Daddy’s Anal Princess Ch. 01

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The heat was unbearable; the humid air had been hanging over the city like a tight blanket. Victoria, British Columbia, a quaint tourist city on Vancouver Island was in the midst of the worst heat wave in its history. Five record breaking days in a row and the thermometer was still rising. The thin red lines of mercury reminded Mike Davidson just how hot the days were as he gazed at the thermometer.

What didn’t help matters was the fact his wife had refused to have sex with him because of the heat, the tension headache felt as if it was splitting his head in two. Mike’s wife Betty was a pretty thing but never had really enjoyed sex all that much, if Mike got it more that once a week he would consider himself lucky. Now with the heat raising all the hot women were wearing less and less making Mike constantly in a state of arousal.

His shorts barely covered his thick penis as it stood half erect the past week. He decided to take a quick dip and lay around the pool before the morning was taken over by afternoon’s furnace. He went to the diving board and jumped right in, he didn’t even bother testing the water, the refreshing shock of the cooler water was what he was looking for. As he swam from one end of the pool to the other he noticed his 18 year old daughter, Stacy walk out to the pool. She was wearing one of her thong bikini sets that didn’t help the growing concerns in Mike’s shorts.

He knew it was wrong to stare; he was her father after all. But the lack of sex combined with the heat didn’t allow for much moral thought to take place. Mike noticed the hot pink triangle in front of her smooth legs, the small piece barely covered her youthful snatch. Mike thought she must shave her pussy bare to get away with wearing something Mersin Escort so revealing. He watched as she bent over away from him to lay her towel on the patio lounger, the thin strap so sexy as it disappeared between her healthy globes of ass flesh. He could feel his cock come to full attention as her legs slightly parted from her movement, her young cunt just hung there for his gaze.

“Hey Dad, how’s the water this morning?” Stacy asked her father. She turned just in time to see her father ogling her. She knew he must have been gawking at her ass. She let in a little breath, heat jolted her pussy in hopes that he was. She would never have told her father but she had always had a secret crush on him and many times when she masturbated it was his image she saw, on top of her, thrusting his big cock deep into her pussy and ass.

Stacy had been sexually active for awhile but other than using her fingers no one had ever done her in her ass. Stacy held on to a slim hope that maybe she could get her father to take her anal cherry. Even though she knew his cock was probably much too big to fit in her tight hole. She had seen it once and it was huge! He wasn’t even hard. As she passed the bathroom her father had forgotten to close the door and Stacy watched as he gripped his heavy cock and took a piss. When he was done Stacy rushed to her bedroom and fingered her pussy thinking of the huge tool.

She knew her father and mother didn’t have sex much, it was pretty hard not too with the paper thin walls. When they did have sex though Stacy made sure to listen intently as her father slammed his thick meat into her mom. Stacy wanted to be the one in the bedroom taking that magnificent tool in place of her mother.

“Hun Mersin Escort Bayan … Hun?” Mike called to his daughter.

“Yes, oh sorry Dad I was lost in thought! What did you want?” She asked.

“I was just answering you. I said the water was just perfect. What were you thinking about Sweetie?” Mike asked her.

Stacy loved it when he called her sweetie, “Uhhh nothing important.” Stacy said her words stumbling out. Her father had gotten out of the pool and Stacy stared at his hard body, his hard crotch caught her attention immediately and she felt wetness release from her pussy.

Mike walked over to sit by his daughter and catch some rays. As he made his way over he noticed her shiver then a dark wet spot form at her barely covered crotch. When he looked at his daughter he saw she was staring at his full erect cock, and a little tremble passed through his body.

“Dad do you think you could put some sun tan lotion on my back for me? I would really hate to burn?” Stacy knew he would and couldn’t wait to feel his strong hands all over the backside of her body.

“Sure Sweetie, I think I can handle that!” Mike said but knew deep inside he probably couldn’t handle the soft feel of his daughter’s body underneath his fingers. He shook his head to try to get the bad thoughts out of his head but nothing was working.

“When is Mom going to be home?” Stacy asked her father.

“Not till tonight, she went to some summer concert with her sister.” Mike said. He took the lotion and squirted it all over her back. The creamy liquid splashed over her ass, legs and back. Looking at gooey lotion he couldn’t help but wish that it was his own gooey liquid that was covering his hot Escort Mersin daughter. He started at her shoulders and started massaging in the oil. Her skin felt heavenly under his hands, his nasty thoughts caused him to shake, and he just hoped his daughter wouldn’t notice his unsteady hands.

“Mmmm, just you and me all day then! Ooohhh that feels so good!” Stacy cooed, hoping her father was getting her sexual overtones. Stacy could tell she was having some effect on her father; his shaky hands gave away his true feelings.

“Yep a total father and daughter day and I couldn’t have better company to share the day with!” Mike said to his daughter, he almost coughed up his words as he lowered his massage and watched as she spread her legs wider than needed. He could see her lips slightly bulging out from the sides of her sexy swimsuit. He felt his cock twitch and the precum soak into his trunks.

“Don’t forget to do the inside of my legs Daddy, and my butt. I don’t want to burn there, that would totally suck!” Stacy had her head turned to the side of the lounger that her father was on and could see his shorts as they suddenly went dark. Another rush went through her body as the realization of her father’s desire for her was no longer in question. The only thing left was to see if she could actually coax him into going for it! She let out a loud moan when she felt the touch of his hands graze her inner thigh.

“Uh baby … I’m going to go get a drink, you want anything?” Mike asked his daughter.

“But you aren’t done putting lotion on me yet!” Stacy protested.

“Well Sweetie, it is starting to get real hot and I just want to get one to cool down!” Mike said as he got up from the lounger. She told him she would take a lemonade and he went to grab one. He dove in the water to quickly hide the apparent wet spot on the front of his swimsuit. Mike didn’t know she had already seen it and didn’t want her thinking her father was a pervert who wanted nothing more than to fuck her right on the spot!

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Brunette

I was barely leaving in time so I came rushing out of my building. Once again, I got caught up answering e-mails and it’s just past when I was supposed to be leaving my office! As soon as I hit the street, a cab came around the corner, and he even stopped at my wave. Things were looking up.

I had a meeting with a new business attorney. This was the last step to getting my business going. The loan was set, and now the last piece was just to finish up the corporation documents. The attorney I was going to be working with was someone that I’ve met through mutual friends at cocktail parties, but I had never worked with him professionally. I hoped he was good.

Thanks to the quick cab I got to my appointment with plenty of time. The woman at the front desk let Richard know I was there. All the work until now has been over e-mail, so I was actually looking forward to being able to meet in person to make it official. When I was told, I entered his office. He was sitting at his desk facing me, hands on the desk. For just a second, I realized I’d forgotten he was good looking. I brush the thought away and reach out my hand. “Great to see you again.” He stood up reached out his hand and said, “Even better to see you. Let’s get down to business.” Okay, let’s.

I brought out my folder of documents he had sent, and I had signed. He said he was impressed with my preparedness and I was making his job easy. He said, “And here is the last document to sign.” I took it, read it, and leaned over to sign it. As I leaned, I felt his warm hand on my shoulder. I knew he was just being supportive, but I felt a chill shoot up and down my back at the warmth of his hand on my shoulder. The kind of chill that goes down the small of your back. Even the back of my neck warmed up forcing me to lean toward his hand just a little tiny bit. I was totally surprised to feel this way. Until this very minute I had only seen him Maraş Escort in the most professional light. I would be so embarrassed if he knew that for some reason, I got weak in the knees the moment he touched me. I think I played it cool. I held up my pen for a second to catch my breath, and then continued to read and sign the documents.

“Good grief, Rachel,” I thought to myself, “the guy is just offering you a touch of support, and you’re hot head to toe. It’s clearly been too long since I’ve gotten any…I really need to get out more.”

So, I keep reading. There actually is a detail about profit sharing that I have a question about, so I ask for a highlighter. It’ll be best if I mark things as I go, and then we can go over them all at once when I’m done. I look up and there he is, Richard, as I’ve always known him, but looking right at me. Looking through me. He holds my eyes for a few seconds longer, Then he reaches around his back — to the desk top and grabs a highlighter. Handing it to me, he holds my gaze without saying a word. He holds the highlighter toward me with one hand, and with the other reaches around the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. Then he kisses me deeply. Oh my God. His tongue is in my mouth and I’m kissing him back, and my body is tingling in desire to get closer to him when the highlighter drops to the floor.

I stand up to reach up to him and now I have my whole body leaning hard into him while we kiss. He reaches around and pulls my hair, just enough to get a moan out of me, but not so hard that I’d want him to stop. His hands move to rubbing my tits through my dress and his mouth moves to the side of my neck. I am moaning louder now.

His secretary knocks, startling us both. “Your next client is here, when you’re ready.”

“I’m so not ready to end this meeting,” he whispers in my ear. He yells back at the door. “Have him wait.”

He Maraş Escort Bayan comes back to my mouth and kisses me so hard and so hot that I’m pushed up against the wall. With his body pressed against me I can feel his hard cock against me. When it hits me in just the right spot I tell him “Don’t stop, I’m going to cum.” His hands are moving up my thigh, and then he stops, and grabs my waist, looking me in the eyes.

“Oh no you don’t. Not with your clothes on. I want to see you when you cum. I want to feel you. I want you to cum with my dick inside you.” Hot, my body is hot on every level right now. I’m ready to drop my dress and my panties.

“Sir, your client is still waiting,” his secretary calls from the door again. “Thanks Sue, we’re just finishing up.” He replies.

Then he turns back to me, roughly puts his hand over my mouth. And in a hot second he reaches under my dress and has two fingers in my pussy. I would have let out a hot sound of surprise, but his hand muffles it, thank God. He pulls his hand away and says “I have to open that door, but we’re not done. When can I see you?”

“I have happy hour plans right around the corner, then I’m open.”

“Perfect, go to your plans, and come back here. And stay open.” He gives me a peck on the back of the neck as he passes me. He walks over to the door, straightening himself on the way, opens it and tells Sue, “Give me just a few minutes to get Bob’s file out. Rachel and I have some unfinished business. Don’t set the alarm or lock the door if you leave during my meeting. She’ll be coming back.”

Almost two hours later I walk back to his office. Happy hour was spent absently drinking a couple cosmos with friends, while my panties got wetter and wetter thinking about what was coming.

The lights are on, so I know he’s still here. I walk right into his office. Still working at his Escort Maraş desk, he looks up and smiles. My heart skips a bit. Plus I’m a bit tipsy. He says, “It’s about time.”

I smile big, “We have some unfinished business?”

He comes toward me, and I feel myself lifting my own skirt. He grabs both my hands and lifts them above my head. Kissing me hard, he keeps my hands up with one hand and with the other reaches under my skirt and starts pulling down my panties. Somehow he gets them around my ankles in about 2 seconds.

Oh God, I’m getting wetter and I’m waiting for him to be inside me. He lets my hands go, and then turns me around. Pressing me up against the wall, he whispers in my ear “You’re wet. Are you ready for my cock?

“I’m so ready, please fuck me,” I pant.

“Mmmm,” he says, “I like when you beg.”

“Step out of your panties” he demands. Which I do. I start to lift my dress and he says, “I’ll take it from here.”

When he reaches for my dress, my body goes electric. I feel like my pussy is vibrating with desire.

He unbuttons the top just enough that he can pull it over my head. Now I have a bra, my heels, and nothing else on. “Let me look at you.” He steps back one or two steps and I can see his cock trying to reach out to me. His eyes are already fucking me.

All of the sudden his mouth is on mine and his hands are gripping my ass. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, moaning and leaning back waiting to feel him. I reach over and unzip his pants, finally letting his cock out, and he is pushing in my pussy before he puts me down.

Pushing hard, he sits me on the desk and bites my nipples while he continues to fuck me. Holy shit, I’m going to explode. His thrusting cock against my wet pussy is too much and I can’t hold back. I scream and convulse, squeezing him while he’s still inside me. “Oh fuck!”

“You are so fucking hot,” he moans while he thrusts and then shoots inside me. Oh God — my body is shaking, and I can’t stand. As he holds me against him, he says “I’m putting you on my calendar every day. Clear your schedule.” Still sitting on his desk, I say, “I think I’m on your calendar right now.”

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This is a little continuation of my story about my girlfriend and I roleplaying another cock. This one is a little bit of a different approach. It’s fictional, but something we’ve been dabbling in. It’s a complete fantasy, but one day I think I’d like her to text me in a similar fashion.

Me[10:30]: Hey, lady

Her[10:34]: Hi :3

Me[10:34]: ‘Chu doin’?

Her[10:40]: er…give me 1 sec a little busy

Me[10:40]: Oh? Busy doing what?

Her[10:46]: ill tell you later

(1 Hour Later)

Me[11:40]: You there?

Her[11:41]: Yeah, lol sorry

Me[11:41]: lol free to talk?

Her[11:43]: Yeah

Me[11:44]: Yay! What are you up to?

Her[11:45]: Nothing anymore, :3

Me[11:45]: lol uh oh. what’s that mean?

Her[11:46]: hang on

Her[11:55]: mm. Round 2. Twice the fun

Me[11:56]: hmm…I wonder…

This could really mean anything, but I pretty much narrow it down. She is either playing a video game, or setting me up for a really sexy cuck roleplay. I’m hoping for the latter.
(Another hour later)

Her[1:00]: Hey.

Me[1:02]: Heh. Finished?

Her[1:03]: For now. Definitely had my fill.

My cock twitches. I know that tone. Even through text. Looks like I’m going to working for the next several hours with a hard cock.

Me[1:04]: Sounds like you were…occupied.

Her[1:05]: been kinda…naughty

Me[1:06]: Been touching yourself? 😉

Her[1:08]: not…rly…

Me[1:08]: You’re being too discreet.

Her[1:09]: i have…a few friends over…

My cock springs forward. I’m rock hard. I have this sudden glimpse of running home and fucking her right away, but I decide to let it play out. I wait for another text, knowing she’ll catch on that I still think she is a little too discreet.

