus with great difficulty I felt a few bodies brush against mine. I accidentally brushed against the crotch of an elderly man standing near the door. As I lost my balance slightly, my hand got caught a bit of his kurta also.

‘ What am I doing!' I said to myself, as I mumbled a sorry to the person.

As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush against my thighs and my ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies accommodated me between them in one of the rows of standees. The bus was really packed with two rows of standees. The bus was in a very bad condition. There were only a couple of lights at the two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's pace. The speed at which the bus was running, I knew the usual 20-minute journey would take me 30- 35 minutes at least. As I tried to look around in the bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in the overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat handle to my right, I accidentally rested on a hand. So I stood upright again and looked down to apologize to the person. As it was getting dark I could not see his face clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of my ass. Even as I was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something in his ears. The other person too looked at me and then both seemed to look at my breasts under the sari. I tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as I was standing in one row between the two women and a boy who looked in his teens on my left in the other row. Just at that time, the woman standing behind me got down at the next stop. The lady in front was a young girl of about 20-22. The dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class background. She was at least 5-6 inches shorter than me and very skinny. As I turned around to see who was now standing behind me, it was the same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the door.

As the bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It was definitely the same guys' wrist on my ass.

‘I did it accidentally, so can he', I thought.

But as time passed, the wrist stayed there, and if anything pressed against my ass-cheek. I looked back with some difficulty at the same person. He looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going on.

‘ I'll have to bear this for some time', I said to myself.

But with no further resistance from me, the hand turned around and now his palms were on my ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over my asscheeks. I gripped the vertical bar firmly with my right hand as my left hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked around with the hope that someone would stop my harassment. But as I looked to my left, the kid standing in the adjacent row was looking the in the other direction. As I turned my head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and blouse-covered boobsintently. Just then, the person started tracing my panty with his fingers. This made me close

my eyes, as I remembered my husband. This made the two sitting horny men looking at me

to see what was happening to me. The little hope I had disappeared when the two men

looked at the hands running along my panty-lines, and started giggling.

‘ God help me!' I screamed in my head.

But deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in the bus would be the same as the

ones sitting beside me to my right. So I slowly nudged at the girl standing in front of me not

bothering to ask for help from the man next to me. She turned around with some difficulty. I

looked at her in the eyes. My eyes were moist looking at her. I turned my eyes pointing

towards the man behind me. She got the message I wanted her to know. But to my shock,

she turned around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself from me. I knew she

did not want to get involved in this. As I was wearing a chiffon sari, the man could easily

grip my panty elastic over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for

wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my panty elastic upwards, it

caused the small fabric to bunch up in my ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my

petticoat for his hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time.

‘ Hey, what about the guy standing next to this bastard?", I thought.

I

turned my head and looked at the guy. As my luck turned out, it was a blind man. Just then

I gasped softly with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides.

This drew the attention of the man standing beside me. His response was to smile and move

slightly in my direction, further cramping me for room between him and the guys sitting

beside me. My grip on the handle tightened as the palms started running over my flat belly.

Very soon he was circling my belly button. I kept as much a straight face as possible. My

heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.

‘ Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to enter my petticoat', I

pleaded silently.

Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for the place every

Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming my breasts. To make it worse, I felt

some twitching between my legs. I was definitely getting wet. My body was doing exactly

the opposite of what my mind was thinking. As the man squeezed and mauled my boobs, I

felt a third hand on my right thigh. I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on

my right. He had his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be

moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in

his hand. Indeed he and his partner were masturbating looking at me. I looked away from the

two men to see the man to my left watching intently. He seemed to be some kind of a

voyeur.

I felt a relief as the hands on my breasts moved down slightly. But they came back again

searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching

my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my

lips to stop from screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain, and at the same time

I felt my juices flowing inside my vagina. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying

to slip the sari off my shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder. At the

same time, the shagging man put his hand on my ankle and started to pull up my sari.

‘Why couldn't I wear a dress today' I cursed myself.

He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I

thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not

realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. The man

behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. This made me lose my balance as I

lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection

on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my

hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward. By now the sitting

person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards,

reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over

the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it

fall to the floor.

‘ He will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.

I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with

the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared

on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing

to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger.

As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what

this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered,

"So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways

indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right

with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see. Then he did the

same to the kid standing on my left.

‘What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.

I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both

sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet

crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started

to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's

raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my

heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my

panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to

rub his tool. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me.

He had by now palmed my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty

with his right hand.

"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet.

‘What is happening to me', I said to myself.

B

y now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe

that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know

where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going

to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his

grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare

hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold

wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my

thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled

apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my

mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my

excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand

holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.

‘I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.

As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon

over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find

what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it

was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his

throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to

frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which

trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I

involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist. By now I was very close

to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer

to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did

not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse

opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my

cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it

aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I

was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.

"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.

I

did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the

two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down

with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had

missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from

my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had

never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we

were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private

owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man

who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the

wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with

overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet

from the opening in the wall and stopped. He then turned around and faced me. This was the

first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked

about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we

stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the kid's face. He was no more than

18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.

The silence was broken as the man put his hand on my waist and in a flash undid the knot of

the waistband of my petticoat. This made the petticoat and the sari tucked in it fall to the

floor. I was fully nude below my half open blouse. I felt the cold breeze hit my shaven and

wet cunt. The blouse had a part of the sari pinned on the shoulder. This made the thin

material of my sari partially cover my nakedness. I crossed my legs slightly as if it was

going to hide my nudity. Even as I was doing this, the man roughly pulled out the open

blouse off my arms. This made the sari covering my front also to fall to the ground. So now I

was totally in the buff except for my black bra pulled away from my boobs.

" Hey kid, why don't you help me instead of just staring. C'mon now open up her bra hook

and make this bitch fully bare" said the man.

The kid standing behind us touched my bare back with his coarse fingers before leading

them to my bra-strap. He fumbled for more than a minute, before giving up the attempt.

Seeing this the man put his hand inside his pocket and took out a knife, and before I realized

what he was about to do, he put the knife between my skin and my bra and ripped off the

bra-strap between my bra-cups. As the bra too fell to the wet grassy floor, I was left standing

between the two strangers wearing only my sandals, my wristwatch, my earrings and my

mangalsutra (the necklace which all married Indian women wear). The kid behind me started

to squeeze my fleshy butt as I stood with my eyes lowered. I looked in direction of the road

sheepishly. We were barely 10 feet from the road. Anyone passing by could have seen me

naked. So the man in front of me smiled and then started to pull me towards a hut in one

corner of the plot. As it turned out he was the watchman of the land and lived here in the hut.

He opened the hut and pulled me inside. The kid entered the hut and closed the door. The hut

was barely 10 by 15 feet. It had a typical Indian cot made out of coarse ropes, a small

washing area with a translucent curtain for a door, a small fireplace in one corner to cook

food and a cupboard. There was a single light bulb in the hut. The hut was surprisingly

warm.

The man sat on the floor drinking water as he said, " okay young man, you go first. She is all

yours."

These words really brought feelings of humiliation to me. I felt like a cheap whore. But I had

behaved like it allowing these men to strip me. As I was thinking these things, the kid

grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly.

Just then his hand felt my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I

was married.

" Oh my god. She is married", he gasped. This seemed to turn him on. Almost immediately

his other hand turned around my head and smooched my lips. By now, the Indian wife inside

me had taken a backseat. I was now exactly what they thought of me, a married and cheap

whore. So I responded by opening up my mouth for the eager tongue of the kid. We were

groping at each other's mouths for like a long time. We finally broke our lips when we were

out of breath. He then made me lie down on the coarse bed on my back with my face

hanging down on the other end. I lifted up my head to see the kid removing his clothes. The

other man was watching intently. Very soon the kid was between my legs pushing his hard

dick in my wet and sloppy pussy. As he entered my deep hole, a deep moan escaped my

mouth. I let my head fall back. The kid was thrusting in me rhythmically and at the same

time, his mouth was licking my neck and face and his hands were caressing my breasts. We

would also smooch once in a while. Being so excited, both of us climaxed simultaneously

into a shuddering orgasm. Our bodies were covered in sweat in the warm hut as we

embraced on the cot, trying to recover from the wild session. My back hurt due to my body

being crushed between the weight above me and the coarse ropes of the cot below me.

The kid got up and started to get dressed. Just then, the man got up and came up to the cot

and stared down at my sweaty naked body. " Okay bitch now I'm going to take you in your

ass", he said bluntly. These words were enough to make me horny again. He then turned to

the now dressed kid and said, " I need your help to spread up her ass." He then made me to

fold up my legs and hold them with my knees crushed up against my breasts. This made my

ass and my pussy exposed fully for them. The two guys stood on their knees on either side of

the cot. The man dug his middle finger in my wet cunt and pulled out the wet finger

glistening with my juices. He ran the fingertip from my cunt to my ass-hole. He caressed my

soft back passage entrance, probing his finger inside it not more than half an inch. He again

dipped his finger in my wet cunt for lubrication and this time managed to insert more than

half his finger in my tight ass.

‘ My ass is so tight. If I cannot take his finger, how will I take his penis in my ass. I hope he

is not too long or thick', I thought to myself as I stole a glance at his erection in his pants.

Even as I was thinking this, a wave of current ran through my spine as his middle finger

entered me fully and moved around examining my soft insides. He looked at my face and

then looked at the kid and said; " Now you do the same and get your finger inside with mine

remaining inside". I clutched on to my legs firmly as the second finger violated my back

passage. The two fingers moved in opposite directions, pulling apart my ass-cheeks. My ass

seemed to be loosening up as the man took out his finger to dip two fingers in my cunt. This

time he rammed the two fingers in me. Soon there were six fingers inside my ass. As the two

men removed their fingers, I could see partially how loose my anal opening had become. I

was then made to get up and kneel down beside the cot and bend forward with my hands

holding on to the crisscrossing ropes of the cot and my legs spread. The man kneeled down

behind me and spread my ass cheeks wider. I could feel his hard dick head touching my asscrack.

He pushed his erection in to my pussy and moved it around. He then did the same

with his fingers and lubricated my butt-hole. Then in one big push he rammed his tool in my

rear. I could not believe how easily his tool pushed inside all the way.

‘ This isn't so bad. I can take it in my ass', I thought.

But what I had not realized was that he had some more to push inside me. Now my body

started to feel the pressure of his dick ripping my ass. I started to breathe heavily, clutching

on to the cot firmly. He remained inside my for some time, allowing me to calm down.

When he felt that I was all right, his thrusting started slowly and gathered momentum. His

hands were expertly fondling my breasts and at the same time rubbing my clit. As the first

orgasm rushed through my body, a loud moan escaped my mouth and juices flowed down

my thighs. He waited for my orgasm to subside and then again started the thrusting. " Oooh

yes I'm close", he whispered. Within seconds I felt his warm load filling up my ass. There

was no way that it could come out of my ass. It felt really odd to have his dick go limp while

inside me. He pulled out of me and got up. I remained in the same position drenched in

sweat and totally exhausted. But he was not done. He came to my face and put his limp dick

in my mouth and ordered me to clean it. I licked off the mixture of his semen & my juices

off his organ.

I didn't realize when I dozed off. When I got up I was sleeping naked on the floor. The

owner of the hut was sleeping on the cot, also naked and the kid was nowhere to be seen. I

looked at my watch. It was 5 in the morning. I got up quietly and decided to get out before

he could get up. I looked around for my clothes. Suddenly I realized that I was naked when I

entered the hut. So I sneaked out of the hut totally naked, with my sandals in my hand. It was

still dark outside. This made it difficult for me to search for my clothes. I kept searching for

my clothes for more than half an hour. At the end of it all I could find was my petticoat but

without its string. So I could not even tie it around the waist. I was now naked for more than

10 hours.

‘ That ass hole kid must have taken my clothes as a souvenir', I thought.

S

o I walked back to the hut and entered it quietly. Luckily I found a coat hanging by a nail. I

took the coat and again exited the hut. The woolen coat came up to my knees. But the bad

part was that it had no buttons to close it. So I wore my sandals and held the coat tightly

around my stomach. My house was more than 10 minutes away. I walked quickly all the

way to the house. As soon as I entered the house and slammed the door shut, I rushed to the

bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood under the shower cleaning all the sweat and the

cum on and in my body. I came out of the shower and started to wipe myself looking in the

mirror. I had red marks all over my back and arms due to the coarse ropes of the cot. Though

I had enjoyed it, I was happy that it was over. I got in to the bed and pulled over the

comforter. I took off my wristwatch and my earrings. Just then the horror struck. My

mangalsutra was missing. It was very very important to me. It was a very old piece of

jewellery passed from generation to generation in my husband's family.

And I had forgotten it at that man's house during my wild romp. I had to get it back at any

cost. Any cost?

Rebecca & Beatrice - My Sex Slaves

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So this is how it started.  Two of my friends recently got married they are both successful guys who worked with each other in the same company and the girls they both married are stunning girls; however neither of my friends are, the girls they married were simply settling for them because they had money.  Beatrice was a gorgeous blonde, a little ditzy but with a lovely set of tits.  She was a nice and curvy.  Rebecca was tall and slight brunette, but something in her made you think that she was a mean cock fiend if there ever was one.

 

Me, well I am just a humble camera man who works on his own projects and has to take on work for people here in London like we

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ddings and stuff and that is when I thought of included my best friends' wives in my horny secret.  You see I liked to secretly film people in hotel rooms and when I found out that Beatrice and Rebecca were staying in the hotel were I liked to film secretly I couldn't pass up the opportunity.  Their husbands were nice guys but they were clueless they thought that those girls loved them but it was the £££ that they were in love with and those poor guys worked so hard to keep their expensive habits met.  Beatrice was always nice to me but it was Rebecca who always looked down her nose at me which bothered me (since I am not from the same social circles as them) but she was my sex slave for a two weeks and when I was done with her she wouldn't look me in the eye.

 

Both of them had ex-boyfriends who they saw on the side, I never said anything because I knew it would only hurt my friendship with their husbands.  I got wind from the registry clerk that they were checking in with four guys into this hotel so I found the room number and I set up the trap.

 

I completely forgot about the trap as I had just found out that I had got a job working on a big budget film as am assistant camera man, but then the registry clerk who was an ex-girlfriend of mine came round and gave me the tape (I had recorded us fucking over a year ago that is why she agreed to the whole set-up, because she knew I would post the video on the internet) so I put the tape in and as soon as they got into the room they started to tear each other's clothes off and they did EVERYTHING and when I mean EVERYTHING I mean EVERYTHING - blowjobs, gangbangs, DPs, girl-on-girl - it was like watching a porno (shame it was only one view though...).  I jacked off watching it for a while and didn't think too much of it as I put it into my collection of voyeuristic material and left it there. 

 

One day we all went out to dinner and their husbands said that they were going away for 2 weeks because they needed to set up some new network out in Thailand for their company - that is when my dirty imagination kicked in - with their husbands away they would want to be fucking their boyfriends, so I hatched a plan.  When I went home I picked out the opening scenes of the video encoded it into .avi format and sent the link in an email to Beatrice, I got a call instantly which sent my heart racing I hadn't thought that would happen and I hadn't planned what I was going to do next.

 

"Where did you get the tape?" asked Beatrice

"Don't worry about that" I hesitantly replied.

"What do you want, money?" was her stupid response.  People with money always think that people who don't have money are like them that they are motivated by money.  I was greedy for something else.

"No.  I want to have some fun with"

"What do you mean fun?" she replied.  It was her turn to be hesitant.

"I want you to be my sex slave for the two weeks your husband is away do you understand?"

"Fuck you" was her reply and she slammed the phone down.  I was scared I thought she would tell her husband, and that he would tell the police and then my whole operation would be bungled.  Then I got the courage to go to their place, I was gonna apologise to her and wish him luck on his trip.  As I was heading to the train station I saw her coming out of the train, my heart was beating so fast I wanted to run but my legs didn't move.  She came over and started to talk to me.

"Look, please don't tell Kevin about this please, I'll do anything" her eyes were pleading and I got my courage back.

"Anything?" she silently nodded, looking down.  So the first one was down with the plan.  Rebecca was going to be the big obstacle.  I told Beatrice that she had to get Rebecca to agree as well or there would be no deal.  She said she would try and I told her, don't try just make it happen otherwise Kevin and Tom would get the tape and everyone else we all mutually knew.  She got back on the train and I then went home.

 

Rebecca said she wouldn't agree to it, so I said to Beatrice that if she didn't agree but Beatrice did then I would edit Beatrice out and send Tom (Rebecca's husband) the tape.  Eventually Rebecca agreed but said that she couldn't come right away because her mother was ill (the bitch thought I would fuck her less, because of the time she would be there, how wrong she was because I would fuck her twice as much). 

 

So the big day came and I went round Beatrice's flat as soon as I was sure that Kevin was in the air (I phoned Kevin and Tom and they both said that they were on the plane and if I could check in on Rebecca and Beatrice from time to time, I said alright knowing fully I was fuck them until my dick was sore) I found her in the flat alone and I grabbed her straight away and started kissing her and groping her she was shocked and slapped me, I was angry I told her to get on her knees and suck my dick, she said she wouldn't so I left.  I got on the train and went home thinking fuck it, it was too much hassle with the whole blackmail thing, until I got home and realised there was some 37 missed calls on my mobile phone, I put my jacket down and as she phoned again.

"Deals off bitch, I am gonna ruin the both of you"

"Please don't do that, please I am begging you please" she pleaded

"Look I am giving you one chance, ok.  I want you to take your clothes off right now put a cushion on the floor and kneel down there and wait for me.  Whatever the fuck I tell you to do you will do ok?"

"ok" she was crying I could tell, but the blood was rushing to my dick as I was saying this. 

"One more thing keep the front door to the flat open so I can get in".

 

I grabbed my Digital Camcorder, some pornos on DVD, my laptop and went to her flat all the while my dick was straining to get out of my pants.  As I got to the front door I decided if it was locked I was just gonna turn around and forget about the whole thing.  I turned the Camcorder on and went it.  The door was open.  The most beautiful sight in the whole world stood (well kneeled!) before me, Beatrice naked with her big tits and fine figure.  She asked why I was filming this, I told her it was none of her business, I told her to turn around and show me her ass.  I was gonna fuck that at some point I decided right now I wanted to get sucked off but the excitement of it all had made me kinda limp so I told her to open my flies and then turn around and rub her ass on my cock until I was hard.  She complied and within seconds of touching her soft ass I was hard as a rock, I roughly pushed her to the ground and then told her to suck my cock.  She held my cock and I told her to look up at the camera as she put it in her mouth.  The feeling was electric, she sucked for a couple of minutes and then I told her I was gonna cum she took my dick out of her mouth and started jerking it

 

"Oh Beatrice I wanna cum in you mouth.  I want you to swallow it"

"I don't like that" she said

"I've seen the vid bitch, there's not much you don't like now do as I say" I said to her.

 

She did as I said and I shot a huge load in her mouth and tears were running down her face;

 

"Open your mouth show me the cum, good girl now swallow it" which she did, partly choking on it as it went down.  I was so satiated by the humiliation of this bitch that I turned the camera off and she ran to the toilet.  I locked the front door, incase someone came in and then went to the toilet, she was retching in the sink.

 

"You swallowed your boyfriend's cum, what's wrong with mine?" she didn't say anything and so I started to rub my cockhead up and down her ass.  I grabbed her hips and started to hump it as she washed the cum off her chin.  I opened up the medicine cabinet and took out some birth control pills and some baby oil, I told her hurry up because I needed servicing again.  As I was leaving the toilet she closed the door and was about to lock it, I told her that she couldn't lock any of the doors anymore (except the front door) I didn't want her calling anyone just in case things got rough for her. 

 

I picked up my bag and went to the living room, I drew the curtains and took my clothes off.  She was taking her time in the toilet.

 

"Beatrice hurry the fuck up" she came to the living room.  I had already oiled my cock up and she looked away from me and my cock.

 

"Lie down on the couch and spread your legs"  I got on top of her and began to rub my cock at the entrance of her cunt, all the while looking at her tits, her hands were in the air as she didn't want to touch me.  I got in and slowly slid my cock inside her looking at her face as she closed her eyes and sighed slightly.  I began to fuck her slowly at first then as her juices began to lubricate my cock and I began to increase my speed suddenly I realised that the camera wasn't getting this so I got off her and set the camera up.  I had to set the tripod up to get a full picture of me fucking her and then I jumped back on her, this time getting inside without being gentle, she gasped involuntarily and I said "what's the matter you liking it bitch!" and then laughed at her.  A few moments later I started to increase my speed and she knew what was coming next (she thought I was going to make her swallow again) but I kept on pounding her until I came inside her.  I collapsed on her and she crawled out from underneath me and went in tears to the bath room.  I went to sleep for awhile, when I woke I realise where I was and thought maybe Beatrice had done a runner and so I called out to her.  She crept out of her the bedroom and opened the living room door, I was relieved and then asked her to take her clothes off again - which she did without arguing. 

 

I got up and went to my bag and took out some DVDs, I looked for some good gangbang stuff and put in her DVD player.  I told her to sit on the couch as I found the scene of my favourite pornstar while I walked back to the couch I sat next to her and looked at her and all I said was "suck" which she now did obediently.  As she was sucking my cock I told her to lie flat so I could get a look at her ass while she sucked me off, the camera was running getting the sucking action and I then slapped her ass which made her suddenly stop sucking.

"What?" I said but she didn't reply and as I put my hand on her ass whilst she sucked me off.  Her phoned began to ring, which I picked up, it was Rebecca.  Beatrice still had my cock in her mouth looking at me about what she should do. 

"Answer the phone, tell her your sucking my dick and that after you swallow my cum you'll call her back"  she took the phone from my hand and I could hear what Rebecca was saying.

"Beatrice, is he there?"

"I am sucking his dick right now, I'll call you back after I swallow his cum" and she handed me the phone and went right back to sucking.  The women on the TV screen was being mercilessly ass fucked and I was about to shoot my load, so I told Beatrice, that I was gonna cum. She sucked me a little harder and I came in her mouth which she swallowed. She left the room and I turned the tv and the camera off, turned my laptop on and uploaded the camera clips onto the computer.

 

It was late now and she was already in bed, I was again feeling horny and went to the bedroom and crawled up beside her and started rubbing my cock on her ass, she didn't wake so I opened her nighty and spread her cheeks and began to push my hard cock into her asshole, that woke her up.

"What are doing she" she said

"I'm gonna fuck your ass now" I replied lustfully over her shoulder

"No, please" she protested "you haven't even used any lube, please I'm begging you it's going to hurt please"

"I don't care bitch, besides what am I supposed to do with my cock now huh?" she had been so silent through her ordeal I wanted to her something from her.

"I'll suck you off..."I pushed harder "...PLEASE...OW"

"What's that you wanna suck me off and swallow my cum huh?"

"Yes, I wanna suck your dick and swallow your cum" she said almost convincingly.  It was close enough for me.  I got off her and told her to hurry up.  She quickly positioned herself and began to suck me hard.

"You saw that women in the porno today how she moaned and groaned, you gotta do the same" I ordered.  She began to moan and groan and she looked up to see if I was enjoying it, and she let the head of my cock pop a couple of times from her mouth and before I knew I blew my load in her mouth and she swallowed again this time adding;

"Mmmmm that was yummy daddy" I replied to her

"See all you gotta do is make me cum and I will leave you alone for a couple of hours" she turned around and went to bed without saying anything.  I didn't want to her to get the last word before she went to bed so I added "You saved your ass today, quite literally but tomorrow is a different day".  I think I felt her shiver.

 

Beatrice had woken up and left the bedroom I was confident now that the bitch wouldn't tell anyone and so I got up and went looking for her.  She was in the kitchen having coffee and the look of fear came across her face when she saw my naked body, I yawned and poured myself some coffee and then looked her in the eyes.

"I wanna fuck your ass today, go and lube up your ass or whatever it is you need to do, because when I am hard later I am gonna fuck your ass whether you are ready or not" she put the coffee down and went to the bedroom.  She started to open her drawers looking for something to make the ordeal easier.  I smiled and buttered some toast and had a good hearty meal.  I went to take a piss in the toilet and she was there already taking a shit, she was scared, I bet she thought I was going to make her eat her shit or something - I'm a little perverted but even that is too perverted for me, so I pissed in the bath and poured water down the plughole and then closed the door.

 

I set up the camera again in the living room and waited for her.  I was just about to call her when she came into the room, my dick stood to attention looking at her naked form.  I wanted to prolong her agony so I asked her what she had done to prepare.

"I used some lube and a dildo"

"Ah...does Kevin get to fuck your ass often?"

"No...he doesn't do that kind of stuff."

"So who taught you about anal preparation and stuff"

"Daniel and Peter"

"The guys you fuck on the side huh?"

"Yes" she replied.  "Ok call up Rebecca tell her to get here today or I will begin to edit the video for her husband".  She picked her phone up from the table and called Rebecca.  I went to fiddle the camera for a bit, and she came into the room and said that Rebecca was going to come today.  I said good and then pushed her over the couch end getting her ass up in the air.  She had prepared her ass well, as I could put two fingers in her ass without a problem.  I picked up the lube bottle and poured some on my cock and some in her ass crack and massaged my cock and her asshole with alternate hands. 

"Hold your cheeks apart" I said as I positioned my cockhead against her asshole, I slowly began to push and it started to go in.  It felt heavenly, I took it out and began to push a little more on my fifth attempt I got all inside and she let out a whimper.

"It's ok baby," I said in a mocking fashion "you've done this before, daddy is gonna cum in your ass then leave you alone".  I began to thrust more and more to see if I could get my whole cock in her ass and I was surprised (well not as much as she was!) when it all fit.  As I was fucking her I grabbed her tits with my oily hands, they were cold and I massaged them as I fucked her ass.

"Baby look at me while I fuck your ass?" she looked over her shoulder and every thrust made her wince with pain it was too much for me and I cummed for what seemed like an eternity coupled with animal like screams of "oh yeah, oh yeah I'm coming in your ass Beatrice".  I took my dick out and she waited for me, she thought I would make her suck it for a bit but I told her she could go.

 

After lunch, I told her to phone Rebecca again and she did, Rebecca said she would be there in the evening.  Too bad for Beatrice as I was going to fuck her ass again.

"Come here Beatrice get on the couch doggystyle I am gonna fuck your ass again"  she asked was I going to turn the camera on I said "Fuck it I just wanna cum in your ass again".  We lubed up and since her ass was a little loose from the earlier assfucking I shoved my cock in without much problem (She yelped and said to do it slowly) I was pumping her when the phone went off and she picked it up saying it was Rebecca, I was still pumping her and told her to say I was fucking her ass and when I cummed in her ass she would open the front door, for now she would have to wait.

"Rebecca...ah...eh...he is fucking my ass right now...ow...ah...when he cums inside me, I'll let you in" I started pumping harder and harder hearing her speak to the other cock whore outside the front door.  I grabbed her ass I pushed one last time until I thought I would disappear inside her ass as I shot a ball draining amount of cum inside her ass. 

 

I grabbed a wet wipe and as she went to answer the door I said to her "grab a cushion put in on the floor, and tell her to take her clothes off, I'm gonna do the same to her as I did to you ok?" Beatrice got off the couch with my cum dripping out of her ass and down her leg to answer the door.  I kept the living room door closed and cleaned up my cock.  I heard the crying and then Rebecca's clothes falling to the floor, I knew this bitch was going to be harder to break but I hadn't come this far to fall at the last hurdle, besides I had more then a week to fuck these bitches.  I picked up the camera and opened the door, Rebecca looked at me from the floor with a defiant look, I thought to myself this one needs an ass fucking tonight to break her.  I called Beatrice and told her how to operate the camera, she was going to watch as her friend sucked my dick and swallowed my cum. 

"Beatrice keep my cock and her face in shot all the time ok?" Beatrice nodded. "Rebecca open your mouth" she shivered and opened her mouth as I put my semi-erect penis in her mouth.  Rebecca used her tongue more then Beatrice did who used her lips to keep me going, as I was getting lost in the whole episode I remembered that this bitch hated me so I grabbed a bunch of her hair and began to pound her throat.

"Ahghghh...I'm choking, please I can’t take anymore"

"Take it bitch," I grunted and kept going.  My balls started to tighten and she knew I was gonna cum.  I had seen Rebecca in the film and she didn't swallow her boyfriends cum, and she thought she wouldn't swallow mine because she pulled away, I slapped her face with my cock which made her open her mouth again and then I grabbed the back of her head as I started cumming down her throat.

"Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Fuck yeah, Rebecca you whore swallow my cum, swallow it you fucking bitch," and she choked down my cum with venom in her eyes and a look of shame and disgust.  It felt like there was still some cum in my cock so after she swallowed I told her to keep sucking until all my cum comes out.

"Harder suck it harder you bitch, when I am done with you you'll be begging for my cum".  Finally I was satisfied and I pulled my cock out her mouth and ordered her to say thank you to humiliate her further which she did, I took the camera off of Beatrice and Rebecca got up and ran to the bathroom crying and sobbing.  I uploading my latest victim on the laptop and went to the bathroom.

"Rebecca just so you know the rules, don't lock any doors and do whatever the fuck I tell whenever the fuck I tell you and the next couple of days will fly by" she wasn't listening to me as she was retching and washing her face.  I told Beatrice to go and set up the camera again and as she slid past us I grabbed Rebecca's hips and told her to grind her ass on my cock as I fondled her pussy and tits.  I kissed her neck and as I started to get hard I dragged her out of the bathroom and on to the living room couch and threw her there I passed her the bottle of baby oil and said "Lube up.  Beatrice Camera's rolling?"

"Yes"

"Ok what you gotta do is get her face and my dick going in and out of her ok...important shots are when I first get into her and when I cum inside her alright"  Rebecca didn't say anything as she was fingering her cunt with lube.  She positioned her self and I stuck my cock into her roughly. Beatrice was hovering every so often videoing her face then her pussy and as I told Rebecca to look into the camera I saw that she was hating Beatrice for it which gave me a bit of thrill.

"Uhgh, ugh bitch you want me cum in you?" I said between thrusts

"Yes daddy...ah ah ah...cum inside me daddy" Daddy? Beatrice must have taught her that as it reminded me of the porno we watched and she knew that it would make me cum quickly, and it sure did.  I exploded inside of her and jiggled around for awhile until I was sure I had deposited all my load in her.  Beatrice stopped filming and I slapped her naked ass as I said thank you to her and took the camera off of her then they both disappeared into the bathroom.  I uploaded the film again onto the laptop and then thought about what I was gonna do next to her.  I was a little tired from fucking Beatrice's ass then fucking Rebecca's mouth/throat and then her cunt so I decided that I was gonna fuck her ass tonight and I wouldn't do anything to either of them until then, to store up energy and cum.  I put the TV on and watched some football as the two of them came into the living room and I offhandedly said to them, "I'm gonna fuck Rebecca's ass tonight so prepare yourself for that and Beatrice you are gonna record that on the camcorder ok?"

"Ok" Beatrice replied, Rebecca didn't say anything as I got back to the football.

 

When it was time to fuck her I thought to humiliate them even further I was gonna rig my laptop to Beatrice's bedroom TV so they would have to watch themselves being fucked by me whilst I was fucking Rebecca's ass.  I put the camera on and their nervous naked forms entered into the bedroom Beatrice pulled the dildo out of Rebecca's ass and then came round to my side of the bed I grabbed the remote and the TV blinked on with Beatrice sucking my cock, Rebecca smiled slightly as she watched her friend being humiliated by me.  Rebecca got on the bed on all fours and waited for me to order her. 

"Spread those cheeks for me baby,  Beatrice lube up my cock" I didn't want to be gentle with her so after Beatrice got boths hands on the camera I pushed slowly and surely until I had entered her.

"Ahhh, please don’t do it so hard it hurts" then she started crying.  I began fucking her ass in earnest and half way through I got tired and lay down on top of her, she couldn't take my weight and of course collapsed on the bed.  As I was about to get up and pick her up I glanced towards the TV and saw my cock throat-fucking Rebecca which made me instantly rejuvenated and I began to fuck her ass by pounding and pounding her while she looked back with tears in her eyes and pleading whimpers lying flat on the bed.

"No mercy for you today, I am gonna enjoy every part of your body" after a few moments I started to move faster and faster as on the TV screen I was doing the same thing to her throat and then I started to thrust into her harder and harder and then when I cummed in her throat on the TV screen the look of disgust and humiliation was all I needed to see for me to cum in her ass too.

 

After they cleaned up I slept with the both of them in the bed and went from one and the other just kissing them and biting them until I fell asleep.  When I awoke, they were both next to me asleep so I woke them and pointed at my hard cock, Beatrice had escaped for awhile from my cock but I looked at Rebecca and said to Beatrice "You go and make breakfast for us" and looking at Rebecca "You got some cum-swallowing to do"  as Beatrice escaped I told Rebecca to position herself so I got a good view of her ass, she started sucking me reluctantly and so to encourage her I stuck my finger in her ass which made her yelp. "Has your ass recovered yet?"

"No it still hurts" she said between her words and my cock filling her mouth.  I wanted to taunt her.

"Stop sucking my dick - you're no good at it, I'm gonna fuck your ass again"

"Wait, please" she said as my cock plopped out of her mouth "I will suck you good please don't fuck my ass today" and she went back to sucking and moaning.

"Ok, I'll fuck Beatrice's ass today, but you have to swallow my cum.  Ah...when I cum call out to Beatrice to record it ok?"

"Mmmm.Mmmm" was all the bitch said.  I didn't have to say anything because as she was massaging my balls she must've felt them churning she took my cock out of her mouth and called out "Beatrice hurry up he's cumming!"  as she was working my cock and Beatrice's was getting the camera ready I told Rebecca to work the camera, because I was gonna use the flicks for my own personal use.

"Ready" said Beatrice.

"Mmmmm [pop] daddy please cum in my mouth. Mmmmm MMMmm.  [slurp] [slurp]. Mmmmm.  Fill my mouth with your cum Daddy I wanna swallow it all" that was all I needed to hear.

"Ahhhhh you fucking bitch I'm cumming, I'm cumming" I chimed in and I heard her swallowing my cum and then heard her say "that was yummy daddy" just like Beatrice did yesterday and then she continued to suck for a few minutes getting it clean.

 

After breakfast I told Beatrice that Rebecca was going to record me fucking her up the ass she cried and then said "ok".  I slept until about 4pm as I was shattered and my balls needed to recover from splattering the insides of these whores.  I walked into the living room and found them watching TV.

"You guys ready?" I asked with my semi-erect dick waving in the air.  Beatrice looked and said to me

"Please be gentle with me" and then sobbed somewhat.  If I had a heart it would have broken then, but all the blood was in my cock and I wanted her ass to fuck and so as Rebecca began to record as I pushed Beatrice over the couch and pushed my lubed cock in her ass and began to grunt and swear at her as I got inside her.

