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Mamie Louise 03A plat ventre dans le foin, rendu méfiant depuis que sa grand-mère l’avait localisé, Jérémy n’en continua pas moins d’épier les faits et gestes du couple. Le spectacle qui se déroulait à quelques mètres au-dessous de lui ne pouvait le laisser insensible. Même si la femme qui s’arquait sous les coups de boutoir que lui dispensait son partenaire était sa grand-mère, l’image qu’elle offrait ne pouvait qu’exciter ses sens toujours prêts à s’émouvoir. C’était la première fois qu’il assistait réellement à une scène d’amour avec pénétration. Et à voir le fromager pistonner fiévreusement sa grand-mère provoqua chez Jérémy une telle excitation, qu’une nouvelle érection gagna son membre. En plus des gémissements et des râles de plaisir que sa grand-mère émettait, c’est surtout le langage obscène que cette dernière proférait qui l’étonnait tout en l’affriolant davantage. Habituellement, Louise se montrait toujours extrêmement polie, jamais l’adolescent ne l’avait entendu prononcer un mot vulgaire. Or là, sous les pénétrations saccadées de la verge de son amant, elle employait un langage, qu’il avait plus l’habitude d’entendre dans les vidéos qu’il regardait en cachette.Jérémy ne pouvait détacher son regard de sa grand-mère, qui tel un insecte épinglé, se contorsionnait d’une façon désordonnée, clouée sur la planche de bois par la verge de son partenaire. Des « baise-moi à fond – laboure-moi la chatte – Oh comme j’aime ta queue », résonnaient dans le silence de la grange, entrecoupé de « Oui ! Oh oui ! » et de feulements de chatte en chaleur. Jérémy découvrait sa grand-mère sous une autre personnalité. Même son visage paraissait transfiguré ; le plaisir qui l’habitait la rendait incroyablement plus belle. Accrochée aux mains de son partenaire qui lui malaxait les seins, Louise, comme possédée, lançait son bas-ventre en avant au-devant de verge qui lui fouillait le sexe, encourageant son partenaire, de son langage imagé.Subjugué par le ballet érotique qui se jouait entre sa grand-mère et son amant, Jérémy en oublia de se branler.Soudain, les gémissements de sa grand-mère se transformèrent subitement en de longues plaintes :— Oh, putain c’est bon !… Oui… Oh Oouuuiii canlı bahis !… Vas-y ! Balance ta purée… Je jouis… Rrrhhhaaa !… Ah !… Haaaaaa…Julien, solidement accroché aux seins plantureux de sa maîtresse, s’activait, en un vat-vient effréné, fouillant rageusement le vagin torride de cette dernière de son soc charnel. Dans un effort de volonté désespéré, il tentait de retarder la montée du plaisir qu’il sentait prendre possession de ses couilles. Aussi quand soudainement sa verge se trouva enveloppée d’un cocon ardent, preuve que sa partenaire accédait à l’orgasme, il cessa immédiatement tous mouvements, mettant à profit la semi-inconscience de la fermière pour reprendre son calme.Ils restèrent ainsi, immobiles un long moment. Seul le souffle haletant de Louise venait troubler le silence.—… C’était divin, murmura soudain Louise d’une voix étouffée… Jamais je n’ai joui aussi fort…Prenant soudain conscience que son amant demeurait fiché dans son vagin, elle s’étonna :— Mais, toi, tu n’as pas déchargé ta crème ?— J’ai le temps, répliqua Julien… Je n’en ai pas encore fini avec toi.— C’est vrai ?… Tu vas encore me régaler ?— J’en ai bien l’intention, répliqua Julien en débutant un nouveau va-et-vient dans la chatte gorgée de cyprine de sa lascive partenaire.— Huumm, approuva aussitôt Louise… Je suis partante…Or comme Julien accélérait les incursions de sa verge à l’intérieur du sexe abondamment lubrifié, un bruit de clapotis liquide émana de la vulve pistonnée, rendant la pénétration plus érotique pour les deux amants.— C’est incroyable comme tu mouilles, plaisanta Julien… J’en ai les couilles trempées !…Louise qui connaissait cette particularité qu’avait son sexe d’émettre une profusion de cyprine lors de ses ébats répondit à son jeune amant :— Ça permet à ta grosse queue de mieux glisser dans mon petit minou !— Petit minou ?… Tu plaisantes !… Ta chatte est un vrai parking à bittes tellement elle est large !…— Oh, s’exclama Louise, pas plus surprise que ça !…Maurice lui avait maintes fois fait la même réflexion. Le frottement de plus en plus prononcé du gland contre les parois de sa vulve exacerbée dispensait de nouvelles ondes voluptueuses dans bahis siteleri le bas-ventre de Louise. Comme pour accélérer cette jouissance qu’elle sentait monter en elle, elle glissa un doigt le long de sa fente distendue autour du pal de chair. Cherchant son bouton d’amour, qu’elle trouva fièrement dardé en haut des grandes lèvres de sa chatte, elle entreprit de l’agacer de son ongle.Jugeant que sa volcanique partenaire s’agitait trop pour qu’il puisse correctement la pistonner, Julien décida de l’immobiliser, en refermant ses mains autour de sa taille. Alors maintenant solidement sa fougueuse amante, il accéléra les va-et-vient de son membre dans la grotte féminine embrasée. Chaque fois que son pubis heurtait les lèvres de la chatte détrempée, projetant son gland au plus profond du vagin en fusion, Louise laissait échapper des cris et des encouragements érotiques. Grisé par les vagissements sexuels de sa sensuelle partenaire, Julien brusqua ses coups de boutoir dans le réceptacle féminin accueillant. Tel un piston bien huilé, sa queue copieusement lubrifiée par le foutre brulant qui suintait du vagin en ébullition, accéléra ses mouvements de va-et-vient. Aussitôt sa volcanique partenaire s’exprima dans un langage châtié, digne d’une prostituée de bas étage, l’encourageant à la pourfendre encore plus violemment. Mais lors du mouvement de retrait de sa verge du vagin dégoulinant, celle-ci, rendue glissante du fait de l’abondance de cyprine, s’échappa d’entre les grandes lèvres détrempées. — Oh, non !… Reviens, s’écria Louise !… Remets là ! Continua-t-elle ivre de luxure et en écartant largement ses cuisses afin de faciliter l’introduction souhaitée !…Saisissant son membre visqueux entre ses doigts, dans l’intention de le réintroduire dans la chatte détrempée, Julien eut le regard attiré par l’orifice plissé de l’anus, rendu luisant du fait de l’intarissable écoulement vaginal. Cette vision déclencha en lui un désir pervers : enfoncer sa queue dans cette ouverture que Louise lui offrait innocemment. Sans plus réfléchir, sans même prévenir celle qu’il voulait embrocher par cet accès secondaire, il présenta son gland gonflé face à ce petit trou brun au potentiel bahis şirketleri terriblement érotique.Louise qui attendait l’introduction du membre à l’intérieur de son sexe impatient, ne songea pas un instant ce que son jeune amant avait l’intention de lui faire subir.— Non, tu te trompes de trou, plaisanta-t-elle, amusé de la maladresse de Julien.Mais sentant le volumineux bourgeon de chair se plaquer contre son cul, et s’y appuyer fortement, elle comprit immédiatement les projets de jeune amant.— Tu veux me la mettre de ce côté, interrogea-t-elle ?… Tu veux m’enculer, continua-t-elle soudain anxieuse ?<< Certes au début de leur mariage, Maurice l’avait, à sa demande, initié à ce genre de pénétration. Si la première fois la douleur, même légère, avait accompagné le va-et-vient de la queue à l’intérieur de ses intestins jusqu’à la jouissance finale de Maurice, elle n’en avait pas éprouvé le moindre plaisir. Il avait fallu qu’elle se force à renouveler l’expérience, pour la plus grande joie de son époux, pour qu’enfin elle en éprouve un certain plaisir. Plaisir, qui n’avait fait que s’accentuer au fil des sodomies, qui terminaient invariablement leurs ébats sexuels. Moyens de contraception qu’ils avaient mis au point ; Maurice déchargeant son sperme dans ses intestins. Ses entrailles devenant le réceptacle de la semence masculine. >><< Cependant, les années passant, le désir s’étant émoussé, les deux époux en étaient venus à pratiquer l’amour conventionnellement, dans la position dite du missionnaire. Maurice avait peu à peu abandonné son orifice secondaire. Cela faisait maintenant plusieurs années que son cul n’avait plus été forcé par la bite conjugale >>Aussi, dès qu’elle saisit les intentions de Julien, elle en éprouva une émotion extrême, mêlée à une certaine appréhension. Si elle était ravie d’être de nouveau enculée après tant d’années de disette, une crainte au sujet du volume du gland lui traversa l’esprit. Depuis le temps, est-ce que son cul serait-il encore capable de s’ouvrir sous la poussée du gland colossal ; car Julien possédait une queue particulièrement volumineuse par rapport à celle de son mari. — Va doucement, sollicita-t-elle… Je… Je n’ai jamais été prise de ce côté-là, mentit-elle, éprouvant un plaisir pervers à faire croire à son jeune amant qu’il serait le premier à accéder à son orifice secret.Sidéré par l’aveu de sa maîtresse, Julien s’étonna.— Comment ça

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Etudiants soumisMax et marie sont tous les 2 en terminal, ils sortent ensemble depuis maintenant 6 mois. Un après midi ils se retrouvent prêt du gymnase pour flirter, en s’appuyant sur la porte de la salle de sport, ils remarquent que celle ci est ouverte et décide d’y entrer pour y être plus tranquille.Apres une demi heure d’embrassade max veut aller plus loin, mais marie refuse depuis quelques semaines déjà. Max: allez, je t’aime tellement, je veux que l’on se prouve notre amour. Marie: je ne suis pas encore prête pour me donner à toi et c’est ma première foi.Max: alors faisons simplement des préliminaires. Après quelques minutes d’hésitation max parvient à décider marie. Tous deux reprennent à s’embrasser et max commence à peloter la petite poitrine güvenilir bahis de marie (85a) puis il décide de lui sucer les tétons et finit par un cuni, il broute la chatte poilue de marie et après 10 min de plaisir elle décide comme pour remercier max, de le sucer. Max est déjà bien excité et après 2 min de fellation il lui demande d’arrêter pour ne par lui jouir dans la bouche. Marie qui n’a pas envie de goûter au foutre arrête alors sa fellation . Et à ce moment ils entendent une voix dire: Quel dommage jusqu’ici tout était parfais mais la fin de mon film va être gâché.Mr Robin directeur de l’école ce tient la devant eux, son portable à la main en train de les filmer,Marie est tétanisée, et rouge de honte, max lui réagit plus vite commence à türkçe bahis agresser le directeur ,Calmes toi lui dit le directeur si tu ne veux pas avoir d’ennuis . Le directeur: Vous êtes tout les deux convoqués dans mon bureau demain matin à la première heure, et on essaiera de s’arranger pour que cela reste entre nous et npas gâcher votre future d’étudiant, car je pourrais vous renvoyer en expliquant les raisons de ce renvoi à vos parents.Marie: Non ne faites pas ça s’il vous plaît.Max: moi je m’ en fous perso. le directeur: et si cette vidéo circulait, marie passerais pour la plus grosse des salopes du lycée et toi toutes les filles sauraient la taille ridicule de ta bite et que tu tiens pas plus de 5 mins et oui marie tu n’as jamais vu le sexe güvenilir bahis siteleri d’ un vrai homme mais max est ridiculement équipé. sur ces mots les deux jeunes ne savent plus quoi répondre. Le directeur: maintenant marie finis ce que tu as commencé et garde tout dans la bouche sinon je mets mes menaces à exécution.N’ayant plus le choix marie reprend max en bouche, alors que Mr Robin reprend à filmer, il se rapproche même pour faire un gros plan. Après 1min 30 de fellation max éjacule dans la bouche de marie qui sent alors le liquide chaud sur sa langue.le directeur: voilà, ouvre la bouche que je filme ce qu’il t’a déchargé, on voit bien que c’est un sous homme il n y a presque rie , tu ne vas pas avoir de mal à avaler. Marie doit alors avaler le foutre de max devant le portable du directeur, elle est moralement démolie et max lui passe maintenant pour une lopette. Bien, rendez-vous demain matin dans mon bureau, il nous reste à régler cette histoire entre nous. Le cauchemar commence