Her[1:15]: i hope ur not going to get jealous

Me[1:16]: Why would I be? You know I think this is sexy.

Her[1:17]: i was horny when u left. u should have noticed. i got back at you for leaving me unsatisified.

Me[1:18]: oh, Manisa Escort I am in trouble.

Her[1:19]: as soon as you left I called our friend out. He asked if his buddy could join to watch. promised i wouldn’t be disappointed.

Me[1:19]: Were you?

Her[1:21]: No.

Me[1:21]: What happened?

Her[1:23]: Our friend couldn’t keep his hands off me. didn’t take long for him to get me on the side of the bed to suck him off.

Me[1:23]: eager 😉

Her[1:24]: Very. He tastest just as good as always. I thought of you while sucking him. Thought of how jealous you’d be 😉

Me[1:24]: Spot on observation. What about his friend?

Her[1:25]: Sat patiently and watched.

Me[1:25]: Hm. What next?

Her[1:27]: After I got him nice and clean, I was fucking soaked. His cock slid in easily. he fucked me for like 15 minutes. his friend just sat there, but I saw him start to grind his cock through his pants. BIG bulge.

Me[1:27]: so fucking hard right now baby

Her[1:32]: i wanted to impress his friend so i got on top. started riding hard. his cock felt so fucking good, babe. I came within minutes. told his friend “pull your cock out and let me see or you both can leave.” He did.

Me[1:33]: Big I’m guessing.

Her[1:33]: Big, baby.

Me[1:33]: Bigger than me?

Her[1:33]: Fuck. Yes. I’m still shivering.

Me[1:33]: wow.

Her[1:35]: He just stroked when our guy took charge and forced me to bend over. Start railing my pussy while I was looking right at this guy stroking the biggest cock ive ever seen.

Me[1:35]: Did you want it?

Her[1:36]: Before he even pulled it out. kept fucking for a while before he unloaded on my face and I got my pussy filled with cum. I came so hard I almost passed out. then i took a shower.

Me[1:37]: When was this?

Her[1:38]: After I got fucked in the shower you texted me.

Me[1:39]: In the shower?!

Her[1:40]: pulled the curtain rings too hard, need new ones

Me[1:41]: Then what?

Her[1:41]: Manisa Escort Bayan Round 2 😉

Me[1:42]: right right, twice the fun.

Her[1:42]: His friend decided to take my pussy, he took my mouth.

Me[1:42]: Oh fuck babe I love thinking of you being a little cockwhore.

Her[1:43]: Baby his cock filled me up so much.

I take a few minutes to stroke to that. I’m so turned on, I already subconciously wandered off to find a private place to jerk off.

Her[1:52]: Babe?

Me[1:53]: Must have felt really fucking good. He fuck you well?

Her[1:54]: Never been fucked like that before.

Me[1:55]: Even by me?

Her[1:56]: You’re great…but his cock was so much bigger than yours. Are you jealous?

Me[1:57]: A little…but still incredibly hard.

Her[1:57]: Good.

Me[1:57]: Why?

Her[1:58]: Wouldn’t have really mattered to me. I’m his slut right now, not yours.

I almost blow my load right there, barely able to hold back. I start typing with one hand. I can only stroke a little at a time or I’ll buckle over and shoot cum everywhere.

Me[2:00]: Right now?

Her[2:02]: He got back inside me while u were probably off stroking ur little dick

Me[2:03]: Little?

Her[2:04]: Compared ot the one inside me.

She doesn’t play the humiliation act often, but she is laying it on thick this time. A little intimidating, but only making me harder.

Her[2:05]: Want to listen?

I don’t even get a chance to respond before my ringtone goes off. She really wants me to listen to her ride a fat cock? She’ll probably cum and make me listen. I obviously don’t hesitate to answer.

“Aaaahhhhhhhbabyohhhhhfuck!”

I don’t know how to reply. I sit there with a dumbfounded face while my girl gets her pussy fucked by another cock. I can almost her the noises when the base slaps against her bare pussy.

“Ff-f-fuck! Oh my god b-baby! H-he s-ss-started slamming into me a-as soo–OHH!–as soon as I –OH MY FUCKING GOD AHHhh– as I Escort Manisa called you!”

Still dumbfounded. I feel like a fool.

“You stroking your little dick while your girl gets fucked, babe?”

I was.

“Bet it makes you want to cum, hearing your girl get pleased by a cock so much bigger than yours.”

It did.

“You only wish you could fuck me like this.”

I came, fucking hard. I groaned loudly and released, what seemed like an endless orgasm. I keep shooting rope after rope into the air, most of it landing on my hand. It’s completely coated in cum. Easily the longest orgasm I’ve ever had, and she heard all of it.

“Aww? You cum already? Looks like he lasts longer than you, too. I’m about to cum too, babe, all over this fat cock. Ohhhh fuck babe, I can’t wait to fuck this cock again. Oh…baby…baby…fuck…OHHHH FUCK I’M CUMMING AGAIN!”

As she came she screamed louder than I’ve ever heard her scream. It lasted so long, by the time it subsided, she was panting, quite obviously still getting fucked. I got hard again as well.

“10th orgasm, love. That was my–ohhhfuck—tenth time cumming on another cock today.”

This must have set something off in him because I heard him groan and start slamming hard into her pussy. “OHHHHHhhhh….” I heard her voice fade away, she must have pushed it away as she reached forward. I can picture her grasping at the bed sheets, her ass up in the air, getting railed hard by an unfamiliar, massive cock.

“Are you cumming? mmm fuck yes go on…cum inside me” I hear faintly. There is a shuffling on the phone as she scrambles to pick it up.

“He’s cumming inside me babe! He’s coming inside your girl! Ohhh fuuuuck I love being his slut! mmmm fuck yes cum inside me! cum in your slut! He’s filling me up, love…fuck….fuck…ahh…th-thank…thank yo uso much babe for letting me fuck this dick. I’m cumming again! OHHH!”

The phone beeped. She hung up on me as she faded into her 12th orgasm.

Me[2:15]: Text me when you’re done. I want to hear more.

Her[2:20]: 13

Her[2:34]: 14

Her[3:00]: 15

Her[3:42]: 16

Her[4:00]: Baby?

Me[4:01]: Yes, sexy

Her[4:02]: Can you sleep on the couch tonight?

Me[4:03]: I…guess? Why?

Her[4:10]: 17

Her[4:50]: 18

THE END

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He was visiting Seattle but I’d persuaded him make the trip to the ski resort of Whistler, a couple of hours from the Canadian border for the weekend.

I’d booked my favourite condo, the one with the outdoor tub, that sits at the bottom of Blackcomb mountain just next to the village. I came here regularly to write.

He had the code for the door so if we arrived at different times he could still get in.

It was late March and snow was still thick on the ground. I got there first so left my bag and went into Whistler to get some supplies. The condo had a small kitchen so we weren’t reliant on eating out, a good move in a place where everything is bussed in.

When I got back he had just arrived. He was cold, grumpy and I suspected a bit nervous. It had been some time since we had seen one another in the flesh and after the last time, I had made sure he was absolutely clear of my expectations. I wanted to shag him senseless.

“Need a drink?”

He nodded. I fixed him an Irish coffee. Hot, not too sweet and alcoholic enough to take the edge off.

I took it to him on the balcony, he was looking at the mountains and the snow. It really is a beautiful place.

“I didn’t think it’d still be so snowy.”

“Canada? Mountains? Hello!”

As he drank the coffee he swung an arm over my shoulder and Maraş Escort hugged me.

“Inside?” I asked.

He smiled wickedly, “That’s why I’m here girl.”

“Woman. I’m definitely a woman.” I replied.

We returned inside and as I closed the patio door leaving a small gap, I felt cold hands around my waist, burrowing under my top onto my skin.

I turned as he pulled my top off. His hands explored my bra, playing with my breasts, as I pulled his jacket, sweater and t-shirt off. Turning back I drew the blinds as his hands released my bra then grasped my nipples, massaging them.

He pulled me close to him from behind. I could feel his cock already expanding through his jeans against my bum. He buried his face in my neck and I turned drawing my face to his so I could taste his mouth.

My hands slipped inside his jeans waistband, fingers teasing the end of his erect cock. I undid the button and slowly pulled down his zip. He gasped as he sprang free.

I took his hands from either side of my face and slowly moved down his body until I was kneeling. I put my hand through the gap of the patio door and picked up a small handful of snow.

Looking up I saw him watching me as I put the snow in my mouth. Before he could say anything I was on him, his cock in my mouth as he gasped in Maraş Escort Bayan shock then mounting pleasure as the mixture of cold snow and my hot mouth encircled his member.

His hips started to sway as his passion rose, gently he played with my hair as he slowly entered and withdrew from my mouth.

My own body desperately needed some attention so I unzipped my jeans, easing them down my hips and off so I could spread my legs and massage my own screaming clit. My pussy was already very wet but as I worked on myself it became even hotter and very very wet. The fingers of one hand worked in and around my pussy while the other massaged his cock and balls and my mouth teased, licked, sucked and nibbled his now straining cock.

I reached up and pulled him down onto the floor, laying him out on the rug in front of the fire.

Straddling him with his hands on my hips I gently lowered myself onto him, feeling his delicious length fill me completely. I set a slow pace and rhythm wanting to take my time.

“You get all the toys this way” I said as his hands and mouth explored my body and breasts while I rode him. He was getting harder and harder. We both watched as I repeatedly slid myself up and down the length of his glistening shaft, my pussy devouring him in her hot, wet, darkness.

His Escort Maraş fingers dug into the flesh of my hips and I followed as he maneuvered me so I was on all fours. Kneeling behind me he began to ride me, taking control as he teased a breast with one hand and my clit with the other.

I bent down so my head was level with the floor, my rump raised high. He got a good firm grip, took the cue and drove even deeper inside me. Waves of pleasure began to radiate out of my pussy across my entire body. I was coming early, my body sneaking up on me as he held onto my hips, his fingers gripping my flesh and he pounded inside me.

I gasped, threw my head back and fell into the waves of ecstasy.

“I’m gonna come” I heard him say. He withdrew as I turned, my pussy still throbbing, body still quivering and holding my breasts together pushed his cock between them. He jerked and came, shooting his cum across the pale white flesh of my breasts.

Gently I rubbed his cum into my skin, then looking up at him, lifted a breast and licked his juice off. “Fuck” He said and shot the last of his load.

He tutted and playfully ruffled my hair.

“You are such a bad girl.”

“Woman. I’m definitely not a girl. Hungry?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I have one or two things you could eat.” I said looking down at my spread legs.

“Unless you need something more substantial in which case I can cook or we can go out. There’s lots of places to eat. Your choice.”

“Oh God.” he said as he pushed me back. “You just never stop do you.” and he buried his head in my pussy.

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This story is absolutely true 😉 It happened a couple of years ago when I first joined.

I remember the excitement of being a new member on SUICIDE GIRLS ®, perusing through the plentiful galleries of so many gorgeous, alternative pin-ups in all of their angelic and delicious nakedness. I was a kid in a candy store and didn’t know where to begin, also cautious of over-indulging lest I get sick. But pictures weren’t enough, especially not when I was reading about all of the hooking-up going on through the site’s various available forums. I had never done anything like it before joining the site, but what can I say? I know it may offend some members and readers that my first instinct toward the site was to use it for sex, but I physically ached to reach out and touch one of the girls, to feel her gentle skin against my own. So I decided to take the plunge, figuring that I would immediately be ignored or flat out rejected (which happened in a few cases), but never could I have imagined meeting a girl as adventurous or mischievous as [I’ll call her Aurora]. She was an Indian sex goddess.

Aurora had particularly striking features, a spritely little thing with exotic bronze skin and deep, black hair dark as the midnight sky. She had the most gorgeous smile with big brown, puppy dog eyes that conveyed a longing toward innocence, which I’m not sure she actually was. Her body was perfectly sculpted with overtly feminine features (a perfectly round butt, perky breasts with chocolate brown nipples, luscious and full lips that she painted in raspberry sorbet [I wondered if her kisses tasted so sweet too!]). She reminded me of a woman I saw in a tantric sex video online once, an eastern goddess of love designed to be the perfect lover and wholly in-tune with their sexuality. I quickly downloaded all of her sets, my heart racing at her most intimate parts and the feeling of my own hand on my body, imagining it was really hers. But while lost in my own fantasy, I stumbled onto her blog and came to a shocking conclusion: Aurora loved cum. Not only that, but she was especially turned on by facials, her blog littered with erotic photos of young girls’ faces dripping with semen. I sent her E-mail message outright telling her how beautiful I thought she was, and how much I enjoyed her blogs and photos. She responded kindly, but was casual and dismissive. After a little back and forth, I asked her why she had never posted any photos of her own facials. I was shocked to discover that Aurora had never actually received one because she did not have a boyfriend, and never considered the illicit act until after breaking up with the last guy she dated.

I decided to go for it, though I was sure she had a long list of messages in her inbox of young, capable gentleman offering their services to a young damsel in distress. Still, what could it hurt, I thought? So I messaged her back and asked her if she might be interested in meeting up somewhere, like for some coffee, and if after we met and she liked me would she be interested in having her face painted with some hot cum?

[These are her actual messages (with Aurora’s permission)]

Dylan,

I have never done anything like this before, so I am hesitant to agree to the facial, but I am very intrigued to meet you. You seem like a gentleman and it is hard to find a comfortable way to live my fantasy when I am single and so many guys are jerks and don’t know how to recognize the beauty of a facial. What did you have in mind?

I replied…

Aurora,

I have never done anything like this before, either. How about we grab some coffee at the Westin Hotel at the shop downstairs. If you still decide you might be interested in receiving that facial, I would be more than happy to get us a room where we could take all the time we need to act this fantasy out for both of us. I wouldn’t expect sex or even a blowjob for that matter. I could just… help myself until you were ready. How does that sound? I hope I am not being too direct. Take all the time you need to consider this. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.

