Jim’s Grades

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Sincere thanks for the mostly-nice compliments I recieived on “Jim’s Education”. I hope you’ll enjoy this sequel and once again, it’s dedicated to Rachel and Katherine, who inspired the original. Enjoy.


“Well, that’s just fucking great! ” Jerry snarled as he slammed down the phone. He looked over at his best friend Jim, who was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer.

Jim looked over at his pal, concern showing for his best friend. “What’s up, buddy?” he asked as she came up behind him and handed him a beer, punching him on the arm.

Jerry sighed. “The model I booked for today’s filming got the flu and can’t make it. I have to finish it today and send it in for editing tomorrow and I’m royally fucked!” Jerry had recently graduated college and started his dream career as an Erotic Photographer. The boys had met years earlier in Cadets and had been fast friends ever since.

“Well, you haven’t been lately, that’s for sure!” Jim chuckled. Despite his frustration, Jerry laughed with her. He confided to Jim earlier on that his love-life had suffered greatly, he was far too busy taking pictures to find himself a playmate — and Jim told him flat-out that he should ask a few of the models for a little “play”.

“You don’t have to be a sleaze about it buddy, but if a girl shows a bit of interest — ” Jim chuckled.

“Gotta concentrate on work buddy, at least for now — Jeezus, how the HELL am I going to fix this?”

Jim sighed and sat back on the plush leather sofa. Jerry was a great guy, but his principles were a bit too puritanical. If the girl was up for it, why the hell not? Jim looked over at Jerry. “What kind of film were you doing this month?”

Jerry had been into photography when they first met, his original goal was to go into the advertising world. Jerry had tried it for a while, but it made him terribly unhappy. He’d slowly transitioned back over to the Erotic Photography, which had been his passion. He loved every moment of that, but recently Jerry was also making his way towards sensual, fetish-style films as well, in the Andrew Blake tradition.

“Leg fetish bud — you know, boots, stockings with garters, sandals, stilettos … “

“Uh-huh, got it.” Jim had an inspired idea, he asked Jerry for the use of the phone and made a call. He came back with a large grin on his face — he was about to solve both of his friend’s problems. “Well Jer, problem solved — I got two models for you to chose from. That okay?”

Jerry looked over at his best friend, who had an odd twinkle in his eye. Jim was up to something, but he had no idea what . He’d photographed models with Jim watching numerous times, most of them were cool with it. He’d even filmed Jim fucking a few of the models a time or two, his younger pal did great with the ladies. Jim had copies of each film, as did the lady he fucked. Once, on a lark, he’d filmed Jim making out with his sister-in-law. Jerry’s brother was a slug in bed, according to Connie, his sister-in-law. Connie had tried putting the moves on Jerry, but Jerry was afraid that his jock brother would beat the shit out of him. Jerry knew that Jim could take Randy in a fight, he was at least 25 pounds heavier and in far better shape.

He often thought that Connie should pose professionally and told her so. Why not? She had the face, legs and body for it, with those perfect cupcake tits and those long, slinky stems of hers that, that long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. It would give her the money to do whatever she wanted, including divorce his jerk-of-a-brother, if she so chose.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Jerry said to Jim “You sure they’ll really want to do this?”

Jim nodded with full confidence — the idea of seeing the ladies posing and being photographed in sexy lingerie and shoes turned him on, knowing that men — and some women — would be fantasizing about sleeping with them made him even hotter. Let them fantasize, he chuckled.

The friends went upstairs to Jerry’s loft / studio to set up the lighting and they also readied the film equipment. When the buzzer rang, despite his confidence, Jim’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t wait for Jerry to see his “surprise”. There was a knock on the door a few minutes letter, and Colette and Kobe entered the room, to a wide-eyed Jerry’s shock.

“What do you think, big fella?” the lovely Asian teased the young man, opening her trenchcoat to show that she was wearing a black satin bustier, with garters attached to black-silk, rhinestone-seamed stockings. She wore a pair of black stilettos with the silver tip she’d bought just for this filming, they fit her perfectly. No panties — her pussy was on full view.

“M-miss … ” Jerry stammered at his former teacher.

As for Colette, the blonde had tousled her hair a bit, giving her a wild look that was also mirrored in her eyes. Jim thought if Jerry — and the film’s viewers — didn’t find Escort Bayan his mother sexy, they were blind. She was all in black leather, an outfit that crisscrossed her body in small straps, with silver chains and high black boots, she looked like a high-class whore.

“Jeez Jimbo — your Mom and Miss …?”

Colette and Kobe didn’t let Jerry finish the sentence. “Yes Jerry … his mother and his lover …”

” Lovers cher … ” Colette corrected Kobe.

Jerry was shocked at Colette’s confession, he looked over at the red-faced Jim, who nodded. Colette and Kobe weren’t too worried, Jim had assured them Jim could be trusted and besides, he no longer went to the school at which they taught.

Jerry adjusted the lighting and began to contemplate how he wanted them to pose and to move. They were both spectacular beauties, he’d be a fool to pass up an opportunity to film such devastatingly lovely women. Colette moved like a model, she was sensual and graceful. Kobe’s coppery skin had taken on a sensual glow in the lighting, it was very sexy. She tossed her head from side to side, she sat and posed on a settee, crossing and uncrossing her long legs, letting one stiletto dangle precariously from one foot as she teased the camera. She was a natural model, but Colette moved around her, her nearby presence making it even more sensual. It was a “what’s going to happen next” moment.

Jim knew that Jerry had to be getting turned on by both his lovers, Colette and Kobe were the kind of women that could turn on a statue. Colette caught his eye and winked — this would be her first experience with another man in a long time, since taking her big-cocked son into her bed. She wondered if Jim would be jealous watching her fuck another man — then realized this would be another lesson of love for him. If he could understand that fucking another man was an expression of lust , not love – it would mean he’d grown as a man. Besides, she knew Kobe would keep him occupied when necessary.

Colette moved and posed on the nearby bed, running her perfectly-manicured fingers up and down her sleek, well-defined legs. Colette played a lot of sports, like tennis, she swam, her legs were evidence of that. She pulled the leather outfit aside and exposed her perfect breasts with coral-pink nipples that she teased with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers were stroking the pink lips of her pussy and she was moaning softly. Jerry was puzzled, this wasn’t in the plan, Colette was getting turned on. He looked over at Jim, who gave him a “thumb’s up” and smiled.

“What are you waiting for cher , an engraved invitation?” Colette purred huskily from the bed, watching as her dearest friend undressed her son. Jerry felt his own temperature soaring, despite professional reserve, he wasn’t enough of an idiot to turn down an opportunity such as this one.

Colette reached for the baby oil at the side of the bed and coated her now-naked legs and body with it, she now glistened with an erotic sheen. It had been a long time since she’d had any man other than Jim, she was near-panting with desire.

Jerry watched, stupefied, while Colette put on a show solely for his benefit. She wriggled her feet, she posed herself with legs extended, she squeezed and manipulated her tits — then when Jerry thought he couldn’t stand anymore, she crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to finally join her on the bed. He realized he’d left the camera running and ran to turn it off, nearly tripping over Kobe and Jim who were now fucking quietly on the floor. He gave it no thought, running to join his soon-to-be lover.

“Enjoy the show, mon vieux ?” Colette purred as she began unwrapping her son’s friend.

“Christ Colette, you have to ask?” he said as he hurriedly helped his best friend’s mother get him naked. A part of him knew he should question this, a part of him simply didn’t give a fuck . He crawled between her silk-spun legs and buried his face in her musky pussy and felt her legs wrap around his head and hold him in place. He had no issues with that — he loved having Colette’s sexy, smooth legs locked around his ears as he ate her cunt with a ferocious hunger.

Colette was squealing and thrashing about as her newest lover tongue-fucked her horny little snatch. She loved, loved, LOVED oral sex and Jerry was damned good at it — she’d give him a close third, behind Kobe and Jim. Jerry just went with his instincts, which were serving him well. Colette was glad that Jim had helped her shave her legs yesterday — one of his new little fetishes — as she wouldn’t have wanted her stubbly legs rubbing against Jerry’s face.

“Mmmfff” was all Colette could hear, so she let him up.


“I said get up on your hands and knees, you fuckable slut …” Jerry said, gaining more confidence by the minute ” … I want to fuck you the way a sexy blonde bitch should be fucked!” The silver tips Bayan escort of her stiletto heels caught the lights nicely, it was a sexy little precursor of what was next. Jerry slid into her cunt, rock-hard, eating her out never failed to arouse him. Colette had the sweetest snatch he’d ever known, and he’d known more than his share.

While his mother was getting her first non-Jim fuck in quite a while, Jim was far from idle. Kobe had slithered out of her outfit and was top-riding him, wrenching her body to and fro in a frenetic motion, reminding him that while she might be his # 2 lover, she was far from second best. “God lover, you’ve got a wonderful big cock, and you’re getting so much better !” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck me baby, give me that wonderful COCK!”

Jerry was concentrating hard on not cumming, for Colette also gave great head, she had bee-stung lips that were perfect for sucking cock. Jerry hadn’t needed any preliminaries, he’d been smoldering since the moment Colette and Kobe had walked into his studio. He pumped deep into his lover’s horny cunt and began fucking her in earnest, thrustthrustthrust, fuckfuckfuck …..

“Oh yeah, oui, oh merde , fuck it baby, give me that dick!” Colette yelped as he filled her full of meaty cock. She was on the precipice when she pulled one of her naughty little tricks — she moved away, flipped over on her back and spread her legs wide open ….

“I love to look at my lovers when they’re fucking me Jerry — seeing their eyes full of lust for my horny, wet cunt, it makes me all wet. Fuck me baby, fuck your best friend’s slut maman !” Jim looked over at his mother who blew him a kiss — he knew no matter who she fucked, she’d always consider him her Number One lover — she was training him to cater to all her sexual quirks.

Colette’s heel-clad legs wrapped around her young stud’s back and drummed upon it as he fucked her, hard and deep, hitting bottom and hearing her “UhUhUh” as he pounded her the way she liked. Colette was a perfect lover for the sex-deprived young man, she could take whatever he dished out. He hadn’t had his lusts slaked for a long time and he was really putting it to the sexy French blonde, but she was giving it all back while her other two lovers fucked nearby, their wails of lust added to her own. After a long while of intense fucking, Colette let herself go and came with a loud Banshee-wail, which was Jerry’s signal to join her in orgasm. As if on cue, Kobe and Jim followed suit.

Once they had all finished fucking — a few hours later, as Kobe insisted on sampling Jerry’s talents — then they tried a daisy chain — it was time for Jerry to take the pictures. Sensitive to the two women’s good standing in the community, he disguised them with wigs and sexy makeup, then filmed them posing, licking and playing with sexy toys. Jim could tell that his mother and their lover had at least another orgasm while making the film. The women wrested a promise from Jerry that he would send them a copy of the film — unedited, Colette insisted – “we want to see it all cher!” she teased, licking his earlobe.

Jerry began putting the camera equipment away and tidying up, Colette and Kobe went into the next room to change back into their street clothes. Jerry must have thanked Jim a dozen times for the tremendous favor.

When they got home later on, Jim was still horny, but Colette had to make dinner for them. Kobe had no problem in taking her young lover upstairs and giving him another round of fucking, the beautiful woman was, in so many words, a raving nymphomaniac.

As he stroked her golden body and toyed with her dark nipples, Jim asked her “So darlin’, how’d you become such a perverted nympho slut anyway?” She giggled and started her story ….

Kobe had done it. She was scared to death, nervous and unsure, but the beautiful 18-year old Japanese girl had done it. She had moved out on her own, she told Jim, after living most of her life in her parent’s traditional Japanese household in San Francisco. Doing what she was told, being the obedient child, honoring their values. She had hated practically every minute of it. For most of her life, she had hated it. Kobe loved her parents more, so she’d capitulated, for their sakes, but ….

One month, Kobe decided to defy conventionality. Defy every stupid old-time tradition she’d grown up with and despised. Kobe packed up her things and moved to New York, ostensibly to go to teacher’s college, but also to get herself another kind of “education”. Kobe had a makeover, she’d gotten a whole new wardrobe, short skirts, high heels, “fuck me” boots and thongs, and lots of lovely, decadent delicious lingerie. She’d gotten a job — sort of , she told Jim.

Kobe’s body tingled and she was becoming aroused as she remembered her new “job”. She’d become the mistress / plaything for a very sexy couple in their mid-30s, Roger and Laura.

Every Escort time she thought of Roger, Kobe got wet. She still kept in touch with Roger and his lovely wife and saw them a few times a year. The chemistry was still there . And why not ?

Roger was a tall, very good-looking in a sinister way, banker. Laura was his slinky, delectable blonde wife, a model who knew her way around a woman’s body — she had been Kobe’s first woman and known just what to do to wrest a series of orgasms from the Japanese beauty.

They had picked her up in a bar, the very first time that Kobe went out for a drink — fake ID and all — they saw the exotic beauty and both wanted her desperately. Roger and Laura began plying her with Mimosas and compliments. She hadn’t made a lot of friends at college yet, as she had been sheltered by her family for a number of years. Lonely in her new town, Kobe had allowed herself to go back to their loft and throwing caution to the wind, she let Roger undress her, bury his sandy-blonde head between her thighs and eat her cunt while Laura watched and masturbated. Roger had been the best muff-muncher she’d ever had, not that she’d had any at that point — her ultra-strict parents had made sure of that.

Next, Roger flipped Kobe over and began fucking her doggie style, his hands holding her hips steady, Laura slid out of the slinky silver lame gown she was wearing, buck-naked underneath. Her pussy was shaven and intimately sexy, Kobe decided she’d try that in the future. When Laura moved closer to Kobe, she ran her fingers through the girl’s jet-black hair and asked “Want to try eating my pussy, pretty baby?”

Kobe nodded. She DID want to try it, but was nervous. Luckily, Laura was a patient and excellent teacher — actually, both of the couple were excellent teachers. While she was telling the story to Jim, Kobe recalled that she swiftly learned Roger was the second best muff-muncher, as Laura was incomparable. Only Colette now surpassed her, but that was from near-daily practice.

Kobe had learned to love eating cunt and being fucked, soon, she could take Roger in any orifice he deigned to put his cock. She certainly knew how to give pleasure to a woman, Laura’s loud howls and purrs of pleasure were evidence of that. Kobe offered the couple so much pleasure, that Roger and Laura asked her to make the threesome permanent. “We’ll make it worth your while, darling!” Laura purred from between Kobe’s thighs, while Roger’s cock was fucking her from behind.

“I was free to find or fuck others — but I rarely needed to!” Kobe told Jim as she snuggled close. “They kept me well-clothed, well-fed and very, very well-fucked!” she said as Jim lazily stroked her pussy. Once again, Kobe’s mind drifted back in time …

Roger’s hands came up behind her and cupped her smooth, round tits, pinching nipples through her tight-fitting blouse. “Ready to go home, you Asian angel?” he purred in her ear.

“Where’s Laura?” Kobe asked, squirming a bit on the barstool, but not totally turned off by being a bit of an exhibitionist. It was so far removed from her previous upbringing, so decadent and forbidden!

“Right here!” Laura pranced towards them, with another, more-tiny Japanese girl in tow. “This is Mariko, she’d like to play with us tonight!” The girl looked at the trio with newfound lust, Kobe remembered that look — she’d seen it in her own eyes just months ago.

“Hello” Mariko said in a voice so soft it was like the chiming of bells. She was in a tiny pair of white shorts and a matching halter, tummy bare, a little silver bell hanging from her navel. She had on white GoGo boots, the perfect word for her was “Yummy” Her dark eyes were alive with promise and the pixie-cut she wore made you just want to eat her alive — and Kobe knew they WOULD.

Kobe took the younger girl under her wing and as they climbed the stairs to their loft, she couldn’t resist the urge to pinch Mariko’s wiggly little butt. The girl squealed and turned to Kobe. “You’re naughty!” she giggled. “I LIKE naughty!”