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Je me fais deux beaux noirsDepuis quelques jours, j’étais frustré de sexe. Je baisais pourtant régulièrement mais j’avais envie de sensations plus fortes, de toucher et sucer des grosses queues pleines de foutre, de mettre ma queue bien raide dans un cul d’homme bien viril et poilu. D’y penser me faisait bander et frissonner de plaisir pervers.Finalement, je me décide un midi et je prépare mon nécessaire. Je mets mon string en soie noire, je prends mon lubrifiant, mes préservatifs. Je vais directement au cinéma 88 à Saint-Denis et je tourne dans les couloirs à la recherche d’un partenaire. J’ai mon grand manteau qui me permet de me caresser la bite discrètement en regardant les clients qui tournent comme moi.Je repère rapidement un jeune noir, en sur-vêtements, qui rode dans les couloirs. A voir la bosse sur le devant de son pantalon, je suis sur qu’il bande ! Je m’arrange pour le frôler et je peux vérifier que c’est le cas. Je repère une cabine libre et je me dirige vers elle en me caressant toujours la queue.Le noir que j’ai frôlé me suit et me regarde entrer dans la cabine. Je laisse la porte entrouverte et j’ouvre mon manteau, montrant mon sexe qui bande au travers de mon string. Le noir s’approche et me demande si je veux bien le sucer. Je lui dis que je suis d’accord. Il entre avec moi dans la cabine et je ferme aussitôt la porte, en ayant juste le temps de voir rentrer dans la cabine d’à coté un autre noir, très grand.Je mets ma carte dans l’appareil et je laisse mon partenaire choisir le film qu’il veut voir. Moi, je suis surtout intéressé par la bosse devant son pantalon et je commence à lui caresser le sexe. Pour le choix du film, j’ai de la chance car il a l’air d’aimer les films avec les travestis. C’est ceux que je préfère car j’ai toujours été attiré par ces superbes créatures, superbement membrées, avec des seins et un cul magnifique.Je baisse le pantalon de mon partenaire et je dégage une queue superbe ! Pas loin de 25 centimètres, un gland très rouge, presque la taille de mon poignet et une paire de couilles très grosses et fermes. Je lui dis :« Je vais te sucer ta grosse bite ! Je vais te baver sur les couilles ! Tu vas voir, je vais te faire monter le foutre dans ta grosse queue ! Tu pourras me jouir dessus comme une grosse salope ! »Avant de commencer à le pomper, je me déshabille complètement, ne gardant que mon string. Je prends aussi mon lubrifiant pour lui doigter le cul et me branler en même temps. J’en profite pour entrouvrir la vitre de la cabine et je vois qu’à coté, le grand noir est complètement nu et caresse une colossale bite en nous regardant. Je lui fais un clin d’œil en tirant la langue et en me caressant les seins.J’espère qu’il saura patienter car sa bite me tente vraiment ! Elle est beaucoup güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri plus grosse que celle de mon partenaire et son corps est superbe ! Un véritable athlète ! En attendant, je me concentre sur la bite de mon partenaire et j’entreprends de le pomper comme un fou. Sa queue grossit immédiatement et me remplit la bouche. Il me prend la tête et me fait rentrer à fond sa queue dans la bouche.Je manque de vomir à plusieurs reprises et je laisse couler des flots de bave sur sa queue et ses couilles que je caresse en même temps. Il commence à geindre de plaisir et je le sens grossir encore dans ma bouche. Je lui écarte les cuisses au maximum et je lui doigte le cul. Chaque fois que j’enfonce mon doigt, je sens sa queue qui grossit dans ma bouche. Comme je sens qu’il va bientôt jouir, je me relève et je l’embrasse à pleine bouche, en lui enfonçant ma langue dans sa gorge. Je lui dis :« je veux que tu frottes ta grosse queue de salaud entre mes fesses et que tu me jouisses entre les cuisses en me faisant les seins. Vas-y, prends-moi par derrière comme une pute ! Je te donne mon cul de salope pour que tu jouisses tout ton foutre ! »Aussitôt, il se met derrière moi et je sens sa grosse matraque noire qui se frotte entre mes fesses. Elle est maintenant vraiment très dure et raide et je sens ses grosses couilles qui s’écrasent sur mes fesses. Je me tourne vers la fenêtre de la cabine pour voir l’autre noir qui regarde la scène. Il est très excité et caresse sa queue avec ses deux mains !Elle fait au moins trente centimètres de long et six de diamètre ! Le gland est encore plus gros et luisant de jus ! J’ouvre en grand ma bouche en tournant ma langue et je fais le geste de le branler et le sucer ! Je lui demande d’attendre un peu que j’en finisse avec mon partenaire. Celui-ci, tout à son plaisir, ne voit pas le manège. Je lui dis :« Vas-y, jouis maintenant ! Je suis ta grosse salope blanche ! Gicles-moi dans le cul ! Pinces-moi les seins, dépêches-toi de jouir ! Donnes moi ton sperme ! »Je le sens encore grossir ; il me pince plus fort les seins et d’un seul coup, il éclate ! Je prends de grandes giclées de foutre entre les fesses et dans ma main que j’ai glissée entre mes cuisses pour lui branler les couilles et le vider complètement. Je m’étale le foutre sur les seins et je me lèche les doigts en jetant un regard de salope à mon voisin.J’ai vraiment été à deux secondes de jouir en même temps que le salaud qui est derrière mon cul ; s’il n’y avait pas eu la perspective de l’énorme bite qui m’attend à côté, j’aurais craché tout mon foutre !Je laisse quelques instants à mon partenaire pour qu’il se rhabille et je le laisse partir. Il est à peine sorti que mon voisin se précipite dans ma cabine, nu güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri comme un ver ! Heureusement, personne ne l’a vu rentrer ! Il se jète sur moi et lèche tout le sperme qui coule encore entre mes fesses et mes seins. Une fois qu’il m’a bien nettoyé, il me dit :« tu m’as rendu fou tout à l’heure ! Il faut que je me vide les couilles tout de suite, sinon, elles vont éclater ! Je vais te jouir dans la bouche et sur la figure, salope ! Tu vas voir la dose que je vais te mettre ! Après, tu m’enculeras comme une grosse pute noire pendant que je me branlerai ! Je te cracherai une deuxième dose de foutre sur la gueule ! En attendant, donnes moi ton string, je vais faire la pute pour toi ! »Je lui réponds :« ton programme me plait, salope ! Tiens, prends mon string et mets toi bien la ficelle entre les fesses ! Donnes moi ta grosse queue dans la gueule ! Nourris-moi de ton foutre ! J’en veux un litre ! »Je lui prends son énorme mandrin à deux mains et j’entreprends de le sucer ; c’est énorme ! Il coule du jus de son gland ; on dirait une source ! Il a tellement envie qu’en quelques aspirations, il éclate ! C’est incroyable les giclées qu’il m’envoie ! J’en avale la moitié et le reste dégouline sur mes seins et mon ventre ! Je compte au moins dix giclées très fortes avant que le flot ralentisse et puis s’arrête ! Il débande à peine et se retourne aussitôt en me disant :« vas-y, vite ! Encules moi ! Je bande toujours autant et j’ai encore envie de jouir ! Salope, tu m’as sucé comme un dieu ! Je suis sur que tu vas m’enculer comme la reine des putes que tu es ! Regardes mon trou du cul comme il baille et mouille en t’attendant ! Vas-y, prends-moi ! »Je lui dis :« Ah, salope ! Qu’est ce que tu m’as mis comme dose ! Ton foutre est très bon ! Je vais t’en cracher un peu sur ma bite pour t’enculer encore mieux ! J’ai envie de jouir dans don cul, putain ! »Aussitôt, je place mon gland sur sa rondelle et je pousse ; en deux poussées, je suis complètement dans son cul ! Il est mouillé comme une chatte et il me serre la bite avec son anus ! En même temps, il branle son gourdin toujours aussi long, gros et raide que tout à l’heure. Je luis caresse les seins en lui limant le cul comme un chien ! Je sens le foutre qui me monte du plus profond des couilles ! Là, je vais jouir ! Je ne peux plus tenir ! Je lui dis :« Ah, salaud ! Je ne peux plus tenir ! Je vais te remplir le cul de foutre, salope ! »Il gueule :« Vas-y, je vais jouir aussi ! Tu sens que ça monte ? On va jouir ensemble ! Ahhh ! »Dans un même râle de plaisir, il crache son foutre en longs jets blancs et je me vide dans son cul. Je suis complètement vidé et épuisé ! Je m’écroule par terre, nu, vidé. Lui ne semble pas encore calmé ! Il est toujours güvenilir bahis şirketleri aussi excité ! Il rebande presque aussitôt ! Il gueule :« Ah, salope, tu m’as enculé ! Tu vas voir, je vais te mettre ma grosse trique dans ton cul ! Je vais te défoncer la rondelle, putain ! »Comme je suis toujours allongé par terre, il commence par me pisser dessus ! Il me pisse au moins un demi-litre de pisse chaude sur tout le corps, le cul, la bouche ! J’essaye de me redresser quand il m’att**** et me ceinture ! Il est très fort et je ne peux plus bouger ! Il entreprend de me claquer les fesses d’abord avec sa main gauche, puis avec sa queue qu’il utilise comme un fouet ! J’ai bientôt le cul en feu ! Sans me lâcher, il commence à me doigter le cul ; un doigt d’abord, puis deux, puis trois ! Je gueule :« Arrêtes ! tu me fais mal ! tu me violes ! salaud ! Ahhh ! »Il me répond :« arrêtes de gueuler ou je t’assomme ! Je vais te lubrifier le cul avant ! Tu vas voir ce que c’est que d’avoir une vraie queue dans l’ognon ! »Il me met une dose de vaseline dans le cul et continue de me doigter avec trois doigts !Tout à coup, il arrête et je sens son gland monstrueux se poser sur ma rondelle ! Il pousse et commence à m’introduire son gourdin dans le cul ! Je gueule :« Ahhh ! arrêtes ! tu me fais mal ! vas doucement ! tu vas me déchirer l’anus ! »Puis, tout doucement, son gland est entré ; le reste de sa queue a suivi. Incroyable ! J’ai trente centimètres de bite noire dans le cul ! Je sens son gland qui me fouille l’intestin ! C’est bon ! Il me masse la prostate ; je bande ! Je lui dis :« Ahhh ! Tu m’as eu ! Tu m’as violé, salope ! Regardes comme je bande ! C’est bon, continue ! Pinces moi les seins, je suis ta femme ! Tu vas me remplir le cul de foutre pour me calmer ! Ahhh ! encore ! »Il me lime de plus en plus profondément et je sens à chaque coup ses couilles qui s’écrasent sur mes fesses ! Sa queue grossit encore, comme la mienne. Je sens qu’il va jouir et moi aussi. Il hurle :« Ahh, putain ! C’est parti, je te remplis le cul de foutre ! Je jouis !!! Tu sens mon foutre, salope ?Je vais te branler pour te faire cracher ton jus ! Ahhh ! »Je gueule :« Ahhh, oui ! Je sens ton foutre qui coule dans mon ventre ! Je jouis ! Vas-y, branles moi ! Ahhh ! J’ai le cul défoncé ! C’est bon, c’est divin ! Encore !!! Gicles à fond ! »Enfin, il s’écroule, épuisé. Je sens sa queue qui débande doucement. Tout doucement, mon cul éjecte cet énorme boudin noir. Quand son gland sort enfin, mon anus reste béant, défoncé ; je sens le sperme qui ressort et me coule entre les fesses ! Dans un semi-c*** du à la fois à la douleur, la jouissance, l’extase, la fatigue, je vois mon partenaire se rhabiller et sortir, me laissant nu et seul dans une flaque de sperme. Il me faudra vingt minutes pour récupérer, me rhabiller à mon tour et sortir, les jambes légèrement écartées et l’anus toujours ouvert, dégueulant le restant du sperme que ce salaud m’a mis dans le cul.Il m’a fallu plusieurs jours pour récupérer et pour enfin me dire que finalement, il faudra que je recommence !