I hoped I had not scared her off with being so direct, but I thought being honest and direct was my only route in. I waited an excruciating day and a half for her response:

Dylan,

I am free this weekend on Saturday at 4 after I get off work. How does that sound?

I was ecstatic and told Aurora that I would be there. Saturday took a month to arrive it seemed, even though it was only Tuesday when I received her message. I dreaded a last minute cancellation and didn’t like that she had so much time to reconsider and back out. But when the day came, and I decided to text her (as she sent me her number in a message the night before), I was relieved to hear that we were still on. That afternoon I went for a run and ate a light breakfast, feeling particularly on edge as I had given up masturbation from the minute I knew I might have a chance to cum on this beautiful Indian cum queen’s virgin face. I wanted to deliver the biggest load that I could if need be, and did not want to disappoint this girl considering some of the more “dramatic” facial candid photographs she seemed to enjoy sharing. When Kütahya Escort I finally did arrive at the Westin, she kept me waiting for about ten minutes before I recognized her signature golden skin from across the lobby. She had a friend with her whom she had an exchange with after spotting me from a distance. Her friend disappeared into one of the luxurious gift shops across the lobby by the fountains as she continued on toward me, me getting up and offering her the chair opposite me.

“Aurora,” I said.

“Hey,” she said as I held out my hand to shake hers.

“I’m Dylan,” I replied.

“I just brought my friend because she said…”

“You don’t have to explain. I’m glad you brought a friend,” I said, trying to alleviate the pressure she must have felt meeting a stranger in a hotel to experiment with.

We made a little light small talk over lattes, it being obvious she was waiting for me to take the initiative. I knew this was the interview and that I had better not blow it. I was so close to her, I could taste it, but I also knew I could still easily spook her and send her running off into the urban sprawl, never to be seen or heard from again. I had to be bold, but disarming, witty, but not offensive. It was a gentle art I had to master on the fly if ever I wanted to see this beautiful girl’s face covered in my pent up orgasm. And I knew she knew that I was not only undressing her with my eyes, but imagining what my cum might look like plastered to her golden brown features.

“So, what do you like about facials?” I asked her outright.

“Well,” she said, her cheeks flushing red. “I think they’re hot. I don’t know, I mean, we’re not supposed to like them and that’s what makes them so hot, you know? I just think it’s a beautiful way of showing your partner how attracted you are to them. It doesn’t just have to be about domination and degradation. Cum is very beautiful. It shouldn’t be considered taboo to want to display it on my face,” she said.

“Wow, that’s very true. I just can’t believe you’ve never experienced a facial. I mean, you’re very beautiful so I have a hard time believing you can’t get a boyfriend,” I added innocently and honest enough. She smiled bashfully, pulling her long, black hair out of her face. For being “certified-pink”, she seemed awfully bashful and shy.

“I was really nervous about that stuff when I was in a relationship,” was all she said.

“Fair enough,” I replied.

“What about you?”

“Well, I agree, I think facials can be a beautiful act. I like the visual aspect, seeing a girl wearing me all over her face. I like knowing its such a private, intimate way to see any girl, and that it’s a look only I can give her. Plus, I think the symbolism is really hot, knowing that all of my sperm is swimming around her face. Each facial is always so unique too. You never know exactly how hard you’re going to get off, or where your cum is going to land… or how the girl will react. It’s all really hot for me actually,” I admitted trying to gauge her reaction to my x-rated, taboo explanation.

“That sounds amazing. Wow…” she said, shifting in her seat and crossing her legs. “You just got me really wet!”

“That’s okay, I’ve been hard since I laid eyes on you,” I admitted, my raging erection straining against my jeans, aching for alleviation and release. I could feel my own pulse in my penis, the blood surging through it, each pulsation causing the faintest amount of pleasure through my shaft. Aurora just smiled devilishly at me and bit her lip, playing with the latte in front of her. I decided it was now or never, do or die.

“So, I was thinking…” I said, pulling out a key card and sliding it on the table for her to see. “That you tell your friend that we are going to go enjoy room 211 together for a little while and to hang tight in the mean time. And in that mean time, I’ll be stroking myself over your beautiful face and… naked body, shooting the biggest load of cum onto your face, giving you the messiest facial of your life. What do you say?”

She just smiled, but when her eyes met mine again, they were anything but innocent.

When we both stepped into the room and looked at the single bed. I shut the door behind myself and turned to her, both of us unsure of how to proceed. I had decided that I had better jump in the driver’s seat. I pulled her midnight hair from her eyes.

“God, you have the most beautiful face…” I admitted, caressing her bronze cheeks.

“I can’t wait to have cum on it. I’m really nervous! My heart is racing,” she stated.

“Well, why don’t we both get undressed?” I suggested.

Aurora peeled up her shirt, revealing her golden, flat tummy and lacy black bra beneath. She tossed it onto the bed nervously as she watched me reveal my own chest to her, nervous at being sized up, wondering if she felt the same way. Her pants slipped down her slender, chestnut thighs and soon she was left in nothing but her slim, black panties When my jeans came off, I was left pitching a tent in my boxers, a small wet spot formed right where the tip of my cock pressed against the thin cotton material. Aurora just looked at it and smiled Kütahya Escort Bayan before unhooking her bra behind her back and letting it fall away from her perky breasts, her nipples little chocolate candies I wished I could have tasted. I was left standing in shock and awe.

“You have the hottest tits,” I told her.

“Thank you, I like them…” she admitted. I didn’t want to push my luck by asking for permission to touch her privates, but then she said, “I don’t mind if you touch them. Just don’t go further south than my belly button, okay?” she added nervously.

“Of course…” I said, placing my hands on her breasts and massaging them gently, kneading them around like dough, pinching her nipples and squeezing her whole breasts. After a while, I pulled away, it being obvious we both were left protected by the same article of clothing. I sighed heavily wondering what to expect underneath, as her sets suggested different relationships to her pubic hair (if any at all in some).

“I’ll go next, and… you don’t have to, but if you want to touch it, you can…” I breathed before gaining the courage to slip my boxers off, revealing my fully erect, throbbing erection. I had never seen it this engorged, the veins especially defined. Pre-cum was already dripping out of my tip, Aurora’s eyes directly fixated on it.

“It’s so big,” she said.

“Thank you,” was all I could say, wondering if she was being genuine or polite.

Next, it was Aurora’s turn. She slipped out of her little panties, revealing her bald vulva to me, her tight little pussy tucked between her legs. I could tell she was glistening, obviously just as horny as I was. I just stared at her privates and smiled.

“Wow, you have such a beautiful…” I stammered off.

“Pussy, it’s okay… you can say it,” she said, running her hands over herself. “Do you want to watch me or…”

“Like… masturbate?” I asked stupidly.

“Yes, if it would help?” she suggested.

“Why don’t you just get down on your knees here,” I said, reaching for a pillow and setting it gently down on the floor in front of me. She sank to her knees and stared right into my urethra as I grabbed myself, conscious of the fact that at any moment I was going to erupt like a geyser all over her face. I was sensitive to the touch, unsure of how long I might last. I hoped long enough for [Aurora] to get herself off. So I grabbed myself and started going to town, masturbating in this stranger’s face, her eyes never leaving my aching and dripping erection. I watched her hand run in circles between her legs, wondering just how horny she really was. The sight of her masturbating, of her fire-roasted nudity, of her exotic face waiting patiently beneath my aching penis while anticipating climax, made my balls surge in a tantalizing way.

“I’m not going to last very long,” I admitted.

“That’s okay,” Aurora replied, her breathing obviously more labored now.

“Tell me how badly you want me to cum on your face…”

“Oh, I can’t wait to feel your warm cream splash against my expecting face…”

“I can’t wait to give it to you…” I admitted.

“I want you to shoot so much cum onto my face that it over-saturates and begins to slide off of my cheeks and chin… down onto my neck and breasts,” she moaned.

“I can’t wait to see how beautiful my hot white cum looks on that beautiful bronzed face of yours,” I admitted, stroking myself with new found fervor and excitement.

“Oh, God,” she said, setting her hands on my thighs. “This is it, isn’t it? I want to feel your goo all over my pretty face. Use my face as a canvas to paint a masterpiece using cum. Shoot it all over my forehead and nose, up my cheekbones…” she said.

I jerked back and what was coming. I aimed my cock, constricted with euphoria and the undying need for eruption, right at [Aurora]. Then, I saw a long, impossibly thick rivulet of pearly white semen shoot up the length of her face, catching her across the eye and connecting her forehead to her lower cheeks. My cum was thick, the same consistency of vanilla yogurt, just sitting there on her shimmering bronzed skin and slowly sliding down it. Aurora slightly jerked her head back in response, her right eye sealed shut, but I held her face in place as another thick burst of semen splattered right over her very same eye and cheek. Sperm congealed into her eyelashes as my third shot, and thickest yet, erupted out of my cock and landed with right across the tip of her nose, connecting down onto her lips. The feeling of alleviation, of such release combined with the visual of my semen landing on such a sexy, forbidden face caused my balls to constrict and pump out every last drop of cum onto the poor Indian nubile’s expecting face. Two more thick ropes of sperm splattered across Aurora’s nose and mouth before I aimed higher and shot my final jets right into the center of her blank forehead, which caused a thick amount of semen to congeal in one place before eventually sliding down over her brows and down the bridge of her nose like a diverted river of cum that left a slimy trail in its place. Aurora looked up at me, best she could and smiled Escort Kütahya through one opened eye.

“What do you think?” I breathed, leaning on the bed for support, looking down and admiring my prize. She wore her first cumshot proudly and smiled through it. I had never given an Indian girl a facial before, the contrast of white on chestnut a forbidden sight to behold. I couldn’t help but feel like I had marked this girl in some way, the bond a forbidden sealing of this young sex slave to me. She looked so hot!

“Kind of messy, but it feels amazing,” she said, me now aware that she was furiously rubbing her clitoris while breathing heavier and heavier still edging toward orgasm.

“How does it feel?”

“It was warm when it first hit my skin, but it’s already cooled down a lot.”

“Do you want me to help clean you up?”

“So soon? You can admire your handiwork if you want, I don’t mind. I’m going to be a minute…” she breathed, still rubbing her forbidden nub feverishly, lost in ecstasy.

Not believing my ears, I bent down to my knees and met eyes (well, eye) with her, looking at my beautiful masterpiece up close and personal. The eye she couldn’t open, my cum had congealed in her eyelashes and pooled over her eyelid. The creamy icicle that hung off her nose and clung to her lips was a beautiful waterfall of sperm that flowed from the white cream left splattered across her mahogany forehead. The cum on her lips and chin started to slide off her face, hanging off it in beautiful strands that stretched awkwardly away from her features until breaking away and landing across her perky breasts or onto the floor. I followed one of the strands as it slid down Aurora’s beautiful naval toward the nub she rubbed even more feverishly. Then, I looked back up at her, her one eye seducing me, as if daring me to cover her in even more cream. If I had anything left inside me, I would have.

“You should really see yourself…” I told her.

“Yeah?”

“Wait… lets capture this image and share it on Suicide Girls,” I said, not sure if the idea was too bold to vocalize.

“I brought my camera, it’s in my jacket,” she said casually.

Within seconds, I was snapping off forbidden candids of Aurora’s face splattered with cum so thick, it more clearly resembled creamy, vanilla yogurt than semen. It hung off her face in thick ropes like winter icicles. She just smiled through every picture, proud to be captured a creamy mess of my sperm. Finally, I set the camera down and helped Aurora up. I walked her over to the mirror, her eye going wide at the sight of her messy face. Quickly, she bent over the dresser, staring at her own reflection while furiously rubbing herself in front of me. I decided to take a chance.

“Play with my cum, Aurora…” I breathed into her ear, my hands on her hips.

Without missing a beat, Aurora opened her mouth, causing the waterfall of beautiful sperm to spill onto her tongue. Then, as if mimicking something she had seen in a film, she started to open and close her mouth for show, the actions of her jaw opening and shutting stretching the thick band of semen dangling off her nose. I was rock hard again, slowly stroking myself at the sight of her using one hand to masturbate while using the other to scoop my frosting finish into her mouth. Once she had collected all of the sperm off her face and gathered it into her mouth, she started to blow little bubbles of cum from between her lips before releasing a flood of my collected semen from her mouth. It cascaded down her chin and flowed off her face, but never fell away from it, an awkward icicle of cum left dangling from her face. If I had any hesitation about this girl’s feeling for cum before, I didn’t right then.

I’ll never forget her screams of ecstasy when she snapped her head back and burst, either, literally ejaculating and spraying out like a geyser from behind. It was such a forbidden sight to behold, me never before having witnessed a woman ejaculate before. The steady stream of her orgasm sprayed back onto the floor behind her before her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the bed right behind, her out of breath and covered in sweat. I lied next to her, just hypnotized by the mess I had left on this poor girl’s face. The semen slid down her face and cascaded slowly over her cheeks. The long, thick strand of sperm that had dangled off her chin flung back with gravity and now stuck to her neck. My cum reminded me of a warm layer of vanilla glaze sliding off a freshly baked donut. A thick river of my cream flowed back off her nose, trickling slowly off it until finally mixing with the thick pool of sperm coating her eye and cheek, her lashes sealed together with my forbidden seed. I had always imagined this girl’s face coated, but never in such exquisite and messy detail. I wondered what was going through her head, as I lie there just staring at her. I drank in her golden brown, nude body the same color as hot chocolate and dragged the backs of my fingers over her small breasts down toward her naval, watching my creamy sperm on my partner’s face continue to act like a force of nature over her soft, innocent features. She glanced over at me, clearly nervous at being so visually consumed and studied in such a forbidden way. But how could I not consume my little prize and the abstract masterpiece I had painted across the canvas of her face. It was my facial she wore so nervously, but also so elegantly. She looked beautiful.

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I can’t get you out of my mind. Since that first meeting, the chemistry between us, the trust and respect between you and Justin. My mind can’t let it go and in a fit of pique, I book a flight to Cape Town and a hotel room for the weekend at a nice hotel in the City Bowl.