“Oh, then you’re going to LOVE us!” Laura chimed in.

“For sure!” Kobe echoed.

Once the quartet got through the door, there were few preliminaries. Laura shrugged out of her leather mini and that silver top she liked so much, Roger insisted Kobe undress him. Then the trio turned their lewd attentions on Mariko, the girls undressing her from the top, kissing nipples and necks and blowing soft gusts of breath in her ears. Roger got the bottom, removing her boots and nibbling a few toes, then up her legs, pulling off her shorts and a cute pink thong until she was naked. On a whim, he picked her tiny frame up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, his wife and their mistress following behind.

Roger instructed Kobe to eat the new playmate’s tiny pussy while he screwed his wife beside them, putting on a hot show. Kobe’s skill with pussy was a marvel, she realized she’d come so far in so short a time. Mariko writhed in pleasure, then Roger moved Kobe aside gently and slid his cock deep within Mariko’s tight cunt, while Laura moved over her face, Kobe licking her tits, her tummy, anywhere she could kiss.

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The Instructress Ch. 04

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Donna smiled like a lovestruck teenager as Sam arrived for the next lesson. She hadn’t stopped thinking about their night together and beneath her kimono she wore the same blue underwear that she had used to tease him at the hotel.

“Yesterday was fun,” Sam smiled, discretely kissing her cheek.

“I didn’t scare you off?”

“No… but I still can’t escape your scent.”

“Good,” she whispered excitedly, “Now line up!”

The other two students were there again. They were giggling, and evidently hadn’t forgotten how the instructress had made a fool of Sam at the last lesson by tying his elbows together so that he couldn’t stand up.

“Today some techniques for controlling an opponent’s head,” Donna announced.

She beckoned Sam forward, twisted his wrist to bring him to his knees. She then swung one leg over his shoulders and sat down on the back of his neck as if riding a horse.

“Control the head and you control the body,” Donna declared as she gracefully rolled down on to the mat with Sam’s head in tow. She rolled on to her back and then casually back on to her front with Sam’s body forced to follow her every twisting movement.

Sam was now stuck playing the part of the headless man kneeling in deference behind her and as usual, Donna’s hold was incredibly secure. He knew that the other two students were standing above him, he could see their bare feet on the mat, and he was feeling hopeful of his chances with his toned gym physique in his carefully chosen tight black tee shirt.

“Can I try to escape?” he panted

“Sure, honey.”

Sam could hear the women laugh as he propped himself up on his arms and pulled and twisted in the hope of escaping Donna’s thighs. Donna just smiled, and even retied her ponytail, as her hips swayed to counteract his efforts.

Donna was now playing to the crowd as she lay down on her front, pretending to sunbath, and smiling through closed eyes, “Sometime I wish I wasn’t wearing my kimono,” she joked.

“Oh wow,” the students mouthed in unison.

“And if he bores you…” Donna purred as she squeezed her thighs together, ensnaring Sam in potentially fatal folds of white cotton.

“No, please,” Sam croaked as he tapped desperately on the black belt tied loosely around Donna’s hips, “… can’t breathe.”

She let the desperate man squirm for a few more seconds before rolling him over, releasing her grip and striding gracefully on to her bare feet. Sam looked up from all fours to share a smile.

“Wow,” the slimmer of the other two students sighed.

“Anyone can do that with the right technique,” Donna replied, with a tug to retighten her belt, “Want to try while he’s still on the floor?”

Sam was still down on his knees, rolling back his shoulder blades as he recuperated from Donna’s squeeze. Donna looked down with a mischievous smile, waiting to see if he dared challenge her authority. When he didn’t react, Donna took her student’s hand and steadied the woman as she threw a leg around Sam’s neck, her pink gym shorts perched on Sam’s broad shoulders like a saddle.

“Get in tight there,” Donna instructed, “It’s your inner thigh muscles that will constrict the blood.”

The woman crossed her ankles and squeezed, her slim adductor muscles cutting in high up on Sam’s neck. The effect was almost immediate with Sam tapping on the woman’s bare pale thigh.

“Wow!” the woman exclaimed, “Can I try again?”

Her eager thighs squeezed him again, her narrow hip bones and small inner thigh muscles gripping hard around his throat.

“Now take him to the mat,” Donna instructed.

The woman leaned forward and gasped in surprise as Sam’s arms gave way and they both rolled down on to the mat with her pink shorts still tightly embracing his neck.

This time Donna was quick to react, crouching down and tapping the woman’s legs, “Okay, you’ve knocked him out.”

“Oh my god!”

The woman opened her legs a fraction but not enough for Sam’s head to pull free. She lay on the mat, her mouth open as the sleeping man continued to use her slim inner thigh as a pillow.

“So, there you have it,” Donna winked, “You can now escape… or tie him up before he wakes.”

“Oh, can I do that?”

“Not today,” Donna replied quickly, aware of the damage that she had already done to Sam’s male ego.

To make it worse, the pink shorts had surreptitiously tightened again around Sam’s neck, holding their prey in place as Sam regained consciousness. The student seemed to be getting a kick out of Sam’s attractive, but confused brown eyes staring up at her.

“One wrong move from you, Sam” the woman giggled on her power high.

Sam looked up at the young woman in dismay. How the hell had her slender thighs and tiny pink shorts with the showy strapping up the side knocked him out so easily.

“Slim adductor muscles can just catch the blood flow,” Donna smiled sympathetically.

Sam climbed to his knees and when the student didn’t let go, he climbed to his feet, leaving the giggling woman hanging Belek escort upside down from his neck.

“Put her down, Sam?” Donna sighed.

Sam wrapped one arm around her shoulders and one around her legs and caught the woman as she happily dropped down into his embrace.


Sam had worked late, and it was after midnight when he arrived at Donna’s small flat. The storm had soaked his clothes by the time Donna’s sleepy eyes opened the door and led him inside. Almost without a word, she slipped off her robe and slipped back into her warm bed.

“Let me warm you,” Donna mumbled, her blue eyes barely open beneath tangled blonde hair.

Sam stripped off his suit and eagerly climbed under the covers. He tried to kiss her, but Donna pulled her legs up towards her body and guided Sam’s head down beneath the duvet and between her strong inner thighs, “Nuzzle in,” she whispered, guiding his mouth against her underwear by feel alone. Another small adjustment and his nose made her quiver.

She loved the feel of Sam’s breath between her legs, so warm and rhythmic and his touch so comforting. His cold lips were almost kneading against the silky white fabric that pulled tightly around her hips; pretty flowers that were usually kept hidden from the world.

“You’re so cold,” she breathed, closing her thighs around his head. She smiled as the sound of Sam’s breathing changed. Slow deep breaths as he sucked air against her body; her underwear moulding around his features with every breath.

She held Sam’s head tightly between her legs and slowly thrust her hips against his face, “Control the head,” she mouthed to herself, remembering her lesson. With the head trapped, the fight was won. Restricting an opponent’s breath made it impossible for them to fight back. The victim would have to lie still, conserve what little air Donna allowed, and hope like hell for her mercy.

She crossed her ankles and bent knees to seal Sam’s fate. No one had ever escaped her from inside this position. How could anyone compete with her legs with no air and only ever seconds away from her mischievous thighs from putting them to sleep.

But this wasn’t a fight, it wasn’t even about the oral sex, this was Donna holding on to her man. He may well leave at some point, but for now he couldn’t leave her bed.

For Sam, completely enveloped by Donna’s strong warm legs, the world seemed a long way away. Her thighs felt wonderful around his cold head, but the pressure, scent and captivity they inflicted was driving him to the edge of orgasm. He wanted Donna to grab his cock, but even he couldn’t make sense of the words that his crush lips mumbled into Donna’s underwear.

“Meditate Sammy,” Donna called easing the pressure of her thighs against his ears for the briefest moment, “Focus on my movement as I’m going to take away all sound.”

Her thighs gripped more tightly, locking Sam in a dark and silent world. Her core muscles pulsing sending vibrations through her bottom and legs. Sam tried to caress her legs, but Donna’s strong legs quickly disciplined him. Little by little, her thrusting movements slowed as did Sam’s breathing. His seemingly headless body lying peacefully against her.

“Does that feel nice,” Donna mouthed, delighted by Sam’s slow breathing and occasional aroused moan.

Donna had previously taught meditation and she knew it could produce an almost hypnotic state that should not be abused. Okay, maybe just this once. She straightened her legs and flipped instantly into a figure of four hold. She pulled her underwear down and stretched it over Sam’s head so that he was effectively inside her inside out panties with the tight fabric just another barrier to escape. With everything still locked away under the privacy of the duvet, Donna thrust herself against Sam’s face and his ever-loving tongue.

It was an amazing orgasm after which Sam seemed to fall back into his meditation with his lips still on her vagina. Donna peeked under the covers to see Sam still caught up inside her panties and she was just too relaxed to free him.

She reached for the lubricant and then for Sam’s ever hard cock. His narrow waist was beautifully toned and his muscles twitching as she massaged his penis.

The bull like bucking climaxed and then slowed, and Sam lay peacefully moaning into her body. Donna stretched down to unhook her taut used underwear from his head and pull it back on to her hips. She then opened her legs.

“Stay down there,” Donna whispered, unwilling to let Sam move too far from her clit.

She rolled on to her back and pulled her feet closer so that Sam’s head and body was in the ‘V’ shaped gap beneath her legs. His face pushed up against her bottom, and her legs snaked up over his head and chest with one arm caught in between.

“Relax,” she breathed, extending out her legs so that the full weight of her thighs pinned him to the sheets.

“Can you kiss me?” Donna snuggled closer, lovingly nuzzling up against him. She had always been wary of sexual intercourse Belek escort bayan and of men who tried to force it on her and keeping her partner’s lips between her legs felt both intimate and safe.

Sam was sexually and physically exhausted from his insatiable new woman. His arms wrapped lovingly around her body and his eyes started to close.

“Think of this as a low security prison,” Donna breathed.

Sam’s eyes flicked open in surprise, gazing up through the small gap between Donna’s thigh and the sheet.

“Prison with privileges…”

Sam moaned with arousal as Donna’s fingers ensnared his cock.

“But try to escape and I’ll put you straight into Supermax,” Donna moaned as she stroked, “Reverse head scissors. Clamped shut for the night.”

Sam climaxed again.

“Now go to sleep…”


Donna again looked sheepish the next morning. She had vague recollections of Sam’s arrival the night before which seemed to tally with the sleepy man still wrapped up in her thighs. Her panties had somehow managed to enmesh both her hips and Sam’s head and her arousal was infused throughout.

“How did you get in there?” she asked as Sam tried to disentangle his head from Donna’s underwear.

“You certainly warmed me up,” Sam blinked sleepily.

Donna beamed as if that fact justified Sam’s obscenely intimate overnight incarceration, “No, really, how did you get in there?”

Donna’s flowery white underwear was caught around Sam’s neck, with the elasticated material with the pink and purple daisies forcing him up between her round cheeks.

“Did you do this?” he smiled, pulling against her lingerie.

“Not intentionally,” Donna giggled, “I think we’ll have to cut you out!”

“And it the one time your thighs are open, and I could escape.”

“Yes, well you’d better get out soon before I change my mind…”

Donna eased her underwear down off her hips, allowing Sam to emerge from her crack and venture down her thighs. From there she could stretch her panties back over his head to release the gorgeous dazed guy from his incarceration.

Donna sprung to her feet, pirouetted and stretched her arms to the sky, “I must remember that hold.”

“Is it an official hold?” Sam asked, downing the nearby glass of water in one gulp.

Donna was now adjusting her stretchy white panties that were looser than the night before, “It’s doesn’t feel the same without you in here,” she smiled bashfully, “You don’t want to go back in…?”

“Maybe after coffee?”


Saturday morning was still stormy as Donna and Sam ran back from the café. No sooner had Donna closed the front door, she unbuttoned and slipped out of her jeans and boots. She was now dressed only in a black long-sleeved top and black underwear as she led Sam into the small lounge.

A little over excited, she undressed Sam and then pushed him backwards on to her couch, “Sorry, but I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” she hiccupped as she dropped down, sitting sideways on Sam’s face.

She ran her fingers along the join between her tanned thighs and the white sofa. She was just a regular girl sitting on the couch, Sam’s head was so deep in the couch cushions that he didn’t seem to exist, and she almost felt foolish talking in the empty room. She shuffled back slightly so that Sam’s nose gave a lovely tingling sensation between her cheeks and a sliver of air could filter down into his mouth.

Donna’s whole body was tingling, “Wow, the ultimate control,” she breathed with a slow and long exhale.

She straightened her black top and plucked a stray blonde hair from the bulge of her breasts, “Fuck, I feel so powerful,” she mouthed, “Fuck, you’re mine…” She bounced gently on the head that was trapped somewhere deep beneath her in the soft cream couch cushion.

“How does it feel?” she trembled.

Sam moaned incoherently. Donna may have taken control of his body, but not even he had control over his raging erection.

Donna opened her thighs and leaned forward to see the edge of Sam’s face showing slightly beneath her huge thighs. She closed her legs again, placed her hands neatly in her lap and sat up straight. This was the respectable girl her parents always wanted, but hell she was sitting on a man’s face! They said she would scare men away, but Sam’s cock was huge, and he was moaning sweet nothings lovingly into her bottom. Mind you, there was little else he could do.

Donna sighed in satisfaction as she leaned back on her wonderful seat, “No head means no say in what movie we watch,” she teased.

“Movie?” Sam muffled, “How long you sitting here?”

“By bottom is in need of a long lazy day today… and it doesn’t want to move anywhere…”

“Can’t… get… out?” Sam was barely intelligible.

“My butt and gravity?” Donna breathed, “You’re fucked darling.”

Sam blindly reached up to tickle Donna, but she had the advantage of height and sight and quickly dug her fingers into his taut ribs. His body bucked and his slim muscles Escort Belek tensed.

“Hey,” she giggled, “If I close my thighs, you really are finished!”

Sam’s attempts to get out from beneath her continued until she reached for and squeezed his cock. Instantly he stopped fighting and pushed his hips up into her hands. His body was gorgeously slow and gentle and his moans on climax were muffled, but still cute.

“Wow…” Sam was now laughing into her bottom as he tried to stand up.

“No, I’m seriously not getting up,” Donna panted, “I hope you don’t have a problem with that?”

“How long?”

“Most of the morning, I guess.”

A shiver of both excitement and fear ran through Sam’s body. Freeing his head from the soft couch while eighty kilograms of strong athletic female curves sat on his head was impossible and even trying to escape was met with a playful, but firm pinch of his nipples. Donna ignored his cries as she played with his balls before turning her fingers on his rock-hard penis

“Donna, I need some air,” Sam gasped as his sore cock climaxed again.

Donna responded by opening her thighs by an inch until his blinking left eye just showed at the apex of her crotch.

“Truce?” his lips fought to form the single word under the compress of butt.


Another wave of excitement mixed with claustrophobia mixed with arousal overwhelmed Sam and he cried out in confused excitment.

“Control the head,” Donna whispered to herself, a smile on her grinning lips.

“By sitting on it?”

“It works for me…”

“My cock,” Sam moaned, wishing like hell that his erection would subside.


As Donna watched the movie, her body relaxed, and her glutes softened and sunk down to mould even more snuggly around Sam’s face. It was lovely to feel his warm breath and occasional movement and his nose had happily come to rest in a very pleasant place between her cheeks. She had perspired a little and the moisture had helped Sam slide even deeper.

She reached her hands behind her and traced her fingers along her panty hem. She followed the contours of her round cheeks and followed the black fabric down between her buttocks until her fingers touched the side of his head.

She then started to play with herself, gently stroking her clit, until Sam had taken over. His touch was so much nicer, and she had rewarded him by spreading her legs wider and covering herself with lube.