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Punition après disputeC’était une soirée plutôt calme jusqu’à ce qu’une petite dispute éclate pour une futilité, voulant calmer les choses, j’essaie tant bien que mal de détendre l’atmosphère, mais c’est peine perdu, tu me cris dessus de plus en plus, énervé je vais dans la chambre en te disant que tu es chiante quand tu râles. Tu ne l’entends pas de cette façon et tu me suis, tu rentres dans la chambre et me bloque pour crier de plus belle.Je perds vite patience surtout pour une dispute aussi idiote, je te prends par le cou et te plaque contre le mur « je vais te corriger petite salope, je vais te dresser comme la chienne que tu es ».Tu me repousses violemment pour protester en me disant que je n’arriverais pas à te maitriser, je fini par rigoler avec un regard noir.Je reviens à la charge, prend ton cou et te plaque sur le lit, je me place derrière toi, tu es ventre, je m’approche de ton visage pour te murmurer « tu vas devenir toute docile crois moi » , tu m’insultes illegal bahis de plus en plus, je vais chercher la boite sous le lit, en sort un bâillon et des menottes que j’applique tout de suite.Maintenant que tu es immobile j’en profite pour défaire ma ceinture en cuir, la prendre en main et te fouetter violemment avec « petite pute n’oublie pas que tu parles à ton maitre », j’enlève ton pantalon et ta culotte, tu es toute trempé, ton cul commence à être bien rouge, je te sens serviable alors je me décide a t’enlever le bâillon « alors soumise tu es serviable ? » -« oui…. »*te fouette violemment*« oui qui videuse de bite ? »-« oui maitre ! »« C’est bien, maintenant tu vas prendre ma bonne grosse bite en bouche, tu vas la sucer, la lécher et jouer avec mes couilles c’est compris ? »-« bien sûr maitre »Je te détache les mains, et je viens me placer sur le dos, tu enchaines par une pipe magnifique, tu viens jouer avec mon gland sur ta langue, tu lèches illegal bahis siteleri mes couilles, tu la suces goulument, tu l’as branle de haut en bas, j’appuie sur ta tête quelque fois pour te faire de bonne gorge profonde.Je te dis de te mettre à quatre pattes, ce que tu fais, je me place derrière toi et te bourrine la chatte violemment sans réserve, je me sers de la ceinture pour la placer autour de ton cou, je tire dessus à chaque coup de reins, tu te met a crier, a crier de plus en plus fort-« oui maitre baisez moi, baiser votre jouet, baisez votre pute, votre bite est si bonne j’en veux encore s’il vous plait, je vous en supplies baisez moi »Je te bourrine tellement que je suis en train de violer ta chatte de catin, je retire ma bite, elle est couverte de mouille, je décide sur un coup de tête de t’enculer, je m’approche de ton cul pour rentrer petit à petit ma bite, tu me dis que tu n’en a pas envie, je te bloque avec la ceinture et j’enfonce canlı bahis siteleri ma bite en toi, tu te met a hurler de douleur, je continu à te violer le cul, à te souiller comme la pute que tu es, petit a petit la douleur laisse place au plaisir, j’enlève la ceinture et place mes mains sur tes seins que je tripote en même temps que je t’encule, je tripote tes tétons, j’adore aussi tes seins.Après plusieurs minute a écarter ton cul, je te pousse, tu tombes sur le ventre, nettoie ma bite puis je te retourne, place tes jambes sur mes épaules, et te baise, je te bourrine toujours avec une grande v******e, en t’insultant « tu aimes petite pute ? tu aimes que ton maitre te viol comme ça »-« oui j’adore, putain vous arrêtez pas, dressé moi, punissez moi »Je me baisse sur tes seins pour les lâchers en même temps que je te prends, je lèche tes tetons, je fais glisser ma langue tout autour, entre tes seins, je remonte pour t’embrasser, et jouer avec ma langue.Je sens que je vais jouir, je me place au-dessus de ton visage, je branle ma bite et après quelques secondes a peine, je lâche un énorme jet de sperme sur ton visage de chienne, je gicle sur toi, je te recouvre le visage et les seins de mon sperme bien chaud.

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The Last CardThe Last CardCopyright Oggbashan January 2019The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.Sixty-one years ago I had given Margaret a Valentine Card. It had ‘With All My Love’ written above my name.I had been inspired to buy her a card after her bicycle tyres were punctured. One Friday evening late in January we were on the same commuter train. As usual she would ride her bicycle from the station to her parents’ house but this day was different. She was leaving her old office and starting at another one on Monday, so she was carrying her personal items from the old office. I helped her carry some things from the train to the bicycle. It had a front basket and panniers so she could stow it all. I watched as she put some things in the basket, removed the bike lock, and wheeled it out from the rack.Then she noticed that both tyres were completely flat. She nearly cried. She lived about two miles from the station and couldn’t ride with flat tyres.“Bob? Can I store my bike at your house tonight?” Margaret asked.“Of course,” I replied. “But I might be able to sort the punctures out,” I said.“Punctures! Look. Someone has unscrewed and removed the valves.”She looked at the other dozen or so bikes left on the rack. The valves had been removed from all of them. We couldn’t inform the station staff. It was unmanned except for the morning rush hour.“OK, Margaret. I think I have spare valves. If not, I can take the valves off my bike. I rarely use it. Come on. It isn’t far to my house.”It wasn’t. I was buying a small Victorian end of terrace house about two hundred yards from the station. There was space alongside for the garage and off-road parking for my ancient car.I continued carrying the bags Margaret had given me. She pushed her bicycle. At the house we went in with her possessions. She made tea while I ferreted around in the garage for the cycle repair bits.I had one spare valve, and I took one from my elderly gent’s roadster that I had used before I bought the car. Margaret brought me a mug of tea while I pumped up her tyres. She put the mug down on the bench while I finished.“There. It’s done,” I said. “But I think you will be overloaded. I could run your things up to your parents’ house while you cycle. OK?”“You’re bahis firmaları sure, Bob?” She queried.“Yes. I was going to fill the car up later. Your parents’ house is on the way to the filling station.”“I accept. Thank you. I hadn’t appreciated how much I had accumulated in three years. I won’t need so much on Monday.”She handed me the cup of tea, exactly as I like it. Why not? We had known each other for years since we first started school in the same class. My parents had lived three doors from hers. We were in and out of each other’s houses frequently as neighbours and friends until a couple of years ago when my parents had decided to move to a smaller bungalow. That move had helped to finance my house purchase.Her parents and mine had been very involved in community activities and we had been dragged in as soon as we were old enough. We met frequently at community events and committee meetings. Robert, known as Bob, and Margaret had always been friends but nothing more. Repairing her bike was just one of the things I could do for her, and she could do things for me like helping with the house decoration. She was better at painting than I am.As I put the empty mug down Margaret hugged and kissed me, a proper kiss, unlike the friendly peck on the cheek that had been the greatest acknowledgement she had given me – until now. That was a shock.It took me a couple of days to realise how much that hug and kiss had changed our relationship. Margaret was an attractive adult woman that I had been too close to for too long to appreciate. I had had girlfriends but none had lasted more than a few months. Margaret’s boyfriends had tended to been ‘bad boys’ that her parents disapproved of, as did I. I thought she deserved better than some of the assholes she had attracted.Monday lunchtime I went to a card shop near my office and bought the first ever Valentine card for Margaret.I had intended to post it but she was away on a residential training course until Valentine’s Day, so I gave it to her in person just before a boring committee meeting in my parents’ bungalow. Her reaction startled me. She pushed me into an armchair, sat on me, and kissed me furiously. She stayed sitting on me throughout the meeting. That was a public declaration that amused the other committee members. From that evening onwards, Margaret and Robert were an item.The following year I gave Margaret another Valentine Card, three weeks before our wedding date. Her reaction kaçak iddaa was nearly as marked as for the original card.I loved Margaret. She loved me. Every year I gave her a Valentine Card in person. Every year she reacted as if I had given her something special, but they were only cheap basic cards. My words were the same each year, a reminder of how special Margaret was for me. The c***dren found it amusing when they were young, and endearing when they were old enough to appreciate how much their parents loved each other that a simple card could produce so much response.Of course I told her that I loved her many times every year and always on the anniversary of our wedding day, on her birthday, and New Year. But Valentine’s Day was special for both of us.Why had she reacted so much to the first one? She had broken up with her previous boyfriend about six months earlier, not after an argument but because they had realised that their life priorities had been different. He wanted to travel, to see the world, and perhaps settle down in his thirties. Margaret wanted stability because her parents had dragged her around Europe as a youngster. She wanted a base, somewhere she could make her home, and someone with whom she could build a family. I was boring, conventional but secure. My card reminded her that I had been her friend and neighbour for years, helping whenever she needed me, no matter what her current relationship might be. My card stating ‘All My Love’ she recognised as a sincere declaration from me. She said, years later, that opening that card was like recognising what she had been overlooking for months – that I loved her for who she was, not as who she might be.Sixty plus years ago we were very decorous. Until we were engaged we didn’t go further than hugs and kisses. Even after I was her fiancé we kept everything above the waist, even in private. Margaret was a virgin on her wedding night. So was I. We soon learned how to please each other, in and out of bed. Sixty years later we still knew how and although slower and more measured, we enjoyed sex. She had faults; so did I. But we knew and accepted our flaws. She would push me outside my comfort zone where I was often too staid. She would have short-lived enthusiasms that didn’t last, such as making her own clothes despite her incompetence. I would support her endeavours and live with her disappointments – until the next new hobby.I sold my house. We bought our own larger kaçak bahis house with help from both sets of parents. We paid off the mortgage while we were both working. Margaret became pregnant with our first-born six months after our final repayment. She worked part-time for two years before she became pregnant again and became a full-time mother to the grandmother’s relief. My mother-in-law coped admirably with the first baby but admitted she would have struggled with a two year old and a baby. Even Margaret found that an ordeal. Sometimes I would come home from work to find a tearful wife and fractious c***dren.But I loved her; she loved me; we both loved the c***dren. The yearly Valentine Card brightened Margaret’s low point in early February. We had lost a baby late in a January and the anniversary was sad for both of us. She knew she would get it and that I really meant the words I wrote each year. I never understood why Margaret chose me. I knew she loved me, almost as much as I loved her. Each morning I had a brief sense of disbelief that she was in bed beside me. I hated leaving her to go to work but however busy she was she would kiss me as I left. I would be hugged as soon as I was home unless the c***dren were being demanding. If so, I’d get the hug and kiss when she could.I have been retired for decades. I was worried that being home all day would be boring and would upset Margaret’s routine. She didn’t let me be bored, dragging me out for various activities and showing that she wanted me, every day.But now it was time for me to say my last goodbye. At the end of January Margaret had a stroke. She lived barely long enough to get to the hospital with me holding her hand in the ambulance. She gave me a crooked smile, and then she was gone.I had already bought this year’s Valentine Card and had written ‘With All My Love’ inside it, ready to give it to her on Valentine’s Day which is now the date of her funeral. We didn’t make it to our sixtieth wedding anniversary. That didn’t matter. Last year we had celebrated the sixtieth anniversary of that first Valentine Card – in bed.Now I have to say a few words about Margaret to the assembled family and friends. As I walk to the pulpit I place the last Valentine Card on her coffin. It will be buried with her.I look around. Our son and daughter, their c***dren and our great-grandc***dren are all looking at me. All of them are reminders of how much Margaret and I shared our love for over sixty years.I’ll tell them about that first, and now the last Valentine Card. I won’t cry. I have had so much love for those sixty years that I need to celebrate, not regret.“Margaret – you still have all my love.”