The anticipation that week is unrelenting, building even more as we start our journey; the flight, the cab ride, eventually arriving at the hotel. We’ve invited you to eat dinner at our hotel that night and after booking in and freshening up, you message me to confirm that you are here.

Holding Justin’s hand, I exit the lift and see you. My heart speeds up a bit, you’re in a well cut suit, your shirt’s top buttons undone. I walk to you and we embrace, my body growing weak as all my lustful thoughts and fantasies become that much more tangible.

The dinner passes in a blur for me. My brain registers the flowing conversation, the laughs, the deeper moments of connection, yet inside that anticipation is at Mardin Escort fever pitch. The bill paid, I stand and wordlessly lead us to the lift, and the room that awaits on the fifth floor. In the lift we remain silent, the air electric with lust, desire, passion. I lead the way down the passage, both of you watching my butt as it sways seductively in front of you. You’re like two cats eyeing a mouse, practically drooling as you follow me.

I open the door and glance over my shoulder, challenging almost as I step aside for you both to follow me in. The door closes behind the three of us and in the narrow passage beyond I squeeze myself between the two of you, my skin hot as it presses against these two masculine bodies. I pull away slightly and we move into the room proper. I start by unbuttoning Brendon’s pants, then unzipping them, fondling his hardening cock through his underwear as I kiss you passionately. I shift to your pants as he caresses my shoulders from behind Mardin Escort Bayan me. Your pants fall to the floor and I bend forward, pressing my ass into Justin’s cock and grinding against it as I slide your underwear down, your hard cock springing free. I bend my knees and kneel, positioning myself between the two of you, reaching up both hands to grasp a cock in each.

Looking down at me, you are struck by the look of absolute ecstasy on my face as I rub my cheek against Brendon’s cock while lightly tugging on your length. Then your breathing hitches as I turn back to you and slide my hot, wet mouth over your head, slick already with precum.

I moan softly and you feel the vibrations as I suckle on your length. I turn towards you completely, temporarily giving you all my attention as Justin removes his shirt and the clothes that have pooled around his feet.

As I feel his attention turn back to me, I turn to face him. He lifts me to my feet and slides Escort Mardin my tight dress up over my hips, freeing my breasts and then tangling in my arms overhead as he smiles a wicked smile. Now it’s your turn to press against my back and gently pinch my nipples as Justin holds my arms captive, the dress covering my eyes while still allowing him to attack my mouth with his.

He relents and frees me, allowing me to climb onto all fours on the bed. I turn to face you as he rolls a condom onto his pulsing length. I pull you onto the bed and bring your cock back to my mouth as Justin lines up behind me and thrusts into me. I take your cock deep into my throat as each thrust pushes me forward onto your cock, your own thrusts matching his as you fuck my face. You’re watching me carefully to make sure I am comfortable, giving me chances to pull back a bit to breathe, and at the same time you’re marveling at the feeling of my tight throat as I pull you into me again.

I’ve been teasing you all night over dinner and you can’t hold out much longer. Your first orgasm rushes up upon you suddenly. You warn me and I whine as I move your cock into my mouth and eagerly start sucking, swallowing your cum down as you spurt again and again into my eager, sucking mouth.

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The G-Spot . . . Or not.

*

A note to my readers. This story is based on fact. If you doubt that, Google ‘G-Spot’ and read the results of actual studies—not the many fluff sites. The results of the combined studies will blow your mind. The conclusion of those studies is that the ‘G-Spot’ is a myth and doesn’t exist. Surprised? Yeah, so was I, since I know better.

As a senior at The University of Texas, my major was Psychology, more specifically, The Psychology of Human Sexuality. It may sound weird, but even though I grew up with a schizophrenic mother and big sister, I wasn’t the least bit interested in ‘abnormal psychology’. I simply had no interest in the study of sick people.

I even convinced the Dean of the Psychology department to allow me to forego many of the prerequisites dealing with Abnormal Psychology in favor of classes such as The Psychology of Women, and The Psychology of Human Sexual Behavior. Those were both new additions to the curriculum, and they were having trouble filling those classes, so he readily agreed.

After all, I was a ‘behaviorist’ by nature. I cared much less about what caused us to act in a certain manner, than what it takes to change our behavior, eliminating bad behavior, and creating new patterns of behavior. Needless to say, I was a HUGE fan of B.F. Skinner and Pavlov, Classical Conditioning and Behavior Modification.

It wasn’t until my senior year that my focus evolved in a totally different direction. During one of my classes in Female Sexuality, my professor totally dismissed the possibility of females having a ‘G-Spot’. He cited study after study denouncing the existence of a G-Spot, some of them involving MRI exams and other methods of detecting deviances in the physiology of the female vagina. I knew from personal experience they were wrong. Little did I know, proving it would become my life’s work.

When writing my thesis, I knew going in the major problem with it. It was based on purely anecdotal evidence. I knew I had a G-Spot. One of my most productive masturbation techniques involved inserting two fingers into my vagina and massaging my G-Spot. It was easy to find, pronounced, and it had a very unique texture when compared to the smooth, slick texture of the other parts of my vagina.

So, why couldn’t scientist find it, especially when some of them had examined thousands of women?

It took a very long time for me to develop my hypothesis. I tested it on myself. I knew that finding my G-Spot was easy during masturbation, and how wonderful it felt to massage it. What I didn’t know was if it was so pronounced all the time, or only during heightened sexual arousal.

That’s the thing none of the studies controlled for, so that’s what I needed to find out.

* * *

At first, I knew I’d be my own best subject, even though anything I uncovered would be purely anecdotal. I didn’t care. I had to start somewhere.

I had to wait until I was not even close to being turned on. With plenty of lube at the ready, I worked first one and then another finger inside my vagina.

I worked quickly to feel the inside of my vagina, especially the upper front wall, which was where I’d always found my G-Spot. Sure enough, either it wasn’t there, or I couldn’t find it.

Conversely, after masturbating myself to full arousal, I could not only find it, but massaging it brought me to orgasm quickly.

After just over thirty days of conducting the experiment during every stage of ovulation, including menstruation, my findings were consistent. When I was sufficiently aroused, I found my G-Spot easily. When I wasn’t aroused first, I couldn’t find it at all. I was convinced.

* * *

When I presented my seven page report to Dr. Cannon, the Dean of the Psychology Department, I sat across his desk holding my breath while he read it.

Finally, he lowered his chin, looking at me over his reading glasses. “You know, young lady, this doesn’t prove anything. It’s a study of one—totally anecdotal, and therefore unreliable. You’re refuting the findings of some of the most famous and notable Sexologists and Gynecologists in the world.”

I lowered my eyes, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Still” he continued, “It’s not totally without merit . . . not as a conclusion, but merely as an interesting hypothesis.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Finally, he said, “I’ll tell you what: I’m going to take this to our Board of Directors and see what they think. If they don’t laugh me out of their office, you’d better be prepared to sit in front of them and further explain your findings. Do you understand?”

I stood up, “Yes, Sir. I won’t let you down, Sir. I really appreciate—

“Don’t thank me yet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * *

I was sitting in a wooden chair several feet in front of a long table. On the other side, sitting in padded, and I assumed comfortable, office chairs was the university Board of Directors, three females, and two males.

“So, Miss Grady, you have our attention. Please tell us more.”

I was shaking like a leaf. I cleared my Marmaris Escort throat and then spoke, thankful that sound actually came out of my mouth. “Well, the preponderance of the conclusions of the many studies suggests the possibility that the clitoris is much more . . . involved than previously believed. It’s thought that it’s the tentacles of the clitoris extending around the flesh of the labia that causes it to be so sensitive during stimulation. Further, many believe the clitoris has more tentacles with highly sensitive nerve endings that extend inward toward the inside front wall of the vagina. It makes sense that, like the external tentacles, the internal tentacles would be more pronounced and sensitive during sexual arousal. I believe it’s those internal tentacles which can be felt and stimulated during arousal . . . the G-Spot. Further, I believe the mistake most of the researchers made was examining females who weren’t in a sexually aroused state.”

The female board member on the far left took off her glasses and stared at me hard, “That’s a fascinating hypothesis, but how do you propose to support it with facts?”

“I . . . I’m not sure . . . yet.”

One of the male board members spoke up, “I’m not convinced, but I am intrigued. If you can validate your hypothesis with empirical evidence, you can single handedly rewrite the medical journals.”

Another of the female panelist piped in, “That’s a tall order for an undergrad. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“Not on my own.” I admitted, “I’ll need help.”

Dr. Devon, the president of the board spoke up, “Thank you Miss Grady. Please excuse us while we discuss the matter. You can wait outside until we call for you.”

Holy Shit! They were actually going to consider helping me with a formal study. When I got out of the meeting room, I headed straight for the bathroom. I was going to either pee or throw up or both. I wasn’t sure.

It was almost thirty minutes before they called me back in. Dr. Devon was the only one to speak, “Miss Grady, in the interest of full disclosure, we’re divided in our conclusion. Fortunately for you, the majority of us wish to see you explore your hypothesis. We’re prepared to give you a small grant.”

“Thank you, Ma’am—all of you.”

“Now” she continued, “You’re too close to Dr. Cannon, so we’re going to appoint a third party—a friend of the University. He’s a physiologist and we’re sure you’ll get along famously with him. It will be up to him to approve every expenditure, and he’ll report to us weekly. I feel the need to warn you; he’s a traditionalist. He will be difficult for you to convince. So, if you manage to convince him, you’ll be well on your way to convincing us. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am . . . all of you, thank you.”

* * *

It was two days later when I met Dr. V. Geote. We were sitting in the small office the Psychology Department had made available to us. He wasn’t a bad looking guy—or at least he had the potential to be rather handsome. The problem was; he was in full ‘professor’ mode, long hair, pony tail, scruffy mustache and beard, and dreary clothes, shirt and pants that had never met an iron, and a tie that showed the remnants of his last meal—at least I hoped it was his LAST meal.

“Miss Grady-“

“Gina, please.”

He showed me a smile, “Gina it is then. Now, you need to know going in that I don’t believe one word of your report, and therefore, I totally denounce your hypothesis. However, I am a scientist, and as such, I must often ignore my own biases and deal with a particular subject objectively. I will give this project no less than my best effort and be open-minded enough to allow the facts and results to dictate how we proceed and our final conclusions. One last thing: When I say I don’t believe one word of your report, I don’t mean to imply that you are lying. I believe you are simply mistaken.”

Wow! When Mrs. Devon said he was a ‘traditionalist’, that was a huge understatement.

“That’s all I can ask. The Board warned me that you’d be a tough sell, but they also told me that, if I manage to convince you, they will defer to your judgment. Now, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course you can ask. I’ll decide whether to answer it after I hear the question.”

I chuckled, “Fair enough. My question is this: On how many females have you searched for a G-Spot?”

He stared at me hard, “Miss Gra—Gina, why the hell would I search for something I firmly believe doesn’t exist?”

I felt like I needed to appeal to his scientific side, and I only knew one way to do that. “I understand. What if you kept the open mind you spoke of earlier enough to not only search for an abnormality inside a vagina, but upon finding it, would concede that it is at least possible that it is indeed what is referred to as a G-Spot?”

“Are you suggesting . . . what I think you are?”

Letting a giggle slip out probably wasn’t wise of me, but it just slipped out, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. I just happen to know where Marmaris Escort Bayan one is. You are a doctor, after all, so I don’t see the big deal, and it’s the best way I know to show you why I’m going to all this trouble.”

He considered my proposal for several moments, “I would insist on another doctor being present, preferably a gynecologist.”

“That’s even better. I can prove my point to a physiologist and a gynecologist at the same time.”

* * *

Three days later, Dr. Geote met me at the office of Dr. Karen Posner, a gynecologist. My examination was awkward from the start. When I removed my skirt and panties and put my feet into the stirrups on her examination table, Dr. Posner insisted on covering my lower body with a towel.

I rolled my eyes at the whole thing and shook my head. They were both so concerned about ‘appearances’ and ‘protocol’, they were sucking all the life out of the room. No wonder previous experiments had failed to find anything! How could anyone get aroused in such a sterile environment? Still, I knew bitching at them about it would be futile. I needed to choose my words carefully AND professionally.

It didn’t stop there. Both Dr. Posner and Dr. Geote immediately began pulling on latex gloves. “This isn’t going to work.” I told them. “In the first place, I need access to my genitals in order to sexually stimulate myself. That is the point of all this. And secondly, you can’t wear gloves. I need you to be able to feel the texture inside my vagina, and gloves will hinder that.”

The two doctors looked at each other for some time. And then Dr. Geote shrugged, “She’s right. If we don’t do it her way, she’ll be able to claim that we didn’t find anything because we did it all wrong.” And he began pulling off his latex gloves. Dr. Posner followed suit, and both of them turned to the sink and began washing their hands with sterilizing soap.

I used that time to toss the towel aside and begin stimulating myself. When they were ready, I wasn’t. I was just starting to rub my clitoris, inserting two fingers inside myself now and then to see if my G-Spot was starting to swell. But I knew it would take me at least a few more minutes to achieve sufficient stimulation.

To their credit, they just leaned against the counter and observed what I was doing. I closed my eyes and called up one of my favorite fantasies, being the only waitress at an all male party—naked, of course.

When I opened my eyes at one point, I almost laughed. Both Dr. Geote and Dr. Posner were still leaning against the sink, but they looked as uncomfortable as a first year law student about to argue a case before the Supreme Court.

I guess I couldn’t really blame them. After all, they were professionals. They were accustomed to being in charge, and beyond that, they were used to keeping things ‘clinical’. But now, they found themselves standing idly by while a young college girl was masturbating openly in front of them.

Just to tease Dr. Geote, I looked over at him and showed him a smile and a wink. That seemed to make him even more uncomfortable. He cleared his throat in a way that showed his disapproval.

When I was ready, I kept rubbing my clit while telling them in a somewhat raspy voice, “Okay, it’s time. Just remember, crook your fingers and feel along the upper portion of the front wall.

