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Too Good to be True…Surely?

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It’s been a couple of months since I last put keyboard to virtual paper, and I’ve been thinking that it’s about time I put aside a few hours to write about another of our “alternative entertainments”.

As always, the following account is a true story. The names have been changed, because I don’t like their real ones. Protecting the innocent when they’re clearly guilty seems like such a waste of my time. I’ve tried very hard (pun intended) to recount the events as I remember it, although from time to time, my memory lets me down, and simply returns a “scene missing”.

Alternative entertainments?! That’s a curious phrase to use. What’s alternative about fucking? Everybody does it. OK, nearly everybody. That being said, I am prepared to admit that not everybody wants to go to a party for 40 or so people where the agenda is quite openly sex. A party where you can open a door and have your senses assaulted by the sounds, smells and sights of group fucking. A party where you can sit quietly in a spa, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, whilst being ridden senseless by someone you hardly know. A party where the sauna temperature is that bit hotter thanks to the actions of the sweating individuals inside.

What do you call a person taking a sauna? A saunee? A Saunarer? My spell check doesn’t seem to think so. Oh well…life’s little mystery number 2783 will undoubtedly haunt my sleep until I find out.

I used to wonder about the collective noun for ducks. It’s a gaggle of geese and a murder of crows. But what about ducks? Apparently, the word is “paddling”. A paddling of ducks. Evokes images of English Cotswold villages with old sandstone cottages around the pond. Quite quaint really don’t you think?

Incidentally, that was life’s little mystery number 2421: Solved.

Anyway, I digress. I’ll get back to telling you about the party. Actually, I’ll start by telling you about the past, and us. That’ll give you a chance to get to know us a little better, and perhaps allow you an insight in to what motivates us. Perhaps you might even identify with us a little.

Myself and Al are both the wrong side of 30, but fortunately, the right side of 35. We’re 30 somethings, and we’re having the time of our lives. Al is simply gorgeous. I look at her most days and wonder what I did to get so lucky. I wake up everyday to see a petite, curvy, pretty, SEXY, intelligent woman that shows her love for me almost constantly in a myriad of ways. I look in the mirror and see me: a talk, dark, slim man with big dark brown eyes, hair that’s receding at the sides a little, a touch of gray and laughter lines. I don’t have a six pack stomach, rippling muscles or a cock like Ron Jeremy. I’m just me: always have been, and always will be I guess.

Al doesn’t agree with my assessment. She thinks I’m handsome, sexy, stylish, and a damn good fuck to boot. I like her opinion more: I think we’ll run with that one.

So there you have it. We’re an attractive (apparently), intelligent couple, that is completely committed to each other. And that’s a rather important thing to understand about us. It’s the commitment we have for each other that makes what we do possible. We realized a long time ago that complete monogamy wasn’t for us. We both knew that we wanted to fuck other people. We were chatting, over a rather good curry and a bottle of red, about our previous sexual experiences when we were single. I suppose we were both away in a our own little fantasy world when we were talking and suddenly we agreed that sex with other people was OK, provided we told the each other about it. Looking back, it’s all rather strange really.

We’ve recently met couples who got in to swinging because it’s what he or she wanted. The other partner just goes along to keep the peace as it were. If that works for them, then I’m happy. For us, that simply isn’t the case. We’re both at least a little bisexual, although Al is much more so than me, and that was certainly a consideration when we began to talk seriously about it. Partner swapping is way down the list of priorities. We can get good old fashioned heterosexual sex at home, but neither of us have the equipment to satisfy our homosexual sides. Actually, Al does have a strap on that she’s used on me, but I can’t satisfy her desire to taste a pussy or suck on a woman’s nipples. So, we began to think of ways in which we could engineer a suitable situation.

We had a drunken holiday experience in Fiji that I’ve already written about, but that was a one off, and some time ago now, and we really began to feel like it was becoming a necessity to scratch our joint itch. About four months ago we met up with Steve and Sash, and had an explosive night. It was a truly memorable evening involving a drink too many, nearly getting booted out of a strip club, and the best cum shot I’ve ever seen. I’ve written about that one too. We saw Steve and Sash again, but our timing has been off of late, and we’ve not managed to get back İnnovia Escort together again.

About three weeks ago or so, I found an ad on a web site. It was all rather interesting, and a little too much to be believed at first. According to the author, they had a rather exclusive little pad on Sydney’s Lower North Shore, fronting the harbor. Once a month or so, they throw a party for select couples. There were a couple of pictures attached, and I have to say that it all looked rather classy.

I had to know more, so I sent a message. The reply was simply stunning. Jeff and Carolyn were definitely smarter than the average bear. They’d been swinging for a number of years, and had been to clubs. Like many people, they found the club scene to be a little impersonal and occasionally sleazy. They’d decided that when they were in a position to throw a decent party they would. This would not be a, “hello, get your clothes off” sort of party. More along the lines of any other evening you’ve been to with light music, food, drink, conversation and so on. A real social affair. If couples wanted to go off and have a good time, the facilities were there. They had a sauna, a spa and plenty of room available for private or more public entertainment.

This sounded too good to be true. I immediately wanted to know what the catch was. Was Al expected to suck off the host or something? Perhaps I was expected to suck him off! I like to give a bit of head now and then, but I won’t suck just anybody. If I was going to do that, I was going to make the guy earn it at least! I was sure this wasn’t to be the case really, but as ever, I was a little guarded. Myself and Jeff traded messages for a couple of days and then he invited us to a “meet and greet” evening. This was unbelievable. Not only did they host the party, they also invited couples to their home to meet them, give them a guided tour, and to explain a little about the night. I suspected this was also a chance for them to “vet” any potential guests, and I could certainly understand that. Some of the couples that are advertising on swingers sites may be full of inner beauty, and truly wonderful individuals, but externally…they’ve climbed the ugly tree, only to fall and hit every branch on the way down. I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but sometimes I do wonder whether the beholder should perhaps be making discreet enquiries with the local ophthalmologist.

The following Friday evening found us on the wrong side of a rather large automatic gate at the end of their driveway. We pressed the buzzer and waited patiently. We pressed it again, and then a few more times for luck. We checked the address, the date, and pressed the buzzer again. Still nothing. We’d been there for around 5 minutes or so, and we’re just beginning to wonder what we were supposed to do. We didn’t have a mobile with us; there was no pay phone in the vicinity; and scaling the gate didn’t seem that attractive. We could see a couple approaching, and thought they might be Jeff and Carolyn. They came up to the gate, and I asked if they were. They weren’t! But, they were there to see Jeff and Carolyn as well. We hadn’t known what to expect of the evening, but evidently, we weren’t the only guests. I did hope that sex wasn’t involved: I wasn’t wearing my best underwear.

Our new friends, Dan and Carmel, had a mobile phone with them, so they rang, and Jeff came out to open the gate. He was about 5′ 10, forty something, a few more pounds round the middle than he’d have preferred and very smartly dressed. In fact, I was the only one in jeans. I’d come straight from work, and was feeling very inelegant all of a sudden. Jeff was also very charming, and both Al and I found ourselves taking an instant shine to him. We went inside to meet Carolyn. A tall, slim, elegant, and similarly charming lady. They took our coats and showed us down the stairs to the dining room. Inside was a beautifully laid table set for eight people. These two really knew how to turn it on. I was liking them already.

We had a glass of wine, and went out to the balcony, which has a superb view of Sydney’s City skyline. We’re both smokers, and Jeff, it turns out, is a passive smoker. Basically, he doesn’t buy his own, but he’s very happy to steal other peoples. Not that I minded. Apparently, we were going to get a free feed as part of this “meet and greet”. And there was me beforehand, worried that it would be more like “meat and two veg.” I’d be dealing with. You know…a banana and two plums for dessert!?

Ten minutes later or so, Bob and Kate arrived, and very soon we were all chatting away like old friends. Carolyn was in the kitchen sorting out the food, and Jeff was charming everybody in to submission. This guy really knew how to entertain.

He took us on a guided tour of the house. Now, I like to think I have a certain amount of class, and that I like fine furnishings and so on. Jeff and Carolyn have excellent taste. This İnnovia Escort Bayan is a truly beautiful home. When you come through the front door, it’s on to a landing. Up takes you to the bedrooms, and down to the dining room, and kitchen. A further set of steps takes you down to the lounge room, with another balcony and spa, and a sauna room off to the side. The place seemed to go on forever.

Carolyn announced that dinner was served, and we all went back up and tucked in to a fabulous meal. And so it was that 4 couples, all complete strangers a few hours ago, got to know each other rather well. We talked about many subjects, and although we were all acutely aware of why we were there, there was a minimal amount of talk about sex. Jeff explained a little about the format of the party evenings, but on the whole, the subject was avoided. It was a truly wonderful night, that went way beyond what Al and I had been expecting. If this was how they ran their parties, we’d be attending the next for sure.

Dinner was over, and I was standing on the balcony, having a cigarette and admiring the view. We rented a place once with a similar vista, and I used to sit on our balcony for hours just looking at it. If you’ve never seen Sydney’s skyline at night, then you’ve missed one of the great man made spectacles in the world. It is a truly beautiful sight, and I do miss it now that our current place looks north. I looked at my watch. It was 12:30. Where had the time gone? We’d had such a great evening.

The six of us left en masse, thanking Carolyn and Jeff for their fantastic hospitality, and went our separate ways. We knew we’d see each other again for sure. The next party was only a couple of weeks away, and I had the feeling that we’d all be there, possibly getting to know each other that bit more intimately.

I’ve told you very little about the other guests intentionally. It’s not that we didn’t like them, find them attractive or anything else for that matter. It’s just that while they were there that evening, they are really only playing bit parts. Dan and Carmel couldn’t make it to the party, and aside from an e-mail or two , we’ve not had any dealings with them. Bob and Kate did give us a lift home as it was on their way. We all talked very enthusiastically about the ensuing party, and you’ll meet Bob again later, if only briefly.

We sent an e-mail to Jeff and Carolyn the following morning, thanking them for the night, and asking if we could attend the next party. Jeff replied with his now almost trademark charm and flattery, and that was that. We were going to our first sex party.

7:30 Saturday night, and the party was beginning. Trouble was, we were still at home taking far too long to get ready. Obviously, being male, I can make myself look fantastic (ok, better than usual) in a few minutes. Al on the other hand likes to take a good long while sorting her hair out, shaving her legs and pussy, putting her make up on, and then trying to pick one out of a couple of hundred outfits. She looks edible in all of them, and even more so out of them, but if you have to go out in public, nudity is not really an option. So, she eventually chose a black basque, g-string and stockings, topped off with pair of black heels and a mid length black strappy dress. I on the other hand, was wearing a shirt and trousers. It’s so much easier being male when it comes to dressing up to go out.

We eventually arrived at around 8:20. Fashionably late as we like to call it. Not too late to have missed all the fun, but late enough to let things get going a little. Sure enough, the part was cooking nicely. There was a fine selection of nibbles and canapés on the table, and the drink was flowing. Guava juice and Champagne was the order of the night for Al. A curious drink all in all, and definitely not a man’s drink. A bit like Baileys, or those alcoholic fruit drinks. They’re girl beer, not man beer. As a friend of mine once said, “That’s a girl’s drink! If you drink that you’ll grow tits!”. So I left the mammary enhancer to Al, and stuck to white wine. I know where I am with white wine, and how much gets me drunk. I’d decided to drive that night so that I couldn’t drink too much. Nothing worse than going to a sex party and having one too many. Women can get away with it. A tube of lube is a wonderful thing. But guys…if you have to use a splint, you’re not going to get much action.

We were being social butterflies. We talked to seemingly everyone, if only briefly. Hot food was brought round, (creamy chicken and rice I happened to recall), the drinks kept flowing, and yet again, our hosts had excelled themselves. It was turning into a great evening: and we hadn’t even found anyone to play with yet. As time went by, the number of people in the room slowly dwindled as more and more couples and individuals went off to try the spa and whatever other entertainments they fancied.

We’d been chatting to Anthony and Monica for a while, Escort İnnovia and there was obviously an attraction between us. Inevitably, the subject matter turned to sex, and we began to talk very openly about what we wanted. Monica was very quick to point out that she wasn’t bi, but was very happy to receive oral sex from a woman. Al was having a cigarette with Anthony on the balcony at the time, and I made a mental note to tell her before she put her head between Monica’s legs. Anthony was bi-curious, and had never actually done anything about it. Monica certainly didn’t seem to mind, and her eyes lit up when I told her that I was bi. I think she quite fancied the idea of watching her man suck a nice hard cock, and when she began telling me that she loved the feel of a “throbbing cock in her throat” (her words precisely), I began to get an inkling that I was right.

The four of us made our way down stairs to the sauna. This is next to the lounge room where a video was playing. On the screen, a very small and cute blonde girl was having her mouth fucked by a very long fat cock. We all watched the video as we got undressed for the sauna. There was cum around her mouth, and I wondered what had gone before. As we left the room, she was just bending over to take the mighty sword from behind. Poor girl was going to get split in two!

We all entered the sauna, and turned the heat up high. Within a few minutes, the sweat was pouring off us. Anthony was a good looking, fairly stocky man. Not as well toned as he’d have liked I’m sure, but certainly not fat. He wasn’t that hairy either, although I noted that neither he nor Monica shaved. Both Al and I like to keep things nice and tidy. It had been a long time since I’d licked an unshaven pussy, and I think I was quite looking forward to the difference…..assuming that I got a look in. Al was devouring Monica with her eyes, and she was right to do so. Monica was a 5′ 8″, bob cut redhead, with fantastic C or D cup breasts. I remember thinking that I do love saunas.

Various people came in to the sauna, talked with us, and then got out again. We managed to get the temperature up to about 50 degrees and we were all sweating profusely. According to my mum, only horses sweat; men perspire, and ladies glow. Apparently, my mum has never been in a sauna. It was that or we’d all turned in to horses. I checked my cock. No, still not a horse. Al was sitting on the lower bench between my legs, and kept turning her head to lick up and down my inner thigh. My cock was responding accordingly, and I couldn’t help but get a hard on. The four of us were just about to get out, when Bob, the guy from the meat and veg night, came in with another woman. I had no idea where his wife Kate was, and neither did he. But he was confident she’d be enjoying herself, and he certainly looked happy. And so he should. He was in the company of a rather pleasant black haired European woman, and he was all over her like a bad suit.

Another ladle of water was put on the hot rocks, and that was enough for me. The temperature was up to about 60 degrees, and it was time to leave. The four of us got out of the sauna together and squeezed into the shower. I was first in, and claimed the far corner. Monica sidled up close with her back to me, and my now half- mast cock between the top of her ass cheeks. I put my arms around her, and began to rub the sweat off her chest and thighs. She responded immediately, moaning quietly every time my hands brushed her nipples, and she felt around behind her for my now rapidly hardening member. She grabbed it quite roughly, and just squeezed for a second or two. She relaxed the pressure, and then squeezed again. This made my cock even harder. Something I didn’t think was possible at the time.

My left hand was now concentrated on her nipples, while my right descended through the thick mat of hair to find her pussy. She was very wet, and not just from the shower. My finder slid inside her very easily. I pulled out and raised my finger to my mouth to lick her juice off. She tasted divine, and I immediately began to masturbate her again. The next time I pulled my finger out, I offered it to Al. Anthony had been fingering her, but had now managed to get down on to his knees in the confined space, and was giving her a tongue bath. He was holding her cleanly shaven pussy lips apart, and licking her clit furiously, all the time trying not to drown in the deluge coming from the shower. Al took my proffered digit into her mouth, and tasted Monica for the first time. She smiled, and flashed me a devilish little grin. I knew then for sure that she’d be heading to the source when she got the chance.

Monica escaped the perils of my wondering hands, and dropped to her knees. She turned me slightly so that the shower was hitting my back and promptly started licking around my now aching cock. I wanted to cum all over her face right there and then. I knew I was a while away from cuming, but if she was going to continue licking and scraping her teeth gently over my glans, she’d only bring the moment forward. As least we were in the shower. If I did do the dirty and give her a face full, she’d be able to wash if off easily. I thought about it briefly and decided that perhaps it would not be “good form” to cum over her just yet.

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Sometimes it’s hard to know who’s going end up being the victim…

The sun is just starting to set over the tops of the trees in the neighborhood. I pull the mirror out of my purse so I can apply a new coat of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the seat, and climb out into the school parking lot. I parked around back so the car wouldn’t be visible from the road. I know the middle school doesn’t keep cameras in the lots so it’s a perfect place to leave the getaway car since the neighborhood is literally right behind the school property. I tape the keys to the underside of the car under the driver’s door, take a step back, and check my full body reflection in the tinted glass. My shoulder length blonde curls frame a pretty young face and innocent looking blue eyes, but what makes my operation so easy is my body. No guy worries about a 5’3 petite girl. That is if they ever get past looking at the 34 DD’s, small waist, and the tight bubble butt that made me so popular in school. One thing I’ve learned is if you can distract a man’s one head long enough the other will never see the threat coming. I adjust my black, red, and white plaid mini skirt and the white thigh highs so they r straight. Pulling the garter straps tighter to keep everything secure, I check the reflection one last time. Making the final adjustment of undoing another button on my white top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my boobs, I start walking to the opening of Evergreen Estates looking for tonight’s game.
On the street in the shade of the trees it seems closer to night than twilight, but the visibility is still decent so I keep my eyes open. The street is deserted and my high heels echo down the main road. I can see families sitting down for dinner in some houses, kids watching television in others. Suddenly I’m pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a shot hit the ground just a foot from me and I nearly fall backwards from shock. I see the green smear on the pavement and look up towards the direction from which it came. Three boys are sitting on the roof of one of the smaller homes on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a wide smirk on his face is holding the paint ball gun. It’s painfully obvious he’s the flirt of the group from the “just off” shot and the smirk. He’s got an average build with a mop of curly, dirty blond hair, but the sharper chin and long legs gives him away as about 18. Not really my type, but I could see where he might be a bit of a player in his school. Ehh, he’d do but stuck up guys put up more of a fight and I don’t really have time for that tonight. The boy next to him is harder to gauge. He has the build of a man; with the broad shoulders and larger arm muscles. His dark hair that just brushes the top of his eyebrows and the serious look marking his face makes him a drastic alternative to his buddy. Even his clothes, dress pants and a suit vest over a partially undone button down, make him seem older than his tee shirt clad friends. The only thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy youthful face. I’d guess he was about 16. The final boy fits about every cliché of nerd that’s been created. He’s skinnier than most runway models with thick glasses and a distinct nervous habit of picking at his nails. As my eyes come to him he bows his head letting the messy brown hair hide his face from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too damn easy.
“Can I help you?” I call up to the boys, painting my voice and face with just a tad of irritation.
The blond flirt’s smirk grows as he replies, “We just don’t like trespassers.”
I laugh just a bit. “You wouldn’t shoot an innocent, unarmed woman would you?” I take a step closer to the yard so they can see my flirty sweet pout and maybe catch a glimpse of the wicked look in my eyes. From my new position, I think I catch the serious one crack a sly smile but it’s gone too fast for me to be sure.
The other boys sit back and continue to let the blond talk, “How do we know you’re unarmed?”
I try to make eye contact with the nerd because I know he’d be the easiest to manipulate, but he’s still hiding his face so I find myself locking eyes with the middle boy as I reply, “Well you could always frisk me.” I smirk at the shocked cough that escapes the blond, “Or since you’re all the way up there I could just show you.” With that, I check both directions to make sure the street is still deserted and I start to strip right there.
As is predictable for teenage boys, even the nerd bothers to lift his head to watch intently as my fingers move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one button at a time. I can see their eyes lock on my cleavage as my sheer white lace bra comes into view. Those familiar chills start running through my nerves; there’s something deliciously addicting to have this kind of power over men. Never looking away from their lustful stares, I untuck my shirt, dropping it down my arms to my elbows to reveal everything (except the knife in my bra). I turn while lifting my skirt to reveal the matching thong, the garter straps, and of course my bare ass. I’m met by a tableau of shocked faces as I complete the turn. The nerd looks as if he might have a heart attack, the blond’s tongue is practically hanging out, and even the serious one has lost his poker face to a slack jaw and a slightly awed expression. Hmm maybe he’s innocent and unexpecting enough to be an easy target too.
In their stunned silence I start to redress as if nothing’s out of the ordinary. While I’m still buttoning my shirt I say, “Now that we know I’m clean can you stop shooting at me?” I don’t wait for a reply but continue, “I actually could use some help. My friend lives in this neighborhood but it’s like a maze in here and she only gave me a street name. Do any of you know this place well enough to get me to Springfield Rd.?”
Surprisingly the nerd actually tries to volunteer but the blonde interrupts him. The argument gets so entertaining that I’m trying to hard not to laugh to see the serious one climb down. It wasn’t until he was coming across the yard telling me he knew this place like the back of his hand and that he’d take me that I noticed him. As he gets closer, I get a better look at him. I was definitely right about the build and he’s about 6’ tall. His hair swoops in the way the classic 1950’s movie stars’ did and his walk gives off an air of power and sophistication. If this wasn’t an operation this is the kind of guy I’d go home with, but it is so I’ve got to play this just right. He might fight more than I had hoped to have to deal with tonight though.
The serious boy strolls up, flashing a gorgeous charming smile, and picks up my hand and kisses it. “The name’s Steel. Jack Steel.”
Bond? He’s quoting Bond. I was wrong; this kid is going be as easy as the rest.