"Take it you fucking whore" I grabbed her hair and pulled it towards me "Look at me while I am fucking your ass you hear"

"Oow...Mhh...Yes...Daddy" she managed to say as I was getting into a steady rhythm of pumping her ass.

"Rebecca, get down then and look at my cock raping her ass" I ordered, the naked bitch got on to her knees and pointed the camera at my dick going into her friend's ass, and with each grunt that made Beatrice yelp I saw the smile on Rebecca's face growing wider.  Rebecca must have blamed Beatrice for this and vice versa so they liked watching each being ravaged by me - which was all the better for me!

"Yeah, Beatrice I am cumming inside your ass...mmmm yeah, do you want me to come in your ass?"

"Yeah daddy, cum inside my ass...yeah.....ugh...ugh...ugh" I exploded inside her and the cum spilt out and fell on Rebecca's leg, she wiped her hand on it and then saw me looking at her and she licked her hand clean of it rather then wiping it somewhere.  Beatrice was crying because I had hurt her so much and then she went into the bathroom to shit out my cum no doubt.  I wiped myself and said to them that I would order some pizza for them so they could recover.

 

After pizza, Beatrice said she wanted a bath and I let her have a bath whilst Rebecca was left alone with me.  Before going in the bath Beatrice got on her knees and put my dick in her mouth and sucked it for a few moments really hard and said to me "fuck Rebecca in the ass again" and I smiled at her.  Rebecca was naked on the couch wondered what I was going to do to her next, I put in a porno into the DVD player and sat back looking at her "Do I have to tell you what to do?" I asked.  She opened her mouth and shoved my erect cock in her mouth and hungrily began sucking on it.  Between sucks she asked "is this a gangbang film?"

"Yes but don't worry you're not it" I quipped as I pushed her head back down on my cock.

 

Over the next week I made them compete with each other promising that I would give the tape to the one who made me cum the most.  I never did, I still got it and all the other flicks I made.  I still fuck them from time to time, and their husbands are still clueless.

 

The End.

 

Burglary with benefits

Ellie1960 on Erotic Novels

During a simple burglary, anything can happen, yes, Anything!
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Sneaky 22, Picker 24
Jasmine Hawley 30, Naomi Kraus 32
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Chapter 1: Jasmine

The dead bolt was the first challenge, but Picker had earned his name for a particular talent he had. With the skills learned in the trade school he had attended, locksmithing now his trade, Picker eased the one inch long shaft back out of the door jamb. That job had taken almost 41 seconds to accomplish, not a record by any means but suitable for this brand of lock. He was pleased, the harder of the two was free of the steel plate that retained it. Now the keyed-alike door knob needed to be attended to. "One down", Picker whispered to his accomplice, then replaced the key chain to his mouth and aimed the beam to the br

Slut Wife, Part IV

topsarge on Erotic Poems

It had been weeks since Willie had taken the Hummer and I was getting pissed. Dottie kept saying he'd bring it back in a few days but it never happened. I had thought about calling the cops and reporting it stolen, but that would probably create alot of embarrassing questions. How did some young black kid get the keys to a 60K Hummer. It would probably expose the fact that my wife had gotten her brains fucked out by the big dicked bastard so I let things go, while I did a slow boil and tried not to lose my temper.

I had just gotten back from taking the boat out on the gulf and Dottie was gone. I fixed a drink and went to re-watch the videos of Dottie's threesome with Willie, Ross and her son. No matter how many tiimes I watched them, I always got horny as hell. I
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had just watched the scene where Dottie had been royally fucked by Willie's massive black cock and I blasted my load of cum all over the place. I still couldn't believe the size of his cock.  It was unbelievable that his fat dick actually lifted her ass off the floor when he pulled out of her streched pussy. I could watch that scene a million times and never get tired of it I thought as I wiped myself clean and headed to the main house.

I was in the bar having another drink when Dottie came in. She had a flushed look on her face and when I looked closer she had cum on her cheeks and in her hair. I asked her "where in the hell have you been" and she responded with "I was with Willie and some of his friends". That really pissed me off since the little prick, or should I say the big prick still had my Hummer. Dottie and I started arguing when she finally said "fuck you, your just pissed off because you weren't there to watch". I quickly realized she was right. Then she dropped a bomb shell by saying "she told Willie he could keep the Hummer". I was thinking about the money when she added "I ordered you a new one that will be here next week so quit bitching". then she walked over to me and pulled out my dick. She started sucking it as I sit there on the leather bar stool looking down at her. She looked up smiling and said  "Willie may have the biggest cock I've ever seen but I still love sucking yours. As her head hungerly bobbed up and down on my dick, visions of her fucking Willie appeared and I felt my cum quickly boiling and I blasted my load down her throat. She licked my dick clean still smiling as my cum trickled from her mouth.

"Now fix me a drink and quit being an ass hole" Dottie said as she stood up "and put you dick back in your pants" I fixed both of us a drink and realized I was married to a real fucking slut and was loving every minute of it. As we set there, Dottie said "Brian, her older son was coming down and would be here next week". I was thinking "he's only coming down since we had won the Lottery and had plenty of money that he could probably get from his mom". Dottie quickly finished her drink and said "I've got to take a shower and wash this sticky shit off" and left the room. I continued to sip my drink and wondered about the upcoming week. I wondered "how Brian would like the idea of his mother fucking blacks, or the dogs or even better yet, his brother".

The next several days passed uneventfully and Brad had left for the airport with Ross to pick up his brother. Dottie and I were in the bar when I asked her "what do you think would happen if Brian knew you were fucking his brother"? She just smiled and said "he'd probably be jealous since I've always tried to be fair and equal with my boys". While I was thinking "what an insatiable slut she was" she added  "I guess I'll  just have to fuck him too". 

Right then Brian, Brad and Ross walked in. After the initial hugs and kisses and "I've missed you" bull shit, we all set at the bar and had a few drinks. Brian kept talking about how "lucky we were with winning the Lottey" and I could tell he was getting a little buzzed. The mooch "probably had several drinks on the plane and at the airport" I thought. Dottie was sitting next to Brian and kept putting her hand on his leg. As I watched, she kept putting it closer and closer to his crotch. In his inceasing stupor, Brian didn't realize what his mother was doing. I continued to watch while a small smile on my face when Dottie leaned over an whispered something in Brad's ear. He smiled and then whispered something in Ross's ear. By now we all had a smile on our face, although I could only imagine what was up.

Brian was now slurring his words complaining that the flight had made his back sore. Dottie was still putting her hand on his leg and I thought I could detect the begining of an erection. Brad and Willie were now sitting there with big smiles on their faces. It was then that I knew what Dottie had in her peverted and twisted mind. Brian kept complaining about his back when Dottie told him to "lay down on the sofa and she would rub his back". Brian half heartedly resisted as his mom led him staggering to the sofa and had him lay down. Dottie helped Brian remove his shirt and started his back massage. I was somewhat suprized at Dottie's boldness, but then with her, nothing was a suprize anymore.

Brian appeared half passed out as Dottie continued his massage and was mumbling some girl, named Angie's name. As I continued watching my wife, I felt my own dick starting to stiffen wondering what her next step would be. Brad and Willie just kept sitting there watching the action only now their smile was gone, replaced with a look of lust instead. Brian suddenedly rolled over and Dottie began rubbing his chest. I watched as her hands went lower and lower down his stomach to his crotch. Now it was clearly evident that Brian was getting a a hard on. Dottie was by now becoming increasinly bolder as her hand started brushing the length of her son's ever growing cock.

Brian was still mumbling "Angie's" name and begining to squirm around a little. Dottie then pulled Brian's shorts down exposing his cock. I watched as Dottie took Brian's cock in her mouth and started slowly bobbing up and down it's length. It didn't take long for Brian to become completely hard from his mother's sucking as he continued mumbling Angie's name. Hell, even I knew she was on hell of a cock sucker.

Dottie quickly stood up and let her sun dress fall to the floor. She quickly pulled her red thong off and straddled Brian's cock. I was in amazement as she guided his cock head to her wet pussy lips and slowly lowered herself down the full length of his cock. As she slowly rode her son's cock, Brad and Willie approached her with their own stiff cocks. I watched as Dottie begain sucking Brad's cock and jerking off Willie's black cock while continuing to ride her other son cock. Dottie was truly an insatiable slut when it came to sex. By now, Dottie had a glazed look in her eyes as I watched the action, stoking my own cock and knew she was in complete bliss.

Dottie was now alternating between sucking Brad and Willie's cock while increasing her tempo riding Brian's cock. Here was my wife fucking both her son's at the same time with a black cock added just for good measure. I was getting horny as hell watching the action as I continued pumping my own dick.  Brian was now starting to respond to his mother's riding his cock by thrusting up to meet his mother's thrust while mumbling "Angie's" name. The room now filled with the wet slapping of pussy and dick and Dottie's sucking of the other cocks. Suddenly Willie yelled "here it come bitch" as he forced his cock down her throat unloading his wad. Dottie began sucking Willie's cock feverishly, hungerly draining every drop from his dick. Willie pulled his glistening dick from Dottie's mouth as his cum dribbled out as Brad quickly took his place.

Dottie was now besides herself, totally consumed with lust. She was riding one son's cock relentlessly while hungerly sucking her other son cock. I knew I wouldn't last much longer before I blasted my own wad as I watched the magnificent sight before me. By now, Brian was responding to his mother's riding his cock, meeting her every stoke. Dottie herself was mumbling in her lust, impaled by both her son's dicks. Suddendly, Brian came back to reality and yelled "mom what the fuck are you doing"? Dottie only increased her tempo on his dick while his brother Brad said "welcome home big brother". while continuing to feed his mother his own cock. Brian by now was consumed with his own lust from his mother's feverish riding of his cock and disregarded the taboo act of what he was doing. He began furiously thrusting up to his mother, pounding her pussy at a maddening pace.  Dottie was meeting his every thrust as the steady slap, slap of dick and pussy loudly filled the air. Brad's back stiffened as he yelled "suck it mom, suck it I'm cummmming, god I'm cummmmmming" I watched as Dottie once again hungerly sucked another cock dry. Brad pulled his cock from his mother's mouth with a wet plop and fell to the floor exhausted.

Brian was now a total madman consumed with his lust. He quickly flipped his mother over and began pounding her pussy. Dottie was thrashing her head from side to side under Brian's incredible assault yelling "fuck me Brian, fuck your mommy, oh fuck me" The pussy juice gushing from Dottie's swollen pussy was making the leather sofa slippery as Brian continued pounding his mother. I could no longer hold back and blasted my load all over the both of them. Dottie was yelling "I'm going to cummmmmmmm"  as Brian said "me too mom, me too" as he buried himself to the hilt. They laid there for a few moments catching their breath when Brian pulled out of his mother with a wet plop.

Willie who now had another hard on, walked over to Dottie and said "now it's time for some black meat bitch" as he laid down on the floor. I watched Brian's cum running down his mother's legs as she crawled over to Willie straddling his black cock, buring it to the hilt. Dottie began humping Willie's cock with long strokes, almost pulling completly out before plunging down again. Willie appeared to be in seventh heaven as Dottie continued riding his cock at a steady pace. By now, Brad had another hard on and got behind his mother forcing her down on Willie. As I watched, I knew what he was planning. He smeared his hand with her never ending pussy juice and smeared it on his dick and her ass hole. As I continued watching, Brad positioned his dick head at his mother's ass and began pushing forward. Slowly but surely he worked his dick up his mother's ass and began fucking her. Soon Willie and Brad had a matching tempo and were steadly fucking Dottie who was completly crazed with lust and desire. As the onslaught quickened, Dottie began yelling "I'm cummmmmming, god I'm cummmmming, fuck me harder you bastards, fuck me". Dottie's whole body was now trembling as she lost herself to a massive orgasam. Willie and Brad both stiffened as thay simultaneously blasted their own loads with Brad yelling "our dicks are hitting, our dicks are hitting".

Brian had a shocked look on his face but a glazed lustful look in his eyes from the scene he had just watched. That was evident by his own flag pole proudly sticking up again. I guess the old saying "a stiff dick has no conscience is true" even if it's your own mother. I looked at Brian and said "wait until you met Max, Rebel and Charlie". He asked "who are they"? I responded with "their our dogs and chimp". Brian's eyes got even wider but the glazed and lustful look was even more apparent than before.

To be continued.



My Sex with the pro's wife

danboy123 on Cheating Stories

This story is true but the names have been changed.

It was at the start of the summer on a tuesday afternoon and i had just finished a round of golf which to be quite truthful wasn't my best. I had lost, and lost heavily to the person that i am always competing with. But the playing partner had been rushed into work and i had gone into the pro shop for some tee pegs before i went home.

The pros wife was called Carol and she wasn't bad looking for her age, she was about 5'6 with quite an athletic build and you could tell that she worked out. We had always been friends and quite recently i could feel that we were getting close, she was always flirty with everyone but i felt now that she was going a little but to far with me and could tell that she liked me. 'Hello

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Carol' i shout as i can see her in her office, 'Hello Dan' she responds. Anyway we get talking and she tells me that her husband Darren was given a lesson and that he would be gone for a while, we were talking for quite a long time now and she picked up a putter from the rack and said 'Dan i have been having problems with my putting can u help me with my posture'.

So i take the putter from he and get into the putting position and as i done this Carol got behind me and started grapping my crotch and whispered in my ear ' I want you Dan and i want you now'.

So we agreed to meet at the car park to the forest just a few minutes away, Carol told Darren that she was going down to Asda and would be back in 20 minutes.

I was the first to arrive at the forest and was sitting in my car waiting and was so horny, my cock was at full lenth and was rock hard, i got it out and started myself off but as soon as i started i heard a knock on the window and Carol was waiting there staring at my now 8 inch cock. As soon as the door opened she jumped on me and we started kissing passionatly and managed to rip off her blouse and she had a lovely pair of tits, her nipples were perfect size and they now had my tongue licking up and down on the pair of them.

I moved down on her pussy and it is perfectly shaven and quite tight considering her age and started to lick her out and was enjoying it, anyway she jumps up and just stares at my cock for a few seconds and just says 'I want that in my mouth' so she is suckong me off for about 4-5 minutes before i shoot all over her face.

We relax for a few miutes and start kissing again before she just turns and says 'Put that cock in me' so we go at it again for about 20 before her phone rings, its Darren, so she answers bearing in mind my cock is still in her pussy and says that she will be 10 mkinutes so we both finish up and once again i shoot my load over.

We both get changed back into our clothes and go our seperate ways. One week later i see her again up the golf club and we don't even say a word to each other, but i am sure i will sex again with the pro's wife......Carol!!

Solace, Chapter One--Revised.

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Louise Collier was an artist, and at 16, still very much an awkward teenager. Her body was not developing as fast as her mind, and this was among the many things which served to make her unpopular. She had a great tendancy to internalize everything, and when she didn't, she only externalized by talking to Katelyn, her best friend, or writing poetry. She was in no manner assertive and avoided all conflicts if possible. She hadn't quite lost the baby-pudge of her stomache, but she was relatively in shape--she had wide hips and fairly full breasts which she made no attempt to mask; she felt it was her one asset, and she had long ago made the decision that there should be at least one thing about herself to flaunt. Besides that, wearing low-cut shirts made her feel objectified; though she cons
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idered herself fairly feministic, it was a nice change from the day-to-day intellectual attention she recieved.

Lawrence McCade was to the unfamiliar eye a towering, frighteningly dark figure--deep brown eyes which could bore into a person's soul; black hair which always had the same kept part on the left side of his head; thin lips which rarely lifted into a smile; a once well-built body which had gone slightly softer with age. He was by no means an amiable person--this is the reason that, at fourty-two, his wife had left him and the four children they'd concieved together. This only served to make him unhappier and lonelier, and most neighbors and acquaintances shyed away from him for this reason--only one family, the Colliers, supported him through watching his children whilst he worked. They had four children as well, all of whom were roughly equal in age difference with his own young. The oldest were his daughter, Katelyn,15, and Louise, who had just turned sixteen. She stayed with Katelyn almost every day, either spending the night at her house or at Katelyn's. Louise couldn't get enough of Katelyn's house. Everything there was so fun--hot-dog cookouts and late-night slumber parties where the two and their siblings would stay up watching Unsolved Mysteries as long as they could to see if they'd have wild nightmares.

The only factor Louise wasn't crazy about was Lawrence . . . she always had the distinct feeling he didn't want her around. Moreover, he didn't seem like a very safe person. All the other Collier children thought he was wonderful. Perhaps they knew him better. She still couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding she had as she approached the McCade residence on a Friday afternoon in late November.

She was to meet Katelyn for a study session before their English exam, and Katelyn was having trouble understanding archetypes. She assumed Katelyn was already home, because the sun was falling behind the trees now, casting a pink-orange hue over the street, and an evening wind had begun to blow loose leaves from the Water Oaks in the front yard. Louise followed the path to the door and rapped her knuckles against it as hard as she could, though it barely made a sound. She paused; when no one came, she tried again, harder this time. A moment later the door swung open and Lawrence stood towering above her--she couldn't make out his face as the houselights weren't on.

"Hi . . . is Katelym home yet?" Louise rubbed her knuckles against the palm of her other hand.

"Louise--Come in--are you two doing something today" He stepped aside and she entered the house--her eyes easily adjusted to the dim room, and she put clasped her hands in front of her. She wore a long-sleeved black vee-neck shirt which crept very low on her chest and a knee-length silk skirt, also black.

Her feet tiwtched nervously in her heels. "Just studying."

"Oh. Well, she'll be back shortly. She's with her mom right now."

"Her--oh-" She shook her head. Katelyn hadn't seen her mother in years, so this was fairly surprising to Louise. This fact was obvious to the man before her.

" . . . She moved back to the States," he said, "just showed up this afternoon. To take them out to dinner. Sit down."

Louise didn't want to sit down--the situation felt very awkward, and she didn't like being alone with this man, but she obliged anyway, perching at the edge of the couch.

"That's surprising," Louise said, and tried to give him a sympathetic smile. He smiled back at her, and she thought maybe it was the first time he'd smiled in a while.

"So, I was making dinner for the girls. I guess we'll have to eat it, right?" He nudged his head towards te entrance to the kitchen. "Come on . . . it's Hamburger Helper."

A voice in Louise's head said *no*, whispering urgently. She wanted very badly to leave and go home. But she couldn't leave him here, couldn't deny his hospitality.

"Sure thing," she said.

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"Good?" Lawrence asked carefully as he took her dish from in front of her. "I modified the recipe a little, so it wouldn't taste, you know . . . like shit."

"Wonderful, thank you." Louise replied. Most of the dinner had been silent, awkward--she wished Katelyn would just get back, but felt guilty for thinking that--after all, she was with her mother . . . She looked up, and saw Lawrence staring down at her, his expression unreadable.

She paused, blushing, and tilted her head down slightly. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "was I staring?" His voice was intense, low, and his eyes were black. "It's just, you've grown up so."

"That's what time will do to you," she said quietly, and tried to laugh. It came out raspy. She heard the voice again in her head, pleading--*get up . . .leave . . .* and moved to get up.

"My parents must be worried. I better leave." She pushed herself up, not looking up, and almost slammed into him. He was blocking her exit.

"I don't think they're worried," he said, and his voice was low, and made her shiver. She felt a cold hand, huge, calloused, on her chin, and her head was lifted up towards his.

"There's no need to leave just yet."

"Please," Louise whispered. "I have to go . . " She found she couldn't look away from his eyes. She realized then that she never should have entered the house.

His hand left her chin to trail down her neck, her shoulders, down her arms to her fingertips, and then, very slightly, brushed against her left breast. She gasped. He was touching her. Her best friend's father . . . would he rape her? Would he hurt her? Every thought added to the tears that formed, making her eyes burn. She felt her nipples become erect, and she shuddered.

His whisper-touch turned into a grasp--he took the flash in his hand and squeezed as hard as he could, and she cried out softly. He leaned into her a little, and his eyes told her she wasn't going anywhere--then swiftly, he scooped her up in his arms and nearly sprinted to the bedroom.

The bedroom lights were off but she was familiar with the room--the large, inviting bed, always made. It no longer seemed so inviting to her as he tipped her onto it, tearing at her shirt until the fabric ripped and her green push-up bra was exposed. Louise couldn't find her voice to say a thing.

Lawrence hovered over her in the dark, and she could make out his panting face, his wide eyes.

"I've always wanted to do this. You're so young and beautiful. And you want it . . . you have to want it. Tell me you want it."

She was at a loss for what to do, but only for a moment--a swift smack across the face directed her on what to say. Gasping, crying now, she parted her lips and noddded quickly. "I--I want .. .it . . ." He growled and pushed her bra up over her breasts. They were fully exposed now, and the cool air only served to make her nipples more swollen, pebble-like; he took them both in his hands, pinched them hard and twisted them, and Louise gasped in evident pain--this was mixed with pleasure though, and she hated herself and her apparent confusion.

"I'll make you like it," he swore. "I'll make you . . ." And he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. They were so numb from the pain he'd inflicted that at first, she couldn't tell; the warmth began to spread though, and she could feel his tongue swirling around it as his other hand ccaressed the other gently, stopping now and again to run a single finger in the crease beneath her breast tantalizingly.

It felt good. She tried her hardest not to show this--she was still disgusted and terribly frieghtened. This was molestation, this was rape. But he was making it feel good, and her physical senses were trying desperately to overrule her psychological ones. Suddenly, without thinking, she parted her knees slightly. That was all he needed.

"Mhmm," he moaned, and slid a hand forcefully under her skirt--he immediately felt the heat, the wetness, and he laughed. "I knew it. I knew you wanted me, you little whore." Tears welled in her eyes, and he took her legs and spread them forcefully, pushing her skirt up to her waist and pulling down her white panties.

She was exposed now, and she whimpered as he unzipped his pants and wriggled out of them and of his boxers. She saw his erection and gasped . . . she'd never actually seen a penis before, and it struck her as far too big to fit inside her body. Lawrence took the tip of his erection and pressed it against the opening to Louise's heat--she was sure he could feel her shivering.

"You're a virgin, aren't you, Little Louise? I'm here to change that. I'll teach you to make Love. I'm going to teach you now . . ." He plunged into her, stopping briefly at her barrier--he was lubricated, but she'd never experienced such pain before and she couldn't even scream--she was being impaled.

Then he pushed through all the way, creating a stabbing pain in her abdomen, and stayed stationary inside her for a moment, shuddering. "You're so tight, oh, Jesus, you're so hot and tight." He stroked her face. "Doesn't that feel good, baby? Doesn't it make you feel whole? Don't you want to fuck?" When she didn't say anything, he began to pull out and rammed into her again--he took her ankles and placed them on each shoulder, and braced her arms over her head with one of his hands. Then he took his other hand and dragged it down her body, through her thick curls to her clitoris.

He gently rubbed it in a circular motion "Talk to me." She lay there for a moment, wondering what to do. The truth was, his hand on her clit felt so good--she felt so good. She felt dirty, and she liked the conrol he had over her. She liked the pain he was causing. He continued to rub her clit.

"Talk to me," he said again, more forcefully. "Tell me you're a whore."

"I'm a whore," she repeated, and to his surprise she arched her back into him slightly. "I'm such a dirty whore . . . please teach me a lesson. Punish me. Make love to me."

He groaned, and began the rythm of his hips, in and out, grimacing.

"Please, please . . . " she gasped, pushing her hips into him. "Fuck me. Treat me like the little slut I am. I'm so hot for you, so hot and wet . . . fuck me raw. Come inside me."

He began pushing into her harder--the pain was excruciating, so good--ripping into her, massaging her clit furiously, squeezing her knees together with an ankle on eacch shoulder. She could feel it building up now; he was going to orgasm inside her.

"Please, please daddy," she cried, "Come inside me! Oh, God, yes . . ." When he came, she felt it hitting the deepest parts of her, and the sensation causes her walls to shake and contract violently. She screamed, and he pulled out quickly.

His eyes had become frantic looking, and his breathing was heavier now than during the sex. He pushed her legs off him. He must've known she wouldn't tell anyone, because he didn't tellher not to--he simply puled his pants back on and, averting her eyes, said "Find one of Katie's shirts to wear. Use the back door." He scrambled into the master bath and slammed the door, leaving her gasping for breath, naked on his bed, covered in sweat.

Her mind was reeling. She burst into tears, wondering if she'd actually done this. She was in too much pain to move, and too much pain not to move. Sobbing, she ran out of the room.

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To be continued . . .

This is the first in a series about Lawrence's and Louise's affair . . . maybe even someone else? This will contain a little bit of everything, but for its general purpose I'm moving into the teen section.

Next chapter--Lawrence deals with a guilty conscience while Louise tries in vain to control her newfound lust. A kinky time will be had!

Executive Lust

Yoda0351 on Sex Stories

Executive Lust – Tuff At The Top.
It was with mixed emotions that Bryce entered the very familiar elevator that cold June morning. He had been with the company for fifteen years, slowly working his way up through the ranks into the upper management levels until, finally, the break he had been waiting for, his boss died. He knew it sounded callous to put it so bluntly but it was a fact of life, everyone knew that he was the best person for the position but that the only way he would get the promotion is if Old Man Jenkins were to retire or die, he died first.

Same people in the elevator as every other morning, each greeting familiar faces. It could have been an ordinary day in every way up until now. Here was the level that he always got off at, but not today. E
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veryone in the elevator shuffled out until it was only he left in the little cubicle. He reached out and pressed twelve, the level he was going to be working on in future, the top floor of the building and the top floor of his career. At forty Bryce hadn't done too badly for himself, he was fit, well trimmed, smart in his tailored suits and now at the top of the food chain, well, almost. He was yet to meet his new boss as his was not the only promotion within the company recently. His superior was from out of town, an import from an affiliated company and, from what he had heard, and an absolute ball breaker. Bryce was aware that you didn't climb the corporate ladder by being nice and he was expecting this new executive member to be somewhat of a challenge. All he knew about the guy is that his name was Watson.

The elevator doors whispered open and Bryce stepped out with a sigh into his new career. There was cheerful Sally, the receptionist, "Good Morning Mr. McCleary." she smiled as he strode in mock confidence past her desk.

"Good Day Sally, how are you this morning?" he smiled back, not expecting a reply.

Bryce knew exactly where he was going, he had been there thousands of times before during his long career but it had been to go and see the Boss, now he was the Boss. Many more familiar faces smiled their welcome, all knew that Bryce had waited a long time for this moment, he was popular with most and they were glad that he had received his long awaited promotion. Last office at the end of the corridor, thick carpets dulled his heavy footsteps as he slowed slightly, the rich aroma of polished solid oak finishing had always been his favorite part of a visit to the twelfth floor. Portraits of past company Presidents and CEO's lined the narrow passage at either side, and Bryce was proud, proud to at last be a part of this very old company in its old building. He was no longer dreading meeting the new boss.

He entered his office from the side door, not wanting to face his secretary just yet. It was just as Old Man Jenkins had left it, minus a few personal items. The huge oak desk and deep, black leather chair facing the window with its view out over the city and in the distance the sea. Bryce was about to step over to the window when the inter-leading door between his and his secretary's office burst open and before him stood a stunning woman. Bryce was so taken by surprise that before he could say a word she reached out her hand and said:

"Jenny Watson, you must be Bryce McCleary, pleased to meet you"

Her hand was soft and warm in his, he stammered through the introduction trying to get over the surprise. So Watson was a woman, unbelievable. Bryce was not the chauvinistic type, he had no problem with a female superior, it had just taken him by surprise and he found himself staring.

Jenny had always been a head turner, long, straight, black hair down to the cleft of her firm ass, legs that seem to go on for ever and breasts that have made more than one man turn for a second look. Jenny's eyes were as blue as the bluest oceans, eyes you could get lost in. Yet to Jenny these things were irrelevant, although they had come in handy in the past. She knew that she looked good in a short skirt and preferred to wear them, especially when wearing a suit. It made her irresistible to any man. Everywhere she went she radiated sexuality. On more than one occasion a strange man had whispered his desire for her. Jenny had not always granted their wishes but the men lucky enough to get her between the covers had had the best time of their lives with this vixen.

Jenny felt that today wouldn't be any different and looking at Bryce she knew that she would like to get him between the covers. He was Adonis personified. Strong, athletic, gorgeous and in a powerful position. These are huge turn ons for her and today was no different.

"I wonder if he'll let me seduce him," she pondered.

Shocked by her thoughts she walked over to his desk. Jenny had heard things about Bryce that she wanted to find out for herself. Ladies lucky enough to have bedded him only spoke well of him; some went as far as to say; no lover they've ever had came close.

"Well, I'll like to find out for myself." she thought.

As Bryce spoke to her, his deep husky voice was sending shivers through her whole body.

"Man has the voice of an angel."

Jenny was looking at Bryce and couldn't understand what effect he was having on her and the fact that he wasn't even aware of it was even more tantalizing.

"What the hell is wrong with me, I'm not like this. Pull yourself together girl, this is your colleague!"



Looking at him, Jenny hoped that he could not guess her inner thoughts.

Jenny got the pleasantries out of the way and got right down to business.

They were discussing sales figures in his division over the past quarter and Bryce was answering her in autopilot, all the while taking in every feature of this beautiful woman sitting across from him. He put her at about thirty; long slim legs disappeared under a formal suit skirt. The outline of her hips said that she was in good shape and her trim waist told him that she possibly worked out in the gym.

Jenny was squirming in her seat as she spoke to him, perhaps a habit or maybe she felt uneasy in his presence. She certainly didn't strike him as a woman that would be easily intimidated by a man, in fact, quite the opposite. She seemed confident and self-assured but she looked uneasy sitting across from him now.

It was then that Bryce noticed that Jenny's suit jacket had opened to allow him a view of her white blouse underneath. To his amazement, as he watched, two of the blouse buttons had come undone, exposing Jenny's ample breasts for Bryce to admire. Bryce was not sure how to react, he was a bit embarrassed at first, he had only just met the woman and he was not sure how she would react to a stranger looking down her blouse. Jenny looked up at Bryce and noticed the direction of his stare; looking down herself she saw what was causing the distraction.

Jenny looked back at Bryce and he blushed slightly, should he look away or would that only make her more embarrassed. Her white lacey bra was clearly visible but for some reason her left breast was partially out of place and Bryce had a clear view of her protruding nipple. Perfectly formed dark pink in color and encircled by an equally beautiful dark areola. Bryce was mesmerized, Jenny had beautiful breasts and in the first ten minutes of them meeting he had seen one of them. He looked up into Jenny's incredible blue eyes and saw no look of embarrassment, as he held her gaze she lifted her hand and shifted the offending globe back into its correct position and buttoned her blouse. Without the slightest hint of embarrassment Jenny continued her questioning for a few minutes longer before excusing herself and standing up from her perch against the desk, walked to the door. Bryce watched as her ass moved beneath the smooth fabric of her short skirt, no panty lines. She was either wearing a g-string or no panties at all. Hmm, nothing turned Bryce on more than knowing that a woman was pantieless under her skirt.

As she left she spun around, her long black hair forming a long arc around her shoulders,

" Possibly see you for lunch then Mr. McCleary?" she asked with a glint in her beautiful blue eyes.

"Possibly, Ms Watson" Bryan smiled back, not wanting to let on how much the flash of her boob had affected his normally stable composure, and she was gone, closing the door and leaving only her scent to bring back the memory of that soft pale breast with the dark tan lines and the just as dark nipple.

The rest of Bryce's morning went by without event. He was kept busy with calls and e-mails of congratulations. He packed all of his personal belongings, which had been sent from downstairs, into his desk and laid out his collection of model cars. He found his mind constantly wondering back to the meeting with his new boss. Everything about her intrigued him, her long black hair and deep blue eyes were fascinating but what amazed him the most was her lack of embarrassment at him getting an eyeful of her boob. Bryce knew that it was against company policy to pursue any office relationship, he knew that should he even attempt to establish any sort of personal contact with Jenny that she would be obliged to take it further in accordance with company rules.

"There must be something there," pondered Bryce. Jenny had acted as if it were an every day occurrence for her to flash her breasts to her subordinates; maybe she had also felt the electrifying magnetism, which he had felt. Bryce shook it off, he had known the woman for ten minutes and he was fantasizing about her, not only that, she was the boss. Jennie leant against the door as she closed it behind her.

"What the hell was that?"

She had never in her life been this forward with a man and what she did was against the company regulations. She flashed a smile at Sally and went on her way. During the course of the day she kept thinking of Bryce and wondered if there was anything there. Should she pursue this or let it be? She had a feeling she wanted Bryce. She could feel it all over her body. She locked her office door and sat down on her chair. She placed her hand on her breast and began playing with the little culprit that had tried to make an escape. It felt good. Her nipple became hard as she caressed it, round and round the tip until swollen.

A devilish smile crept over Jenny's lips and she walked over to the copier standing in her office. Reaching up under her short skirt she removed her g-string, she lifted the top cover of the machine. A quick look behind her found what she was looking for; the chair was exactly the right height to use as a step. Stepping up onto the chair Jenny sat on the copier and made a copy of her ass. The light was warm on her naked skin as it passed beneath her, the heat like a secret hand caressing her exposed ass as she sat on the cold glass. Spreading her thighs slightly Jenny made copies of her clean shaven pussy and she was sure that her puckered little anus would come out quite clearly when she reached back and deliberately spread her cheeks, she felt her lips part slightly as the light once again passed beneath her exposed rear. Jenny smiled as she pressed the copy button one last time, she could feel her aroused slit release a small amount of slippery warm fluid and she was quite positive that it would be visible in the copy.

Setting the machine to e-mail, Jenny punched in Bryce's inter office IP address and, after a moments hesitation, pressed send.

It took a great deal of self control to stop herself from running to Bryce's office and sitting there watching him while he opened his e-mail. Jenny literally could not wait to see his reaction. She had made the first move and the anticipation was killing her. Fifteen minutes passed, nothing. Bryce would not know who's pussy was so nicely framed on his PC but two and two were easily added when he read the senders IP address. Jenny could wait no longer and she hurriedly walked to Bryce's office and peeked through the side door to see if he was there. Jenny heard him in the bathroom adjoining the office. She couldn't help smiling, feeling like a cat who had just stolen some cream. She so wanted to see the expression on his face when he looked at those copies. Jenny listened at the door and heard him come out of the bathroom; she listened as she heard a ruffling of papers and the sound of his keyboard keys. She could hear the quickening of his breath and she imagined him looking at her most intimate place, the same place that was presently sending shockwaves down her thighs as small contractions caused more slippery juices to be released from between her swollen outer lips.

Jenny walked away and grinned. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and felt herself being turned around. It was Bryce, and the knowing look in his eyes told her he knew it was her who had sent the e-mail.