Dr. Posner went first, easing two fingers inside me. It only took her a couple of seconds to locate my G-Spot and briefly stimulate it with her fingers. When she withdrew her fingers, she didn’t say anything or show any sign of her findings.

Dr. Geote took her place and duplicated her actions; however, unlike Dr. Posner who was obviously used to having her fingers inside another woman’s vagina, he seemed totally detached. He was looking away and reaching into me like he was sticking his fingers into a sink drain and searching for a lost ring.

He too found my G-Spot quickly, and like Dr. Posner, he massaged it for a few seconds before withdrawing and stepping away.

While both doctors were washing up again, I got dressed and waited on their findings. And then Dr. Posner asked me to step out of the room. “Don’t go far. We’ll call you back in after we’ve had a minute to confer.”

They only left me standing in the hallway for a couple of minutes. Back inside the exam room, Dr. Geote spoke, “Well, Gina, you’ve made your point. We both felt something, and it was just as you described it. However, we’re not prepared to say it was indeed a ‘G-Spot’, or other type of erogenous structure.”

That made me giggle, “I guess you’ll just have to trust your subject on whether it’s an ‘erogenous structure’. And then I looked at Dr. Posner, “I suspect by tomorrow, you’ll be able to confirm that it’s very much an ‘erogenous structure’, if, that is, you’re going to take my advice and reconstruct this experiment on yourself.”

She got huffy, “That, young lady, is not and will never be any of your business.”

* * *

It was Wednesday of the following week when I got to meet Escort Marmaris with Dr. Geote again. This was to be a discussion about the nuts and bolts of setting up an experiment. Neither of us felt the need to argue that it needed to be a double blind experiment. That was a given.

I told him, “On the subject’s side, I don’t see any problem. We’ll simply tell them it’s a study of female masturbation—which isn’t a total lie.”

“Why can’t we do the same with those we recruit as lab assistants?”

I thought about it for several moments, “We can, if we disguise the focus by having them report on several aspects of the changes in appearance and feel of all aspects of the genitalia.”

“Then that part is settled.” He said, turning to a fresh page on his notepad.

I went on to the next topic. “Now, I think we should put our assistants in white lab coats and insist they all dress the same; beige or tan slacks, white blouses, hair up, and we should hang stethoscopes around their necks.”

Dr. Geote chuckled, “Careful, you’re starting to sound a lot like Stanley Milgram.”

Of course, he was referring to the infamous nineteen sixty-one psychological study at Yale University that went terribly wrong, resulting in long term psychological damage to the subjects, several even committing suicide. Milgram had gone out of his way to make his assistants appear to be professionals and ‘authority figures’ to intimidate his subjects to some degree.

I let his comment slide by. “One last thing: I think it’s going to be important to give the subjects as much privacy as possible during the masturbation stage.”

Dr. Geote nodded, “They can summon the lab assistant in with a buzzer when they feel they are sufficiently stimulated.”

I agreed, “Perfect.”

In the interest of ‘critical thinking’, the objective being ‘controlling’ for as many variables as possible, more topics needed to be addressed.

We’d already controlled for the appearance of the lab assistants, so we moved on to other things. First up was controlling for variances in the menstrual cycle of the subjects. We finally agreed on the second week following the end of menstruation. Actually, WHEN was not as important as making sure all of the subjects were at approximately the same stage in their cycle.

We decided on written rather than verbal instructions to the lab assistants, and written rather than verbal questionnaires for the potential subjects to complete.

We also agreed that we’d prefer to deal with only subjects who’d been at least somewhat sexually active prior to the experiment. We felt those would be better able to relax and would be less intimidated by the whole thing.

I suggested we purchase a good supply of sheets and pillow cases for the rented gynecological exam table. Lying on cold paper was something that had been difficult for even me to overcome in Dr. Posner’s exam room. Of course, that meant we’d need access to laundry facilities.

Dr. Geote suggested we pay our assistants twenty dollars per hour, and our chosen subjects fifty dollars for their participation. Wow! After adding that up in my head, I realized we were talking about major money, especially if we wanted a large pool of subjects, which we most certainly did.

“Let me worry about that.” Dr. Geote assured me.

His response made me believe my little demonstration in Dr. Posner’s office had intrigued him more than he’d let on.

Lastly, we needed to state our expectations for what percentage would constitute ‘significant’ results. I believed anything above thirty percent positive would be significant, “After all, we are talking about college girls here, not married women. I assume the percentages would be higher if we were sampling married women who are more comfortable with sex.”

Dr. Geote was less difficult, “In my opinion, twenty percent would be significant enough to at least require further study, if the sample is large enough.”

I had to chuckle, “Doctor, if it’s only twenty percent positive, I’ll be greatly disappointed. I believe in my heart of hearts that it will be over fifty percent.”

He took of his glasses and placed them on the desk, and then he showed me a stern look, “Gina, you’re a believer, otherwise we wouldn’t be here. However, as a scientist, I must caution you against setting yourself up for disappointment. Let’s just see how it goes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * *

After two months, hiring 3 lab assistants, and performing the experiment on ninety-two subjects—mostly dorm dwellers, we were ready to prepare our final report to the Board of Directors.

We had fifty-four positive outcomes, just over fifty-eight percent. Dr. Geote was flabbergasted.

The Board was presented with copies of our final report, and two weeks later, Dr. Geote and myself were summoned to report to the Board.

They had some questions, the most notable of which was, “Are there any major changes you’d make, if you had it to do over again?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I told her, “First, I would want all of the subjects to be married women. And secondly, I’d include in the instructions to the lab assistants that, if they didn’t feel a noticeable structure, they should press more firmly into the vaginal wall, as I believe the G-Spot in some women is farther beneath the wall of the vagina and therefore more difficult to find.”

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Jack was still wondering how he found himself in this position. He had just finished looking at himself in the mirror, dressed in a nice shirt, tie, and a freshly pressed pair of slacks. He walked out of the bathroom, into the kitchen to grab his car keys and wallet before getting in his car and heading over to Angie’s house. On his way over he thought about the events that had occurred over the last couple of weeks that led him to this point.

Jackson Harris had not been on a date in over two years. Not since he and Heather had split up. And it had been even longer than that for the last time he had sex. Heather stopped putting out for him six months before they broke up, although she had no problem at all with putting out for a few of the other guys she knew. He and Heather had been together since their junior year in high school. They even decided to go to the same college so they could continue their relationship. But, halfway through their final year, Heather told him she was tired of the same old thing and that she wanted to date other people. That floored Jack, and he hardly ever saw her again, only every now and then around the campus. He has since heard that she ran off with the captain of the football team and they are now living in the mid-west somewhere.

After graduation, Jackson went back to his hometown to put the degree he received in Accounting to good use. He got a job with a growing corporation keeping their books. He had a lot of responsibility( keeping track of expenses, doing payroll, making sure the company’s bills were paid), and he received a very nice salary for it.

One day there was a knock on his office door and the Human Resources Dept. head poked her head in. She told him she was showing a new hire around the building and that the new person said she knew him.

“Well let me see this person, then,” Jack said as he put some paperwork into his IN basket.

A beautiful young woman came into his office and his mouth dropped. She was the same age as he was, had dark hair that went halfway down her back and a body that would make most super models jealous. She smiled widely at him and started blushing due to his gawking and lack of speech.

“It has been more than four years since I have seen you and you can’t think of one thing to say?” she asked.

“Angie!” was all he could manage to say. Jack got up and walked briskly over to where she stood and wrapped his arms around her.

“Jack, you know you are not supposed to do that,” Melanie, the HR head said.

“It’s all right,” Angie said. “We’re old friends, like I told you.”

Jack and Angie grew up on the same street, but they did not become friends until they started high school. They were the only ones in their neighborhood that rode the bus to and from school. Since they were the only two waiting at the bus stop every morning, they passed their time by talking and getting to know each other. They became good friends and even dated for a little while in their sophomore year.

They broke the embrace and looked at each other. Jack asked her what position she had applied for and Melanie said she was going to be the new secretary in the office. He asked if he could give her the rest of the tour, to which Melanie agreed. The two of them left his office and he showed her the rest of the building. The company that they worked for was a distributor of kitchen supplies to retail stores and restaurants in the Northeast. The two of them went out to lunch that day and got caught up on each other’s lives.

After Angie started her job, she and Jack would hang out like they did before Jack went away to college. They would go out to dinner every now and then or one would go to the other’s house to watch a movie. There was no real physical attraction between them. They just enjoyed each other’s company.

A couple of months later, Angie decided to ask him about what happened between him and Heather after they had watched a movie and had some popcorn and beer. Jack told her he thought they grew apart somewhere in their relationship, but could not remember feeling that way when they spilt up. He told her he remembered not having sex with Heather the last six months of their relationship. It had bothered him, but she did not seem to be affected.

“That’s probably because she was banging the football team,” Angie said.

“That would explain it,” Jack smiled.

Angie laughed then said, “Don’t you think it is time to start dating again?”

“Probably,” he sighed. “I just have not met the right girl yet.”

“Well, what if I found her for you?” Angie asked.

“Sounds like you already have someone in mind,” Jack accused her.

“Maybe. Would you be interested?”

“Who are you thinking of?” Jack wanted to know.

“Tell me who it is first and I’ll tell you if I am interested or not.”

“Fine,” Angie said. “It is my cousin, Kelly. You remember her, don’t you?”

The look on his face told her that he did.

“You mean the cousin that wears the glasses that are about an inch thick, and about 40-lbs. overweight?”

“She has Mardin Escort changed a lot since you last saw her, Jack,” Angie shot at him. “She lost all the extra weight and she now wears contacts. She is very pretty.”

“You have to say that,” Jack said. “You are related.”

“Jackson!”

“Angela!” he mocked her.

“C’mon. Please? For me?”

He took another sip from his beer bottle. He was desperate to find a way out of this.

“Doesn’t she live a couple of hours away from here?” he said. “I don’t think I want to drive out there for one date.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Angie told him. “Kelly is coming here to visit me for a little while. She will be here Tuesday night.”

“How long is she staying?”

“Couple of months, I think,” Angie said.

“What about her job?” Jack asked.

“She can get one anywhere she wants. She has a lot of experience.”

“What does she do?”

“Not sure,” Angie admitted. “All I know is that she left her last job with a huge severance deal, so she can afford to not work for a while. She was going to travel the world, but she wanted me to go with her. As I cannot afford it, she is coming to visit me instead.”

“So why are you tryin to set us up?” Jack asked.

“She, like you, has not been out in a long time,” she said. “She needs to get out. It will be good for both of you. That, and, she has always had a crush on you. Ever since the first summer we all hung out together. She was really disappointed when you started dating Heather.”

“All right, listen. I will go out with her once,” he said. “And only once. So after this, don’t ask me again. Deal?”

“I promise.”

************

Jack pulled up to Angie’s house and prepared himself for the worst. Although Angie had told him that Kelly had changed quite a bit since he last saw her, he was still very skeptical. As he rang the doorbell, a feeling of doom came over him. He was not sure he wanted to do this after all.

Angie opened the door and greeted her friend.

“Come in and sit down,” she said. “Kelly will be down in a minute.” She let him in and directed him to the sofa. She asked if he wanted anything and he declined. “So, where are the two of you going tonight?”

Jack gave her the name of one of the finest Italian restaurants in the North End. “After that, it is up to her,” Jack said, his voice betraying how unenthused he was about the date.

“Oh, cheer up, will ya?” Angie said. “You never know. You may just enjoy yourself tonight.”

Just then they heard a door open upstairs, and a few seconds later, high heels clicking their way down the hardwood steps. Jack stood up for the arrival of his date. When she came into view, his jaw dropped to his chest. The woman coming down the stairs was beautiful. Her red hair came down to her mid-back; her green eyes twinkled with every pad of her foot. Her smile was wide and showed almost every one of her pearly white teeth. Angie looked over at her friend.

“Down, boy,” she whispered in his ear as she used her hand to close his mouth. “See. I told you she has changed.”

Jack was awestruck as he watched Kelly enter the room. He saw that the little geeky girl he remembered from their childhood was gone and this gorgeous goddess had taken her place.

“Hi, Jack,” Kelly said as she stepped up and gave him a hug. “Long time since I last saw you.”

“Er . . . yeah . . . a long time,” was all that he managed to reply. Her perfume entered his nostrils and he thought she smelled as sweet as she looked. They broke the embrace and Kelly stood back from him. Jack looked at her again. Her red hair shimmered like silk, the flawless complexion of her face, even her outfit of a pink blouse and tight black skirt was perfect.

“So, where are we going, handsome?” Kelly asked.

“To dinner, then it’s up to you,” Jack said.

“Hmmmm. A world of possibilities,” she said with a wink.

When they left the house Jack was a perfect gentleman the entire evening. He opened the car door for her, the door to the restaurant, and made sure he beat the maitre d’ so he could pull the chair out for her. Not figuring he would actually be into the date, Jack brought a very small amount of money with him. Now that he was trying to impress Kelly, he ordered one of the most expensive bottles of red wine for their dinner. As they ate there was the typical first date chatter. She asked him about his job and listened intently while he talked. When he was finished discussing accounting, he asked what she did.

“Angie didn’t tell you?” Kelly asked.

“I asked her, but she said she wasn’t exactly sure. All she did know was that you left and got a really nice severance deal,” Jack told her.

“Yeah. Quite good,” Kelly told him. “So much so that I may need to get myself an accountant.” She winked at him again, and all he could do was smile at her.

“So, what happened?” he asked. She looked a little hesitant to talk to him about it. “If you don’t want to tell me about it, it’s ok. I was just curious, that’s all.” Mardin Escort Bayan

Kelly took a deep breath. “I don’t mind telling you about it, it’s just that whenever my profession comes up on a date, it is usually the last time I ever see the guy, or he expects things from me later that night.”

“Well, I will be honest with you,” Jack said. “I will not judge you on what you do, and I will not expect anything after dinner. Like I said, after this, it is your choice on what we do. If you want me to take you back to Angie’s, I will. It is all up to you.”

“No, it’s all right,” Kelly told him. “I will talk to you about it.”