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leur dit que maintenant j appartient a michel mes cousin nous dise vous aller rester avec nous plusieurs jours je leurs dit que non car michel doit faire des papiers a tunis je croise les jambes je les laisse ma mater je regarde mon amour il me sourit et la michel me dit tu na qua rester ici avec ton pere pendant güvenilir bahis que moi je vais a tunis et je reviens vous chercher des que j ai fini je lui dis ok cherie la tu pensse bien que mes cousin etait heureux leurs cousine seule avec son pere je ne sait pas si il savent que je couche avec les oncles nous avons chacun notre chambre cool michel me donne de l argent pour acheter de quoid manger mon pere dit au hommes venez un vas au cafèet faire visiter la ville a michel moi pendant ce tant je prepare le repas du soir j apel maman et pour lui dire que l on va rester quelque jours le soir arive nous mangons tous enssemble on parle de tout mon petit cousin lui est toujours a coter de moi je le voie me mater les cuisse souvent je le regarde et je lui sourit je decide de remonter ma mini jupe et je croise les jambesla il voie tout il est a la limite de voire mes fesses il me voie faire et je lui fait un clin d oeilmichel est pres de moi de l autre coter je le serre contre moi mes cousin voie que je suis tres amoureuse de lui le repas se termine et michel doit partir chez lui pour repartir a tunis demain je l acompagne j usqu a la voiture je le serre fort contre moi je luis dis tu vas me manquer il m embrasse je lui dit que je l aime il partje rentre dans la maison je debarasse la table türkçe bahis mon petit cousin m aide dans la cuisine il me dit sabrine tu est si jolie je lui sourit et je le serre dans mes bras je lui dit je reste ici tu vas etre content crois moi nous sommes tous assid dans le salon bien sur moi en face deux il me matte tous il se fait tard je leur dit je vais aller me coucher il me font voire ma chambre et celle de mon pere qui est a coter de la mienne je vais a la douche je ferme tout je reviens dans ma chambre et je me met nue dans mon lit ma porte est fermer elle s ouvre ses mon pere qui me dit bonsoir mes cousin sont derriere lui il me mate tous mais jai le drap sur moi mon pere me dit laisse ta porte ouverte je lui dis ok il sent vas tout le monde vas se coucher j essaie de dormir apres 30mn j entend quelquin arriver devant ma chambre c est mon pere il allume la lumierre il est nu je le regarde et je retire le drapje suis nue aussi je lui dit viens mon pere se met dans mon lit et il m embrasse je caresse son corpsil bande je me met entre ses cuisse et je le suce doucement je le masturbe et je lui dit maintenant toi aussi tu pourat coucher avec toi a chaque fois que tu le voudras je sait que je suis la pute des hommes de la familles je met un preservatif a mon pere et il me viens sur güvenilir bahis siteleri moi et me penetre je sent son sexe glisser dans mon vagin je ferme les yeux et je le laisse faire de moi tout ce qu il veut j aime coucher avec des hommes de la familles je commence a pousser des petit cris je lui dit que j aime sa je le regarde dans les yeux et je lui dis de me faire jouir il m embrasse partout je ne sait pas si on nous entend en tout cas je jouis biens fort mon pere se met a jouir aussi nous avons jouit si fort tout les deux apres un moment mon pere qui est toujours sur moi me dit tu est vraiment la pute de la famille je lui dis oui bien sur je ne me suis jamais cacher de sa michel a fait de moi une pute apres mon pere s endort avec moi dans le lit nous passons la nuit enssemble nue dans le meme lit le matin arrive je viens de me reveiller mon pere dort encore a coter de moi et la je voie mon cousin de 16 ans qui me regarde et il voie mon pere nu a coter de moi je suis gener il me dit tu couche avec ton pere je lui dis oui et je decide de tout lui dire je me leve nue devant lui il me matte si fort je lui dit que michel a fait de moi la pute de la famille et que maintenant je couche avec tout les hommes et je lui dis je vais coucher aussi avec toi plus tard ok il est heureux je suis toujours nue mon pere se reveille et il nous voie parler il sourit a mon cousin de 16 ans et lui dit ta cousine est une pute je leurs sourit et je le dit je vais preparer le petite dejeuner je met quelque chose sur moi voila la suite bientot i

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Only BBC for this White Gay SlutI wasn’t always a black-owned little slut if you can believe it! Can you believe, at one point in my life, I actually refused to sleep with black men? I can’t even wrap my head around it honestly. These days I belong to a number of hung black guys who use me whenever they want and now I refuse to sleep with white guys altogether! If it’s not a black cock I don’t want it. I am totally and happily addicted to letting black men fuck me whenever they like, all they have to do is pull their cock out and my little, white clit starts to leak and my mouth waters. I am happy to say that my holes are for black men and black men only. I love black cock and black cock loves me, it’s actually really poetic considering how close minded I was not that long ago. It all changed for me when I was with my friend Jason. Jason was white and for the short period I had known him he had a fetish for seeing white girls like myself being used by big, black cocks. I always told him no but thankfully he tricked me into it with one blue pill, a little d**g that was big in the 90s called ecstasy. Jason was in between homes at the time, his house had burned down and while he waited for his insurance company to cut him a check he was staying at a seedy little motel a few towns from where I lived at the time. Jason and I had messed around from time to time, especially if d**gs were involved and sure enough this night was no different. About thirty minutes after I ate one of these magical pills my body was on fire. To say I was in heat was a gross understatement. My body was flush and everything in me vibrated with lust. I needed to be fucked. I wore my cutest white, lace babydoll, a pair of black thigh highs and I wore my pullups. I loved pullups, I suppose I have a thing for diapers; they get me so excited, the feeling of wearing a little diaper, the crinkle noises, the padded, cotton material hugging my hips. Jason had me warmed up, he gave me a massage which had me squirming and begging for more when suddenly there was a knock at the door. He smiled and I watched him curiously as he went to the door.”Who are you expecting?” I asked.He just smiled as if he knew exactly what was going to happen.He answered the door and two large black men entered. I watched, my body still on fire as Jason greeted the men and took a seat at the little table in the room.”Is this the little sissy we’ve heard about?” one of them asked.I was cursing him in my head. It was a trap. I was dying to be fucked but at this time I had never been with a black guy, let alone two. It was a real conundrum for me. “That’s Nicole and she’s on X,” Jason said.”Oh, you bastard,” I said.He just smiled at me.The men laughed, one sat on the bed not far from me.”Jason tells us you’re not into black guys?”I was shocked. I had no answer.”That’s OK,” he said. “I bet if I pulled my big, black cock out right now you wouldn’t want to suck it?”I bit my lip. I needed sex like a fish needs water. I felt my clit stiffen in my pullups at the thought when he did just that. He pulled himself out of his pants as he stood at the foot of the bed. It was huge and I couldn’t resist him much longer. I wanted it in my mouth.He watched me, stroking himself. “No?”I was speechless.”Ok, I guess I’ll put it away.””Wait,” I said. Jason watched me with a sly grin.I crawled on the bed past the first man.”Can I touch it?” I asked. My eyes were glued to his massive shaft. His big brown tip just begged to have my mouth on it.”If you want,” he said with a laugh.I gripped it in my little white fist. It was amazing, the contrast of his skin and mine. I tugged it gently feeling him throb in my hand. I couldn’t believe what canlı bahis şirketleri I was doing, I was dressed like a slut, high on ecstacy stroking a big, black cock and it was then I knew my life was going to change forever.”You can suck it if you want,” he said.I didn’t think twice, I was hypnotized by his thick cock and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. A moment later I was sucking him. At the time I was both in love with his cock and hating myself. The ecstacy ran through my veins, my body so warm and my mouth was in heaven as I sucked him. I started slow, my tongue on the bottom of his shaft, my lips locked around his fat tip but soon I lost myself and I was taking him as far into my mouth and throat as I could.”I think she likes it!” he said.I felt the other man’s hand exploring my body. He played with my tits as I sucked his friends cock. My clit throbbed in my little diaper and I instinctively opened my legs as if welcoming him to explore further. His hands went to my ass and my thighs and I whimpered and shuddered in pure lust.The cock in my mouth suddenly pulled out. I opened my eyes, I must have looked pathetic, desperate to continue sucking him. He had it inches from my face and he smiled down at me. “Beg me to suck it,” he said. It was humiliating but I wanted it so badly. His slick, black cock inches from my mouth. I looked at Jason as he smiled, he shrugged.”Please, may I suck your cock,” I pleaded.The hand on my ass slipped inside my pullups and grabbed my stiff little clit which made my eyes wide.He pressed his cock against my face and smacked me with it. I couldn’t believe I actually loved it.”That’s not good enough, Sissy. How bad do you want this dick?”I needed it. I had to have him. The hand in my diaper squeezed my clit and my hips began to hump his hand.”I need to suck your big, black cock. Please, let me suck it. Please?” He stuffed the fat tip between my lips and like a nursing baby I began to gently suck him once again. He laughed, “a natural snow bunny!”I couldn’t resist. His cock in my mouth was everything I wanted at that moment. I felt my clit dripping cum as the other man squeezed. I rocked against his hand while he used his other hand to smack my diapered bottom. The slaps were amazing. He pulled my diaper down just a little and began to play with my ass which drove me wild. I was gagging myself on the thick cock in my mouth while another black man m*****ed my rear end. Oh my god it was so intense and perfect. I knew I was lost to black cock this point. “You love that black dick, don’t you, slut?”I almost didn’t hear him because I was so focused on his cock, it was so big and so thick but he started to pull it from my mouth again so I answered him.”Yes, I fucking love your black dick!”He smiled slyly, he held his cock in my face and I couldn’t help but watch it, desperately craving it.”Please…” I started.He just laughed at me and smacked my face with it. His cum and my spit made it sticky and wet.”You’re our little white slut, aren’t you?”The second man stuffed two fingers in my ass causing me to squeal. He continued to tease me with his cock, the thick black tip tracing my lips. I tried to put my tongue on it but he instead pressed his midnight-black balls in my face, his thick wood pressed up against my nose and forehead. I helplessly lapped at his balls while I chastised myself, asking myself what I was doing. Was I this hopeless? Black dick was all I wanted. The man fingering my ass moved behind me, I heard his pants unbuckle and he said, “this white ass is so tight.”Jason simply sat watching, stroking his small white dick as I was on my hands and knees between two big, black men.I wanted canlı kaçak iddaa more, I wanted him to fuck my ass, I wanted him to pound me and make me squeal. His thick cock slapped my ass. It felt massive and when I turned over my shoulder I just saw his tight, brown body behind me. I never thought I would see that.”Fuck my ass,” I whimpered. “I’m going to wreck this white ass,” he said. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I grinded my ass back against him with a smile on my face.”I want that big black dick up my ass!” I said, instantly sucking the cock in my face.The man behind me spanked me hard and began rubbing his tip up and down between my pale, white cheeks. I never thought I would be here, possessed by d**gs, sucking a fat, black cock while another was preparing to stuff my ass. I loved how dirty this was. I loved being their white slut, I wanted them to use me, to fuck me non-stop, to pump me full of cum. Jason stroked himself and pulled his phone to record me and I loved it. I was so insanely turned on. I wouldn’t stop if my parents walked in on me blowing this black man. Knowing the camera was on me just made me hotter. I was their snowbunny sissy slut and I sucked that black cock like my life depended on it. I even slapped myself with it to his delight but I squealed when I finally felt the second man begin to force himself inside me. He didn’t wear a condom and I didn’t care. He closed my eyes and moaned like a whore as he finally got the tip in my ass.”Fuck! It’s so big!” I cried.They both laughed.”You ain’t never going back to white dick now,” he said, stuffing the last few inches of his black-steel up my ass.”No! Never, I’m a black cock slut only!” I couldn’t believe what I was saying but I meant it.They laughed again. “Tell us how much you love getting turned out by black dick.”I squealed when he pulled out of me. My ass must have been gaping wide, I needed it back inside me.”I fucking love black cock, please…please put it back in!” I begged.”You want this black dick?” “Oh my god, yes! I need that black cock in my ass!”He stuffed it back in and started to pound me. It hurt but I loved it. Every inch. I pressed back against him with every thrust, forcing it all inside me. The cock in front of me was pressed into my mouth, my eyes looked up at him, “suck it, snowbunny.”I loved it. I loved him calling me that, I was a white sissy being fucked at both ends by two hung black men. Spit roasted like a deviant little slut and at that point I never wanted anything else. Just stuff me with cocks…black cocks!Jason filmed as my ass was fucked. He filmed when the cock pulled out and left me gaping, he filmed me sucking the black dick in my face, cum and spit dripping from my mouth. He filmed me moaning and begging for more.”Another white slut for black dicks,” one of them said.The other laughed, “and she didn’t like that nigga dick!”The hand on the back of my head held me in place, I choked for air and when I opened my tearing eyes I saw it was Jason, holding my head while the black man fucked my throat. He must have been nine inches at least, thick. My friend filmed me and held my head so I would choke on black cock; I loved him for that!”Fuck, I’m going to bust,” he said. He pulled the monster out of my throat and jerked himself inches from my face, “I’m going to cum all over that white face.”I gasped for air and begged him to do it with a smile on my lips, “fuck yes, cum all over my face!”Jason got the close up as he shot an ungodly amount of cum on my face, thick and sweet black cum landed on my lips, my cheeks, my chin and some splattered in my hair. I licked my lips, loving the taste, I felt so filthy and he said, “leave canlı kaçak bahis that nut on your face.” I did! My body shuddered, the other one was still fucking my ass and I pressed my ass back against his hot, black thighs. My little tits and my pigtails shook. He spanked me and pounded, pounded and spanked until he pulled out. I was nowhere close to finished and neither was he.He laid back on the bed, “ride this dick, slut.”I giggled and climbed on top of his body, his cock easily slid back into my ass and I started slow, grinding against him before I got comfortable. His hands grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks as I bounced on his cock with reckless abandon.”Fuck yes, I love your big, black cock!” I whimpered. At one point my thighs were burning and I went limp so he picked up the pace, his big balls slapping my ass as he buried his cock deep in my belly. “Fuck that white ass!” he slapped my ass again. He looked up at me, my little tits bouncing, “take that dick snow bunny.””Yes, Daddy!”I had forgotten about Jason filming, I even forgot about the cum dried on my face. I was in heaven on his cock. I loved his hands fondling my ass; I was born to ride black cocks, this was my life!”You ready for this load, slut?””Yes, Daddy, pump my white ass full of cum!””You love black cock, don’t you?””I love black cock! I need it!” I shouted.”Take it, white bitch,” he grunted, his cock stiffened and he gave my red ass one final thrust before I felt an explosion in my ass. Jason got the close up, a massive black cock buried in my rear, his heavy balls twitching as they pumped my stretched hole full of his cum. When he pulled out my hole was gaping wide and his thick, white cum ran endlessly from my hole. I hadn’t even noticed but Jason wrote “BBC ONLY” on my butt in red lipstick! The men got dressed and I gave them my number, they said that wouldn’t be the last time they used me to which I giggled and waved goodbye. I freshened up and begged Jason to find me more black dick and sure enough he had an army of black men coming to fuck me. All he had to say was “there’s a white sissy on ecstasy at my place” and he filmed almost all of them. They fucked my mouth, they fucked my ass, I rode them, black hands on my ass, my pullups stretched around my thighs, their cum dripping from me. I was and have been a BBC slut since that night, fucking any black man that wanted me. If I saw a black man I would lift my dress and flash my ass or my panties. I even got my “queen of spades” tattoo so everyone knew I belonged to black men. I loved it. I loved everyone knowing that I was the cute little goth girl who was a total slut for black men. They would grab my ass in public and I would smile. I’d get dirty looks from time to time but I loved that too! I was a dirty little cum dump for black men and I loved everything that went with it. My ass rarely went a day without a black dick in it. They loved cumming in my ass or on my white face. They called me their little snowbunny slut when I rode them, they told me I was born to take black cocks and I would enthusiastically agree! I was! My white ass had more black dicks then a porn star. They would fuck me in groups, one at a time…it didn’t matter. I had more black men cum in my mouth and face then anyone, a total slut. I loved the expression white guys made when I told them I only fucked black guys. Who would have thought? A pale, white gothic sissy; black hair in pigtails, pink panties or pullups…being used by every black man I could. I even saw myself online once! Sucking a black cock and being bent over and fucked raw. I don’t know who recorded it but I didn’t care. All I need these days is a black cock in my ass or my mouth (or both!); I found my pullups became necessary because I was almost always leaking cum out of my ass! I still don’t know what I like more…having them cum all over my white face or in my white ass…I just love being me: a white slut for black cock!