*****

As we leave his grumbling friends behind on the roof, we turn off the main road going deeper into the neighborhood. I picked Springfield Rd. because it’s near the heart of the place and I know it’ll give it a chance to get really dark out. We are about half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally wait longer but all his pleasant charming chatter and his complete avoidance of the subject of my street show has me on edge. I’ve never had a guy see me practically naked and not make passes. It’s not normal and it has me concerned about how in control I am of the situation. Usually I would lead him somewhere more secluded under the implication of sex and then make my move. Apparently with this one I’ll just have to go for it and hope it works.
While I’m trying to figure out a way to get him closer to the woods, a car starts down the road and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps next to me in İnnovia Escort Bayan the grass, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the tree, and hold the blade to his throat. For a moment I lose my concentration as the scent of his cologne overpowers my senses but I’m determined not to mess this up. I’ve gone too far. I bend my elbow over his shoulder blocking the blade from view. As I tighten the blade, I crush my body against his and stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear. “You better listen well boy if you want to live.” I push the blade hard enough to just barely knick him to emphasize my point, “Yeah I know, you should have taken me up on the frisking offer.” I can feel him tense up as my lips brush his earlobe. “Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your well off so you are going to take me back to your house and get me all the cash your parents have around. Don’t try to play dumb either; I know rich kids have no issue getting to their parents’ money.” Just to taunt him I drag my tongue down the hollow behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the anger boiling in his eyes and a tremor flash through his body. For a moment I get lost in those raging dark eyes and I can feel the moisture starting to gather between my legs but I have to focus. Breaking the eye contact, I see a couple walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the blade around the back of his neck to the far side, using my other arm to block it from view. To any prying eyes, we simply appear to be a young couple in a loving embrace. Keeping the threat clear, I lean in to kiss him gently to keep the other couple from getting suspicious. His lips are warm, soft, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his moment of surprise he gives me one of my own. He wraps his arms around my waist and back, pulling me tighter as he passionately kisses me. His pants are bulging against me and the warmth of his hands sear through my clothes. I can taste his sweet breath and have to fight to keep breathing normally as his tongue explores my mouth. His teeth catch my bottom lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an ache only matched by the one behind my soaked panties. I can feel myself getting lost so I break the kiss to see the couple is almost out of sight down the road. Could we have been kissing so long? Damn it, this is not happening, I am in control here. I have to reestablish my dominance.
Shoving the blade even tighter against his throat, I whisper, “Now Jack, you should know not to try anything stupid. I don’t play kid’s games. I promise you that I will kill you. Your friends don’t know who I am and no one else even knows you’re out with me. Hell in these woods, by the time they find your body I’ll be on the other side of the country. Do you understand me?” I take the cold hateful stare as a yes and continue to explain the plan to him. His unfaltering dark glare won’t stop sending chills through my body, but I don’t dare let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the main street. Ironically, he lives in the third house inside the neighborhood and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my shoulders so I can cuddle close to his side and keep the blade next to his kidney. His cologne keeps threatening my concentration, but I’m winning the battle. We end up walking past his friends on the roof again. The awe on their faces is difficult to decipher. I can’t tell if it was because he didn’t come back alone in general or because his arm was around me. They start to yell to Jack, but I poke him with the tip of the blade and he waves them off. I kiss his cheek taunting him, “Smart boy,” I whisper. He won’t even look at me in response. Jack just keeps going, never missing a step in his anxious bee line for his house.
He takes me around his house to his back door mumbling something about his parents being upstairs. I don’t really care; I just want the cash so I can hit the road and the next town. He opens the back door for me like a gentleman but the loathing is dripping from his expression. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggression out on my body. Thinking about what this big, powerful, handsome man could do to me. I practically feel his strong hands ravaging my form as he slams me against the wall, his lust and hatred overpowering any regard for me as he rips my shirt off……Shit! Get yourself together girl. He’s just a mark, remember that.
I take a deep breath steadying myself and step through the door. Immediately in front of me is a staircase to the next floor, which looks dark and silent, to my right is a bathroom, and the left a room which has the door closed. Jack steps in behind me shutting the door. In the small entry way his size is even more prominent. He seems to be everywhere around me. I’m suddenly very thankful for the knife because in such a cramped space with nowhere to run, I wouldn’t have a prayer in a fight with him.
His sexy, deep whisper fills the room, “They keep the cash in a vault in the room to your left. The combination is 2-7-1-2.” I turn to see that same captivating glower in his eye but I smirk as I run my hand down his face.
“Thanks love, it’s been fun.” I wink and blow him a kiss.
I turn to the door, the relief running through my body. This was so much easier than it could’ve been. The moment before I open the door, I stop because I hear a low chuckle and Jack mumble something. It sounded like, “Oh trust me, the fun is just beginning,” but why the hell would he say that? I look back at him and he’s standing the exact same way: one hand in his pocket, the other stuck through his leather belt, leaning against the wall, those dark eyes never leaving me. What the fuck is it about this boy that’s making me lose it like this? I need to get this cash and get out of here.
I turn the door handle, step in, and have just enough time to take in the bed, television, and comic books. Right as I turn around with the knife to try to get out of this trap, I catch a glimpse of that lustful look the second his fist connects with my chin and I crumple to the floor seeing nothing but black.

*****

I start to wake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my chin, I can feel it. I try to open my eyes but the sudden brightness hurts to bad. God I’m so lightheaded. What is that noise? Shit, is that me groaning? I’ve got to get up. Wait, why am I laying on the floor?… In the moment it hits me where I am, that same intoxicating scent fills my mind again and I’m acutely aware of his hands restraining my wrist over my head and of him pinning me by straddling my hips. I hear myself groaning again and I try to open my eyes, but the sudden feeling of the broad side of a cold, steel blade pressed against my cheek has me freezing in place. I don’t even breathe as he runs it down my face, over the tender bruise, against my tense neck, and finally stops with the tip toying around the hollow at the base of my throat.
His deep voice fills my mind as he leans in next to my ear. The heat of his breath makes me quiver as I weakly try to free my hands from his grip, “Come on slut, I’m getting impatient and I want you awake for every second of this.” His hot tongue licks the hollow behind my ear, exactly as mine had done to him. I turn my head away quickly trying to escape but the effort is wasted. He doesn’t even try to pursue it. Instead his wicked laugh fills the room as I start to finally get my eyes open and adjusted. I see Jack siting up on top of me. Those dark lust filled eyes bearing into mine as he pushes the blade harder against my throat. A sly smirk is painted on his face and I hate him for it. The son of a bitch is enjoying this way too much. I’m nobody’s Escort İnnovia toy. I have to find a way out of here. I’m looking around the room for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
“Funny, the big bad tease of a thief doesn’t like to be teased in return.” That damn smirk on his handsome face never wavers and his arrogance is driving me crazy.
I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help myself. “Shut the fuck up kid,” I say as I spit at him.
His hand hits my face so fast I don’t even see it coming. The sting burns deep into my cheek and he makes it worse by roughly grabbing my face, digging his fingers into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that familiar rage as he replies, “Bitch you better learn your place.” The blade is shoved so roughly against my throat it knicks me and I fight back the squeal. I won’t give him that satisfaction. I try to free my hands but his grip tightens and he slams them against the wood flooring, sending pain shooting through my arms as he continues, “You thought you could control me? A little slut like you? You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re at my mercy now and you’d be wise to think everything through first because I promise you I have no more qualms about killing you than you do about me.” He drops my head, letting it slam into the wood floor. The shock has my lightheaded and dizzy again.
Damn it this is gone too far. But I don’t really see an escape so I might as well accept the arrest. Maybe I can seduce the cop. “Alright Jack,” I mumble, “you’ve had your fun. Just call your parents or the cops already, okay?”
I don’t know why but for some reason his laughter seemed darker this time around, the humor in his eyes even more menacing than the rage. His pleasure in my statement confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to speak. “Call my parents? Oh, okay, sure.” The smirk never leaves his face as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no response and then looks back to me. “Oh darn, that’s right, my parents are out of town. Shucks. Well there are the police, except you have that bruise on your face, those innocent looking eyes; oh and yeah you’re a hot little slut who’d just seduce the cops.” He drops the knife, replacing it with his powerful hand. Flexing it to play with the effects it has on my airways, he continues, “I’m not stupid, bitch. I’m not letting you get away with this. You thought you could steal from me? You thought you could use your body to trick me? Well I’m going to use your body to steal from you. You need to learn what happens to little whores who think they are smarter than they really are.”
His hand closes so tightly around my throat, my eyes role back in my head from the lack of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his hand and I start to see spots as a tingling sensation spreads through my entire body. I’m on the verge of passing out when at last he lets go. While I’m caught up and weak in my fit of coughing, I feel his hand on my wrists replaced with something smooth and tight. I know I should try to fight at this point, it’s my best chance of escape but I’m just so limp. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. I don’t even notice my eyes are still closed till another slap connects to my face bringing me back to. The bruise stings even more from the fresh abuse.
I wake to a new quiet popping sound. I look down to see Jack’s hungry eyes watching his work intently. He’s taking my knife and popping the buttons off my shirt one at a time. Instinctively, I go to jerk my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new restraint. Anxiously, I strain my neck to look up and over, only to find my wrists are tied together and to the bottom of his bed post with his belt. Shocked, I look down and see his pants are undone and hanging open, his raging hard cock straining against his underwear. Finally his little speech sinks in, filling me with dread. There isn’t much I can do unarmed against a man this strong in general and definitely not in this position, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my legs in front of his torso to kick him. This is not happening; I’m not getting raped by a mark. I’m not getting raped by a kid. Hell no. I get one leg high enough to get it in front of his hip and I throw my heel in to him with all the force I can muster. He falls forward yelling, “Fuck.” He places all his weight on one hand which he puts on my torso, holding my core still as he wrestles my legs under his thighs. His arrogant smirk returns with his control, as he knocks the fuck out of me again. I know he can read the terror and knowledge in my eyes and the bastard is enjoying every second of it. What the hell happened to the hand kissing Bond fan teen?
He goes back to his project, making quick work of my shirt buttons. Ripping the shirt open, off my chest, and out of my skirt, it’s apparent his taunting self-control is starting to waver as his lust takes over. The blade’s cold steel runs up over my stomach and down, back and forth as his other hand squeezes my breast. His warm fingers play with the lace along the line of the cup. I can’t peel my gaze from his face. Those dark lustful eyes hungrily consuming my body, the moisture on his lips, and the raw determination in his expression, it’s all turning me on more than I have ever been before. The sensation of his hands on my chest is overwhelming. No, no, no! He’s raping me, I will not enjoy this. I will not give him that.
I start to wriggle my torso trying to get out from under him but it’s useless. Jack just watches me with that disgusting arrogance, delighting in my discomfort. As he slides the knife under the middle of my bra and cuts it so it falls away revealing my bare tits, he starts taunting me again, “Mmmmm these look wonderful, I’ll give you that whore.” The knife circles the areola of my nipples, making my breath ragged. “You like it don’t you slut? You like me tieing you up and using you?” His growl echoes off the walls as he slaps me again, “That’s too bad. I’ll just have to make it hurt more then, bitch.”
He drags the knife quickly down my torso; hard enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a scream of pain and I see his erection twitch in his underwear in response. Jack cuts away at my garter straps and my thong, purposely scrapping me with the blade to make me scream. I try to fight back the screams, but I can’t. I’m losing another battle too; my panties are soaked, and he doesn’t miss that fact. “You dirty fucking slut. You want this. You’re cunt is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used.” He shoves the broad side of the blade into my thigh, not hurting me but scaring another scream out of me. “That’s right whore, scream. No one can hear you but me, and I love hearing those screams.” Jack leans down, running his tongue from between my breasts, up my neck, and into my mouth. As he shoves his tongue deep into my throat, I nearly choke. His aggression is overpowering me. In defense I bite his tongue, making him yelp. Jack pulls back and punches me in the stomach, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the blood at me, marring my face, “You don’t get it, bitch, do you? I like my toys feisty. I don’t care what you do; I’m going to use you however I want till I’m done with you.” His eyes slowly rake over my body, taking in my breast, my stomach, and my bare pussy partially covered by my skirt. “And honestly slut, I’m getting impatient. You aren’t learning your lesson very well, so I’m just going to cut to the chase and take what I want. You wanted to steal from me bitch so I’m going to steal from you. I’m going take your virginity.”
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his grip on my throat. “What’s so funny bitch?”
I let my smile eat away at him, refusing to answer till he punches me in the İnnovia Escort gut again. Hoarsely, I reply, “You’re too late for that bastard,” but my smirk fades with the start of his laugh.
“You stupid slut. Did you really think I thought you were a virgin? I’m going to take your virginity darling, just not the kind you’re thinking.” With that he slaps at my ass and it hits me. Anal? No, no, no, this is not happening. Pulling desperately at my restraints, I start screaming for help, praying his neighbors can hear me.
Jack slowly strips his clothes off just smiling and watching me fight the restraints, enjoying my screams. As much as I hate myself for it, I can’t help but notice his body. His muscled arms and broad shoulders continue down into a strong, steady torso. As his pants fall I can clearly see the muscles of his calves and thighs. Though once his underwear comes off, his cock distracts from the rest. It looks about 7 inches and is the thickest I’ve seen. I don’t think I could get my hand completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically make half of a ‘c’. Without anything touching it, his cock twitches and I finally break my stare to see a satisfied look on his face. I go to speak, but like a flash he drops down between my legs and shoves my ruined panties down my throat. I try to spit them out but they are too deep. I can taste my own moisture off the thong as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him start to rub the head of his cock against my moist pussy as he murmurs; “Now I’m going to be nice and get a little slick before I take that fine ass.” Jack starts to barely push and I can feel that hot bulbous head moving through the slick juices at my opening.
Whimpering in a mixture of dread and desire, I close my eyes waiting anxiously but he grabs my face violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my eyes and meet that burning gaze, he slams his entire cock into me. I throw my head back trying to scream, but the panties get in the way. His huge, throbbing cock is tearing through me. The way he’s pounding away at my tight pussy is overwhelming. His size is painful, almost bringing tears to my eyes but the way he feels is mind blowing. My pussy is quivering, stretched tight over him. I’m pulled out of my blissful consciousness by his teeth digging into my neck and his hands pawing at every inch of my body. I can feel his nails digging into my back and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his thrust. His growls and moans fill the room competing only with my muffled squeals and the sound of his balls slamming against me.
The sharp chills start running through my veins as his lips make it to my nipples. Never altering in his violent rhythm, Jack is successfully making me lightheaded. I can feel my blood pulsing as the pressure builds. All my senses are overloaded. The sound of his massive cock abusing my pussy, the scent of sex mixed with his cologne, the sight of his sexy body moving on top of my quivering form, and the icy fire that burns in my nerves wherever he touches me are all making my pulse pound in my head. My mind is so clouded by the pleasure and pain that I don’t even realize it’s coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the panties as my back lifts off the ground and my arms jerk against the belt in the vicious throws of my orgasm. I can feel my pussy constricting so tightly it must hurt him, but Jack stays steady never slowing. He continues to beat at my tender pussy with his cock to the point I have tears in my eyes, put the convulsions won’t stop. My hot cum is spilling out, running down my crotch into my ass crack as I collapse to the floor limp in the aftermath of my orgasm. Finally he pulls out, still rock hard and throbbing.
He stands but I’m lost in a wave of pleasure on the floor. The sharp kick to my ribs brings me painfully back to reality. I look up right as he squats down beside me and grabs me by the throat again. I struggle to concentrate and understand his words as I choke, “You’re more of a slut than I realized. I just raped you and you came all over me like a fucking whore. I don’t even know why I’m surprised.” Laughing as he watches my face, Jack runs his finger down the path of my juices to my asshole. I squirm, trying to move away, pleading through the gag, but I can tell he’s lost in his lust as his cock twitches again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he’s dragging this out to torment me and I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. Lying as still as I can, I close my eyes and try to focus on anything else but the dread is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to push his finger in I lose it. Screaming so loud the panties nearly come out, I buck throwing a knee towards his torso.
Jack catches my knee and shoves me back to the floor. I know the fear is apparent on my face but I can’t stop staring at those dark eyes, conflicted between rage and lust. I’m so mesmerized that at first I don’t notice his feverish hands on my waist, but as quick as his smirk returns, I find I’m suddenly face down on the wood floor. His strong thighs are stretched over my own and his large powerful hands are squeezing my cheeks. God no, no, no. This can’t be happening. My ass cheeks are being pulled apart savagely and I can feel his head pushing against my opening. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the pressure eases as I feel him lay across my back, so his lips are next to my ear. I’m quivering from fear as his husky hot breath floods me, “You came slut, now it’s my turn. But I’ve got one last thing to do first.” With that he reaches around and pulls my panties from my mouth as he whispers, “I need to hear those agonized screams.”
Suddenly he shoves his cock into my ass and the pain is earth shattering. My screams must be shaking his house. It feels like a fire ripping through me as his massive cock plows into me. I know my body must be writhing from the pain but he never slows. Jack is talking but I can’t make out the words. I can’t feel anything but the pain and his throbbing cock owning me. His hands are digging into my waist jerking me back into his thrusts. I try to focus on the belt cutting into my wrist to distract me from the fire.
Finally after what feels like forever, the pain starts to fade. His thrusts are still coming hard and fast, but I’m beginning to enjoy it more. The steady rhythm of his rock hard cock slipping in and out of my tight ass is becoming addicting. I’m only brought out of my new pleasure as his groans fill the room. Jack’s pace is picking up as his breathing grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my throat crushing my windpipe. His voice fills my head as I start to see spots, “Oh god, your ass is so tight. I’ll be honest with you whore; this is all I’ve been thinking about since I saw this perfect ass on the street. I spent the whole walk trying to figure out a way to get to know you, date you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless criminal, there was no need for me to wait.” He punctuates his point with one final deep thrust into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my canal just as I lose consciousness.

*****

A cold breeze washes over my bare skin as I come to. Due to the clear moon, I can see pretty well. I look down to find I’m lying in a pile of sand, dressed in my ruined clothes. Through the dark I can see the fencing and school. I look back to the pile of sand and realize it’s a pitching mound; I’m on the middle school baseball field. There’s something wet tied around my thigh and after a few minutes my numb fingers finally manage to untie it. Three hundred dollars in cash and a note falls away from my leg as I free the knot. I lift the saturated fabric into the moonlight and see it’s my ruined thong. After securing the money, I finally bother to look at the note.
I figured it was a fair trade slut. One thief to another.
P.S. Since I let you keep your life as a souvenir, I kept your knife as my own.
-J.S.

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Author’s Preface… or what I couldn’t fit in the description. Raquel manages a medium size condominium complex located on the central California coast. She is becoming friends with some tenants, Carrie, Nattles, and Max. Carrie and Nattles are lesbian life partners who fell in love with Max in college. They became friends and lovers. Another story, Moving In, explains how that relationship all started. In this story, Nattles, Carrie, and Raquel get tattoos together and their friendship moves to a new level. Like Raquel would say, “If you know what I mean.” And that new level ultimately includes with their men which ends up in a fivesome on Christmas Day.

Here’s how it happened….

Raquel just came out of the shower. After toweling off, she threw the towel to the floor so she could see her body in the mirror. The mirror took up the entire wall behind the vanity counter. With another dry towel, she wrapped her hair and made it fall behind her head. Slightly leaning over the counter, she meticulously put on her red lipstick. She was vain about her looks.

Raquel had won some minor beauty pageants in her more youthful years. Now in her mid thirties, her body is still in fantastic shape which she proudly likes to show off. Her present occupation is a property manager for a California coastal condominium complex. The condos were built on a side of a cliff to take advantage of the views of the Pacific Ocean. The sand and surf were just a few hundred feet below. She chooses to wear a maroon colored bikini as a uniform. She felt a bikini portrayed the lifestyle of where she chose to live, and that the maroon color best shows off her tan.

She has a live in boyfriend, Dan, who was an ex-NFL football player. He has a body like Hercules and a mind which works like it had a few hits to the head. His thoughts are intelligent and coherent, but just a tad slow. He is a lot like Raquel. She is also intelligent but she seems like she usually has a backwards way of processing her thoughts. It could be said that the two of them are made for each other.