"Got your E." his deep base voice reverberated in her chest. "Hope you didn't send it to me by mistake."

Again their closeness allowed her to feel his words. She blushed and he smiled a naughty smile.

"Fuck he is sexy! I'd do him now if he'd only ask." She smiled back at him, trying very hard not to reveal to him the turmoil that he was causing in her head and between her legs.

Jenny turned and walked in the direction of her office without answering Bryce. She could feel the heavy fall of his feet as he followed her. She was embarrassed; she didn't want him to find out this quickly. No, that wasn't true, she knew exactly what she was doing and she could not help herself.

As she entered her office she turned around to face him, in doing so she immediately noticed the bulge in his pants. She couldn't help staring, it was huge, and it wasn't there five minutes ago. Was he really interested? She looked up into his face and saw him staring at her breasts again. She looked at him puzzled, what should she do next? Should she make the first move or wait for him? She walked over to him and coyingly asked if he liked what he saw, he only nodded his head but she could see that his breathing was fast and shallow. She breathed in his musky scent.

Jenny turned around and sauntered back to her desk, watching the look in Bryce's eyes. She sat in her leather chair and kicked back from the desk. Suddenly she heard footsteps that had stopped in front of her door. Bryce quickly sat down and pretended to talk figures. Clever man she thought. It was one of the sales managers and he was looking for Bryce. As Bryce got up Jenny winked at him and placed her hand on her breast and squeezed it. She saw him swallow hard and smile, the thick bulge of his erect cock clearly visible. She was enjoying this, teasing the poor man, giving him something worthwhile to think about.

"See you for lunch then Mr McCleary"

"Most definitely, Ms Watson" was his husky reply.

At first it was with utter amazement that Bryce stared at the screen of his PC. The first attachment opened and he found himself looking at a colour copy of a perfectly round pair of ass cheeks, the thighs closed tightly, fumbling with the mouse Bryce managed to open the second attachment, this time the thighs were parted and this presented a smooth shaven pussy, the deep cleft between the lips closed, hiding their secret treasure. The next attachment was much more erotic. The ass cheeks had been parted to reveal the soft pink puckered ring of her anus, the pussy lips too had parted to reveal the thin wings of her inner pussy lips and a deep pink opening into forbidden depths. Tell tale traces of shiny wetness covered the length of the open groove, a sure sign that the owner of this perfect pussy was highly aroused. Peeping seductively from beneath the velvet fond of its hood was the swollen tip of her erect clit, teasing. Bryce's cock was now uncomfortably hard, his pants restraining any further upward movement of the now thick rod it was throbbing uncontrollably. One look at the senders address told Bryce exactly what he wanted to know, she had made the first move and now the gloves were off.

Time to retaliate, as he opened his door Bryce saw Jenny turn to walk away. He reached up to stop her, so soft; her hair brushed the back of his hand. Jenny turned to him and she could see in his face that he had seen the pictures. She turned again towards her office and he followed. Once inside she turned and her eyes dropped to the front of his pants where his erection was very obvious, she approached him and asked him in a whisper if he had enjoyed what he had seen, all he could do was nod his head. Maybe it was his imagination but he was sure he could smell her aroused pussy. Jenny turned back to her desk and sat down in her chair, kicking away from the desk she lifted her thigh slowly when suddenly here were footsteps near the door. Bryce sat down and pretended to be having a conversation with Jenny until one of his junior sales clerks excused himself for the interruption but would Bryce mind helping out with a problem. The clerk left and Bryce stood, preparing to leave, trying to devise a way to hide the outline of his hardon, Jenny winked at him and again asked him about lunch, then placed one of her hands on a breast, squeezed gently. Bryce had to get out of there, he turned and fled.

Jennie watched as Bryce fled her office, and shook her head, laughing. She was enjoying this game she was playing with Bryce, but she was getting bored. Jenny was horny and Bryce was not taking the bait. She looked at her watch and saw there was about half an hour before lunch. She went into the adjoining bathroom and made sure that Bryce would not resist her.

At precisely one o'clock Jenny walked into Bryce's office. She could see the look in his eyes and knew, just like herself, he also wanted this. Jenny walked over to him, swaying her hips as she walked. Her, now braless, breasts moving up and down against her blouse as she moved. Stopping at his desk she leaned forward, making sure that he could see into her blouse, deliberately exposing her breasts to him.

"Well Mr Cleary, ready for lunch?" she asked as she stood up, turned around and looked over her shoulder.

She noticed that Bryce was looking at her, running his eyes over her figure, he looked up at her and in his husky voice

"I'm ready Ms Watson". They walked together out of the office towards the lifts, close proximity allowing them to smell the presence of the other. They got into the elevator and no one followed. They were alone.

Jenny looked at Bryce and he looked at her, neither saying a word, the sexual tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Suddenly it went dark and the elevator stopped between floors. They were stuck. Bryce managed to contact one of the maintenance guys on his cell phone and was told that the blackout had affected the whole city and that because the building was so old there was no way of getting them out until the electricity supply had been restored. He was also told that because one of the substations was faulty, they would be stuck there for a minimum of an hour. Bryce explained the situation to Jenny and she just smiled.

Both Bryce and Jenny were well aware of the consequences should they be caught having any sort of office relationship. These possible repercussions seemed to make the attraction that they felt for each other more alluring, the "forbidden fruit syndrome". Bryce stood with his back against he wall of the elevator; he was determined to keep the situation under control.

Jenny stood with her back against the opposite wall, her jacket covered all but the very front of her blouse and from where he stood Bryce could not see more than the buttons of her white garment. He knew, however, that beneath the thin white material was a pair of firm, pale, matching globes. Pert and round with matching pointed nipples, stiff and erect from the friction of her blouse. Bryce knew that the fine little bumps that encircled each tip would be standing out proudly, framing the swollen pink buds. He tried to keep his mind off of the fact that he knew that she was standing there in front of him with nothing her skirt covering the smooth split mound of her womanhood. The hood of her erect clitoris visible between the narrow gap in her outer lips where they nestled between her closed thighs. Bryce tried to keep his mind from imagining that a little deeper between those fleshy outer lips lay the soft wings of her inner pussy, folded protectively to close her secret opening where the heat of her passion was brewing, slowly bubbling to the surface in a slippery trickle of warm lust.
Jenny said nothing, she watched him intently. Bryce knew that she could see the outline of his ever-growing erection in the front of his pants. How he wished he could release his length for her to satisfy herself on, to have her way and leave him in a collapsed heap on the floor of the elevator, the tell tales signs of their passion a messy puddle between his legs. Bryce knew better than to lust after the boss but what do you do when the boss is lusting after you? Jenny was beginning to look uneasy; as he watched her she began to squirm slightly, as if she had ants in her clothes. Her breathing was becoming fast and shallow, her eyes became hooded and as he watched Jenny lifted her one hand under her jacket and cupped on of her full breasts, she sighed.

Bryce thought it maybe the time to voice what they both knew to be true;

"Jenny, we can't. You know what will happen if someone realizes what is happening, they will fire the both of us"

"Shut up and watch, see how long you can resist this. I am willing to take the risk if you are" She purred.

With that, Jenny removed her jacket. Bryce could see the colour and shape of her beautiful nipples clearly through the thin blouse. Jenny stepped towards Bryce, moving her hands up to once again cup her breasts, accentuating the probing tips of her nipples as they pressed against the white fabric. She stepped to within a foot of where Bryce stood, he could smell her, almost taste her, hear her every breath. Jenny began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, seductively, allowing Bryce to see the deep cleft between her protruding mounds. More buttons, until her blouse is completely open in front. Crossing her hands, Jenny placed her palms under her blouse where it still teasingly hiding her from Bryce's hungry view and taking a breast in each hand, gently squeezed, she gasped.

"Open me" she instructed Bryce.

With trembling hands Bryce reached out and took hold of the two folds of Jenny's blouse, slowly he moving them aside to reveal Jenny's hands as they gently massaged her swollen tits.

Bryce looked up directly into those burning blue eyes and with a smile Jenny dropped her hands. They were perfect, fully erect, begging for his warm mouth to take them one at a time and suck them gently, causing fingers of fire to shoot downwards into her pussy, caressing her clitoris. Bryce did not move, he only stared as her heavy breathing brought the beautiful sight closer with each breath, so close that Bryce could feel the warmth radiating from her tender skin.

Again Bryce looked up into her eyes, she pleaded with him to touch her, take her firmness in each hand and caress her to orgasm, but he did nothing. Torn between what he longed to do and what he knew he should not do. The look in Jenny's eyes changed slightly and Bryce saw a slight movement of her one hand, then he felt it. Jenny had reached out and placed her open palm over the thick outline of Bryce's huge erection. He gasped at her touch, her warm hand closed around the bulge of his shaft and she gently squeezed. Bryce put his head back against the wall of the elevator and the air hissed through his teeth as she rubed along the full length of his cock to where the head lay captive, swollen and throbbing. With practiced fingers Jenny gently pinched his shaft at the point where the thick flange of the head begins. Bryce felt the first release of sticky liquid from his tip, a warning that an explosion was pending. Now it was Jenny's turn to hiss as she felt his engorged cock twitch beneath her teasing fingers. She leant forward, pressing her naked chest against Bryce's broad, hard one, her head tilting forward onto his shoulder. Bryce could feel her shudder as she firmly stroked his rod through his pants. The heats of her hard nipples burn through Bryce's shirt as the rubbery firmness of her breasts presses them against him.

Then, suddenly the lights in the elevator come on, motors hum and the floor begins to move. Spurred into quick movement Jenny buttoned her blouse and donned her jacket again but nothing can hide the arousal in her face. Her pupils were dilated, her lips, quivering and her breathing, erratic. Bryce had never in his life been more attracted to a woman than he was at that moment to Jenny, she was wild with sexual arousal, like a horse in a burning stable she's highly agitated, eyes wide, nostrils flared. Bryce was sure he could literally smell her arousal. The doors whispered open and Jenny exited quickly with one sideways glance at him and a flick of that jet-black hair, she is gone. In that moment Bryce had made the decision that Jenny was going to be his, he was going to make love to her in every conceivable way, no matter what the risks. Only, it was going to be on his terms.

Jennie felt Bryce's warmth against her bare chest, she breathed in his smell and for a moment she felt herself being lost in this man. Suddenly the lights came back on and the lift moved, she quickly got dressed and as the doors opened it was her turn to flee.

She glanced at Bryce and fled. Jenny couldn't get to her car fast enough. Down in the underground garage stood her car. She had saved a long time to afford this baby. She didn't care about your everyday sports model, she wanted to be noticed when she drove hers. Standing under a light as if the light was made for it, stood her Mustang, blood red like the blood running in her veins. Chrome trimmed. Her car was an extension of her sexuality. Every piece of customizing she had chosen with great care, from the covers on the seats to the mags on the wheels. Sexuality personified.

Jenny felt she had to get out of there and with the engine purring she was gone. She was going to her hotel room where she could feel safe to try and decipher the feelings racking through her body. She was driving like a demon and had failed to notice that Bryce was following her. She ran up to her room opened the door and collapsed on the bed.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" she couldn't understand why she was throwing herself at a man she barely knew. Yet she knew she wanted him, she had to explore every inch of his body, run her hands over him. Jenny had felt him and she wanted more, she wanted him inside of her, to taste him. Getting up she stripped. She had to have a cold shower or she would not be able to go back to the office. Opening the taps, the cold water sprayed over her. She ran her hands over her body and imagined it to be Bryce's hands. Her hands went down to her pussy and ran her fingers over her clit, she could feel that it was still erect and loved the feeling of her teasing fingers. There was a knock at her door. With a sigh she got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body and went to answer the door. Jenny opened the door and looked straight up at Bryce, straight into those deep hazel eyes. Jenny froze with her hand still on doorknob; taking her hand of the doorknob Bryce closed the door behind him. She stared up at him, her legs weak, total shock at this surprise intrusion. Bryce came up to her and took her in his arms.

Suddenly his mouth was on hers, open, his warm tongue probing. Jenny closed her eyes and succumbed to the dizzy emotion that suddenly overwhelmed her; she opened her lips to his and his tongue found hers in a warm, wet frenzy. Jenny wrapped her arms around his broad frame and held the back of his head, running her fingers through his thick hair. As she lifted her arms Jenny felt the towel that was hiding her nakedness fall to the floor and she pressed her exposed body hard against Bryce. Her tits were on fire as she ground them against the smooth fabric of his shirt. Standing on her tiptoes to reach up to him Jenny could feel her hips jammed against his thighs and her smooth mound pressed tightly against his swollen member where it stood out in front of his pants.

Jenny was lost in the sensation of the kiss, her world spun as his musky mouth seduced hers, their tongues entwined, breathing hard. Then he stopped kissing her, stepped back, looked at her nakedness from her toes to her head then stooped to pick up the towel and hand it to her. "See you back at the office" he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Once Bryce had made the decision to make Jenny his, his plan fell into place very quickly. Firstly, he had to catch up with her and make it obvious to her what his intentions were. Jenny was moving at a hell of a pace, by the time Bryce got down to the covered parking she was already in her Mustang, reversing out of her parking. Bryce sprinted to his car and took off after her. It took all he and his car had to keep her in sight. Eventually Jenny pulled into the lot of the hotel and disappeared inside. Bryce parked and followed her in. He was just in time to see her close the door of her room on the ground floor. Now that he was here Bryce was unsure of what to do, he hesitated. Conflicting decisions went through his mind as he fought with himself over what to do, he walked up to the door and knocked," too late now" he thought.

Jenny came to the door with a towel wrapped around her, a look of complete surprise on her face. Bryce didn't hesitate; stepping forward he took her hand from the door and closed it behind him. He again stepped forward and took her in his arms, Bryce put his mouth on hers and he felt her melt against him, her lips parting as he searched for and found her burning tongue. Jenny lifted her arms and Bryce felt her towel drop, her nakedness pressed against him. He could clearly feel the shape of her firm breasts against his chest, he wanted her so badly. Bryce wished he could take her right there, lay her open and drive himself into her forever.

However...... that was not part of his plan. Jenny was beginning to react extremely aroused, her mouth moving on his, her hands restless in his hair and on his back, her hips thrust hard against him. Bryce could feel Jenny's mound as it pressed against his raging cock, all he had to do was lie her on the bed and she was his. Bryce broke the kiss and stepped back. God, she was magnificent. He looked at her naked body on display for him to see, the slim legs with the smooth slit at the apex, her clit standing proudly out from between her lips. The smooth belly topped by her perfect breasts with their very aroused nipples. Bryce looked Jenny in the eye as he picked up the fallen towel, handed it to her, told her he would see her at the office and left.

She looked as he turned away in utter disbelief. She stood there naked and he did nothing. Why had he come to her hotel room? She went back to the bathroom and had her shower.

She sat at the edge of the bed, her mind in turmoil. Did she do something wrong? Was he not turned on by what he saw? Yet he had come to her room. He wanted something. But what? She paced up and down, trying to figure out what he wanted. She knew he wanted her, she saw it in his eyes, but something was keeping him back. Then she smiled. He was playing her game now. She quickly got dressed, making sure she was irresistible. She got in her car and drove all the way back to the office.

Jenny got into the elevator. Up to the top floor she went. Stepping out of the elevator she walked over to Bryce's office. Stepping into his office, Jenny found it empty. Shrugging her shoulders she left and closed the door. Jenny went to her office and it was business as usual. Jenny kept herself busy until her secretary bid her farewell and left. She looked out of the window and watched the sun set. Standing up, Jenny walked over to the window. She did not hear her office door open, close or being locked and was unaware that Bryce was standing watching her at the window, the rays of the sun falling on her silhouette. She looked like a Greek goddess standing like that.

Jenny smelled him first. It didn't register that he may be in the room and she was startled when she felt hands on her shoulders. She began to turn but Bryce held her firmly. "At last" Jenny thought to herself as she realized what was about to happen. Leaning back against Bryce's sturdy frame, Jenny laid her head on his shoulder and breathed his scent in deeply. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to this man.

At first Bryce did nothing but stand and hold Jenny, watching the sunset over her shoulder, savoring the moment of closeness. For Jenny the moment was electric, the fine hairs on her arms stood up in anticipation and the goose bumps were in their millions up her spine. Jenny could hear Bryce breathing close to her ear and felt her hair ruffled by each breath. The pounding in her ears was the sound of her own heartbeat as her arousal increased. Bryce must have sensed her heightened sensitivity because he moved his hands slowly from her shoulders down on to her upper arms, gently he moved his hands from her blouse to the bare skin of her arms, Jenny shuddered. The initial shock of his warm palms on her skin was invigorating, she sighed as his hands continued moving down her arms, slowly, soothing. Bryce reached down and covered her hands in his; he squeezed her carefully, feeling along her fingers, into her palms. It was soooo relaxing, Jenny was melting, and the warmth of Bryce's touch on her smooth skin was incredible

Bryce's hands moved again, from her hands he moved to her hips where he explored higher into her waist and up, her ribs, tickling slightly but all the while the heat from his hands radiating through her clothing. His palms now flat over her belly, upward under the swell of her breasts. Bryce turned his palms and cupped a breast in each hand, lifting and holding them firmly. So warm the heat of his hands, the strength of his grip, his fingers searching for and finding the stiffly swollen nubs of her nipples. Gently Bryce traced the outline of Jenny's areolas where they stood out from the smooth surface of her breasts. The friction of Bryce's fingers was causing waves of pleasure to travel downward through Jenny's belly to between her thighs and deeper to where the heat of her arousal was slowly melting Jenny's insides and warm liquid was beginning to seep out from between her neatly folded inner lips as they protected her secret opening.

Bryce began to undo Jenny's blouse buttons, starting at the top, it seemed that he was making sure that he made maximum contact with her breasts as he continued torturing her with the smooth friction against her sensitive nipples. One by one the buttons were released and more of her naked flesh was exposed. The front of the blouse still hid Jenny's nipples but the swell of her breasts parted the fabric to reveal the soft pale curves in the valley between, rising up to a promise of darker peaks above. Bryce undid the last button and her blouse fell open, held together only by the sharp protrusion of her nipples. Bryce spread his fingers and started at the waistband of her skirt he touched her ultra sensitive skin with the barest of touches from his fingertips. Moving slowly upward, under her blouse, his fingers traced spidery tingles up her belly. Jenny's inner muscles contracted and she moaned as she felt her pussy release a fresh flow of heat out from between her lips and begin to form a wet slippery patch between her thighs.

Jenny gasped as Bryce's warm touch came in contact with the lower curve of her breast, her breathing was fast and shallow and her breasts rose and fell in time to each breath. His hands flowed over her skin like molten heat, conforming to her every contour, taking her shape. Another second and Bryce closed his huge palms over her naked breasts and Jenny inhaled a long, deep breath as he folded around her, her probing nipples between his thick fingers. A shock wave descended from where Bryce's hands cradled her breasts, through her chest, down her torso and ended in a splash of sensation between her tightly closed thighs. Jenny was shaking, almost as if she was cold, but it was arousal that was causing the reaction. She had never before experienced anything like this. Bryce began to gently massage her breasts, pressing them into his palms. He took her enflamed nipples and slowly rolled them between his fingers, Jenny was very near the edge, she could feel the warning signs. She had never before cum without clitoral stimulation before but now she could feel herself at the point of no return as she fought to press her thighs tighter together hoping for the friction she craved against her engorged clit, but it was futile. Her slippery lubricating juices were oozing from between her lips, making any kind of friction impossible; her pussy was so wet that she could feel the wetness at her clit.

It was at that moment that Bryce gently pulled on Jenny's nipples as he rolled them. Jenny bit her lip, reached back with her hands and grabbed Bryce's ass and pulled him close against her. She gave a long grunt as her world fell apart and she exploded into orgasm. She lost all sense of her surroundings except for his voice, deep, vibrating through his chest into her back, like a base drum, he was encouraging her to keep cumming, not to stop. She couldn't anyway, wave after wave of ecstasy hit her, making her pussy cramp tight, forcing more and more of her warm moist juices to flow from her.

It seemed like ages before Jenny began to relax, her breathing slowed and she stopped panting. Bryce held her tight against him while her orgasm subsided and it was a long time before Jenny opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Jenny was turning out to be everything that Bryce had hoped she would be, sensual, erotic and responsive. It seemed she couldn't get enough of his hands on her body. At first Bryce had been nervous about what sort of reaction she was going to have to him sneaking into her office. After placing the Champagne and flowers on Jenny's desk he was in two minds what to do, it proved to be the right choice to approach her quietly. Jenny had reacted in a way that was so erotic that it seemed as if his cock was going to burst at any second. Pressed between the firm cheeks of her ass, every move Jenny made was torture to Bryce. The woman was on fire, every touch caused a response. Her breasts so sensitive that when he had begun teasing her nipples she had erupted in orgasm. It had taken a while for her to relax but eventually Jenny had looked up at him, turned her head slightly and reached up to pull his mouth down on hers.

He could taste her arousal as her lips parted and her tongue sought his, her kiss was pleading for him not to stop. Not breaking the kiss Bryce turned Jenny, for a moment he felt the heat of her breasts against him, the grating of her nipples through his shirt. Bryce broke the kiss, his hands behind Jenny, caressing her back and again he trailed just the tips if his fingers along the defined muscles on either side of her spine, she placed her hands behind his head and played with his hair looking him in the eye.

Bryce trailed his fingers downward, feeling the tiny goosebumps on her smooth skin all the way down to the top of her skirt. Bryce searched for and found the small zip on the side of Jenny's skirt, took hold of it and tantalizingly pulled it open. Jenny smiled at him and he took hold of her skirt on each side and pushed down, freeing the garment from the curve of her hips and allowing it to crumple to the floor around her ankles. Again his fingertips began tracing the features of her back, up between her shoulders where his palms came to rest.

Bryce bent his head forward and Jenny let out a whispered moan as he closed his hot mouth around her left nipple. Gently pinching the rubbery tip with his lips, he felt her press her breast forward as if to try to force her nipple deeper into his mouth. Bryce opened his mouth and enclosed the entire areola. He pressed his tongue against her and he felt her stiffen in his arms, he slowly circled her nipple with his tongue, feeling it pucker tightly under the warm friction. Jenny was no longer playing with his hair, she had taken two fistfuls and was holding his mouth firmly in position over her burning breast, all the while whimpering, her eyes tightly shut.

 

Bryce could feel her tension building again but did not want her to cum again just yet. He released his hold on her breast and moving slightly took her other nipple in his mouth. Again a gasp out of Jenny as her sensitive tip got became accustomed to the oral assault. Bryce again felt the tightening of the warm flesh in his mouth as her areola puckered tight, this time he sucked her into his mouth, gently at first but Jenny pressed his head firmly into her breast and he took it as a signal that she wanted more. Her entire nipple changed shape as he sucked her into his mouth hard. It seemed to grow in size and he could feel the puffy swelling filling his mouth, he bit down gently. Jenny let out a stifled yell and froze, Bryce could sense the orgasm racking through her as he continued to gently nibble on her engorged nipple, never releasing his suctioned grip until he felt her begin to relax as her orgasm faded. Bryce gently kissed her heavily swollen nipple as he released Jenny to stand upright again. Jenny's face was flushed, her hair in disarray and her eyes hooded as if in a trance. "Thank you Bryce, that was great," she mumbled before she lay against him, her head on his chest. Bryce held her while she calmed down, her breasts pressed against his abs.

His cock was killing him, every bit of movement that Jenny made caused uncomfortable friction against his throbbing shaft and it was at this point that Jenny seemed to become aware of it.

Stepping back from him, Jenny kicked her skirt aside and Bryce could see that she was wearing a pair of sexy red French knickers and she was till wearing her stilettos.

Jenny then knelt on the carpet in front of Bryce, she looked up at him and with an evil grin began to undo his leather belt, all the time looking him straight in the eye. Jenny then undid his pants and opened his zip; a gentle tug and his pants were around his ankles. Jenny looked down between his legs at his bulging undies; it was his turn to moan when she unexpectedly closed her warm fist around his erect shaft, feeling the shape of his swollen head through the fabric with her fingertips. Jenny skillfully rotated her fingers around the sensitive ridge, causing Bryce's cock to twitch and throb in her hand. With her other hand Jenny cupped Bryce's heavy balls, feeling the spongy resistance under her fingers, it felt amazing.

With one swift movement Jenny released her hold on Bryce's manhood, took hold of his undies and pulled them down to join his pants around his ankles. In front of her Bryce's fully erect dick sprang free and she wasted no time in exploring it. Bryce had a very thick shaft and an even thicker head; sheathed in his foreskin it looked huge.

Jenny took his cock in her hand and gently drew Bryce's foreskin back to expose the smooth, dark bulb. She caressed his length from where it protruded from his pubic bush to the very tip where the tiny eye watched her every move. The sensation was beginning to have an effect on Bryce, he could feel his balls tightening as she closed her hand around him again and drew his foreskin back and forth over his mushroom head.

Again Jenny took his balls in her hand and slipped her fingers deeper, massaging his shaft where it passed between his legs. Bryce was having difficult breathing evenly. The friction of Jenny's hand along his shaft and the pressure of her fingers under his balls was becoming too much. Bryce closed his eyes and savored the sensations that were running through his rock hard cock, he felt Jenny draw his foreskin back to expose his head and then he felt a wet, warm heat engulf the end of his cock. Jenny had taken him into her mouth, just the tip at first, running her tongue around and under the head. Slowly she took him deeper, stroking his shaft with her hand and beginning to trust him in and out of her warm mouth. Bryce felt her lips pass the ridge and close around the shaft as Jenny inserted more and more of him into her mouth with each stroke.

Bryce felt his ass tighten as her stroking became more insistent, Jenny began to suck gently as his cock slipped between her lips, her fingers between his legs probed deeper massaging the very base of his hardon, causing intense pleasure. His balls still cupped in her hand Jenny squeezed ever so gently, coaxing out the sudden rush of warm sticky semen that she knew was on the way. Bryce felt the tip of his dick press against the back of Jenny's throat and he could feel that he was close to shooting his load. "Careful Jen, I'm gonna cum" Bryce whispered through clenched teeth. Jenny's only reaction to the warning was to increase the pressure of her fingers between his legs and to suck a bit harder on his cock as she continued thrusting it in and out of her mouth. Bryce felt the familiar feeling of his cock swelling as he approached the final stage before orgasm. Jenny's hand pumped his shaft and she trust his cock all the way into her mouth and held him, running her rough tongue along the underside of his dick as it pulsed in her throat. Jenny thrust her fingers deeper between Bryce's legs and he felt her fingertips touch the puckered ring of his anus; she circled him, pressing gently, drawing out his orgasm.

Jenny felt the first explosive jet of Bryce's orgasm start where her fingers were teasing his asshole. She felt him clench and the thick hard length of his cock between his legs moved as she felt the first shot pass under her fingers, a millisecond later she felt the shaft in her other hand expand as his load shot past. Jenny felt the thick stream of salty semen burst into her mouth and she felt her inner pussy respond. His sperm was hot and tasted great, without slowing her stroking on his shaft or the friction of her tongue under his knob, Jenny swallowed just before the second, even bigger squirt of hot semen erupted from inside his balls. Jenny could feel the contractions at the base of Bryce's cock where her fingers continued to tease his ass. His balls had tightened and he stood with his hips thrust forward, grunting quietly.

Spurt after thick spurt of cum shot from Bryce's cock as she held him tight in her mouth, she knew she was giving him intense pleasure and she wanted to make it last as long as possible. Bryce's orgasm faded and his ejaculations became weaker until they stopped completely. Jenny held him in her mouth as his shaft twitched and slowly began to soften. Carefully she cleaned him off and released him from her mouth. Jenny folded his foreskin closed over his head and let it hang before lifting his legs one at a time to free his clothing, she then pushed them aside to join her skirt.

Bryce lifted Jenny to her feet, wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against his she felt his deep voice deep in her breasts " Thanks Jen, I really needed that, you've been teasing the hell out of me all day". Jenny smiled up at him, she like it when he called her "Jen" "And what do you think you've been doing to me?" she quipped.

Only then did Jenny notice the Champagne and flowers, she reached up and kissed him, thanking him for being so thoughtful. Letting go of each other the two of them moved to the desk where Bryce proceeded to open the champagne. Jenny walked around the desk and Bryce watched her cheeky ass move where it peeped out from he knickers, "She's gorgeous" he thought to himself.

Jenny sat down in her leather chair and put her feet up on the desk, Bryce looked around for something to pour the champagne into, found nothing and passed Jenny the bottle. Jenny took a long swig from the bottle but lowered it a little too quickly and it fizzed, a thick, white stream of the cool bubbly liquid cascaded over the rim of the bottle, over her hand and down the bottle before splashing into the valley between her breasts and running down, filling her navel before soaking her knickers from the waistband over her mound and down between her thighs. Jenny squeeled as the coolness dribbled between the lips of her pussy, she stood as quickly as she could but it was too late, she had a wetter pussy. "Oh, well, you will just have to clean me up" she looked at Bryce mischievously, waiting for his reaction.

Bryce stepped around the table and took the bottle from Jenny, he carefully took a mouthful of the bubbly sweet liquid, careful not to make the same mistake Jenny had. Placing the bottle on the table behind him Bryce leant forward and put his warm mouth between Jenny's breasts, he tasted champagne mingled with her scent and he followed the trail south. The firm mounds on either side of his face pressed against his cheeks and Jenny giggled as he battled to keep his tongue at the base of the valley. Soon, however the valley flattened out onto a plateau, smooth and firm and wet with spilled champagne. Bryce found her deep navel and sucked noisily to ensure that all traces of wetness were thoroughly removed, Jenny Squealed with laughter and tried to back away but Bryce held her firmly.

A little lower Bryce felt her knickers waistband under his lips and Jenny stopped giggling. Bryce hooked his fingers under the band on each of Jenny's hips and drew downwards. As the waistband traveled downwards so Bryce's mouth followed, lapping up the taste of sweet wetness. There it was, the musky smell of a woman's arousal, Bryce breathed in her aroma as his tongue found the spongy firmness of her mound, he traced his tongue from one side to the other feeling the shallow rift where her mound joined her thigh. Jenny's mound pouted forward, perfectly smooth with tiny little dark spots where she shaved.



It was no surprise when Bryce's tongue encountered a deep ridge in the otherwise smooth mound. Bryce had at last reached Jenny's slit. Without hesitation he pressed the tip of his tongue into the crevice searching for and finding the soft, pink hood of Jenny's clitoris. Pressing deeper, pushing Jenny's outer lips aside Bryce felt the thick, hard welt of her clitoris hidden beneath the sheath and he explored it with his tongue.

Bryce pulled Jenny's knickers to the floor and without removing his tongue from its position over her clit he helped her step out of them, placing his hand inside her knees he parted her thighs slightly and Jenny obliged by standing with her feet apart, allowing Bryce easier access to her burning clit.

Bryce now probed deeper; he could taste her wetness, warm and slippery. Jenny's clit was hard and swollen and as Bryce parted her lips with his tongue so it stood out further until he could trace the full length of thick stub, from its base at the apex of her slit to the swollen pink tip where it peeped out from under its hood. Initially any contact with his tongue on the tip of her clit made Jenny jump slightly, with slow, gentle manipulation her sensitivity diminished and was replaced by an urgent need for full contact with his rough tongue. Bryce was enjoying this, Jenny was becoming more and more aroused and he could feel that she was becoming unstable on her feet. Pausing for a moment in his lapping of her clit he, turned Jenny and placed her naked ass against the desk. With the weight off her feet Bryce placed Jenny's legs on either side of him and kneeled in front of her. With her thighs spread Bryce had a clear view of her exposed pussy, from her clit, down between her closed outer lips to where the cheeks of her ass were visible on the desk.

Bryce leant forward, placing his open mouth squarely over Jenny's clitoris, driving his tongue between her lips and licking upwards under her clit shaft. The result was instantaneous. Jenny bucked her hips forward, thrusting her clit outward, making it more accessible to his probing tongue. Bryce moved the point of his tongue up and over the tip of Jenny's clit along the swollen shaft and back down again, Jenny matched his rhythm by thrusting her hips back and forth, pressing her erect clitoris hard against Bryce's tormenting tongue. Bryce tasted her juices as they flowed hotly from within her and he could tell that she was about to cum again, he rubbed her clit at a furious pace, knowing that it was driving Jenny wild. Jenny was whimpering and her thrusts were becoming more and more urgent.

Bryce suddenly stopped, stood Jenny up, turned her around and bent her forward over the desk, spreading her legs wide. The view was fantastic, Jenny's slim legs topped by her curvy ass split by a deep rift below which Jenny's puffy pussy lips glistened with her own hot juices. Jenny played along by supporting herself on her elbows, arching her back and sticking her ass out at Bryce. She felt his hands on her ass cheeks, parting them, exposing both her openings to him. Jenny could feel that her outer pussy lips had parted; her fine inner lips too were open, revealing the secret entrance to her inner pussy. Jenny almost fainted when she felt Bryce's mouth cover her open pussy and his probing tongue shoot forward between her slippery inner lips and deep into her exposed entrance. She felt his rotate his tongue inside her then withdraw to run it along her slit again to tease the tip of her enflamed clit. Inside her again, sucking gently, his hands spreading her further, hot breath on her sensitive anus. Bryce repeated his oral penetration of her and he knew that she was very close to cumming. He stopped, she moaned. Bryce stood up, helped her upright and turned her again, she sat on the desk and he gently pushed her back until she was flat on her back. Lifting her thighs high and wide, Bryce positioned Jenny's ass on the edge of the desk with her open pussy in line with his fully erect cock.

Bryce stepped forward and placed the length of his rod in the groove of Jenny's parted outer lips, the underside of his knob pressed against her protruding clit. Bryce moved his hips slightly, grinding his hardness deeper between her wet lips, his balls firmly lodged against Jenny's tight, warm, anus. Jenny was whimpering again, she badly needed to cum, reaching down she took hold of Bryce's rod and as he moved back she retracted his foreskin and guided the thick head deeper between her lips until she felt it pressed against the tight ring of her pussy entrance. Looking into his eyes she pleased "Please Bryce, I need you inside me now."

With a short movement forward, Bryce pressed his cock passed the tight entrance and Jenny felt the "pop" as the head stretched her open and penetrated her, her opening gripping his shaft tightly as it slipped further up into her. Jenny closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Bryce's hard length gliding effortlessly into her sodden pussy. She felt the end of his shaft pushing up into her, her inner walls giving way to the giant intrusion until she felt he tip of his rod firmly positioned at the mouth of her uterus and his balls pressed warmly between her ass cheeks. Bryce paused there, allowing Jenny a little time to become accustomed to the intrusion. Slowly Bryce withdrew from deep inside Jenny, his shaft now slick with her slippery lubricant. Jenny felt the ridge of his head once again encounter the tight ring of her pussy; again Bryce hesitated for a moment before once again slipping back up into Jenny.