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SLUTWIFE SECRETARY – CHAPTER 4: THE PHOTOGRAPHERdeletedCHAPTER 4: THE PHOTOGRAPHERBill was so pleased with how well the newest member of our little family (Tucker, the large Doberman Pinscher he brought back from a road trip) had fit in and the success of my training methods, that he devised another surprise for me. A surprise that was humiliating and embarrassing, but intensely erotic and exciting, too.Tucker was an amazing a****l. Or, I was an excellent trainer. It was probably a combination of the two. I found through research, and the intimate time I spent with Tucker confirmed it, that Doberman Pinschers are people-oriented and quite affectionate when socialized and trained, which Tucker had been. They are very loyal and some tend to bond only to one person. That was what we found. We weren’t too surprised since Bill is frequently gone and I am the one who takes care of him; food, cleaning, training, walks, and, of course, special time. And, with the additional training I have worked with him on, he is exceedingly attentive and responsive to me. It isn’t as though he ignores Bill. Tucker responds to Bill’s commands just fine, but he can now easily be around me inside or outside without causing a problem.I was in the backyard when Bill came home. This was a week when he had local routes but this day dragged on for him when one of the drop-off sites wasn’t ready to unload him. Given his phone call apologizing, I had dinner in the oven staying warm while I decided to tend to one of the flower beds. Tucker, as usual these days, was near my side and at the moment lying near me chewing on a twig he found underneath one of the trees. He had a well-used rope toy in plain view but the twig held some unique interest at the moment. I was only in sheer-lace panties, my large tits swaying beneath me with every movement. Tucker and I had achieved training to the point where he only needed to recognize a single piece of clothing on my bottom to know he should not ‘bother’ me. As long as that was the case, he appeared to be another family dog.I heard Bill exit the house through the sliding door. I reached over to Tucker and wrestled the stick away from. As soon as I had it in my hands, he sat up straight, every muscle seeming to quiver in anticipation of it being thrown. I threw it, but in Bill’s direction. The dog was a streak of black, only to be brought to a stop by Bill who had his hand up and a sharp, “Sit!”. Bill bent over for the stick as I started towards them. Tucker’s tail was even quivering because he knew Bill would likely throw the stick further than I would and the chase would be on.After Bill threw the stick, I slipped into his arm, one of his hands slipping into the waist of my panty and another cupping and lifting a tit as we kissed. Tucker returned with the stick, his tail wagging furiously for more, but we were headed for the house. I bent over to Tucker’s food bowl and handed it to Bill. He gave me that, ‘Who is the submissive around here?’ look, but scooped out the food as I went to the kitchen to put our dinner on the table.I ran to the bedroom to wash up, brushed out my hair, slipped on a sheer negligee and heels, and hurried to the dining room where Bill was pouring some wine. He turned at hearing my heels on the hardwood floor of the dining room.“My, God … you have to be the most beautiful woman in the world.”I blushed. Despite the change in our relationship, he still maintained attentiveness to my needs. “Thank you, sir, but I hardly think that could be true.” He started to protest, but I stopped him with a kiss. “It is nice, if you think so.” He smiled.Bill liked me to be naked or exposed at home. He kept the lights on at night, the blinds or curtains open to the front of the house. He would have me answer the door, if someone came with a delivery. The only caveat was to not cause too much of a scene with the neighbors so I would peek out to check who was at the door before opening it. If it was someone we didn’t want to expose me to, I kept a covering in the coat closet by the door. Bill just liked my body and liked to see it, especially the sway of my tits, how my nipples would harden, and the slut-mark, as he called it, when my cunt leaked and left a mark on a chair. He especially liked that.Bill had something to say and he seemed to be waiting for an appropriate opening in our lazy conversation. I had kept the conversation going about what I wanted to do next in the yard, but finally decided to stop teasing him and let the silence settle.“I want to redecorate the bedroom,” he began. I looked at him with interest and mild surprise. He rarely showed interest in how the house was decorated or furnished. “I want to use a series of pictures … professional pictures.” Okay, I can see what’s coming. He wants some boudoir pictures of me for display. But, hanging nude pictures of me wasn’t enough for Bill. “I’ve contacted a professional photographer who specializes in confidential, distinctive subject matter.”I leaned forward, my elbows and tits resting on the table. That always gave him pause, like I was serving up my tits to him. “Just how ‘distinctive’, sir?”He chuckled, “Very … I love what we have here, Carol. I love you more than anything. When I leave for a trip, long or short, I have a feeling of emptiness, but that it filled with a welling up of anticipation of returning to having you, again … my goddess.”I giggled, “Your goddess? Your submissive, slut goddess?”He chuckled, “Well, that’s just how special of a goddess you are.” I smiled and took his hand. “And, as I said many times, Tucker has brought another dimension to all of this.”“So … your submissive, slut, bitch goddess?” He smiled. He did like to watch Tucker and me. “Sir, exactly what kind of photos are you thinking about?”“You two.”When we pulled into a parking space at the strip mall in front of a fairly non-descript storefront, it looked like any small photography studio. The windows on either side of the door displayed the typical formal photographs of weddings, anniversaries, special occasions, graduations, and the chronicling of families over time. There was nothing suggesting the type we were interested in.We purposely arrived a little early. Bill went into the shop while I took Tucker to a small strip of grass and gravel. He sniffed nearly every object sticking out of the ground until he found just the right one, then raised his leg to do his business. As Tucker was taking care of his needs, I noticed Bill in the open door. When he saw me looking at him, he nodded, I nodded back, but patiently waited on Tucker.Inside with Bill was a man in his early 30’s, fairly non-descript in appearance and several inches shorter than Bill. He introduced himself while shaking my hand and nervously watching Tucker who sat watching him right back. He went to the outside door while informing us that he was intentionally working the shop by himself that afternoon to insure our privacy. While assuring us of that, he locked güvenilir bahis the door and hung a sign indicating the shop was closed until 5:00 PM giving us several hours of privacy.He showed us into a studio already setup for a shoot. The background, as previously agreed upon, was solid white, floor and backing. I thought that would be a stark contrast for Tucker’s dark features, making him stand out in particular. The photographer agreed; it should be quite striking.He turned to me, still keeping a close eye on Tucker much to my amusement. “Your husband has indicated that this will be of you alone as you are undressing, then you and the … ah … and the dog. I’ve never done this before. The dog, I mean. I mean … I mean the dog … I mean with you …”I chuckled, “You can say it. Afterall, I do it. The dog licking me.” He nodded.“Okay … so, when we begin with you getting undressed, it is important that you do it slowly. I may have you stop at certain moments or even put something back on to capture a moment I missed. Stripping for the camera is very different and very slow. Then, your husband wants shots of you posing.” He looked to Bill for confirmation, “We’ll want to work poses leading to some very explicit shots of you exposing your body.” I looked at Bill and he gave me a very naughty smile. We hadn’t talked about that, but it was nothing compared to being licked by Tucker for the camera.Bill was standing to the side as the photographer discussed the first set with me. It would be my stripping for the camera and also leading to the set for posing as Bill desired. Then, I would be posing with Tucker before we finally had the last set with me being licked by Tucker. I told the photographer he would need to be ready to take his shots because there was no slowing down the dog once he got going. He said not to worry because he would have several cameras set up to take shots and two videos, all per Bill.I walked to Bill to give him Tucker’s leash. I was dressed in my standard attire for the office: buttoned white blouse, mid-thigh tight skirt, lacy bra and panty set, dark thigh-high stockings and heels. My hair was piled on my head to allow my face to always be visible. Bill reached his hand around my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.“I will be selecting particular shots for framing in the bedroom. Anyone seeing them will be left with no question as to the slut you are. Think about that while you are in front of his camera. Leave no question that you are a slut.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “I want you to turn him on through that camera lens. Make him hard. Make him desire to fuck you, need to fuck you.” He smiled as he kissed me, again. “Whether I let him or not … we’ll have to see at the end.” He then gave my ass a sharp slap.I looked back to him, “Yes, sir.” I have been fucking the guys in the office, Jimmy, and Tucker licking me. Will the photographer be the first true stranger I will be given to? My mantra for the next while: make him desire to fuck me, need to fuck me.It was exceedingly difficult to be seductive and enticing in a strip when every moment or so I was being told to hold that position, turn this way or that, look down, long at the camera, etc. How the hell could this be enticing? I had little doubt the pictures would be, but the moment of doing it wasn’t. But I tried. I hesitated as my fingers loosened buttons on my blouse, bending over to allow the open blouse to gap open. Unhooking my bra, I turned to glance over my shoulder as though the camera was intruding or a voyeur. I glanced at the camera with lowered eyes as the bra slowly slid down my arms. I did similar things with the skirt. I teased the panties down ever so slowly before letting them drop to the floor, then bending over with my back to the camera to pick them up with straight legs bending at the waist only, my feet parted shoulder width.Now that I was only in stockings and heels, the photographer gave me a short break. I walked to Bill, stooped to pet Tucker and promise his turn was coming, then stood up to search Bill’s face. Wordlessly I sought the answers to my beseeching expressions: how was it, sir? did I do well, sir? And, the most important, are you happy, sir?Once I stood up from Tucker, he took me into his arms, his hands moving over my bare back and butt. “Damn, Carol, that was hot!” It didn’t feel that way to me with the stops and holds. “You had me turned on and I see you like this all the time. But, did you see him? Maybe you didn’t because he would turn away from you … he was adjusting his hard cock.” He kissed me hard. “I am so proud of my slut.” I wrapped my arms around him and mashed my lips against his.The next set were the poses and I discovered a reason for him wanting a break. He had a camera ready with a closeup lens hanging around his neck. He took shots as I moved standing up. I bent over like before and I heard the clicking of the camera. Then, “Hold it like that. Feet further apart … good, just like that.” Click. Click. Pause. I felt and heard him move in closer … click, click, click. “Bend further … good … look at me through your legs … great! Hold.” His camera with the closeup lens was a foot from my cunt and ass. I knew I was wet. “Spread your feet …” Click, click. Was he getting my open cunt?He moved me to my knees. Bending over, my tits hanging beneath. Lifting a tit. Facing him on my knees, a tit held out as if in offering. My hand dropped to the floor, staring at the camera, mouth opening, my neck stretching out as if reaching for something … something hard … something for my mouth … or cunt.I was in my own zone, now. The photographer moved with me, clicking frantically, maybe afraid to inhibit me. I moved to sit on the floor, spreading my legs wide. Again, he switched cameras and move in close, very close. It was so obscene. Would Bill even use one of these closeups for the wall? I felt like I might cum thinking about a blown-up picture of my open and wet cunt hanging in our room. Turn him on. That’s what Bill instructed. I bent my knees, splaying them out to the sides. More clicks. My fingers grasped the inner cunt lips, spreading them, stretching them apart. Click. Click, click, click. I used the third finger to hold the lip open and the index finger