Part of their ego and vanity driven personalities is displaying themselves for the world. They regularly go to the nudist beach and make amateur home videos of themselves in order to show off. Raquel has an appetite for men and Dan fulfills that regularly with two of his friends.

It was late in the morning this weekend, and the two of them were alone getting ready to start their day. Dan got out of the shower before Raquel and was sitting on the end of the bed, naked, looking through the open door to the bathroom. He could see Raquel’s reflection in the mirror as well as seeing her slightly bent over the counter as she applied her lipstick. He was waiting for her to approach the bed but seeing her beauty got the best of his patience.

He got up and walked over to her and put his hands on her hips. His erect cock slid between her ass cheeks. They both liked the way that felt. He told her, “Rocks, your teasing me by keeping the door open.”

She just kept trying to put on her lipstick. As she stared in the mirror with him behind her she quickly said, “Keeping the door open? That’s just being forgetful. I thought I was teasing you by bending over the counter.”

Dan began to smile. Then he grabbed his cock and pointed it into her sex. He told her, “Ohhh, Rocks, I can’t wait any longer.” And he tried pushing his manhood into her sex.

Raquel wasn’t expecting the initiation so quick. She moaned and leaned further forward to avoid the initial discomfort of his cock trying to penetrate her. Then she became annoyed with herself for another reason. She just messed up her lipstick when Dan tried to push his manhood into her. Dan pulled back and Raquel turned around. “Danny, give me a minute. I was getting ready for you. I have to redo my lipstick now. You know it takes me a moment if you don’t give me any warning.”

“Can I at least kiss you now? You don’t have to redo your lips for me, Baby.”

She insisted though, “You messed it up. It looks like I have a fat lip.”

“You look sexy. You could scribble a lipstick mustache and you’d still be the sexiest woman on the planet.”

Raquel began grinning, and teasing him by drawing a lipstick outline on Dan’s face so that he looked like a clown. Then she told him, “I think you look sexy too. Kiss me and let me see if I like it.”

Dan leaned into her and a passionate kiss began. Dan then maneuvered a hand between Raquel’s legs with his fingers pressing into her sex line. Their passionate kiss then led his lips downward to follow her neck, down to her breast, over her nipple, and onto the outer-side bottom part of her breast. He began sucking and tonguing, applying minor pressure as if he were massaging that one spot on her breast with his tongue. That was Raquel’s ticklish erogenous zone and he knew it.

Raquel in moments was giggling and moaning at the same time while becoming fully aroused. Dan could feel İnkilap Escort Bayan the wetness between her legs on his fingers. Like a dimmer switch for a light bulb, touching that one spot on her breast slowly turned her on. He then began slowly rubbing her clit building an orgasmic desire for her.

It didn’t take long for her to want more. With a desperate tone she said, “Danny, I’m ready. Fuck me here.” Dan lifted her up so she could sit on the vanity counter. She spread her legs and Dan slid himself inside of her easily with no resistance. Raquel kept one leg on the counter as low as possible so they could watch themselves in the mirror. Both of their faces were scribbled in lipstick, Dan’s face more so. Their faces looked odd, but they were in the throws of sexual passion now. They had both focused on the lip prints Dan had left on the outer underside of Raquel’s breast. For some reason that imprint wasn’t smudged.

They had both become turned on staring at her breasts jiggle as Dan thrust himself into her over and over. Dan was ready to come. Raquel was close. “I’m going to come, Rocky,” Dan said first.

“Wait!”

“No can do. I’m going to come!”

“On my stomach, then.”

As Dan pulled out of Raquel’s sex he was ejaculating. He got most of the load all over her sex and lower stomach. They were both grinning looking at it all. Raquel looked at herself in the mirror to see how she looked. She then took her finger and wiped up some of the white love and placed it on the lipstick marks around Dan’s mouth. The new coating on his lips wasn’t staying put. Looking in the mirror it appeared as if he were drooling out of the corners of his mouth.

Dan commented, “My lipstick looks sexier than yours now, Rocks. Cum and lipstick go together. It should be it’s own color.” Raquel began grinning.

Not to be out done when it comes to looking sexy, Raquel gathered another finger load and wiped her own mouth as well to cover her lips, laying it on even thicker on her upper lip. Dan and Raquel just stared in the mirror at the sexy sight of each other. Dan told her, “Wow, Rocky, looks even better on you.”

Raquel began to finger her clit with some vigor and told Dan, “I think so too.” Dan just took a step back and watched her as his manhood was limp. A minute later she began screaming, “Dan, I’m coming. Fuck. I’m going to fall.”

“No you’re not. I got you, Rocks. Fuckin come, Babe.”

Raquel continued to rub herself and her orgasms came in multiples. The intensity was causing her upper torso to convulse, and her buttocks began squirming on the counter. Dan began to hold her in his arms using his body so she wouldn’t fall off. When she began to relax he helped her to her feet and she turned around to look at herself again in the mirror. His manhood was stiff again so he slid himself into her from behind, then he didn’t move as Raquel seemed to be studying how she looked.

Raquel just stared at herself in the mirror with Dan’s cum all over her lips. Her face showed orgasmic exhaustion. She pushed herself backwards feeling the filled up sensation of his cock touching the depths of her sex. She liked the way she looked, sexy messy. Dan’s cock parked in her love space felt erotic. She glanced over to the side to stare at Dan now.

Dan’s mouth appeared as if a child had tried to apply lipstick to his mouth, and all glossy from his own cum. Raquel was becoming sexually delirious! “Fuck me some more. Let me really feel it now.” Dan liked hearing that! He began thrusting himself over and over again. Raquel just kept looking back at herself. Her mouth was all cum glossy and her breasts were jiggling with the same rhythm as Dan’s thrusting pelvis. Her moaning and squealing began emphasizing the sexual delight she was feeling.

Since Dan had already come, his urge to ejaculate wasn’t close. The two began changing positions in front of the bathroom mirror admiring their visual sex appeal. Raquel’s eyes caught the lipstick print marks Dan had left on her breast. Dan continually tried to put his hand there to massage and caress it, but Raquel wouldn’t let him. She was focused on staring at it. She didn’t want him to mess up the sexy image. Even though it was an erogenous touch point for her, she was more transfixed at the erotic image, especially being able to watch it move with each jiggled thrust. She thought the image was missing only one thing.

Fifteen minutes later Dan was ready to come again. “I want it, Danny!” Dan knew what that meant and withdrew from her. Raquel scooted off the counter and got down on her knees to put Dan’s manhood in her mouth. Dan couldn’t hold back. The first two pulsing throbs began to fill her mouth. She purposely wasn’t swallowing. She began smiling so big that she lifted her head off of him and she quickly wrapped his cock between her breasts to capture the rest. He finished coming on her tits.

Jiggling her tits with her hands made his Escort İnkilap cum drool over the lipstick marks on her breast. She was creating her own image of what she knew was missing from the erotic lip print. Happy with the sight of it, she looked up at Dan, gathered the cum in her mouth with her tongue and forced it out of the corners of her lips. His cum drooled down her face and over her chin. When her mouth was empty she spoke of the image she created, “My mouth and boob look the same now, Danny. My boob looks like it gave you a blowjob too. What do you think?” Raquel began to giggle.

Her own mouth and the imprinted lips on her breast looked practically identical. Dan admitted, “I love it. You always look sexy, Rocks.”

Raquel was just transfixed at looking at herself in the mirror as if cum drooling out of her mouth was something no one had ever seen before. She stated to Dan, “Every time I look at myself, my juices keep flowing.”

Dan began grinning, “Let it flow, We ain’t goin anywhere, Baby.” Raquel began grinning too.

Raquel got up off the floor and put her arms around Dan’s neck to kiss him. She was happy. The cum on her chest was now all over his. The cum on her mouth joined his too. A passionate kiss slowly made it get a little messier. After the satisfaction of another great sexual experience they meandered back to the shower together to wash their bodies again. Raquel told Dan, “I know what I want to get you for Christmas.”

*****

Late in the morning Raquel was making her rounds, walking from building to building looking for any needs on the grounds or buildings which may need some care. She usually tried to end the routine at her friends condo to join them for casual conversation. She met Max, Nattles, and Carrie about a year and a half ago when Max was moving in.

Max was a straight guy who fell in love with the lesbian couple, Nattles and Carrie. Ironically they also fell in love with him. They all met in graduate school and now all lived together in Max’s new condo on the cliffs above the beach.

Max, Nattles, and Carrie were sitting in the living room drinking their late morning coffee. Raquel rang the doorbell and Max went to see who was at the door. “Hi, Raquel. We still have some hot coffee if you can stay and join us.”

“Thanks, Max, I’d love some.” Raquel came inside and joined the trio. As Max poured her a cup of coffee, Raquel sat down with Nattles and Carrie. “Good morning ladies. Being lazy like usual?” Carrie and Nattles just smirked at each other.

Part of Raquel’s personality was that she felt like she was the perfect woman in competition with all other women. She spoke with sass and ego driving her comments. She drew attention from others with her natural attractive looks enhanced by her own vanity. In reality she didn’t have many friends.

Nattles, Carrie, and Max sensed there was an oddness about her personality and went out of their way to befriend her. That included listening to the comments that tried to diss them. They tried to just blow the dissing comments off. So Carrie said, “We’re just savoring the coffee, trying to make it last. Max made ours a mocha.”

“That explains your over shirts. If I cover up like that everyone will think I’m hiding something too. After the holidays you can diet hard and get ready for summer again. A mocha adds the extra calories.”

Nattles usually became perturbed at Raquel’s comments first and tried to call her on them. The tone in Nattles’ voice sounded passive aggressive when she said, “We’re wearing Max’s shirts because they are comfortable. That’s it. It’s Saturday and we’re just relaxing in comfort. We don’t have to go out and impress the world today.”

“Oh, I see. I don’t have to impress the world either. I think for me though it’s just more natural. But that’s what my background is all about… impressing people.”

Neither Nattles or Carrie said anything more about their looks.

Sensing the conversation may have just ended, Raquel tried to reword what she was saying, “Oh, don’t get me wrong. I think you both look cute wearing a man’s shirt. I do it all the time when the calories start getting the best of me. It’s just been awhile.”

What Raquel was trying to say was bothering Nattles. Max was just sipping his coffee trying to stay inconspicuous. Carrie could see the frustration beginning to build from the look on Nattles face. So Carrie took over the conversation and tried to change it. “So what brings you by this morning. The fog has almost all burned off. Have you started your Christmas shopping?”

Raquel began to feel giddy and she smiled with a trite look on her face and said, “Funny you say that. Dan and I were, well you know, this morning, and I thought of something special for him. Two things actually, either a stripper’s pole or a tattoo. What do you think?”

Everyone already knew that when Raquel said “well you know” she really meant İnkilap Escort “sex.” But that’s not why everyone looked confused. Max finally spoke up with some curiosity. “I had no idea Dan liked to do wild performance stripping.”

Then Nattles spoke up too, “How could you give him a tattoo? Do you mean a gift certificate for a tattoo? That would be a good gift.”

Raquel knew immediately that no one understood what she meant and cleared things up, “Oh, sillies. I would use the stripper pole to give him private performances. It would make him happy to just sit back with his friends and just watch me. Or, the tattoo would be on me right here.” Raquel cupped her hand on the outer underside of her breast and began massaging the one point that turned her on. Raquel tried to finish her thought while saying with erotic overtones, “This is his favorite place to touch me and now I know why. Oh, god. I was thinking of a tattoo of kissing lips right here, Oh god, I better stop.”

Carrie, Max, and Nattles were just staring at Raquel. The erotic overtone in her voice wasn’t made up. Max took a dry gulp to clear his throat. Nattles’ and Carrie’s mouths were open in disbelief of Raquel’s erotic display of massaging her own breast. Then Nattles tried to clear things up, trying to make obvious to Raquel of her real intent. Nattles said with curiosity, “Those would then be gifts to yourself, wouldn’t they? You get a dance pole or you get a tattoo.”

“Yes, and no. Dan gets the real gift, the gift of happiness! That’s the real joy in giving… to make others happy, which is why I know he would love these gifts.” The three didn’t know how to respond, so Raquel asked one more question, “Max, would you like getting a stripper’s pole for Christmas?”

Max immediately began grinning and at the same time he began looking over at Nattles and Carrie. They weren’t grinning at all. In fact the look in their eyes was “you better say the right thing or you’re not getting any sex tonight.” As he kept pondering his answer, the look in their eyes changed to “you’ll be sleeping on the couch all week too if we don’t like what you say.”

Max came up with an answer, “We get our exercise more traditionally around here, walking, jogging, etcetera. I don’t think a stripper’s pole would get used much. It would just take up space. I probably wouldn’t want one.” Max saw a breath of air leave both the ladies lungs and the stare down was over. He had said something in which they approved.

Raquel also liked his answer and added some of her own thoughts, “I didn’t think about all the room it would take up and a whole room makeover with mirrors, lights, and sound system. You convinced me, Max. Tattoo it is! I just hope it doesn’t bring me bad luck like my other tattoos.” On previous occasions Nattles and Carrie had seen the simple tattoos on Raquel’s ankle, but they had never inquired about them. At a quick glance they appeared as misshaped snakes.

Now Raquel lifted her ankle over her other knee for everyone to see. And she explained, “I got these tattoo sash marks in memory of my first beauty pageant titles. This one represents Miss Fast and Wet. It was a wet t-shirt contest at the Bay Harbor boat race show. I came in first place. And this one was for Miss Central Valley Wine Girl the following year. I’m more proud of this one. I had my boobs done three months prior and after winning I knew I made the right decision. It was a bikini contest but instead I had my boobs painted purple as bunches of grapes, and to hide my nipples. I entered the contest topless. Some people thought I should have been thrown out, like I was cheating. Technically I wasn’t wearing a whole bikini, but most people couldn’t tell. I was disqualified on that technicality, but the board members of the union thought I dressed creatively, in the spirit of the event, and gave me a first place honorable mention. So yes I won, but no I didn’t.”

Nattles, Max, and Carrie were speechless and looked confused. Nattles couldn’t remain silent and had to ask, “So was that the bad luck? You won but were disqualified?”

“Oh no. I still consider that a win. The bad luck was when I entered the Miss California pageant. After the swimsuit portion was the interview portion. They asked me about these tattoos and when I explained my accomplishments they asked me if it encouraged exploitation of women. I was perfectly clear and told them absolutely not! I told the interviewer that he had his words mixed up. What I was doing was exhibitionism which is completely different than exploitation. Exhibitionism celebrated women’s rights and the freedom to be on a level to be at one with one’s surroundings. It celebrates freedom, the greatest principle for which this country was founded. I got a lot of applause from the audience but the judges thought my comments didn’t represent the ideals of the title of Miss California. Like I got my boobs done for nothing. Who wants to get their boobs done and then stay clothed. I’m not inventing rocket science. I’m celebrating life. It doesn’t make sense. That was my last beauty pageant.”

Nattles actually felt some slight empathy for Raquel. So did Max and Carrie. Carrie told Raquel, “You should get Dan a tattoo on your boob. I don’t think it will bring you bad luck.”

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Tom Billionaire Ch. 01

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The story of one Tom Eriksen, a wealthy billionaire who has suffered great tragedy despite his financial success. Abandoned by those he loves and shunning those that still care about him, he sets off to drown his sorrows in a sea of sexual excess and hedonistic pleasure. But some old friends will remind him who he really is.

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The following story follows directly after “John Billionaire”, “Jeff Thousandaire”, and “A Billionaire’s Life”. This story assumes you know the primary characters from that series. Familiarity with those stories *IS* a requirement. If you haven’t already read them, don’t bother trying to read this one.

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— CHAPTER 1: Mykonos —

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*– MONDAY, JUNE, MYKONOS, GREECE –*

“Mmm… Your cock is so delicious.” The gorgeous babe rolled her soft brown eyes up, staring adoringly at me while she lavished my stiff prick with her considerable oral expertise. Her dirty-blonde hair fell in soft waves to either side of her sharp, angular face, bouncing lightly with her head-bobbing motions. Her sculpted, dark eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Keeping her gaze on me, she went up and down slowly, sucking with exquisite force and using her tongue to tickle the underside of my shaft. After the first few pulls, she took a deep breath and then obviously relaxed herself, focusing downward as she swallowed me to the root, using her throat muscles to massage the head of my prick while rolling her eyes back up to see my reaction.

I simply smiled and stroked her hair. The beautiful young woman pulled off to gulp some oxygen before deep-throating me once again, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine. The girl had an intensity about her. You could see the focus and attention she put into pleasing me, determined to make an impression.

She’d made an impression alright. I’d first seen Vivienne on Paradise Beach, Mykonos, Greece. Like most of the other vacationing Europeans, she was clad in a barely-there bikini designed to attract as much attention as possible to her absolutely incredible body. Standing 5’9″ (or 1.8 metres, as she put it), her legs were long, lithe, and incredibly toned. Her hips were shapely without being overly large. She had a narrow waist and a flat tummy. And her tits were over-proportionally large for her slender frame. I wanted to bury my face into her cleavage the moment I saw her, and from some of the attention she was getting from other men around, I wasn’t the only one. On top of all that, she had a well-chiseled face, with angular cheekbones and a sharp beauty that simply drew one’s attention to her as if she were magnetic, even at the expense of any girls around her.

In a sea of nubile girls all over the beach, Vivienne stood out above the rest, with a body that would have made the ancient Greek sculptors drool with envy. And in my perpetual mood of hedonistic narcissism, I just HAD to have her, regardless of any potential consequences.

So I had my attendant staff set me up well within view of Vivienne and her companions, three other nubile examples of youthful, female beauty. They, as well as many others around, couldn’t help but glance over as my uniformed attendants arranged three lounge chairs, a large canopy sunshade, and a small table on which to put my drinks of choice. Everything gleamed of the finest materials and expensive fabrics. By contrast, the four girls reclined together on simple beach towels with no additional equipment. We were at the far Eastern edge of Paradise Beach, and while the Greek Tourism Board supplied a large number of “sun beds” and umbrellas in the middle of the beach, it was the height of the busy season and they were all already taken.

After patiently waiting, I stepped forward and settled into the center lounge chair. Immediately following me was my valet, a gorgeous young Greek woman whose ample tits threatened to burst over the top of her skimpy bikini, as starkly white as the buildings of Santorini. She set my drink on the small table along with a bottle of water for herself, and then knelt in the sand beside my chair. “How may I serve you, sir?” she asked with a thick accent, her green eyes dancing.

I let my gaze run down to the obvious cleavage she was showing me in this position, neatly framed by her curly dark hair cascading over her shoulders. I thought about how she had already “served” me just last night, her legs in the air as I pounded her cunt without mercy until I blasted wave after wave of hot spunk into the back of her womb. But now was not the time for such thoughts. I had other targets in mind.

“Nothing for now, Evania,” I said gently, and then waved to the lounge chair on my left, separated from me by the cocktail table.

My beautiful valet nodded and slid onto the chair, pulling her shapely legs together and bent at the knees as she turned onto her side to watch me attentively. I glanced over just as she wrapped an arm around her torso, a motion which compressed her big tits together for my viewing pleasure.

Meanwhile, İnkilap Escort I snuck a glance over to Vivienne and her companions, my gaze hidden behind my Cartier sunglasses. The elaborate beach setup and uniformed attendants had gotten her attention. Everything screamed *money*, perhaps unsubtly; but then I didn’t want to waste time with subtlety. The third lounge chair seemed to pique Vivienne’s interest, especially since it appeared that I had only the one companion. And more to the point, Evania was clearly in a subservient role and separated from my chair by the table. The chair immediately to my right remained unoccupied, and perhaps the gorgeous dirty-blonde couldn’t help but momentarily imagine herself reclining in it.

I smiled and then reclined back into my chair, sinking deep into its plush cushioning and letting my legs stretch out. But then on a whim, I raised my sunglasses up and turned my head to find my beautiful brunette valet still watching me attentively, just in case I needed her services. With a smile, I ordered gently, “Evania, remove your top.”

She smiled, pearly teeth sparkling as she turned and reached back to unhook herself. The sheer size of her tits popped the pure white fabric forward as soon as the clasp was released, and after undoing the simple knot behind her neck, her large and pleasantly rounded breasts were left bare for anyone to see, her dark nipples already hardening in arousal.

Given that a decent percentage of women on this beach were topless, Evania’s little move didn’t attract TOO much attention. Still, many men couldn’t help but glance over. And to my delight, Vivienne was similarly glancing over with some jealousy. Up until now, she’d been fully aware she was the most attractive thing in a hundred meter radius. But now, with Evania’s darker beauty and unfettered tits, she had some competition. I knew Vivienne’s type. She was energized and aroused by the rush of knowing she had a man’s attention, and to lose it was something she simply did not want to deal with.