Slowly increasing in tempo, Bryce began rhythmically thrusting his cock in and out of Jenny. Her arousal was complete; she had lifted her thighs as high as possible to allow Bryce's full length to penetrate her over and over. Bryce bent forward and again took one of Jenny's swollen nipples in his mouth; sucking hard he took her entire areola in. Again the result was instantaneous. Jenny gasped and grabbed Bryce's head, her pussy clamped around his cock so tightly that he had to make extra effort to drive it in and out of the tight opening. Jenny's inside quivered, she could feel the warm wetness running from her pussy down the crack of her ass where Bryce's balls were sliding in and out between her cheeks, teasing her anus. Jenny's nipple filled Bryce's mouth, his tongue feeling the rippled circle around the swollen tip. Bryce was close, he could feel his cock twitching and growing thicker, the head expanding inside Jenny, she could feel the tip of his rod probing her uterus, something she had never experienced before, his thrusting became more urgent as he felt her consciously tighten her inner walls around his rod, milking him, forcing him to spray her soft insides with his thick, hot seed.

Then it was time. Bryce bit down gently on Jenny's nipple, his hand found her other breast and he gently squeezed. Jenny bucked her hips and let out a strangled scream as she felt a bolt of pure pleasure course through her breasts down into her pussy and contract around Bryce's thick shaft as he released his first high velocity jet of semen deep inside her. Jenny felt the warmth of his ejaculation as he continued to send stream after stream of sticky white sperm shooting against her inner walls. So great was the amount of semen that Bryce came into her that there seemed to be no more space inside her and with each thrust forward, thick white cum oozed past Jenny's entrance and ran down her ass. It seemed that Bryce would never stop cumming, Jenny's pussy held onto him so tightly that each time his cock moved inside her it caused another spasm and another shot of semen would race up into her.

It was a while before either of them could move, Bryce's cock still deeply embedded inside Jenny. His now oversensitive head twitched every time Jenny moved. Bryce could not understand it but he was still rock hard and slowly as the two of them laid together so Bryce could feel every movement Jenny made. Her inner pussy relaxed, releasing him slightly but when he tried to retract she clamped down on him again.

"Please stay inside me," Jenny asked. He looked up at her and gently kissed her lips, her mouth opened and her tongue found his. At first the kiss was gentle but Bryce found Jenny becoming aroused again as he played with her wet tongue. Before either of them had time to fully recover they were again fully aroused. Bryce felt Jenny's pussy chewing on the length of his cock, a mixture of his semen and her sweet juices mingled to create a super slick runway for Bryce to plunge his raging cock into again.

Gone was the hypersensitivity around his knob, Bryce moved his rod slightly inside Jenny and she responded by gripping him fiercely with her pussy. Jenny sat up and told Bryce to move away, regretfully he pulled his cock from within Jenny's juicy insides and stepped back. She stood up and told Bryce to lie on the desk, he obeyed and she followed by stepping up and placing her feet on either side of Bryce's hips. Jenny squatted down on Bryce; reaching down between her thighs she took his ridged pole in her hand once again and pushed his soft foreskin back to fully expose the head. Positioning herself, Jenny placed the tip of his cock as her entrance once again and in one movement sat her pussy down on his full length, impaling herself.

Because of her positioning it seemed to Jenny as if he had penetrated her even deeper than before. Jenny felt his thickness slide easily up into her but this time she felt his tip stretch open the mouth of her uterus and enter her. Jenny didn't move, it felt as if her whole pussy had come alive inside and was massaging Bryce's erection where it stood stiffly inside her. Bryce felt his cock enter her and slide quickly the full length up inside her, but then he felt something else, it felt as if he has just entered a second pussy and Jenny went wild. She didn't lift off of him for fear of retracting the head from its firmly planted position. Jenny rocked her ass back and forth, stimulating her pussy against Bryce's swollen rod and at the same time forcing his balls against her slippery anus. Bryce reached up and cupped Jenny's breasts, rubbing the swollen tips with the pads of his thumbs. Jenny growled deeply and rode his cock hard, she was conscious only of her burning need to cum again. She could not force Bryce's cock any deeper into her, she had taken ever inch he had. Now she needed one of his explosive ejaculations to happen. Again Bryce felt the swelling up of his cock as he neared orgasm, in response Jenny clamped down on him and milked the semen from inside him.

 

Jenny stopped rocking and held Bryce at the deepest point of his penetration. This time she was not prepared for the result of Bryce cumming so deeply inside her. The initial burst of semen inside her caught her completely off guard. Jenny's super sensitive pussy felt each movement and sensation of Bryce's ejaculation and she let out one long groan as the hot stream of thick sperm erupted into her. Bryce clenched his eyes closed as he unloaded deep inside her pussy. Jenny's orgasm caused her to stop breathing, her inner muscle spasmed tightly and she could feel her slippery anus opening and closing tightly as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. Jenny reached down between her legs and felt her engorged clit standing out from her parted lips, placing her fingertip in the thick ridge of the shaft Jenny franticly rubbed her clit, heightening the already maddening sensations occurring just beneath her fingers.

They could both feel the hot slippery sensation of their mixed juiced escaping from inside Jenny and pooling under Bryce's balls. Jenny eventually collapsed on Bryce's chest, spent. Bryce gave her a long while to recover and he started to feel his cock softening and withdrawing from within her, eventually popping free from her in a flood of warm semen and pussy juice. Jenny looked up at Bryce, smiled, sat up and grabbed the bottle of champagne. She tilted her head back and took a long swig, when she came down the champagne frothed over her hand and down her breasts. Jenny giggled "Now you'll have to clean me up again Mr. Mc Cleary"

 

My Aunts Boxer

youngerthen on Animal Stories

My aunt had a beautiful boxer named Max. I always did like to fell Max's balls and cock but that was all I ever did. One day I was visiting them and they had to go shopping , so I stayed til they came back. They said they would be a couple of hours. After they left I  started to fell Max's balls and cock. I never had a chance to be alone with him so I started to stroke his cock. Turns out Max was a stud. His cock started to get hard and big. This made me real horny and hard. I took of my jeans and started to stroke myself and Max. Max turned and started to lick my hard cock and balls . I liked this and layed back and let him lick me. I was layind back on the sofa and Max jumped up so his front paws were on the sofa straddeling me. His now large hard and juicy cock was touching mine. I s
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lid down futher under Max and took his cock in my mouth and his balls in my hand. He started to hump my mouth and I got really hot. I wanted that big cock in my ass. I went into my Aunts room to find some kind of cream to use. Max followed me with his hard cock ready to go. I checked a couple of drawers and found her underwear drawer and couldn't help myself . I put on a pair of her nylons and a garter belt. I found hand cream on her night stand and squirted a load in mr hand and started to stroke Max again, His cock got real slippery and I got on all fours and Max first started to lick my ass but then got up on me. I reached back and guided Max's cock into my hole. It was so big I never had anything that big up my ass , but after a few seconds it felt great. His big member sliding in and out of my hole. Soon Max began to whine and moan and he shot his load of cum in my ass. I could feel the warm cream inside me. I  got up and my cock was ready to explode. I went to my Aunts drawer and got out a pair of her panties and put them on and rubbed my bulge against Max's ass and shot my load in her panties . I cleaned up and waited for my Aunt and Uncle to get back. I had sex several more times with max but never like that time.

Bright eyes

blueshark on Sex Stories

When I was new with North and Walker I was kind of shy.  I didn't know what it meant to design someone's financial future and wanted to learn from everyone before I opened my mouth and looked the fool.   Most of the associates were far more experienced than I was and for the most part, I just wanted to fit in.

In the middle of my second week, an associate that had been on vacation came back to the office.  Sandy sauntered in about noon with a swagger that made me think she was one of the partners.  She had a tremendous smile and the look of a powerful woman.  I could tell that my penis could also see how attractive she was, as it started to take
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notice and steel some of the blood from my brain.

Sandy walked from our bosses office straight to my little shabby desk in the back.  Her eyes looked me up and down as she approached.  Once she arrived at my desk she prolcaimed who she was and how things were going to go.

"I am Sandy, you are Mitch.  I am going to turn you into a winner like me so I can get my partnership and you can make a lot of money.  How does that sound?"

God I was weak in the knees.  Her hands were soft and hot as we shook.  Her perfum filled my brain and her tight sweater absorbed my eyes.  I couldn't think, let alone speak when I heard myself saying, "I like your shoes."

Duh, what the fuck was that?  I like your shoes?  They did make her legs look lucious though.  The four inch heels caused her calfs to buldge, and the leather strap around her ankle made me think of how much I wanted to bind her to my beadposts.  I guess I did like her shoes.

"Thanks, you are not gay are you?"


"No, why?"


"Never mind, lets get to work."


Sandy and I had worked together for a while now.  We became close when she had her share of 'personal' troubles and I was the friend she needed.  Her bright blue eyes had been the reason I liked her so much.   When she shared her stories, and her eyes would well up with tears, they became as blue as the ocean on a sunny day.  We would talk, I would make her laugh and together we would vow not to have another marriage or serious relationship.


I am single and she became single so it would figure that we would spend time together.  She was from a blue blood family in the east and I am a simple man living at the base of the rockies, but we found a friendship.  I would bring my lunch and make enough for her to share, even though I never said that was why I brought so much food.  I just liked her.  If you asked me why I liked her so much, it would be very hard for me to give you a truthful reason.  Maybe she reminded me of my ex, maybe it was because she is so sexy and I am very much a man.  Maybe it was because she is such an amazing woman.


For months we bantered and flirted, laughing and deepening our friendship.  We hadn't kissed or even shared a shoulder massage, but often when we were looking at a project together, she would press her firm breasts against my arm or my shoulder if she was looking over me.  I often noticed her eyeing my crotch and she, more than once caught me looking down her blouse.  I was usually looking at the curve of her coller bone, or the gentle sallow of her neck but she would blush.  I think she believed I was trying to see her full breasts.  I mused that she was about a C cup, but I was more interested in her soft skin and very shaped ass.


After all that time of heating one another up and playing with sexual inuendo, we started this foolish ritual of hugging tightly after we would close a deal together.  It was a firm embrace, like a hard high five and it would only last for a second or two.  We worked hard, made some money and then a mutual bear hug.  Looking back, it was our immature way of being close to one another, but sometimes fear is as strong as passion.


For weeks we worked on the MacMillian proposal.  It was a grind but when we finally got the yes, late on a Friday afternoon, I was ready for my hug.  Sandy gave me that goofy smile she had just before she blasted me with her body and squeezed me tightly, but then she stopped.  Her smile changed to one of admiration and her sea blue eyes stared straight through me.   Her left hand found the side of my neck and her right hand found the small of my back.  She gently pulled me close to her and nuzzled her face into my neck.  I could feel her hot breath against my skin as her strong fingers dug into my body.  I swear she moaned quietly.


Sandy and I held eachother for what seemed hours.  I squeezed her as tightly as she was holding on to me when I felt my cock begin to harden against her flat belly.  Her breath was deeper and stronger against my neck when her hand slid down, passed my wallet and on to my tight ass.  God I wanted her now.


My hand caressed her hair, running my fingers against her scalp and down to her shoulders when her lips found my cheek.  I could feel that she was lending me the weight of her body and I was doing my best to hold on to her as we began to realize how much we wanted to be together.


"Mitch....can we do this?"


"Sandy, I want to take you for a drink and we can sort this out.  Sound ok?"


"Yes"
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With the bars crowded and the air too cold to be outside, we went to her house.  I un-corked a very nice Merlot as she found us a nice CD to listen to.  Sandy had removed her shoes and sat on her sofa when I brought the drinks.

"So what in the hell do you think that was back there Mitch?"

"San, I think you and I have been working so closely and we see things so much the same, we feel attracted to one another."

While I was waiting for some confirmation or acceptance of what our friendship may becoming she blurted out, "No I mean, my god how big is that cock of yours that was sticking me in the belly button?  Do you have relatives that were ponies?", she said while laughing very hard.

I was speechless and turned on and embarressed and hoping the buzz of the wine would kick in.  "Um, Yea the way you held me caused it, so it is your fault I guess."

"Then let me see it.", Sandy boldly said.

"Are you really sure?", I said hoping she was.  The head of my cock was now full, wanting her to see, touch and enjoy all of it.  I was hoping I wasn't dreaming and that our friendship was open enough to deal with what might happen next.

As Sandy nodded, I un-buttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and began to take my self from my boxers when she stepped forward and pressed her lips to mine.  Her warm skin pushed into me and her slender fingers found their way to the elastic of my boxers.  Our tongues touched for the first time.  My body felt eletric......

Damn, got to get to work.  Should I write more?  let me know

The sleep over

Kellyy on Taboo Stories

My neighbour was a very hot woman and a very important person in her firm.  Her husband had left many years earlier when their daughter Kim was only 5 or 6.  Linda was in her late 20s and since her job was so demanding, there were times when she needed someone to care for Kim later into the evening.  Kim and I rode the same bus to school for years.  She was a good kid but a bit spoiled. 

I had been watching Kim for about a year now.  Usually, it was for only an hour or two after school until her mom got home.  But once in awhile, I'd have to stay until 8 or 9 pm.  My parents didn't mind because they knew I was a responsible young man.  I'd just turned 17 a few months ago and for my birthday I received some pretty cool things.  My

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dad had bought me an old van and my friends and I were doing a really cool paint job.  I am a bit of an artist and love to work on cars and trucks.

Linda had first asked me to watch Kimberly about a week after her husband had left her.  She was very bitter.  She was angry all the time and would yell at Kim often.  One day after she had come home from work late on a Friday night, I could tell that she had been drinking and was very tipsy.  I was amazed that she had parked the car in the garage without hitting anything.  This was the turning point of our friendship.  You see, she asked me about Kim and I told her she was asleep and then she says "Good, now I can pay you, fuck you and let you go home"  then she added, "I mean, if you don't mind fuckin' an ugly older chick that no one else wants."  Well, let me tell you, it was short and sweet for me.  I pretty much blew all over her when she got my cock out of my pants.  She was disappointed and left saying something like "I should have known he wouldn't last long"  I left that night and ever since, she has made efforts to do it to me again.  She told me a few days later that we shouldn't tell anyone or she could get into trouble and I told her that I wouldn't if she would teach me how to last longer.  Well, any night she stays out later and Kim is asleep in bed when she gets home, she teaches me. 

So, Linda and I have a really good connection and she pays me too.  But Kim is older now and stays up later and later.  We almost got caught once and I haven't had any of Linda for 3 months now.

Anyway, two days ago, Linda sees me heading out to my van to go to school when she was leaving for work and asks me if I can watch Kim and a few of her friends Friday night until she gets home.  "Sure" I responded with a wink.  "Listen Dan, I know we were having some fun but it has to stop now okay?" " I know, I guess it would be just nice to have one more good time"  "Maybe, but not this time, Kim is having her two friends over for the night and we'll never have any time together, maybe in a few weeks"

I understand what she means, I mean, she could get in lots of trouble or worse, I could.  I left for school that morning thinking of Linda's perky C cup breasts.  So soft yet so firm.  Linda shaved her hot pussy except for one tiny patch in the shape of a diamond.  Her firm long legs and that nice tight assss.s.ss.s.s WOW!! I soon realized that I shouldn't think about her while driving.  Not only did I have a hardon but I had drove off the road.

Thursday evening, the phone rings and it's Kim on the phone.  "Hi Dan, do you mind picking up me and my friends after school tomorrow.  They are supposed to be bringing their stuff and don't want to carry it on the bus?"  "Sure Kim, that's fine, see you tomorrow"  " ok, bye

After school on Friday I picked up Kim and her friends and began driving home.  They were all laughing and giggling, joking around so much I was a bit annoyed.  Of Kim's friends, the one named Susan was the most outspoken.  " Just drive big fella, we'll pay ya later."  "Ya Dan, we have some surprizes for you."

What ever, I thought to myself.  This was going to be so annoying.  I am so glad that I only have to watch them for an hour or so.  At least that's what I thought until we got them home.  The answering machine was flashing and when I played it back it was Kims mom Linda. 

"Dan, I hope you don't mind  but I'll be out of town until tomorrow afternoon.  I know this is short notice but need you to stay tonight.  Kim's friends are over because yesterday was her birthday.  She wanted a sleepover and I had already said it was okay.  Forgive me Dan, I'll make it up to you"  and the last part she had said it a little sexier than the rest.

"Oh, she'll make it up to him alright" Kim blurted out.  "She'll suck him and fuck him and make him blow his come all over." 

"Kim ...." I shouted as I listened to the other girls giggle and watched them cover their mouths.

"Oh, Dan, you think I don't know you screw my mom?"  Come here, as she walked to her room.  I watched in horror as she brought up pictures of me and her mom having sex.  My jaw must have dropped to the floor. 

"Where.. how... what do you have these for? " I asked quickly.  " to show my friends, they didn't believe me" she said cheerfully.  " but ... I mean... you..."

"Oh stop silly" Kim said with a big huge smile.  "My mom isn't coming home because I showed her the photos too"  " What??" I exclaimed.

"Look, I've been watching you and my mom screw for over a year.  Now that I'm 14, I wanna try it too.  So, I invited my friends who want to learn to have sex too and we are gonna have sex with you tonight"  all said with a smile.  Then Kim quickly jumped up and said:  "You, Dan, are my birthday gift and I'm gonna share you with my friends tonight.  Mom's gonna come home tomorrow and pretend she doesn't know anything has happened.  It's a win win for you"

I couldn't believe what I had heard.  I was pretty much trapped but at the same time, the other girls were smiling and it was making me uncomfortable.  Actually, I was getting a boner.  I stepped out of the room and was followed by the girls. 

"So, now what?" I asked, with a bit of fear in my voice. 

"Well, why don't you make us something to eat and we are gonna get ready.  Come on girls, lets get ready."  and off they went back into Kim's room.

As I began creating a few sandwiches for them I could hear them laughing and giggling.  I was a bit nervous.  I mean, Kim had set this whole thing up.  Likely talking her friends into this just so that they could see my dick up close.  Kim's two friends, Susan and Lisa were pretty normal 13/14 year olds.  Lisa had lighter sandy blond hair that was just past her shoulders.  She was very thin and had long legs.  Her breasts were no more than nipples growing though.  A little growth but nothing more than golf ball bumps under a bra.  Susan however, she had nice breasts, at least from what I had noticed.  Susan even wore tops that allowed cleavage to show so I knew she had nice titties.  Susans legs were not nearly as long as Lisa's but were firm. The difference was that Susan has one of those nice plump bubble butts.  Lisa really didn't have much of a butt while wearing jeans but Susan filled out her jeans very nicely.  Susan's face was a soft round face filled with a smile all the time.  Her hair was jet black, straight and very very long.  Kim, was much more like Lisa, although her titties were three times the size.  I had seen Kim many times in shorts and bathing suits over the years but I have never really thought about her in a sexual way.  Now I was just finding out what exciting shapes she really had.

Kim and the other two were playing dressup for me, they soon came out wearing some really skimpy outfits.  I have a few photos of Kim and her friends from the next time we all got together and I'll look for them to show you when I have time to write about our next adventure.Anyway, back to the party.  The girls came out of Kim's room and jumped around and teased me in about ten minute intervals then disappeared into her room again to put on something else.

I finally had had enough of this and decided to tell them that their sandwiches were ready and they need to get out here and eat them or they'll be garbage.  I yelled it into her room just as the door opened.  There she was, laying on her bed with her friend Lisa between her legs.  Susan was standing at the door and said," we thought we'd have desert first"  then she laughed.  Kim looked up from where she laid and said " want some of this?"  Just then, Lisa jumped back, almost imbarrased that she was down on Kim.

I left the room quickly, with a raging hardon.  Oh, man that was hot.  I went into the living room and sat on the couch just as the girls all came into the living room.  Kim dropped to her knees infront of me, looked into my eyes and says "all I wanted for my birthday was to have you like my mom does. now you don't want to disappoint me do you?  I am pretty aren't I?  You didn't give me anything for my birthday did you?  So, give me what I want and I'm sure that the three of us can make you happy."

I was tingling all over.  My cock was so hard I thought it would rip my jeans.  "Yes, do what you want. I'm yours, just do what ever you want."  I couldn't believe I had just said this to three horny young girls.  I knew I'd blow my load in just a few seconds if they touched me. 

Next thing I know, my jeans are off, my boxers are off, my t-shirt is on the floor and I've got three girls rubbing my cock, giggling and kissing each other, and me.  "I'm coming, oh, aahhh, oooohhh, I'm coming" I yelled as I blew load after load of hot come all over the girls.  They screamed with delight as it hit their faces and breasts.  Susan quickly used her hands to rub the creamy goo all over her perky titties.  Soon I realized that my rock hard cock had softened a bit and the girls were just yanking on me so hard.  " Don't go soft now Dan, please, make it hard again."  They whispered all sorts of funny, whining, sweet sayings to my cock as it slowly softened.  Then, just as I thought I was gonna loose all of my hard on, a jolt of electricity went through me.  Lisa had knelt right over me and sucked my cock into her mouth.  To my surprise, she was good too.  I arched my back to give her as much access to my cock as possible.

Kim and Susan wouldn't be out done.  Both of them got right down there and watched.  One of them was carressing my balls and one hand was rubbing across my chest. By now, I didn't know where one girl started and one girl ended.  I was in my own world.  A world of hot passion, tingles, tension, and release.  Lisa had sucked on my cock  so well that I came in her mouth in what seemed like a few seconds.  I know it took longer than that but who was counting.  As I slumped back into the couch, I could her Lisa moaning and coughing as she ran to the bathroom.  I smiled as I knew she was going to spit out the come that had just filled her mouth. 

"Swallow it", I gasped, "it's good for you"  as I smiled.

"My mom does, doesn't she" I heard Kim say as a pair of hands began rubbing my now soft cock.

"My turn" Susan yelped as she jumped ontop of me and strattled my hips.

"I'm gonna hump you till it that dick of yours fucks my pussy Danny boy" Susan purred.

I watched as Susan licked her lips and began rubbing her hot little body all over me.  Susan had the largest breasts of all three girls.  I watched as her perky little nipples bounced in front of my face.  Susan had one of those nice butts.  So firm and round.  Not big, just very firm.  Her tummy was tight and straight.  This gave her a very nice hourglass figure.  A tiny tuft of hair just above her firey furnace of a pussy. 

"Suck on my boobies Dan" as Susan shoved one of her hard little nipples to my lips.

I greedily sucked her into my mouth.  The sounds of pleasure that I heard from her was exciting.  Humming and mumbling Susan continued to hump at me.  I could feel the heat from her pussy on my stomach so I decided to reach down and find her clit.  I knew it would drive her crazy.  And did it ever.  Susan froze for a moment above me as I shoved my fingers down to her waiting pussy.  Just then, I felt hands on my thighs.  They made their way up to my cock.  Rubbing me, stroking me, hardening my cock.  I knew it was Kim, I could hear her talking to me and encouraging Susan to hump me.  In my right ear I heard Lisa whispering to me.  Then nibbling on my ear as I turned to her.  Lisa kissed me right on the lips, hard.  That did it, my cock came to life again.

"That's my man, oh ya, your cock is getting up there" Kim was purring behind a very quickly humping Susan.

"Susan, his cock is ready for you, sit down on him" Kim instructed as Susan listened.

I could feel the tip of my cock touch the back of my fingers as I slid them from Susans hot wet pussy.  Then I knew we were connecting cock to pussy.  Susan kept moving down on my as I slid into her.  Her pussy was so hot, and tight.  Not like Linda's pussy was.  This girl was tight.  Not to let that stop her, Susan pressed down on me letting out a small whimpering sound.  Finally, I was in as far as I was going to go from the posiiton we were in.  Susan let out a big moan

"Yyyeeeeesssss" she moaned

"This is so great, I have a cock inside me, ohhhh sooo greaaaat" Susan purred

The other girls began to ask her questions but Susan wasn't answering.  Susan began to move her hips.  Slowly at first, her tight tummy was held in even tighter as she rocked on top of my cock.  Her hands were on my shoulders, digging in hard as she picked up speed.  Susans beautiful breasts were beginning to bounce a bit.  Her nipples were rock hard and pointing at me, yelling at me to suck on them.  I could see her mouth was open as she humped faster and faster.  My cock was rock hard now.  I did my best to lift up to her downward thrusts to gain more depth to her pussy.  Then just as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth Susan let out a shriek of joy.  Her body tensed, I could feel her pussy clamp even tighter around my cock.  I couldn't handle it anymore, I knew she was having an intense orgasm and it shook through to me.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhggg" I yelled as I came into her hot pussy.

Both of us were sweaty and hot.  Susan simply rolled off of me and slipped to the floor.  I slumped back onto the couch as I felt hands all over me.  I couldn't really make out what the other girls were saying to me as I seemed to pass out from the experience.

 

 ....  Wow, I'll have to finish this later.  There is more and when I can handle writing it I will.  I'll have a look for a few pics from later experiences that will give you an idea of how awsome these hot bodies are. 

Sex Slave for Hire

FSC on BDSM Stories

The house was in the country, on a small estate surrounded by forest. The couple was young, in their mid-thirties, with the kind of jobs that meant they rarely had to sit behind a desk. They had money and needs, and word went out through the vine I listened to that they were looking for a maid, and a slave.

   I rang the doorbell. A moment later the door opened and a very attractive young man stared down at me. His skin was brown, Latino, I thought, and his eyes black. He had an arrogant look to him, and I hoped he wasn't the Master of the house. He wore black leather pants and nothing else, his body rippling with smooth muscle.

   He let me in and gestured that I should follow him. He took me to a salon where the M

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aster and Mistress of the house reclined on couches.

   The Mistress motioned me to a chair. The interview began. I answered their questions honestly; I was here in the hope of laying myself bare to them, giving them all I had, and I would start now. I studied them discreetly and liked what I saw. She was slim, willowy, with long chestnut hair and amused green eyes. He was tall, well-built, with short dark hair and a supremely handsome face. I felt myself grow moist just looking at him, at his strong, capable hands. When it came time for me to strip and let them examine me, I trembled at their touch, their probing fingers making me wetter than ever. I moved into various positions for them as they pinched and swatted me, testing my reactions. I gasped and whimpered softly, a hot flush on my skin as I let them study me. I prayed they would be pleased.

   They exchanged a glance, and I knew they wanted me. There was a contract to sign, and I felt a thrill of arousal as I signed over my body and my sexual freedom to them. I was given a week to sort out my affairs and an order to refrain from indulging in pleasuring myself, or anyone else. 

   The week passed by in a blur. My thoughts never really left their large house, and my body throbbed in anticipation of all that would come.

   When I returned, baring just one small suitcase, the same man brought me into the house. We did not speak to each other; the collar around his neck told me he was a slave too, and would wait to be told by his Mistress if he could speak. I, too, could wait.

   He led me to a bedroom that I guessed would be mine. On the bed was laid out my uniform. He stayed with me while I undressed and put it on. I could feel his eyes on me, hot and angry. I looked at his arrogantly handsome face, now marred with hatred. He resented my presence here, that was obvious. But I did not think it would become a problem.

   The uniform was a maid's costume, with a black corset and a stiff black skirt like a lampshade barely touching my skin. There was no underwear, but garters and stockings were included. The other slave came over to tighten the laces on my corset; I gripped the bedpost and gritted my teeth as he viciously pulled on them, tightening them until I could barely breathe. My breasts spilled up over the top, my nipples peeking up. I slipped my feet into the spiky stilettos and did a practice walk - it had been a while.

   I heard footsteps in the doorway and the other slave immediately sank to his knees. I did the same, pressing my forehead to the floor.

   "Let's take a look, shall we?" the Master said. "Up."

   We rose to our feet and the Master scrutinised me. I held myself still as he ran his hands up my legs, brushed his lips across my breasts, and lightly slapped my bottom, rubbing the tender flesh.

   "Very nice, very nice indeed," he said finally. He looked over at the other slave, standing quietly nearby. "Go and get them."

   The slave was gone but a moment and when he returned the Master told me to turn around and bend over the bed before I had a chance to see what he carried. With every inch of me tingling in anticipation and more than a little fear, I did as instructed.

   "Spread your legs for me," the Master ordered. I moved them apart as far as I could and he moved in behind me. My skirt was pointing up at the ceiling, my bum and shaved pussy completely exposed. The Master ran his finger between my lips and then dipped the tip into the pool of juice collecting there. Then it wasn't his finger but a round ball, and he was pushing it inside me. Not just one, but a string of balls, inserted deftly inside me. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut to keep from making a sound. Finally they were all in, and the Master tugged gently at the string dangling between my thighs. Pleasure spun through me and I gasped aloud, earning me a smack.

   "There will be no orgasms without permission. Do you understand?"

   I forced my voice to be steady while I tried to fight the rippling sensations he caused by tugging on the string of beads. "Yes Master, I understand," I said obediently.

   The tugging stopped but he didn't move away. His hands roamed my arse cheeks and smacked and rubbed them until they were warm and red. I felt him pry my cheeks apart and oil was dribbled down my crack and into my arse hole. Before I had a chance to take in this new sensation a butt plug was inserted in one shove. I jerked and made a sound, unable to help myself.

   The Master sighed, disappointed in me already. "Take her to the punishment room. I will not permit disobedience in my slave."

   Down to the basement I was taken and swiftly tied to a whipping post, my skirt removed so it would not get in the way. The male slave smirked at me, pleased to see me lose favour so quickly. The rivalry between us had begun before I'd even arrived.

   A silky voice remarked, "Oh dear, punishment so soon? I had such high hopes for her."

   "A small thing, my love," the Master replied to the Mistress. "But please, stay and watch."

   I could not see them, but I listened and trembled as the Master picked out an instrument and took up position behind me. The first thwack landed squarely across my cheeks, striking the base of the butt plug and pushing it up inside me even more. The mix of pain and pleasure was unbearable. The blows rained down on my bottom and I was soon squirming and crying, begging for pardon.

   "Not until you can take your punishment quietly," the Master said sternly, pausing in his strokes for me to stop my sniffling. Then the whipping continued, and I bit my lip until it bled, determined not to cry out and displease him again.

   Finally, the punishment stopped. The other slave untied me none too gently and led me over to the Master. I watched, curious, as the Mistress beckoned to the other slave and he eagerly went to her.

   "All that whipping has made me wet, my toy," she said to him, sitting down in a big armchair and spreading her legs. "Kneel and bring me pleasure." He immediately dropped to his knees before her and bent his head to his task. My own pussy juices dripped at the sight.

   "Ah, all in good time," the Master said in my ear, his breath fanning my desires even more. "This is your first day in our service, and it hasn't started very well, has it?"

   "No Master. Forgive me Master."

   His hand slid up my leg and tugged on the string dangling from my pussy. I nearly came right there, with my arse on fire and the balls jerking inside my pussy, my back hole plugged and oiled, but with an effort I controlled myself.

   "Very good. I see you're learning, but what I want is total and absolute obedience." He sat in an armchair across from his wife, who watched us with a lazy smile on her luscious lips as her 'toy' ate her out, and drew me onto his lap. "I won't often fuck your pussy, my slave," he proceeded to tell me - I swallowed my disappointment - "But I have a great liking for your arse and your pretty little mouth here. You will wear the plug at all possible times unless ordered to remove it, and we will gradually increase its size so that you will be able to take me without lubrication. You see, I like to fuck at any time I please and sometimes I don't want to give any pleasure, only to take it. So you will be ready and willing to offer yourself whenever I desire. Do you understand?"

   "Yes Master, I understand."

   "Good. Now, you will have plenty to keep you busy, cleaning and whatnot, but that is second to serving me. My lovely wife has her own slave, and I have long been on the lookout for one for myself. Sometimes we will swap. Sometimes we will want a show. Sometimes we will offer you to our guests. You cannot say no to anything we ask, and you cannot pleasure yourself nor orgasm without permission. Tell me you understand, for I do not want to repeat myself."

   "I understand, my Master."

   "Good. Now on your knees before me."

   I slipped to the ground, the cold floor of the basement a sharp contrast to the fire that still seared my backside. The Master told me to take out his cock. I held it in my hand, gazing at its beauty, its size. I followed the Master's instructions as he told me the way he liked to be licked and sucked. I buried my head in his lap and thrummed with pleasure to hear him moan. The Mistress was gasping now, and her cries were increasing as her slave licked her clit and thrust his tongue inside her, flicking it against her soft inner walls. The Master suddenly grabbed my hair and forced his cock deeper inside me. I fought to relax my gag reflex as he rammed my mouth. I loved the sensation of him fucking my mouth, using me like the sex slave toy I was, with no regard for my comfort or unsatisfied desires. With a groan he exploded inside my mouth and held me still until I had swallowed every drop. Behind me I heard the Mistress cry out in her own orgasm, and thrilled at the raw sexual energy in the room.

   "Now for a show," the Mistress declared. She stood and her slave moved her chair to beside her husband's, where she took her seat again. I turned around, saw that they were facing a thick floor mattress covered with a soft rug. I wondered what they wanted me to do, and whether I could ask, when the other slave grabbed me and threw me onto the mattress. I pushed myself up and he slapped me, hard. Tears started in my eyes and my cheek smarted. He smirked at me, cruel delight in his eyes as he reached over and, yanking down the front of my corset, twisted my nipples with long fingers. By now I knew better than to make a sound, but should I submit? I glanced at the Master; his dark eyes were gazing at the scene intently, his hand slowly stroking his cock while his other hand played with his wife's breasts.

   It was a show, and in this I could make noise. I decided not to submit to this arrogant sex slave. I tried to wriggle away but he caught my legs and pulled me to him, kneeling between my knees. He yanked on the string and the balls inside my vagina rippled along the walls. I cried out with pleasure and arched my back, wanting more but knowing to come was forbidden me. The slave flipped me over onto my stomach and positioned me so my bum was in the air. He pulled on the string again, slowly, and let the balls pop out one by one, knowing it was torment for me to try to stop my orgasm. They came out slippery with my juices and he thrust them into my mouth like a gag. Then something bigger was pushing at my hole and in a cruel thrust he entered me, only to pause and then withdraw until just the head of his cock was inside me. Then, again, he thrust in, his large cock filling me, rubbing against the butt plug in my arse as entered me. His tempo increased and soon he was thrusting hard and fast, his hands reaching around to twist and pull on my nipples. I looked up again at the Master, wanting his approval, and saw his glazed eyes, the slight smile on his lips. The Mistress watched with a knowing look: she had felt this giant cock in her too.