slid down the slit … to the hole … the open, gaping hole. Click. Click, click, click.The photographer pulled back and moved to my tits. Closeup … click. I lifted the tit up; his eye came from behind the camera to see what I was doing. I pulled the tit up further, my mouth opening, my lips taking the raised nipple of my large tit. Click, click, click. I dropped my tit and it bounced on my chest. For a moment his eyes watched the jiggling flesh of my tit. Then he looked up. My lips slightly parted. Click. My lips puckered as if to kiss the camera. Click, click. My tongue tip coming out as if searching. Click.While he was focused on my lips, my fingers were probing my cunt. I had to. I needed to. He heard a squish. türkçe bahis He looked and repositioned. Closeup. Click, click, click. My finger came out of my wet cunt to stroke my clit, the finger glistening with my juice. Click, click, click.He moved back a couple steps, changed back to the regular camera. Click. My finger on my cunt, another pinching a nipple, both nipples erect, my chest and face flushed, my eyes glazed, and my mouth parted. Click, click, click.The photographer wanted a break to think about adding the dog. I fell back onto the floor. I looked at Bill and pleaded, “Sir! Sir, I have to cum! Please …”The photographer spun around unprepared. He moved back to me as Bill gave me the okay. I crammed three fingers into my cunt, curling the middle one. As all three drove in and out of my sopping hole, the middle one sought the g-spot. My hips shot into the air as my finger found the spot. My back arched with my hips off the floor, my stomach and leg muscles staining as if I was trying to raise my cunt as high as the orgasmic pleasure rising through my body. I cried out with uninhibited joy and pleasure as it hit me and it was several minutes before my body relaxed to rest again on the floor.Tucker was next. In a way, he was to be a ploy for me to pose to. And, for much of the set that was the way it worked until it was noticed that his reddish cock was poking out. At that point, I played to it with a variety of poses and playful reaction ranging from looks of curiosity, to longing, and shock, all the while naked without the stockings but still wearing heels (Bill’s personal preference).That set degenerated pretty quickly, though.I put Tucker on the floor to lay next to him, then shifting with my head on his chest. Tucker twisted his head to me, his tongue coming out to lick my face, then my tongue coming out to touch his. Click, click. Again, Bill’s voice, “Now, let the dog lick you.”I rolled onto my back, my legs raised and spread, my hands under my knees holding them apart. Tucker scrambled to his feet, anxious for the cunt he has become so familiar with. His tongue swiped the full length of my cunt on the first try. I shivered and gasped. Click, click, click.“Don’t cum, yet, slut.”I gasped and panted. I was soooooo close. My cunt was running with my juice and that encouraged Tucker even more to continue licking it up. But, the more he licked, the more juice flowed from my gaping, pulsing cunt. He licked and licked. His tongue, in that way only his seems to do, curled and sunk into my gasping cunt opening. I cried out, gasping, moaning and groaning.“Sir? Please? He has enough pictures … sir?”“Yes, slut … cum now for the camera.”My entire body seemed to quaked as my body exploded. I had never cum like that from Tucker’s licking and understood the aphrodisiac power of exhibitionism, embarrassment, and humiliation.I was sprawled on the floor, Tucker nearby wagging his tail as usual after attending to me. I weakly rose to my knees and took him into my arms, cooing into his ear, kissing his head, and stroking his back and neck. All the while I heard the sounds of his camera relentlessly documenting it all. Click, click, click … Bill’s next instruction almost sent me into another orgasm, “Slut, you came on Tucker’s tongue. Time to return the favor, isn’t it?”I glanced at the photographer who was looking stunned at what he just witnessed, but more by what he just heard. He looked in disbelief at Bill, me, and the dog. When I commanded Tucker to lay on the floor, the photographer scrambled to get himself and camera into position. When he took this appointment, I doubted he ever thought it would lead to such erotic shots. I know I didn’t.Tucker lay on the floor, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling out of his excitedly panting mouth. I glanced at Bill one more time, just to make sure he really was serious. His expression of expectation hadn’t changed. I had let the tongue lick me to orgasm several times since Bill brought him home, but it had never gone beyond that. Bill had never pushed until now and now it was in front of a stranger. God, I was so hot, though. And, it wasn’t just because I had just orgasmed. This was exhibitionism to the extreme. It is one thing to be caught naked at the office and another thing to have sex before someone you don’t know.With Tucker in place, I nuzzled into his head and neck, a common, intimate expression I give to the dog. We have bonded very well and I have enjoyed petting him and he seems to enjoy receiving pets from me. This was going to be different, more intimate still, and I needed to approach it with caution. Despite our bonding, I didn’t want him to become scared or overtly nervous and suddenly react. One of us could be hurt and it would most certainly be me.As I nuzzled his neck, one hand stroked his head and chest as the other one moved to his belly, stroking further and further down until my hand was between his hind legs. I carefully avoid contact with his sheath for the moment, letting him gain comfort with my touch in this new place. His head rose and looked, but quickly resettled to the floor after giving me a couple quick licks on my face. I giggled. It was like, to me, getting appreciative, anticipatory kisses.I was no longer checking the other men in the room. This was now between Tucker and me. The others were out of my mind, as surprising as that was. I raised my head to watch my hand as it moved alongside the sheath, then made a careful, gentle, glancing touch as it continued rubbing his body down there. I could see the reddish tip showing from the sheath. I wasn’t surprised by the shape or color. I had done my research on-line. I knew this day was coming even if I wasn’t consciously prepared to admit or accept it before. I knew it had been in Bill’s mind when he brought the dog home. I believed in my heart he might have been thinking about the dog licking me, but deep down, even u*********sly, there was much more potential that excited him. And, given my current acceptance, u*********sly for me, too.I watched the reddish cock slowly show as my fingers were now directly stroking the sheath. I read that any cock coming from a sheath is sensitive to dry touch so I avoided directly stroking the emerging cock. Instead, I moved my head, still stroking the dog’s chest and side as I moved my mouth closer to the cock tip until my tongue could touch it. Two things made an immediate impact on me: Tucker flinched but didn’t really move; and, I could taste his pre-cum forming liberally at the tip. It was watery, more so than men, and a slightly tangy taste. It was fine, not much different than the difference that man-cum can taste between different men.I left a hand on Tucker’s side as I took the tip of his cock between my lips. I could feel the pre-cum forming, again. I sucked at the tip and took it into my mouth, moved it around my mouth with my tongue and swallow. As this was happening, the cock continued to grow into my mouth güvenilir bahis siteleri and I took more and more past my lips. Soon, I had several inches of dog-cock in my mouth and I started moving my lips down and up on the cock like I would with a man. It was a cock … just a cock. I sucked, twirled my tongue, and fucked my mouth over the shaft. More and more cock came into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard as I pulled my mouth back and off. I looked at the cock before me. Tucker seemed to be doing fine, his breathing heavy with the rise and fall of his chest and slight whimpers that came from his throat, but no overt reactions to indicate any distress.It looked like the pictures I found on-line: reddish, pointy-tipped, and growing fatter and thicker. There were probably four to five inches exposes. I wondered how big he might be and very curious about what the knot, the ball of flesh the dog forms, would actually look like. I returned my mouth to the cock to experience it all, including treating Tucker to having me take his seed into my stomach. I lost myself quickly to satisfying the dog. I sucked him with the same energy and dedication I gave Bill or the other guys I have been given to. Turning me into his submissive slut has taken me to a level of sexual fervor I hadn’t imagined. Bill was right, I loved cock. I love it in my mouth, cunt, and ass. I was going to do this and it didn’t matter if there was someone else watching.I felt the bulge growing inside the sheath before I recognized in my mind what it was. The knot formed but I was too intent on the cock and the pulsing I felt from it. I sucked hard and the dog flexed his hips at my mouth, an involuntary reaction fucking action in preparation to ejaculation and seeding. I pulled my mouth back in preparation so just the tip was in my mouth and was shocked when the first spurt released into my mouth. Warm cum, warmer than a man’s, waterier and more volume, about double that of most man-cum. I swallowed, gulping really, and just in time before the next spurt of cum, then the next and next. I continued to suck and continued to receive cum, though now it seemed to be leaking out rather than spurting. I finally pulled my mouth from his cock and gazed down at it. The knot was right there and it seemed huge. Would a woman really be able to take that inside? Would that tear? I giggled. We give birth, don’t we? I tentatively touched the knot, then spread some remaining leakage of cum on my fingers and took the knot in my hand. Ethan is big, bigger than any other cock I take. The knot might be bigger, but I suspected the shape forcing inside rather than gradually would be the difference. I shuddered. Just considering all this almost gave me an orgasm!A moment later, Bill was at my side. “You did well, Carol. I wasn’t sure you would do it. Was it embarrassing to do all that in front of a stranger?”“Yes, sir, it was. It excited me, though, because it would be pleasing you. At first, sir, I was doing it just for you … because you desire it … but then … then I became consumed by it. You are pleased, aren’t you, sir? You aren’t disgusted by me?”“You did, indeed, please me, my sweet slut. I am very pleased. I did desire this and it wasn’t disgusting, but exciting. We stretched you further, today.” I smiled and nodded. “Now, another stretch. You have made the photography uncomfortably hard.” I looked at him and he simply maintained his look at me. “Yes, sir.”I rose to my knees and crawled to the photographer. He heard me coming and turned, looking curiously at me. I knelt before him, “Thank you, sir. My husband and I will be anxious to see your work.” He nodded. I put my hand to his crotch and he flinched. I smiled. “You seemed to have enjoyed your work, sir …” I undid his belt and zipper, sliding his pants down. I think he was dumbfounded right up to the point that my hand brought his hard cock to my mouth at which point he gasped and groaned. Within only minutes and not a word coming from him, I was swallowing his cum.I cleaned up in the studio’s restroom. Bill was taking me to a nice meal on the way home. I tried cleaning my cunt and rinsing my mouth as best I could. I didn’t think it appropriate to smell like a freshly fucked woman in a nice restaurant.During dinner, Bill asked quietly, “So … how do you feel about that?”