So to my delight and pleasure, Vivienne simply lay back and unhooked her own bikini top, stripping away the blue and white garment to reveal her prodigious bosoms to anyone who cared to look. And they were certainly worth the look. High, firm, round… simply a gorgeous pair of melons. She then leaned back, planting her hands behind her and thrusting her chest into the air. I saw the corners of her lips rising in a smile as she knew she’d once again drawn the attention of the majority of males in the vicinity, including me.

This was a girl ready and willing to play, and I felt a stirring in my loins as my heartbeat accelerated in excitement. Now I _really_ had to have her. So I curled my finger to Evania, and once my valet was again kneeling in the sand between our two lounge chairs, I leaned forward and whispered to her my instructions. She smiled in understanding. After all, this wasn’t the first time we were doing this.

After retrieving four glasses of ouzo from our attendants, Evania, still topless, sauntered over to the girls with the tray. The four young vacationers at first looked quite surprised when the gorgeous Greek woman knelt beside them. But with some mild conversation, the girls graciously accepted the drinks. A few minutes after that, my lovely valet succeeded in inviting them to join us, and the four young ladies picked up their beach towels and moved to spread them out in front of my lounge chairs, comfortably shielded from the sun by my overhead canopy.

One girl, a green-eyed, shoulder-length blonde, seemed the most reluctant and deliberately placed her towel the furthest away from me. I knew that Evania had stated my intentions clearly, that I just wanted the pleasure of their company on the beach and in return, my attendants would provide to all their needs. Indeed, more drinks, snacks, and umbrellas were soon arriving, although there were no additional lounge chairs coming. But still, the blonde girl instinctively knew that while I didn’t necessarily *expect* anything more than conversation from them, I certainly _wanted_ more.

It was a game I’d already played twice this trip. I had plenty of money and not enough companionship. I started at Naoussa, on Paros, letting native-Greek Evania show me the way. It took some time, but eventually I landed two beautiful local girls, the pair of them looking for a chance to get away from home for a while. They certainly got their wish, and neither girl spent much time with their clothes on while we cruised all around the Mediterranean for close to a month. They got to explore the world just beyond their usual reach, and I was kept well-satisfied with young pussy whenever I wanted it. But eventually the girls got homesick and we returned them back to Naoussa, full of cum but none the worse for wear.

After a couple of weeks break, it was Evania’s suggestion to hit a bigger “tourist” spot. The durations might be shorter and expenses higher, but İnkilap Escort Bayan the experience certainly promised to be wilder. At Ibiza, Spain, I’d picked up a trio of young university-age girls on holiday. They had little money and were originally staying at a hostel rather far from the beach. But instead of spending their weeklong holiday at the hostel, the three of them moved onto my yacht and allowed me to shower them with clothes, dinners, and expensive gifts. And I spent their weeklong holiday fucking all three of them within an inch of their lives. Ultimately, they returned home with pleasant memories and I took another couple of weeks to rest with Evania in Greece. But then it was time to start again. I rather enjoyed how things had worked out at Ibiza, and Evania promised me that Mykonos was every bit the equal as a place to find gorgeous young girls ready to party.

She was right. Yesterday, Evania and I were at the Western end of Paradise Beach. We’d attracted another trio of girls, and by the end of the afternoon two of them certainly seemed willing to spend the next several days with me. But one of the girls was absolutely terrified of going off with a total stranger and ultimately, none of them joined me. In retrospect, I’m rather glad they didn’t. Otherwise, I never would have met Vivienne.

And Vivienne seemed just as interested to meet me. The gorgeous dirty-blonde bombshell set her blanket down immediately at the foot of my lounge chair, then sat down with her legs folded to her side while leaning on one arm, bending forward to profile her naked tits for maximum appeal. I couldn’t yet see her eyes because of her black Gucci sunglasses, but there was no mistaking the smile on her face. “So,” she began in an amused but firm voice, with a noticeable but not unmanageable French accent. “I would like to thank you for the drink, but I make it a point not to accept gifts from strangers.”

“My name is Tomas Eriksen,” I said gently, holding up my own drink in a ‘cheers’ gesture. “But you can call me Tom. Now we are not strangers.”

“Santé, Tom.” Vivienne pronounced it ‘Tohm’ – like ‘tome’ with an extra breath of ‘huh’ before the ‘o’ – and smiled showing off twin rows of perfect teeth. She raised her glass and took a sip before smirking. “Although you do not look Scandinavian. You are American?”

I reached up to touch my dark hair, frosted with blonde tips, and my decidedly more Eastern features. At least I had the blue eyes. “Yes, American. And my mother is NOT Scandinavian,” I noted.

“Ah.” The dirty-blonde then canted her head and gestured with her glass to her naked chest. “I am Vivienne,” she finally told me her name. Then she swept her hand out to introduce the rest of her friends. Cecile was the shoulder-length blonde who was still suspicious of my motives. Lucette was a slender brunette with big, brown doe eyes. And Aveline was a busty, blue-eyed redhead with a wide mouth and a predatory expression. The four of them were old friends who were reuniting two years after graduating from the Université de Bourgogne. Vivienne and Aveline were best friends who had settled into jobs nearby their school in Dijon, Eastern France. Lucette and Cecile had each returned to their hometowns, and this was the first time all four of them were together again. They had already spent two nights in Mykonos drinking and partying, and as Vivienne put it, were “looking for our next adventure” for the remaining five nights they had left.

Collectively, the girls reminded me of twenty-something Midwestern-Americans, eager to get the hell out of Kansas. They were country girls seeking the energy of bright lights, pumping music, and the appearance of being “sophisticated”. Well, they were going to get all the adventure they wanted with me.

The conversation flowed easily, despite the differences with accents. I made it a point to involve all four girls, Cecile perhaps being the least experienced with English and therefore the most hesitant of the French girls. But after an hour of me staying in my seat and keeping my hands to myself (along with round after round of drinks), even she started to loosen up.

I flirted with the four of them and started dropping sexual innuendos into the conversation. Jokes went around about me keeping up with the four of them, and I retorted that even if I took them all on at once, at the end of the evening I would be the only one left standing. That led to jokes about me being an old man and it eventually coming out that I was 32 while the four of them were either 23 or 24. But I promised them I was very fit for my advanced age. From my well-toned body born of the daily workouts with a personal trainer available to someone of wealth like me, the girls seemed to agree.

After the first hour, the redhead Aveline had moved up alongside Vivienne and lost her bikini top. Her tits, while not quite as large as her best friend’s, were still quite big and round. Then Lucette shyly shed her top and revealed her Escort İnkilap very perky B-cups. And egged on by her friends, eventually Cecile stripped down as well to show that she had quite healthy natural C-cups of her own, capped with pretty, pale, pink nipples.

It was time for an afternoon snack then, and the girls oohed and ahhed when my attendants brought us quite the spread. It was a cross-section of food from three nearby cafés, and all four girls rather smugly dug in while basking in the jealous looks of more than a few vacationers around us. We had all the shade, drinks, food, and comfort anyone could want on a beach, far more than the girls were expecting when they woke up this morning.

There was an interesting moment when Aveline dripped some mustard onto her left tit, and she moved to take a napkin to clean it up. But reacting quickly, Vivienne reached out and grabbed Aveline’s wrist, stopping her motion. Then darting a glance to me to ensure that I was watching, the busty blonde then bent over and extended her tongue, swiping up the glob of mustard from the upper slope of her best friend’s breast before taking it into her mouth, humming erotically.

Lucette looked scandalized. Cecile exclaimed, “Vivi-_enne_!” And Aveline merely smiled mischievously.

Yeah, I think we were all on the same page. I glanced over to Evania who shared my Cheshire smile.

By the end of the second hour, I invited Vivienne to take the lounge chair by my side. And knowing _everything_ that such an invitation implied, the gorgeous young woman agreed. None of the other girls protested. It had always been quite clear that Vivienne was the one I wanted most, and for the moment, the other girls just seemed happy to be along for the ride. My placing my hand onto Vivienne’s leg without her objection just seemed to validate the direction we were headed. The only thing was: the girls did not yet know I planned to have them all as well.

I began by asking, “Do you have plans for tonight?”

The girls exchanged glances before Aveline spoke up, “Plans? What fun would a vacation be if we made _plans_?” She laughed musically, the other girls also joining in.

“Well,” I brought my hands together, steepling my fingers. “I’m still new to Mykonos and I’m afraid I don’t know the best places to go dancing. Would you ladies perhaps like to show me around?”

“We would love to,” Vivienne was quick to answer before anyone else could raise an objection. “But we would need to return to our hotel to change into more appropriate clothes.”

It was my turn to smile. “Nonsense. Why don’t I just take you lovely ladies shopping? My treat. I’m sure we’ll find everything you need.”

Shopping? Four pairs of eyes lit up in absolute delight.

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Dresses, shoes, and of course lingerie, which the girls wouldn’t let me see (not yet, at least). Plus jewelry. At first, the girls were quite restrained in their selections. After all, they didn’t want to upset me. But after my repeated insistence, as well as making several selections on my own and thrusting them at the girls, they got the hint: Money was no object. I was paying. I *wanted* to spoil my new companions. And as the Euros flew by, I could actually _feel_ the sexual excitement building, just like I wanted. After all, under the right circumstances, shopping can make a girl quite aroused while also subtly instilling them with a sense of gratitude. And all four girls were starting to feel the need to thank me, as evidenced by the way they each began hugging me after I made purchase after purchase after purchase (especially the big jewelry ones).

Shopping and changing into their new outfits led us to dinner at the most expensive and upscale restaurant on the island. Dinner led to dancing at a trendy nightclub, during which I finally got to put my hands on Vivienne in a somewhat more intimate manner. Her ass was just as firm as I could have hoped for, and the heat in her eyes made it clear that she would follow me anywhere. “Are you having a good time?” I asked mid-dance.

“The best!” Vivienne enthused just before I twirled her and jerked her back, where she literally fell against my chest, giggling happily. I definitely knew her type: young, energetic, and looking for adventure on holiday. She’d come to the beach with the express purpose of hooking up with someone, and from her perspective, she was about to land the whale. I was wealthy, charming, and an excellent dancer. At worst she was going to have a very pleasant hook-up. And if she was really lucky, we might even stay in contact once the holiday was over. As she fingered the pretty necklace I’d bought for her, which likely cost as much money as she made in a month, I could see Euro symbols lighting up in her soft brown eyes. Perhaps she was already dreaming of becoming my next trophy wife.

Perhaps making my point, Vivienne moved even closer to me with the next dance, wrapping her thighs around my leg and drawing my chest against hers. She held my cheek in one hand and stared intently at me from just centimeters away. “I am having a wonderful time, Tohm,” she husked in that alluring accent. “But I think we can have an even better time in your hotel room.” And with that, the gorgeous young babe pressed her face forward and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

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As the two beautiful nymphs made love to each others’ bodies, exploring the sweet sports of the other, I could only lay back and stare. The two women, my friends Michelle and Desarae, had taken it upon themselves to have sex for me — again — under one condition: they would only do it while I was tied up.

Now I don’t know about you. There is nothing sexier in my mind then having trust between yourself and your partner(s). The two women laying next to me are two of my closest friends and have my trust locked up. If they didn’t have that, there would be no way they would ever be able to tie me up.

So there I laid, with my arms secured to the bed posts by my neckties. I had been stripped naked by the girls, my 7 inch cock standing at attention. This is torture of the best kind, as my hands could not reach out to grab and stroke it, possibly to prevent me from cumming before the girls wanted me to cum. Precum, though, oozed and drooled out of the hole, coating the area above my groin with slick, tangy cream.

My girlfriends were also naked and laying next to me, with Desarae on top of Michelle in a 69. It is always a sight to see Desarae’s brown hair splayed over Michelle’s silky thighs while her tongue dances along Michelle’s pussy. Michelle’s wavy dirty blonde hair is tied back in a pony tail, giving me a clear view of Desarae’s pretty pussy. The girls’ necks, bent at near 90-degree angles, are tongue-fucking the other girls’ pussy with reckless abandon, and I could tell by the slurping and the moans coming from each. Michelle’s hands were on Desi’s ass cheeks, using them as leverage to slide her tongue into the brunette’s sweet snatch.

The girls started bucking on the others’ face, with pussy juice easily visible on Michelle’s. I could see from my vantage point that Michelle’s tongue was rippling and wiggling into Desarae’s pussy, making the other girl quiver from excitement. Desi lifted her head from Michelle’s lap and moaned, yet she was quick enough to slide her fingers down to Michelle’s clit and rub circles around my friend’s erect button.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, rub my pussy Desi, oh yes make me cum,” Michelle said, taking her mouth and tongue off Desarae’s pussy for a second, replacing them with two fingers into the warm, wet crevice. She started to move her fingers in and out, plunging them into Desarae’s slit and holding them there for a few seconds, letting the girl on the receiving end moan louder, pushing her ass and pussy down harder, hoping Michelle’s fingers would go deeper.

“Oh fuck me Michelle, let me be your bitch. Show him how we like to get fucked!” Desarae screamed at our girlfriend, as her arms were holding herself up, her palms flat on the bed with her arms straight, her ass humping against Michelle’s fingers.

Michelle took another finger, this time licking it and pressing it against Desarae’s tender asshole. Desi İncirtepe Escort let out a whimper as the fingertip made first contact with the orifice, and moaned a little louder as the finger shimmied its way into her chute. With Michelle’s digits filling up her two bottom-most holes, Desarae took the initiative to fill up her third hole. Leaning over toward me, she moved her upper body slightly, letting her beautiful 34c tits become dislodged from Michelle’s tummy. Grasping my aching cock in her left hand, Desarae licked the tip of my cockhead, tasting the sugary substance flowing freely. Moaning as she licked me, my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. Her velvety tongue flicked the head before she started to bathe the underside of my cock.

She was looking deeply into my eyes while she licked me, and after quickly winking, she shoved my cock into her mouth, sliding my shaft in between her red lips. She got a good portion of my cock in her mouth, leaving a few inches visible. With her right hand, she gripped the root of my cock and began to stroke it while she sucked. She had once told me if she had the chance, she would suck on my cock for hours.

While Desi’s beautiful face was bobbing up and down on my rigid shaft, Michelle’s fingers were busy inside the other girls’ shaved pussy. Every so often, she would stick her tongue out and catch a dribble of pussy juice dropping from her fingers. She savored the sweet taste, letting an “mmmmmmmmmm” escape her lips. Desarae was getting ready to cum, and Michelle put her over the edge by clamping her mouth down on her clit, sucking for dear life, still drilling her fingers into Desi’s slippery pussy and tight ass.

Desarae’s orgasm came in waves, with tiny tremors blasting away at her nervous system, sending shivers throughout her body. She released my cock from her open maw to let out a loud moan and to announce to us that she was cumming. Michelle, on the other hand, was not ready for the tide to come in. With her mouth cleanly pressed to Desi’s pussy, the first wave of cum squirted right above her mouth, flooding her nostrils with juice. Michelle instinctively closed her eyes in order to prevent getting cum in them, and soon replaced her mouth with fingers on her clit, and vice versa along Desarae’s wide open pussy.

As soon as Desi finished her marathon cum, she reluctantly let go of my steel-like shaft. She had been slowly stroking it during her powerful orgasm, as if she didnt want me to cum prematurely while she was cumming. As my cock fell back to my body, she slipped away from me, off the foot of the bed and kneeled at the floor.

“I have to rest before I continue guys, give me a minute,” Desi said, with her breathing coming choppy. Turning to Michelle, she whispered, “Time to let stud muffin here bust a nut.”

My sweet Michelle eagerly took Desarae’s İncirtepe Escort Bayan place between my legs, letting her fingernails rub against the inside of my thighs. Bending down, she flicked her tongue out and bathed my balls with her saliva. It didn’t stop there, as she dragged her tongue along the base of my cock before slipping it up toward the tip. My cockhead, looking purple as it was engorged with blood, was still shiny with precum, still flowing freely. Even more semen drenched my groin, as she stopped her tongue from going near the sensitive ridge.

I was nearly ready to blow my load, but I didn’t want to cum just yet. I wanted to wait until Michelle’s supple thighs were straddling mine, her satiny pussy enveloping my cock, her ass coming in contact with my quads. She began to straddle me, taking my cock in her right hand while her left was on my chest, trying to keep her balance. She started to rub my dick along her pussy, teasing it. The head brushed her clit, sending a spark through her body. Her eyes shot wide open and couldn’t wait any longer. She buried my cock to the hilt, and she started to bounce on me, riding me like a prize pony.

After she let go of my cock, she put her hand onto my chest. Letting it slip to just under the back of my neck, she bent down to kiss me as she was fucking my cock. We kept eye contact as our bodies came together, it felt as if we were in sync with each other, working together like a machine for mutual pleasure. I felt the heat from her face, the sweat pouring out of her pores as we kissed, our tongues circling each other. I could taste a faint hint of Desarae’s pussy and her cum in Michelle’s kiss.

As we looked into each other’s eyes, we heard several tiny slaps. Keeping one eye in Michelle’s, I looked past her shoulder and saw Desarae kneeling behind her, slapping her ass, making her cheek red. The force of the slaps got harder with each thrust, and Michelle started to whimper as our friend spanked her.

Then, without warning, Desarae reached down and grabbed Michelle’s ponytail and pulled her up. Shuffling forward on her knees, Desi got right up close behind her. Reaching around with her left hand, she cupped one of Michelle’s ample tits and began to roll her nipple in between her thumb and forefinger. She began to talk dirty to Michelle as she rode my shaft, barking out instructions and talking dirty: “wiggle your hips as you ride him”, “you like that cock stuffed deep inside your naughty pussy, don’t you Michelle?”, “I bet you can’t wait for him to cum so I can suck it all out of your pussy after you collapse.”

Her last statement made Michelle buck on my groin as well as moan. But Desarae stopped the moaning, pressing her lips to Michelle’s and sliding her tongue inside. Freeing Michelle’s hair, she reached around with her other hand and grabbed Escort İncirtepe her other tit and began to squeeze them as Michelle’s pussy continued its unrelenting assault. Her vaginal walls began to spasm around my shaft, cutting off the blood flow like a vice, yet allowing the cum from my swollen sack make its 7 inch trip to Michelle’s pussy.

I exploded deep into Michelle’s soaken cavern as her own orgasm tore through her; I could feel my groin flooded with Michelle’s secretions. After her orgasm ended, she fell off me with Desi’s assistance. Desarae laid her down next to me before freeing my hands from their bonds. She then spread Michelle’s legs and licked her lips as she eyed our friends’ pussy with lust. There was a gleam in her eye as she dove in, sending her tongue into unknown locations. Michelle’s eyes widened yet again as Desarae’s tongue invaded her most secret place, and frantically wrapped her legs around Desi’s head.

From the sound of Michelle’s moans, Desarae was hitting all of the right places, with her nose rubbing up against Michelle’s clit. Desi was using her tongue as a shovel, and she intended to scoop all of my tasty cum from our friends’ juicy pussy. Seeing Desarae’s perfect ass wiggling in front of me, my cock returned to its hardened state and I approached Desi’s ass. I shoved my cock deep into Desarae’s pussy and began fucking her hard, grabbing her hips as I pulled her body into mine. For good measure, I spanked her ass harder than she spanked Michelle.

After grabbing each tiny piece of cum, she began to suck on Michelle’s clit. Michelle jerked and spasmed as yet another orgasm ripped through her, and Desarae began to moan between sucks due to the fucking my cock was giving her. My balls were smacking on Desarae’s pussy and as Michelle was relaxing from her latest orgasm, she watched us lustfully while she rubbed her sensitive clit.

After a good half hour of me doing Desarae’s pussy doggy style, I started pounding into her and I felt my cum start to rise. I pulled out of her and she turned around, getting on her knees. Michelle was not to be left out and she got on her knees next to her. The girls put their faces very close to each other, their faces touching, their mouths wide open, their tongues sticking out and touching. I started to fist my cock and after a minute, I started to grunt and breathe through clenched teeth. I told the girls I was about to cum and their faces inched closer. They wanted all of my cum this time. Aiming in between their open mouths, my cum shot off like a rocket, landing on Michelle’s tongue. Another spurt landed on Desi’s. Other spurts landed on each others’ faces. After my cock was done erupting, Michelle leaned over and took my cock into her mouth and started to suck hard on it, while Desarae began to clean up the cum on Michelle’s face, licking it all up and swallowing. My cock got hard again and Desarae sucked on it while Michelle licked Desarae’s face clean.

The girls, their faces fully clean, laid me down on the bed and began to alternately suck on my cock until I came again. Then, with Michelle on my right side and Desarae on my left, we pulled the covers up on ourselves as we fell asleep.