   The male slave pulled out of my pussy so suddenly I nearly came with the loss. He threw me onto my back and knelt with his knees either side of my neck. He aimed his cock at my mouth and forcefully wrapped my hands around the shaft. I understood. I gripped him and wanked his cock rapidly, aiming the head at my open mouth. He stiffened, let out a groan and arched his back as his seed squirted onto my tongue. I licked him clean, to show respect for my Master, but I hated the Toy for having me. I wanted to be the Master's and no one else's, but knew there would be many more occasions when I would have to let other men and women use me however they wanted.

By now the Master's cock was fully erect, pre-come glistening from the tip. He got up and walked over to me, picking up the string of beads and kneeling beside me as I still lay on the mattress. He maneuvered my legs and inserted the beads once more, pinching my clit at intervals. With him, I made myself stay quiet and still.

   "I want you to come now," he said, music to my ears. I could have wept with joy and gratitude.

   "Thank you Master, oh thank you."

   He manipulated the beads, tugging on them as he put his lips to my clit and sucked. I came quickly, my breath catching in my throat, determined to please even as he gave me release. When I was calm he gently rolled me over onto my stomach, raised me onto my knees as the Toy had done, and with a Pop pulled out the butt plug.

   "I was going to wait," he breathed hotly in my ear, "but I can't. I hope you will be a good slave and dutiful, and mind my earlier words."

   "Yes Master, I will obey."

   Without any warning he nudged the head of his cock into my anus, easing it in slowly but forcefully. I pressed my face into the mattress to silence my screams as the pain ripped through me. With every fibre of my being I stopped myself from fighting him, willed myself to welcome his big cock into my tight back passage.

   When he was halfway in he began to move, slow thrusts without withdrawing. My arse relaxed and was able to take him all the way in, the pain turning to deep pleasure. My clit tingled, and as his cock rubbed up against the beads in my vagina I fought another orgasm. The beads gave extra pleasure to him too, and he soon lost himself in thrusting into me. He grabbed my hips and drew me onto him, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

   "I want to hear you," he gasped, and I obeyed instantly, screaming my pleasure, my blissful frustration. I was a receptacle, a hole to be filled with whatever he gave me. He shuddered and climaxed, shooting his seed deep inside me.

   Afterwards, I felt calmer and happier than I ever have before. I loved the Master, I loved his mastery of me, his control of me, the way he gave me pain and pleasure, and could barely contain my eagerness to please him in any way possible.

To be continued, if you like it...

The Telling

A.G.Thomas on Ethnic Stories


"The Telling"
by A. G. Thomas

(MMF, Cheat, Interr, Wife, Oral, Anal)
For a moment my muttering's trailed off as my alcohol numbed mind registered the fact that someone had put their arm about my shoulders. It took a moment before my eyes focused, though somewhat blurringly, on the face of my old friend Frank. I could see his mouth moving but his words didn't immediately register as my brain was still seeking vainly for the answer as to how long my wife had been cheating on me.

Had my loving wife only recently become unfaithful or had she been cheating on me from day one. If she had been cheating on me for months why then had it taken me till only recently to realize it. Was I such a lovesick fool that I couldn't see the forest fo
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r the trees. But even as those thoughts rattled about in my brain Franks words wedged into my consciousness.

What's that Frank? You want to know what's bothering me! Yea like you don't know, right buddy. My best friend, my good buddy and you haven't noticed my wife's carrying on. I suppose next your going to tell me that you haven't seen her sashaying around in shit that would make a two bit whore blush. Yea like I really believe that Frank.

Oh those changes, and you whole heartily approve. Well thats real white of you mother fucker. Oh you think it's about time she wore something more feminine, more sexy. What's that, you think she looks more --- more --- more what? What the fuck do you think she looks more of Frank, what huh? More like the loving wife I married or like a God damn cheap street walker? What do you think she looks more of God damn it?

Calm down, you want me to calm down! Fuck you I shouted as I slammed the glass down spilling what little was left of my drink in the process. Pushing away from the bar I got drunkenly to my feet staggering backwards before gaining my equilibrium. Composing myself I slowly turned and headed toward the exit, but before I'd taken three steps Frank caught me and steered me into a booth.

From across the room snickering laughter made its way into the fogged recesses of my numbed brain. With eyes blurry from drink I looked across the dimly lit bar searching for the source and reason of laughter. Then my eyes focused on the booth over by the juke box and the three negro's sitting there. The sons of bitches weren't even trying to disguise their amusement.

Pushing myself to my feet I shouted "What the hell are you laughing at you fucking ....." But before I could get the rest out Frank clamped a hand over my mouth muffling the rest of my rant. I didn't blame him, not really. I mean he may be six feet two but he's as skinny as a rail. For another, I suspect he knew what I was about to say and he didn't want either of our asses kicked. Well not his anyway.

I wouldn't have blamed him none if he'd of turned and walked away, what with the way I was acting. But Frank and I go way back. Hell, we grew up together. Lived on the same block in fact. Same grade school, same high school, same collage. Shit we even did a stint in the Air National Guard together.

Fact is it was Frank who'd introduced Regina to me. Good old match maker Frank. And when we'd gotten married a few months later it had been Frank who'd been my best man. Hell he'd been so proud you'd of thought it was him that was marrying Regina instead of me. Now I wish it had been.

Anyway as I stood there ranting into Franks hand and gesturing wildly at the negro's one of them stood and began to move our way. Hissing at me to shut my mouth Frank pushed me toward the door. Glancing back over his shoulder at the approaching mountain he apologetically said they shouldn't take offense, that I was drunk and didn't know what I was saying.

Truth was I was both so pissed and so drunk that I didn't give a shit if they took offense or not. Turning about I screamed "Well how bout it nigger, are you fucking her too? Huh nigger, are you. How bout your "Bros.;" over there "Nigger?" They shoving their "Big Black Dicks" into my whore wife too?"

Like ripples in a pond his face went from barely hidden amusement to anger then finally incredulous as my accusation was hurled at him. Swaying drunkenly I staggered back to the booth realizing as I did so that I had been wrong to accuse him and his friends. But the words were out and I couldn't take them back. Like a little boy I covered my face with my hands not giving a shit about the old saying that men don't cry.

A hand touched my shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze as a voice thick with a New England accent said he was sorry to hear I suspected my old lady of screwing around. That he didn't blame me for loosing it but that I should be careful about using the "N" word cause others less understanding might take offense.

Raising my head I looked up through tear stained blurry eyes at the negro standing over me. He looked maybe 6' 4" and every bit of 260 pounds and though my brain was numb from drink I knew he could have squashed me as easily as I could have a bug.

His face was hard to read but I got the impression he was honestly concerned as he asked if maybe I wanted to talk about it. Without replying I slid deeper into the booth making room for him.

Frank, his face showing total disbelief at the revelation I had just hurled in the negro's face, slid into the booth across from me. His voice, though barely above a whisper sounded abnormally loud in the suddenly silent bar as he repeatedly muttered "I don't believe it. Mike's wrong, he has to be wrong, she loves him."

For a minute no one said a word except Frank who, like a broken record kept muttering "No way man, not Regina. She loves him to fucking much. She'd never cheat on him, especially not with a nig .... I mean negro."

As I opened my mouth to reply the other two negro's squeezed into our booth wanting to know why their friend had chosen to sit with us. At first no one said a word then the negro beside me muttered to his friends that my wife was cheating on me.

Their answer was rollicking laughter that shit like that happened all the time. I wasn't fully aware of what was going on around me but when their laughter faded to silence my guess was that it was because the negro who was sitting beside me had given his friends a stony look.

I don't know which of them signaled the bar maid but suddenly she was standing at our booth. After ordering drinks all around the three negro's introduced themselves. In addition to their names I also learned that our new acquaintance's, were all ex-football players. That despite their past rivalry they were now in business together.

They owned a large security company. Among their customers were banks, the presidents of such organizations, as well as nearly every movie star living on the east coast. After a prolonged silence in which I struggled with myself about telling my story to men who were not only strangers but also black I began.

Regina and I met almost eleven months ago when Frank who is on the school board introduced us. After a short whirlwind romance which lasted maybe four months we got married.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my wallet. Fumbling clumsily I extracted the wedding picture I always carried and passed it to Reginald. As the picture moved around the table I studied the negro's reaction. I thought I saw a gleam in their eyes but wasn't sure.

I mean I could hardly hold my head upright let alone see straight so I couldn't be sure. Never the less their nods and soft whistles of approval as they looked at her beautiful face and trim figure brought a smile to my face despite my drunkenness and the hurt I felt. Taking a sip of my rum and coke I continued.

No my wife isn't a teacher, she's the Principle over at Loveless High. And yes I guess you can say that she is kinda young for the job. I mean shit when we were going to school I don't think any of us had a teacher as young or as good looking as her. Am I right?

As for having a Principle that looked like her well forget about it cause that only happens in fairy tales or sex videos. Me, oh I'm the President and owner of Ultimate Pools and Spas.

My head started to droop at that moment but Reginald shook me and my head jerked upright. For a second I wondered where I was and who the hell these negro's were sitting with me. Then my drink numbed brain recalled that I had been telling them about my wife.

As my eyes dropped to the picture of my wife a dark hand lifted it from the table. MY eyes followed the hand as it brought it closer to Jerome's face. A closer look, I didn't blame him. Then he looked at me and for a moment I saw in his eyes his desire to get her in bed. Dropping the picture he muttered nice figure, photogenic.

I didn't dwell on either her petite 109 5 foot 6 inch 34 X 21 X 33 figure or her beauty. To do so would have been to much like bragging. Besides, both were apparent in the photo that now lay before me on the table. As I looked down into her lightly freckled smiling face outlined by shimmering waves of light red hair that fell a good six inches below her shoulders a lump formed in my throat.

Swallowing the lump that threatened to choke me I slurred that it was three weeks ago that I first noticed a change in her. You see I hadn't been home much over the last four, five months. I'd been working my ass off opening three new satellites offices. One each in Birmingham and Mobile and another right here in Montgomery, over on the east side.

Anyway I finally had the grand opening of the third and final store, the one in Birmingham. After the ceremonies I jumped into my car and drove all day. I guess you can say I was anxious to get home after an absence of better then three weeks. I think it was about 8 o'clock when I pulled up to the house cause the sun was just dropping below the horizon.

I remember thinking what a beautiful sunset as I strolled toward the house. What? Shit I don't honestly know why I parked on the street instead of pulling into the driveway. Maybe it was to stretch my legs cause I'd been behind the wheel for hours. Hell I hadn't even stopped for a piss break after leaving Birmingham.

Besides, why I did so isn't really important, is it? I mean at that particular point in time I had no reason to suspect she was other then a loving faithful wife. Anyway as I'm walking across the lawn toward the house she stepped out the door.

I stopped dead in my tracks and I mean to tell you my eye balls popped out of their sockets and my cock got as hard as a 2 X 4. She must not have seen me as I was standing in the shadow of the big oak tree in the front yard.

You know the one I'm talking about Frank. That big old one almost directly in front of the door and about a hundred feet away. Anyway, I'm standing there like a statue with my mouth gapped open wanting to say honey I'm home but not a fucking word comes out. For a second she paused and seemed to look directly at me but then she turned and walked to her car.

In those few seconds that she had stood there seemingly looking through me, every detail of her features and dress were emblazoned on my brain. She was wearing this moleskin looking outfit. An outfit, which by the way, I'd never seen her wear before.

The lace up halter top, which because of its cut as well as the lack of a blouse made it very evident that beneath the soft material she wasn't wearing a bra. The form fitting matching hipster mini skirt, which was at least six inches above her knees had a slit up the left thigh that damn near went from hem to waist.

As she slid behind the wheel the skirt parted showing a goodly amount of inner thigh. In that split second before she closed the car door I could swear I caught a glimpse of bare crotch. As she backed down the driveway I simply stood there dumbstruck unable to move. Like some cartoon character my head rotated following her progress down the street.

Still looking in the direction her car had disappeared I walked toward the house wondering were the hell she was going dressed like that. Don't get me wrong, I mean when she's not working she does wear some sexy clothes. But Jesus H Christ the way she was dressed that night it was as if she were flaunting her charms or advertising.

By midnight when she still hadn't gotten home I went out to the car thinking maybe I ought to go looking for her. But as I started the car the thought of where the hell do I begin looking for her struck me. So instead of driving around like some jealous husband I shut off the ignition and went back into the house.

I must have fallen asleep in front of the TV cause the next thing I remember was the sound of the front door opening. Through eyes heavy with sleep I glanced at my watch and saw it was 2:53. As I sat there rubbing the sleep from my eyes she came into the den muttering that she thought she'd turned off the TV.

She was almost to the TV when I said hi honey. I almost laughed when she spun about and nearly tripped over her fringe platform vamp sandals with 4 inch heels. The hand covering her mouth did little to stifle the choked gasp that burst from her lips.

For a moment she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and trepidation then softly asked when I'd gotten home. Even as I opened my mouth to answer she slipped onto my lap and began kissing me. A part of my mind whispered that her lips, her mouth tasted funny as we kissed, but because I was so glad she was once again in my arms I ignored the warning whisper.

Breaking the kiss she stood, then taking my hand pulled me from the chair saying lets go to bed. That night, or rather morning, she gave me a blow job like never before. The next thing I knew she was shaking me awake, wanting to know if I was going to work.

I remember smiling up at her, telling her the grand opening for the Birmingham store had been yesterday. That unless something unforeseen or drastic happened I wouldn't be away from home for extended periods anymore, at least not like I had been.

It was then that I brought up the outfit she'd worn the day before, teasing her that before I'd even had a chance to see her in it she was out showing it to other men. Her body tensed and she pushed away from me. Instead of commenting on what I'd said her reply was that she had to get ready for work.

As she turned and walked to her closet her murmured reply was spoken so softly I didn't catch it all. Something about Jefferson, but because it made no sense to me it wasn't until later that I fathomed what she'd said. Maybe the reason I hadn't grasped it immediately was because my mind wasn't on why she had worn such a revealing dress last night, but where.

As she stood before her closet I walked up behind her and after encircling her in my arms kissed the back of her neck. She stiffened as I nuzzled her ear and asked if the reason she'd worn such a sexy outfit last night was because she had gone to one of those male strip clubs.

She didn't answer right away, nor did she turn in my arms and look at me, she simply stood there as if frozen. Then softly she said I was right. Then without going into detail and smoothly changing the subject she said she had to go to work and since I didn't, the least I could do was make the coffee.

Twenty minutes later as I was sitting in the kitchen having coffee she came down and joined me. My gasped reaction, the spraying of coffee all over the table as I stared at her in disbelief was almost comical.

Instead of the usual business suite I was accustomed to seeing her in she had on a shear-look mesh slip-dress with scallop lace bust and spaghetti straps. In disbelief I sputtered what, why. She didn't say a word, simply stood there for a minute looking at me.

There was no expression on her face, yet for a split second as I stared at her I had the silly impression she was wanting to tell me something. Then glancing up at the clock she said she was running late, that she'd get coffee at the school cafeteria.

Abruptly turning about she walked away, but before she walked out the door she stopped and turned around. I don't remember her exact words but the jest of it was that just because I didn't find her sexy didn't mean that others didn't and then she slammed the door.

Her words swirled about in my head like a tornado threatening to implode my brain. Stunned I simply sat there like a bump on a log instead of running after her and demanding to know what she'd meant.

About 9:30 with my head hurting from trying to figure out the meaning of her words as well as what the hell was going on I jumped into my car and started driving. I hadn't thought about where I was going till I found myself near my new store on the east side. But even there all I did was try to make sense of her parting words that morning.

Finally about 2 o'clock I called the school with the intention of asking her if she'd like to have a romantic dinner at Robinousky's. But her secretary informed me that she was in a meeting with the coach and two other teachers. She promised to leave a message but that's all she could do as she was leaving in a half hour.

Regina never returned my call and when I got home at 6:00 she was fixing dinner. I asked how her day had gone. Her answer of fine was barely above a whisper. Without understanding why I did so I grinned like a Cheshire cat when I asked how her meeting with the coach and the others had gone.

Her answer, instead of being nonchalant as before took on a defensive tone as she asked how I'd known about her meeting. I told her I'd called to tell her I wanted to take her out to dinner but her secretary had informed she was in a meeting couldn't be disturbed. Hadn't she gotten my message? "No!"

The next morning when I awoke she'd already gotten up. When I entered the kitchen she was at the sink with her back to me. Though once again she wasn't wearing her business suite the dress she was wearing, at least from the back appeared much more conservative then the one from the day before.

As I stepped up behind her and enfolded her in my arms as well as teasingly humping against her pert tight ass she shied away. Disengaging herself from my arms she turned and faced me. My mouth fell open and I almost screamed who the fuck is the son of a bitch but only a sputtering gasp came out.

Her mouth moved and I knew she was speaking but nothing she said made any sense to me. I don't think a celibate priest would have understood a word of what she was saying either because of the way she was dressed.

What, oh it was a form fitting red mesh and lace top with flowing bell sleeves and a stretch lace waist. The plunging neckline of the blouse as well as its sheerness made it very apparent that once again she wasn't wearing a bra. Fuck doesn't she believe in lingerie anymore I wondered.

Her skirt, of like material and color as her blouse, and damn near as transparent fell to just above her knees. But in addition to the sheerness of the skirt, which in and of itself was bad enough, there was a slit running up the right side damn near to mid thigh.

As she stepped by me the top of her scallop lace stocking was all to visible and I wondered if beneath the shear skirt she had anything else on beside her stockings. Despite my befuddlement, despite my anger at her possible infidelity, my cock got as hard as a poker.

I wanted to throw her to the floor right then and there and fuck her brains out despite the torment I felt about her possibly cheating on me. Yet like an idiot I simply stood there with mouth open as she walked out the door.

As stupid as it sounds the thought that ran through my mind as I watched her go through the door was that even though I wasn't going to be the one doing it she was going to get her brains fucked out that day. Little did I know just how true that thought was to be.

Visions of teachers, and yes even some of the students sniffing around her like dogs around a bitch in heat filled my brain. Flashes of teachers wafted in front of me and quickly dissipated for other then a fat slovenly white science teacher the rest were black and I couldn't see her making love to any of them. So who the hell was the guy she was fucking?

Pausing for a moment I took a swallow of the new rum and coke that had been placed before me then I looked up into Franks eyes asking if he hadn't been aware of the change in her. Don't yes but me God damn it Frank, how fucking long damn it.

Jesus Frank, a couple of months, maybe three, three and a half and you never thought to say something. Never once thought of picking up the phone and calling me. Never thought of telling me that Regina was dressing sexy as hell. That she was a walking advertisement for Frederick's of Hollywood.

My tirade of bull shit about if I hadn't of been so wrapped up in making money. That if I hadn't of been gone almost from day one of our marriage I would have noticed was silenced by the three negro's laughingly saying it wasn't Franks place to keep an eye on my wife.

Yet Reginald, his face thoughtful asked if I'd caught Regina fucking a black man. If I hadn't well then my story, despite it being interesting and filled with possibilities could all be the work of my over active imagination.

Charles and Tyron sat silent, contemplative, yet if I had of looked into their eyes I would have seen a gleam there. Frank for his part blubbered that just because my wife went out when she hadn't expected me home didn't mean anything. Neither did the fact that she'd changed from her business suits to something more feminine.

As he rattled on my thoughts drifted back to other times. To the rare occasions when I had returned home unexpectedly after a prolonged absence. Had she been wearing such outfits then too. I couldn't remember with certainty but now I began to wonder and as I did so the possibility that she had been hit me like a sledge hammer between the eyes.

My head which had started to droop snapped up and with words slurred from drink I angrily fumed did they want to hear what I'd witnessed with my own two eyes. Huh, huh did they? Did they want to hear the sordid details of what I had discovered that same afternoon two weeks ago when for some reason I couldn't explain I decided to swing by the school instead of going directly home?

Would they like to hear how despite it being more then 2 hours since school had let out her car was still in the parking lot. Or perhaps how the front door that should have been locked wasn't. Did they want to hear how after discovering she wasn't in her office I looked in several nearby classrooms for her. Well then if so I'd God damn well tell them where I finally found her and what I witnessed.

After looking in her office as well as several classrooms in the area and not finding her, the thought struck me that she'd had car trouble and that one of the teachers had given her a ride home. That even as I wandered the halls like an idiot searching for her she was sitting at home waiting for me.

As I pushed open the front door to leave the indistinct mutterings I'd been hearing all along while searching for my wife became clearer. What drew my attention to them I guess was not that the deep guttural mutterings suddenly became clearer. No, what drew my attention was that intermittently spaced amongst the male mutterings were the chocked gasp that were definitely feminine in nature.

Well at least I knew where the janitors were and what the hell they were doing I mumbled. It also explained why the school hadn't been locked up. Telling myself that it wasn't my place to worry about what was going on I took another step but then stopped. Call it curiosity, call it whatever you want, but the muffled sounds drifting from the area off to my right drew me like a magnet.

Releasing the door I slowly turned and walked in the direction the sounds were coming from. I was both curious and afraid of what I might find yet I was unable to stop my feet from moving forward. As I came to the end of the hallway and began to turn the corner leading to the three remaining classrooms and the boiler room a dark naked figure stepped out into the hall.

What the fuck I thought as I jumped back and hugged the wall silently praying he hadn't seen me. Well there's one of the janitors I mentally laughed as I risked a quick glance at a man who was so fat I knew he hadn't missed a meal in his life.

It wasn't just his obese body that drew my eyes in that quick glance, though in truth it was hard to miss. What drew my attention was the glistening semi hard protrusion swaying between his legs.

No, it was impossible. Such a thing as what was running through my mind at that moment was ridiculous, there was just no way. I mean even if my wife were cheating on me, which I still didn't know for certain, surely it wouldn't be with the likes of someone so grotesque.

I'm ashamed to admit though that despite my certainty that my wife would never have anything to do with such a gross person, a perverse feeling of arousal raced through me at just such a prospect occurring.

Taking a couple of steps away he paused then turned back and opened the door again. For a moment he stood there without saying a word simply shaking his head. There was no mistaking though that whatever he was looking at had an arousing effect for his cock twitched and started to stiffen.

Shaking his head again he chuckled damn nigger, you can't hardly wait till I's out the door fore you gots your face in that ho's snatch. With the door being open it wasn't hard for me to hear what was happening. The whimpering gasp of pleasure though made it uncertain whether I actually heard or just imagined the slurping of the negro's tongue pleasuring her.

At that moment in time as I listened to those gasping sobs of arousal I envied the two janitors, or at least the one tonguing her. I found myself wishing I could draw such response from my wife. Yet at the same time I wondered just who the hell was in that boiler room.

At first I thought it might be that young new substitute teacher fresh from collage. But I quickly discounted that thought opting instead for one of the cheerleaders? Why a cheerleader and not the teacher I mentioned? Well Jesus H Christ man because of all the stories you hear about cheerleaders wanton behavior.

Just as quickly as the thought hit me though I discounted that possibility as well. For despite all the stories one hears I figured a cheerleader would be a little more selective.

I mean, why would a girl that could take her pick of any jock, or teacher for that matter, spread her legs for two such negro's. I mean lets get real ok. One of em was the grotesque fat man before me and the other if I remembered correctly was a skinny old bastard pushing maybe 65.

No, it couldn't be a cheerleader, it had to be someone else. But who? Maybe the girl was one of those studious types that no one ever suspected of having sex. You know a be-speckled grade A student who despite her frumpy appearance is a smoldering sex pot.

You hear the stories like that all the time. A girl none of her class mates would ever think of fucking until one day, maybe as a joke, one of the jocks takes her out. A drink or two, a little touchy touchy along with kisses then the mention of a party at the lake.

A few more drinks, then more kisses as well as groping as she's passed from boy to boy. Then the inevitable happens. First the boy she came with knocks off a piece then after him the other jocks. She becomes their plaything. She's so thrilled by their attention that without question she performs every deviant sex act asked of her.

After that its only a matter of time before she's fucking any boy or man that either smiles or says a kind word to her. So yea I could see why it would be some girl like that. Then again because of all the different sexual possibilities my mind fixated on that one in particular.

Well whoever the girl was that was in that boiler room I snickered silently she sure was getting off having her snatch ate thats for sure. The whimpers of pleasure were becoming ever more frequent and increasing in volume as the fat negro continued to gaze at what was transpiring in the boiler room.

Mirth tinged his voice as he laughed better watch out dar Rufus, dat ho' likes as not gonna give your scrawny ass whip lash. Hows you going to splain that huh? Or is you just going to go round wif a neck brace bragging how it happen huh? Den again maybe you don't have to worry bout no neck brace. Way she be humping gainst you's face maybe she break you fool neck and kills yo' ass.

My mind began to run away with me. I imagined the inside of the boiler room. Imagined a not particularly pretty young girl, her legs up over the shoulders of the skinny negro trapping his head between her thighs. I saw her pelvis rotate and her buttocks bounce ever higher and faster in time to the thick tongue lathering, probing her pussy.

Then my attention was snapped back to reality as repeated passion choked sobs of yes filled the hallway. Inter-spaced with the sobs were garbled screams of nonsensical but yet soulful plea's. Plea's which, though I couldn't understand them were most definitely understood and answered by a smiling Marcus.

Now now, don't you worry dat pretty little red head of yours none I's gonna be right back. An when I does missy, if'n you ask real nice, an if'n ol Rufus dar ain't gots a broken neck den just maybe we'll double team you's again. Would you like that slut, would you like us to double team you again?

Unconsciously my hand dropped to my crotch as I strained to hear her answer. A heartbeat later when her passion garbled sputter of " Yes" touched my ears my own cock stiffened like a lead pipe. The fat negro's laughter reverberated off the walls as he chuckled you sure nuff be liking dat black cock don'cha white girl.

As he turned and walked toward me I almost panicked. What could I do, what could I say when he turned the corner and found me. In answer my brain gibbered tell him your looking for your wife, ask him if he's seen her. With that thought in mind I braced myself for the eventual confrontation but it never came.

Instead I heard a pleasurable sigh then the unmistakable sound of a man relieving himself. Taking a chance I peered around the corner. He was standing less the ten feet from me in the doorway of a storage closet pissing into a bucket. The stream of piss coming from his sex lubricated glistening cock seemed to go on forever.

As it slowed to a trickle and he shook his cock to rid it of the last few drops he threw back his head and sighed Lordy that Mrs. Adams be one nasty bitch. His sigh turned to a mirthful chuckle as he mumbled dat fucking Jefferson sure nuff teached her right. Dar ain't nuttin' dat shameless ho won't do to pleasure a black man.

Didn't spec to have to pay to fuck da ho dough. Specially after catching da nasty bitch fucking dem boy's what makes up da schools basketball team. Wonder she knows whiles she was fucking dem young bucks dat da coach be filming it.

Well if'n she does or if'n don't ain't no cern mine. Don't really gib shit one way da other. Piss me off dough dat da coach done charge us. Fucker should ah just give her to us stead. Have to admit dough da ho's worth every bit da ten bucks Jefferson charge den some.

No never, not in a million years! My wife would never willingly do such a thing as fuck boys under her charge, let alone be photographed doing it. Never, not in a million years. And as for her being pimped like a common whore no fucking way.

But even as I tried to deny what I'd heard, the fat negro's last words burned into my brain as if by a branding iron. "Jefferson weren't lying none he say Mrs. A. be one horny nigger dick loving slut. Ain't never seen white girl what likes dark meat so much, and dat da truth."

As he strode back down the hall then opened the door and stepped inside I peeled myself from the wall and hurried after him. As my fingers closed on the edge of the door to keep it from closing all the way I tried to still my pounding heart.

My tortured brain grasped at straws and I prayed that it wasn't so, that it was all some kind of cruel joke. That the fat negro had known all along that I was around the corner from him and he was taunting me.

But what if he hadn't known I was there? What if it wasn't some kind of cruel joke? Did I truly want to find out. Did I want to be absolutely one hundred percent positive that it was my wife on the other side of the door. And if it was her, what then.

Would I burst into the room and confront them and in the process very likely get my head bashed in. Or would I simply stay as I was kneeling before a partially opened door and watch as the two janitors simultaneously thrust into her, fucked her like the insatiable wanton slut that the grotesque fat negro had claimed her to be.

Putting my eye to the opening I peered into the room and my heart fell into my stomach. Instead of the be-speckled student I had fantasied and prayed was with the janitors was my wife. There on a desk in all her glory lay my wife in but her thigh high stockings, 4 inch pumps and wire rimmed glasses.

Between her legs, his face still buried in her crotch, was the old skinny negro. His hands, tightly gripping her quivering pert ass cheeks was holding her in such a way that no part of her body except her head and shoulders was resting on the desk.

Beside the desk at her head stood the grotesque smiling fat man chuckling suck me ho. Without hesitation she turned her face to him. Her brightly painted lips parted slightly and her tongue licked over them as she did so. Releasing her hold on the old negro's head she reached for and grasped the nearly foot long glistening cock swaying before her.

Soft pleasurable murmuring issued from her lips as together with her slim fingers caressing and stroking his growing monstrosity she tongued and kissed the crown of his cock. As her lips, tongue and hand paid homage to his ever growing erection her other hand cradled and rolled his golf ball size testicles.

I had wondered upon seeing his cock the first time how this grotesque individual could be so large. He had to be a freak of nature, and now that I saw his nut sack clearly my suspicion seemed to be confirmed.

I had always believed that fat men had small cock's, roughly about as long and as big around as a middle finger. But here was one with a cock nearly a foot long and every bit as big around as my wife's wrist. Then the thought hit me of the amount of cum his balls produced.

Smiling down at her he said something I couldn't hear but I had no problem understanding her as she pulled back from sucking ravenously on the very tip of his cock. She raised her eyes to his then with voice quivering pleaded with him to fuck her, to shove his big black cock into her and fill her womb with his hot thick cum, to give her a black baby.

Yet instead of granting her wish he turned his back to her while spreading his legs widely apart. Wiggling his buttocks he pushed it to her face chuckling fore I's shove my baby maker in dat black cock loving cunt of your'n again Mrs. A I wants you's to kiss my ass. I wants that tongue of your'n lapping my ass hole like it be a chocolate sundae.

To my amazement and without the slightest murmur of protest she did as instructed. Together with turning slightly on her side she pushed her face almost to his buttocks. The contrast of her fingers against his almost midnight ass as she gripped then spread his ass cheeks both shocked yet fascinated me.

She seemed to be pulling him toward her as she twisted further onto her side and pushed her face to his buttocks. In the seconds before her glasses were knocked a-kilter as her nose pressed into his crack and her tongue flicked against his ass hole I clearly saw the spunk that had been deposited over her face earlier.

Like some animal feeding at a trough she tried to burrow her face deeper between the splayed cheeks of his ass. Again and again her face drew back slightly only to once more push between his splayed ass cheeks. It was like watching some ravenous carnivore rutting at some mouses burrow.

As her tongue paid him homage one of her hands slid down between his fat thighs. For a moment her fingers paused as they fluttered over then hefted his nut sack. It was as if she were weighing the large orbs or perhaps judging how much cum they held. Then her fingers moved upward to grasp his thick cock. For yet a third time I marveled at the contrast between their skin tones.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as her slim white fingers momentarily cradled and fondled his testicle sac. His guttural groan changed pitch to that almost like a stuck pig, and his breathing became labored when her fingers closed about his cock.

Slowly, lovingly she caressed the hardening black snake as unashamedly time and again her tongue traveled the full length of the crack between his butt cheeks. But it wasn't just the crack between his cheeks or the crinkly ring of his ass hole that her lips and tongue paid homage to. Time and again she planted kisses over his rolling ass cheeks hardly missing a spot.

His satisfaction at her evident willingness to pleasure him thus was apparent. Time and again he encouraged her performance as she tongued and lathered his ass hole as well as lovingly caressed his nearly foot long monster. I was so engrossed in the scene that for a minute I didn't notice that the old janitor had quit lapping her snatch.

It wasn't until he grabbed her hips and twisted her about so that she was now crossways on the desk instead of lengthwise that I noticed. Being in that position, and now without the old negro eating her out, she was able to devote one hundred percent of her attention to the fat negro's ass hole.

With her feet firmly on the floor and her legs widely apart for support the only part of her body touching the desk were her elbows. Occasionally though her nipples would lightly brush across the polished surface of the desk as the fat negro pushed his buttocks tighter to her face rocking her backwards.

For long minutes her position never changed. Her sole purpose seemingly being the complete and absolute giving of pleasure to the fat negro in the disgusting manner in which she was servicing him. Quite often her muffled whimpers of servitude and obedience were drowned by the fat negro's ecstatic grunts of pleasure.

Her whimpers suddenly changed pitch and volume when the old skinny negro who'd been running his hands lightly over her sides and back reached under her. A shudder racked her body and a squeak burst from her lips as his fingers closed about and kneaded her pert firm breast.

Then like a farmer milking a cow his fingers began rolling and stretching her nipples. Her body seemed to vibrate with each pinch and pull but that wasn't her only reaction. Her legs which had been rigid and apart began to quiver and I thought for a moment she would collapse.

Constant rumblings of pleasure much like that of a contented cat issued from her throat. Her purring ceased though when he released her breast and moved his hands to her ass. But only for a moment, as after massaging her ass and adjusting her posture he dropped a hand between her splayed legs.

Whether it was just his fingers or his whole hand that caused her hips to quiver and jerk I wasn't certain. Whichever it was though it caused her to momentarily forgot the negro whose ass hole she had been tonguing. Her legs once again became rigid as together with trusting her ass backwards her legs edged slightly wider apart.

Her upper body fell to the desk as her hands, previously occupied with fondling and stroking the grotesque negro's testicles and cock moved back to grasp her own buttocks. She was not aware that even as she splayed her ass cheeks apart, thus affording the old negro fingering her cunt and ass hole better access, that the fat negro had moved around the desk to stand beside the other.

Whimpering lustful pleas for him to shove his fingers, his whole hand into her spilled from her trembling lips as she pushed back against the fingers. Laughter answered her pleas as her hips rotated and pushed back ever harder and faster. Then as Marcus slipped to the floor sprawling like a beached whale at their feet Rufus reached out and twisted his fingers into her long red hair.

Yanking her head both up and back he literally lifted her from the desk, turning her about as he did so. With back arched and face turned toward the pipes running overhead she could do nothing but let herself be guided as Rufus pushed her forward a couple a stumbling steps.

You could tell that his fingers were causing her pain as he endeavored to guide her. But it wasn't till she stumbled against the fat negro's feet and almost fell that a moan of pain passed her lips and her hands went to her tortured scalp.

Instead of releasing his hold on her though the old negro's fingers twisted tighter and he again yanked her head up and back. Whether she had been able to see the fat negro laying prone upon the floor in the split second her face had been down I can't say. But when she was again pushed forward she both widened her stance and shuffled forward slowly until finally she was over Marcus's broad hips.