Sam had enjoyed it too, the thrill of bringing Donna to orgasm, while focusing on every small change in her body. The gentle movement, each moan and each tremble as her arousal built. It was comforting knowing that this was his life for the morning, the intransigent girl was not going to let him go free. He could take his time and learn and improve with feedback from her body.

His face compress trembled as she climaxed, the scent of her arousal was strong as her thighs quivered and closed completely. Sam was now trapped in total darkness with his life dependent on Donna giving him air.


“Mmm?” she purred, parting her thighs and looking down at Sam’s one visible eye.

“What’s it like out there in the real world,” Sam asked.

“I’ve only taken away your head,” Donna replied, playing with Sam’s cock through sleepy eyes and long lashes.

“And my mind…”

“Mmm, and your kisses are giving me goose bumps…”

“This is wrongful imprisonment.”

“Yes… but there’s nothing you can do about it…”

Donna’s damp pants, round cheeks and unyielding smothering weight was playing with Sam’s mind. Again, she flicked his nipples and brought him back under her control as her fingers continued to enjoy the slim curves of his gym tones body. Finally, she tensed her legs, rolled forward and stood up, her tacky buttocks peeling away from Sam’s face.

“No!” Sam exclaimed, blinking with dazed eyes and reaching up to pull Donna back by the hand.

“Something missing in your life?” she smiled cheekily.


Donna grinned as she dropped straight back down, her damp underwear back on his face. She leisurely adjusted herself until Sam was as deep into her body as possible, “Is that better?”

“I can’t believe I gave up my chance of freedom.”

“Neither can I… and you really shouldn’t encourage me…”

“What if I asked you nicely?” Sam moaned, hugging Donna’s legs down onto him and thrusting up with his bouncing cock.

“There’s no fucking way I’m moving,” Donna giggled, “You just signed your life away!”


Donna and Sam spent the next hour intimately enjoying each other’s body. Sam’s lips had found her butt hole and the anal sensation was incredible. Sam was now completely hidden somewhere beneath her trembling hips and quite how he was still breathing down there was a mystery.

Donna’s last orgasm had been even better as her trust in this gorgeous man grew. By controlling his head, she had full control over his body and his cock, and she was increasingly desperate to consummate their relationship.

“I know I’ve institutionalised you and you can can’t live without me on your face,” Donna started.

“I know,” Sam mumbled.

“That’s okay I plan for you to spend most of your life down there… but, umm, can we make love? she asked nervously.

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The Initiation Ch. 01

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As far as summer jobs went, it wasn’t a bad one, even if her boss had the peculiar demand that she refer to him as “Master” whenever addressing him. He explained that it was a sign of respect in his culture. (What culture that was, Rachel wasn’t sure. His name sounded Persian or Arabic to her American ears, but his deep, commanding voice had no trace of a foreign accent.) At any rate, the job brought in some extra money, and gave her something to fill her time with in between school years. Plus, it came with room and board, so she had a chance to live somewhere else for a few months and explore a different part of the country. Yes, answering the ad in the teacher’s magazine had turned out to be a good decision.

Rachel finished wiping down the sink and counters and hung the damp washcloth up to dry. The laundry was probably done, and she could start folding it, but first she needed to check the front porch. Mr. Cihandaver . . . no . . . Master . . . seemed to have a lot of business associates who liked to give him gifts, and if she didn’t check the porch several times a day, the presents tended to pile up. Rachel had some experience with this. When her father had been business editor of the local paper, he had been plied with many, many gifts from members of the Chamber of Commerce and other local businesses, especially at Christmas. Rachel opened the door and picked up the two small packages and the large, rather drippy one, that lay there. She wrinkled her nose a little at the metallic, coppery smell that greeted her.

Yes, the fact that people left gifts didn’t surprise her. But, it was some people’s insistence on leaving raw meat in the warm summer air that she found baffling.

Fortunately, the drippy package still felt chilled to the touch, which meant that it had been refrigerated not too long ago. She unwrapped it and found two chickens, plucked, and what looked to be a pot roast. The first time she had found meat on the doorstep, she had been tempted to discard it. But Mr. Cihandaver . . .Master . . . had assured her that no one would dare leave him tainted meat, and it would either be goat or beef, either of which tasted fine when roasted. Rachel wrapped the chickens in Saran Wrap and put them in the freezer for another time, coated the red meat with a flour mixture, seared it on all sides, and set it to slowly cook in a small amount of liquid on top of the stove. Then, she turned her attention to the other two packages.

One of the other afternoon’s offerings seemed to be some gaudy, rhinestone looking things. Rachel held them up to the light slanting in through the south-facing kitchen window. Cubic zirconium, maybe? Rachel was no connoisseur of jewelry, fine or otherwise, but it was shiny and sparkly, and it would probably please Master Cihandaver. That was one nice thing about him. He was very grateful for the gifts he received, no matter how odd or impractical.

The next package was very heavy. When Rachel tore off the brown wrapper, she saw a delicately carved box, about 12″ x 6″ x 6″. She knew about as much about various types of wood as she did jewelry, but she could appreciate the craftsmanship that had gone into carving the intricate symbols that decorated the dark red wood. The hinges were leather, and when she prized open the box, gold coins spilled everywhere. Rachel thought, at first, that they were chocolate-filled gelt, and she wondered why someone would send Mr. Cihandaver Hanukkah candy in June. But, when she picked one up and tested it with her fingers, she realized that the piece was solid, and the glyphs on it looked more Aramaic than Hebrew.

She stepped into the living room and placed the gifts on the low table near the door. They joined a wooden mask and a sword that had arrived earlier in the day. Rachel eyed the sword warily as she set the coins and the jewels on the table. The blade had barely touched her skin when she had unwrapped it, yet it had left a shallow, painful cut along the back of her hand. It had taken several tissues and four band-aids to cover the wound. Rachel hoped that Mr. Cihandaver would be distracted when he came in from work. Evidence of her clumsiness seemed to amuse him greatly, though he was always kind with his gentle teasing.

She heard the key in the lock and frowned. It had happened again. No matter how hard she listened, she never heard him pull up in the driveway. It was as though one moment he wasn’t there, and the next moment he appeared out of thin air. He did that on the days she chauffeured him also. She would pull up in front of his office, watch the door for him, and the moment she blinked or turned to glance at something across the street, he would be there, leaning down to open the passenger door.

Rachel scurried over to the door as it began to swing open. Another unusual part of his requirements, but not unpleasant. He came through the door, smiled and said, “Good evening, little one.” Turning, he presented his back to Rachel so she could ease his suit jacket over his shoulders, folding it carefully Alanya escort over her arm before holding out her hand to accept his tie, which he had unknotted. He opened the top buttons of his dress shirt, sniffed the air appreciatively and smiled, then turned his attention to the day’s mail, which was stacked neatly by the gifts. Rachel went to his closet to hang up his suit jacket and tie. As she placed the dark jacket on a hanger and hung it alongside all the other, almost identical jackets, she stifled the temptation to hang it out of order and see if he really would notice, as he had told her he would.

As she came back into the living room, Mr. Cihandaver had finished with the mail and was examining the day’s treasures. He lifted the box of coins first and several fell out and rolled under the table. Rachel dropped to her knees and retrieved them. When she held them up to Mr. Cihandaver from her kneeling position, he looked at her speculatively.

“Thank you, little one,” he said.

“You’re welcome, Master,” she replied, and her cheeks flushed at the gleam in his eyes. She began to rise, but he motioned her to stay where she was, so she remained, kneeling, at his feet.

He pulled the gaudy jewelry out of its case. Rachel hadn’t noticed that the jewels were part of a series of chains and necklaces. Mr. Cihandaver untangled one and motioned for her to lower her head. She did so obediently and he clasped the necklace around her neck. It was a thick piece of silver-colored metal, about a thumb’s width across, with several of the smaller shiny jewels placed at points along a winding vine, with one quite large one in the center. The bottom edge of the necklace had loops of metal around the circumference, like the edges of a lace doily. The metal warmed her neck and Rachel blushed as she felt her nipples harden under her blouse. What would Mr. Cihandaver think if he noticed?

Mr. Cihandaver put a finger under her chin and lifted her face until her gaze met his. He smiled and stepped back. “Put your hands behind your neck,” he said. “Lift your hair a little so I can see how it looks.”

Rachel did as she was told, the movement thrusting her breasts out. She saw Mr. Cihandaver drop his gaze to her chest, very briefly, and his grin widened. “That looks very nice on you, little one. Would you like to keep it?”

It wasn’t her normal style, yet it fit her neck like it had been made for her. Besides, he had been kind to her, and it would be churlish to refuse. “Thank you, Master,” she replied. “I hope you don’t tire of seeing it. It seems that once I put a necklace on, it tends to stay on until I get a new one.”

“It’s very becoming,” he said as he turned his attention back to the gifts. Rachel stayed on her knees, something seeming to hold her to the floor. Finally, she touched his leg hesitantly. He looked down from where he had been swinging the sword. “Yes, little one?”

“Dinner,” she said. “Do you mind if I go check on it?”

He looked at her, waiting. Rachel frowned.

“Dinner?” she repeated. “I need to check the meat.”

Mr. Cihandaver lifted his eyebrows slightly and his glance drifted to the collar-like necklace then back up to her eyes. “I need to check the meat . . .?” he repeated.

Heat suffused Rachel’s face. How could she forget such a simple thing? “I need to check the meat, Master,” she said.

Mr. Cihandaver nodded. “You are excused, little one.”


He ate, as he always did, in silence, surrounded by papers and sketching what looked to be ditches of varying sizes and bridges that crossed them. On some papers he would scribble numbers, then mutter something, curse, ball up the paper, and toss it over his shoulder. Rachel, who always stood next to him while he was eating, in case he needed anything, had learned to anticipate his moves, and she prided herself on the fact that she could often field the wads of paper before they hit the floor.

Finally, he rose. “It was delicious, little one. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Master.”

He picked up his glass of iced tea. “I’ll take this in to the study with me. I have some guests coming this evening. We won’t need anything. Show them to the study when they arrive, and once you’re done with the kitchen you are free until morning.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He nodded, barely acknowledging her words as he moved toward the study, tea in one hand and his papers in the other. Rachel moved about the kitchen, clearing his plate and eating from her own as she washed the pots and pans, wrapped leftovers, and set the timer on the dishwasher. She was almost done when the doorbell rang. She patted her hair and opened the door with a smile. Seven men of varying ages stood on the porch, all of them with short hair and wearing dark pants and white shirts. She blinked at them, reminded of the nice, clean-cut Mormon boys who would canvass the neighborhood where she grew up during the summer.

“Are you the ones Mr. Cihandaver is expecting?” Alanya escort bayan she asked.

“We are his acolytes,” the youngest one, a boy of about twenty, answered eagerly.

Rachel frowned. The word acolytes conjured up pictures of fourth-graders lighting the candles at Sunday services.

One of the men saw her frown and stepped forward. “He means associates,” he whispered. “Crazy kid did horrible on his SATS.”

Rachel relaxed. That she could understand. “He’s in his study,” she told them. “It’s –“

She didn’t need to finish. The men charged past her like a herd of wildebeest being chased by a jaguar. Or, a herd of jaguar chasing a wildebeest. Was a group of jaguars called a herd? Were wildebeest and jaguars in the same food chain? Rachel was so busy pondering this that she gave no more thought to the men as she returned to the kitchen to finish the evening’s clean-up and make the kitchen ready for breakfast in the morning. It wasn’t until she was walking through the living room on her way to her own bedroom suite that she noticed one of the men had dropped something. Something so powerful , so important, that she knew immediately she must find its owner and return it before its loss became a catastrophe.

She picked up the Blackberry and headed to the study.


The room was empty. Rachel stood in the doorway and looked around, puzzled. Eight men, the seven plus Master Cihandaver, couldn’t have left the house without her hearing. The only way out would have been the front door, and she could see that from the kitchen, where she had been working. Rachel backed out and peeked into the guest bedroom, which was on the other side of the hall. That, too, was empty. And the bathroom couldn’t hold eight grown men, unless they were up to something really weird, in which case Rachel would be better off going to bed.

Still, it was a puzzle, and she hated unsolved mysteries. She stepped back to the door of the study. She even ventured in, peering around the room, looking for clues. And then she saw it. Her Master’s chair had been pushed aside, and the rug underneath lay folded neatly, leaving the outline of a door in the floor. Rachel dropped to her knees and traced the edges of the door with her finger. Her heart began pounding in her chest, but she found herself drawn to lift the door. She slipped a finger through the heavy iron ring and tugged slightly. The door didn’t budge. She pulled again, a little harder. It moved slightly. She put both hands on it and tightened her muscles. Just as it began to lift, an enormous hand dropped over hers. Rachel lifted her startled gaze and saw her Master standing over her. From her point of view, he seemed to have grown almost a foot taller and his shoulders were impossibly broad. He wore black leather pants and tight leather boots that reached up his calves. His open-throated shirt was made of fine-spun white linen and over his shoulders was draped a heavy robe made of a black fabric that Rachel didn’t recognize.

Rachel opened her mouth to make some excuse for her behavior, but the words died in her throat. She couldn’t decipher the look on his face. It wasn’t anger, or even annoyance. Nor was it understanding or compassion. Resignation? Arousal? Universal certitude?

“Free will,” he finally said.

“What?” That wasn’t what she had been expecting.

“I give you free will,” he said. He reached down and wrenched the door open, releasing a gust of cool air into the room. “You may follow me or you may go.”

He started down the stairs, then turned to gaze at her, still kneeling by the opening. “Those who choose to follow me shall have responsibilities and requirements, but also rewards far greater than the human mind can conjure. “

“And those who don’t?” she whispered.

He shrugged. “You can’t miss what you never had.”

Rachel watched him glide to the bottom of the steps before she made her decision. She slipped through the opening and carefully lowered the trapdoor back into place before scrambling after her Master.


At the bottom of the stairs, she had two choices. One was to turn left and follow what appeared to be a tunnel. The other was to turn right and followed what appeared to be a flickering trail of candlelight. Rachel chose the candlelight, and was led to a large hall with impossibly high ceilings. Rachel knew they were underground, but the walls seemed to go up and up, well over fifty feet. The walls were made of some kind of heavy stone, possible granite or marble. Her dazed mind couldn’t discern between the two. Three rows of what looked like church pews were placed in front of . . . was that an altar? And, were those the gifts that had arrived earlier? Behind the altar, a set of marble steps . . . she was sure those were marble . . . that ran the length of the room and led to a platform on which sat an enormous throne. Her Master sat on the throne, and his presence seemed to fill the room.

Cut into one wall were alcoves from Escort Alanya which spilled jewels and coins and other treasures. Six of the seven men were seated on the first row of pews, and the seventh, the oldest in the group, was at the base of the steps. He was on his knees facing her Master, and, though they weren’t speaking, she knew they must be communicating somehow.

The older man rose, stepped to a lectern next to the altar, and motioned to the gifts, then to the alcoves.

“He has told us to distribute our offerings as follows. Samuel, take two bushels of jewels and find buyers for them. Give the money earned to the charities that He has designated. Matthew, the gold can be exchanged through the usual means. You know what to do with the profits. Josiah, choose a third of the sturdiest swords and other weapons, and take them to the Plowshare Exchange Company and then make sure the farm equipment produced goes to those in need. Sergio, He needs you to come up with a new food campaign. The raw meat sacrifices are fine, but canned goods are much more practical and more easily distributed to food banks. Ahmed, we have finally reached our quota of rain dance masks. Gather the shamans and take the private jets to the drought areas to start the rains, and to the flooded areas to stop them. Any questions?”

“What about me?” The young man who had first spoke to Rachel at the door waved his hand eagerly.

The older man glanced at the other five men in the pews, all of whom shook their heads imperceptively. He sighed. “You can work with me on the cyclical calendar, Gideon.”

“Cool, dude! It’s the fertility season, right? Do I get to go find some virgins?” Rachel saw the older man wince.