“The pictures, sir?” He nodded. “Thrilled, sir. It was very exciting.” The strange man, he asked. “Oh, yes, sir! Very exciting. Embarrassing! But, exciting, too.” I looked into his eyes, “You are right, sir, about exhibitionism. I feel it in the office frequently when I walk from one office to another partially dressed or naked. I feel it in the backyard and around the house. It is very exciting and arousing. Today, though, was even higher. His camera was only inches from my …” I looked around us, “… from my cunt and Tucker in my mouth.” I knew I blushed even if it was too dark for Bill to see.He smiled and held my hand lovingly. “I keep pushing you. Just checking that you are still okay with it all.”I shook my head, “Stop worrying, sir! I want to satisfy all your desires and fantasies. I have given myself fully to you! Don’t hesitate … push my boundaries … stretch my comfort. It is what we both want, sir.”Bill took my words to heart. Over the next weeks, Bill added a few more of his friends as lovers for me, though Jimmy remained the only one who was invited to share me when Bill wasn’t home. The men who now would be on a list of lovers, if I had such a list (Bill might, though), had grown to eight, including the four at work. I was seldom in need of cock, it seemed. Though, it was a strange thing. Bill and I talked about it. The more cock that used me, the more cock I was comfortable taking. If I were expecting a point of, ‘okay, I have my fill’, it didn’t seem to happen. I might fuck all the guys at work once or twice during a day, then go home to find Bill and Jimmy waiting. And, I was never not excited by the prospect of more. I was wet in anticipation every morning I went to the office. On weekends, I was perpetually wet in anticipation of Bill and Tucker. And, what made it all the more exciting was Bill directing it all. He gave me ideas and instructions to try on the guys at work. He brought guys home without warning. And, I’ve never wanted to even consider looking back. I love it all and always anxious to see what Bill might do next.A couple weeks after the photo-shoot, I was leading Bill and Bob (another of Bill’s friends) into our bedroom by their hard cocks. We had already fucked in the family room, recovered with more beer, when Bill suggested a double penetration. He always enjoyed suggesting that, especially when there was someone new involved in fucking me. All of his friends are super considerate and appreciative of the opportunity and feel fortunate to get into my body, but when Bill suggests a DP, invariably their eyes bug-out in surprise.But, as I brought the guys into the bedroom, it was the first time Bob had joined us there. It was the first time he saw the new pictures covering our bedroom walls.“Holy shit! These are so hot!” I thought that said it all.* * CHAPTER 5: MEETING JERRY’S WIFE will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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My first sounding experience with JohnAs a young man, I worked at the construction site after school to earn some money. Many guys of my age did that and there was a lot of work. We drove across the country to the various construction sites and earned good money until it went to the next construction site. As foreman John had been assigned to us. He was then a man of about 35 years and about 15 years older than us guys. John was a tall man, very muscular. He had very broad shoulders and a narrow hips with a small muscular ass. His chest was very hairy. He had nice big nipples, and his hair ran out over the navel to make a nice dark bush again in the genital area. John knew exactly how he had to deal with us guys, so that the work was always punctual and tidy finished. We were all young and always horny. The least had a girlfriend, so we jerked almost every day to relieve some pressure. And John knew exactly how he could make us horny. He told us at work and in the evening drinking beer from his sex adventures and so we almost always had a hard cock when we heard these stories. It described very vividly how he stimulated with his fingers and his tongue moist warm pussy lips of his girl friend and brought her clitoris to swell before he pushed his big plump glans into her wet vagina or deflowered her anally. My cock tends to secrete precum incessantly when I’m horny. So I often had a wet underpants, after John had told us about his love affairs again, and I had to go in between for lust to the toilet to jerk off and squirt a load of cum. One day we got a new job and I was supposed to go there alone with John to prepare everything. As always, I was already very horny on the sex stories of John. When I was alone with him then, John asked me how many times I fuck or jerk off my cock. I was embarrassed at first, but then told him about a few beers all about my constant lust. It seemed to please John that I often jerked off secretly. He told me that he was just as horny at my age and that he tried a lot of perverted games. We had a room with shower and toilet and each a bed. The beds were pushed together like a double bed. I jerked with lust in the evening secretly in bed and hoped that John did not notice. The next day, John told me about how he has always tried new jerking techniques. Amazingly, this made me as horny as the women’s stories, and I fear that John also noticed my permanent erection. One of my responsibilities was to provide John with the necessary tools when he needed them. When he asked for a long screwdriver and I gave him the tool, he said that this would be a nice toy to insert into his hard cock. I asked him in amazement, if a man could do such a thing and that this would hurt a lot. He explained to me that for the first time at my age he put a rod like this screwdriver in his urethra and that he has not known anything hotter since then to bring himself illegal bahis to orgasm. I imagined it very painful and still had a huge erection and a wet spot in my pants when John told me about it. The screwdriver he spoke about was about 20 cm long and 1 cm thick. I told him that he can push this screwdriver but at most a few inches in the cock. However, John said that he can insert that tool in full length without hurting himself and that this would be very horny. I absolutely did not believe this, so he suggested showing it to me. He persuaded me to bet. If he inserts this screwdriver all the way into his urethra, I would have lost and would have to bring him to cum. If I was right, he would bring me to orgasm. I was sure that I would win, and decided to ask John to suck my dick, as he had done with the clits of his girlfriends. We agreed to take a quick shower after work and then see who won the betting over a few beers. I could not wait for the work to end and was looking forward to John jerking off and sucking my dick. My cock was permanently hard and the wet spot in my pants was getting bigger. After work we went to our room. John suggested we take a shower together and he shows me how to prepare his cock. At first I did not want to, because I was still stiff. But John told me that he had already noticed my permanent erection and he had seen enough stiff cocks. So I let myself be persuaded, and we undressed. I secretly looked at John’s cock and realized that he had a huge floppy dick. He had only a partial erection and his foreskin was rolled back fully so that I could see his beautiful plump glans. My own cock was stiff and I tried to hide it with my hands. John soaped his huge penis well and washed it very thoroughly. He also cleaned his butt and his asshole with a lot of soap. Then he dried himself off. After this he wetted his cock and butt with a lot of colorless skin lotion and massaged the cream into the skin. He pushed an extra portion of this cream from the tube into his piss slit. I noticed how my hard cock twitched with lust when I watched John and he explained to me that before the insertion of a toy into the urethra much lubricant must be used. Then we went naked back to our room and opened a beer. While drinking, John took the huge screwdriver out of a bag. I asked him to hold this tool next to his cock. The screwdriver was at least 5 cm longer than John’s semi-erected penis and the diameter was at least as large as the piss slit of John. John started to lube the screwdriver as well. I told him again that this huge tool cannot fit in his cock and that he might still hurt himself. But John just laughed and said that I’m going to be amazed. He sat down on the bed right in front of me so that I could watch the penetration of his urethra right in front of me. His balls hung limply in the sack between his legs and over them there was John’s illegal bahis siteleri beautiful big cock. After he finished lubricating, he lifted his cock and spread his well-smeared urethral opening with his left hand. Then he took the screwdriver in his right hand and gently put the tip into his pee slit. He explained to me that he does not have to apply pressure, but that the tool will slide down by gravity into his urethra. And in amazement, I actually saw the tip of the screwdriver disappear into John’s urethra opening, and the whole thing slowly sank deeper and deeper into John’s semi erect penis. I could see exactly how John’s urethra bulged slightly when the screwdriver penetrated her. John breathes a little faster and whispered that it feels so horny. I noticed his penis actually growing a bit more even as the tool penetrated deeper and deeper. Soon the screwdriver had reached the visible penis root and I was amazed that he was still slipping deeper into John’s beautiful cock. Now it had to be already under the scrotum and John gasped with excitement. Soon after, the screwdriver came to a halt, and the steel rod was only an inch out of the piss slit. I was shocked and pleased at the same time because I would have won the bet if it did not go on. I asked John and he told me to try and push the screwdriver even further. My cock was throbbing with excitement, and a thick drop of precum dripped to the floor. I touched the screwdriver and heard John moan in pleasure. Carefully, I pressed against the handle and immediately the tool continued to penetrate until the handle touched John’s pee slit. I could not believe that this long rod was completely in John’s urethra. I had to admit that I had lost my bet. John now demanded redemption from me, and I could see the extreme excitement that caused the rod in his cock and the anticipation of a great orgasm in him. I asked John if he could feel the end of the screwdriver in his body. John only groaned “very deeply” and asked me to feel the end and to stimulate him there. I had already observed that the screwdriver had penetrated far into the inner urethra. So I first looked under the scrotum. I raised John’s big balls and spread his sack so I could feel the urethra in the middle. I felt the hard steel filling the body opening there and John enjoyed my touch and moaned louder and louder. Then he spread his thighs and told me to examine his dam. I felt his urethra further in the direction of his anus. His hairy anus was now well visible and I noticed how the thought of a touch of this tight sphincter made my penis twitch again. John whispered to me that I should go on, because he had long since noticed how I was getting horny of his body and his cock. Carefully, I touched John’s perineum behind the scrotum and felt the hard steel. Slowly I slided backwards along the urethra and could feel the end of the canlı bahis siteleri screwdriver just in the near of the anus. I saw John’s anus start to twitch as I pressed the screwdriver in place. John moaned in pleasure and whispered to me to continue rubbing him there. Then he asked me to lick his butt hole and put a finger in his anus to feel the screwdriver from the inside as well. I was already so horny that I put my lips on the small pink anus of John without hesitation and began to kiss him anal. John started to gasp in sync and shouted louder that I should not stop licking his asshole. My tongue slided over the tender pink skin of John’s anus. My cock was dripping lots of precum, and under me a small puddle of mucus had already collected. John’s tight sphincter twitched between my lips under the touch of my tongue and soon it was wet and slippery. I pressed the index finger of my left hand on the anus of John and was amazed that this willingly opened and my finger slipped into it. I quickly felt his rectum wall down to his stomach and found the hard steel stuck in John’s urethra. John now asked me to fuck his penis with the screwdriver. I grabbed the handle of the screwdriver with my right hand and pulled it slowly out of John’s cock a few inches. Then I pushed back in the opposite direction and felt the hard steel penetrate deep into John and squeeze through the rectum wall against my finger into John’s butt. John moaned with pleasure and told me to continue. It was so hot to fuck this big strong man that I worked faster and faster with the screwdriver in John’s urethra. I myself was also very horny and felt that my cock was also just close to cum. John moaned loudly in ecstasy with each thrust of the screwdriver in his urethra. Suddenly I felt John’s anus contract tightly around my finger and then start to twitch wildly. John screamed “I’m coming” and I could feel in his anus how his genitals were trying to pump sperm. But John’s cock was blocked by the screwdriver, so he had an incredible dry orgasm and his whole body twitched. I could not hold back my own cum any longer and felt that my cock started to ejaculate as well. My cum squirted out of my rock hard penis and wetted the scrotum and penis of John. We groaned and screamed both in an incredible orgasm. After the orgasm had subsided, I slowly pulled my finger out of the sweet little asshole of John. John looked tired and asked me to gently pull the screwdriver out of his body. I gripped the handle with my right hand and slowly pulled it upwards. I was amazed again, what a length John could take in his cock. Soon I saw the urethra contracting slightly on John’s cock after the screwdriver was removed. With a blob finally broke the tip out of John’s pee slit and a warm thick jet of sperm shot from the now no longer blocked penis of John in my face. I was surprised and licked my lips clean while John laughed loudly. He kissed me and also tasted his sperm in my face. Then he assured me that this sex was incredibly hot for him and that we should definitely repeat that. And he promised to help me to insert such a big screwdriver also into my urethra.