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Tina’s Nautical Adventure

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It was an impressive boat. He said it was an 80 foot custom yacht. I arrived at the marina on a sunny Saturday morning in San Diego and found slip number E-12. It was a white boat with black windows and it appeared to be three levels high. There was a patio set on the second level where two gentlemen were sitting, drinking coffee and reading newspapers.

I was wearing my sexiest two piece black swimsuit with short cutoffs pulled over the bottom. I had on flip flops and carried a small weekend bag over my shoulder. As I approached the boat, both gentlemen stood up and one yelled down to me, “Are you Tina?”

I smiled up at them and responded, “Yes I am,”

They both met me at the back of the boat and helped me climb in. Both men were in their early 50’s with very nice tans and both were in good physical condition. As they had previously told me, they were business partners from Phoenix that were 1/4 share owners of the yacht. They used it several times a year to get away from their wives and go fishing out at sea. I met one of the men, Mark, on line a few weeks before where we got into some sexy chat sessions.

He knew I was a struggling recently divorced mom, in my forties who was in-between jobs and looking at the want ads every day. After a few chat sessions, he said he would hire me to be a crew member on his boat and the amount he offered was almost too good to be true. He knew I had no experience but made it clear I was not being hired for my knowledge of the sea or boats. I was desperate and at the same time a little excited about such an offer. After all, none of my friends or family had to know details. It was just a job like any other but I suspected there were more strings attached.

My boys stayed with their dad for a few weeks and my friend watched my apartment and dog. I was going out on a million dollar yacht on a new adventure and I had only the most basic knowledge of what my new job would be, or so I thought.

After I boarded and the introductions were done between Mark, John, and me, Mark handed me a contract to sign. It was very short and the basic idea was that I had to agree to do everything I was told by the captain and crew in exchange for my very generous compensation. I agreed after scanning it and signed the contract knowing full well there may be some liberties taken. I was ready for it. I was excited by the fact these two men seemed pleased at my appearance and willingness to sail with them. As a divorced mom of two boys, I have not had a lot of dating opportunities and these two men were checking me out like they had never seen a woman before. I was flattered.

They invited me up to the next level where John settled in behind a big steering wheel. Mark and I sat on a sofa by a nice wooden bar. John messed with the buttons and switches and I could feel the engines start up. It was still quiet but I could feel a subtle vibration all around me. He was talking to someone on the radio about undoing the lines and we began to slowly move out of the slip. I could see us pulling into the harbor through the huge windows opposite my seat. This was so exciting. I did not know where to look. I watched John handle the controls and I wanted to watch out the window to see all the other expensive boats in the harbor. I was riding in a very expensive boat with a couple of rich guys. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was somebody important. I had only seen things like this in the movies.

Just then, the back door opened and two younger, tanned men entered the lounge we were in. Mark introduced them as the real crew. They stayed with the boat full time for all of the various owners and did all maintenance, cleaning, food prep, and dirty work for the fishing. I think they actually lived on the boat full time. They looked like college age boys or young men and they were very well mannered. After a short introduction, they went up some stairs to another level.

I asked Mark if there were any other people on board. He said there were not. Just the four men and me – the newest crew member. He said that with a very evil grin.

We were moving very very slow through the harbor. I saw hundreds of yachts, smaller boats and sailboats. I even saw a big Navy ship of some kind. I learned there was a Navy base right in the San Diego harbor. Mark asked me what I liked to drink and I told him I loved margaritas. He mixed up a pitcher and poured each of us a drink over ice. As we got further away from the docks and the waterway widened, we began to go a little faster. I could see the opening to the ocean about a mile ahead. I asked İncirtepe Escort Mark what my first duties would be. I was anxious to learn what I would be doing for the next two weeks.

“As soon as we get out to the open sea, I will explain everything,” he said. “Just relax and enjoy the ride for now. We like to get about 20 or 30 miles out before we talk about fishing or any other plans.” He went on after a few minutes and said, “I will tell you the first rule though. Once we clear that point up ahead, we will be out of the harbor and this boat has a rule that no females on board will wear clothes out of the harbor.”

“What,” I said? “You want me to take my clothes off? And then what?”

“Nothing else,” he said. You just have to be naked past that point. “Rules are rules.”

“But seriously, I am 44 years old,” I said. “I am a mother of two. I am just an average woman in average shape. You really don’t want me running around naked. You act like I am a playboy model or stripper or something.”

“That’s exactly what we like,” he said. “We love average, but cute, curvy women. We can go to the strip clubs for twenty something college girls. Both John and I are attracted to you. You are much more attractive to us than you think. Now get undressed, you have about 1 minute before you are in violation of the rules. You don’t want to be disciplined before we even get started?”

“Disciplined? What does that mean,” I asked?

“It is all in the contract you signed,” he said. The captain has full discretion to disciple the crew as needed to keep order on the ship. But we won’t need that if you comply.”

So I stood up and slid my shorts down as he watched me. I kicked them off and hesitated for a minute. He looked right at me and said, “Now the swimsuit honey.”

I unfastened my top and very slowly let it slide down my arms and drop to the floor. His eyes were fixed on my D cup breasts. I am a brunette with dark, large nipples and my breasts hang more than I would like after two big baby boys and 44 years of gravity. I am also not as slim around the waist as I was a few years ago. I was very nervous standing there like that in front of him. And his friend John was right behind him steering the boat.

“Very nice,” he said. I love them mom boobs. Now the bottoms.”

I have been naked in front of men before. I was married once and have had at least a dozen boyfriends over the years. But this was different. I was just stripping in front of a man I just met minutes before and he was looking at me as a pure sex object. I was excited. I was so excited; my nipples were hard as though I was in a cold spray. But I was embarrassed and a little scared at the same time. I loved that he was turned on by me and I loved him directing me. This was a completely new experience for me. I never did anything like this before. I have fantasized about stripping but here I was doing for real. Fifteen years ago I might not have been so self conscious about my body. But I took a deep breath and placed my hands on my bikini bottom and slid it down over my hips and dropped it to the floor. I kicked it off over by the top.

“Very nice,” he said. “I like the shaved beaver. If you didn’t have that, I would have requested it. Now come back over here and finish your drink.”

“What if the boys come back down,” I asked?

“Just get used to that,” he said as he laughed. “You will not have any clothes on at all for 2 weeks. They will see you.”

And as if right on queue, they came back down the stairs and just looked at me standing there naked in the middle of the room. I tried to cover up but you know what that looks like. John also turned around to stare after I felt him move the engines to full power.

There I was, a 44 year old mom of two who was standing nude in front of four strange men, out in the ocean and rapidly heading away from land. It all came to me at that point. I must have been pretty naïve to agree to this. I even signed a contract agreeing to obey all orders. I just realized what those orders were going to be. I expected some flirting with Mark and even more if we really hit it off. Instead, I was facing 2 weeks of things beyond anything I ever fantasized. But I was heading away from any help or any chance of escape if things went wrong. What did I get myself into?

And I was not proven wrong. After about 30 minutes of full power, Mark slowed us to a complete stop and shut off the engines. I looked out the windows and realized I could not see land.

John said, “We are no longer in U.S. waters or U.S. İncirtepe Escort Bayan jurisdiction. Now the only law that applies is the captain’s.” I saw a very evil grin form on his lips. “And the captain is a real pervert.”

Mark stood up and unfastened his shorts, dropping them to the floor. He had a very nice sized, semi-hard penis. “As the captain,” he said “My first order to you Miss Tina is to come over here and suck my cock.”

I knew something like this was coming. “Can we do this in private,” I asked?

“This is as private as it’s going to get,” he laughed.

I knew I had no choice so walked up to him and kneeled in front of him. The others sat around the room and watched intently. I glanced once more around the room and sure enough, all eyes were glued on me. I used my best skill and maneuvered under his penis, taking it in my mouth. I grasped his naked buns with my hands and slowly worked my mouth up his shaft. He was completely hard in about fifteen seconds and quite large. His penis stood straight out from his body as it got completely hard. That part I liked. My ex husband didn’t get that hard any more. I worked slowly at first and then faster with about every third or fourth downward motion going all the way to his base. Each time I went all the way down where my nose touched his belly, the guys in the room made gasping noises. Guys are impressed by that. I alternated between gently scraping my teeth up and down his shaft and the head of his penis with pressing my tongue under it and forcing it against my upper lip and the roof of my mouth. I know from past lovers there is a difference between just going through the motions and actually sucking. I suck and my lover knows the pleasure. I also know that I am not to use my hands unless he asks me to.

He lasted a long time but I finally sensed his breathing and his hip movements quickening and tensing. Just when I thought he was close and I was ready to pull off, he grabbed me by the back of the head and forced himself in my mouth. I felt his spasm and tasted his semen all at the same time. I have not done that in a long time but he forced it and I had that nasty taste in my mouth for the first time in years. He spurted several times over about a minute and I just swallowed it as he panted. Finally, a few minutes later, after he was done, he let go of my head and let me lean back.

“Very good,” he said. “I like the non-hands motion. And just to be clear, you will swallow all cum. That is another rule. Don’t try to pull off ever again.”

I took a big gulp of my margarita and turned to face the men again. John was unfastening his shorts and smiled at me. I knew I was going to have to do him next. I had never been with two men before, much less four. I was feeling like a prostitute. I even asked Mark at that point, “Why don’t you guys just hire prostitutes for this?”

He replied that anyone can hire a prostitute but having a local neighborhood mom serving the crew is every man’s fantasy. He said he wanted to see if he could turn me into a real slut.

I already felt like a real slut.

At that point I was just about ready for more. I walked over to John with much more confidence and pushed him back on the sofa. I kneeled in front of him and began sucking his penis with enthusiasm. I knew I was in for a few weeks of crazy fun so why not get into it. I went down on him for only about 10 minutes before he tensed up. I followed orders and just stayed on him as he climaxed into my mouth. It was very nasty but I took it all and swallowed it. All the guys clapped and cheered. I was their entertainment and I was succeeding in getting them off…..me…..just an average mom from Chicago. I was being their whore and loving it. If my ex could only see me now.

I got up and drank a whole margarita down. Maybe the alcohol was adding to my new mood. I don’t know. Just then, the two young guys left. I was actually disappointed because I thought they were next. Mark told me they had some work to do but would be visiting me in my room later that night. Mark, John, and I sat in the lounge for a few more hours, drinking margaritas and just getting to know each other. I was nude of course. I learned they had plans to role play with me and do a number of sexual kinky things over the two weeks. They were both real perverts whose wives were not interested in their games. I must say I was not really sure I was ready for all the things we discussed but I was going to try. The made it clear that they owned me and they could do as they please. They sat on either Escort İncirtepe side of me, feeling and groping my breasts. At one point Mark had me lay on the coffee table facing them and spread my legs for them. He commented that he liked my vagina and told me to spread it open for them. I know strippers do this but that was even more demeaning than giving a blow job. John said he was going to have fun seeing what all he could fit in there. I know my ex complained about its size after having two very big babies. But these guys acted impressed rather than disappointed.

Early in the afternoon, we ate lunch and Mark took me to my cabin. It had a nice big bed. It was almost king sized. He opened my bag and took out my extra clothes including a bra, a few panties and both swimsuits. He picked up my other swimsuit and shorts. He said, “you will get all this back when we return to San Diego.”

As he left, he said, “Come on back up on deck whenever you are ready or just relax a while.”

He was gone about 30 seconds when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and the two young guys pushed their way into my room. “Are you ready for your blowjobs guys,” I asked?

They both laughed and grabbed me to push me on the bed. One held my wrists as the other unfastened his pants, forced my legs apart and forced his penis into my vagina. It happened so fast, I almost forgot what my deal was. I fought and struggled because I did not know what was going on. As a struggled, the one guy held my wrists tightly while the one raping me held a hand over my mouth and another hand tight around my throat. These guys were rough. I was scared…..and excited all at the same time. He was not gentle. He pounded me hard and in a matter of minutes, he climaxed inside me. Lucky for me, I am very good about my birth control. He never even thought about a condom.

As soon as he finished, the other one swung around and rammed his already-hard penis into me. They did not have to hold me down any more. I was not fighting. He raped me for about 15 minutes and also climaxed inside me. They both got up and got dressed. One said, “We will be back tonight. See you at dinner.” Then they closed the door behind them. All I could do was lay there, stunned. I knew the deal but they were so rough-and not at all like the well mannered young guys I thought.

Later on, after dinner, where I was still nude, I had to give both Mark and John blowjobs again. And I got my dessert again. Mark told me I was going to be a great addition to the crew and he would give me the rest of the night off. But of course, as soon as I went to my cabin, the boys came in. This time, they did not even knock. Over the next few hours, they both raped me twice and I had to lick and suck various parts of their bodies. They did talk to me a lot more and told me the guys have done this before and they will be getting very kinky over the next few days.

Sure enough, the next 13 days were interesting. The guys did some fishing. They shot guns off the back of the boat. They drank a lot and ate a lot. But in between, we had sex at least a hundred times in ways I never imagined. It would take a hundred pages to describe everything. There will be more writing. They tied me up in different ways. They raped me. They used toys on me. They made me do things I have never done. I licked places I never licked.

At times I was treated like a queen and at others, I was just a slave. They pleased me and tortured me. But more than that, they pleased themselves. I was there to provide sex and entertainment. I was a whore, their private whore. At no point could I see land. I was their captive and they knew it. But the adventure and excitement were beyond compare. I was sexually free and my friends and family would never know. I even enjoyed swallowing semen and being raped repeatedly. I know that sounds odd but I think it has been said that you bond with your captors. Of course I actually volunteered but I should have read the contract.

I woke up early on the second day and showered. I wrapped in a towel and climbed two sets of stairs to the main cabin. Mark and John were nude and drinking coffee. John grabbed my towel and violently jerked it away. “Don’t make mw take your towels away too.” He said. I apologized and sat down.

We had coffee and fruit as the boys worked outside. After breakfast, John got up and carried a gym bag over to me. He fumbled around and pulled out four leather cuffs with steel rings attached. Without asking, he fastened them tightly to my wrists and ankles.

“We have a fun day planned for you” he said. “If you need to go to the bathroom, you better go now. You might not be free to go until tonight.” They both laughed and as I headed down the stairs, I saw them both removing coils of rope and other leather and metal devices from the bag.

I knew my second day was going to be a bigger challenge than my first.

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The Vegas Vacation

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Greetings and salutations dear readers. The story you are about to read is a narration of one of my most cherished memories. The incident happened when I and my wife took a vacation to Las Vegas. Now I know what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but this experience was something worth sharing. Well before I get too ahead of myself, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sameer and I am the Non-resident Indian counterpart of what American’s call the Average Joe. I was born, raised, and education in India. I received my Undergrad education from IIT Delhi, a very well renowned college, and then came to the US for my Masters Degree. I majored in Computer science from UT Austin and upon completing my degree was soon employed as a Software engineer.

As is with us Indians in the US, I lived as bachelor for a few years making my money, partying the nights out, and saving a few dollars for later. After tiring of my bachelor life, I went back to India for the traditional arranged marriage. My parents had selected a few girls for me to see, and during this trip, I met Sanjana, briefly courted her and got engaged. I came back to the US and this was when I helped raised the AT&T stock price by making hour to two hour long international call almost on a daily basis.

Sanjana was a typical Indian girl though she was educated with a BS degree in engineering. An educated wife was one of my requirements. She was good looking, with sharp features; her figure was right about average with curves in the right places and a slightly bulging tummy. I thought and still think that she’s beautiful. The way I see it, I’m no Tom Cruise either, and I still got a better deal. Out initial phone calls were formal ones, with us still trying to break the ice. Trying to make her more comfortable, I started joking a lot, and even sharing dirty jokes, and she would laugh. After a few calls, she started sharing them too. As our wedding date got closer, our calls got more and more intimate. We talked about our wedding night, what we wanted to do to with each other, and we even had some really hot and intense phone sex sessions. I would be stroking myself at my end and she would finger herself at hers describing to each other what we were doing in detail. Imagining Sanjana masturbating and hearing her voice get throaty while she played with her pussy made my cock swell more than normal, and our manual stimulations made our simultaneous orgasms even more intense as we encouraged each other to cum harder. Sometimes we would make each other groan loudly into the phone as we came. So by the time the wedding season actually approached, we were extremely horny for each other.

I flew back to India for my wedding, and during the long flight every time my mind would wander and I’d imagine my wedding night, I would get an instant hard-on. For those who don’t know, Hindu marriages are very elaborate and often take days. Now I respect my culture and beliefs as much as the next Indian, but believe me when I say this, those were the longest moments of my life. When her parents finally brought Sanjana to sit next to me, I turned my head to look at her and was stunned. Sanjana looked like an exotic beauty and I couldn’t believe my luck. I had hit the jackpot! During the ceremony, every time I would touch Sanjana’s hand, my cock would twitch. Our wedding time, i.e. Muhurat or Auspicious time was early in the morning, so rather than drag out the events, we held our reception that same evening.

During the reception, Sanjana and I were seated on an open stage for the most part so we really had to behave ourselves. But whenever we got the change I would whisper naughtily to her and she would break into a shy smile. I would tell her what I was planning to do with her, and every time I mentioned something really explicit, she should shudder. I was able to see the goosebumps form on her jewelry laden henna covered arms. Just being around her in anticipation was intoxicating for me. During dinner, I made Sanjana sit on my left side on purpose, since we always eat with our right hand; my left hand was free to be naughty. Sanjana was dressed in a very heavy Saree tied low that left the side of her belly uncovered every time she lifted her right arm. So every chance I got, I would brush my fingers on her bare skin, and being a demure bride, she could do nothing but bear it. I even placed my hand on her lap and simply moved it over her Saree when no one was looking. Sanjana was certainly feeling the effects that much was evident to me and I knew I was having a good time at her expense. So you can imagine my state that by the end the day, my cock felt like it had been experiencing a permanent erection.

After the reception, we came back to my parents’ house where we had to endure some more ceremonies after which we were finally escorted to our honeymoon sweet at a Hotel. Traditionally, the wedding night is celebrated at home, but I was not going to have this night interrupted by my naughty and nosy cousins (which also happens unfortunately, but it’s all in good humor). The elder women of the family then helped Kazımkarabekir Escort Sanjana remove bulky jewelry and the heavy flowers she was wearing on her head. My aunts then quipped that the other tit-bits of jewelry and flowers were my job. Something I’m sure they knew I was looking forward to judging from the controlled impatience of my face.

We finally left the house as bride and groom and were escorted by a couple of my older cousins and their wives (the bride and groom are rarely left alone in India, outside the bedroom). The check-in arrangements had already been taken care of prior to our arrival and so we went straight to the honeymoon suite. We checked out the room, and the men stayed in the sitting area for a while chatting comfortably while the ladies were in the room. Being very understanding of our situation, the ladies came out in ten minutes and announced that my bride was ready. After a few good natured jokes and advices, the escorts departed and finally I was alone with my bride. It was the time we had been waiting for, for a very long time!

I turn off the sitting room lights and walked into the room. The sight that beheld me was breath taking (well I am biased after all). Sanjana was sitting on the bed with her feet up and pulled in. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her head was down under a veil in a very shy and demure pose very typical (and Bollywood) of new Indian brides. We had been talking and fantasizing about this night to know that this demureness was just part of a pre-conceived plan so I played along.

I walked in and slowly approached her. Stopping next to her, I bent down and gently kissed her veiled head before sitting across from her. Again in Bollywood fashion, I reached out with both hands and slowly pulled her veil over her head. I gently moved my hand under her chin, and slowly raised her face. Her eyes were still looking down when I simple took a deep breath and whispered “Beautiful”. Sanjana finally looked at me and smiled and our eyes had the look of want and desire that had been controlled and suppressed for too long.

Both leaned forward at the same time, our eyes closing, and mouths slightly open. Our lips met tenderly for a second, and then as if our lust had reached some sort of flashpoint, we immediately wrapped our arms each other and started kissing each other aggressively. Our mouths opened up and our tongues were darting into each other mouths. The experience was so arousing that I felt my neck burn under my collar. Not really caring, I pulled Sanjana on the bed and started kissing her neck. She was dressed in a traditionally Indian Saree, and we both lost no time is relieving each other of our clothes. I had heard that wedding night is slow and awkward. But ours was nothing like that. It was fast, hard, raw, and purely lustful.

Wanting to get her out of the confines of her bulky Saree, I pulled put the clip that was holding the Saree to her waist and rather than unwrapped it, I had Sanjana lift her hips so I could pull the Saree down. Sanjana in turn helped me take off my Jacket, tie, shirt and pants. Soon I was in my boxers and Sanjana was in her blouse and Petticoat (it’s a thin skirt worn under the Saree). I spent a few minutes of kissing her chest and exposed cleaving and rubbing my hands on her exposed belly before unhooking her blouse revealing her gorgeous bra covered breasts. I caressed them gently and squeezed a few times as I kissed her neck. Sanjana was busy running her hands all over my back and moaning incomprehensible words.