The men rose from the pews and moved around the hall. They took treasures out of the alcoves, conversed with Gideon, and made their obsequiance to her Master, who remained seated on the throne. Rachel stepped into the shadows as the men filed by her, arms filled with treasures, minds intent on the tasks at hand. The hall emptied and she was alone with her Master. He gazed into the shadows where she stood.

“Come out now,” he commanded. Rachel stepped into the glow of the candlelight.

Her Master nodded and beckoned to her to move to the base of the steps. She started across the stone floor, but he raised his hand, stopping her. “Barefoot,” he said quietly. Rachel kicked off her sandals, and put them side by side to the left of where she stood. She took a step closer, but he shook his head.

“Naked,” he told her.

Rachel gazed at him and realized that he wasn’t Mr, Cihandaver, her employer, anymore, but some sort of supreme being . One whom she had chosen to follow and obey when she made the conscious decision to trail Him down the stairs. She had seen evidence of His kindness and compassion for humans and their suffering in the way He ordered the treasures distributed, but she also saw in His eyes that He would be obeyed, or the consequences would be quick and fearsome. She lifted trembling hands to her collar and began to unbutton her blouse. Red heat stained her cheeks as she undressed for Him for the first time, the soft white fabric sliding off her shoulders, the colorful skirt falling around her ankles. She folded these articles of clothing carefully, putting them on top of her sandals. Her hands shook as she reached back to unclasp her beige bra. She held the cups to her breasts as she shrugged off the straps and then, unable to put off her exposure any more, she dropped the silk away from her body, revealing her heavy breasts to His gaze. She tugged her panties over the curve of her hips, noting that the crotch was soaked through as it peeled away from her cunt. She added her undergarments to the pile, the stood, looking down, waiting for His command.

“Look at me.” The words drew Rachel’s gaze to her Master’s. His eyes burned into her. “Once I take you, once you give yourself to Me, your are Mine. Do you understand?”

Rachel’s mouth went dry. She nodded.


“Yes, Master.” Her voice was lighter than the breeze, but He heard it and was satisfied.

“Come, my pet. Kneel on the altar.”

She moved toward Him, toward the altar slowly, like a bride going to meet her groom, giving Him time to gaze upon and appreciate the gift He was receiving. When she reached the altar, He held out His hand and she took it, allowing Him to help her onto the flat slate surface where she knelt, facing Him.

He reached into a pocket and when He pulled his hand out, yards of delicate chain were wound around His fingers. His other hand dove into another pocket and he came out with a handful of what appeared to be rings and clamps and hooks. He spilled these on the stone in front of Rachel’s knees. She looked at them, not comprehending.

“Nipples first,” he murmured. He leaned down and sucked her right nipple into His mouth, making it hard and wet with His lips and tongue. When He lifted His head, the nipple stood away from her body and Rachel was breathing faster. Her Master seized the swollen bud between His fingers and tugged it away from her body as he quickly pinned a clamp on it. Rachel’s gasp of pain turned into a moan when he flicked the nipple with His tongue and briefly ran a finger along her wet slit.

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The Humiliation of Miss Tits-a-lot Ch. 07

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Pam came in from her grocery shopping and glanced over at her slave busily dusting the furniture. “I have a treat for you tonight, Miss Tits-a-lot.”

Fiona, naked except for a frilly maid’s apron and a pair of high heels, looked expectantly at her Mistress.

Nodding, Pam said, “That’s right, we’re going to Miraleste tonight.”

Fiona shivered in anticipation. Miraleste was the hottest BDSM club in L.A. Masters and Mistresses flaunted their slaves, and the subs tried to outdo each other in their obedience and subservience. Sometimes at the end of the evening, Doms traded their slaves with others. Fiona was very popular, and Pam had sent her home with temporary Masters and Mistresses a few times.

Pam grinned at the look of excitement in Miss Tits-a-lot’s face. “We’ll do a little shopping before we go to find something special for you to wear, and I have Ingrid coming in less than an hour for your waxing.”

Once a month, Pam had Ingrid come to the house to give Fiona a complete body wax. Pam even managed to turn these sessions into scenes of humiliation for Fiona. Once Fiona finished her dusting, she went upstairs to shower in preparation for Ingrid.

When she came downstairs, Ingrid was already there, laying out her table and waxing implements. Ingrid was a big German with large hands and spatulate fingers, but she was very precise in her waxing. She smiled as Fiona entered the room, eyeing her huge tits and patting the table. “All ready for you, Lenchen.”

Fiona spread out on the table and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the ordeal to follow. Ingrid slathered hot wax between Fiona’s tits first, ripping off any unsightly hair. She then worked her way down to her belly and continued with her thighs and the rest of her legs. Fiona flipped over, and Ingrid worked on her back and the backs of her legs. She spread the wax along the mounds of Fiona’s bottom, removing all the hair, leaving her cheeks smooth and silky. She ripped the hair off from her underarms and then prepared to work on her mound. Ingrid pressed down on Fiona, holding her skin taut for the maximum effect.

Ingrid patted her tummy, “Now bend your knees and let your legs fall open.”

Fiona spread herself out for her German tormentor, who began prodding her pussy lips and spreading the hot wax on them. She ripped the hair off her outer lips, and then shoved a finger in Fiona’s hole so she could more easily see the remaining hair. Fiona was in an agony of both pain and need, as her lips puffed out. Ingrid then had her lift her knees and hook her arms beneath them, rolling back, so that she could get a clear view of her asshole. She patted wax around Fiona’s puckered hold, pressed a strip of cloth in, and then peeled it off. Fiona lifted her ass off the table in response and Ingrid chuckled.

Ingrid shined a bright light on Fiona’s pussy and put on some enormous magnified glasses. She used a pair of tweezers to pluck out any remaining hairs on Fiona’s cunt. Grabbing a small dildo from her bag, Ingrid spread lube along its shaft and eased it into Fiona’s asshole, spreading her hole out wide. Then she continued plucking hairs out around her asshole.

Pam walked into the room and asked, “Is she being a good girl?”

Ingrid patted Fiona’s ass. “As always. So obedient and cooperative. You’ve trained her well, Pam.” She pinched Fiona’s engorged clit and chuckled again. “I think she’s done. She’s as clean as a whistle.” She turned to Pam, “May I have my tip now?”

Pam grinned. “Absolutely.”

Ingrid took a strap-on out of her bag and shrugged out of her clothes. Her body was hard and muscular with an almost completely flat chest. She buckled the strap-on around her straight hips, the big dildo bobbing in front of her and the fake balls hanging below. Fiona was still on her back on the waxing table, and Ingrid mounted her between her spread thighs. She buried her face in Fiona’s tits while she eased the dildo into her pussy. Taking her pierced nipples into her mouth, she began pumping Fiona with the strap-on and grasping the dildo still inserted in her ass, she fucked her asshole at the same time.

The next order of business was shopping. Pam took her slave to a specialty shop on Sunset that carried a line of clothing designed to reveal and titillate. Rosalee, the owner of the shop greeted two of her favorite customers with smiles. “Something special today, Pam?”

Pam nodded. “I’m taking her to Miraleste tonight. Perhaps something in leather, but smooth and tight.”

Rosalee clicked her tongue. “I think I have just what you’re looking for.” She produced a pair of soft leather pants and waving them in front of Pam, she said, “They’re tight and form-fitting, but cut out in the back with nothing covering the bum.”

Pam grabbed them and held them up. “I like them.” She shoved Fiona toward the dressing room, but ordered her to leave the door open. Fiona slid out of her skirt, and with Rosalee’s help squeezed into the leather pants. They hung low on her hips Manavgat Escort and fit rather tightly around her legs, except the back was cut out, revealing her ass.

Rosalee grabbed Fiona’s wrist. “Now come out here and model them for your Mistress.”

There were two other couples in the shop by this time who ogled openly as Fiona paraded across the room in her bottomless leather pants. She was still wearing her t-shirt, and Pam stared at it critically. “What do you suggest on the top, Rosie?”

Rosalee bit her lip. “That’s always a problem with Miss Tits-a-lot, since she’s so well endowed, but I think I have just the thing.” She returned with a leather bikini top that tied around the back and around the neck with two small triangles in the front. “Let’s try this. Take your top off.”

In the middle of the store in front of the other customers, Fiona pulled her t-shirt over her head. It got stuck on her huge tits, and Rosie had to help her as she struggled free. She tied the strings around her back first and positioned the triangles in front. They managed to hold the big, bouncy tits up, which flowed over the sides creating a deep cleavage. Once the triangles were secured on the tits, Rosie tied the strings tightly around Fiona’s neck. She stood back to survey the effect.

“What do you think, Pam?”

Pam told Fiona to walk across the room. The tits bounced and collided, but the leather strips stayed in place. “I think that will work. We’ll take the whole outfit.”

Rosie packed the outfit away and Pam and her slave left the store to prepare for their night at Miraleste. Once Fiona was dressed, Pam added a wide leather collar with an O-ring on the front. The collar was stiff and forced Fiona to hold her chin up. When they were ready to go, Pam didn’t bother to cover her. It was already dark outside, and they’d just be walking to the car.

Pam pulled her car up into the alley behind the club and left it for the valet. Once outside the car, Pam attached a leather leash to Fiona’s collar and led her to the door. She gave her club ID and password to the doorman, who ushered them inside. The club was already crowded with couples, most who were in the lifestyle, but there were a few who were just there as guests, along for the spectacle.

Although Fiona wasn’t dressed any more unusually than any other slave, she attracted a lot of attention for her beauty and her huge tits. She glanced around the room hoping to catch sight of Sir Justin. She’d seen him here a few times, and he knew Pam. Sometimes he brought a slave, but never the same one. Fiona gathered that he trained slaves periodically and then released them to others. He was dark and handsome and mysterious. Some said he was called Sir Justin because he was actually an English lord.

Fiona stayed submissively behind her Mistress, head high but eyes downcast. Her exposed ass was burning and felt huge as Pam had seen fit to lay a waffle pattern spanking on her before they left. She felt as if it were glowing in the dark.

Pam led her up to a group, and when she heard the low smooth voice of Sir Justin, Fiona raised her eyes. His eyes, dark and intense, burned into hers. Fiona sensed he was interested in her, but she didn’t want Pam to know she shared that interest. She hastily lowered her gaze but not before she signaled to him that she was aware of his presence. He wasn’t with a slave tonight, but a woman dressed in normal evening wear. He kept his arm casually around her shoulders, and Fiona felt her own position at the end of Pam’s leash intensely.

He asked, “Are you trading your slave tonight, Pam?”

“I’m not sure, why are you in the market?”

Fiona held her breath, as a woman’s high-pitched screech from across the room interrupted them. “Oh my god, it’s Fiona Tinselot.”

Fiona’s eyes flew up and her gaze locked onto a tall, attractive brunette. Her heart sank as she tried to shrink behind Pam. It was no use. It was Kelly Vickers in the flesh. The woman stormed the group, breaking into their circle. A man followed in her wake, naked with his huge cock encased in leather and secured to his abdomen. His ball sack hung below, also cupped in leather, and his nipples were pierced. The woman led him by a leash attached to a thick leather collar around his neck.

“It’s really her, Danny.” She glanced at the man behind her. “It’s really Fiona Tinselot.” Her frank look took in Fiona’s bulging tits, collar, and leash. She circled around her and crowed with delight. “Come around here, Danny. Look, her ass is bare, and it looks like someone was a bad girl.”

Pam noticed her slave’s burning cheeks and grinned. “You know my slave?”

The woman stood in front of Pam. “Oh yes, I’m sorry. I do know your slave. She was once my boss.”

Danny’s eyes widened. “This is your former boss, the one you used to complain about every night?”

The woman laughed. “That’s right. We used to call her the ‘Bitch Goddess.’ Nothing we did was ever good enough Manavgat escort bayan for her. She’d make us do it over ten times until she was satisfied. I can’t believe it, Fiona Tinselot is a slave.” She turned to Pam. “Is she yours?”

Pam nodded. “I’m her Mistress, but her name isn’t Fiona Tinselot anymore. It’s Miss Tits-a-lot.”

Kelly shrieked with laughter. “That’s perfect. We always knew they were fakes, but this just proves it.” She reached both hands forward, flexing her fingers. Glancing at Pam, she asked, “May I?”

Pam gave permission, and Fiona stood stiffly as Kelly reached out and squeezed her tits with both hands as if they were giant melons. “Oh yeah, those are fake titties all right. How did you come to be here?”

Fiona kept her eyes lowered, and Pam answered. “My slave isn’t allowed to speak in my presence without my consent. Let’s just say I found her, took her in hand, trained her, and now she’s my little bitch. Isn’t that right, Miss Tits-a-lot?”

Fiona murmured, “Yes, Mistress,” hating her, hating Kelly, and hating herself for the way her pussy throbbed at this indignity.

Pam yanked her leash hard causing her tits to bounce forward. “You’ll answer properly.”

Fiona spoke up, “Yes, Mistress, I’m your little bitch.”

Kelly grinned. “Wait until I tell everyone at the office how I discovered the Bitch Goddess. We were all wondering what happened to her.”

Danny mumbled, “Ah, Kelly, if you did that, you’d have to explain what you were doing here.”

Her smile turned to a frown. “Oh yeah, you’re right.” She started to speak to Fiona again, but turned to Pam. “Where is she working now?”

Wrapping the leash around her hand, Pam answered, “She works for me you might say. Her new career is to satisfy me…and my friends.”

Kelly’s eyes gleamed. “Are you interested in sending her home with a new Mistress tonight?”

Pam glanced at her slave’s tightly clenched jaw and her even tighter clenched ass cheeks and replied, “I hadn’t planned on it, but perhaps I’ll change my mind.”

Fiona tried to catch her Mistress’s eye, but it was no use. Pam realized how embarrassed her slave was at being discovered by a former co-worker, and she was going to make the most of it. Worst of all, in Fiona’s mind, was the fact that Sir Justin was a witness to her humiliation.

Eventually they wandered away from Kelly and her boy toy, but every time Fiona looked up she found Kelly’s greedy eyes on her. Her wicked grin told Fiona everything she wanted to know.

Toward the end of the evening, Kelly approached them again. “Have you decided yet, Pam? I’ll even pay you for the privilege.”

Pam smirked at her slave, her head now bowed in obedience, and ceremoniously handed her leash to Kelly. “I’ll pick her up on Sunday morning.”

Kelly gripped Fiona’s leash with one hand while she peeled off a number of bills with the other. She stuffed the money into Pam’s outstretched hand and led her two slaves out the door by their leashes.

When they arrived at Kelly’s house, she stood in front of Fiona looking her up and down. She nodded as if coming to a decision. “Dano, help me remove her clothes, such as they are. She won’t need them here. Help me remove this big, heavy collar too. I have something more appropriate.”

Dano helped Kelly strip Fiona completely naked. After she removed her shoes, she stood in front of her new Mistress. Kelly reached out and bounced Fiona’s heavy tits in the palms of her hands. “We’re going to have lots of fun, Fiona, and I expect you to obey me just as you would Mistress Pam. Let’s get her ready, Dano.”

Danny came forward with a jeweled dog collar, which Kelly buckled around Fiona’s neck. “You first, Dano. Let’s show her how it’s done.”

With these words, Dano bent over the kitchen table, reached back, and spread out his hairy ass cheeks. Kelly strapped on a dildo over her jeans and positioned herself between his open buttocks. “Fiona, sit down between his legs and suck his cock. It’s a mouthful, but I’m sure you can handle it.”

Fiona crouched down below Dano and took his huge prick into her mouth as he let out a low groan. Kelly lubed up the dildo and eased it into his asshole, and he thrust forward into Fiona’s mouth. Kelly plowed him faster and harder, burying the strap-on deep into his ass. He ground against her and lunged into Fiona’s mouth. The three of them were connected together like this until Dano gasped and shot his load down Fiona’s throat.

Kelly chuckled as she withdrew. “That was a special treat, wasn’t it Dano?”