The grotesque negro's voice, husky with perversion and arousal commanded her to straddle him as his fingers reached up and closed like a vice on her thighs. For the life of me I couldn't see how she could comply with his command but then Rufus released his hold on her hair giving her a slight shove at the same time.

Obediently and without hesitation she slowly squatted over him. As her legs bent and she sank lower, Marcus released her thighs. His hands like massive slabs of beef moved up her hips, over her slim waist to finally cover her proud small breast.

A deep chuckle and what sounded like you know what to do bitch issued from his lips. His fingers which had been kneading both small breast began to concentrate on her nipples. A shiver racked her body, then with a soft whimper she rose slightly and reached between their bodies grasping his cock and guiding it to the treasure I had thought was mine alone.

Another shudder racked her slim form and a loud gasp escaped her throat as the broad knob of his dick splayed her lips apart and entered her. For a moment her fingers continued to squeeze and stroke his dark monstrosity while she held herself poised above him. Then together with releasing his cock and sliding her hands over his fat stomach to his broad chest she lowered herself onto his cock.

Slowly, ever so slowly she began moving. Whimpering gasp of pleasure spilled from her lips as with each downward movement and quivering roll of her hips another inch or more of his massive cock slipped into her.

Faster, harder she ground her loins against his and as she did so he repeatedly chuckled what do you love Mrs. A. But instead of shaming her as I expected, his taunts were answered by choked gasp of black cock, I love black cock.

Her repeated whimpering' was answered by his contemptuous chuckle of I just knows you do ho. Right now dough you just worries bout pleasuring ol Marcus, don't you be thinking bout all dem other niggers what's pounded your snatch.

In answer to his jibs and taunts her hips and pelvis rolled and jerked atop him. Her actions assuring him more then words ever could that it was him and his cock that at that very moment she did indeed love above all others.

His rasping gasp of oh yea dat it, dat what I talking bout. Ride it Mrs. A. Ride dis ol fat niggers cock you nasty white ho filled the room and burned my ears as she unashamedly bounced and gyrated ever faster atop him.

With each upward movement six, eight inches of his sex lubricated dark cock was visible momentarily. Then with each shuddering downward movement and the grinding of her loins to his it disappeared. It was maybe on the tenth time she took him fully inside her that he chuckled don't you be forgetting ol Rufus dar slut.

Like an apparition that had suddenly become visible the old skinny negro appeared before her. His semi hard dick was in his hand and with a salacious grin he teasingly rubbed the bulbous leaking knob across her brightly painted lips.

For maybe all of five seconds, but for what seemed like an eternity to me it was as if she didn't hear him. It was as if her mind were elsewhere as her hands pushed from Marcus' chest and covered his rough dark ones which were mauling her breast.

Her back arched, and her head began to slowly move from side to side causing her long red hair to swirl about her. The old negro's cock pressed more persistently against her lips and in response they parted slightly and her tongue flicked out lapping up the pre cum oozing from it.

"Tells me what'ch wants Ms. Adams. Tells this old nigger wheres you wants him to pleasure you. Does you wants me to shove my licorice stick in your mouf again or does you wants me to shoves it in dat tight ass of your'n. Tell ol' Rufus what you's wants him to do Ms. Adams."

At first it was but a whisper, then her voice choked with emotion grew stronger. Fuck me, oh God yes fuck me, both of you fuck me. Use me like the the black cock loving white trash whore I am. Fill me with your cock's and cum.

Grasping his cock in one hand he chuckled gleefully as he walked around behind her anything to make the principle happy. Dropping to one knee behind her he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades pushing her forward and down until her face was but centimeters from his fat friends own.

It was only natural that with her face so close to his Marcus would pull it the last quarter of an inch and press his lips to hers. Her hands which had been on his hairy chest slid forward to his broad shoulders then down beneath his thick neck. Then as hungrily, as passionately as he kissed her she kissed him in return.

The adjustment to her body also naturally put her pert ass in position to better accommodate the old negro and he took advantage of it. But before guiding his rigid cock between her tight firm butt cheeks he coughed up a hocker releasing it squarely on his rigid cock.

Grinning broadly he spread the gooey slimy mess over the bulbous crown of his cock. Then grabbing her butt cheeks tightly he pulled her to him. With a grin like that of a demonic devil he lunged forward sinking nearly half his nine or so inch fat dark cock into her.

With wheezing breath as he time and again roughly pushed into her he grunted is dis what you wanted ho? When she didn't answer immediately his thrust became more savage, more animalistic. Time and again he almost pulled fully from her only to lunge powerfully back into her.

Again and again he lunged into her and each time he thrust into her he ground and twisted his loins to her jiggling buttocks. But his wasn't the only cock thrusting into her so powerfully. Each time he drew back the whale beneath her pushed upwards into her.

Unable to tear my eyes away I watched as for untold endless minutes first one then the other powerfully, savagely, sadistically thrust his dark glistening cock deep into her. Her lips had long ago left Marcus's and from them came squeals and gasp as she rocked back against one then forward onto the other dark cock animalisticly using her.

The sounds, the sights of the perverted yet arousing scene taking place before me filled my eyes, my ears, my brain. An illusion as of a shimmering haze seemed to fill the air about them. An illusion compounded by the droplets of sweat falling onto her naked flesh from the grunting old negro over her. Each drop was as if onto a grease filled hot skillet.

As if they were in slow motion I saw the droplets of sweat drop from the laboring negro. Saw them contact her passion flushed shuddering flesh then splatter into a fine mist before drifting slowly down to the fat negro upon which she was straddled. I swear I heard each sizzle as the drops of perspiration contacted her writhing flesh.

Blending with the surreal scene as well as heightening it were the two negro's perverted commands breathlessly sputtered amongst their masculine grunts of labor. Their effect would not have been complete though without my wife's answering passion filled oomph's and ecstatic whimpers.

All, all burned into my brain, my soul as the men repeatedly and ever faster thrust powerfully and deeply into her. While my wife for her part writhed and quivered in wanton abandonment and perversion between them.

Once more pulling her face close to his Marcus said something that I couldn't make out. It wasn't till I heard her stuttering choked reply that she was theirs, that she was every negro's fuck toy to do with as they pleased did I understand what he had said to her.

The gasping whimpering moans of pleasure, of ecstasy spilling from her trembling lips as they animalisticly used her astonished and dumbfounded me. Yet what astonished me more was that she was literally skewering herself on each cock in turn as it impaled her.

Why, why she was willingly giving herself to two such men. But the question was mote for I already knew the answer, they had paid for her services. In fact if I could believe what the fat man had said earlier, and I had no reason to doubt otherwise since witnessing her performance, they were not the first to do so.

Shaking my head to clear it of all such thoughts I again focused my attention on the trio before me. On the lithe, sweat drenched writhing trembling form of my wife and the two trash talking negro's she was sandwiched between.

With a last synchronous powerful thrust along with grunts like wild beast the two janitors as one drove fully into her trembling twitching body. Her gurgling scream of what could only have been rapture all but drowned out the two janitors combined guttural groans of release and satisfaction as together they emptied their seed into her orifices.

Her choked repeated sobs of yes, oh God yes, so good, so good scorched my ears and threatened to boil my brain. In shock I fall backwards but before my numb fingers released the door I heard one of them chuckle you sure nuff know how to pleasure your betters Mrs. Adams. yes sir you surely do.

I don't remember leaving the school. I don't even remember driving but when I arrived home to a darkened house her car was in the driveway. But how could that be because I had only just left the school. Or had I? Had this evening been real or had it been some kind of erotic dream or nightmare.

With those final words my head which had been growing ever more heavy dropped to the table. As it did so my eyes, blurry from drink, imploring searched the faces about me seeking an answer to my question.

Whether I mumbled or spoke clearly as I asked was that enough proof to satisfy them I don't know. But I honestly didn't care one way or the other as a dark shroud fell over my drink numbed brain shutting down all my senses.

- The End -

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Hott Hostess

SuperSexer on Teen Stories

   I'm a 17 year old server a local restaurant to save money for college. The pay is great and the employees are hott. Just like at most restaurants, the hottest applicant got the title of hostess. She's about 5' 2" with dark brown hair and a couple freckles by her little nose. Her tits were very small if they were there at all. She's the cutest little thing you ever saw. She would flirt with almost anyone and had a real "the mall is the greatest place on earth" kind of personality. She has tanned light brown skin and a very firm body. After speaking with her for several weeks on slow days, I started to become attracted to her body. Especially since the managers always had her wear short skirts and thin white

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shirts. I also found out she was 14 years old. One night when we were about to close up she asked me if I wanted to have a little fun after work. I got so excited I was forced to walk around with a boner for the next 10 minutes.

  For the next couple hours while we closed she tortured me. Every time I looked her way she'd be bending down with her skirt pulled up so I could see her pussy lips. When I carried some beer up from the basement she was standing at the top of the stairs holding her skirt up with one hand and fingering herself with the other. And this was with many people around! After work we met in the back parking lot near a telephone pole where the lighting is very poor and there aren't people that time of night. She didn't waste any time. She demanded that I take my clothes off right away and she started by loosening my belt. After we were both naked she and I made out for prolly only 10 minutes at the most which involved a lot of grabbing and rubbing. She tasted great...so fresh and young. As it turns out she was a lot sluttier than I thought.

   She got up off of me, faced the telephone pole, put her hands up on it, arched her back, and said in a soft cute little girls voice, "Please put your cock in my ass." She was pretty nasty about it to. Right at the beginning I put it once in her pussy to get it wet. She had to stand on her tippy-toes to amtch my height better. Rather than putting it in 3 or 4 times alternating between her pussy and ass for lube, she demanded that I push it up her ass as hard I could right away. I explained how this isn't enough lube and it will hurt but she insisted, "Push it in as hard as you can. I want it to hurt me. Make your little girl feel like a big slut only here to make you cum." ..I didn't need any more lol. I pushed it in as hard as I could and she squealed with pain as her ass hole gave way and I slipped inside. Because there was very little lube, her ass hole would move with my cock a good 3in. before finally sliding. I think after she felt that I had made feel like a worthless whore (3 or 4 strokes later) she spit on her hand and reached between her legs and started lube my dick. A few seconds later I was in heaven. I was sliding in and out much easier and she, was, tight. Very tight. I could feel her sphincter actually clamping down on my cock. I asked her if she was tightening her muscles so it would be tighter and she half moaned and half screamed, "Yes daddy, I want to be tight for you." I slowed my pumping a bit so I could watch it slide in and out from the tip to the base of my cock. Also because I didn't want to cum so early lol. I had thought about what she just said so I said, "You know, if you tighten up your muscles while I'm doing this then you'll wear out your ass hole faster." What she said next I couldn't believe..."I want you to make me gape daddy. I want to walk around with a black and blue ass hole that won't close all the way knowing that my daddys big cock did it to me." With that remark she reached between her legs and pulled, rather hard, on my balls so that I'd slam my cock into her. After all that I couldn't hold back any longer. I began to violently slam into her ass while she positioned herself so that she had both hands free. She put both hands between her legs and with one began to massage my balls, and with the other, started to slide 3 fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt. With the massaging of my balls I became lite-headed with the pleasure of everything...especially the dirty talk. I felt that familiar feeling welling up and couldn't hold my load back any longer. I grunted very loudly as I felt this tremendous release into her ass.

   Through all my sexual exploits the girls always tell me I put out like 3 times more cum than any other guy they've been with. Most didn't like it but I didn't really care.**This story is a work of pure fiction. Any relation to people, places, and events are purely coincidental.

   As I felt the cum streaming through my cock her ass filled up and began to squirt out in various places where my dick entered her. It got on my leg, my feet, all over her legs, and all over her feet and sandals. After I had finished unloading she stood upright with my hard dick still in her ass. She put her head backwards so that it rested on my shoulder smiling and said, " That was wonderful. I came twice!" she exclaimed in that cute tiny voice.

   With that said she reached around and grabbed my softening dick and very slowly pulled out. As my head came out, the rest of my cum rushed out of her ass since her ass hole didn't quite close all the way. Needless to say, she could not have been any more soaked from the waist down lol.

   Without letting go she turned around, crouched down and thoroughly cleaned my dick with her mouth. She also unexpectedly saved me from having clean up by licking all the cum off my legs and the tops of my feet. As she was doing this I looked at her mid-section. It was completely covered in cum along with her legs and feet. Since she had to stand on her tippy-toes for her to be at the correct height, both sides of her feet had a stream of cum running down it.

  After she had finished with me she laid down on her back and took her sandals off. She took hold of one leg and began to lick all the cum off from her knee down. Then she began to suck the cum off her cum-covered toes. She spent extra time with sucking and licking her toes as I could tell it gave her pleasure. She looked up at me standing there starring at her with my now erect-again cock. She said" I love the taste of your cum and I thought it would be a huge waste to clean up with a tissue. Besides, my daddy always makes me lap it all up."

  By now I was beginning to realize she was making a ton of references to her dad so while we were putting our clothes back on I asked about him and the references. After she finished putting on her clothes, she said in a very proud voice, "My daddy taught me and my little brother  everything about sex! I have a little sister too but she is only 9 and my dad says she is too young to be taught. But I think he will soon since her birthday is in a month and he taught me on my 10th birthday! My dad doesn't know it but one night she asked me what a mans cum tastes like so the next time I blew him I saved a little in my mouth and then put it in hers when he wasn't looking. She loved it! I think she's going to be as slutty as me!"...she said with a crooked smile.

  I stood there speechless for a moment....."How...how....so your dad really fucks you?!"

"Yep!! If your lucky, I'll talk to my daddy into letting you come over to have some fun with us one night!"

Wanna hear what happend next???!!! Stay tuned....

War is Hell

tinkertoy on Taboo Stories

Being deployed to a combat zone is difficult in ways few can imagine.  You not only miss your family and friends, you miss so many things you’ve always taken for granted: going to the store and buying what you want or need, choosing which kind of soda you want, going through the drive trough at Mickey D’s on your way home from work, or even just picking up the phone and calling someone are among the things you start missing after about 3 weeks.

We got to Kuwait

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003" day="9" month="3" />March 9, 2003 and would have stayed in Kuwait for almost 2 months but some idiot in our camp through a grenade into his Command’s tent so most of us got pushed north into Iraq a lot sooner than expected.  Half of our vehicles were broke down pieces of shit and about a third of the supplies we shipped ahead of us were lost when the ship carrying them sank.

The spring and summer 0f 2003 passed in a haze.  I can’t remember much of that time.  I know it was bad.  It was hot and we had too many people in each tent, the MRE’s taste like shit after day 4 and you watch people who got there after you leave before you.  You get to thinking your tour will keep getting extended, or you’ll get KIA’d a day before you’re supposed to leave and it fucks with your mind.

And of course, there is no place to jack off.

Some guys hide in the porta-johns, others would climb into parked vehicles, some would do it in their sleeping bags at night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things.  I can’t smell piss and shit, or sit in a hot fucking truck or even worse, be entombed in a damn sleeping bag in 120 degree heat just to yank my cock.  So I suffered.

Around late July or early August we had a bunch of new people sent to us.  But no new tents so we had to cut our tiny living spaces in half.  My old area was now shared with some Major who seemed as gay as he was pompous.

I think that guy jacked off twice a night every night for the first week he was there.  I got sick of hearing his hand rubbing against his sleeping bag and was going to say something about it when I decided I was probably just jealous.  I’d seen the pictures of his wife and if I was him, I’d be doing the same thing.  I’d been 5 or 6 months without a single jo session.  It was hot, I was frustrated, and he was lucky to have that hot piece of ass to go home to whenever we got the hell out of here.

Inevitably, everyone gets to know each other pretty well.  You can’t help it when you sleep less than a foot away from each other.  Major T. and I were no different.  He was actually pretty cool and he’d always share his care packages with me before passing things out to everyone else.  We talked quite a bit.  What we missed most about home, what we’d be doing if we were still in the States, girls we’d fucked, where we grew up, why we joined the Army, etc.  One memorable conversation had us deciding what 3 things we wanted most at that moment.  An easy decision for me:  a blow job, 18 hours of sleep, and a Dr. Pepper.  (There was NO Dr. Pepper in Iraq until December)

He asked me one day if I had a girlfriend in country and I kinda looked at him crazy.  A lot of soldiers hook up with someone for a deployment and they spend their time sneaking off to fuck in the backs of trucks or in the shitters.  One couple was even caught in the water buffalo!  I never drank from that WB again.  With all our talk, I figure he’d know the answer by now.

 I told him no and he said he’d asked only because he’d never heard me jack off.  I instantly thought of my first impression of him being gay and the look on my face must have made him realize how he sounded.  He hurriedly went on to explain that he’d been seeing this girl and she wanted him to bring another guy along that night.  He was wondering if I’d like to go along.

I told him no thanks, I don’t dig the idea of fucking some slut even as my dick started to stir in my pants.  He kept trying to convince me and I finally asked him who it was.  I was shocked when he told me.

“Anderson, the fueler girl.  She has some friends who let her use their air-conditioned offices at night to watch movies.  I ran into her one night when she was headed over there and she invited me along.  One thing led to another and, well…” he trailed off.

I knew the girl.  Andy is what we all called her.  I’d known her before we deployed and the girl is HOT!  She’s definitely not a slut.  When she’d get off duty back home she’d put on regular clothes and you could see what the baggy uniforms hid all day.  She was really pretty, awesome figure, smart as hell, and refused every GI who asked her out.  Me included.  I had spent many nights before we left with my dick in my hand and her in my mind.

I told him how she’d shot me down before and if she had to be a slut if she wanted him to just bring any guy with him that night.

“Not just any guy.  There’s only 2 guys she’s willing to have me bring; you or that tall guy in Operations.  I forget his name.”

My dick stirred a bit more.  I felt it roll over off my leg and stiffen just the tiniest bit.

“I’ll think about it.  What time?”

“1800.  Let me know before 1600 so I can ask that other guy.”

 

At 1730 I was a wreck.  I had already showered, shaved, and found a clean pair of underwear.  My heart was pounding in the back of my throat, the blood was rushing through my brain creating a sound akin to a wind tunnel, and my dick was so hard I thought maybe I should have forgotten about putting on underwear at all.

I was waiting for Major T. to show up and having a conniption.  He was late and I was starting to think he’d been playing a joke on me.  I’d kill him if he was.  I was also trying to figure out where this office was.  The airfield we lived on was pretty nice since we’d built it up over the summer, but there were less than half a dozen buildings.  Only two were of any size where there would be offices and neither seemed likely.  There was the Terminal where all the Big Wigs worked like the General and his staff, and then there was the control tower where the aviation guys worked and lived.  Where the fuck were we going?  Where the fuck was Major T.?

He eventually showed up but he was pretty late and we had to walk fast to be there on time.  He said he didn’t want to piss her off.  She could be a little pouty with him and while it was sexy as hell, it also meant he ran the risk of REALLY pissing her off.

He led me to the Terminal and my mid was swirling with questions, pent up frustration and a sudden fear that literally stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s up?  You coming or what?”

“Uh, that’s the problem, actually.”

“You didn’t just, uh, in you pants…?”

“NO! But, well, see, Anderson is really hot.”

He looked at me like I’d just been awarded my Master’s Degree in Stating the Obvious.  “No kidding,” he finally said.

“Well, it’s just that it’s been a really long time for me and she’s really hot and I was just thinking how bad it would be…,”  I broke off at the sound of his laughter.

“You’re worried you’ll shoot your load in less than 30 seconds.”  There was no malice in his voice.

“More like 10,” I said.  “Maybe I should kinda go over there,” pointing at some trees, “and, uh, prepare myself before I get inside.”

“If you really want to, but she’ll probably like it if you don’t.  Trust me.”

I was still uncertain.  I kept imaging this hot chick laughing at me when I shot my load as I was still unbuttoning my pants.  And if she laughed one of two things would happen.  I’d either not be able to get hard again, or I’d get hard and she wouldn’t want me after all.

“My first night in that office I had my pants around my ankles and she was reaching out to grab me and I shot my wad in her face before she even touched me.  She loved it!”

I was dumbfounded.  I just stood there trying to figure out what on earth this girl found arousing about something like that.  I also kept imagining her face with cum dripping down it and my cock swelled even more.  I was decided.

We entered the terminal and Major T. led me up these nice marble stairs, down a hallway that looked like it should be in a NYC crack house, through a room full of computers and to a large polished wood door.  The contrasts in this place were adding to my confusion.  This whole experience was like some fever-induced dream where you find yourself wandering around a mad house with crazy people jumping out at you and mirrors distorting your reflection so much that you forget what you look like.

“Before we go in there I want to set a couple things straight.  You cannot tell anyone about this.    Also, you’ll have to leave your weapon there,” he pointed to a weapons rack against the wall where a SAW was already locked in.  “If you need a lock there’s some on the counter there.”  I locked my weapon in and Tom passed me his.  When both were secure, I turned back to him.

“I am married and will get into a lot of trouble if anyone knows about this.  I’m also an Officer and she’s only a PFC so they’ll get me on that, too.  I’ll lose my wife and son if I get found out.  You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.  No exaggeration.  I will end your life if you jeopardize my future with my wife and son.  I’ll kill you if you tarnish his girl’s reputation.  I don’t want people thinking she’s a barracks slut because she isn’t.  If you can’t abide by this, leave now.”

“I won’t tell a soul, Sir.”

He smiled then.  “I knew I forgot something.  My name’s Tom.  As long as were here I’d prefer you to call me that.  And I’d prefer to call you by your first name, as well.”

“No problem.  I’m Jake.”

“Andy’s still Andy, by the way.  I guess even her folks call her that and always have.”

“Anything else?”

By way of answer he opened the door.  On the other side was a lavish office, even by American standards.  Never mind we were in a bombed out city in Iraq, the Land That God Forgot.  Huge mahogany desk, leather winged back chair, big flat screen TV with a stereo, marble floor with deep pile rugs, big comfy couch against one wall, and in the middle of it all, there was Andy.

She had her hair down and I realized I’d forgotten it was curly.  I’d forgotten she had a beautiful smile and cute dimples hiding under her combat façade.  She wasn’t just the fueler girl, or a machine gunner putting her life on the line for convoys.  She was all of those things, but she was a woman, too.  Talk about contrasts.

“You guys coming in, or what?” she smiled.

I heard Tom gulp beside me.  I knew how he felt.  I took a shaky step into the room, unsure of what to do.

Tom walked purposefully past me and they hugged.  And then they kissed.  I just stood there while watching these two share the most passionate kiss I’d ever seen.  They broke off and she started unbuttoning his shirt.  She took it off and the T-shirt, too.  I watched her run her hands down his chest and my groin tightened in jealousy, lust, and voyeuristic thrill.

Her eyes seemed to drink him up as she started removing his pants.  I felt weird when his bare ass came into view.  I started to move to the right so I wouldn’t be staring straight at it, but then she knelt in front of him and I changed direction.  I’d never seen another guys hard dick before, but I really wanted to see his go into her mouth.

She licked at it as she fondled his balls and then she took the whole thing in his mouth in one swallow.  I was unbuttoning my pants to free my cock when she beckoned me nearer.  I took a few steps but she kept motioning me forward so I kept walking and unbuttoning until I was right next to Tom, standing over her.

She took her mouth off him.  “Take it out,” she panted.  “I want to see you.  I want to see you make yourself cum while I suck him.”

I kicked off my boots and pulled my pants off.  My socks did that really cool trick socks do when they come off with your pants.  I had lost my uniform top sometime so I was just standing there in my T-shirt.  I took hold of my cock for the first time in 6 months and started stroking it.  Andy’s head was bobbing up and down on Tom’s dick not 6 inches in front of me.  I felt the cum boiling in my sack and with a series of loud grunts I shot my load all over the right side of Andy’s face.

For the first time since I was about 14 my dick stayed hard after I came.  I kept stroking it and milking it until Andy took me into her mouth.  I shot another full load into her mouth and it built in intensity when I realized she was swallowing.  I’d never met a chick that swallows before!

Tom was standing next to me stroking his cock as Andy milked the last drops from me.  He had a smile on his face when I looked at him.  “Told ya, man.  She’s the greatest!”

I nodded my agreement and closed my eyes.  I nearly fell over when Andy took her hands off my ass.  I was so drained that I could barely stand.  Andy led me to the couch and lay me down.  She did a little strip tease in front of me before climbing on top.

“Tom, honey, I’m going to fuck Jake really hard while you watch.  I want you to shove your cock in my ass just before you come.”

I almost came myself when she said that.  It had been so long since I’d had my dick in a wet pussy and as she slid down on my member I thought I was in heaven.  She was breathing very heavily and her tits were bouncing up and down in front of my face.  I was thrusting madly upwards, trying to match her stroke for stroke when I felt Tom shove into her.  Feeling his cock through her wall made every thrust into something so exquisite I never wanted it to end.

He let out a low groan and then they both stopped moving.  About 10 seconds later I felt his cock pulse and then the cum emptying into Andy’s ass.  Each shot created another pulse and the sensation it caused running up my own hard shaft made me blow my wad, too.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh my FUCKING god!  You’re both cumming!  I have a man cumming in my ass and a man cumming in my pussy!  Oh!  My!  God!”  Andy shrieked.  With that I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick and her orgasm flooded over me.  Tom and I both had our arms around her but that didn’t stop her from shaking uncontrollably as she came.

I’ve always been jealous of how long the woman’s orgasm is.  It seems to go on forever and that night as I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as the last contractions in Tom’s balls pushed his cum upwards against me, I came again.

I fell back on the couch and let my arms fall by my sides.  I felt Andy relaxing on top of me and then she and Tom were laying down on me.  I had never been so satisfied in my life.  I would have slept there just like that if it weren’t so risky.  We didn’t need the office owner to come in next morning and find us there like that.

I could hardly get dressed and they had to help me gets my boots tied.  I waited in the hall, retrieving our weapons while Andy and Tom said their goodnights.  I was so tired that I didn’t have a single thought in my head.  As Tom led me back to our tent he asked if I wanted to go back the next night.

“Dude, are you kidding?  What do you think?!”

 

 

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Teachers Potential

A.G.Thomas on Ethnic Stories


"Teachers Potential"
by A.G.Thomas

(M+F inter. teacher)
As Kareem Weathers pushed his cart through the hall he glanced down at his watch, 6:23. One more classroom and he would be out of there and hitting on that new barmaid at Jelly Rolls by 6:45, 7:00 at the latest. Not that the young thing ever paid him any attention. Still though he enjoyed the challenge and who knew, maybe, just maybe, one of these days he would get in her pants. Pushing open the door he stopped dead in his tracks. What the hell was she still doing here he wondered. Ms Reynolds, actually Mrs. Regina Reynolds never stayed this late. As he stepped quietly into the room and began pushing his dust mop over the floor her head never rose from the papers cluttering her desk.
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Out of the corner of his eye he continued to look at her and for perhaps the hundredth time since the start of the school year he mentally undressed her. There was just something about her that set his blood to pumping and today was no different. Maybe it was because she didn't dress like the other teachers. Not that he didn't appreciate and find it highly arousing that the others wore blouses who's buttons threatened to pop open and skirts that were not only short but in several cases looked as if they had been painted on. Whether Mrs. Reynolds manner of dress was like a steak to a man accustomed to hamburgers or his own sense of what a proper woman should dress like he wasn't certain. All he knew was that he highly approved of and found her stylish clothes stimulating to his old libido.

He especially liked the dress she was wearing today. Not that her usual wrap around or other knee length dresses such as her silk and chiffon ones, that if not for their lining would be transparent, didn't twitch his baby maker he mumbled. As he continued to watch her out of the corner of his eyes he mentally unfastened one after the other of the buttons running the length of her shirt dress. A lecherous grin curled his lips as in his minds eye he slowly parted the thin material of her dress after loosening the last button. He had little doubt that if such ever happened his old eyes would feast on a truly hot body.

For a second he froze as her head rose and she looked right at him. A far away look clouded her eyes. A look as if to say she was somewhere other then here grading papers for ungrateful shit-heads who would never amount to anything. Maybe she's thinking about a long luxurious bubble bath before slipping into a sexy little babydoll, or perhaps a flyaway nightgown so sheer as to non existent he thought. God damn he muttered if he was ever so lucky as to have her do something like that for him he'd keep her in bed for a week.

As he continued to look at her a smile touched her sensual lips as if confirming his thoughts then slowly she lowered her head and wrote something on one of the papers. Damn, she must really have her mind elsewhere he silently muttered. She done looked right at this ol' nigga and didn't see me. Sure do wish she be thinking bout me like dat he snickered. Slowly making his way closer to her desk he stood before her for a moment then lightly coughed to get her attention. He almost laughed as together with her head snapping up to look at him she almost jumped from her chair.

Together with her hand flying to her heaving bosom as if to still a pounding heart she nervously giggled you scared me half to death Mr. Weathers. For a second they looked at each other and then like a school girl caught cheating on an exam she started talking a mile a minute. "I thought I'd stay and grade papers instead of going home to an empty house. It's so depressing being alone in that big old house his parents gave us when they moved to that retirement community." For a moment she paused. Then as if reading his thoughts as to why she would be alone she mumbled that her husband was on a business trip and wasn't due to return till sometime late tonight.

Continuing in the same vein she explained that Nathan had been away for nearly a week and that she was looking forward to his returning home. Then nervously shuffling some papers she softly asked if there was something he wanted. "Yes em Ms. Reynolds I done already cleaned da rest of yo classroom but now I has to get under your desk. Ain't cleaned dar in a while and dar probably be a lot of dust under dar. Won't take long an I'll try not to bother you." Then without waiting for her reply he knelt down and moved beneath her desk. As Kareem slipped from sight she turned back to the papers cluttering her desk.

Why did I explain myself to him she wondered. He's just a janitor he doesn't need to know why I'm still here. If I wanted to stay here in my classroom all night it was none of his business. Then shaking her head she picked up her marker and continued with her task. Beneath her desk, but unknown to her, Kareem tried to peer beneath her dress. But despite the five or so inch slit in her dress before the first button he was unable to. Slowly he reached out and cautiously and over what seemed like an eternity undid first one and then two more buttons of her dress.

With each successive loosening of a button her dress fell to either side of her slightly parted shapely legs. Once again lowering his head he found to his delight that he had an excellent though constricted view of her shapely legs to mid thigh. For untold minutes he neither moved or breathed as he took in the sight before him. His mind raced with visions of her open and inviting before him. Lurid explicit images of her worshiping his nine inch thick veined dark cock filled his mind. When after long minutes she showed no reaction to her dress falling to either side of her shapely legs he lightly brushed her left pump.

Obediently in response to his touch her foot moved thus opening her legs wider. Another light touch a moment later to her right pump and her knees were a good foot apart giving him an unhampered and clear view of her panties. For a fleeting moment he felt a pang of disappointment upon discovering that instead of frilly little lace panties as he had expected she was instead wearing plain old white cotton one. Well dat going to sure nuff going to change once I gives her a taste of a real man he silently muttered Licking his thick lips he stifled a lust filled moan as he reached out. Feather like he touched her knee then ever so slowly and lightly moved higher. In response to his feather like touch and hot breath on her leg she squirmed slightly and her legs opened even wider.

"Sure be dirty under here missy but don't you worry none cause I gonna clean it good for you" Her only response was a soft mummer as she again squirmed in her seat. Lightly his fingers glided ever higher up her shapely legs and as they did he moved his head between them until unbelievingly and to his delight his nose was less then two inches from her. Breathing deeply he inhaled her scent and then nano seconds before pressing his face to her plain white cotton panties he snickered damn Mrs. Reynolds your pussy sure do smell nice.

As if struck by lightening she suddenly realized that what she had been fantasizing was anything but. Pushing backwards from her desk she looked down at the nappy dark head between her widely splayed legs. "Mr. Weathers ---- what ---- what ---- do you think your doing. Oh God stop. Please stop." For a second he didn't answer as like a dog lapping at water his tongue lathered her aroma rich panties. Then together with his fingers tightening on her thighs to keep her legs from snapping shut his lifted his face and looked deeply into her stunned and startled eyes. "Why I's cleaning of course Mrs. R." Then as if to emphasize his statement he again lowered his head and pressed his thick tongue into her slightly moistened panties.

Despite her shock at his assumptive behavior as well as his bold statement a soft pleasurable moan escaped her lips as his tongue lapped and stabbed at her panties. "Noooooo. Stop! Please stop Mr. Weathers ---- Kareem. Oh God stop please stttooppppp. My husbaannnnndd" But even as her soft pleas touched the silence of the room her head lolled back and another louder moan escaped her lips as unbidden her hands fell atop her assailants head. Together with her fingers pushing into his tight kinky curls her pert buttocks jerked upwards from her chair pressing her treasure to Kareem's tongue. A soft chuckle came from between her legs as time and again and repeatedly the negro's thick tongue pressed her panties into her crack.

For an eternity Kareem knelt there with his face buried between her splayed legs. Then together with relaxing his hold on her squirming hips his head rose slightly and he began to fumble with the silver concho belt about her slim waist. Hardly had the heavy silver belt fallen useless to the seat behind her then his large dark hands gripped the hem of her dress and pulled. A sound as if that of a string of fire crackers going off filled the room as the few remaining buttons of her dress popped away and ricochet across the room. She tried to close her legs, tried to pull her fingers from his tight curls of his nappy hair and cover her near nudity but neither would cooperate. She could fell his fingers dancing over her flat abdomen up along her ribs and then a choked gasping sob spilled from her lips as his dark hands closed over her bra covered pert breast.

Mixed distorted thoughts flooded her brain. Thoughts of her husband and his love for her, of Mr. Weathers hands groping her, squeezing her swirled about her. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw to keep from going under her mind fixed on her nine month marriage. But whatever hope the thought might of held died as Kareem's head once more fell between her legs and his tongue stabbed at her panty covered treasure. Faint whimpering pleas for Kareem to stop issued from her trembling lips even as unable to control her actions her loins jerked and quivered in time to the tongue licking and stabbing against her panties. Her chest heaved and her breath came in choked gasping sobs as wave after wave of unfathomable pleasure washed over her.

Not until she felt his fingers in the waistband of her full cotton panties did she realize that his hands had left her pert bra covered breast. Unbidden and with an unfathomable desire to help him her tight well shaped buttocks rose from her chair even as her hips continued to dance and push toward the thick tongue giving her pleasure. A soulful whimper of no please no hissed from her lips as his tongue left her and a heartbeat later his heavy hands tugged her white cotton panties from about her waist and pushed them down her legs. Obediently her right leg rose to assist him in removing her panties in answer to the command flashed to it by her brain. But before her left foot could obey the same command Kareem had risen from the floor and was leaning over her.