I reached down and untied her skirt was totally thrilled to find that she wasn’t wearing panties. During our phone calls, I had teased her (almost dared her) to not wear a panties under her Saree especially during her wedding. At that time she had laughed it off, but now seeing that she actually did it, drove me even wilder than I was. I rubbed my hand gently between her legs to find her pussy getting wetter. Not wanting to be out done, Sanjana pushed my boxers down and as my cock sprang up, she wrapped her hands around it. Her touch caused a new wave of blood to rush into my already hard dick and it swelled even more. Now I was naked and she wasn’t, so I immediately slipped my hand under her, and after a few seconds of fumbling, unhooked her bra and literally yanked it from her body exposing my new best friends!

I massaged her breasts and sucked her nipples. At 34C her breasts where quiet a handful for me. We kissed each other all over. My cock just stayed hard throughout our foreplay and every time her pussy touched any part of my body, it left a wet mark behind. Her every movement made her breasts sway, and I would move my eyes following her nipples like a hunter pouncing on them over and over again and licking them, sucking them, and leaving “Sameer was here” bite marks. During our phone sex sessions, I would often ask Sanjana to lick her wet fingers for me and then describe the taste, now it was time for me to find out for myself.

I got between her legs and admired her very wet pussy Escort Kazımkarabekir with her juices slowly dripping out and down her ass crack. Her pussy was quivering, beckoning me to come and devour it and I was all for it. What really caught my eye and amazed me was the size of her clit. It was almost a centimeter wide and sticking out, what a sight it was! I flattened my tongue over her lips and lapped the entire length of her slit. I still remember clearly, the deep guttural moan that Sanjana managed out. It was almost an out of body experience for her, and she tasted even better than how I thought she would. I wrapped my lips around her clit and then sucked even harder. It was like I was sucking on a fingertip and it was very sensitive. My sucking was causing her pussy to gush out more juices which I was more than happy lapping up. It only took a few minutes of my mouth on her pussy and Sanjana had her first orgasm for the night.

Not wanting to be left behind, Sanjana also wanted to explore my cock which I had been raving about for so long on the phone. Now I’m no porn star material, just an average size even in this department. Fortunately I am good enough for Sanjana, who’s never complained about my size. She started by using her fingers and hand on me, gently stroking it. She kissed my tip and after stroking me a few times, I started oozing pre-cum. She rubbed it all over my cock head and then kissed it again, licking her lips after. While not her favorite flavor, she liked the taste enough to take my cock in her mouth and started to suck me off. Wanting to please me, she got a little too eager and used her teeth, and after a few painful moments and winces she got the hang of it. After fantasizing for months about this, there was no way I was going to last and I think after about two minutes of her mouth and hand, I announced my impending load. Sanjana took her mouth off and continues to stroke me and when I came, my first load shot up almost a foot high before landing in her hair. I shot a few more loads (not as high) while she kept pumping and covering her hand and my cock with my cum. Once I was done, she tentatively licked a little bit of cum from her hand and again didn’t seem to mind the taste. But rather than licking her hand she wiped it off the bed sheet before I pulled her on top of me.

We kissed again, enjoying our wedding night to its fullest. I made her lie on her back before visiting my two new best friends again. Within moments of my onslaught of her breasts I felt the life come back to my cock and soon I was saluting in attention. It was now my moment of glory. I got between her legs and her pussy was still oozing juices so I wasn’t worrying about lubrication. I rubbed my cock over it and my precum and her juices mixed together lubricating my cock. I looked into Sanjana’s eyes and then gently pushed my cockhead in. Oh god, oh god, I thought to myself as I slowly shoved my cock deep into her pussy. I heard her moan and groan in both pain and pleasure and when I stopped, she encouraged me to keep going and soon I was all the way in her. She was wet, she was hot and her pussy was milking my cock even without me moving. We had wanted to fuck each other for a long time now and our lust and desire for each other was evident and obvious.

I lay on top of her feeling my chest crush her breasts and nipples. As my cock surged in and out of her pussy, I felt her wrap her legs around me which made me go even deeper in her. In this position I could feel my cock hitting her cervix and my pubic bone was grinding on her big clit. While this was our wedding night as a brand new couple we should have been making love, but we had been so horny, that it immediately turned into pure hot raw passionate and sweaty sex. She was soon fucking me back just as hard as I was driving my cock into her. It felt great, too great almost and for an instant I fear I would come before her. Fortunately she was just as horny as I was and again within a few moments of our intense fucking, both of us screamed our orgasms

So this was our first sex session and we had two more before calling it a night. We were in India for ten more days and of course every night was another adventure. Since we were back in my parents’ homes, we had to keep our voices down. However, back in the US, our sex sessions were in full swing again. For the first few months, its was every night (expect the first few says of the monthly cycle). Some times, Sanjana would call me at work and tease me, or leave a sexy voice mail, and my commutes home were never more agonizing. Once we had a marathon from Friday night till Sunday night when all we did was eat drink, have sex and sleep. We didn’t go out, answer any phone call, or check any emails. We played sexual games, used chocolate syrup and whip cream on our bodies, and Sanjana did a striptease for me. We watched porn and fucked along with the actors, mimicking their positions, and we tried various positions of the Kamasutra, though not all of them worked for us. So all in all it was great!

Now Kazımkarabekir Escort Bayan what makes all this interesting is that Sanjana by nature is a very shy and demure person to the world. No one would ever in their wildest dreams thing that Sanjana was as sexually adventures as she is. To everyone from family to friends, Sanjana is a simple traditional Indian wife, with a demure and pleasant personality. Little did they know!

Our sex life wasn’t really limited to hour home. I am lucky enough to have a wife who is open to new ideas. Whenever opportunity allowed we’ve had sex outdoors such as the beach, or in the woods (while taking a small detour from the hiking grounds), swimming pools and hot tubs, etc. Sanjana had a fantasy of having sex in a car while over looking the city lights like she had seen in the movies, so I was more than happy enough to find the perfect stop for that. We often teased each other in restaurants and theatres when we knew we couldn’t have sex, but it aroused us enough to have a good time as soon as we got home.

This went on for a few years and as with everything in life, our sex life also got a little sidelined. Both of us have high stress careers and since we neither had the time or the energy, the desire of sex also waned. We even tried making sex appointments with each other, and while that was good, it lacked the intensity. We just needed to get out of the rut, out of the routine of life that while very lucrative for us in one way, was depriving us in another.

So this is where the real story starts. Once after a pretty decent sex session, I have Sanjana lying over me, she causally asked mentioned that I haven’t really shared any fantasies with her.

“Well, honestly speaking, you have always been so supportive and adventurous I really don’t feel that I’m missing anything.” I replied to her query.

“Come on, don’t be so boring.” Sanjana chided kissing my lips.

“No really, I’m very content.” I said again.

Being a woman, she didn’t give up saying “There must be something. We can’t have fulfilled all of your desires.”

I was silent for a long time and knowing me well enough Sanjana knew that something was going through my mind.

“What, just say it honey, I love you and I really want to know.” She said

Holding my breath and hoping that Sanjana won’t kill me I said, “Well, I’ve always found the idea of you with another woman to be very erotic.”

This time it was Sanjana who was quiet and just as I was about to apologize and beg for mercy, she kissed my chest and said “sounds interesting, but can it actually happen? I mean it is possible?”

Thanking my lucky stars that she didn’t reject the idea I said, “Possible I’m sure, feasible I don’t know. You know, we’re Indians, and if anyone in our community here found out then you know the consequences.”

“Yea I do, that’s why I asked if it’s possible.” She said. “Honestly I don’t know if I want to do this with anyone outside the Indian community. That just might be too foreign.”

“Hmmm,” I nodded. “Yea I’d much rather see you with an Indian woman. But I don’t think we’re ever find anyone as sexy as you though” and smiled.

I was rewards with a hot passionate kiss for that comment and another round of some hot sex. Even though we had just had sex, this new idea that had been planted in our heads had given us a new spark that made this round almost as intense as out earlier sex sessions.

However, this proved to be a lot harder than we thought. Like I said, my wife and I have a certain reputation in the community and tarnishing that was absolutely not at option. We aren’t swingers either and didn’t want to join a club or website. Locals clubs were not really an option due to the off-handed chance that we might be spotted there. So we decided to take it in stride and if and when such an opportunity came, we’ll avail it.

A few months after our bedroom revelation, Sanjana and I decided we need a break and decided to go out of town for a dew days. We took a couple of days off from work to avoid the weekend rush and flew to Las Vegas. Sanjana had always wanted to see it, and this was a perfect time. We wanted to stay on the Strip to experience Las Vegas in all its glory and picked the Luxor. This Casino/Hotel is shaped like a pyramid and filled with Egyptian-style architecture. We check the internet and found it had a lot of amenities so we booked our room, and made reservation at the Oasis Spa. They had a number of restaurants and a Dance club as well. We also bought tickets for the various shows and looked forward a very relaxing few days.

We landed by early evening, took the shuttle to the hotel. Since we didn’t plan on leaving the Strip we didn’t bother renting a car. We checked into the Pyramid Deluxe room which was overlooking the Luxor’s sprawling atrium. The room had a warm, welcoming sense with soft and rich colors. It had the regular hotel amenities and the Deluxe room came with an over sized double shower, a hot tub/Jacuzzi, a big screen TV and we had a bottle of Champagne being chilled in the ice bucket when we entered our room. There was a note next to the bottle that said, “Legend has it that Queen Nefertiti was pampered and spoiled all her life. You deserve at least one evening”. Sanjana and I read the note and both smiled that thinking the exact same thing. This trip had all the makings of a great and memorable vacation.

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His name was Matthew. I never realized how much an eighteen year old boy could make my panties so wet without even touching me. I was the manager of a major retail store and never in my life had I ever dreamed of starting an inappropriate relationship with a coworker. It was never supposed to happen, but when you spend a lot of time together and get to know each other it’s bound to happen. Matthew was my most valuable employee. He worked hard, was dedicated and great with the customers. Anything I needed I could count on him

I am not sure when all this started. He and I often talked while we worked to pass the time. One night we had to stay late to set the new Christmas set and began talking of our past relationships. He mentioned he had no experience with women and was embarrassed to admit he was still a virgin.

“There is no reason to be ashamed of that!” I told him.”It just means you are waiting for the right one.”

He blushed and said he just didn’t think he had anything to offer.

I was floored! This young man was the sweetest guy around! I jokingly told him if I were a decade younger I would have asked him out! That was the first time we spoke so openly about our personal lives. went by and not a word was said, however small gestures were made more and more frequently. A handshake that lingered, a pat on the back that moved lower and lower and eventually slaps across the ass. I made sure I did not touch him, but he made it apparent he wanted me to. I was cautious not to jeopardize our jobs and more importantly our working relationship. As the months went by he found ways to rub against me while we worked. I found myself pushing and leaning into him.

“What the hell am I doing? I am way too old for him and I am reading too much into this,” I thought. I decided I had to talk to him about what was going on.

I called Matt into my office and closed the door. The look of concern on his face increased as I sat across from him and leaned back. My black skirt moved up my tanned and toned thigh and I watched Matt’s eyes follow the skirt up. Those dark eyes made my heart beat just a little faster.

“Matt, we need to talk. I really appreciate everything you do here and I am very pleased with your work performance, but I am concerned about some of the interactions we have been having.”

Suddenly everything I had planned on saying was gone. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but his lips. I stopped talking took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

“What is going on between us? I have noticed you brushing against me, your hands getting lower and lower and even now your eyes roaming all over me! At first I thought I was reading too much into it, but now I know I am not” Matthew blushed as he looked down at his hands.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just thought it was what you wanted.”

“What I wanted? What are you talking about?” I asked

“The night we spent setting up the Christmas display, you said you would have dated me”

“Christ Matt! There are so many things wrong with that!! One, I am 15 years older than you. Two, I am your boss. Three — well crap, I don’t know what three is right now! But the point is I am too old for you.”

“Is that all?” Matt asked as he rose from his chair.

I told myself, “Say no, that’s not all. Tell him to take you right there. Tell him to bend you over the desk, rip open your shirt and fuck you properly.” My mind was racing. I knew better than to persue an employee, especially one so young and a virgin. I was going to need some batteries tonight.

“Yes Matt, that is all for now.” I could kick myself! Here is this young handsome boy, man, wanting me to flirt back and I was turning it down, for now anyway.

That night I went home with a bottle of wine and batteries. As I drank my wine I began to fantasize about Matthew and myself. My hands slid over my breasts and unbuttoned my blouse. I ran my fingers across the black bra and felt my nipples harden. I slid my hand inside to pinch the nubs and make the aching go away. It didn’t help. I removed my bra and began caressing my tits with my hands, pinching, twisting and pulling at my taut nipples. I grope my breasts and push them into my body, pretending they are his hands. I let my hands roam down to the curve of my hips, across my abdomen and stopped short. My skirt is in the way. I decided to stop and take a long hot bath to unwind myself. I grab my glass of wine and head to the bathroom. I should not be having these thoughts – especially about Matthew. I am way too old for him.

The hot water fills the tub and I climb in allowing the hot water to consume me. Water rolls over the tops of my mound and around my breasts. The yearning of being touched is more than I can stand. I slide my hands back over my breasts and begin to knead them. I caress each one softly and slowly. The sensual act is causing my insides to quake. I move my hands lower and begin to rub my labia, sliding my finger between the folds. A moan escapes my lips and I begin to rub a little harder. My fingers begin to pump themselves deeper into Küçükçekmece Escort my pussy. My heart is racing and all I can think of is him. One hand is grinding into my mound, fingering myself while the other is massaging my large tits. I can’t control my hips as they rise and fall into my hands. I work my fingers on my swollen clit, pinching and pulling on it trying feverishly to bring myself to climax. “Matt, oh god Matt” is coming from my lips. Water is sloshing on the floor while I fuck myself in the tub. I am so close to cumming when I hear the annoying chirp of my cell phone.

“Dammit! Who calls at 10:00 pm on a week night?”

I reach over to the sink and look at the caller ID. The store. Of course. The one night I get out of work on time and they need me. I let it go to voicemail and get back to my own fantasy. Not two minutes go by and the phone is going again. I decide to answer it because of the back to back calls.

“Hello,” I say breathlessly.

“Umm hey Boss Lady, it’s Matthew, from the store.”

“What’s up Matt?” I can’t slow my breathing down. Just hearing his voice brings back what I had just been thinking.

“Are you ok? You sound out of breath.” He asks.

“I’m fine I was just getting home” I lied. I wasn’t fine. I wanted him. I wanted him there with me in the tub. Touching me and pleasuring me in all the right places.

“What do you need Matt?” I asked

“You,” he replied. Then quickly added “at the store our new set has arrived and we need to have it up by tomorrow.”

Damn why couldn’t he just have left it at he needed me?

“Okay I’ll be in soon.”

I climb out of the tub and begin to dress to head back to the store for the never ending work ahead. Since the store is closed I opt for my yoga pants and a plain white tee. Nobody will be there when I am working anyway, I reason, so I am not going to mess with anything more.

Thirty minutes later I am back at the store as the other employees are locking up.

“Good night guys! See you in the morning!” I walk into my office to put away my purse and grab my headphones to start the new set.

As I head back to the stock room I wave at Matthew and tell him good night. The stock room is packed with the new merchandise that needs to be displayed.

“This is going to take forever!!” I say to myself.

I wheel out the first display, put in my headphones and begin to set up the display. I must have really been into it, because I didn’t hear Matthew come up behind me. His body was inches from mine as he pulls my earphones out.

“Holy shit! Matt, you scared me!”

“Sorry, I feel bad you have to stay so late tonight. Want some help?” He asked

“It’s ok. You don’t have to stay. I am sure I will get this done by morning. Go home and enjoy your night.” I replied.

“I’d rather stay.” His eyes are so dark and tempting, I can’t say no.

“Thanks,” is all I can muster.

We worked together with a little chit chat during the set ups. After two hours of getting the new merchandise out, I caught him looking at my ass. I decided to call him on it. He blushed and apologized. I couldn’t help myself. I found a shelf that I needed his “help” putting up and asked him to do so. As he passed behind me I pushed my ass into his crotch and stopped waiting for him to make the next move. His hands went to my hips and it was my turn to move.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I lamely ask.

Only one word left his lips “Yes.”

I leaned back into him and he stilled. I took his hands and wrapped them around my waist. He was still motionless. I could feel his heartbeat against my back. I laced my fingers thru his had moved them higher around my waist, towards my breasts and stopped again. I laid my head against him and rolled my neck to the side to see him. He looked stunned. Shocked that this was happening but afraid to say anything and make it stop.

I whispered again, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

No words left his mouth, just his warm breath against my neck. Matthew and I stood there unmoving for what seemed like forever. I began to have second thoughts and pulled away. His hands tightened around me.

“Don’t go. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do next. I mean, I know what I WANT to do but I don’t want to disappoint you.” Matt says as he presses tighter against me.

“I understand, but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t want our relationship to be awkward if we do this. I don’t want to push you too far,” I reassured him.

“Then teach me everything. I am your student,” he grinned.

“One thing at a time, I don’t want to scare you off!” I joke.

I turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck. I lean in close and softly kiss his lips. His hands instinctively wrap around my face holding me to his mouth. I use my tongue to trace his lips and he allows entry into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, like honey. My senses are overwhelmed with his scent. I can feel his body vibrate Küçükçekmece Escort Bayan as I deepen the kiss. Moans leave his mouth and entice me to become more frantic. I run my hands into his thick dark hair gently pulling him into me. He begins to return my kisses. His inexperienced tongue learns how to return the kisses and he soon has me intoxicated. I break the kiss and his mouth follows me. I am breathless. He is everything I had hoped. I begin to think I can train this boy to become my sex slave. All the dirty images flash across my mind and I grin

“Was it that good?” He asks.

“Yes it was, but that’s not what made me smile.” I chuckled.

“Then what made you grin like that?” He insisted.

“You’ll see. I mean if you want.” I hoped he did.

We went back to work, but I doubted that either of our minds was focused. Around 3:00am I could no longer keep my eyes open.

“Matt, I have to call it a night. I am too tired to finish this tonight. I will do it in the morning… Which is in a few hours. Great. I need to sleep.”

Matt walked over to me put his arm around my neck and kissed my forehead

“No problem Boss Lady. Want me to take you home?”

“No thanks, I’ll be fine on my own.”

He looked upset that I had turned him down. I know we were both thinking the same thing. I just didn’t think it would be a good idea to be alone in my home with him. This was all so much too fast. As I made my way back to my office Matthew followed me while I grabbed my purse and store keys.

“You know I have wanted you from the day I met you.” He said quietly, “There is something special about you. I mean you are smoking hot but you’re also very laid back. I’ve never worked for someone like you.”

“I’m not sure how to respond other than to say thanks Matt. I really enjoy having you as an employee. That is why I am so hesitant about all this.”

“I know. It’s strange for me too but I’m willing to see where this goes.”

“Good night Matthew.”

He puts his arms back around my waist kisses me deeply and replies, “Good night Boss Lady.”

My lips are still tingling when I arrive home. I am too tired to even think about undressing for bed. The burn of his lips is still on mine and I fall asleep in minutes. At 7:00 am I hear my phone buzzing next to my head. As I reach over to see who is texting me a smile crosses my lips. It was Matthew.

“Good morning beautiful!” The text read.

I roll out of bed and get ready to start my day. When I arrive at work everyone is in full swing of preparing the store for the new sets. I hurriedly approach my office hoping to see him nearby. I am disappointed to see he is not here yet. I listen to my voicemails and begin the daily paperwork waiting for me. Busying myself with quarterly reports and planning for the next week. It’s going to be another long day. My neck and back are already aching with the stress of it all. As I am making schedules I hesitate to schedule us both together. What the hell? Nothing can happen while the store is open and he and I get more done together anyway. I make the schedules but can’t help but look forward to the nights of flirting and “accidental” touching. It’s already making me wet with my fantasies.

After my paper work is done I head to the sales floor. Matthew wasn’t to be in until 5:00 tonight anyway so I had several hours to wait to see him. I finished the set I was working on last night and quietly smiled to myself with the memory of that night still fresh. By then it was almost 5:30 and I had not yet seen him. Maybe it was all a mistake. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe I was reading too much into it. My head swam with ideas of him going to HR about what happened. I should have resisted him. Should have just let it go.

As I headed back to my office to go home, I felt a hard slap across my ass. Startled I looked behind me and there he was, grinning from ear to ear. He leaned down and whispered.