He whimpered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“You can get up now, Fiona, and help me with the next part. Hold out your hands.” Kelly squeezed a liberal amount of lube into her palm, and then held out a large dildo with a black tail attached to it. “Lube that up for me.” After Fiona oiled it up, Kelly ordered her to work her fingers into Dano’s asshole. Fiona worked two fingers into Dano’s anus while he held himself Escort Manavgat open. He gripped her fingers and humped against them.

Kelly laughed. “You can see my little pet is excited to have a new companion.” After Fiona removed her fingers from Dano’s ass, Kelly replaced them with the tailed dildo, shoving it in until just the glossy black tail poked out of his crack.

Dano got off the table and dropped to all fours, slavishly licking his Mistress’s fingertips. She scratched under his chin and said, “Good boy, Dano. Let’s get our new pet ready.”

She commanded Fiona to bend over the table as Dano had done and reach back and spread her cheeks wide. As she surveyed her puckered hole, Kelly clicked her tongue. “We won’t have any problems here, Dano. I see she’s been well used.” She replaced her strap-on with a bigger one and took her position between Fiona’s legs.

Fiona clenched. So she was gong to have to submit to an ass-fucking by Kelly who she used to boss around and torment. Well, she wouldn’t give her any satisfaction. She planned to remain motionless no matter how hard this bitch fucked her, but her heart dropped at Kelly’s next words. “Return the favor for you new companion, Dano”

He placed himself on the floor between Fiona’s open thighs, and as Kelly began nudging the dildo into Fiona’s asshole, Dano began nudging her pussy lips open with his tongue. Fiona drew in her breath and steeled herself against the shivers of pleasure emanating from her cunt. Kelly continued to ease the dildo into her rectum, as Dano noisily slurped her clit between his lips. The dual sensations made Fiona’s pussy throb and her nipples tingle. Her resolve melted as almost against her will, she undulated her ass back to meet and engulf Kelly’s invading dildo, and then pumped forward as Dano sucked on her engorged clit.

Fiona ground her ass cheeks against the rough material of Kelly’s jeans, and Kelly thrilled as she felt her power over her big-titted former boss. She drove hard into her ass and leaned forward to say hoarsely, “In my wildest dreams, I never imagined to have you like this, completely under my control. Tell me what you want, little whore, because you are my whore. I bought and paid for you.”

Fiona compressed her lips. Her body might betray her, but she’d never give this bitch the satisfaction she craved. Kelly grabbed her tits and yelled, “Tell me what you want.”

Fiona continued rocking against her but kept her mouth shut. Then Kelly stopped pumping and hissed, “Dano.” Dano withdrew his warm mouth, and Fiona cried out in anguish and need as her pussy lunged forward into the cool air. Then she humped her ass to feel the movement of the dildo, but Kelly pinned her down to the table and repeated, “Tell me what you want, whore.”

Defeated by her own desires, Fiona mumbled, “Fuck me. Fuck me.” Kelly expelled her breath but still she didn’t move. “Ask nicely.”

Fiona swallowed hard and begged, “Please fuck me, Mistress.”

Kelly still wasn’t satisfied as she growled, “Where do you want me to fuck you?”

Fiona sobbed out, “Please fuck me in the ass, Mistress Kelly.”

Kelly ordered Dano to continue devouring her pussy, as she began to pump the dildo into her bitch’s ass. As she pulled back she landed the palm of her hand on her ass cheek, and Fiona squealed in response, “Fuck me.” Then she smacked the other ass cheek, and the horny bitch gasped out again, “Fuck me.” And so it went. Her former boss writhed beneath her, as she alternated spanks on her ass, and after each one, the heavy-titted whore begged to be fucked. Then the bitch cried out as she came, sucking the strap-on up her ass and grinding her pussy into Dano’s face.

Kelly gloated, “That’s the way, little bitch. Keep it cumming.” The two of them rode her until she slumped forward and they pulled away, leaving her bent over the table, her reddened ass still twitching and convulsing.

“I think she’s ready, Dano.” She selected a big dildo with a silky blond tail and waved it in her whore’s face. “Had I known my little pet was going to be a redhead, I would’ve had something more appropriate, but this will have to do. We don’t need manufactured lube, Dano, she has plenty of her own.”

She handed the dildo to Dano who shoved it into Fiona’s cunt, making it slick with her juices. Kelly took it from him and shoved it into Fiona’s ass up to the hilt until just the silky tail protruded from her ass cheeks. Then she ordered her down on her hands and knees.

“Dano, our new pet needs a name. Miss Tits-a-lot is much too grand for our little bitch, and while I enjoy calling her ‘Fiona’ just to remind her who she is, she needs something more appropriate.”

He glanced at Fiona now on all fours with a tail growing out of her ass and suggested, “How about Missy?”

Kelly studied her new pet, as always her eyes falling on the enormous tits now hanging loosely toward the floor. She nudged them with the toe of her shoe, watching them swing and then snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it. She’ll be Titsy.”

Fiona blushed bright red while Dano signaled his approval by wagging his tail. Kelly snickered. “To tell you the truth, Titsy, when we weren’t calling you the Bitch Goddess, we were calling you Titsy, so you see how it all works out?”

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One of the boys answered the door while the others made themselves respectable.

“It’s Mike,” shouted Peter, “He’s finally got here.”

Mike, the boy who had been camping walked into the room, “Hope you didn’t start without me,” he quipped.

“Well actually we did, it’s all over with,” said George, trying once more to sound amusing.

“What is?” Mike looked around the room and when he saw the equipment he gathered he had missed something interesting. Jean said, “Sit down Mike. Would you like a drink?”

Mike looked like he had drunk a few already. He accepted the drink and while Paul packed away his gear said, “So what did I miss then?”

“Well if you wasn’t so fond of the alcohol and had come round earlier you’d know!” Paul fired into him.

Jean smiled but the atmosphere was a bit tense for the next few minutes. The two local boys took great pains to thank George and Jean for an enjoyable evening and made them promise they would all do it again. Paul whispered to George, “We are very trustworthy and discrete.”

Making it obvious they didn’t want the company of the third boy they said their goodnights and left.

“I’m sorry,” said the boy when the others had gone, “I think I’ve made an ass of myself. I’ll finish my drink and go.” Looking at Jean he smiled and said, “I’d like to know what I missed though.”

George, remembering the scene in the bedroom thought, “You missed the time of your life boy.”

Jean beckoned her husband to go into the kitchen with her. “We could show him the video of what he missed,” she said. “Unless you’re tired and ready for bed – then we’ll let him leave.”

“Are you tired?” asked George, “Have you had enough?”

“I’ll leave it to you,” said Jean, “You decide. We can always “play it by ear” so to speak.” With that she kissed her husband and whispered in his ear, “By the way – Thank you.” Jean went back into the living room and sat across from Mike.

“You want to know what you missed?” said George. “Put that video in the player and see.” George had shouted from the kitchen and stayed there while Mike, looking confused, switched on the TV set and started the VCR. Jean settled back and observed Mike. George watched quietly from the kitchen doorway.

The film progressed from Jean smiling into the camera to when she first exposed herself. When it got to where the boys took off their clothes Mike looked very envious and jealous. He hissed little comments under his breath. Jean was beginning to feel sexy again. Mike felt peeved that the boys had achieved what he hoped to have achieved a day ago.

Jean walked across to George standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “It’s up to you darling,” she said.

“I’m OK – Is your appetite not satisfied yet?” he asked metaphorically.

Looking him in the eye she said, “No– I’d like to taste something else.”

George wasn’t sure whether she meant that metaphorically or was being literal.

“Make the most of it then,” he said. Jean smiled and walked back into the room, this time sitting next to Mike.

“Are you enjoying that?” she asked putting her arm around him.

“Jesus – yes – I wish I had come round earlier. I met a blonde girl in the pub and thought I could get off with her”

“You could have got off with me,” said Jean, moving her hand to his crotch.

“Yeah? – I guess it’s too late now,” he said.

“Not necessarily,” answered Jean, placing his hand inside her blouse and kissing his neck.

“But what about your hus….”

“Shhhh – It’s OK – Don’t worry about it,” she re-assured him. “Watch the action.” She undid a couple of buttons to make things easier for him.

George couldn’t actually see, but as the film progressed Jean had unfastened Mike’s fly and was playing gently with his cock. George felt an amazing sexual surge as he once again looked at his wife performing on the screen with the two young men. He took out his penis – and realised once more that he was as much turned on with the boys naked bodies as he was with his wife’s exposure.

The alcohol intake of Mike began to have an effect – he forgot about George standing behind him. “Jean, I wanted to fuck you – why didn’t you let me fuck you like that? Can I suck your tits?”

“Are you drunk?” asked Jean, laughing. “That last Scotch George gave you didn’t go well with your pints of beer did it?” she said.

“I think you had better stay here with us tonight,” she whispered in his ear. “Sleep in our bed this time – with us. Would you like that?”

George got very excited. His wife came over to him and took hold of his cock. “He’s had a bit to drink and he will be quite happy to stay with us. He’s not sure what’s going on – he just want’s sex. Shall we take him to bed with us?”

Jean’s voice sounded very matter of fact, not wanting to sound too eager, George muttered an OK. Does Jean know how I fantasise about the boys’ thought George? To lie in bed naked with Jean and a boy would be great. Even better to watch his Escort Bayan slim well toned body and stiff cock having sex with his wife. And maybe – just maybe…

“We’ll wait here while you get ready for bed and use the bathroom. I’ll bring him up shortly.” George nodded his head agreeing with Jeans’ seduction plan. As he started to climb the staircase he looked back to see his wife lift her left breast from her bra for the boy to suck her nipple.

George used the bathroom then lay on the bed in his underwear waiting for the others. He heard them climb the stairs and expected one of them to come into the bedroom whilst the other used the bathroom. Instead he heard the shower turn on and Jean speak to the boy, “Let’s get you clean and refreshed shall we?” A minute later she walked into the bedroom, her skirt had gone and her blouse was fully unfastened.

“I’ll have a shower too – I’ll just get a couple of towels.” With that she walked out and George heard her re-enter the bathroom. She was going to have a shower with the boy, he told himself. He heard the unmistakable sound of someone urinating as the door was firmly closed. The pictures in his head gave him “butterflies” in his stomach and almost made him ejaculate without touching his cock. He could have been annoyed at being shut out but instead found the situation most erotic.

Most of the sounds were drowned out by the noise of running water and George let his imagination run riot. Twenty minutes later Jean led the boy back into the bedroom. They were both naked and the boy let himself be guided around like he was helpless. George noticed that the boy’s cock was flaccid – his wife had made the boy shoot his load – he could only imagine how.

Jean, following George’s gaze said, “Young boy’s recover quickly don’t they? Then last much longer the second time.”

George agreed with what she was saying but wondered how she knew that. She led the boy to the bed and suggested that he should lay down on the top and not get under the covers – “Because it’s such a warm night,” she explained.

She lay down also so that the boy was in between her and George. The boy was strangely silent and George wondered why – he looks content though, George thought. What did go on in the bathroom?

Jean rested on one elbow facing Mike and run her hand along the length of his body brushing his still soft cock on every downward journey. She occasionally bent her head to lick and nibble his nipples and kiss his belly. Then she reached over the boy and put her hand inside her husband’s briefs. George had to move nearer to the boy and their bodies touched.

“Take off your underwear George,” said Jean. He struggled out of his underpants while Jean held his penis then she very slowly pulled the foreskin right back then released it. It was a slow wank. George’s member stood proudly like a small tree trunk. Jean leaned further across the boy’s torso resting her breasts on his body; She smiled to herself when she saw he had started to watch the movement of her hand on her husband’s cock. She smiled even more when she saw that his soft penis, lying on his belly, was beginning to grow. George was turned on when he saw the boy looking at his cock – and by the touch of his body.

Jean, still holding her husband’s penis kissed Mike, then pulling George’s cock to make him move even closer she suddenly released it making it fall on the boy’s hip. Mike, feeling the contact of George’s penis jumped. Jean gently restrained his movements and he quickly relaxed again. George stayed still – he made no attempt to remove his cock from the boy’s hip.

Stroking the boy’s body Jean finally let her fingers curl around Mike’s cock. It rose to the occasion. She then moved up the bed slightly so her breasts were in kissing distance of his face. She told the boy what a lovely body he had and how well proportioned he was. She said how she liked the fact he had shaved off most of his body hair and how nice his balls and cock looked without it. “George likes it too,” she said. ” He likes to admire your cock and look at your naked body.” All the time she moved his foreskin slowly up and down, just like she had done for George.

“Did you like watching me play with my husband’s cock?” she asked. “I can almost touch both at the same time.” She let her fingers travel across the boy’s belly until she felt George’s penis resting on the boy’s hip. Placing her hand on top of his cock she pressed it down and began to do rolling actions on the boys’ body. “Does that feel nice?” she whispered to the boy. “Can you feel George’s hot cock on your belly?”

The boy whimpered but didn’t move. Jean noticed that his cock was now very hard. So he didn’t dislike it that much she thought! “Will you let him hold your cock?” she whispered in Mike’s ear.

“I’m not gay!” the boy almost yelped.

“No one thought you were darling,” Jean quietly told him. “But you can still enjoy looking and having people touch you. It’s Ok for men to admire Bayan escort each other – just as it is for girls to kiss and be affectionate.” Then, moving close to his ear she whispered, “We came up here to be naughty and give each other pleasure. No one else is going to know what we do.” She kissed him on the lips to stop further protest then took hold of her husband’s hand placing it on Mike’s cock. She waited for the boy to try and struggle free – but he didn’t.

Jean waited and watched for a while then again whispered in the boy’s ear. “There – isn’t that nice? Why don’t you hold George’s for him? You must wonder what it feels like to hold someone else’s dick. I’d like to watch you play with each other.”

“I’m not gay or bisexual! I’ve never done this before!” repeated the boy.

“We’ll just play with each other before I let you fuck me,” whispered Jean. “Give each other pleasure. That is – if you want too?”

She saw the boy’s hand move down to his hip and find George’s cock. He hesitated then slowly stroked it for a few seconds. Then when it twitched he curled his fingers around it and gently moved the foreskin.

Jean kissed him on the cheek; “There’s a good boy. It’s OK, no one will know.”

Watching each of them pull the others cock, Jean put her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself. She looked at the contented expression on George’s face as he caressed the young firm penis. Having an idea she moved down the bed and positioned her mouth over Mike’s cock.

“Wank him in my mouth,” she instructed her husband. She covered his purple helmet with her mouth and George moved his hand faster. She sucked hard for a few minutes then stopped when he was about to lose control. Moving back up to his ear she whispered to him, “If you like the same things we do you can visit us often – we can have some good times. Are you enjoying yourself at the moment?”

“Yes,” answered the boy simply.

“I want to see your cock in George’s mouth,” she whispered. “I want you to let him suck you? Will you?”

The boy didn’t answer for quite a while, then almost inaudibly hissed, “OK, I will!”

Jean slid back down to the boy’s penis and licked the bulbous end. Turning her head sideways on she beckoned George.

“Kiss me,” she said.

As her husband positioned himself lower down on the bed and was about to make contact with his lips Jean lifted the hard cock of the boy and rested it in the corner of her mouth. Now as George kissed her he had also to kiss the boys dick. Jean looked her husband straight in the eye as she pushed her tongue forward opening George’s mouth and as his lips parted she moved the penis into his mouth. George didn’t resist – he closed his mouth round the boy’s cock and sucked moving his head up and down at the same time. Jean was again the watcher.

She moved up to the boys’ face and whispered to him.

“Did you know that was George sucking you and not me? Look down and watch him. Is he going to make you come? Watch him suck you.” The boy grunted and whimpered.

“Go on. It’s OK. Let it come. Shoot it in his mouth.” Jean was becoming frantic with excitement. George closed his throat and waited for the hot liquid to fill his mouth. He too was very, very excited. As the boy opened his mouth slightly Jean gently put her nipple in his mouth.