“So what happened?”

“Well, I had a problem with one of my managers,” she explained. “So I quit. When I went back to pick up my last paycheck, he told me I could only get it if I . . . er . . . pleased him orally.”

“You’re kidding?” Jack said unbelievingly.

“No. That is what he said. So, I called a lawyer friend of mine, and the mere threat of a lawsuit against their company had them opening up their checkbooks. They paid me a pretty penny to keep quiet, enough to where I do not have to work for a few years, at least.”

“Jesus, how much was it?” Jack asked.

“I can’t get specific,” she said with a smile.

“What is it that you did?”

“I was a cam girl.”

“A what?” Jack asked.

“A cam girl,” Kelly repeated. “You do know what a cam girl is, don’t you?” When Jack shook his head Kelly started to giggle. “A cam girl puts on a sexy show over the internet. You have never seen a cam website?”

“No. I hardly ever get on my computer anymore,” Jack admitted. “And when I did there was only one site that I visited.”

“You never went to a porn site? I thought all men did that.”

“I came across a few,” Jack said with a grin, “but I was never one to sign up for them. Too cheap.”

“Judging by this bottle of wine that does not seem to be the case,” Kelly said as she raised her glass to her lips.

“Well I do splurge every now and then. Especially when in the company of such a beautiful woman.”

They finished their meal (Jack paid the bill with his credit card), and got ready to leave. Jack opened the car door for Kelly once again, and closed it gently when she was inside. When he got in his side, he turned to her and asked what it was that she wanted to do next.

“Let’s go back to your place,” she said.

He drove the 20 minutes to his house and the two of them went inside. He gave her the tour of the house, since it had been a few years since she had been inside. Jack bought the house that he grew up in from his parents. They wanted to retire in Florida, but did not want to have a mortgage up north anymore. When they got to the den, Kelly found that was where Jack kept his computer. As she walked into the room, Jack asked her if she wanted anything to drink.

“Come in here with me, Jack,” Kelly called out. Jack soon entered the room carrying two glasses of wine. He found her sitting in the high-backed leather chair in front of his computer. As he stood behind her, he saw that she had the internet up on his computer and was typing in a website. When it was finished loading, there were several pictures of scantily clad women.

“This is the site of the company that I worked for. This girl right here,” she was pointing at a striking brunette in a leather corset with the name Kiki under her picture, “she is one of my best friends. She is the one who told me to contact the lawyer. She should be on right now. Wanna see her show?”

“What does she do in her show?” Jack asked.

“Jackson Harris! Have you lived a sheltered life or something? How could you have gone to college and have no idea what kind of show a web cam girl does?”

“Hey, when I was in college, I was too busy busting my ass studying to look at girls over the web,” he said smiling. “That and I had a girlfriend. Never had a need to look at cam girls.”

“What a shame,” Kelly said as she typed in a user name and password, “because this is what you missed.”

She clicked on the picture of Kiki and was taken right into the room. She started typing and the girl on the screen reacted with glee when she saw Kelly’s name pop up. The two of them started typing away with each other, wanting to know what the other was up to. When Kelly told Kiki that she was on a date, Kiki looked into her web cam, put up both of her thumbs and smiled wide. Kelly then clicked on a tab at the bottom of the page that said ‘go private.’

When it was just Kelly’s and Kiki’s names in the room, Kelly rummaged through her purse and pulled out a card. She saw Jack’s office-style phone sitting on the corner of the computer table.

“Is that a speaker phone?” she asked. When Jack told her it was, she asked if he minded if she used it. He agreed and she dialed the number. The line rang twice before a woman picked up.

“Where have you been?” the woman on the phone asked.

“I came out to visit my cousin,” Kelly said. “My date’s name is Jack and he has never seen a cam show Escort Mardin before.” That was when Jack figured out whom Kelly was talking on the phone to. He looked back at the screen to see Kiki holding a cordless phone to her ear.

“And what did the two of you do tonight?” Kiki asked.

“Well, we had dinner, then Jack said the rest of the night was up to me,” Kelly told her. “So, this is what I chose to do; Give him his first cam show. And who better to give it to him than you?”

“Ooooo . . . a virgin! I like those!” Kiki said with a wink. “And what will you be doing while I entertain him?”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Kelly said. “I will be keeping myself busy.”

Kelly got up from the chair, pushed it back a little, and had Jack sit down. He was looking at Kelly when she smiled and gestured at the computer monitor. When he turned his eyes to the screen he saw that Kiki was topless and starting to take her panties off.

“So, Jack. How is the date going so far?” Kiki asked.

Jack gave a little laugh and said, “A lot better than I thought it would. Kelly has changed quite a bit from when we were kids.”

“Kelly, is this the same Jack you used to tell me about? How you had such a huge crush on him?” Kiki asked as she sat up straight.

Kelly, who was now standing behind the chair and watching the show while she rubbed Jack’s shoulders simply said, “Yes.”

“Ok, ladies,” Jack said, “now how does this work?”

“You can either type or tell me what to do and I will do, if I can,” Kiki answered. “I have toys,” she panned the camera over to show the dozens of vibrators and dildo she had on a shelf. “I also have different outfits I can get into for you. Your wish is my command for the next half hour.”

Jack looked back at Kelly. “What do you want her to do?”

“Huh uh, buster,” she said, shaking her head, “this is your show to direct. I am staying out of it.”

“Please?” he pleaded. “I don’t know what to tell her to do.”

“Well, Jack,” Kiki said through the phone, “why don’t I do what I normally do and you just sit back and watch? Sound good?”

Jack agreed to that and watched as Kiki spread her legs to show herself to the camera. Next she started rubbing her clit and talking into the phone, asking if Jack could see how wet her pussy was getting. The show was definitely having an effect on him. As he watched Kiki, and felt Kelly rubbing her hands on his chest now, his penis started to get firm in his pants, almost to the point where it was starting to get uncomfortable. Kiki put the hand set down, put on a connected headset, and reached over to the shelf and pulled down an eight-inch red vibrator.

“Hey, Jack,” Kiki called. “How do like it so far?”

“Very nice,” Jack said.

“Mmmmm, listen to this,” she said as she turned the toy on.

It buzzed to life and she slowly applied it to her clit. She was moaning and saying how she felt she was going to cum soon when she started to slowly insert it into her pussy. As she fucked herself with the vibrator, she used the fingers of her other hand to rub her clit. Jack was so enthralled with the show that he did not notice Kelly crawl under the desk and unzip his pants. It was not until she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock that his attention was ripped away from the monitor.

“Oh, wow!” he gasped.

“You like what you see? Or is Kelly up to something?” Kiki asked.

“Ohhhhh,” he gasped again as Kelly really started sucking on him. “It’s a combination, I think. Ohhhh, God!!”

Jack thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper into Kelly’s mouth. She looked up at him, his cock lodged firmly in her mouth, and moaned her approval. The vibrations that went onto his cock made Jack grab the armrests of the chair.

“Jack? Is Kelly giving you a blow job right now?” Kiki said.

“Ahhhh yeah . . . ,” was all he could answer.

“Mmmmm,” Kiki moaned. “Does it look like this?” she asked as she pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and started sucking on it, taking it almost all the way down her throat.

Jack groaned a, “Yes” for Kiki. He then put his hands on Kelly’s head. She sucked on him while licking the underside of his prick with her tongue. Kelly took his cock out of her mouth with a “POP.”

“That sounds wonderful, Kelly,” Kiki said. “Describe it to me.”

Kelly kissed the head of his cock, then turned her head so she was talking in the direction of the phone.

“Well, it is about 6-1/2 inches long, hard as steel, almost as thick as my wrist, and,” she sucked it back in her mouth, bobbed on it three times before coming back up to say, “delicious.”

“You are a dirty girl,” Kiki said. “Get back to suckin’ so we can finish him off.”

Jack was close; both he and Kelly knew that, but he did not understand how Kiki could have sensed it. When Kelly started sucking him again, all thoughts of Kiki went out of his head. Kelly reached inside of his zipper again and brought both of his balls out. She dipped her head down and licked both before she took each one into her mouth. As she did this, she jacked him with her right hand. She licked her way back to the head of his cock. When she got there, she saw a large amount of pre-cum waiting for her tongue. She engulfed his cock once more, sucking for a few minutes before she heard Jack start mumbling something.

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Ki made his way through the door and across the hall. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, to gaze up the flight, and wondered what would happen to him before the night was through. He knew where he had to go. The instructions had been sent to his phone:

“Address 9 Elwood drive.,

Room key under the fern pot,

Go up the stairs,

Turn at the first right,

Second room on the left,

Further instructions taped on the door. “

He made his way as directed and read the attached note.

“Ki, Glad you decided to join me, let’s see if tonight will leave you disappointed; as I assure you, once we’re done, I WON’T be. Enter, strip to your underwear, and leave your clothes on the desk by the window. Lie in the center of the bed, put on the blindfold that’s on the pillow, place your hands by your sides, and wait.”

He took a deep breath and entered. The room was dimly lit. The main source of light was a lamp sitting on a desk placed at the far end of the room. The other was a lava lamp set on top of some small drawers to his left, near the head of the bed. After closing the door behind him, he did as he was told, following her commands.

He undressed quickly, or tried to. He was nervous, and his fingers twittered about as he grappled with each item of clothing. But he managed to strip to his underwear with a minimal of mistakes. He put all his clothing on the desk, and went over to the bed. After blindfolding himself as ordered, he lie down in the center, and began to wait.

As he lay on the soft duvet in complete blinded darkness, his senses started to heighten with the sound of atmospheric silence buzzing in his ears, and he became aware of the subtle smell of lavender and spice in the air. Although the room was warm, his skin tingled as if a slight breeze had floated across his body. Just then, he heard faint footsteps coming up the stairs. The door handle creaked, and then… nothing. For what seemed like an age, Ki’s mind raced, Is that Alice…what’s going on.. Why isn’t she saying anything? Is she even here,.. Or did I imagine that sound. He tried to concentrate on staying calm and controlling his nerves. Finally, a familiar voice spoke.

“Well, hello gorgeous”, said Alice with a hint of a smile in her voice. “I’m just taking in the moment. It’s not every day I get a semi naked man lying on the bed at my whim.” She started to laugh. “I was sitting in my car when you got here, and it was so tempting to follow you in. But I had to resist and wait to start the game right. It was a turn on and a half knowing you were in here…now what to do first.” She walked up to the side of the bed, taking in the view of Ki’s still body, and leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “I’m going to tie your arms and legs down. So I want you to spread your legs and raise your hands above your head”. He did so without a word, and Alice went to each corner of the bed producing from underneath buckled leather straps, and secured each of his limbs until he was spread-eagled and unable to move.

Alice found herself stood by his outstretched left arm and leaning forward slowly, softly dragged her nails down from wrist to bicep, down the side of his torso. He began to twitch slightly, sharply inhaling as her nails drifted to the inside of his thigh and down the inside of his leg. “Excellent” she breathed, whispering to herself. With that, she took away her hand. Ki could hear her footsteps moving away from the bed. “I’m just going to change into something more a little more…nakedly comfortable”, she said from the doorway. And then she was gone, the door closed. Silence once again filled the room, leaving Ki with his mind swimming.

2

“Well, I think you know most of the folks here mate”, Kerry said to Ki as they entered the bar. It’d been four months since he’d been out, especially on a social level, and cabin fever had set in. The place was fairly busy, so he followed Kerry to the bar in a daze as the noise of cheerful banter filled his ears. They got their beers and moved to the back of the room, to a big round table surrounded by familiar faces, all except for two. They sat close to the couple, and Kerry made introductions. “Howdy peeps, Ki this is Alice. And who is this you have with you?” she said with a cheeky smile, looking at the stranger.

“Kerry, this is Steve, the bloke I was telling you about last week”. Steve looked as nervous as I had when I first walked in as he nodded and said hi. For the next hour, Alice and Kerry steered the conversation to past humorous drunken exploits, getting Ki and Steve involved in the “Have you ever…” and “What’s the worst… ” type of chat that breaks the ice of any social night.

For the next few Fridays, the four met up with the “usual crew” for drinks at the bar, with Kerry not so subtly taking Steve “to play pool or something”, leaving Ki and Alice with each other for company.

“So Ki…that’s an odd name. Are your folks foreign?”

Ki laughed a little, Marmaris Escort as this was not the first time someone had asked him that, “My parents are hippy types, and like to travel a lot. I was conceived in Korea, and they liked the name Ki. Apparently it means ‘Vigor’!”

“That’s cool” Alice replied looking thoughtful, and then burst out laughing “Alice means ‘eat me, drink me’!”

“Well, your mate and Kez seem to be getting on well, eh?”Ki said, taking a sip of his pint.

Alice looked at him with a sly grin. “That was the point, though, wasn’t it. I find her someone nice to play with, and she finds a way for me to meet you. She’s told me all about your past with her, how you two were good friends with… How do I put it… benefits. And, as well as being a good laugh and all, she let me in on your little games. I wanted to find out if it was all just exaggerated banter!” Alice laughed as Ki choked on his lager.

“She what! Well, now, I don’t know WHAT to say to that!” he replied through a coughing chortle “You’re cool, and definitely hot looking, but I hardly know you”. His reply met with a long chug on her drink and a flirtatiously wicked glance.

When she lowered her drink, she asked, “But is it true, though. That under that well-mannered, handsome exterior there’s a filthy mind? And if so, are we acquainted enough to explore it? Because I reckon that I’d give you a run for your money.” The spark in her eyes was intoxicating.

“Well, if nothing else you’re not backward in coming forward.” He sarcastically replied, giving Kerry a sideways glance, who responded in turn with the huge beaming grin of someone who was fully aware that the scheme she set up for her friend and Ki had gathered momentum.

3

The sound of footsteps in the room made his thoughts snap back to reality, along with the feeling of helplessness and blind anticipation. “I think, as this is the first time, we should talk freely so we can get the best out of this, ” Alice inquired leaning against the desk, again taking in the view of her submissive playmate.