With his dark smiling face centimeters from hers he chuckled don't you be worrying none Mrs. Reynolds, this old nigger ain't going to be stopping. Least ways not till you've done pleasured my black baby maker seven ways from Sunday. Then closing the final little distance between them his thick lips smothered hers. At the same time his lips covered hers his left hand wormed beneath then pushed her full maiden-form bra above her perky breast while his right dropped between her legs. Like the tendrils of a giant squid exploring the food it had just captured the fingers of his two hands not only fluttered over her pussy lips but also pinched and tugged at her nipples.

For immeasurable minutes his tongue lapped and stabbed at her unresponsive lips then as if she were an inexperienced teenager kissing her first boy her lips parted slightly. At first experimentally then harder her lips ground against his then a micro second later her tongue darted out to parry then entwine with his. Even as her mind screamed the sinfulness of her response to a man of a race she had always thought inferior whimpering pleasurable moans were swallowed by his hungry mouth. To her addled brian it felt as if a faucet had been turned on between her legs though she knew that wasn't possible. Yet there was no denying the arousal washing over her from the negro's manipulations.

Suddenly his lips left hers and she was left gasping as if hyperventilating. From somewhere far off she heard a voice, but the mad thumping of her heart and the raging river roaring through her veins all but made it indecipherable. Not until long minutes had passed did she realize that his lips had left hers and that he was talking to her. Then and only then was she able to grasp the full meaning of the words.

"Does you likes what I's doing Mrs. Reynolds? Does you likes dis nigga eating your snatch and playing with your little titties? Well does you?" To ashamed to answer she simply nodded but that wasn't the response Kareem wanted. Leaning back against her desk he snickered I can't hear you Mrs. Reynolds. But again her only response was a nodding of her head. Feigning disgust he grunted if'n you won't tell me what you's wants then this ol nigga might as well leave. As he strongly suspected she would do she reached out and closed her delicate fingers on his thick wrist halting his movement.

Turning to her he looked down into her glazed eyes without saying a word. Though his blood was racing and he wanted desperately to fall atop her, squash her beneath his 270 pounds he simply stood there looking at her. Her soft answer broadened his smile but still he didn't move yet unconsciously his big hand dropped to his crotch and hefted his burgeoning cock. "Yes? Yes what Mrs. Reynolds?" Her answer when it came was so soft that he had to strain to hear her as she muttered yes I like your head between my legs and yes I like you playing with my breast.

Despite his desire to bred the young white teacher that was more then half his age his need to dominate her, to control her, to bend her to his will gained the upper hand. His mirth filled laugh echoed through the room as with a piercing stare he said I didn't just have my head between your legs vanilla, I was eating your snatch. An I wasn't playing with your breast either cunt, I was playing with your tits. For what seemed like an eternity a deathly silence filled the room then again he turned as if to walk away from her.

"Yes damn you yes ---- Yes I liked you eating my snatch and yes I liked you playing with my tits" With a smile he turned back to her and as he did so his big hands again fondled her breast along with rolling and pinching her nipples. Shame such as she had never known before encompassed her, yet unable to deny her need her hands rose and covered his and a stuttering moan of pleasure tumbled from her quivering lips. Though she wanted desperately to scream out her pain as the negro's thick dark fingers pinched and stretched her nipples ever harder and further the only sound from her mouth were whimpering moans of pleasure.

Limply her hands dropped from his as her body quivering uncontrollable in ecstasy could no longer hold them aloft. Then with supreme effort as the quivering that had encompassed her lessened and in answer to his taunts they again rose but this time toward him. With trembling cumbersome fingers she struggled with his belt and when it didn't loosen immediately groans and tears of frustration overwhelmed her. Only his soothing words as well as his own fingers assisting her calmed her frayed nerves. As his belt loosened and he then unsnapped his uniform pants her hands pushed them from his hips.

As his pants fell to his knees his unrestrained cock sprang into view. A loud gasp burst from her lips and she leaned back into her chair. She had never seen, let alone imagined, anything such as what her eyes beheld. Unconsciously she licked her lips making them glisten invitingly. Her mind tumbled and spiraled as it tried to come to terms with the massive blue black monstrosity that held her eyes as if it were a magnet. In near hysteria her mind gibbered that it had to be at least twice that of her husbands both in length and girth.

Tentatively she reached out to trace a delicate finger from the loose skin covering the spongy knob down to its base then back up again. As her fingernail slid lightly along its length it jerked and twitched in response. Closing her fingers about its twitching girth she at first slowly and then faster ran her hand up and down it's length. The taunting voice of the huge negro tickled her ears as her thoughts ran rapid. Girlish giggles about the length and girth of the blood engorged blue black hunk of man flesh repeatedly played through her brain along with his taunts.

"You likes Kareem's baby maker don't you Mrs. Reynolds? You likes looking at it, feeling it, squeezing it, stroking it! I bets your horny white trash ass can't wait to feels it pounding your snatch can you? Well fore dat happens slut I specks you to kiss it, to worship it, pay homage to it." Even before the last words of his taunt registered in the mush jokingly called her brain her lips parted and she leaned toward him. Hardly had her tongue lapped over the oozing tip then her lips closed over its spongy head. As her teeth every so lightly grazed his cock his fingers curled into her soft shoulder length strawberry blond hair. The blood roaring through her veins, the mad pounding of her heart was so loud that all other sound was blotted out. Yet as if she actually could hear his eager mocking words her lips moved further down his cock.

Again and again her lips moved up and down him and with each successive forward movement another half inch or so slipped between them. As she drew a section on the vein rich hunk of darkness her tongue fluttered rapidly along the underside, caressing, teasing him. Like a baby feeding at its mothers nipple she slavishly labored to bring him the ejaculation she knew he wanted. Gasping, choking sputters issued from around the cock driving ever faster and deeper between her lips as with left hand upon his hip and her right caressing, fondling, hefting his egg size nodules she sought to please him.

Would she like the taste of his cum, or would she she wondered find it repugnant just as she did her husbands. But even as the question formed in her mind the negro's cock jerked like an unmanned fire hose. Then like an erupting volcano spewing forth its bubbling boiling lava his thick slightly salty cum splashed against the entrance to her throat. Whether it was her own mind directing her actions or somehow Kareem's words had made it through the roaring in her ears she obediently sought to swallow his offering. Despite her best efforts though some of his thick globular cum oozed from between her tightly clinging lips and his black hardness. Still though she continued to suck and swallow in a hungry desire to draw every last drop of him from his quivering egg sack.

Even after the last thick string of his ejaculation had joined that already in her stomach she continued to suck lovingly while hoping for still more. She continued to do so until with a mirthless chuckle of what a cock hungry slut she was he both pushed against her forehead and jerked his cock from between her tightly clinging lips. As his dark salvia coated appendage pulled from her mouth she was surprised to see that unlike her husbands cock Kareem's was still rigid. Reaching out she both stroked his salvia coated cock and rolled her small hand over and around its spongy head. Not even his mocking laughter that she couldn't get enough of his cock stilled her hand and when he directed her to her feet she almost leaped from her chair.

Standing on her tip toes she both raised her face toward his and closed her eyes in anticipation of his kissing her. For a moment he looked at her hardly believing how easily she had succumbed to him, then grabbing the loose folds of her dress he yanked it from her and carelessly tossed it aside. The suddenness and savagery of his actions stunned her. But that was as nothing compared to the fright she felt as he twisted her about and pushed her face down over her desk. Mocking laughter that he didn't kiss no slut what sucked his black dick and drank his cum turned her face red. Yet despite her shame and the heart thumping fear encompassing her she readily obeyed his gravely command to spread her legs.

A shiver of arousal such as she had never before felt surged through her as his hand moved between her legs and his thick fingers teased at what no black man ever had. A sobbing moan welled in her heaving chest as obedient to his touch and harshly spoken command her feet both shuffled backwards and spread wider apart. His boastful taunt of how much he was going to enjoy fucking her burned her ears and seared into her brain. Instead of his words shaming her though as they rightly should have they instead had the opposite effect. Thoughts of her husband flicked through her addled mind but then were quickly extinguished as first one and then another thick dark finger pushed into the leaking faucet between her legs.

Spasmodic shivers of pleasure racked her petite white body as her hips ground back to met the thick fingers delving into her. Then suddenly the pleasure giving fingers were pulled from her. Her wail of unrealized fulfillment was like that of a tortured soul but then she felt something bigger and harder running teasingly over her fluttering pussy lips. As he guided his torrid hardness to the moist slit between her legs then pushed just its tip into her she tried to squirm away. But his tight hold on her waist prevented her from accomplishing that which she sought to do. For long minutes he simply stood there with his monstrous blackness buried in the seething bubbling cauldron between her shaky legs relishing the moment of conquest. Then with a touch of sadistic glee along with a tightening of his buttocks and a rotating of his hips he sent another inch of his tumultuous blue black hardness into her.

Whimpering pleas that he was to big, that he would ruin her bubbled from her trembling lips only to be drowned by contemptuous laughter. "Dat's right slut, dat's right. I's going to ruin you. After dat pussy of yourn has a taste of my black baby maker it ain't ever going to be wanting a little bitty white thing like your ol' mans again. All dat snatch going to be wanting, all it going to be finding pleasure from is nigga cock." As the last rumbled from his raspy throat his hips jerked yet again sending another inch of blackness into the tight clinging confines of her cunt.

Again, at least to all outward appearances, he remained motionless behind her. But it was a whole different story inside her. Like a living entity his monstrous dark cock pulsed and throbbed sending spikes of never before realized pleasure rippling through her. Her slim petite body quivered and shook with each spike and raspy lust filled moans as well as drool slipped from her slack cum encrusted lips. Unwittingly she again tried to push back to met him but just as before his tight hold on her slim waist prevented her from doing so.

"Does Mrs. Reynolds be wanting dis ol' nigga to shove his powerful black cock in her tight white cunt and breed her? Is dat what you be wanting Mrs. Reynolds? Well is it slut?" But instead of the bubbling supplication he expected her only response was soulful moans. For a second he thought of again taunting her but then another thought flashed through his brain. With agonizing slowness he withdrew three then four inches of his dark hardness until all but the cauliflower shaped head remained between her splayed lips. Then with a twisting and grinding of his loins he lunged forward sinking not only that which he had withdrawn but another two inches as well.

For several ragged breaths silence filled the empty room as her body convulsed and brilliant flares exploded in her brain in response to the unprecedented depth to which he had penetrated her. Then like the ringing of fine crystal to his ears her sobbing plea for him to fuck her, to shove his black cock into her reverberated from the walls of the classroom. In answer to her stuttering repeated pleas his hips again jerked sending yet another inch between her moist splayed lips.

With an agonizingly slow grinding of his hips he set a pace that nearly fifty years of experience had taught him was sure to prolong his pleasure. Fleeting images of his other conquest of white women flashed before him as he stared down at the nearly seven inches of dark cock sawing in and out of her. God but she was tight. Tighter then any of those other white bitches he'd fucked. Not only was she tighter she was a hell of a sight better looking then any of those other cunt's. Two more inches. Just two more inches and Mrs. Reynolds would be his whenever he wanted her.

Reaching out he pushed his thick fingers into her strawberry blond hair lifting her face from her desk. Like a cowboy yanking back on the reins of a run away horse he forced her head up and back. Then with a last powerful thrust he drove his pelvis forward not stopping till every last centimeter of his blood engorged nine inch blue black cock was sheathed in her tight cunt. Labored grunts of fuck that black cock you nasty white slut spilled from his thick lips as again and again and yet again his pelvis smacked into her upturned jiggling buttocks. Gasped whimpers of ohhhh Godddd big sooo bigggg not only heightened his arousal but intensified his desire to completely and totally dominate her.

Never, not even in her wildest childhood fantasies had she ever imagined being filled such as she was now. The fullness, the pain that encompassed her very being as time and again and ever faster the old negro drove into her was both excruciating and yet mind numbingly pleasurable. Sobbing soulful pleas for the negro to fuck her, for him to make her his slut bubbled from her lips as she masochistically impaled herself on his lead pipe hard black cock.

The mad thumping of her heart, the blood roaring through her veins was so loud it felt as if her very flesh was pulsating with their sound. Flickering thoughts of her husband surfaced even as she continued to push back at the monstrous dark cock driving repeatedly and powerfully into her. Why hadn't Dale ever made her feel like this? Why, why, why. But as quickly as the question had wormed through her passion fogged mind a mocking sultry voice answered. Because he's got a skinny little white mans dick.

As if to deny the filthy vision that threatened to consume her she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But there was no blocking out the mind altering feel of the old negro's cock jackhammering into her or the kaleidoscope of pictures flooding her brain. It was as if he could read her mind for no sooner had the sordid images of not only his but hundreds of other black cocks fucking her come to her then faintly and as if from a great distance she heard the negro's gleeful snicker you likes nigger cock fucking you doesn't you Mrs. Reynolds.

She tried to answer but rational speech was beyond her capability. Instead she answered in the only way she could. Gasping sobs and choked grunts escaped her trembling lips as the pleasure center of her mind repeatedly flared like exploding novas. But the wanton pleasure washing through her was as nothing to that which enveloped her when with a last savage grinding thrust of his hips his cock swelled and began twitching as if it were a demented snake. Then like lava spewing from a volcano his thick globular cum shot from the head of his cock and flooded her insides.

As if in the throes of an epileptic fit her body convulsed and her mind melted as together with his her own climax engulfed her. An ear shattering scream of pure animal lust burst from her chest as with the last of her strength she pushed back against him. A minute, an hour, a lifetime later she collapsed wearily atop her desk but still the clinging tight walls of her vagina refused to let him go. Like the fingers of a farmer massaging the teat of his prize milk cow the muscles of her vulva caressed and stroked his cock in an effort to draw every last drop of his thick warm spunk. Her only answer to his repeated taunts was incomprehensible grunts

For immeasurable minutes they stayed thus then together with slapping a still quiver ass cheek he pulled from her. Through the tidal surge of blood rushing through her veins she dimly heard his jovial command and obediently, albeit slowly, she rolled from her desk and slipped to her knees. As her tongue flicked out then her lips closed about his semi limp dark cock cleaning it of their combined juices she could only mutter incomprehensibly to his taunts. "Is you my slut Mrs. Reynolds? Is you my white fuck toy to pleasure myself with whenever and however I's a mind to."

For several minutes he looked down at her with a shit eating grin on his face as she slavishly washed his cock and balls with lips and tongue. Yes, Mrs. Reynolds would serve him well of that he was sure. Then with little regard as to her feelings or what she might think he both pushed against her forehead and pulled his cock from her hungrily sucking mouth. That his actions caused her to fall awkwardly back against her desk he cared little. She was his slut. His black cock loving white trash cum slut to do with as he pleased.

"Tomorrow come lunch time Mrs. Reynolds I specs you to pay me a visit in dah boiler room, so don't disappoint me you hear me slut. Make sure you be wearing some pretty little panties stead dem old white cotton things like you wore today though. Course just like des here today I'll be keeping whatever you wear as a souvenir, so if'n you'd rather just go without panties altogether den dat be fine with me. Make it easier for dis nigga to get at your black cock loving snatch, and dat is what you be wanting isn't it slut?" Pulling up his pants he turned and retrieved his cleaning cart. Then with a self assurance and arrogance he hadn't felt in a long time he walked from the classroom without looking back.


- The End - [Maybe]

Mrs.Arstic My First Time, Her First Ten Inch Cock.

shimtr on Teen Stories

I was stuck in my 5th hour class with my most hated but loved teacher Mrs.Arstic she taught my toughest course and was a bitch about it. But she was hot not just everyday highschool whore hot. She had a tight atheltic body with a great round ass and the perfect tits to match not to big not to small. My 10 inch cock twitched everytime she walked past. Though it was a well known fact that I was packing a 10 incher I was still a virgin. I was waiting for the right girl the one who knew what the hell she was doing. Not like the hundreds of highshool whores that chased me around and didn't know a blowjob from a picnic. I snapped out of my day dream when Mrs.Arstic walked past my cock raised a small bit but my basketball shorts didn't hide much. Mrs.Arstic stared at my cock's o

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utline for a minute mouth hanging open then quickly turned away and shuffled off to her desk.                                                                                   

    Not ten minutes later the finale bell rang and I started to rise carefull to hide my slightly erect cock. Then Mrs.Arstic's velvet voice said. "Tyler you'll be staying after for a while". I froze what had I done? Was it my grade? Panicing I sat back down at my desk. Minute ticked buy and I stoped hearing kids rushing in the halways to leave. It was silence just me and Mrs.Arstic. I sat in my desk for another hour and a half of heart pounding fear till Mr.Arnburn our janitor steped in and said "Locking up Catiy you leaving?" to which she replied "No I'll be staying a little after today I'll lock up" Mr.Arnburn nodded and steped out shutting out the lights in the hallway as he went.                                           

         Mrs.Arstic got up shut the door and with a soft click locked it and pulled down the shades. She breathed out a sigh of relief "Thank god I thought he'd never leave, Don't worry your not in trouble I just wanted to see if these rumours I heard floating around were actually true." I stumbled "...Excuse me?..What rumours" She said" Oh.. I think you know which ones" She walked twoards me and said "stand up" I stood facing her my cock still straining a little bit against the shorts but I hoped it was to dark to notice. Then in one quick movement she pulled down my shorts and boxers leaving my cock hanging down. "Oh my, So they are true. It is big well lets see how big it can get" Now I finally understood what was going on and my cock raised in expectation, my fantasy was coming true. She slowly pulled the turtleneck over her head, exposing a lacy red bra straining against the pressure of the perfect tits below. My cock extended a bit more and raised up and inch or so. Then with a shiver she unhooked the front hooks of her bra and exposed the tits I'd dreamed of for two years. They were perfect, they were tan, big, and perky they didn't sag like so many girls did when the bra came off. She walked over to her desk and using a key from her ring unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out a big bottle of wet and wild lube. That did it my cock jumped up to its full height. "My My the rumours didn't exaggerate well lets make this big boy cum." She leanded over grabed the middle of my cock with one hand and slowly parted her lips with my dick.              

        It was everything I imagined it to be the gently swirling of her tounge and the agressive movement of her head made for a perfect symphony that nearly made me cum right there. She stopped for a moment then pushed my cock slowly into the back of her mouth deep down she took almost 7 inches of it before she gagged and coughed. "Well lets just save that load for a little later" she said with a wink and started getting dressed. "Meet me at the Hyatt at 9 don't be late." and with that she was gone. Leaving me with a room key and and load of cum unsprung.                                                                                      ==============Segment Two the hotel===============        I pulled up to my local "love shop" and walked in, I went for the condoms first found a section for the "larger gentlmen" And got and assourtment of colors and textures. Next I picked up a half gallon of warming "love goo" and headed for the hyatt.                                                                                          I reached room 687 "A Suite" nocked and from within I heard a soft "Come in" over the shower. I pushed the door in and walked for the second bathroom to prepare. I rolled on a large blue condom put my boxers back on which didn't help much because about 4 inches of cock stuck above the waistband, It looked like I was strangling a smirf. A little while later Mrs.Arstic walked in soaking wet and completly naked. She striped down my boxers and laughed. "Silly boy you won't be needing this" and she tore off the condom and whiped it across the room. "but" I stammered "Trust me, I'm on the pill I can't get knocked up. Live a little, Now your going to have to warm me up a little seeing as that badboy won't fit straight away." She guided my head into a position between her legs, The sight of her wet pussy nearly made me cum. It was like a 14 year old girls little cunnie no lip just a slit between the legs and covered in juices. She guided my head in closer and coached me on how to use my tounge and where to find her clit. My toung split the lips of her pussy and slid all the way up till I found the hard lump that was her clit and I started swirling my tounge around to the tune of her instuructions soon she was moaning and arching her back up begging for more. Her juices were really pumping now my entire face was covered in sweet sweet pussy goo. "Stop..Stop" she said with a strain "You don't want me to cum yet." I sat back up on my knees and she spread her legs out a bit "its time she said" She grabbed the lube and put the whole damn top of the bottle in elevated her pussy up and filled it to the brim. Brining her pussy down and letting the extra spill out all over the bed. I couldn't stand it I needed pussy now. I spread a bit of goo on my cock and spread her legs.                            My tip seperated her lips slowly and I guided it on in farther, slowly I pushed in deeper she moaned in pain a bit but soon her pussy stretched to allow my cock. I could see the outline of my cock on the top of her abdomine stretching her skin. I pushed all ten inches in all the way to my balls and I started pumping in and out. The sweet velvet folds of her pussy felt tight and warm against my throbing cock I started to feel my balls tingle. " Quic rub my clit I want us to cum at the same time." above my throbing cock I found the little hard nub of her clit and rub that to. I couln't hold it any longer I burst for the first time. "theres so much cum." she said in a strained tone. I could tell she was close to. I pulled out and rubbed at her clit vigeroulsy till she gave one last loud scream that surely woke the nieghbors. My cum and hers mixed and spewed out from her contracting pussy all over the bed. covering both of us in a sweet sticky mess. We lay panting next to each other on the bed covered in each others goo and loving it.                                                                            she whispered to me, "next is my ass" 

 Please keep a watch out for part three of the story                                                                                                                                                                                          

Six Ways to Sunday Chp. 1

writermike on Animal Stories

        6 Ways to Sunday

                             Chp. 1 The Return                  

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style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in">Steve and I arrived, at our friends’ house, in the late morning. The boat trip is always long; today it was hot, muggy, and windless. The drone of the engine was mesmerizing. Between the hot sun and the drone of the engine it was easy to drift back to the mad rushing of this morning and last night as we put the trip together. It has been so long since we have gotten together. Three years, more or less, the time just slipped away. Our jobs have gotten in the way of the visits. Their moving onto Joyce’s island after her surprise retirement, four years ago made it even harder. Here I am at last, on an extended vacation most likely terminal leave, the time ‘perfect.’ I could spend some quality time with my closest friend.

 

I really looked forward to our shared vacations, with Joyce and John, and missed them the last few years. This is the first time on their delightful private offshore island. Till now I had only seen pictures; and listened to her talk about her hide-a-way and how they both worked at remodeling the original building and adding another building of equal size then tying them together with a wrap around covered deck, and then adding modern conveniences.

 

Joyce is a gorgeous lady in every way. A large woman in her forties, not fat, just big boned, pleasingly plump, and tall. She has a full head of raven black hair, with some strands of gray mixed about. She has a plump face and lips to match, accented by her full eyebrows, large dark brown eyes, and always smiling. Her skin was lightly dark and creamy, clad as usual in a nice, but plane one tone button-down the front mid-length dress and boots not shoes.  Joyce hated shaving, and stopped since she went into semi-retirement. Joyce is an all-natural; energetic, graceful, always smiling warmly woman that always remains calm when everyone else has lost it. I’ve never seen her down in the dumps. She is always ready to help those who are find their way out.

 

Ever since I’ve known Joyce when not at work she always has projects going in the kitchen, house, and the yard. She is very talented in artful and practical ways, loves to be busy, and independent. She always sets a side quiet time as well as time for friendship. I marvel at how much life Joyce has, so animated, intuitive, ready to get involved, and contribute. I was so surprised when she announced her retirement. I was sure she would work at the hospital and her clinic until she dropped or they dragged her off. She was devoted to her clients. Many of them literally brought back to sanity from madness myself included.  

 

John was off somewhere doing chores when we arrived. A huge rough mountain man; with red beard and hair to match every feature from his nose to his toes is over sized and over whelming. He talks with a deep bellowing voice. He looks like he sports a size 13EEE. He is intimidating, threatening until you get to know him, then he is just a big jolly teddy bear. Always wears faded Levi’s, shirts and blue jeans, scuffed boots, and a dirty hat. Good at everything he works at especially, working with wood or rockeries. By looking you couldn’t tell he was an electrical engineering consultant.

 

Joyce was accompanied with Casey the family dog of long standing, and a new pet, ‘Jake.’ A giant horse of a dog greeted us at the dock. The welcome was warm, filled with hugs, and kisses. We both acted like giggling schoolgirls screaming oohs and aahs between kisses. The rowdy accompaniment, from Jake and Casey, the island mascots, made the riotous greeting even louder.

 

Jake a gigantic Great Dane and Saint Bernard mix, a perfect match for John, and a sweet ‘hinz 57’ long hair Labrador type mix named Casey. Joyce shooing them away was pointless they stayed close out of curiosity biting and pawing at each other playfully. She invited us into her home, a big but warm and cozy looking Cape Cod, type home. The two of them barking and biting at each other playfully as the three of us toted the baggage from the dock to the house.

 

“Come on in, Steve, Alice I’ll fix some cool drinks.” Joyce tempted.

 

“We’ll have sodas,” I said, “Steve has had a few too many on the way across.”

 

We sat and chatted, about the boat ride, the drive, and the weather, for a half-hour or so. It was hard not making some kind of comment about Steve’s drinking on the boat. Joyce offered to find John just in time, and then her timing has always been perfect. Steve wanted to go with her. I declined; offering to get things put away, and settled in. I ‘really’ wanted a shower, a chance to lie down, rest my eyes, and relax some. I was cramping a little from my period, feeling edgy, puffy, and tired.

 

The island was big; full of trees, trails, and hills, all sorts of wonderful hiding places, they would be gone a long time. I waved goodbye to them, and headed, to the guestroom with our bags. I set the bags in the corner, stripped off my clothes, and eagerly climbed into the shower. The shower was wonderful; I made the water really hot, and stayed in a long time, letting the hot water wash away my aches, pains, and sweat. I love the feeling of tiny little hot fingers stinging yet caressing my body washing any and all stresses. I love the feeling I get from the rough, soap filled washcloth, when I’m scrubbing, messaging and caressing. There is nothing like, the squeaky clean feeling, gotten only by scrubbing with hot soapy water.

 

Enough; I finally felt relaxed after being blasted by their water pressure, followed by a brisk rub down, with one of Joyce's luxurious towels. I was in the mood for more than a nap, though a nap would do quite nicely. I lay down on the king-sized bed, and began caressing my face, breasts, feeling my achy stomach. I slid my hands between my parted legs I lifted them and felt my thighs. I began fingering my swollen achy opening and caressing my vulva and anus I love caressing every part of my own body, especially after a shower. I loved getting myself off, and I did often.

 

I love other people touching me as long as they make it feel good. I liked large rough hands, like Steve, or John’s all over my body. I love my girlfriends’ hands on me caressing me in a way only a woman would know. Joyce is my best girlfriend, and I long to feel her caressing me again. The aching edginess gave way to warmth as I began remembering, the many nights we spent satisfying each other. I love Joyce and I know she loves me. We both understood that as good as we were for each other we needed to have steady men in our lives that we could love as well.

 

Steve is my best boyfriend; I love him, even if he drinks too much and isn’t very attentive. A shiver of delight ran through my body, as I began thinking of Steve, and the other night. ‘My God!’ we had some really hot sex after that porn movie I got at the video store. There was some serious sucking, fucking, licking, and eating. Steve kept his self from cumming for a long time, waiting until I was finished with one of my orgasms, so I could feel him release, he even saved another hot lode for my anus, that time, he hasn’t done that for a while. My, he ‘is!’ good in bed some times when he wants to be.

 

 I am just sorry I have to be the one, to initiate every time. I half to get the videos, set the mood and do the seducing. More and more lately he seemed intent on doing “his thing,” and letting me fend for, myself. Even “his thing,” is pretty good, when he tries. Though I love him dearly it would still be nice for him to show he wanted it by starting the love play more often. Enough of that, my periods always make me whiney grouchy, and horny. I am in the mood for some sex, but half to wait; Steve won’t be back, for a long time. So a nap would do, or maybe, I’ll just get myself off before I sack out. “I’ll blame it on my period,” I said out loud.

 

I got up to go pee again, and added an extra liner to my panties (incase). I went back to bed, and found it occupied by Casey, a quick jerk, of her collar convinced her I wanted it all. She rested her head on the bed whined and wondered off. I was away in another world oblivious to everything. My legs were fanned wide-open, bent at the knees a little, to put tilt to my hips. My fingers and hands were caressing every contour exploring every fold of my genitalia. As I began twiddling, my little button of a clitoris with my thumb and index finger, my eyes closed and I began yearning for sexual release. I used my forefinger ring and little fingers to play with the little folds of my labia and vulva, brushing lightly over my thin blond hairs. With my left hand I fondled my right breast and twiddling my nipple, (heaven was opening), I felt some sweet cream glazing my labia.

 

I have a deliciously desirable body, and I love it dearly, and I know Steve loves it to. It is nice to know that after having had two kids, (grown and gone) been married twice and almost into the dreaded forties, I was still a desirable hot-blooded woman. I like having other men, and women flirt and chase after me, it made me wet just thinking of it. One of the guys at work, popped into my head, a dippy sort he was always telling me how beautiful I am. I thought it was just a line; he was just teasing me trying to seduce me, I finally became convinced he really was in love with me, (in a child like way). I had to explain that I was married, and happy, that he should find someone else. He said he could tell I was happy, that he just wanted to be around me, would take only what I felt good about giving, and assured me he would never cause trouble with my husband. I gave him a hug and said, “Only play acting.” So I flirted with him a few times, and fantasized about more (I kept that to myself).

 

Except for Joyce, I have been faithful to Steve. Joyce and I share a very special love. Neither of us wanted to be outed for professional reasons. We laughed often saying that, “if one of us had a penis we would be married”.  We think alike, as much as; we love each other; we are not true lesbians, because we both like a ‘dick!’ a real dick inside our vaginas, our rectums, and/or in our mouths. When it comes to penetration, we’ve never liked strap-ons or dildos just tongues, dicks and fingers, and ‘God!’ Joyce knew exactly how to get me off.

 

I feel good about myself and treat myself, accordingly. All these things were flashing through my mind as I fondled my body, gradually softening, in my hands. I approached that wonderful pinnacle I longed for. I pulled my panties down a bit so I could slide my hand around easier. My God I loved to orgasm to feel the tension build, the muscles squeeze, and then release, with juices flowing. I would gradually approach, then back away, (I loved teasing myself), Steve, Joyce, that guy from work, nameless, and faceless others, from a long line of playmates kept entering my head.

 

The guy from work was staying for some reason. I think it is because he really likes me, and wants to please me, or I am tempted by him, or that he writes porn stories, for me to read, (some weren't bad either) because I told him I loved to read and watch porn. He had an animal fetish, as several were about animals fucking women mostly, a few about women on women, and men and woman, a couple were about men and sheep. It was easy to tell he didn’t have a lot of experience at sex, still some of them were fun reading.  In his stories, about women, ‘I…!’ Was always the ‘leading!’ lady, ‘great’? He never ended them; he said he wanted me to end them.

 

I read the ones that caught my attention; they were stirring in a licentious way. I caught myself reading some over, because they made me ‘hot!’ I wondered what it would be like, to have some smelly hairy beast drooling, grunting, and humping; fighting between them selves to see who was going to be the first to mate, and feeling them stuffing their dicks wherever they could. Driven by the raw urge to mate, being scratched and bitten, (repulsive) but still I wanted to feel what it would really be like. The animals, I’ve seen mating were always so sweated, desperate, out of control, frenzied. It’s hard to imagine such a violent act feeling good even to their mates. Primates were the only ones that looked like they liked it. I’ve gotten very hot fantasizing being mounted by a gorilla.   

 

I love sex, (I‘ve had more than my share), it is the orgasm, that does it, felling my juice flow, my muscles squeezing, and my skin sweating. Some times my climaxes are explosive, and the juices would gush. I love to feel the tension mount then release in roiling waves and the feeling of being totally spent after orgasm, together make me feel so alive tingly all over and ready to sleep some times and others wildly awake.

 

I love having sex with other women; they kiss, and fondle better than men do, they are more intuitive. There’s more going on with a woman when she comes, their whole body is consumed, her passions fire burns hotter, and always more juice to drink. A woman is always more grateful for her climax. Other women have coaxed me to orgasm, but I need a ‘dick!’ for a good climax. Except for Joyce she can make me cum and cum explosively hard, hot, and wet.

 

I like getting a guy's rocks off, and feel his dick flexing inside my mouth, pussy, or anus during and after climax. I hate rubbers they ruin it totally. I love the taste and smell of semen, the squirts of hot cum inside. To feel sperm spill out of my pussy, or mouth, or slide down my throat when I swallow it. I love to feel my cum ooze out, coating my anus, or lathering a man’s face. To feel it sliding down his cheeks or squeeze out around his dick and pool on his belly. To know my juices were mixing with his inside me, I get so wet when sex is good.

 

 I like giving pleasure, and as long as my lover tries to do the same for me; I would go after them again. I love Steve; I like getting his cum in my mouth, in me or on me. I ‘do!’ want to give him pleasure, but then I really ‘Love…!’ Steve.

 

A loud crash echoed through the room. It triggered a small climax. “Ooohh…! God that felt…! Good,” I moaned. I peeled my panties off as my cum had pooled inside pasting them to my fanny. I lay there a moment before realizing; I really had heard a noise. I was so absorbed in fingering myself, I wasn’t sure. I raised my head, and saw Casey sprawled on the floor struggling to her feet. She scrambled up, and tried again to leap onto the bed, apparently her original goal, but the throw rug foiled her jump.

 

“Oh, all right, you mutt, get up here,” I said as I helped her up. “There is enough room for two ladies, just don’t crowd, Ok?” It was too warm for covers, so I lay back down, intending to take a catnap. My mind slowly wandered, back to some of my fun sexual exploits, a common daydream. Some were really a gas. I remember once, this guy, not so good looking, but he was big, blond, had a great build, and young. He had a nice dick; lots of precum would drip when he got excited. I remember him being so nervous it was funny, we were kissing, the first night, when I put my hand inside his pants, he was soaking with his thick viscous fluid and when I squeezed, more juice oozed between my fingers from the head on that ridged shaft.

 

The first time I let him touch my pussy with his cock he literally exploded, shooting hot sperm, in think long ropy globs, all over my legs, my stomach; he even hit me in the face with some of it. He apologized, over and over, for squirting sperm all over me he looked like he was about to cry.

 

I remember, rubbing his face in it, and on my pussy, holding him and moving his face here and there, until I had smeared it all over me. Then I pushed his face into my pussy again, making him eat me till his face was lathered with my own cum. His tongue was all slobbery, soft, and ‘Ssooo…! Goood…!’ especially, when he slapped my, clitoris, and wiggled it in my vagina making ‘my cum’ gush and splash on his face. He wasn’t much at sex we tried a few times, he was to quick to cum, but he was great at performing with his mouth and tongue.