“Suck on it my darling – bite it.” The boy went over the edge. He yelped as his spunk shot into George’s mouth. George, letting it escape from the side of his mouth used his tongue to gather up the last drops from the tiny slit. Wanting his own relief he moved back up the bed and taking his own cock in his hand he pressed it against the boys’ softening dick and furiously made himself ejaculate on him. Jean leant on one elbow and watched with her hand between her legs.

Lying back on the bed, they all quietly and quickly drifted off to sleep. Jean was hoping that she – and the boy – would wake at least once before morning. George, his sexual urge for the moment satisfied, couldn’t believe what his wife had encouraged him to do. He couldn’t believe the things she had said – how she had manipulated the situation. She had become wanton, depraved and reckless. George felt a little scared. She wasn’t even intoxicated, he told himself! She had done it all while stone cold sober! He wondered whether it was all getting out of control.

The shaking of the bed awoke George from his slumbers. He had slept well but the activity that was going on next to him was a little too much to sleep through. Opening his eyes he caught sight of his wife looking down on him. She was sitting up astride the boy moving around as though she was riding a horse. George realised the boys cock was inside her and she was bucking and grinding down on the boy, her tits swinging in the air. Nothing was said. She smiled at her husband then closed her eyes to concentrate the pleasure. George lay there watching until several minutes later he heard her cry out – then bucking and grinding Escort faster and harder she reached her climax. Collapsing down beside the boy with a sigh the room once again became still and silent until eventually all fell asleep.

Morning came and George awoke to find himself alone in the bed. He went downstairs to find his wife sat with a coffee in the kitchen.

“Would you like some breakfast?” she said. “There is only us – our guest left very early.”

George nodded and poured himself a coffee. He wondered if the boy had fled with fright of Jean’s insatiable sexual appetite. He wondered also what was going through his wife’s head this morning.

Old habits are hard to break. George and Jean, being the sort of couple they were didn’t discuss such things in detail – not in the cold light of day.

Throughout the next couple of days George, without actually saying so, made it clear he wanted to avoid any contact with their new acquaintances. He had decided it would be a good idea if they cooled things down a little. Although he enjoyed Jean showing herself to other men – and yes, under the right circumstances enjoyed watching her have sex with others – he felt she was out of control. He had to get his head around this – it was like she was a different woman. We have to slow down – not get carried away – he reasoned to himself. When he played the scenes over again in his mind he still found it hard to believe the things she said – the things she had done.

Jean acted quite normally, although she was a little disappointed that they hadn’t invited the boys’ round. She had really expected them to be “eager beavers” almost beating the door down to get in. Unknown to her, George had spoken to them – while the couple had been out Paul had collected his gear. George had left a note saying he thought it best if they had some time on their own. He wanted a return to normality.

The sixth morning after the adventure with the boys found Jean feeling somewhat restless. George had to go into town but she declined the suggestion they should both go saying she would have a shower and reminded him that even though it was a holiday cottage, someone still had to take time out to do some housework. George thought that that was quite a reasonable comment and happily left the house on his own to travel into town.

Working very hard, Jean soon straightened the house and completed all the necessary chores. Undressing and stepping into the shower she bathed, then drying herself she looked at the clock. It was nearly time for the postman to call – she would have to listen out for him. Not that she really needed to answer the door – mostly he put it through the letter- box like a postman should. Just every now and then she met him coming down the path and had a few words with him – just to be sociable. Sometimes she’d noticed him giving her a very lustful look – like when she had forgotten to fasten her shirt properly or let her dressing gown come slightly apart – accidentally of course.

To day she would probably have a chat to him – if she were dressed in time. She selected a lilac coloured bra and panties – very shear – the purple-red ring of her aureole and hard nipples was easily visible through the silky cloth. First she put on the bra, then a white suspender belt contrasting nicely with the lilac – then slowly rolled the stockings up her legs. She was too slow – the postman could be heard walking up the gravel driveway.

“I’ll throw one of George’s shirts around me and have a quick word with him,” she said, talking to herself. “Haven’t time to put my panties on.” She reached the door just as the postman was turning to leave.

“Oh, hello! Thought I heard someone. It’s very warm again isn’t it? I’ve just had a refreshing shower – I was getting dressed.”

The postman looked at Jean with open mouth and was lost for words. She was decent – but, well – not decent. The shirt was unfastened and held together in the middle by her left hand. Because she was bunching it up it made the top and bottom separate slightly. The postman could see a line of bare flesh right down her front broken only by the strip of lilac material joining the cups of her bra. His gaze from knee up showed stocking tops and a little white flesh slightly visible through the slit – the hem of the shirt was just above mid-thigh. How was it possible to show so much and yet – not really show anything.

They exchanged a few comments and as Jean talked she observed the lustful expression on his face. This morning it was particularly lustful. His eyes darted from her head to her toes while he spoke. “So where’s your hubby this morning?” he asked.

“He’s gone into town – he’ll be a while yet,” she answered. Jean made no attempt to go back into the house and was happy to stay and chat. The postman carried on enjoying the sight wondering if the housewife was hinting at something. His leering and lustful looks became quite blatant and he was well aware that Jean knew where his eyes kept drifting. She was deciding whether to pick up the letters from the small porch-way table, where the postman had deposited them. To open them she would have to use both hands – her shirt would come open and he would see that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

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How We Got into Porn Ch. 04

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I was making coffee in the kitchen when Maria came in looking mischievous, her hands behind her back. She wore dark-framed glasses and light yellow dress. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

“What’s up with you?” I asked.

“Don’t think I forgot,” she said, “It’s your birthday!” She brought forth a small, wrapped package from behind her back and presented it to me.

“I’d almost forgotten, myself,” I said as I accepted it and toyed with the bow.

“Go ahead,” she coaxed.

I undid the wrapping paper and removed the lid from the paper box. Inside was an watch with an elegant metal band.

“You never wear one, so I thought maybe you would try it,” she said.

“I love it!” I said, snapping it onto my wrist.

“I’m glad,” Maria said shortly, and dropped to her knees. She took hold of my belt and pulled me closer. I reached over and grabbed the camera off of the countertop.

“How about we turn this birthday party into your audition?” I asked, opening the viewfinder. Maria paused in thought.

“Alright,” she said, and began unbuckling me. I turned on the camera and caught her still grappling with my pants. They fell around my ankles and Maria giggled. She kissed it and played with it, staring up into the camera as my cock expanded to its full size in her mouth.

“Is this your first time on film, Maria?” I asked.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, getting it all the inside her.

She worked on me like she really needed a job, slurping and licking, moving her head back and forth rapidly. Something about being on camera makes a girl really cut loose, and Maria was no exception. She smiled up at me as she licked the head of my dick, looking like a sexy librarian with her glasses and pulled-back hair.

“Are you ready for the money shot?” I asked.

“Ooh, yeah. Give me your cum. I want it all over my face,” she pleaded, pouting her lips. She pumped my cock and pointed it at her open mouth. I went a little weak in the knees as I started to come, and she flinched just a bit as the first stream slapped against her cheek and into the corner of her eye. She squinted the one eye and I kept shooting, covering her entire face in long ropes of cum. She squeezed the last drops onto her lip and took me back in her mouth, sucking me dry. She slapped my dick on her cheeks and smeared the cum around, breaking into laughter as she finished her work.

“Can I have a job now?” she asked smiling into the camera, little strings of cum dripping from her lips and chin.

“I think so, I just have to pass the tape along to my boss,” I said, making her laugh as she wiped a hand across her mouth. I started to wonder if she wanted to act; to really be one of the actresses on our website.

Later on that day I caught Maria at her computer watching our video greedily. I walked up behind and placed my hands on her shoulders: “You thinking about hiring that girl?” I asked.

“I like it,” she said. “It has a totally different feel from the other videos we’ve shot so far.”

“Well, that’s because you’re in it,” I said.

“Yeah, but that’s not all. It’s how it’s just you holding the camera; it just feels different, in a good way. I think you should start shooting videos like this, in addition to the normal scenes.”

“Are you going to put this up on the site?” I asked.

“No, not right now, anyway,” she said, “I like it, but I’m not sure that I want to commit to having my face on the internet like that. Maybe someday. But you should use Lauren. We still need tons more videos. Just shoot some whenever, days when we’re not shooting a full scene.”

“Yeah but you’re always gone, running around town looking for equipment and investors and stuff,” I added.

“I don’t need to be here. Just make sure to tell me about it so I know to put it on my computer and edit it; otherwise I’ll end up erasing it when we shoot.”

I realized then that I had an excuse to mess around with Lauren; as long as we filmed it, it would be ok. Lauren doesn’t feel neglected, and no one gets their feelings hurt. I hoped this would be a resolution to the Lauren problem.

“Why don’t you mention it to her, first,” I said, “Just so she’s comfortable with it.”


Maria was gone a lot those days, indeed, leaving Lauren and I shut up in the house together. She would run around working on the business, and we had a lot of time on our hands. That we grew close shouldn’t come as a surprise; pent up so much with just the two of us, we were bound to end up either bonding or hating each other. But that was all to come, and since our unexpected sexual encounter the week before, we had tiptoed around one another awkwardly.

It was Monday. After the three of us had breakfast together at the kitchen table, Maria through a purse on her shoulder and headed out for the day; she had a meeting with a rich gentleman who she hoped would invest in our company. I had money. I had the house, the car, and I was bankrolling the business. But my funds were limited; everything Kumköy escort I had came from my parents, who stuffed my bank account without much thought and figured it was all for college. So when Maria demanded fifty thousand dollars for cameras, lenses, lights, and about a million other little things, I knew it was much more than I could get my hands on. She was adamant, though, that we would need at least this much to get our business off the ground.

So we looked for investment. Maria was the only one with any real business experience, knowing how and what to present to someone, so she made the calls. And she went at it with remarkable persistence and equanimity; it is very difficult to get a man with money to meet with you if you are looking for money to make pornography. Maria was shot down constantly, sometimes with outrage and disgust on the part of the investor, who had to have known what it would be about, but when confronted with the details couldn’t muster the civility to pony up or gracefully refuse.

On this day, Maria had a meeting with man who owned several pubs around the city. I’d actually been the connection in this case, as I’d hung around one of his bars late one night last week and had spoken with him –both of us drunk- about the business. Our drunkenness could not be discounted, but he seemed genuinely interested in our project and had given me his number and told me to give him a call next week.

Maria left waving and jingling the car keys at Lauren and I sipping coffee on the couch. The door closed and the television was tuned to some vampire movie broadcast far too early in the day for my taste. But I watched anyway, wondering if the bright morning light streaming into the house would melt the fanged teenagers off the screen.

“Change it,” I said, stretching my arm to give Lauren a push on the shoulder.

“No,” she responded without budging, pretending I wasn’t really there.

“We’ve already seen this. Just see what else is on,” I insisted.

“I like this movie; I don’t remember what happens.”

“We watched this last week!” I complained, stretching my arm toward the screen. I saw her crack a slight smile, so I lunged for the remote in her hands. She fell back and resisted and I held her down and plucked the controller from her outstretched hand.

“Thank you,” I said, settling back in my place on the couch, flipping through the channels.

“This, is an outrage!” Lauren yelled and hurled herself against me. She straddled my lap and tried for the remote, which I held behind my head.

“It’s too damn early for vampires!” I yelled. “And when we watched it last week you made fun of it the whole time!” She continued to grope for the remote as I passed it from hand to hand.

Before she could seize it, I wrapped my arms around her back, holding the controller fast against her, and with her arms still flailing behind my head, she fell unbalanced against me; her big, soft tits smothering my face.

“Ok, you win!” she yelled, her head almost behind mine. I loosened my grip and she settled back in my lap, looking me in the face blankly. “What do you want to watch?” she asked.

“I don’t know yet, I can’t see the TV,” I said, “If you want to see a movie, I’ll find another movie.” I tried not to stare at her chest, heaving under a pink tank top. My hands rested on her hips automatically, without thinking. I realized I wasn’t just resting my hands on her, but gripping her, just slightly, my fingers testing the firmness of her ass. She wore small grey shorts of terry cloth. Her skin felt soft and good through the cotton, softer than you would think if you looked at a picture. She continued to look at me with her blank expression, the one that tells you that whatever happens next is for you to decide and won’t be second-guessed.

I started to say, “Um, did Maria tell you that she wants us to start making movies on our own time?” but Lauren interrupted me with an affirmative, “Uh huh,” and kissed me. My hand moved over the back of her ass in the grey shorts and rested in her crotch, massaging the warmth there. I could feel the outline of her pussy through the fabric, even pushing it slightly into her as I felt her. I reached under her shirt with my other hand and unhooked her bra in a single motion.

She sat back for me to pull her shirt off, panting at me with rosy cheeks and her mouth half-open. The pink blouse peeled over her breasts and her bra flopped into our lap, her tits heaving slightly, big, exposed, and erect. I leaned in to appreciate them, squeezing and sucking on them as she coached me to explore the limit of what she considered the pleasure side of pain. She told me to bite, then stopped me when it was too hard; made me pull on them like they would come off, then tell me to let them rest. Lauren had perfect tits. Tits can be perfect in a number of ways; perfectly small and tight, perfectly puffy, perfectly big and saggy, perfectly plastered with silver-dollar nipples, perfectly tiny with nipples Kumköy escort bayan like dimes, perfectly erect and brown like milk duds. I could go on. It’s not a science, but double C’s on a petite girl, crowned with nipples like ripe pink blueberries is one way to do it. That was Lauren.

I pulled her shorts to one side and her pussy spilled into my hand. She was very wet and she moved her hips as I explored her with my fingers. There was no more mention of making a movie that day; we didn’t. We stripped and made love on the couch; it didn’t feel like casual sex, it felt like making love. The way she looked in my eyes when she came, it was just different. And it was a little frightening. With Maria gone all day, we had to fill the time with something, so we went to the zoo, came back and went swimming. It was fun and dangerous; we were sabotaging our business before it even began.


Soon classes began and I had to divide my time between studying at the University and working on the business at home. I took a very light course load that fall so I could give my other career the attention it deserved. Maria had secured a small investment from a local man who probably agreed to it on the off-chance he would get to come to the set or something. We issued no such promises, but the fantasy was strong enough to get him to open his wallet. It was enough to purchase a nice camera and several lenses to use for still photography, something we had forgotten to include in our initial enthusiasm. We were still short, though. It became evident that finding someone to host the site would be much more expensive than we’d thought.

Lauren, Maria and I had all expected the most difficult part of the business would be recruiting starlets. But that part was easy. And after our first couple of movies with Milana, she also started working as a talent scout. She taught dance classes at the theater and two other local colleges, giving her ample opportunity to spot the kind of girls we were looking for. And she was good at it.

The first girl she brought us was a college girl who’d been taking Milana’s dance class, and had asked her for some private lessons of the pole dancing variety. They bonded that way, and soon Milana nudged this girl in our direction. Her name was Ashley. She was twenty, a dirty-blonde with a tight body; small tits but a cute round butt. She was slightly nervous, but excited and mostly happy and smiling about the purpose for which she’d come. Lauren, Maria and I were seated at our desk in the living room and we got up to great her.

“Hi guys, this is Ashley,” said Milana, introducing us individually.

We went through the preliminaries and I ended with, “Any questions?”

“No. I know why I’m here, let’s do this. Just tell me what to do,” she said.

Maria got up and started getting the video camera ready, and Lauren fitted the still camera with a different lens. Maria had taught Lauren how to use the camera so we could basically do everything at one time.

“Alright, strip!” Maria commanded. Ashley stood and pulled her white blouse over her head, then began unbuckling her jeans as Lauren snapped photos. She stood smiling in matching pink underwear.

“Let me see those little titties,” Maria coaxed. Ashley unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, revealing her small, firm breasts, capped with half-dollar puffy nipples.

“I’m small, I know,” Ashley giggled.