“Sounds good, ” Ki said, with a slight sound of relief in his voice.

“That’s not to say the rules have changed though. You’re mine for the night to enjoy, and you will do as I say. You may request, or express desire to partake in or refrain from, some of the things we do, but the decision lies with me.” The dominating half of the twosome moved to the side of the bed by Ki’s head and leant in close, “All that aside, I’ve got to say you look fucking gorgeous, let’s try and shake each other’s foundations shall we?”

She stroked her finger tips down the side of his face and pressed her lips onto his. Slowly pulling away, she paused for a moment, still feeling the kiss on her mouth. That was sooo good she thought to herself, I’ve wanted this for a while, and finally I get to have this man, to pleasure me, to pleasure him, he tastes great! She moved in again, and this time lingered, mouths fused. She gently ran her tongue round the inside of his lips, his tongue met with hers and entwined in a ballet of lust that made their hearts pound. Alice pulled away again and, positioning herself next to him, knelt on the bed.

“That’s one check off my list of things that your good at, ” she said, making Ki smile and turn his head towards the direction of her voice.

“Does that mean I get another go then?”

“All in good time. There’s no rush. “

Alice got up and moved to the foot of the bed where she climbed on, kneeling between his splayed legs. She began to crawl up Ki’s body kissing and nibbling at the inside of his legs to his thighs, stopping for a moment at his trunks. She gave a little tug with her teeth on the leg hem then moved to the bulge where she closed her teeth around it, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ki jerked slightly and gave an involuntary inhale that made Alice chuckle to herself.

She continued kissing up his torso, from his naval to his chest, making sure her breasts dragged hard over his crotch and naked body. She took her time swirling her tongue around his nipples, giving them an occasional nip to make them stiffen, all the while finding pleasure in watching how his facial expressions changed in response to her actions.

Alice slid up further, sat astride his stomach, and placed her hands on his chest. “I want you to raise your head forward and stick out your tongue”. When Ki did as he was told, she placed a hand behind his head, leant forward, and brushed a breast across his open mouth and tongue. “Suck them,” she demanded, and pulled him into her chest.

Ki blindly sucked and lapped at her breast, but not for long. He used his tongue to find her nipple, using the tip to lick circles around her areola, before lightly biting the nipple to make her squeal. With each tug of his teeth, she let out a small squeak and her nipples hardened.

“Hmmm goood” she said, as she pushed his head back into the pillow. “That was just a warm Marmaris Escort Bayan up. Let’s see what else your mouth is good at!”

Alice grabbed the bars at the head of the bed, and pulled herself forward so she knelt over Ki’s face. She brushed her mound over his lips. “Taste me, eat me”. He kissed her firmly and parted her labia with his tongue, guiding it up and pushing hard on her clit. He teased her nub, lapping and flicking it, then sucking it with force making Alice breath heavy and grind into his mouth, slowly gyrating and fucking his jaw, using his rhythmic tonguing to her full advantage.

His cunnilingual symphony intensified, inhaling her labia. With Ki’s tongue darting and lashing deep inside of her, she groaned loudly, writhing her soaking pussy over his face. Then Ki went for the kill, as Alice’s legs started to crush his temples; she grasped at his hair and with a shudder and gasp gave the mouth beneath her a full taste of climactic ecstasy.

She eased back of his head, his heavy breath on her wet lips sending a tingle through her quaking thighs. Slowly maneuvering off Ki’s body she rose from the bed turning to look at him, his face glistening with her orgasm. Goddamn that boy’s talented, Kerry was so right! She thought, tonight is going to be REAL pleasurable!

“Well that hit the spot, you’ve got skills…What shall we do next?”

“I want to see you,” Ki said licking her taste from his lips

“I’d say you’ve earned a glance.” And the blindfold came off.

4

Ki’s eyes gradually focused to the dim light, and the back of Alice’s beautiful curvy nakedness slowly came into view as she walked away from him stopping at the foot of the bed. She turned to reveal what he had been given to feast on, “You like what you see?” she said, biting her lip in that flirtatious manner that always made his libido stir.

“Oh yeah. You definitely look as good as you taste. “

Alice beamed and stroked her hands down her body as she went to the desk and produced a pair of scissors from the drawer. “I’m going to have a look at what else you’ve got to offer.” She pointed to the bulge that was straining the material tight in his trunks, and proceeded to gracefully walk back to the bed and get on kneeling at his crotch. Sliding the steel up his inner thigh Alice began to carefully snip up the legs of his underwear, cutting them in half and with one forcible tug removed and discarded them.

“Well hello… I’m impressed. ” Ki raised his head to watch as Alice knelt between his legs and stroked down his stiff cock and around his balls. She gave him a wink and gripped the base of his shaft, tilting it up away from his body to better view its upright length. Her eyes stayed fixed with his as she leant over arching her neck back and licked up its length to the tip of his cock.

“You’ve had visions of this haven’t you?” she asked with a smile, thinking back briefly on all the times she had brought herself off to multiple orgasms while picturing tonight’s events with this captive man. With the dreamt image of her actions in her mind for comparison, she sank her mouth over his cock taking it in to the hilt. God damn! His thickness felt good straining in her mouth and throat. Alice gripped it tight with her lips as she slowly withdrew again, releasing the head with a pop. Watching his face, to reap pleasure from his impending reactions, she began masturbating him. Slowly at first, pulling his foreskin back tight with a down stroke, making his cock twitch in her hand. Ki started to moan when the strokes quickened. His hips bucked as Alice alternated between her expert hand technique and firm oral teasing to make his mind swim with pleasure.

Sensing her work was doing its job successfully, Alice stopped teasing her helpless toy, and got up off the bed. “I’m sorry, I was enjoying that so much I got carried away” she chuckled. “We don’t want you to get too excited before I’ve had my full satisfaction from you, do we?”

Ki moaned in protest, his arms and legs straining slightly in their bound state, his cock still twitching from the influence of Alice’s masturbatory persuasion. “I think I’ll let you cool down for a minute… but I will let you watch!” She moved over to a chair near the desk that was facing the bed and sat down. After a quick glance at Ki, she knew he had a clear view of her. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and began to pleasure herself.

Using her fore and third fingers, she eased her lips apart and slid her middle finger up between them, rubbing and flicking her clit before sliding it deep inside herself.

Ki watched intently as she began to alternate between firm finger fucking and clitoral stimulation, over and over, with one then two digits. Alice quickly became aware that her actions, along with their exploits so far, made it very easy for her to get re-worked up and reach climax … and she really wanted to give Ki a show. One complete with heavy breathing, shudders Escort Marmaris and all.. And she was already becoming wet again! So she slowed her tempo and tried to make her mind wander.

5

The bar was quiet for a Thursday. Which was good, Alice thought, it meant her drink with Ki, and the proposition she was going to put to him, could be conducted without shouting over a pub full of noise and bustle. Their last couple of nights out had gone swimmingly, with a satisfying amount of flirting and fun sexual tension from both parties (her initial, less than subtle, let’s-get-it-on chat hadn’t scared him off, quite the reverse in fact). So tonight, she was going to push the envelope…Literally.

Ki was already there, manning what had become “their table”. As she approached, he stood and gave her a friendly hug, while she kissed him on the cheek. After the usual “how’s it going” and “you’re looking good tonight”, to which she jokingly replied “I see you didn’t make an effort”, they played some pool, best of three, and she kicked his ass, two to one (she loved the thought of dominating him, even at pub sports!).

After re-filling at the bar they sat down for a chat. In Alice’s mind it was the perfect time to spring her idea on Ki, but it was he who brought the subject up first. “So, have you and Kerry been plotting any more lately on how to use and abuse me and my so called “filthy mind” then?” He laughed, as for once Alice was taken aback and her face showed it!

“Well that would be telling!” She said with a sly grin. “No. But I have been thinking about you and the info she relayed to me, and I do think I’ve come up with a fun little proposition for you, if that’s your game?”

“Go on then, what have you got in mind?” Ki was VERY curious, and Alice had his full attention.

“Well…I still very much want to explore your talents, and I’m MORE than willing to show you mine, so I have these.” She reached in her bag, removed two matching black envelopes, and laid them on the table. “Inside of both is a piece of paper. One has your name on it and one has mine. Whosever name you pick has the opportunity to organize a private night, just the two of us, and be totally in charge of the proceedings. Also, with the other person’s consent, they’ll be able to do whatever they want with and to them. Of course, I’m talking about sex. So no taking me out just for a meal and a pint!” she said, laughing before taking a huge gulp of her drink and waiting for a response from Ki, who looked at her thoughtfully albeit with a slightly wicked smile.

“If I pick my name, doesn’t that mean you’ll lose out on whatever you’ve obviously been planning to do to me, though?”

“Ah! I’m glad you asked, because its win-win. We both get a turn anyway, it’s just a matter of who goes first! It also gives security, because I wouldn’t want to do anything horrific to you knowing full well that you’d be the one in charge next and have the opportunity to get me back as it were. We can also have a safety word, so we can stop something were not comfy with, without offending the other!” She looked at him, beaming and smug “Well?”

Ki chortled and shook his head, “I see you’ve thought of everything…let me get us another drink while I think about it.” With that, he kissed her on the cheek and went to the bar.

Alice sat staring at Ki trying to read him, to get an inkling of what he may be thinking. Well that was definitely a balls out moment. I bet he’s loving the tension of keeping me waiting, she thought as she watched him return. But all he did was set the drinks down, glancing at her briefly, and give her an innocent smile.

The silence between them was deafening as they looked at each other. Alice’s expression of nervous anticipation was met by the blank gaze of Ki, who after a few moments burst forth with a huge smile and hearty laugh. “I’m in! Sorry, I couldn’t resist keeping you hanging, especially after all the plotting between you and Kerry, now we’re even!”

The relief of Alice’s plan not blowing up in her face was almost overwhelming and she punched him in the arm and grinned “you shit! I thought you were about to tell me to fuck off, and not want to see me again, you sly git!”

“What! And spoil what we’ve got going, not a chance. C’mon let’s see these envelopes then.” Ki picked them off the table and shuffled them in his hands. He kept one and placed the other back down. Opening the envelope in his hand, and looking inside, he chuckled, “Nice one… Well sweetheart, you win. You’re in charge first, what happens now?”

“We pick two dates, say this Saturday and next if that’s ok with you?” He nodded in agreement. “Good. That’ll give us the Sundays to relax after. We’ll send instructions to each other’s phone: time, place, etc. And then we have some fun! And just to show you I didn’t cheat, I’ll open the other envelope.” As was her word, she removed a piece of paper with Ki’s name on it.

“What’s the safety word gonna be? I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need it!” he said slyly and sipped his pint.

“That’s easy!” Alice chortled, “Kerry!”

Ki laughed and choked into his drink, covering his own face in beer. “Fair enough…very poignant!” he replied in a fit of giggles and wiped the frothing mess off himself with a sleeve.

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Chapter 13: Conquering The Flesh

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I wish I could say I stayed away from Bobbie but her huge tits were too much for me to ignore. Them and her obvious availability.

I still harbored resentment for her treatment of me the night before my wedding but when she gave me daily glimpses of her cornucopian body, I decided to have her. But to have her my way.

She caught me on our third morning at her place. She had the day off. Mae was at work.

I stepped out of the bathroom after showering, a towel wrapped around my waist. Bobbie was lying on the pullout couch Mae and I were using. She was naked. She held her mammoth coral tipped breasts in her hands. Her huge body spread over the mattress.

“Remember these, Danny,” she said, almost tauntingly. “Remember Mommies’ titties.”

I had been thinking about Bea in the shower so my dick was half hard. Maybe my sweet feelings for my mother-in-law made me react the way I did. I whipped off the towel and walked up to Bobbie.

“Sit up,” I said.

She did. Peter-one had told me once she really didn’t care for cock sucking and I took advantage of my knowledge.

“Open your mouth,” I said.

She reached out to stroke my cock. I pulled away.

“No hand jobs this time, Bobbie,” I said. “Open up.”

She opened her mouth and I shoved my prick between her lips. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth until I was hard as a rock. Then I pulled out. I pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her thighs. She was soaked. I tongued her clit then stuck my tongue in her cunt.

“Oh, yes, baby,” Bobbie said. “Suck me.”

Just as I suspected, her smell was completely normal if strong and musky. Through years of research, I had come to believe the reason she smelled so bad that night long ago was because she had her period. I licked voraciously and she pulled my face into her. Her voice was ragged as she begged me not to stop. “Suck my cunt. Suck my cunt.”

I had no intention of stopping. Instead, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it hard. I thrust two fingers in her pussy and fucked them in and out. She came hard, lifting her great buttocks off the mattress and bellowing loudly above my bead.

I stood up and took my place between her thighs. She couldn’t speak, her eyes were staring frantically at me. I simply inserted my cockhead in her tight hole and slammed home. Her eyes bugged out as my length stretched her famous tight twat. I fucked her relentlessly, showing no mercy for her small size.

When I was ready to come, I pulled out and shot my wad all over her big jugs. The thick cream saturated her white nipples as I stroked my meat dry.

“You’ve learned some new tricks, Danny,” she said.

I lit a cigarette and I watched as she licked my come off her heavy breasts.

“You like to be in control, don’t you, Bobbie?”

She looked up at me, unsure where I was going.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s best for me.”

“And you don’t like to suck dick? Peter told me that.”

“No, I don’t really. I like the taste of come but I can’t stand it spurting in my mouth. And most cocks are too big.”

I stubbed out my smoke.

“Listen,” I said. “We can get together once in a while. But there are two conditions. Number one–I’m in control. Number two–You suck my cock. And know this–I want you to suck my cock because you don’t like to. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said quietly. Her nipple was erect.

“And if you do suck my cock until I come down your throat, I’ll lick your pussy dry,” I said.

Her hand flew between her legs. She nodded.

“Why don’t you go take a shower?” I said.

She lifted her massive frame off the bed. As she passed by me, she stopped to tentatively touch my limp cock.

“Now?” she asked.

“Later,” I said.

She went into the bathroom.