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Grand-pèreL’idée m’a effleuré que je pourrais être jugé. Que j’avais fait quelque chose de mal. Enfin que ma loyauté tout au moins pouvait être mise en doute. La victime principale était mon frère. Mon grand frère. Il est à préciser tout de suite que je ne l’ai jamais aimé. Je lui voue quasiment une jalousie pathologique. Bref mes scrupules et mes remords seraient ici débiles et insincères. Loin de regretter je me réjouis au contraire de lui avoir joué un si mauvais tour. Ainsi suis-je fier de cet exploit. Il m’a pour ainsi dire libéré et ouvert une nouvelle ère dans mon existence.J’avais alors seize ans. Mon frérot dix ans de plus. A l’époque il collectionnait les nanas nous infligeant tous les mois une nouvelle maîtresse et conquête. Il les ramassait dans le ruisseau pour reprendre les termes de ma mère laquelle goûtait peu ses brus. Il est vrai que mon frère avait une prédilection pour les garces. Lydia cependant l’emportait sur toutes les autres. Je me souviens tout à fait la première fois où cette brune sorcière nous fut présentée. Outre qu’elle arborait fièrement sa quarantaine, elle incarnait parfaitement le genre vulgaire qui écume volontiers un trottoir.Quasi en toute saison elle portait des bas noirs, des escarpins et une jupe courte. Je ne pense pas avoir jamais vu son visage départi de maquillage. Son regard quand il s’agissait d’un mâle de quelqu’âge qu’il fut, semblait vous jauger et vous déshabiller. Vous sembliez un amant potentiel ou aurais-je dire un client. Il y avait certes le risque que tout cela fut de notre part un vilain préjugé et que cette créature en réalité se comportât bien. Hélas nous eûmes vent bientôt que nos appréhensions n’étaient vaines. Quelques mâles de la famille commencèrent à rouler dans la fange.Ce fut d’abord les plus âgés. Je mets à part la vantardise nécessaire du mâle. Chez celui-ci il y a propension à multiplier ses conquêtes et à proclamer partout ses bonnes fortunes. Cependant au cas particulier il suffisait d’observer pour voir qu’entre les comparses on avait couché et établi la connivence des pervers. Ce fut d’abord mon oncle, coureur patenté. Dès le premier jour il vit l’opportunité de circonvenir la garce. Il s’en était ouvert et vanté à Mario, un pote de mon âge avec qui il tapait la balle de tennis. Il avait un matin emmené la coquine à la gare.Allant au plus pressé il avait doctement posé sa main sur la cuisse de la dame, celle-ci loin de s’en offusquer avait pris la chose en plaisanterie. Bref au bout de la troisième rue après qu’il eût stoppé le véhicule, ils s’embrassaient. Elle le branlait déjà et acceptait de le sucer. Elle ne vit nulle inconvénient à ce qu’il prit aussitôt son plaisir. Mini-jupe oblige, le fil du string fut hâtivement écarté et la bite introduite. Il put lâcher la purée. Tout cela fut nettoyé tant bien que mal. Du sperme menaçant de couler sur le bas. Enfin il avait obtenu la chose assez facilement.Mon frère grand jaloux, faisait à sa miss de pathétiques scènes au su de tous. Elle le rembarrait effrontément. Il en était accro ne pouvant se résoudre à licencier la gueuse et la menteuse. Il était la risée de tous. Notre mère n’avait de cesse de le convaincre de se reprendre. De faire montre d’un autre courage. Il regardait les mâles de la maison et du voisinage comme des potentiels rivaux. güvenilir bahis Plus d’une fois furent évité la rixe et le coup de poing. La garce avait débauché beaucoup de monde. Je ne fus pas peu étonné cependant que mon grand-père lui-même y mit sa marque.Je le sus d’autant que je fus dans la confidence et quelque part témoin de la chose. En effet je vins un soir à me répandre sur ma belle sœur qui partout semait le désordre et la zizanie. Le papy m’expliqua que c’était l’archétype de la femme facile. N’importe quel gars pouvait en disposer. Je lui fis remarquer par malice qu’avec ses soixante-cinq balais, il serait sûrement éconduit. Il me dit que j’étais un sot et un puceau. Que je méconnaissais ce genre de garce. Bref nous chauffant l’un l’autre cela lui parut comme un défi. Nous en vînmes à parier. Il ne se proposait pas moins de la sauter.Le papy était un vicieux. Il insista pour que je me cache en un coin pour vérifier son exploit. Il allait la recevoir dans son salon. Il m’assurait à tout le moins que j’assisterais au début. Bien que je fus passablement excité, je protestai en un premier temps. J’incitais mon grand-père à devoir y renoncer. J’étais prêt en effet à le croire sur parole. Puis voyant sa résolution je trouvais inconvenant le rôle de voyeur. Bref nous disputâmes longtemps. Je cédais à la fin de guerre lasse. La scène se passa un soir. Papy m’avait ménagé une place confortable au creux de l’armoire.Je voyais suffisamment de ce salon. Notamment le canapé où la miss allait s’asseoir et de dos le fauteuil où le grand-père ferait de même. Moi-même étais-je assis sur un tabouret pour ne pas souffrir de fourmis dans les jambes. Le son de la télé était fort afin de couvrir éventuellement les bruits que je générerais. L’embêtant est que je ne pus saisir le principal de la conversation. Les gestes du moins étaient éloquents. Ceux de madame du moins car l’oncle je le répète était caché par son fauteuil. L’un, l’autre s’envoyait allègrement du Whisky. Cela préludait au pire.Elle était plus maquillée que nature. Elle semblait ridicule telle une poupée tragique. Elle se perdait en mimiques n’ayant d’autres objets que de subjuguer le mâle en face d’elle. J’eus l’impression ce jour-là qui lui importait peu de savoir la qualité de son vis-à-vis. Seul comptait qu’il fut du sexe opposé avec une bite entre les cuisses bien en état de fonctionner. Mon papy avait vu juste. Le mot de pute n’était assez fort pour la qualifier. A présent elle avait renoncé à balancer l’escarpin au bout du pied. Elle avait retiré celui-ci. Elle s’était indécemment couchée mi-nue sur le canapé.Elle riait à gorge déployée. L’alcool manifestement la ravageait. D’une main fébrile elle avait accentué l’échancrure du chemisier. Elle signalait de cette façon la naissance d’un sein dont elle n’était pas peu fière. Mini-jupe ostensiblement relevée elle ne cachait rien tant de la naissance d’un bas que de la couleur parme de la culotte. Celle-ci était transparente en sa base. On pouvait y deviner du poil pubien. Papy devait autant que moi bander. Je pariais qu’il devait lui asséner des propos infamants et vicieux. Ceci semblait la rendre folle.Soudain, elle s’installa de côté relevant la jupe pour exhiber son cul et y introduire à fond ses doigts. Ensuite l’œil pétillant et insolent, elle türkçe bahis plaça ceux-ci dans sa bouche sur la bord d’une langue comme pour les savourer. Je n’avais jamais vu pareille geste obscène. Tel le serpent dans sa danse, elle signifiait au grand-père qu’elle était prête et offerte. Manifestement il dut lui faire un signe car en un instant, elle fut sur lui se coulant à ses pieds. Je mis du temps à deviner qu’elle était en train de le sucer. Cela dura un temps interminable.Enfin ils se levèrent. Elle chancelait un peu. L’alcool l’avait semble-t-il entamé. Le grand-père en mâle dominateur l’embrassait lui pelotant d’une main puissante, la fesse. Chose abandonnée, il allait l’entraîner dans la chambre pour parfaire son ouvrage. Il tourna un instant la tête vers moi. J’y vis le sourire d’un César triomphant. Le lion allait se repaître de sa gazelle dans son antre. La porte peu après se referma sur tous deux. J’attendis un instant avant que de sortir. J’en avais assez vu. Empli de mille émotions je décidais à m’enfuir loin tel un voleur.Le grand-père m’assura qu’il l’avait sauté comme l’eût fait un vigoureux jeune homme. Il ajouta malicieux que j’aurais du voir cela pour mon apprentissage. C’est à ce moment qu’il me fit entrer dans la tête que moi aussi je pourrais en profiter. Je lui rétorquais mon jeune âge. Il me fit observer qu’un de mes cousins d’âge comparable en avait profité ce que je savais. Bref autant cette pute couchait avec un vieux, elle pourrait autant le faire avec un jouvenceau. Je n’avais point d’excuse. Je devais y aller et à mon scrupule de trahir mon grand frère, il balaya cela d’un revers de la main.Longtemps trouvais-je grotesque la proposition. Le grand-père revenait à la charge et à chaque fois je faisais mon têtu. Puis vint le coup de pouce du destin. Cela vint de ce fameux cousin qui l’avait culbuté. Je le détestais particulièrement. Il n’avait de cesse de m’écraser sous ses mépris. Le papy avec machiavélisme était allé lui conter que je mettais en doute son exploit avec la garce. Aussi me tomba-t-il un matin sur le paletot. Il entra dans mille et un détails. Il l’avait sauté deux fois. Souvent dans les toilettes lui prodiguait-elle des pipes. Il s’offrait à me le montrer.Là aussi j’éludais. Je dis furieux que je le croyais et qu’il me foute la paix. Il me donna peu après rendez-vous à la brasserie du centre commercial. Je me morfondais depuis d’un quart d’heure lorsque le portable vibra. Cet imbécile me demandait de le rejoindre sur le parking arrière. Me guidant par téléphone, il me dit si je voyais une Audi noire au milieu. En effet je vis celle-ci sous un lampadaire. A pareille heure du soir l’obscurité se déployait. Je vis qu’il y avait du monde dans le véhicule. Goguenarde une voix cria : »Mate je saute la salope ! »En effet me glissant entre les véhicules je pus m’approcher assuré de n’être vu. De toute façon on semblait dedans s’envoyer en l’air. Je voyais en effet les pieds de manifestement une femme. L’Audi avait des soubresauts comiques. On forniquait à tout-va. Lors le couple changea peu après de position. Il adoptait la levrette. Cette fois point de doute, je reconnus tant le visage de la pute que celle du cousin. Il la défonçait par-derrière. L’air hagard, elle prenait visiblement son pied. Cela finit en pipe car le cousin güvenilir bahis siteleri yeux mi-clos avait sa bouche ouverte.A ma grande honte pétrifié près d’un camion je me branlais dans l’obscurité durant l’opération. Soudain le téléphone vibra. C’était encore lui. Il me sommait de venir le rejoindre. La salope était d’accord à me sucer. Ne demandant mon reste je m’enfuis pris de panique. Je n’avais pas vu le coup venir que le coquin eût voulu m’associer à leurs jeux. Penaud j’en vins à éviter durant ces jours le chenapan. Il m’avait donné quelque part une leçon. Par contre j’oubliais que la garce savait et pouvait me convoquer. On fourbissait durant ce temps à mon encontre un piège.En effet un midi je fus appelé d’urgence chez le grand-père. Il avait besoin de moi pour une course. Je ne songeais plus à ces circonstances scabreuses. Loin de me méfier j’arrivais guilleret chez lui. Concevez ma surprise de le voir dans le salon en compagnie de la salope. J’eus idée qu’ils avaient baisé avant mon arrivée. Elle était toujours autant maquillée. Sa robe me parut encore plus courte que d’habitude. Le grand-père m’ordonna d’être près d’elle sur le canapé. Ce dernier était saturé de son parfum. Elle me jeta un regard de serpent matinée d’un sourire cruel.L’un, l’autre m’obligèrent à partager leur Whisky, alcool que je supporte peu. Ainsi fus-je au bout d’un temps ivre ne sachant plus trop le fil de la conversation. Elle s’était à présent collée contre moi. Elle me caressait. Je percevais que ma queue toute dure devait manifester une bosse caractéristique. Le grand-père riait se tapant sur les cuisses. Il se réjouissait de sa bonne blague. Un moment se levant, il vint vers moi disant d’un ton fort sentencieux. « Je suis las. Je vais me reposer. Sois gentille avec elle.» Puis il disparut dans sa chambre.Il serait trop fort de dire que je fus ce jour violé. Cependant l’alcool m’avait achevé. Pieds et poings liés j’étais livrée à une goule. Peu après que le grand-père eût fermé sa porte, sa bouche dévora la mienne. Puis ce fut une très longue fellation. Ceci m’apaisa et en quelque sorte me ranima. Je devenais en effet un autre sous l’effort impérieux de ses lèvres. A partir de cet instant j’en vins à savourer et rechercher souvent cette sensation dont on m’avait dit tant de bien dont mon cousin. Oui quelle merveille que d’être sucé. Ma queue dans sa bouche parcourait le Paradis.Le reste fut un peu confus. Ma main maintes fois s’enfonça dans sa culotte pour pétrir son sexe. Puis à un moment je fus à l’intérieur de ses cuisses à besogner dans une étrange nage ou danse. Je la limais vraisemblablement. Elle gémissait. Feignait-elle ou étais-je déjà devenu un émérite baiseur ? Quoiqu’il en soit je fus soudain libéré de mon foutre. Je me répandais. J’étais converti. Elle m’avait adoubé. J’étais un homme égale aux autres. Sottement je lui confiais que j’étais heureux et amoureux. Elle me moqua. Elle me promit que nous recommencerions.Ainsi fut-il convenu souvent de se donner rendez-vous chez le grand-père. J’étais irrité de savoir que celui-ci peut-être se le tapait avant mon arrivée. N’empêche grand seigneur il nous laissait loisir d’user de sa chambre et de son lit. Durant trois heures j’achevais mon éducation. En moins de six mois je devins tout à fait un amant remarquable ce dont elle m’assura. J’étais moins empoté. Même mon cousin ne m’en imposait plus. Je regardais maintenant les autres filles et femmes avec un air de bravache. Aussi aujourd’hui j’évoque cette femme et cet épisode avec un peu de nostalgie.

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