“No, you’re gorgeous. And perfectly proportioned,” Maria said. “Now why don’t you turn around and show us your cute little butt.” Ashley turned and shook a little for the camera. She had a symmetrical tattoo on the small of her back that reminded me of the bat symbol. Then she doubled over and touched her toes, her pink panties curling into a big pink heart. The bottom of the heart swelled and wrinkled with the shape of her pussy lips.

“You want to climb up on this table and let our boy play with you a little bit?” Maria asked.

“Yes, please!” she said, standing back up and crawling onto the desk. “How do you want me?”

“Just lie down on your back,” I said. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under those little panties.” She bit her lip to stifle a smile and lifted her hips as I slowly peeled the pink cotton off her. Ashley had a slight, healthy tan than covered her entire body evenly. Her pussy was completely hairless and smooth, and glistened with arousal.

“Do you like to masturbate, Ashley?” I asked.

“Um, yes,” she answered.

“Why don’t you show us?” I encouraged her. She reached between her legs and felt herself, slipping a finger inside herself and withdrawing it to spread the lubrication. She began to breathe heavily as she massaged the top of her vagina with one hand, rubbing it vigorously.

“Ooh!” she cooed as her petting produced wet, slippery noises.

“Are you ready for a dick in your mouth?” asked Maria, focusing on Ashley’s face. She nodded her head. I took my pants off and she flipped over on her stomach, studying Escort Kumköy my crotch as I pulled my cock out. She took it into her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked. She stopped and looked up at me.

“Are we going to have sex?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied. I moved her small body around on the desk with ease, getting her in the missionary position on the edge of the desk. I told her, “Pull your legs back and hold them against your chest.” She complied, holding her knees flat against the desktop beside her breasts.

“Like this?” Ashley asked.

“That’s good,” said Maria, “You’re doing great, baby. You’re so beautiful.” Lauren moved around the desk, getting Ashley in this vulnerable position from different angles. Her pussy was swollen and pink and the area all around it was covered in her own juices. I took my cock in hand and toyed with Ashley, slapping it against her cunt. I rubbed it in circles around her wet lips, edging them open just a little with my head. She took big, lusty breaths while I teased her to full attention, begging for it with her body language.

I eased into her slowly. Ashley took sharp breaths and grimaced as her pussy stretched to accommodate me. We could all tell it was more than she was used to.

“You’re doing great, baby,” Maria said, running her hand through Ashley’s hair.

“It’s really big,” Ashley said. I worked my way deeper inside until I bumped into her cervix.

“Ow!” she yelped.

“Sorry, Ashley,” I said, “I just want to see how much of it you can handle. We’ll go slow.” I pulled back so just my head was keeping her open, and moved in and out slowly. She looked into my eyes with stunned, lusty arousal at this whole new situation she found herself in.

“Oh, it feels so good,” she said, “Go faster.” I increased my pace, but didn’t stick it all the way in. She was very tight. When I pulled back her pussy lips clung to my shaft like a damn rubber band. “Do it harder,” she commanded. “Please?” she added.

“I don’t know if you can handle it, Ashley,” I said.

“No, it feels good now. I was just scared at first. I want it hard.”

“Ok, but I don’t think your boyfriend’s going to be very happy. I’m going to wreck this little pussy,” I cautioned her.

“I don’t care, just give it to me!” she said. I pushed into her forcefully and she let out a loud “Ugh!” But she didn’t grimace, she liked it. I started pounding her hard and fast, and she jerked her head from side to side, crying out in ecstasy. “Wreck my little pussy, you fucking fuck!” she yelled. I let her come, then pulled out and her cunt gaped open.

“Roll over on your tummy, Ashley,” I said. She stared at me with a look of frustrated confusion, her mouth hanging open. She rolled over and lay flat on the desk. I got onto the desk and stood up. I reached under her hips and pulled them up to get her in the doggy pose. Crouching down, I fitted my cock back into her tight little hole. I fucked her deep, standing with my knees bent as she grunted like an animal, staring wide-eyed into the camera.

“Okay, Ashley, when I pull out I want you to swing around and get on your knees so I can come in your face.”

“Uh-huh!” she said in between grunts. I pulled out and she knelt beneath me. She smiled, looked up and stuck her tongue out. I felt the orgasm building and I gushed hot streams of milky cum onto her tongue. She stared up at me with her eyes open until I was finished, cum dripping from her nose and tongue.

“You did great, Ashley!” Maria said. “How do you like being covered in cum?”

“I like it,” she said, smiling and licking her lips.

“Don’t move,” said Maria, “Let Lauren take a few more shots of your pretty face.”

I went into the kitchen and opened a beer while the girls finished up. Maria let Ashley use the shower and sent her home.

That was how things went at first. I went to class three days a week, and when I was off, either Lauren or Milana would bring over a fresh piece of ass. We had one, two, sometimes three girls audition each week, and then those girls would come back to act out some other scene, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes as a group.

Ashley was cute, very cute, but she was toward the lower end of our talent spectrum. One of those girls who looks good because she’s twenty and tight, but probably won’t settle into womanly beauty in ten years; she’s just cute. But the next two girls she brought over were both friends of hers from Europe, perfect human specimens with tits that defied gravity and the faces of angels.

I couldn’t fucking believe the quality of the girls they were bringing over. None of them were prostitutes or into drugs or shit like that; the things we’ve come to associate with the pornography business. They were all just good girls with a bit of a wild streak. And the reason they came to us and fucked onscreen was because we were all young and unassuming. We were the same as them –kids in college wanting to experience life to the fullest. When Milana brought over a cute wannabe dancer and she saw our business was just me and a few other beautiful young women, it put the girl right at ease. That was our edge. Maria knew it and said so from early on. That was our wedge in the door into a huge, daunting industry. And we were about to blow up.

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How It Started

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Some years ago, when I was 20 and a junior in college, I had a serious boyfriend Mike. We were in love and we spent all our free time together. The sex was great, but after fucking each other exclusively for over a year, Mike made occasional noises that it might be fun for us to try other people for a while. I shot that down fast.

I did realize we were young, and I was only the third girl Mike had ever slept with, and I guessed it was natural for him to want to sample others. That’s the way men are programmed. But women are not, and I had no desire to spread my legs for anyone else. So I ignored these remarks of Mike after I would shoot them down, and then I tried to give him great sex to keep him happy.

I told my best friend Mary (my name is June) about these periodic problems with Mike and his wanderlust. She suggested trying out unusual things, like strange positions, or strange situations. I thought about this, and decided it was worth a shot.

One day I took him to the local park near our college around dusk. We walked hand and hand and drank from a nice bottle of red wine I had brought along. As it got dark, the park began to empty out, and soon we were almost alone in the park. I sat Mike down on a park bench surrounded by a grove of trees, took out his cock, and gave him a blowjob. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it all. Mike was really surprised. Shocked would be a better description.

“June, that was the most erotic thing I have ever done. You are amazing, and awesome. I love you madly,” he said. I smiled at him, took his hand and we took a romantic walk and finished off the bottle. There was no more talk of us sleeping around for a couple of months.

When Mike began to get his wanderlust again, I took off my panties and changed into a short dress. The dress barely came down to a couple of inches below my privates. I got a bottle of red wine and took him back to the same park. He thought he knew what was coming, and he had the smile of the Cheshire cat on his face. But I surprised him.

I once again sat him down, on the same bench, took out his cock and sucked it hard. It was just about hard when I started, and a minute after I began it was rock hard. He was ready for me. I stopped sucking, and Mike protested. “Sssh,” I said.

I lifted my dress, exposing my cunt to him, and then sat down on his cock, letting my skirt fall around us, so any passers by could not explicitly see what was going on, even if they could easily infer. We quietly and passionately fucked. He put his hands on my hips and helped me to ride his cock up and down, right there out in the open on “our” park bench.

Something happened to me that night, that it took quite some time before I understood. It was clear Mike was truly excited and turned on by my wanton behavior. But so was I. Behind the bench I saw a man watching us from a distance. I pretended not to notice him.

When Mike shot his load into me I groaned in pleasure a bit too loudly. It was for Mike’s benefit as well as my own, of course, but I also wanted our voyeur to hear it. Then I got off him, lifted my short skirt high, and said to Mike, “See your gorgeous cum in my pussy? Do you like that?”

Mike nodded, and his cock stirred. I took him home and fucked him silly. But my open, brazen display was not so much for Mike as it was for my silent voyeur, and any other possible voyeurs behind us. It was only much later I realized I was an exhibitionist. The only thing I knew just then was that I was super turned on, and wanted more sex. A lot more.

After the outdoor fuck in the park, I had him wrapped around my little finger. He was in awe of me, and I could do no wrong. This too wore off after a couple of months. I was in despair. Once again Mary came to the rescue.

Mike’s younger cousin Steve, a freshman at a nearby college, was coming to visit Mike for the weekend. Mary suggested we put on a show for him. I was a bit incredulous. “You mean let Steve watch us fuck? Are you nuts?”

Mary said, “Men love that. They love to show off their women. They’re all perverts you know.”

“Have you ever…” I began to ask, when Mary stopped me by nodding. “Wow,” I said, “Could you tell me about it?” She did. It was with a previous boyfriend, and he too had wanderlust, my term for men who want to sample other women. She had practiced what she had been preaching to me.

Apparently it had worked for a year or so, but then they broke up. The exhibitionist sex had kept him in line the longest, though. “What was it like?” I asked.

“Oh God June,” she said, “It was like nothing else I had ever experienced. I found it so erotic that I had the most massive orgasms of my life. I will never forget.” She quickly added, “But it was freaky, too, and I’ll never do it again. It is just a wonderful memory.”

“Is it safe?” I asked. “I mean what if the guy watching wants…”

Mary once again interrupted, “No, it is definitely not safe. The guy watching will want sloppy seconds, or he’ll think you’re easy Side Escort and try something behind Mike’s back, and if Mike wants him to take you it will be hyper awkward. It is fraught with problems.”

“But it’s wonderful,” she added, her voice having a dreamy quality. “For me it was worth the risk. If you do it, you will never forget it, even if you might ultimately lose Mike that way.”

I was impressed. Mary had never opened up like this with me before. Usually she is a private person. I said, “It’s the visit of Mike’s cousin Steve that is why you are telling me this now, right?”

“Yes, that’s what gave me the idea. From what I know of Mike, it might be highly effective in keeping him hooked on you,” Mary said.

Steve came on Thursday afternoon. Mike had bought an air mattress for him to sleep on. Since I have a roommate, my room provides no privacy so our sex life is based at Mike’s place. With Steve there, we had nowhere to have sex. But it was only for a weekend.

Mike took me out for dinner, and he surprised me when he asked to tell me something in complete confidence. I said, “Sure,” but I was nervous since I had no idea what he was going to say.

“It’s about my cousin Steve,” he said, and I got relaxed. It was not about some problem Mike had, or that Mike had with me. Mike continued, “Steve has never had sex. He’s never even kissed a girl, or felt the lusciousness of a girl’s breasts. He’s never even seen a girl naked.”

This surprised me, but I knew there were men who were shy and took a while to open up to women, and I told Mike this. Or maybe he was gay? Mike assured me he was not gay, and moreover he wanted Mike to set him up with someone. I had some friends, but Mike made clear he wanted sex, not a relationship. I did not have any friends who would be up for something like that.

“This is why the world has, and has always had, prostitutes” I said, and then quickly added, “My love.”

“Yes of course I realize that,” Mike said, “But Steve is religious, and is forbidden to use them.”

“I see,” I said, even if I had no idea where this was going. I excused myself to go to the women’s room, and from there I gave a quick call to Mary.

“What’s going on?” I desperately asked Mary, knowing the conversation had to be short.

“No sugar coating, June. Mike wants you to seduce his cousin and introduce him to the wonders of sex with a nice girl,” she said. As soon as she said it, I realized that is what Mike had been building up to. “Shock him by suggesting it before he does. But then remember you’ll have to do it. So only shock him this way if you are willing. Is Steve at least cute?”

“Yeah, he’s attractive. Maybe you want to do him?” I asked.

“No way, babe. You know I’m not like that. Mike wants you to fuck Steve. It’s probably a fantasy he has. He may even want to watch!” Mary said.

“Thanks, Mary, this has been eye opening. You’re the greatest. Gotta get back now, thanks again,” I said and we hung up. I returned to our table.

“You want me to help out Steve, don’t you?” I asked Mike. He just looked down at the tablecloth; he was embarrassed. “If I do, will you love me forever? You can watch if you want to.”

“You would do that for me?” Mike said.

“Don’t make me say it again. I would do anything for you; don’t you know that, lover?”

Friday night the three of us went out to dinner. Mike and I had agreed Mike would speak to Steve, and tell him it was okay with him if he put the moves on me. I am not sure what else he told Steve, but it must have been good, because Steve was a nervous wreck at dinner.

I had told Mike to tell Steve that this was one of our “no underwear Fridays,” something we did for fun on Fridays, just the two of us. This was not true, and in fact I had never gone out without underwear other than that time I fucked Mike in our local park. It too had been a Friday. I found however that the idea excited me.

I wore a blouse with buttons, and had left open one button too many, so when I leaned forward one could see a lot of my boobs. When I sat up straight, my nipples poked at the thin fabric of my blouse, and if I leaned back for example to stretch, the shape of my boobs was visible, since the blouse was tight.

I also wore a very short skirt, and high heels. If I were to bend over keeping my legs straight, I could only imagine what someone behind me would see.

During dinner I leaned forward quite a bit, finding excuses to do so, and smiled a lot directly at Steve. At one point I leaned backward and stretched. Quite a few other men at the restaurant enjoyed looking at my boobs too when I did these little maneuvers. To my great surprise, this got me very aroused. My cunt was getting rather wet, and there were no panties to absorb the moisture.

I did not know at the time what exactly was going on with me. I had never even thought about exhibitionism in this sense. I decided to try something else. I excused myself to go to the ladies room, and Side Escort bayan when I stood from the table, I knocked a spoon off the table, pretending I was clumsy. I did it so that I could bend over to pick it up with my back to Steve, and partially also to Mike.

I locked my knees and bent over to pick it up. It was like touching one’s toes, and my entire ass was exposed to anyone lucky enough to have been behind me at the time, such as Steve and Mike. Mike told me later he and Steve could also see my entire cunt. I don’t shave or anything down there, so it was a nice furry bush they got to look at.

I put the spoon on the table, saw the look of shock on Steve’s face, and then rushed off to the ladies, where I took a stall and fingered myself. Whew, I thought, that was hot! Feeling brazen and randy, I unbuttoned another button. Now if I leaned forward one could even see my nipples. I knew, because I practiced in front of the bathroom mirror.

When I returned to the table, it was time to order dessert. Mike made a crude remark, saying he would like me for dessert. I wanted to tell him off, but I also did not want to blow this opportunity to get Mike hooked on me. So I just smiled, leaned forward giving both Mike and Steve a view of my entire boobs, and asked Steve what he wanted for dessert.

I saw that two men at the next table were openly staring at me, looking down my blouse at my display of my boobs, and I got wet with excitement. I knew then there was something wrong with me. Concentrating instead on Steve, I realized he was staring at my boobs and was rendered speechless.

I sat up straight, ending the show, although my nipples were hard and poking at the blouse even in its current partially unbuttoned state. Steve regained his composure a little, and he said, “Maybe the ice cream? What do you recommend?”

We ended up skipping dessert, since Mike said he had ice cream at this place, and he added, very crudely, “June, lean forward again and show Steve what else is available for dessert.”

I blushed deep red when he said that, but I did lean forward and said, in my best imitation of a sex kitten, “Whatever could you mean?” Steve got another good look at my entire boobs, and I could only imagine what was going on in his virginal head.

When we left the restaurant, I remarked how I had had too much to drink, and pretended to stumble and fell into Steve. I said, “Thanks for catching me, you handsome guy,” and then I gave him a nice kiss on the mouth by way of thanks. Steve was so surprised he did not kiss back.

“Did you not like my kiss?” I asked, in my best imitation of the purr of a sex kitten. “Let me try again,” I said, and I put my arms around Steve’s neck, pulled him into me, and kissed him long and lingeringly.