 

       The image of this guy was so vivid. I could feel him doing it to me in my daydream. It was so real I reached down to sort of, guide his mouth toward my clitoris, and was startled to find Casey’s tongue there. I screamed, “My…! God…!” and jumped up, throwing that damned dog off of the bed. It was gross; I was grossed out, I started to gag, I actually had a dog, licking my pussy. Now, I ‘really…!’ did need shower. I stopped (froze), and thought for a bit sickened as I was; I realized I was losing my cookies in flows and Casey’s face was soaked. I my thighs were soaked and a pool had formed on the spread, my pussy muscles were flexing my knees were weak. I was delirious with desire. I knew dogs were attracted to blood, and other fluids. Here I am in ‘Heat…!’ myself, I did want help and Casey was attracted to me. I thought about it. “It sure felt ‘good…!’ I’m no prude I’ve been with girls, no one would know. Why not! I ‘Am!’ really hot ‘Now…!’ and ‘we are here…!’”

 

I looked at Casey while I toyed with my wet swollen vaginal opening, and patting my labia and asked licentiously, looking at Casey watching her lick her chops, “Is this what you want old girl to eat a little pussy?” I petted her head and scratched her ears,  “Casey girl get back up here.” I cooed coyly, “Good! Girl! You want to take care of old auntie Alice?” I coaxed her back up on the bed and lay back down. Casey found her way back to my pussy, and started licking as though she was starving.

 

 Actually I didn’t know if it was my vaginal juices, from masturbating or what that attracted her who cares. She pushed her cold nose right on my little clitoris causing my muscles convulse, the rapid licking was causing shudders to wash over me, her warm, rough, wet tongue slithered in, out, up, and around vaginal opening. I was becoming very aroused as that rough wet tongue scraped across genitalia. Hot blood was engorging my vaginal lining, my clitoris, and labia were being electrified.

 

Her tongue would slide across my clitoris causing, shock waves to roll through me, and more juices to flow. I started moaning loudly, rhythmically undulating my hips on the bed. Casey raised and lowered her head keeping her nose and tongue right on my swollen vaginal opening, aggressively licking up as much of the juices as she could.

The faster my juices ran out, the faster Casey worked her tongue. I could feel my vagina dilating wider letting Casey’s rough tongue slide in deeper, I began pistonning my feet to the sky. She was sticking her long rough tongue right into me pulling it out; and sliding the full length of it across my clitoris. With each lick my pussy quivered my abs convulsed I thought my insides were going to squirt out all over. “Oohh…! God Oohh! God Go… Go…!” I gasped. I let her work on my pussy, and clitoris. I was in heaven. No one had ever done this to me. Her tongue was so long; it felt like it went all the way up and into my cervix sucking on it. I was so wet Casey’s tongue made slurping sounds when it slapped my labia. God, it was great. I squeezed my eyes shut, as I was getting closer to climaxing. I shook, panted, and squealed with each lick. With a gasp I pushed my hips to the sky, strained, griped the covers and climaxed as a gushing torrent splashed across Casey’s face causing her to reel back briefly. I moaned loudly,  “Uuuhah…! Pheew…!” I lay there and twitched to Casey’s licks for what seemed like forever. I could have continued for hours, except for a sudden loud crash bang, and with a bounce Casey was gone.

 

I am not sure about Casey, but I was in heaven. Up the erotic hill, I ran and then over the top. My muscles still ached they pulsed with a lustful urgency, my sweet cream was still flowing. I wanted Casey back to finish what she started. I knew I was not able, to satisfy my needs. Panic began to rake across my body, as looked up to see what happened. It was Jake; he had loudly burst into the room, and just like Casey he slipped on the throw rug, rolling all the way over on his back. I gasped when I saw his red dick poking out from his sheath, as he flailed about on his back. In a flash he was, back on his feet, lumbering onto the bed straddling me with all fours. Like a puppy he was trying to see what all the excitement was about.

 

Jake started giving me slobbery doggy kisses all over my face. I could feel his essence dripping out of his penis splattering on my naked body as it flailed about. His large paws had me trapped. He started licking the drops from my belly. I started to roll over to get up, but he put his large paw on my shoulder holding me to the bed. He started licking my nipples, neck ears, and again the face. I was getting slobbery kisses all over.

 

I was beginning to panic, I struggled broke free and started to rise and crawl away Jake grabbed a mouth full of hair tugged, I lost my balance, and fell against his side. Now he had his front leg holding my thigh to the bed, and rear leg holding my shoulder down, pinning me down while he was fervently licking my thighs and stomach. I was really trembling; my head was against the wall. I looked up and saw his large red cock dangling above my face his scent dripping rapidly onto my face and hair; I was being soaked.

 

Now I was in a full-fledged panic. I was crying, and my flailing seemed to fuel his attack. Now we were face to face again, and he was licking my arms, breasts, and face. His scent was spewing onto me soaking me. I started begging between sobs, “Oh stop god please stop!” I could feel the squirts splashing on my belly, rolling down my sides and the dribbles on my pussy running between my legs, down my pussy lips, and across my anus. I was looking at his giant cock and became very weak I didn’t want to struggle any longer; I could hardly breath, my heart was pounding so hard, and the throbbing in my ears was deafening.

 

Just as I thought I was going to pass out, stillness washed over me warming me. I looked again the fear turned into hunger. Licentiously I marveled this was the biggest dick I had ever seen, and ‘God! Do I Want…! it’ inside me.

 

Jake sensed this and took his paws off started licking his way down to my breasts, and nipples. His rough tongue stretched my nipples his sharp teeth brushed across them making them so hard I thought they were going to explode. Jake slithered his tongue down my stomach and sides, back to my belly and bellybutton and down to my genitalia and thighs. Jake was washing my whole body with his tongue.

 

My legs fanned wide I rolled my buttocks into his face in a spontaneous reflex as his tongue slathered across my labia. I looked up and saw his huge dripping wet red cock dangling over my face. A lump formed in my throat. I was both frightened and intoxicated, I had never been face to face (as it were) to a dick this big, and getting bigger, I knew it was going to hurt but I wanted it in me. It was going to be the first time having a dick big enough to hurt. 

 

My panic gone I could breathe again, think, and feel. I was being given a tongue bath by a dog and I liked it. I was, being seduced by this gigantic dog, lumbering over me intent on having his way. I wasn’t sure I was ready, for ‘that dick’. I looked at it again, and fear flooded in. I tried to get up to leave again, and Jake quickly put his hind paw on my shoulder to holding me in place. He pushed his nose right into my hairs I felt his hot breath blow across my labia and through hairs as he sniffed and snorted. He was licking from my belly button, to my inner thighs, up to my knees, and back. Taking long, slithery, wet licks (again and again) with that rough tongue.

 

I realized; I was about to be fucked by an animal, a giant dog, and I wanted it. Jake was moving his wonderful tongue to my pussy, my thighs, my fanny, all over my belly. When he ran his tongue across my arm-pit I squealed like a little girl and his breath was so hot as it gusted across my skin when he sniffed and snorted at my sweated skin. I was close to cumming my thick sweet juice was flowing so fast that Jake’s licks sounded like slurps, it ran down my anus and pooled under my fanny.

 

His dick loomed over my face I could see it had become ridged, and dripping. Something came over me I wanted to taste it. I reached up with my mouth gaping and closed on it, a gush flushed out gagging me. Jake spun around to my face his face was glazed with my sweet cream. It dangled from his fleshy jowls. I could feel my own lust churning deep in my gut. I didn't care who saw us. I was being swept away, in a lustful rapture.

 

 It didn't take long for Jake to see I was his; he took his paw off taking a wider stance; and started frantically licking me all over, jumping back and forth like a child in a toy store. He would give several licks to my pussy, and several to my face and sides slithering from corner to corner head to toe. His dick was sticking out farther and was much bigger. I could clearly see a big knot inside his sheath. He was spraying his scent all over the bed, and me. My juices too were free flowing, and my vagina was dilated. Jake was starting to focus on it, taking longer and deeper licks. The soft pliant skin of my labia clung to the rough textured tongue as it swept across stretching them.

 

I heard a moan from deep inside him as his licking quickened. I became so wet it sounded like Jake’s tongue was slurping, and sloshing in a bowl as it swept across my swollen vaginal opening. It felt like he was sucking my guts out through my pussy with each swish.

 

I ached from my neck to my feet. I was having rectal spasms. My gag reflex was being triggered. I had piss squirting all over the bed as I squirmed, writhing from passion’s pain. I thought I was going to have a coronary, my heart pounded so fast and hard. I’ve never been so aroused. Jake was slithering his wonderful tongue up my stomach back to my face. Again we were face to face, and I was straddled, and ‘My…! God…!’ I was thrilled, intoxicated. I raised my hands to hug him and squeeze him. My mouth opened as I gasped for a breath, Jake’s tongue snaked into the back of my throat. I coughed and gagged, out it popped, and down to my breast he went, with his slobbery rough tongue licking, over and over my hard nipples covering breasts it sent an ache deep into my chest. His essence was dripping rapidly right on my hairs, running down my labia, and across my anus, and mixing with my own juices and all pooling beneath my fanny.

 

Jake looked up, and right into my eyes, and started to lick my mouth. “My God!” I thought; He was kissing me on the lips. I opened my mouth, and in slithered Jake’s tongue, again taking a long deep slide in. Again I gagged and back out onto my face, long enough to give me a chance to breathe, and back in and down even deeper and stayed in longer. I felt his sharp teeth slide down my cheeks; I felt his tongue undulating in the back of my throat. “Oh God!” I was being French kissed deliberately and skillfully by a dog my god a dog.

 

Jake seduced my passions, he was no longer an animal and I was no longer a human, together we were ‘burning passion.’ He pushed his nose against to my swollen pussy, my legs splayed wide instantly in an uncontrolled reflex giving him unobstructed access to my genitalia. I could feel my vagina dilating and quivering as his tongue started snaking across my clitoris, labia, vulva, and anus. My anus was squeezing, and flaring, my heart leapt into my throat and back into my stomach each time he moved his jowls along the inside of my thighs.

 

With each lick my juices would flood, my body would undulate, and the ache would pound deep into my groin. I groaned aloud, “My ‘God…!’ I Want you ‘Inside…!’ Me now…! My god please…!” I was burning inside, with each slithery lick, my vaginal muscles convulsed, and flared. Suddenly I arched gasped and screamed loudly, "Oohh…! God Oohh…! God Uuuhhh phew…!” Urine mixed with cum burst in a torrential gush splashing Jake’s face; he winced and came right back. My vaginal muscles convulsed over and over as I orgasmed, Jake franticly licking as much of my cream as he could, it felt like he was sucking on my cervix with each lick. My orgasm subsided; I lay there breathing rapidly, and deeply. I was still being raked with a raging desire to mate I wanted to cum again, and I wanted that ‘Big’ ‘Hard’ ‘Cock’ inside me. 

 

I knew what I wanted and what I had to do. While Jake towered over me, I rolled over on my stomach, between his legs. I lifted my butt, pushing it into his hot hairy belly, rubbing his belly with my fanny, and waited painfully aching. Jake moved to my side and started working his tongue from my face, arms, to my waste and thighs. While Jake was licking my thighs I looked at his dick, (I gasped) it had gotten bigger. He gave my face a few more licks, and moved around behind me.

 

He pushed my legs with his nose coaxing my legs wider. My genitals were wide open I tilted my hips as he moved in. The convulsions began raging again, as Jake pushed his nose into my anus and started giving long licks with his rough wet tongue to my swollen vaginal opening, he gave it long deep licks. I started groaning, louder and louder with each convulsion I thought I was going to vomit my stomach ached so.

 

I could tell he was about to mount me, like Steve, Jake was slithering his rough wet tongue across my anus, over and over making my whole body quake, my breath gust from my mouth, He moved his tongue along my back up to my ear, my neck. When he first mounted me he had his head on my buttock, and started to hump my hair spraying it and my face with large forceful spurts of his scent. I looked at his dick again it was still huge and ridged. I became frightened again. Jake jumped off and I tried to get away but Jake grabbed a mouth full of hair and pulled my head down pinning it to the bed. He moved along side put his paw on my shoulder, and started licking my ear. My head was spinning so much as he climbed on, I didn’t know up from down, right from left. I only knew I was straddled. I squeezed my eyes shut as Jake started probing with his wet penis, hitting my thighs, around my butt, and bouncing painfully off my clitoris. He was looking for the sweet spot. I could feel him squirting his essence on my legs, my back, and my pussy. I felt it dripping off my pussy, running down my thighs. I could smell him. Oh God! I Could Smell…! Him! How, I wanted him to stuff that huge cock into me and Cum…!

 

The pounding of my heart in my ears was deafening. I could feel his large cock probing all around my open swollen vagina rubbing it on my clitoris. I felt hot spurts hitting my labia and dripping off. With a sudden short thrust his giant cock popped in. I screamed and jerked away Jake jumped back. Jake’s big dick hurt terribly when he entered my vaginal canal, the first time. I quickly repositioned myself so Jake could reenter me.

 

He started slithering his rough wet tongue across my hot wet genitalia. He stretched my labia with each lick. I was fully dilated when Jake remounted, started slowly licking my shoulder and neck. He penetrated my swollen vaginal opening with a quick jab and withdrew, and again entered with a short jab and jerked it out. It really hurt deep inside me; I knew I wasn’t being injured so I didn’t move. I could feel Jake spraying me with his essence on my legs, my back, and my pussy each time he pulled it out, I was being wetted down, it felt so good it was intoxicating.

 

 Jake penetrated me again deeper, this time taking several strokes with it inside me. With a yank he withdrew, and gush of urine surged out of me. Jake’s large cock parted my vaginal opening; over and over each time he went in he went deeper. It hurt less and less each time he penetrated me. It felt as if he were teasing me on purpose, preparing me to be fully penetrated, as if he were a sensitive lover that knew that his cock was much bigger then I was used to.

 

I was pushing my body into his huge, hard, wet cock. His short strokes became deliberate, going in deeper and deeper; he was staying inside me, sliding that huge dick inside. A flood of orgasms began exploding inside; I convulsed and groaned loudly, “Oohh! God! Oowha! God! Oowha! Phew…!” My cum squeezed out around his dick as he pushed it in. My climaxes subsided even though Jake was still rhythmically working his cock inside me.

 

His tender licking was caressing my ears, my face, neck, and my arms. He was taking long slow licks with his rough wet tongue. I felt his hot breath on my face, and ears. His huge dick was throbbing inside me as that monstrous knot pressed firmly against my vulva.

 

I regained my senses and caught my breath. I felt his front legs gripping me tighter his breath quickening. I knew he was going to do all he could do, to shove that monstrous knot deep into me. I knew it would be painful yet I wanted it. I could feel his dick pulsing within me. I could feel his dick knot (outside the sheath), pressing hard against my vulva, and his testicles bouncing on my legs at the end of each thrust.

 

I was awash in sweat, trembling, gasping for every breath. Jake started using his head to hug my shoulder, his legs at my waste, began to grip tighter. As he started working his cock again I heard deep guttural growls. His thrusts quickened becoming more forceful, pounding that huge knot against my opening. The pain was shooting into my gut and down my legs. Harder and faster, came Jake’s thrusts, they became frenzied he was desperate for full penetration. I could feel his dick swell and turn hotter.

 

Jake paused, his powerful thrusts he was panting rapidly as he moved his head closer to mine. I could here him moaning and grunting as he moved about. He tightened his grip with front legs, and moved his back legs closer improving the angle. He was using his whole body to grip me. He deliberately pressed his knot, harder and harder against my swollen vagina, straining to mate.

 

With calculated precision Jake began short powerful jabs, grunting loudly with each one, never releasing the pressure. First two jabs then came four jabs, then a series of hard fast jabs, I orgasmed as I gasped for every breath. Again Jake pause he readjusted rested a few breaths. He flexed and started franticly jabbing, and grunting, forcefully straining to shove that large cock knot deep into me, and complete the mating. 

 

My muscles flared wide as I came again, my juices gushed out around his cock and down my legs. I tilted my hips facing my pussy into his relentless thrusts. I began rocking back and forth rhythmically pushing myself against his powerful thrusting.

 

Jake paused; again he shifted his head closer to mine. I felt his hot breath gusting across my cheek as he hugged both my head and shoulder tightly. He moved his front legs closer to my hips tightening his grip. He started working his large, hard, wet, dick taking long, slow, strokes from the tip his hot cock to the knot never taking his dick out. Jake was grunting and growling loudly, (with his) long rhythmic strokes. I could feel his powerful hairy haunches rubbing my buttocks; I felt his testicles swinging between my thighs while he moved. Oh how hot his skin felt on mine as he went deep inside me, pressing his whole body onto mine.

 

I was getting close to cumming again. My head was spinning, my breathing raced. I was pushing myself into his strokes and onto his hot wet dick in perfect time. I could feel my vagina fully dilated my rectum was flexing, and my mouth was pasty. My juices were welling up, spilling out with each thrust. I could feel them running down my legs and dripping down my belly. 

 

Suddenly Jake made one explosive thrust shoving, (with a loud pop), his monstrous cock knot in past my flexing muscles, raking my body with a terrible, terrible deep pain. For a few seconds I couldn’t breath, the muscles in my pussy spasmed, gripping tightly Jake’s dick behind the knot. I screamed out, “OOUHHCH! OOUHHCH! GOD OOUHHCH!!” I gagged several times, the room got dark, again I screamed out, “OOUUWGHU!”

 

I tried desperately to extricate that massive cock by jerking myself away, Jake would just follow, by stepping in and hump. I tried to stand but his weight was too much. My elbows were too weak to hold me up, and my legs started to quiver. The thrusts, became frenzied, long, fast and deep, they came. Every part of my body ached terribly. I started gasping as the pain shot down my legs and deep into my stomach, a knot formed in my throat, my mouth was glazed with a thick viscous slime. I renewed my efforts to extricate that massive cock by yanking myself away, each time a terrible pain exploded inside. I tried to stand again, this time I toppled to the floor dragging Jake with me. The impact rammed his cock painfully deep inside me. Jake yelped I heaved several times I thought (briefly) that I was injured. I started to panic and scrambled away dragging Jake with me. We were hopelessly locked together. I stopped struggling and just kept my buttock pushed into that giant hard cock it hurt less that way. Jake straddled me grabbed a mouth full of hair, and lifted. He firmly herded me back towards the bed. I clambered up half on half off. I couldn’t catch my breath I was gasping loudly and uncontrollably. Jake just stood there with his huge cock ensconced, not moving just tenderly licking at my face. I let out a series of loud sighs and lay there moaning. I knew Jake was going to start thrusting soon no mater what. I knew now the only way, I could get that dick out of me was to help him cum.

 

Jake kept licking me on my neck, my face, and shoulders down to my sides, and up to my armpits. With each lick my passion returned washing over me in waves. My muscles loosened their ironclad grip. Jake placed his head on top of mine and started to slowly pistonning his dick inside me again.

 

Jake started short slow rhythmic thrusts. I could feel his penis get hotter and pulse. I could feel that huge knot moving inside.  My vagina dilated; the juices welled up, and started running out again as the thrusts continued. I started salivating; I drooled as a knot welled in my throat. My vaginal muscles clenched, and flared. I started tilting my hips up into his haunches. My whole body was electrified.

 

Jake moved his front legs from beside my arms on the bed to my waste pushing them between my legs spreading them wider. I ran my hands down Jake’s powerful legs holding them tightly to me. His strokes quickened becoming longer deeper and deliberate. I strained against them; he was pushing me into the side of the bed with each deep thrust.

 

 My eyes closed as I felt his thrusting become hard and urgent driving his cock deep, bouncing me harder into the side of the bed. I grunted with pleasure, each time he thrust his large hot cock. He started humping with aggressive thrusts pausing a few times to press his whole body onto mine pushing his huge flexing dick all the way in. I could feel his dick knot deep inside my open aching vagina. He pressed his powerful hairy haunches against my buttocks straining to go deeper; his skin was burning hot.

 

          I couldn't get enough air, I started gasping; I felt like I was about to pass out. My stomach started to convulse I was cumming. Huge waves rolled over me I yelled in deep gasps, Oouuuhhha…! Oowha…! over and over I orgasmed, while Jake aggressively thrust his hot hard dick deeper into my dilated vaginal opening.

 

Jake paused, his powerful thrusting, he was panting as fast as I was. He moved his head closer to mine he tightened his grip with his front legs and moved his back legs closer to mine improving the angle. He started his long hard rapid thrusts again, without warning he suddenly exploded, into a frenzy of rapid powerful thrusts. My body strained against his powerful surges I bounced as Jake’s powerful hairy haunches slammed into my buttocks the feeling of his hot hard dick deep inside me was intoxicating. Then in a series of violent convolutions pressing tightly his whole hairy body to mine began, exploding with huge torrents of hot cum. With each spasmodic thrust cum gushed out of his hot dick, and into me then running down my legs. It was gushing into my vagina making me orgasm, as each hot gush spilled out. I could feel my cum, mixing with Jake’s as he filled my pussy. I could feel our two cums welling within and spilling out, running down my legs, dripping down my belly, and pooling beneath with each thrust.

A few more sporadic thrusts, some more small spurts of cum, it was over. I could feel it pooling inside and seeping out as Jake’s dick pulsed releasing more cum filling my vagina to over flowing. Then one last plunge followed by a full gush of cum and he lay draped across my back, spent.

 

He started trying to withdraw with short backward jerks. He was unable to break free, as my vaginal muscles spasmed clamping their grip onto Jake’s cock. The backward tugs turned into fervent yanks, as the efforts to extricate his massive cock failed. He paused and again tried to extricate his dick this time the fervent yanking turned into the hard rapid deep thrusts of renewed arousal, again I could feel his hot cum fill my vaginal canal to over flowing. Exhausted I relaxed, in time to the slowing strokes, so when Jake renewed his efforts to withdraw himself, out it ‘POPPED!’ followed by a gush of cum, his and mine, I dropped to the floor, completely spent, in a way I have never felt.  

 

          Sleep was finding its’ way. The dim shimmering light of the room made it easy. Jake licked his wonderful cock while standing over me, and then he gave my pussy a good cleaning, and lay down. Jake resting his head at my breast, I thought I was falling in love, nuzzled, and drifted off to dream land with my big teddy bear Jake. 

 

I woke up on the floor and Jake was gone, I was still weak, from the pounding I received. I climbed onto the bed and I laid there amazed at what I had done or let happen. I had never felt such a release. It was my time, I was horny, it was a new experience; all not important, it happened, and it felt “Good…!” I went pee climbed on top of the bed and went back to sleep.

 

I awoke in a panic, “My time, my God, I forgot,” I said out loud. I sat up afraid to look down, (but did) I had started my period, all over Joyce's bedspread, I put on my panties so I wouldn’t make a bigger mess, and grabbed the spread and started it soaking in the tub. I sat on the toilet for a while, and let the blood and cum drip. I out peed again and mused out loud “Jake fucked the liven piss out of me.” I thought ‘it is time for another shower. I am covered with cum and my period.

 

The warm water washed over me I soaped up good, I didn’t want anyone to smell Jake, I was covered with him, and my period. I got dressed, and went looking for Joyce. I found her in the kitchen fixing dinner. I didn’t know what to say. I knew I could tell Joyce anything and everything yet I didn’t know how I wanted to tell her. I was still a bit tired, shaky, and somewhat puzzled, by the events of the last two and a half to three hours. I wasn’t sure if any body was even back from looking for John. I heard Joyce in the kitchen.

 

“Oh Joyce I’m so sorry I’ve had an accident, and ruined your bedspread,” with embarrassment, and panic in my voice.

 

“Easy, easy what happened?” she said calmly.

 

“I started my period during my nap, and bled on your bed spread,” I said.

 

“Oh Alice don’t worry about that at all, the spread is old and tattered, I have a replacement in the linen closet.” Joyce reassured “I planned to take that one to the local charity on the main land next time over.”

 

Joyce reached and took it from me, reassuringly saying, “Come see what I picked out.” and asked, “You want to do some decorating?”

 

“Yes I’d love to see what you got, and do some decorating.” The tension leaving my voice I cautioned, “What about the boys?”

 

“Oh John has Steve helping with the boat, I think they are going to fish some before dinner, so we have a lots of time for fun.” She assured noting, “the sun stays up for ever in the summer.” Added gayly “Now lets take this old thing to the laundry.”

 

“When did you get Jake?” I asked as we walked. I wanted to get a feel or sense about Joyce, Jake, or something. I felt odd not just coming out with, ‘I let Jake fuck me and liked it’. We love each other I trust Joyce, I wanted to tell her (the way it was) I liked it and I wanted to like telling Joyce.

 

“We didn’t, we found him half drowned, at the beach he was floundering in the water.” she said walking up the stairs, “We think he came from the boat that sank just off shore.” She added, “It was the first time since I was young that I panicked in a crisis, this poor dog drowning, and I could only jump up and down scream for John”.  

 

“Was anyone hurt?” I asked.

 

“No, the coastguard was fast, saved the people, lost the boat.” she answered, and added, “When John came running, put the raft in the water. We jumped in I managed to gain some composer and helped with the water rescue.”

 

 “We’re glad to have him, he is a God send, a devoted pet. A really nice companion, for the times John is away on a job. I hope they never think to look for him.” Joyce entered the linen closet, more like a room than a closet she said warmly and added, “I doubt they will it has been two and a half years, Jake is part of the family now.”

 

“He’s so clumsy in a cute puppy like way.” I mused, and chuckled, “He looks like he is going to fall over with every step.”

 

“Yeah it’s hard to see him as a mouser. He catches mice and rats all the time. He doesn’t eat them; he just kills them, and leaves them for us to find, like a cat. We tried to train him, away from the squirrels and rabbits.” Joyce laughed adding, “the squirrels are safe now, but the rabbits well he likes them.”

 

“He looks, and acts like a young dog.”

 

Joyce lifted a floral patterned comforter looked at me, saying, “Yes he does; he may be four or five years old no more than…” Joyce paused and asked; “Do you feel okay? You look pale.”

 

“Oh I am a little tired, the trip was long, and I’ve started my period, it feels like a hard one this time. This year has been taxing,” I replied.

 

Joyce held the comforter again for me to look at.  

“That is beautiful, it matches the curtains, and the paint.” I admired, and added, “I’ll be just fine, after a little sleep, and some food.” 

 

We went to the room opening the windows airing it out, replaced the wet towels and floor mat in the bathroom. We made the bed. She looked up from the bed at me, and smiled, asking, “Would you like some hot tea?”

 

 “Yes that would be nice.” I smiled back, I knew that I would be able to tell Joyce at the right time, and added, “Thank you for easing the tension, I haven’t done that for years.”

 

 Joyce moved around the bed, and I moved to meet her, for the long awaited hug, and kiss from this very warm woman. I felt my spent passions return, as I melted in her arms, my mouth watered as she kissed me tenderly all over my face. Her fingers at my lips coaxed my mouth open, and her tongue flowed in, tasting like honey as it slowly rolled about, slow dancing with in. Her kisses were like a breath of fresh air. Breathing new life into and exciting me, I started kissing her back. We stopped at the same time and looked knowingly into each other’s eyes, ‘we have time.’

 

Joyce caressed my face, saying, “I have missed you.”

 

“I have missed you as well.” I cooed. I was starting to perk up some. I smiled saying; “I do have a lot to tell you.”

 

We went to the kitchen fixed some tea, and became close again. We sat musing silently sipping our tea when a chuckle from Joyce bubbled out.

 

I coyly pressed, “What is so funny?”

 

Joyce mused, “Oh Alice; I remember crying, sobbing uncontrollably when I saw poor Jake floundering in the water. I am glad he made it He has brought a lot laughs with his antics.”

 

“Yes I can see He’s just a big, funny, lovable, teddy bear Joyce. I love him already, and I’ve only known him a little while.” I said smiling warmly.

 

“Yea he is very lovable Alice. We don’t need a guard dog, but should the need arise he will make a formidable one.” Joyce said assuredly.

 

“He is very powerful and ferocious, I know he will take good care of my friend Joyce.” I said caressing her face and gazed warmly into her eyes. “I have something to tell you I just don’t know how or where to start.”

 

“Well you know the best place to start is the beginning, and the best way, is to tell it all just like it is.” Joyce coaxed.

 

“Just after my shower I laid down for a short nap. I started to fantasize about a former lover as I nodded off. I felt him licking my pussy when I looked I saw it was Casey. I was grossed out at first I pushed her off the bed; but I realized it was feeling good.”

 

“Sounds to me like you were having some fun. What’s so hard about that.” Joyce giggled coyly.

 

“That’s the first half, what Casey did.”

 

“OH! This is sounding good don’t stop now.”

 

“I coaxed Casey back to licking my pussy, She likes eating it. I was about to cum when ‘crash! Bang!’ Casey is gone in a blink of an eye and Jake is flailing about on the floor, with his big dick bouncing and squirting all over the place. The next thing I knew he had me pinned and licking me all over, and spraying me with his dick. I was so scared at first; that was the biggest cock I was close to. Well A, B, C and…”

 

“Tell me everything no short cuts. I want to hear about it all.”

“I struggled at first, but he kept me pinned while he licked and sprayed me. I looked at that huge ridged red cock and I was overwhelmed with desire to mate with him. I rolled over and waved my ass at him. He kept licking me till I came then he mounted me. God I’ve never been so raked with desire. I was trembling and aching. My GOD! Jake even knows how to french kiss; it was insanely thrilling.” Breathing heavily as she paused.

 

Alice continued her face blushing-red her voice deepened; “He poked all around and then finely in it popped. It really hurt the first time he entered me. I screamed and tried to get away; he just grabbed a mouth full of hair, and held my head to the bed while he mounted me. This time when Jake entered me he pushed that cock in all the way to the knot. I started cumming as soon as he started working it inside me.” Alice paused and trembled collected her breath and began again.

 

“I started cumming over and over when that horrendously huge knot went in and Jake kept working it inside of me. I felt I was going to be ripped apart or explode, and when Jake came it was like the hot water faucet exploded inside me, and I came again. It was over in a few minutes.”

 

“Did he hurt you?”

 

“No. My sphincter muscle spasmed tight around his knot. Jake couldn’t withdraw until I came a second time. When he did finely take it out I just felt sexually spent for the first time.”

“You want me to look and check you out.”

 

“Yea sure there is no pain I’m just sore.”

 

“Come on up on the table. That’s my girl open wide for mommy.” Joyce said with a laugh, mimicking an add jingle.

 

“What do you see?”

 

“A beautifully used pussy, no tears, no abrasions, no bruises, and no bugs.” Joyce said ending with a laugh.

 

“I am relieved that was quite a pounding.” Alice said with a loud sigh.

 

“Roll over let me look at your back. Oh good now on your back; well no scratches or bite marks anywhere.” Joyce assured calmly.

 

“That’s amazing the way he pawed me.” Alice sighed loudly.

 

“Here let me kiss her and make her feel better.” Joyce cajoled.

 

“Yea that feels good.” Alice cooed adding, “I guess I am going to heal up.”

 

“Aahh… there…” Joyce whispered and then added, “just a short peck on your sore clitoris. You are so red and sore looking there. Would you like some more tea?”

 

“Yes please Joyce and a glass of cold water I’m thirsty.”

 

End chp. 1

 

 

Grudge Fuck

roaddawg2u on Forced Stories

Grudge Fuck

She was tied up, face down, and waiting for it. Taking her had been very easy and now I had her. She had teased me, tormented me, with her loose ways and had had the balls to laugh at me. Now the laughter was mine. I stroked myself erect and contemplated the anguish I would inflict on her. My house had a basement and set upon 5 acres so I knew noone would hear her scream. A blindfold was all she wore and I smiled in satisfaction as I walked naked to stand in front of her.

"Bitch, you can scream all you want. In fact I hope you do because it will add to my enjoyment." I told her. "I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth and you will suck me off. If you bite down you may hurt me, hell you might kill me, but then you'll also die. Dehy

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dration or starvation, either one will kill you.. Or you can submit and, maybe, you'll live. Your choice." I told her just before I started fucking her mouth.

God, when I stuffed my dick into her mouth it was heaven. She obviously believed me because her mouth became a fucking vaccum as she strove to pleasure me. "Ahhh, God." I moaned. "That's it, bitch, suck my cock like the whore you are." I began to piston in and out of her helpless mouth and soon came. As I pumped my sperm into her mouth I told her "Swallow,you bitch." She did and soon I went limp. "Ahh, god, you slut, wrap those lips around my cock and suck me dry." I told her and she did. "Keep sucking, bitch, get me hard again so I can fuck your other holes."

Her mou[th plus my imagination soon had my cock erect again. I moved to stand behind her and said "Which hole do you want stuffed, you cunt?" she just shook her head and whined "No." I laughed and then raped her ass. Raw and dry I humped her like a wild man. "You fucking cunt." I growled over her screams. "It's time you learned that you are mine. Any hole I want, anytime I want, I'll take you." My balls slapped her pussy on every downstroke while she screamed out her agony. "Ahhh, you fucking cunt, your'e taking my cock up your ass and if you think this hurts now just wait. I'm gonna fuck you like the cheap slut you are and you're gonna enjoy it." I screamed at her as I furiously pistoned my cock in and out.

After 10 minutes I grew tired of her ass, mostly because she just laid there and moaned, so I pulled out and swiftly rammed it into her pussy. She screamed and I felt resistance to my intrusion. "God Damn, bitch, you feel like a virgin." I exclaimed. Looking down I saw blood seeping out of her pussy and crowed. "You were a virgin, weren't you, slut?" Her reply was muffled by her cries and I laughed. " Oh, fuck, how do you like it, slut?" She whimpered as I slapped her ass to loosen her up. Her pussy was soaking wet and I reveled as I raped her. "Oh, shit, you're so fucking tight. I'm gona pump my seed into you and give you a baby." I moaned. She stiffened as if to force me out but I was already in and wasn't about to stop. "Here it comes, slut, here it comes." I bellowed.

With one last massive thrust I buried myself deep into her pussy and copped an awesome cum. As I pumped into her I laughed again. "Take it all, you slut." I collapsed onto her back and whispered into her ear "Maybe I should keep you until I'm sure you're pregnant. Maybe I'll rape you every day for 6 months or so because then you can't get a legal abortion." and I ground my crotch into her. "What do you think about that, you cheap whore?"

"Please, no" she cried. "You've had me, you've gotten what you want. Please let me go." I laughed again and said "Shit, bitch, I haven't even begun."

Her tears were an aphrodisiac to me and I felt my cock begin to stir to life again.

Jan part 3

Sillyman on Cuckold Stories

When I finally got out to the hot tub Jerry was lounging in a corner seat, Janet was just dropping her sarong and climbing the steps into the tub. Then once she was seated in a middle seat and I on the opposite side of her from Jerry, we settled in to listen to the game, Jerry filled us in on the score up to that point and we chatted, it was soon obvious that the game was secondary to the relaxing heat of the hot tub. Janet said she was going to make margaritas and asked if we wanted beers. When she stood up her new suit was clinging to her curves and completly see through, her trimmed and shaved pubic area was very clear and her breats and nipples were visible as if painted bright green. I glanced at Jerry and saw he was looking at her beutiful mound, when I looked at Janet she was smili