I think I was so mean to Bobbie because of my confused feelings for Bea. I missed her terribly and I had so much pent-up sexual energy, I needed a place to vent it. But I was done playing the one being controlled. If I couldn’t have the cooperation I’d achieved with Bea, I was going to call the shots.

Bobbie became a kind of confessor for me. She knew of a number of my conquests. She knew about Mel, though not about the time in the closet. She knew about Val and Darlene. And about Liz. I was surprised she hadn’t heard about Charlotte since they were sometime lovers. She, of course, didn’t know about Vera or Bea.

Many times as I fucked her tits, now using mine and Bea’s baby oil trick on those gargantuan things, she would question me about my ladies.

“Who’s the best cocksucker?”

“Easy, Valerie.”

“Why?”

“Because she likes it.”

“Who had the best body?”

Bea came to mind but I couldn “Why?”

“She was perfect. That’s all I can say.”

“What was kinkier? Val and Darlene? Or Charlotte the harlot?”

She didn’t know about Kütahya Escort Robert. “I think you know the answer to that.”

“Charlotte and her toys. Did you piss on her?”

“Yeah.”

“Kinky bitch. Who was the first?”

“Her name was Vera.” And I told her a bit about my initiation into the world of sex.

“Was she the best butt fuck? That woman, Vera?”

“Nope.”

“Who?”

“Melissa.”

“You’re getting really hard.”

“It was really good.”

“Were you in love with any of them?”

“I think so.”

“All of them.”

“No.”

“Val?”

“No.”

“Darlene?”

“No.”

“Lizzie?”

“She was sweet.” “Melissa?”

“Maybe.” “Me?”

“No, you pissed me off too much.”

Bobbie giggled. “Vera, the older woman?”

“Yes.”

“Who was the best all round lover?”

“My mother-in-law.”

“Oh, my god. Danny, you didn’t?”

“She’s the best.”

“What about me? What am I the best at?”

That’s when I came as I fucked her pendulous tits. My come splashing all over her chin. I shoved my spurting prick in her mouth and fucked her lips till I was dry.

When I finally pulled out, she said, “Oh, I see. Oh well, boys will be boys. Big tits for all of you.”

I slid down to tongue her clit.

“I can’t believe you fucked her mother. Danny, you’re a match for me.”

She kept talking until my tongue lashed her to orgasm. Then her words turned to screams.

Bobbie would also regale me with stories of her exploits while I ate her pussy. As I suspected, she had been with nearly everyone I knew. Most of her male professors, as well. She told me she rarely let someone fuck her however. She used her hand jobs and titties to keep her men happy.

She was in love with Peter-one but knew it would never work. He was the only guy she truely tried to please. Doing anything he wanted. His seven inch slender prick was perfect for her small pussy. But he treated her badly. Indeed, once after they had a quickie in the study room of the dorm, he had left her there asleep with her huge tits exposed. He had just gone to his room as she slept on the couch until a custodian walked in in the morning.

Peter-two had the smallest cock she’d ever seen. It didn’t matter because he came when she undid her bra.

The biggest dick–I was number two–belonged to the Big Professor, of course. A big country man of about fifty who taught history. He had a great shock of white hair and was a well rumored cocksman.

Bobbie had pursued him and eventually caught him in his office after a class. She had made up a story about needing extra credit. Then when the door was closed, she just exposed her abundant breasts and he was instantly hard. Bobbie undid his pants and when his monster sprang forth, she was nervous for the first time in her life.

It was twelve inches long and as big around as a coke bottle with a humungous purple head as big as an apple. That was when Bobbie developed her exquisite hand job technique. She stroked him to orgasm as he sucked on her big tits. His come drenched her belly like a pint of heavy cream.

The professor insisted on fucking her and she let him put his somewhat smaller limp dick in her tight twat. He fucked her with the thick hose and she came as his prick stiffened and lengthened in her pussy. When he was fully erect he fucked her with the half of his prick he could get in her tight hole until he came for the second time. She said his apple sized cockhead felt like a fist opening when it shot off inside her.

When she told me this I became so hard I stopped licking her and shoved my prick in her cunt so hard we both came. It was the only time I ever came in Bobbie’s cunt. I insisted on shooting down her throat no matter how we were getting off. She hated it, but accepted the condition.

My favorite position with this big girl became 69 with her on top. I loved the weight of her heavy breasts on my chest as I sucked her cunt and she deep throated my cock. I could squeeze her hard nipples as I probed her vagina with my tongue. When Bobbie really had me down her throat she would lift off my chest and her great udders would hang down. I would slap them hard or slide down and bury my face in them while I held her blond head on my cock as I shot down her throat.

The only time she refused me was when I wanted to fuck her asshole. She told me she was saving it for Peter-one. I made her pay by forcing her to lick my asshole clean and then suck me off on her knees while I stood before her. I made her do this for an entire day. Anytime I got a hard-on, I would just nod for her to get on her knees. Near the end of the day, I was basically fucking her shit filled mouth while I held her head. The last time we did it in the toilet while Mae watched TV in the other room.

This day, though enjoyable, started an idea percolating in my mind. I telephoned Peter-one and had little trouble convincing him to join Bobbie and I for a day of fun. I even offered to pay for half of his Kütahya Escort Bayan bus ticket. When I told Bobbie that Peter was coming to see us, she was elated. Her face lit up with joy. When I told her what she’d have to do, she was a little in awe–but she didn’t say no.

Peter arrived on the appointed day and I greeted him at the door. I think he had a pretty good idea what he was there for. Especially since, over my shoulder, he could see Bobbie sprawled on the opened couch in all her naked glory.

He grinned and gave me a wink. “Thanks for the invite, buddy,” he said, as he moved past me quickly. You couldn’t blame him. The big girl looked luscious laying there.

Peter went to the bed and bent to kiss Bobbie’s beautiful pale lips. As the two of us had earlier planned, her hands went immediately for his pants and in a fraction of a moment she had his growing tool in her mouth. Peter’s cock was as slender as Bobbie had described but she had neglected to mention the large cockhead, shaped like a bullet and dark purple. She was noisily sucking on said knob, while Peter stripped off his shirt and I shucked my bathrobe.

I moved over to get a better view of the action as Bobbie deep-throated Peter’s seven incher.

He put his hands on her blond head and held her there. “Looks like you’ve taught her some new tricks, Danny.”

“She’s been a pretty willing student, Peter,” I replied. I brushed my hard cock against Bobbie’s cheek and she removed her mouth from Peter’s dick and clamped it on my big head. She continued to stroke Peter’s meat as only she knew how to do, while she sucked me.

After a few minutes of this glorious action, I murmured to Bobbie, “Bobbie, I think it’s time.”

She smiled into my cock and took her mouth from my meat. Then she fed Peter’s penis into her mouth until she had her lips around the base. His cock head was fixed in the back of her throat. Then she planted her hands on his skinny ass and began to pump him in and out of her mouth. Her masterful cock sucking would have done Melissa or Valerie proud.

After a very short time, Peter was rolling his head back and saying, “Oh, shit. You are the best, Bobbie.”

That’s when I touched her head and said, “Bobbie, stop.”

Peter looked at me like I was crazy, but I simply winked at him. Bobbie stopped and took his prick out of her mouth, she held it lovingly, occasionally caressing her lips with the big nub of a head.

“Bobbie, don’t you have something to say to Peter,” I urged. We had worked it all out in advance.

She took a breath and her huge chest rose and fell with the air. She looked delicious in the magnitude of her flesh as she sat before us.

After a moment, she said, humbly, as I had instructed her, “Peter, I’d really love to suck you dry and let your come cover my tongue. But what I really need is to have you take this big hard cock and fuck me in the ass.”

Peter let out a breath and his eyes began to shine. He was totally willing to comply with her request.

Bobbie lay on her back. I had told her that would probably be the easiest for the first time. She drew her big haunches up and revealed the bud of her asshole. I had instructed her to insert things in it for a few days previously to let it open up. But the bud was puckered, probably with her excitement and I knew she’d need a hand.

I gave Peter a tube of K-Y and told him to lube up. Then I knelt before Bobbie’s groin and pushed her legs further apart. I licked her clit and stuck my tongue in her canal then I moved down over the perineum and licked at her asshole. She moaned appreciatively at the clit but shuddered as I slid my tongue into her puckered spot. I fucked her ass with my tongue for a short time then got a blob of K-Y and applied it to her softened flesh.

I drew back and announced, “I think were ready.”

As Peter moved to his place between Bobbie’s legs, I moved around to offer my stiff prick to her mouth. She accepted me greedily but kept a wary eye toward her crotch. I, on the other hand, had a perfect view and was thrilled when Peter stuck the big head of his weapon in her cunt before taking it out and placing it at her backdoor. He rubbed it up and down a few times, then slowly inserted the tip. Bobbie tensed and stopped sucking me. But Peter had obviously done this before and withdrew. I motioned for Bobbie to continue her blowjob. Her big body was shaking.

Peter reinserted his penis and pushed the huge head in her rectum. Then he pulled almost out and pushed it back in, gaining further purchase.

“Oh, my,” Bobbie moaned around my cock. I thought she should be able to talk freely and told her to cup her big tits for me so I could fuck them. She did and I straddled her head and drove my prick into her glorious flesh positioning my balls above her waiting mouth. I fucked her tits and she licked and sucked my testicles as Peter pushed his slender cock further into her ass.

Every inch that went in caused her to say, “Oh, my god. Oh. My god,” until he was through Escort Kütahya that little ring of flesh and then she was saying, “Oh, yeah, that’s it. You got it. You’re there, baby. Fuck me.”

And we both did. I pumped her breasts as I watched Peter screw her virgin butt hole. He slammed home every time forcing her great girth to wobble and bounce and jiggle. I dug my fingers into her snatch and found her clit which I fingered above the pounding cock in her ass. She sucked my balls into her mouth and soon she was coming, shaking the entire bed. Her orgasm threw Peter into his and he groaned deeply as he came in her bunghole. This sent me over and though my first spurt of semen landed on her big belly, I moved back and deposited most of it in her mouth. She sucked me dry and replaced my hand with her own on her clit, frigging herself to another climax.

Peter watched her take my come in her mouth and swallow and shook his head in amazement. “Shit, Danny. You’ve taught the teacher.”

“You think so. Bring your shit streaked pecker up here and see what she can do.”

He did and Bobbie took him, more lovingly than myself, I thought, into her mouth. She gently washed his cock and balls with her tongue until he was clean and limp in her mouth.

Watching this had given my cock new life though and I moved around to between her mammoth thighs. I put the head of my dick at the entrance to her vagina and, finding it well wet and oiled, shoved my prick into her. I fucked her slowly to orgasm as Peter’s prick grew again in her mouth. She screamed her coming around the cock meat. Then I withdrew and put a blob of K-Y on the head of my dick.

I placed the knob at the entrance of her asshole.

“Danny,” she said. This was a change in the plans. She had agreed to let me fuck her ass after Peter was gone but I wanted it now.

I bounced the head of my dick off the slack opening. I looked at Peter who didn’t seem to have a problem.

Bobbie said, “Danny, you promised. This was for me and Peter. You said you’d wait.”

A light went on behind Peter’s eyes. He touched the side of her head, brushing her hair. “It’s all right, babe. I don’t mind.”

Bobbie looked up at him like she wished he did mind. I was about to pull away when she said, “But it’s so big.”

Peter continued to stroke her hair and said, “It’s okay, doll. It’s not even as tight as your pussy in there.”

Bobbie looked at me and gave a slight nod.

I married the big head of my cock to the small hole that was her asshole. Then, I knew what I really wanted. I had her turn over and get on her hands and knees. The tips of her tits brushed against the mattress. I wanted her big expanse of buttocks spread before me as I fucked her butt.

Peter took his place before her and she gobbled his rawboned dick. I squeezed her ass cheeks and parted them, notching my prick into the mouth of her rectum. I wasn’t as gentle as Peter had been as I began pumping my cock into her. And I took great delight in making her ass shake as I pounded her. Peter was right–her anus was less tight than her impossibly tight twat and easily accepted my huge tool. Before long, Bobbie was pushing back on it as I pushed forward. I reached down to cup one of her huge tits and found Peter’s hand there. We laughed and I reached over to grab the other one.

Then I raised Bobbie off the bed so her back was flat against my chest. I couldn’t move much in her ass but that was not what I was interested in at the moment. I rested my chin on her shoulder and spoke into her ear. “Suck his cock, Bobbie. Suck him good. That’s it. Show me that big cockhead. Lick it, sweetie.”

My hands came around her prodigious back and held her massive breasts. I kneaded and squeezed the white nipples. I continued in her ear. “Now, take that prick to the back of your throat. Show him you can do it, Bobbie.”

I watched, inches away, as she devoured his sword. She groaned as the meat passed through her lips. Then her mouth came off the dick and she licked a drop of pre-come for the tip. Peter’s cockhead was expanding and pulsing before her tongue.

Then, Bobbie surprised all of us, maybe even herself, by saying, “Oh, what the fuck. I might as well see what all the fuss is about. I may not get another chance. Get under me, Peter. Fuck my pussy while Danny reams my ass.”

With barely a glance between us, Peter squirreled under the big woman and slipped his cock in her open cunt. I could feel the big cock head slide along the thin membrane that separated us, down the length of my prick until it hit home deep in her canal.

Bobbie moaned how good it was and kissed Peter’s mouth like lovers do, tonguing him deeply. Then she turned her chubby face around and offered me a similar sweet kiss. When our lips parted, she held herself above Peter’s slight frame and brought a huge tit to her mouth, and said, “C’mon, boys, fuck me. Fuck Momma’s tight ass and tighter pussy. Do it to me, boys! Fuck me good and hard.”

Then she chomped down hard on her nipple. And we were off. Peter suckled on the remaining tit and lifted his ass as much as he could to fuck in and out of her cunt. I found purchase with my feet flat on the mattress and squatting behind her, I held onto her big chunks of ass meat, and drew my big prick in and out of her ass as hard as I could.

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