“Stop worrying. I don’t regret it and I am looking forward to more.” Then he walked away. The smile returned to my face and I almost skipped to my office.

As I packed everything up to head home, Matthew popped his head in my office and asked where I thought I was going. I laughed and told him I was going home for the night.

“Have a good night. I’ll call if I need anything,” he said.

The drive home was maddening. Was there any excuse I could find to go back to the store to spend some more one on one time with him? Why was I obsessing over this boy? I had my share of men my age that I could easily hook up with. Why was I unable to control myself around him? I was going to have to figure this out and soon. As I pulled into my driveway, my phone buzzed, I was hoping it was him begging me to come back. No such luck. It was just a text from my best friend, Samantha, who was also my occasional girlfriend. She was asking if we could go out this Friday. I replied back for her to call me when she got off work.

A few hours later, Samantha called me. Escort Küçükçekmece “Okay girl, spill it.”

“Spill what?” I was shocked that she knows me so well.

“I know when you’re hiding something!” She prodded.

“Fine, there is a guy at work that I have a strange crush on, and it makes no sense- and I am not going to pursue it because it is wrong on so many levels,” I rush to say.

She laughed at me and said “Oh this is going to be good, feel up for some company? Maybe I can take your mind off him for a while?” She said coyly, “I will be there in 15 minutes.”

True to her word Samantha was walking in my door with a bottle of wine, some Ben & Jerry’s and chocolate.

“Alright chicky, start at the good parts!” She demanded.

“I kissed him.” I explained.

“Who? And when and you’re going to have to back up to a little of the boring parts to catch me up! Was it Steve? Or the UPS guy or Dan?” She feverishly enquired.

“None of those guys. It’s Matthew.” I muttered.

“Matthew? Like fresh out of high school Matthew?” She chortled.

“Yes, him. I don’t know what I was thinking, it just kind of happened. We have always worked well together and there was some flirting in the past but nothing serious. I was working late last night with him and well, we touched and I kissed him. Sam, what am I going to do?! I can’t have anything more than a work relationship with him and I certainly can’t DO anything more with him. He is a baby! I am 15 years older than him. I am old enough to be his MOTHER for Christ’s sake! But all I can think about now is how I can get him naked and fuck him.” I paused for a break.

Samantha didn’t say much. She just stared at me in shock. She knew me better than anyone else. And this was so far from my “norm” she was speechless.

“Well, he is a cutie. And if he is into you, then why not?” She reassured me.

“Because he told me he has never been with a woman. I don’t want to take that from him. I can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked between sips of her wine. “You know you could teach him how to properly fuck a pussy. I know you did wonders to mine. You are a great teacher. Besides, age is just a number. You should be flattered that he sees you for the sexy beast that you are!” she laughed.

“Oh please, I am no sexy beast. And you don’t think it’s wrong to fuck someone fifteen years younger than me and a virgin on top of that? His first time should be more than just a quick fuck.” I explain.

“You are beautiful woman, and who’s to say it has to be a ‘wham bam thank you mam’ kind of fuck?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t want to ruin anything between us. Can we talk about something else? I am getting horny just thinking about it and I DO NOT need any more drama than what I already have. Besides, I have you.” I said as I leaned in to kiss her softly on the neck. She giggled and returned the kiss.

“Let’s get in the hot tub.” She suggested.

“That is a great idea.” I reply peeling my clothes off and heading towards the spa.

As we climb in, Samantha and I let the hot water jets massage our backs. We begin to kiss and fondle each other’s breasts.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good. I have missed you these past few weeks” Sam said.

I mumbled something incoherent against her breast. She always tasted so sweet. I never could figure out what she used. I pulled her back against me and ran my hands over her large breasts, pulling and twisting her hardening nipples into peaks. I loved how she responded to my touch. I kissed her neck and ran my hands down her body to the top of her mound and lightly tapped my fingers. She reached down to push my fingers inside her and I pulled away.

“Not yet, missy! I plan on making you suffer for a while for telling me to pursue Matthew.” I barked.

“Why??” she moaned in protest. “I was only trying to help.” She spun around and began kissing me, biting my lower lips and running her expert tongue over my teeth.

I could taste the wine and chocolate and opened myself to her more. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me. The bubbles in the tub made her tits bounce on my skin. Her erect nipples made my middle heat up as they rubbed against my already warm skin. I squeezed her ass and slid my fingers around her hole. I made sure not to enter her yet, just a little pressure to get her wanting me. It worked. Samantha began grinding against me. I could feel her cunt rubbing against my thigh. Her perfect little shaved pussy, with just a landing strip of hair, was making my pussy warm and wet.

“Stand up and let me eat you.” I demand.

“What happened to making me suffer?” she said as she stood over my face.

“Oh I will make you suffer; I just want some dessert first,” I reply as I bury my face in her cunt.

She is so hot. I use my hand to rub her mound and open her up. I pinch and pull on her labia, my finger rubbing over her nub just like I had done to myself last night.

“God you are too good at that” she gushed, “Just feel what you are doing to me.”

I slid my fingers a little deeper, but not penetrating her all the way quite yet. She was so wet and it wasn’t water. She was warm and slick. I couldn’t wait to plunge my tongue deeper into her slit. I continued this and lightly kissed her mound. Sometimes pulling the hair she had left. Each time I did this she would gasp and pull my hair closer to her.

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A couple of summers ago my wife Kate and I went on a beach holiday to Spain. We stayed in a rather ‘mixed’ high rise hotel. When I say mixed it was rather rough at times having a strange mixture of couples, families and young boisterous adults in their teens and twenties who would return at all times of the night rather the worse for wear through drink.

We spent many leisurely days lounging around the pool or on the beach tanning ourselves.

One afternoon we were on the beach when a group of youngsters whom we recognised from the hotel set up camp next to us. We got talking and it turned out that they were from the South of England. Early evening we all made our way back to the hotel and agreed to meet up in the bar for a quick drink before we intended to go to dinner and they intended to go on a bar crawl.

After a quick shower and change of clothes we met in the bar. Sonny was a stocky black guy about 6 foot 3 with a love of football. Tony was a good looking dark haired lad of 17 years old who was the boyfriend of Maria who was a short plump girl, 16 years old, with small breasts.

After a few drinks they began teasing us about going off to dinner whilst they went out for some hardened drinking. Never one to shy away from a challenge Kate said we should join them since we could drink them under the table any day of the week, and so off we went with them.

We spent a few hours on a bar crawl along the main strip. During this time I have to admit I was feeling fairly ancient compared to the young teens and twenties who surrounded us (and fairly drunk). Kate on the other hand was rather reborn and seemed to hit it off with the youngsters, downing shot after shot.

Seeing me feeling left out Maria asked me to help her get the next round in at the bar, where we stayed for the next hour or so deep in conversation. I must admit I was flattered by the attention she was paying Küçükbakkalköy Escort me.

Around about midnight we moved on to a nightclub where the drinking continued for another three hours.

I went off to the toilets and as I returned Maria asked me outside for a cigarette. Outside she was even more friendly than before having become rather relaxed after all the drink. Suddenly she kissed me upon the lips and before long we were locked in an embrace. Feeling rather bold I began running my hands over her body before slipping my hand up her skirt where to my surprise I discovered that she was not wearing any knickers on her peachy smooth arse cheeks.

She raised my hand to her breasts and said “Feel no bra either!!”. I didn’t need asking twice and begun circling my fingers around her very erect nipples.

With a smile Maria suggested that we find the others and head back to the hotel. Suddenly I came back down to earth with a bump and I felt concious that Kate may have seen me fondling this young teen like a dirty old man.

I need not have worried, Kate was even more carried away with the atmosphere and was to be found in another corner of the door way with Sonny French kissing her whilst Tony was behind her with her top up allowing him to cup and fondle her breasts.

We walked back to the hotel and when we got in the lift things got even more crazy. Sonny suggested that we strip off and run along the corridor to our room for a few night caps. Being pissed we all stripped off without a second thought. Sonny had a short thick cock whilst Tony had the longest dick I had ever seen.

Maria’s body was even more perfect than I could have imagined with small white pert tits topped off with small nipples set off by brown tanned skin and a small tuft of blond hair over her pussy.

Tony, Sonny and Kate ran off up the corridor Küçükbakkalköy Escort Bayan screaming and laughing. As he ran Tony’s dick slapped from thigh to thigh.

Maria and I followed along at a more sedate pace.

Once inside Kate begun pouring us all drinks on the balcony in full view of people returning to the hotel complex. Sonny walked up behind Kate and with his thick cock touching her bum cheeks began to kiss her neck and caress her nipples. Kate put up no resistance and turned to kiss him.

Tony sat on a chair his massive cock rapidly hardening as he watched Kate and Sonny.

Kate dropped to her knees and began to suck Sonny’s thick black cock. She beckoned with her hand to Tony to come over. With that she began to alternate between sucking both cocks.

I looked around to see Maria standing beside me rubbing her little pussy mound as she stood watching proceedings.

Before I knew it she was on her knees in front of me with her mouth wide open. I slid my erect penis into her warm wet mouth and began rhymically sliding in and out.

Looking over to Kate I was just in time to see Sonny push her on to the table on her back. She continued to suck Tony’s massive erection as Sonny slid his cock into her vagina. As Sonny slid to the very hilt Kate let out a little gasp and then began moaning as he slid in and out.

Maria led me over to the table and lent forward so her tight little pussy was on display. With that I slid my solid cock deep into her dripping wet fanny. The feeling was incomparable.

Maria lent forward and began licking Kate’s erect nipples as I fucked Maria.

Before long Sonny came deep with Kate’s vagina. When he withdrew Tony wasted no time in positioning himself between her wide open legs and guided his massive red penis to her opening.

As he tried to slide into her vagina Kate Escort Küçükbakkalköy was groaning with discomfort. She got off the table and bent forward beside Maria. Tony tried again and this time his cock slid into her fanny.

Kate and Maria began French kissing as Tony and I fucked the girls bent over the table.

The sight was just too much for me and I couldn’t help but unleash my thick cum deep into Maria’s womb.

As I withdrew Sonny turned Maria round and sat her on the edge of the table where he pushed his now erect again cock into her vagina and began thrusting again.

By now a fair crowd of returning clubbers were standing outside the hotel watching our antics. I hoped that we were far enough up that at least they would not recognise us the next day, although my inhibitions had largely dissolved!!

Maria began wanking my cock as Sonny fucked her fanny. Before long my cock was rock hard again. She pushed Sonny away, walked over and pushed me back on a chair. Then she picked the aftersun from the table and poured a massive amount over my cock. Facing away from me Maria gently lowered her arse onto my cock taking me deep in her anus. Slowly she began rising and sliding back down my cock. She was so soft and tight as her arsehole enveloped my penis.

Sonny knelt in front of Maria and slowly reintroduced his cock into her vagina. What an odd feeling. I could feel his hard cock through the tissue between her vagina and arse and his hairly balls his mine as he thrust into her.

Maria began to moan and thrash as Sonny thrust faster and faster into her tight pussy.

Meanwhile Kate was screaming as Tony fucked her with all his might, his balls slapping against her thighs. Suddenly Tony stopped and made small movements obviously empting his load into her pussy.

Soon I came a second time into Maria’s tight arsehole as Sonny came into her fanny.

The show wasn’t over yet. As Kate lent against the table Maria gently prised apart Kate’s legs and lapped eagerly at the torrent of cum which was streaming from Kate’s well fucked pussy. Before long Kate came yet again, her legs barely able to support her.

What a holiday!!!!!!

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Helping Sis to Sparkle Again

My older sister Jenny was on a terrible low after breaking up with her baby’s father whom she’d left home and gone to live with three years ago despite the warnings of family and friends. It’s been three months since she moved back into the family home with her two year old baby. She had moved out when she was twenty one to go live with a guy she’d only known for five months. A year later she was mother to a beautiful baby girl. But that’s where the fairy tale romance ended and the horror show began. To cut a long miserable story short; shortly after she found out she was pregnant and intended to keep her baby against the wishes of the father, the guy changed from prince charming to prince harming. He treated her like dirt, cursed and slapped her around, stopped contributing financially to the household and drinking heavily. After the birth of the baby he took the slapping around to a higher level, beating her regularly to the point where she constantly carried black eyes, bruises to her body, cut lips, fractured ribs, stitches to her head and cigarette burns. Maybe out of embarrassment or in the hope that the guy would eventually change for the better because of the baby and begin to love her again, she stuck with the douchebag, hiding his ill treatment of her from everyone except her best friend. The guy then started openly sleeping around which included bringing trashy young women into their apartment while she was at work.

The best friend decided that she could no longer keep quiet about what was going on so she paid a visit to our family and pleaded with us to go rescue Jenny. By this time Jenny had already lost her job and the guy had moved out. We found her and the baby in an emaciated state, and she was deeply in debt. She was overjoyed and very grateful that we had come for her and did not hesitate to come back home. Dad and I hunted down the SOB and after smashing his car, to the pleasure of his neighbors who knew how he treated Jenny, gave him a sound beating that caused him to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks. Jenny’s friend had taken photographs of all her injuries and kept the medical reports; this prevented the guy from bringing charges against us after we worked him over. He told the cops that he was the victim of a gang of muggers.

A mere two weeks after coming back home, due to regular meals and healthy food jenny and the baby began putting on weight and developing a glow that had been long absent. Jenny before leaving home was a healthy, active, fun loving young woman; pretty as a picture. She was five seven with a deceptively shapely and sexy figure. By deceptively I mean that if you were to see her sitting inside a car or standing behind a fence where only her upper body was visible, you’d expect her to be a slim or even boney person, but upon her emerging you’d be pleasantly knocked over by her lush figure; the slim upper body flared out generously from waist down into wide, shapely fleshy hips with full, rounded thighs and firm hefty backside. Her breasts are what is referred to on porn sites as ‘puffy’, small and cone shaped, standing straight out from her chest with an appearance of all areola and just a hint at nipples, always smooth and shiny as if oiled. She had my mom’s smooth dark brown skin as opposed to my light tan, the color of our dad. Her eyes had that watery sparkle like a swimming pool that made you think of jumping into them for a swim. I love her to death, always have and longed to see her get back to her sprightly lovable self.

Jenny was obviously depressed and had become very slow in her movements and speech, never wanting to leave the house and very unmindful of her appearance. Her eyes had become dull and her smiles were few and far apart. Mom and dad told her to forget about working for the next year or so until she was back to her old self and settled emotionally. I vowed that I would do all in my power to bring back the sparkle in her. And I started out by doing little chores for her and helping out with baby. I also complimented her on little things and on her looks. Sometimes I would bring home a little gift for her, things I knew she enjoyed eating, or little things she could use, like perfume, books, inexpensive jewelry, cd’s and dvd’s.

As I went about helping jenny to find her old self I found that I was gradually beginning to see her in a new way. That is, not just as my sister but as a beautiful, sexy woman. I began noticing with some amount of sensual titillation, the bounce of her juicy ass as she moved about, the curve and fullness of her lips, her long shapely legs and thighs, her full hips, her dainty fingers and most of all her cute little breasts. When we were much younger I used to tease her in a playful way about her tiny breasts. And one day when she was about eighteen she told me despite all the teasing she thought that I really liked her small breasts and was actually attracted to and fascinated with them. I told her that she was right I really loved tiny breasts and thought they were sexy especially hers. She had laughed and playfully called me a freak. Back then there was nothing sexual in that exchange on my part, or maybe it was but I choose not to notice or admit to it.

As the weeks went by I found myself increasingly looking at or thinking about my sister with lust. I started covertly staring at her ass or fat crotch when she was in short shorts or spandex tights. My eyes would feast on her perk tits whenever she was braless which was often. If she wore a short flowing skirt I would wait patiently for her to climb the stairs to the upper flat of the house so I could get a glimpse of her panty covered crotch and ass. At nights I would lie in bed and jerk off to mental pictures of her I had stored in my mind of glimpses I’d gotten of her in compromising positions, like an upskirt or down blouse or crotch flash when she happened to be sitting carelessly. I loved it when she walked about with only a bath towel wrapped around her. On a few occasions due to careful stalking I’d got glimpses of her in panties only by way of a slightly open bedroom door.

It reached the point where just being close to her and looking at her tit imprint or bare thighs or snugly covered ass gave me a raging hard on. And I used any opportunity to touch or hug or kiss her in a seemingly innocent manner, but which to me was loaded with sexual intentions. I soon devised a plan that would allow me to kiss her every day. This I hoped would gradually melt the ice and sway her in the direction of being hot for me the way I was hot for her; put ideas in her head.

Every day I used something she had done to compliment her about while planting a little kiss on her cheek and sometimes her neck or shoulder. All seemingly innocent little pecks between brother and sister, but after a week I began to sense definite positive results. At first she seemed to anticipate it and then she started to respond by holding or touching me.
The first day I came home from work and after she had opened the door to let me in I planted a quick kiss on her cheek and said “This is just to let you know how happy I am that you’re back home and how much I enjoy having you around all the time“
The second day after dinner while she was alone in the kitchen I kissed her and said “this is for the delicious meal I just ate, I enjoy your cooking”
The third day “because you look so pretty in this yellow dress”
The fourth day, a little peck on the neck “just because you’re you, the best big sister ever”
The fifth day “because thinking of your lovely smile kept me calm today when dealing with difficult folks”
The sixth day, a kiss on the shoulder at the foot of the stairs “because it’s Saturday”
The seventh day, peck on the neck in the corridor between bedrooms “because it’s Sunday and I’ll be in charming company all day”
The eight day, on the forehead while she’s on a sofa feeding baby “for cleaning my room, it never looked so neat before”
The ninth day, on the nose “I just like kissing you”
The tenth day, on the back of the neck while she’s at the sink washing dishes “because you help me save money by making me want to come home instead of going drinking with the boys”
The eleventh day, “for getting rid of the malt stain on my white shirt”
The twelfth day, on the chin by the back door while holding both her hands “because there will come a day when I’ll want to kiss my sister and she won’t be around so I’m doing it now”
The thirteenth day, it was after nine in the evening and I hadn’t yet given her the daily kiss. Dad had popped out to get some ice cream for mom. And mom had gone upstairs to get something. We were alone in the living room. Jenny came over and sat next to me.
“No kiss today?” she asked with a half-smile and a little puzzled look on her face. I laughed, grabbed her, and pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips. I felt her fingers dig into my back. “Because you asked for it”
“Now I feel good” she said, smiling broadly. At the sound of mom coming back into the room she got up and went back to where she’d been sitting
The next day while mom was playing with the baby and dad was out in the garden I heard jenny tell mom she was going upstairs to take a quick shower. A few minutes later I hurried upstairs and positioned myself behind my bedroom door as I listened for jenny’s footsteps. When she passed my room heading for hers with a little white towel wrapped around her, I crept up from behind Kozyatağı Escort Bayan and encircling her around her stomach I pulled her close against me feeling her plump ass press into the half erection in my shorts. I planted a kiss at the base of her neck.
“Just in case I can’t think of a reason today and you don’t ask”
“You don’t need a reason” she laughed and started turning around. I deliberately held on to the towel as she was turning her body, resulting in it falling away from her and remaining in my hand.
“Oops!” we both said at the same time. She reached for the towel and quickly wrapped it around her, but not before I got a glimpse of the black bushy triangle between her thick thighs and the perky brown tits with their shiny, almost all areolas. She blushed deeply and smiling, headed for her room.
We continued the everyday kissing game with a slight change in plot; whenever I kissed her, either one or both of us would say “just because”

One day while we were alone at home after she’d finished breast feeding the baby she removed the rag that she usually covered the breast with at such times. Before she could tuck away the breast into her blouse the rag fell to the floor and she leaned over to retrieve it, leaving the breast momentarily exposed. I stood there staring at the naked breast with its large areola and rich sheen, feeling the growing expansion in my crotch. My eyes latched onto the little perky beauty and I licked my lips as I imagined myself suckling my sweet sister’s breast, tasting the hot milk. I was so lost in the fantasy that I didn’t realize jenny was looking at me until I heard her say:
“What, what are you looking at like that, you’re ogling my breast?” I was embarrassed, but quickly regained my composure.
“You know how much I like those two little beauties, I told you so a long time ago, don’t you remember?”
“Of course I remember,” she said smiling sweetly, “how could I ever forget that. That was the day I began feeling comfortable with my tiny breasts, the day I realized that being small didn’t mean they weren’t beautiful or desirable. I’ve always been grateful to you for that, even though I never thanked you.”
“Well thank me now”
She threw back her head and laughed. “Come over here and bend over”
I did as she said and she reached up, held my head and pulling close give me a big smacking kiss on my cheeks, making one of those mmwwwaahh sounds. “Thanks for making me like my breasts, it changed my life”
During all this she hadn’t yet put the breast out of sight.
“Is that the best way you can thank me for such a huge job”
“How else can I thank you dear brother?” she said, with a little glint in her eyes
“I’ve always wanted to touch them, please, just one touch” I said, seriously. She looked up at me with a look that was a mixture of shock and surprise, and I saw her lips quiver slightly as she tried to smile.
“Ok,” she said softly, looking me straight in the eyes. “I guess that’s not asking too much, have your touch”
I leaned over quickly and planted a kiss on the soft little brown avocado, sticking its little pip with my wet tongue.
“Whoa!” she said startled and pulling back like she had been burned or pricked with a needle. “You asked for a touch not a suck”
“And that’s what I did, I touched you. The hand is not the only thing you can touch someone with” I said, sounding like a teacher getting over an important point.
She gave an exaggerated but playful sigh, then looked straight at my tented shorts and said,
“You’re quite a smoothie aren’t you, well I guess I can at least be thankful that your lips and tongue were all you touched me with” Giggling sweetly, she tucked away the object of all that play. Just then we heard the distinct sound of our gate being opened and she quickly and nimbly buttoned her blouse, while I retreated to my room; I know too well how long it takes to collapse my tent. But it was that moment that I knew my fantasy of fucking jenny could be realized if I played my cards well and didn’t make any rash moves that could spook her.

During those weeks of lusting while I plotted to fuck my sister, I learned two lessons of life. One: generally, one thing leads to another. Two: crossing certain boundaries gives you the courage and confidence to tackle other boundaries. I learned those two things in a strange way; by way of my lovely mother. Since the arousal of my sexual longings for my sister, I found that I began looking at my mother in a different way. Mom was a slightly shorter and a bit stouter version of Jenny. She even had the same kind of puffy breasts like my sister, but a litter bigger. Prior to my sexual feelings for Jenny I never entertained lustful or unbecoming thoughts about my mother, although I have always been aware of and admired her beauty. But now I noticed with a stirring of lascivious feelings the roll of her plump ass, the lusciousness of her lips, the fullness of her thighs and the imprint of her breasts when she was not wearing bras around the house, which was most of the time. I started ogling her while she was moving about in the mornings or at night in her thin nightdresses. I kept my eyes on her when she crossed or uncrossed her legs or when she bent over.

After a couple of weeks of checking out mom’s sexy body, I realized that she had become aware of it, because on a number of occasions when I was lost in admiration of her juicy parts I would look up to find her staring at me with a strange but amused look on her face; just a trace of a smile. And sometimes she would look into my eyes with a steady gaze while talking to me. As the days went by I grew bolder in the way I looked at her, and also started complimenting her, but sparingly, on her looks, always out of hearing of Jenny though. And I think she was a little bit flattered by my attention, for she started paying more attention to her looks while at home.

After the breast kissing episode I noticed that Jenny no longer covered it up once we were alone at home, but did so when mom and dad were present. It was as if she were deliberately letting me see them because I had reiterated how much I liked looking at them. I enjoyed those times.

One thing I was now certain of is that she was game for a little sensual adventure; what I wasn’t certain of is how far she was prepared to go. One day I decided to up the game a little and test the waters; I kissed her full on the lips, letting my lips linger against hers for a while before gently poking my tongue between them. As she felt the unusual intrusion she started to pull away, but then stopped and opening her mouth, allowed my tongue to enter, but not for long, she quickly flicked her tongue against mine then pulled away and stepped back.
“You’re full of surprises, and very sneaky.” She said
“Wasn’t it a nice surprise?” I said, smiling.
“Maybe, but I’m not sure it’s the kind of surprise I want to experience again”
“Well, maybe you won’t, or maybe you will; as you said, I’m full of surprises” and with that I reached out and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me, bringing my mouth to hers, but just as our lips touched she wriggled out of my grasp and stepped back a few paces. She stuck out her tongue at me and then turned and ran away, laughing like a little schoolgirl.

That night I approached her in the kitchen while our parents were in the living room. As I drew next to her while she was getting ready a bottle of baby feed she turned around and looked at me with slightly wet eyes.
“I’m so confused Cliffy”
“I’m confused too Jenny” I lied, just to make her more comfortable. I was not confused; I knew exactly what I wanted and how to go about getting it. Without saying another word I walked away.

Later, lying in bed and thinking about her while stroking my aching tool, I decided that I was going to fuck her that weekend. Mom and dad were leaving Friday afternoon for an out of town family visit and would not be returning until Sunday night. I was going to make my move as soon as the baby was put to bed Friday night. I couldn’t help but wonder if the same thoughts were going through my sexy sister’s mind.

I dropped off to sleep after emptying a load of hot sperm into a wad of tissue while imagining pumping Jenny’s pussy with my hard cock.
I was awakened by a soft sound and light from the corridor flooding my bedroom through the partly opened door. Turning my head I saw my sister standing in the lighted space. She stood there for a minute looking into the room as if trying to decide whether or not to come in. she was wearing a knee length very sheer nightdress that allowed me to see with the help of the light behind her the outline of her juicy figure. I could also make out the black luxuriant triangle between her thighs and her little erect nipples poking the front of the nightdress. She closed the door carefully and stepped into the room. My cock was already at half-mast and still growing by the time she came to stand over me. I never sleep with clothing unless it is raining heavily and a bit chilly. She sat down beside me and my cock, in a flash completed its stretch and spread. I felt her hand grasp the hard hot muscle and squeeze it gently
“I’m no longer confused cliffy, I know what I want. I have been dreaming of it for the last two months; I’ve been trying so hard to deny these feelings, but I can no longer do that, I’ve decided to give in to them” She squeezed my engorged Kozyatağı Escort member hard and pulled on it like a gear stick. “And I know you feel the same way too” she continued.
“Yes Jenny I feel the same way about you” I managed to murmur through the ecstasy engulfing my senses at the feel of my sister’s hot damp hand wrapped around my pulsing cock.
“I want you inside of me; I want this inside me, “she, said tugging at my cock and looking at it with longing eyes. “I want it ploughing through my watery depths like a little torpedo, cruising into my every port of entry, all three of them.”

She’d always been the poetic type, so I wasn’t taken aback by her descriptive language, but I was taken aback by her frankness. I never would have expected her to be so straightforward and courageous in asking me, her little brother, to fuck her pussy. She leaned over and covered my mouth with hers which was wet and eager. Her flickering tongue and quick, hissing breathing in my mouth took me to wonderful heights of not only sensual but loving feelings. Without removing her mouth from mine she started throwing her leg over me. I reached out an anxious hand and cupped her bushy cunt. It felt like a wet sponge. She gasped as I squeezed it gently. She straightened up and grasping my hungry cock quickly positioned it to her watery entrance, dropping herself onto it without caution. She just let her pussy grasp and slide along it in one fluid movement that had me buried to the hilt in her. She gave a little spasmodic jerk followed by a hard circular grind. I ground upward to match her move and felt her pushing back as if motioning me to keep still. I relaxed and felt her grip my shoulders and lean forward, back arched, chin up, eyes closed tight, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.
“Oh yes baby brother I like how you fill me up” I heard her whisper as she stared to ride me in nice little controlled forward and backward movements punctuated every sixty seconds or so by a hard circular, downward grind. She rode me like that for about ten minutes, sweat dropping away from her body onto mine. I felt my eruption coming and I reached up and grabbed her two little soft cones, squeezing them tightly as my body began to shake. As my body threatened to throw her off she ground down hard on me and circled my groin, and I heard her gasp loudly and then she was a quivering mass on top of me. We were both quivering masses. Her mouth sought mine and gushed out sweet saliva into it; I drank hungrily. Then she collapsed on top of me and stretched out her legs, her hot wet body breathing heavily on mine, my cock still in her, feeling her walls contracting around it.

Shortly after she was sliding downward until her mouth reached my center.
“That was port of entry number one; now for number two” she whispered and she began to lick our combined juices from off my cock, causing it to stir. She grabbed the lengthening flesh and forced it into her mouth and her tongue, lips and teeth went to work on it making me feel like all the hairs of my body were standing straight. Then she pulled away and took my balls into her mouth and I had to concentrate very hard to keep myself from screaming as a mixture of pleasure and pain gripped me. I felt her hand move away from my middle and reach behind and between her legs doing something there.
“Now for port number three darling, just remain still and let me guide you in”

I felt her lather my now very hard cock with sex juice and then she was straddling me and bringing the engorged head to rest against her pulsing, puckered hole that was also well lathered with cum and saliva and vaginal juice. She held my cock steady as she pressed down on it. I felt the head enter her tightness and I grunted with pleasure. She started to push down hard and after another couple of inches were lodged in her she bggeg me to push upward hard. After a few thrusts I was all the way into the tight hole and she was gripping me hard with her muscled walls. The pleasure was so great I couldn’t contain myself, and started to grunt and groan as I thrust into her. I knew that I was making a lot of noise, but I was beyond controlling it.

I felt her hands roughly shaking my chest as she called out my name. I opened my eyes and realized that the room was covered in dim light coming through the doorway. I turned my head to the side and stared wide eyed at the body sitting on the bed next to me, as hands belonging to that body shook me firmly, trying to awaken me; those hands belonged to my mother. I bolted up into a sitting position knocking the hands away from my chest. I felt one land in my groin area.
“What the fuck” I thought, as I realized that I had been dreaming, and my mom believing I was having a nightmare had ventured in to awaken me. I was gasping and breathing hard, my body wet and trembling as she threw an arm around me and pulled me into her. Thinking quickly as justified by the situation, I threw my own arms around her fleshy waist and pretended to be still shaken from the supposed nightmare. I did a good job of heavy breathing as she stroked the back of my neck and whispered consoling words in my ear. I opened my eyes and found that my mom was wearing a short silky wrap that was opened all the way down. I could see one of her soft cones smooth and shiny with a little pip. At the sight of it I felt my cock buck and realized that mom’s hand was stilling lying at the base of it where it had fallen, the fleshy side of her palm bracing against its base. That realization made it buck even more.

Mom was still consoling me with tender words. I willfully dropped my head, bringing my face to rest against a tempting breast, my lips pressed against the button. I wanted to open my mouth and engulf it, but I decided not to push my luck, but to rather enjoy it. I felt the pip stiffen against my lip and shortly after felt mom’s hand press against my raging hardness. As if to verify what it was she was feeling, I felt her fingers slowly and softly stretch up and touch the fat meat. She quickly pulled them away. She continued stroking my back as she asked me if I was feeling all right now. I didn’t answer, but let myself slide down and bring my head, face down to rest in her lap against the tiny white panties she was wearing. I could smell her feminine odor. I felt her body jerk slightly as I pressed my face into her groin area. I continued to pretend to be breathing hard, savoring the smell and touch of her softness. As she gently stroked my heaving back I felt her hand softly come to rest palm down on my erection and after giving it the briefest of squeeze she pulled it away and placed it back on my hairy groin; her fingers gently twirled the woolly strands.

She asked if I was all right now. Instead of answering I cleverly nodded in the affirmative four or five times, poking my nose into her crotch. I felt her thighs part slightly, and almost poked my tongue out, but was able to constrain the urge.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I heard her say “that’s where I was headed when I heard you experiencing the nightmare. We will talk about it tomorrow if you feel like, ok baby?
I nodded a few more times again, enjoying the pleasure of it.
“And I won’t mention it to the others she said”
She got up and after bending over and kissing me lightly on the lips and telling me to try and sleep well, walked out the room and closed the door.

The next morning before I left for work I cornered jenny upstairs in front of her bedroom door and quickly pulled her to me. I placed my mouth against hers and she responded by opening hers and poking her tongue out. We kissed for what seemed like a minute straight until she pulled away, looking behind worriedly. Mom and dad hadn’t left as yet.
“Mom and dad will be leaving tomorrow evening for the weekend “Jenny said, like this was news to me. I didn’t miss the glint in her eyes, nor the hardened nipple poking her blouse. She squeezed my hand and turned and went downstairs as I watched her ample ass bouncing tantalizingly in tight terry cloth shorts.

The evening found Jenny, mom and me and the baby sitting before the TV enjoying a sitcom. After a while we got the unmistakable whiff of dad’s cologne, followed shortly after by his presence. Prior to that mom had met me in the kitchen and informed me that after dad left for his usual Thursday night outing at a karaoke bar with his pals, she would be glad to talk to me about the nightmare, that is, if I wanted to. I nodded yes. After dad left we continued to look at the TV for about another hour before I announced that I announced, after catching mom’s eyes that I was retiring for the night. Jenny smiled at me sweetly and my heart lurched at the thought that she might get it into her head to come to my room.

I lay in bed naked as usual, with a raging hardon, my heart beating wildly at the thought of what could soon happen; the forbidden boundary that could be crossed tonight. I heard jenny’s soft footsteps and soothing words to her baby as she headed for their room. An hour later I was still lying wide awake when my door opened and mom slipped in wearing a wrap similar to the one she had on the night before and once again it was wide open revealing what I could make out in the dim lighting provided by street light through the window as red lace panties snugly covering a sizable mound. She came and sat at the side of the bed next to me.
“I had to wait until jenny retired to bed” she Escort Kozyatağı whispered in a conspiratorial tone. She turned and looked at my raging member sticking into the air. She took my hand in hers and as her sparkling eyes looked into mine I knew that there wasn’t going to be any time wasted on talk about nightmares.
“You know Cliffy, last night when your head was resting on my chest I couldn’t help remembering how as a child you loved feeding from my breast and how reluctant you were to finally stop when you were about three” she looked at me and smiled.
“And I got this strange feeling that you were remembering it and that you wanted to take my breast into your mouth. And I was wondering what it would feel like after all these years, and hoping that you would do it. I wanted to ask you to suck my breasts but I was afraid.”
“You don’t have to be afraid mom, I want to do it”. I reached up and pulled her wrap off her shoulders and placing my mouth to her handful of tit licked around the massive areola for a while before taking almost that entire lovely tit into my hot mouth. She gasped softly and then moaned with satisfaction as I sucked on her breast after an eighteen year absence. And what a welcome back home I got as she threw her legs across my thighs and leaned into me causing me to lie back down with her succulent breast in my eagerly sucking mouth.
“Oh my god Cliffy, that is not all l want you to do”, she cried out softly, “I want you to put this in me baby” she grabbed my cock hard. “I’ve been thinking about this all day”.
She rolled off me and onto her back, spreading her luscious legs. She pulled me over her and held on to my cock, pulling it down to her waiting, wet hole.
“Fuck me now baby, I want it right away, I can’t wait and also we might not have much time on hand, so put that wonderful cock in mommy”
With her hand guiding me I eased into my mom’s very wet, but surprisingly snug sex tunnel and as she urged me on I began to pound that fat sweet pussy fiercely, but yet cautiously for we both had in mind that Jenny’s bedroom though further down the hall and on the other side warranted some amount of consideration.
“Yes baby, yes, fill me up; fill mommy’s pussy with cock” she kept up this kind of talk while alternating her words with her pointed tongue sticking into my ear. This drove me wild and I buried my cock deep in her, grinding down hard flattening her mound and lips with my forceful groin. She wrapped her legs around mine and stated to wiggle underneath me. I felt her body tense and then break up wildly into a huge orgasm that she struggled to keep noiseless. I don’t know where I got that staying power from, but even after mom had come I continued to pound her wet pussy for a long time. I had been riding her for about an hour when I felt my orgasm coming. She felt it too, and begged me not to cum inside her
“Cliffy, just before you cum pull out and put your cock against my back, anus, you know, the other hole and come on that”
I felt my load begin to travel from my balls to my cock and I quickly pulled out just as mom raised her legs high pulling her thighs down to her chest. My cock found its head bracing against the puckered hole the same moment I erupted. I felt the first spurt of cum smear her asshole and I heard her whisper hurriedly:
“Push hard Cliffy, push it into me, put the rest of your cum into my asshole.
As the second load of spunk hit her hole I pushed forward as hard as I could and aided by the slimy lubricant I felt my cock go in and heard her grunt. I pushed again and felt half of my cock sink into her as I began to spurt more cum into my mom’s asshole. I felt her muscles clamp around me as I drained into her. I lay there until my cock softened and slipped out or was pushed out of her.
She got up off the bed, picked up her wrap and put it on and after kissing me deeply, she said:
“Thanks baby, you made mommy happy but I have to go and clean up before your father comes home. Be ready when I return after the weekend; we have to talk about your nightmare.

The next evening I could sense that for Jenny as well as for me it was an anxious wait for our parents to leave. We were constantly glancing at each other as they puttered about. When they finally left I feel the tension in the air cease. I watched as mom’s sumptuous ass bounced nicely in the thin, slinky black trousers that she was wearing as she headed out the door. It fitted her very tightly around the ass and crotch area. A little earlier, while dad and Jenny were downstairs mom had come into my bedroom and kissed me passionately while allowing me to feel up her fat pussy through her trousers. She had even got on her knees and quickly sucked my hard cock for about two or three minutes.

Jenny and I remained in front of the TV for about fifteen minutes as she tried to coax the baby to sleep. She got up to the baby’s annoyance and said she was going to their room. I knew she was anxious for the child to sleep. I told her that I might not remain downstairs either, as I was feeling sleepy. She said it was ok, smiled sweetly, gave me a little wet kiss and went away. Shortly after I got up went to my room.

A little less than an hour later, through slightly opened eyes I saw my bedroom door swing inside to reveal Jenny standing there in the light from the corridor. I pretended to be asleep as my eyes took in the lush body and beautiful shape of my sweet sexy sister. She was completely naked. My cock raged maddeningly at the lovely sight, and I saw her bring her hand to her mouth as she stood there looking at it. Leaving the door just slightly ajar, because of the baby, I presumed, she walked across the floor and came toward my bed. She carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down straight beside me. She turned on her side and gently stroked my face, then my chest, slightly pinching my nipples. She kissed me softly on the lips as her hand travelled down my naked body. Like her mom had done the night before her fingers twirled the wooly hair. Avoiding my cock she stroked my balls then cupped them and massaged them gently. Then suddenly they were inside of her mouth and the sweet pain of the dream engulfed me once more. I opened my eyes and saw that she was on her knees almost backing me, her naked fat ass in the air as she worked over my balls with het full lips and tongue. I reached out a hand and cupped the matted plump pussy and was pleasantly surprised that just like in the dream it was like a wet sponge.

After playing with her pussy while she now sucked my cock vigorously, I pulled at her body and guessing what I wanted she threw one leg over to the other side of me and eased her body back a little allowing her ass to reach my face. The smell was awesome. I could see dew drops on her black mat. I nibbled at her fat ass cheeks surprised at their firmness. I spread the cheeks apart and licked between the cracks. She wiggled and snorted. I licked the wrinkled hole and poked my tongue into it. She wiggled again. I slid lower and licked a passage through the bush to her labia lips. I nibbled and chewed on them then I poked my tongue into her opening. I swirled around in there for a while enjoying the rich smell and taste of a pussy long denied and dripping with excitement. I latched on to her clit and she wiggled again. She released my cock from her mouth and straightened up. Still backing me she brought her hands behind to the bed rail and supporting herself, began to ride my face as I sucked on her clit. Suddenly her body stiffened, and she made a loud aaahhhh sound and then she was bucking on my face and making loud unintelligible sound as the orgasm touched her all over. As her trembling subsided she leaned forward on her hands, leaving her ass against my face.

I pulled out from under her and with her still in the doggy position I parted her bush and positioned my hard cock at her entrance. Before I could do anything else she pushed back forcefully and I entered her feeling my cock drag hair into her pussy. She later told me that deciding some time back before coming back home that she was no longer into sex, she had just stopped trimming her bush. I pushed into her forcefully and heard her wince. I began pounding her pussy, enraptured by the thwacking sound of my lower belly bouncing against her ample booty. She bucked and wined like a porn star against my pummeling, letting lose all her banked up energy and passion. I rode her until my knees felt sore. Then I lay back and stretched out allowing her to continue the ride until another orgasm ripped through her body.

After she stopped trembling I turned her over onto her back, spread her legs wide, entered her and began pounding her pussy once more, she urging me on with little screams and hisses and moaning. When I felt myself coming I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her arm around me holding me tight and bucking under me as I emptied into her contracting pussy.

When I was spent she asked if we could rest for a little while, maybe sleep for an hour or two. I agreed and she turned on her side backing me. She asked me to cup her pussy from behind. The wet mound filled my hand. After a little while I felt her reach behind and taking my fingers and rubbing them up in her wetness, she then took one oh my fingers and placed it against the entrance of her puckered hole and began pressing it in. I needed no further urging, I let the lubricated finger slide into her tight hole.
“Just a little” I heard her say, placing a restraining hand on mine, “but after we sleep you can put the entire finger and whatever else all the way up in there if you want.” Like mother like daughter I thought. After a few minutes she was snoring lightly, my index finger stuck up her ass.

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