Steve learned how to kiss in real time, and I pried open his mouth and stuck my tongue in it, French kissing him. He groaned in appreciation. I rubbed our loins together and felt his rock hard cock through his clothes. Finally I broke the kiss. We were in the street, right outside the restaurant.

“Thanks again for catching your cousin’s drunk girlfriend,” I said. I had removed my earring while we kissed and then dropped it. I said, “Oh! My earring!” and I did another locked knee toe-touching bend to pick it up, giving Steve another nice view of my ass and cunt.

We began the walk home, and I walked between the two men, with my arms around each of them, “for support” I explained. It’s true I was a little tipsy from the wine with dinner, but I was not nearly as drunk as I was pretending to be.

Mike’s hand slipped up my skirt and caressed my bare ass as we walked. He was pushing up my skirt so that anyone behind us could see my ass, I was sure.

When we got back to Mike’s place, Mike suggested we play cards, and we played poker. I soon lost all my chips and had to quit the game. My shoes were off for comfort, but Mike said with a twinkle in his eye that he would give me $10 in chips for my blouse.

“You’re kidding, right?” I said.

“That way we can continue the game,” Mike said.

“You’ll give me my blouse back later?” I asked, pretending to be naïve. Mike nodded, smiling broadly. Steve was quiet and I think in shock at Mike’s suggestion. They both knew I had no underwear on.

I stood up, turned my back to the men, and slowly and (I hope) sexily removed my blouse. I sat back down, with my hands covering my boobs. My boobs are a little bigger than my hands, so I could only cover most of them.

At this point I should tell you that I have a nice body, with curves in all the right places, and if anything, I’m a little on the skinny side, but not too much.

Mike leaned over to give me my $10 of poker chips, and then playfully pushed me. My arms shot out automatically to stop my fall, and now my breasts were completely exposed. “Very clever, asshole,” I said to Mike, but then I undid the slur with a smile.

I quickly lost all my chips again. I think Mike was Escort Side cheating: he is pretty smooth with how he shuffles and deals the cards. Anyway, he offered $10 more chips if I would lend him my skirt. This time he put on some music, and I stood up and did a little strip tease as I took off my skirt. Of course, there were no panties to remove.

Now I was naked. I complained, saying, “Boys, I am now naked. Aren’t the two of you a bit overdressed?” Mike smiled and stripped down to his briefs. Steve however just sat there. I crawled over to him and kissed him and this time he kissed me right back. I took off his shirt, kissed him again, and then undid his pants and pulled them off. I left him in his briefs. I kissed his chest, and kissed his briefs where his cock was tenting them.

“That’s much better,” I said, giggling.

I lost my chips again, and said in my sex kitten purr, “I have nothing left to offer for more chips. I guess the game is over.”

Mike said, just as I thought he would, “Well June, I disagree. You have a lot to offer. Don’t you agree, Steve?”

Finally, Steve spoke. “June, I’ll give you all my chips for another one of those amazing kisses.”

“Just a kiss?” I said. He nodded, looking sheepish. “How about a little more? You have such a big tent in your briefs, you know.” I looked at Mike. He nodded, and smiled. Steve looked scared. No, not scared: he looked terrified.

I said, “I won’t bite,” and Steve came over and kissed me again. I kissed back, and as we kissed he tentatively touched my boobs. To encourage him I moaned, and it worked: he began to caress my boobs. He kissed and fondled my boobs for a long time.

When he finally stopped, I lay down and said, “God, I am so turned on,” and I spread my legs a little. I began to finger myself. “Take off your briefs, Steve, and come over here,” I said.

He did. He could not find my entrance, so I took his cock in my hand and guided it in.

Steve said, “Oh my God,” did one pump in and out, and immediately shot a load into me. I smiled, and crawled over and cleaned off his cock with my mouth, and then kept my mouth on his cock and began to give him a slow blowjob. He lost his fear and began to fondle my boobs as I sucked him. Only minutes later his cock was rock hard.

“Let’s do this again,” I said, and I guided his cock back into my pussy. He knew what to do. He gave me a nice, long, satisfying fuck. He kissed me while we fucked, and he played with my boobs, too. When he was done, I looked at Mike. This is what he had wanted, I knew. I did not know he wanted more, although in retrospect I should have.

Mike beckoned me and I crawled over, and he put me on all fours and fucked the bejesus out of me. Steve watched in rapt attention. When Mike was done, Steve took me another time, now his third, and when Steve was done, Mike took me again, this time in missionary position.

Both men fucked me in the morning, too, one after the other. We went to brunch, and then they took me home and I let Mike fuck me while I blew his cousin. This was of course my first time servicing two men at once. My orgasm was over the top.

We had one more wild session before Steve had to leave. Mike filmed Steve and me doing it, being careful not to film my face, or so he said. He gave a copy to Steve. Steve wanted to see me again, but I said no, I loved Mike and this weekend had been a one-time thing. He should find some girls at his own college, now that he knew what he was doing.

Mike told me later Steve fucked a girl in his chemistry class the very next weekend. She had been a virgin, too.

The first time after Steve went home that I fully realized I was an exhibitionist was when Mike decided to take me out to the countryside one Saturday. It was spring, and that particular day was very warm. Mike drove to a small lake where we had a picnic. We were alone. Mike wanted to go for a swim.

“I wish you had told me we were going to a lake,” I said, “I would have brought a bathing suit.” After a lot of discussion, Mike pressured me to into skinny-dipping. We went in the lake naked, splashed around and had a lot of fun. I found it very erotic to be naked like that where in theory anyone could come and discover us there naked.

Apparently Mike found it erotic, too, since he started feeling up my boobs as we played in the water. One thing led to another and he ended up taking me on the shore of the lake. I had discovered he liked it when I was noisy, so I let myself go and moaned loudly as he nailed me, and in fact I had a screaming orgasm.

When we finished, after Mike had shot his load deep inside me, I heard a splash, and at the other end of the lake several other students from our school were also skinny-dipping. They had to have heard my moans and my scream, but fortunately they were ignoring us. I was horribly embarrassed, and shamed, but also had other erotic feelings I did not understand.

I went back into the water for modesty, and Mike joined me. The other students swam over to us, and they were all boys. Shit. It was not easy, but I maintained my aplomb, and even though I was nude in the water in front of four nude guys I did not know, plus of course Mike, I let them introduce themselves and carried on polite conversation.

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Tricia moaned some beneath her husband as his cock hammered away at her. After a few more minutes Ed grunted and shot his cum deep within her pussy. He rolled off of her and sighed, echoing his wife’s feelings of dissatisfaction.

Ed and Tricia were both in their late thirties and had been married for close to ten years. They had met in college and dated for a few years before taking the plunge together. And at first, they were totally satisfied with each other. Ed was a tall man, standing over 6’ and with a strong body toned from years of working out and staying shape. He owned his own landscaping company and refused to let others do the work that he could do himself. Tricia was an attractive woman, with olive colored skin that reflected her Sicilian heritage. She had black hair that made people think of midnight, curly and hanging past her shoulders. She had similarly dark eyes and great body, long legs with just enough on her thighs to make them desirable. Her C-cup tits had just the hint of sag to them, again enough to make them seem real and full. Both Ed and Tricia’s sex life had been wonderful, the two having large sex drives. However, throughout the years, they had both silently yearned for something else, something different. Various places, positions, and toys had come and gone and those things spiced sex up for a while, but still left them with that longing for something truly erotic.

“We have to do something about this,” Ed said.

“I know baby, I know,” Tricia replied. “I mean it’s just not the same. Your cock is still what I want, still fills me up, but…” she trailed off.

“I know what you mean,” Ed spoke, turning to his side and laying his hand on Tricia’s stomach. “Your body still gets me so hard and I love to fuck you, but…”

The two laid together in silence for more than a few minutes, until Ed finally spoke up. “What about having someone else join us one night? Maybe another man to please you?” He had this idea in his mind for the past few months, but was nervous to bring it up with Tricia. Ed loved his wife more than anything, and had not liked the idea that their sex life might suffer so much that she would seek excitement elsewhere. He did not wish to share his wife, but with the right person involved, Ed thought a threesome would be just what they needed.

Tricia rolled over onto her side and gazed at Ed. “What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Ed said simply. “I don’t want to lose you baby. I love you so much, and maybe this is the type of change in our sex life we need. I just want you to be happy.”

Tricia smiled the smile that won her Ed and kissed him. “Baby, I would absolutely love that! I mean, if you’re comfortable with it and if we found the right guy to join us.” She rolled over on top of Ed and sat up. “Honestly, I have always wanted to be with two guys at once, but I just thought you wouldn’t be too keen with the idea.”

“Well, at first I wasn’t, but then I met this guy at work,” Ed began. “His name’s Joe and we just hired him a few months ago. We started talking about different things and I found out that he’s new in town and hasn’t really met anyone that knocked his socks off yet. And I know for a fact that he’s done this type of thing before. He told me about his ex-girlfriend who loved having two men at once. He’s the one who put the idea of a threesome in my mind.”

“Ed, if you think this guy Joe is cool, and you’re up for it, then I think this is just the kick in the pants our sex life needs,” Tricia smiled. She felt Ed’s cock spring back life and smiled again. “And I think it’s working already.”

* * * * It was about two weeks later that Joe accepted an invitation by Ed to come over one evening for dinner. Joe had been living in a small apartment in town and was eager to accept the offer of a nice, home cooked meal. Plus, Ed had sat Joe down the afternoon before and explained to him the situation with his wife. Once Joe found out that Ed wanted him to fuck his wife in a threesome, Joe was even more eager to agree. It had been far too long since he was in this type of situation.

Joe was a handsome man, and when Tricia answered the door and saw him for the first time, she nearly fucked him on the doorstep. Joe was also a tall man, a little shorter than Ed, but with a similar build from working outside all of his life. Where Ed had a mop of black hair, Joe had curly light brown hair that matched his brown eyes. “You must be Joe,” Tricia said and greeted the man to their home.

“And you must be Tricia,” Joe Belek escort smiled, looking Ed’s wife up and down. Tricia had worn a simple, yet flattering dark blue dress that fell just beneath her ass, and was held up by two thin straps across her shoulders. It accented her body, especially her tits nicely.

The three friends had a nice dinner, that Joe simply loved. He had commented that he hadn’t had a home cooked meal like this in what seemed like ages. After dinner, Tricia told the guys to grab some beers and relax while she cleaned up. She went into the kitchen leaving Ed and Joe sitting on the couch talking. Once alone and out of sight, Tricia ran a finger along the front of her blue thong underwear and sighed softly. She was dripping wet with anticipation and hadn’t felt this eager about sex in so long. Plus, the little act Ed and she had concocted was making her feel very hot as well. While Ed had told Joe that he wanted the man to join in fucking Tricia, he did not tell Joe that Tricia knew about it. Ed had asked Joe to try and seduce his wife while over for dinner. Tricia loved the idea of this man thinking he was seducing his boss’s wife in the same house after dinner.

Tricia had finished up cleaning the dishes when she heard someone enter the kitchen. An arm slipped around her slim waist and she heard Joe’s voice. “That was a fantastic dinner Tricia, thanks for inviting me.”

“Sure thing Joe,” Tricia smiled. “Ed’s told me that your still kind of new to town and haven’t had much to eat that wasn’t delivered in quite some time.”

“Yeah, home cooked meals are the best,” Joe said. “And the women who can actually cook them are even better,” Joe finished and gave Tricia’s waist a tight squeeze, pulling her against his side.

“Thanks, now why don’t you grab another beer and go out with Ed,” Tricia said, pulling away slightly from Joe’s arm. “I’ll be out in a second.”

“I’m not really a big drinker,” Joe replied, pulling Tricia back against him and running his hand down from her waist to the side of her thigh. His fingers crept just below the short line of her dress and ran playfully along Tricia’s bare flesh. “Besides, Ed’s up stairs in the bathroom. He took the paper with him like he does at work, so I know he won’t be down for a while.”

Tricia grabbed Joe’s hand and lifted it off her thigh and returned it to her waist. “Just like Ed after dinner,” she laughed. “Play nice now Joe, I’m still a married woman. And married to your boss at that.”

Joe grinned a bit and returned his hand to the side of Tricia’s thigh. “I can always get a new job and a new boss,” he smiled. Tricia went to move his hand again, and Joe pulled her hard against his body, positioning himself behind Tricia. His other hand went to her other thigh and pressed her ass back against his pelvis. “You have such a great body Tricia, you can’t be as old as Ed.”

Tricia could feel Joe’s large erection pressed against her ass and she fought back a moan. This scenario was almost too much for her to continue, but she did. “How old do you think I am?” She asked Joe.

“Well, I’m 25, so you can’t be much older than that,” Joe answered.

“Actually I’m 38 Joe,” Tricia said and grinned when she felt Joe’s erection jump beneath his jeans.

“Tricia, you have such a sexy body for an older woman,” Joe smiled, running his hand along Tricia’s waist and thigh, up the front of her tummy and along the inside of the bare thigh beneath her dress. “All night I’ve been thinking about your body Tricia and how much I want it.” His hand then moved up underneath Tricia’s dress, his finger running along the fabric of her thong until he found her wet spot.

“Ohhhh God,” Tricia moaned as Joe’s finger began slowly moving around her thong covered pussy. “Joe, Ed could come down at any moment,” Tricia protested with no conviction. Joe ignored her and continued rubbing her wet pussy, causing Tricia to moan more and press her ass hard back against Joe’s cock. This had been what she needed, the feeling of another man touching her, wanting her, and knowing that her husband would soon join in and love her with this man. It was turning her on so much.

Joe’s other hand moved down to the hem of Tricia’s dress and grabbing some fabric, hiked it up around her waist. Turning her around, Joe leaned her back against the kitchen table and moved her dress up all the way, revealing her blue thong, wet with her juices. Tricia looked with lust into Joe’s eyes as he quickly, almost violently ripped off Belek escort bayan her dress and thong, exposing her tits and trimmed, moist pussy to his view.

“Joe, please we can’t do this. Ed, my husband, is going to find out and…mmmmmm,” Tricia started to protest, continuing her act even in this state of ultimate arousal, but when Joe’s fingers slide between her wet thighs and began to run along her pussy lips, she could only moan with pleasure.

Joe slid two of his fingers into Tricia’s pussy and worked them in and out, his mouth seeking out her nipples and sucking them hard into his mouth. Tricia wrapped her arms around his head and bit her bottom lip with pleasure as Joe finger fucked her pussy. Pulling back, Joe smiled and took off his jeans and boxers, revealing his long cock to Tricia’s wide eyes. It was so much bigger than Ed’s cock, but not as thick. Tricia slowly reached out to it, her fingers wrapping around the shaft and pumping it slowly.

“Yeah baby, you like this cock don’t you?” Joe asked as Tricia jerked him off. “I’m going to fuck you with this cock right now,” Joe stated, turning Tricia around and bending her over the kitchen table. Joe ran the tip of his cock along Tricia’s wet pussy, teasing her.

“Oh God, just do it, fuck me!” Tricia cried out, pushing her body back against Joe’s cock. Joe put his hand on the back of Tricia’s head, his fingers grabbing a handful as he thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. “OHHHH,” Tricia cried out as she felt his long cock penetrate her deep. Joe began thrusting his hard cock into her pussy, fucking Tricia hard and fast. Tricia groaned with pleasure as her pussy was assaulted by her lover’s hard member. Joe leaned forward, never breaking stride, his mouth next to Tricia’s ear and whispered, “You like this baby? Like me fucking your married pussy?”

“Oh God yes, yessss, ohhhhh,” Tricia moaned, trying to push her ass back against Joe’s thrusting. “Fuck me harder baby, fuck me. Make me feel it, feel it good,” Tricia smiled.

Joe stood up again, pulling the handful of hair and pulling Tricia’s head up, using her hair like the reins on a horse as he stepped up his tempo. Joe started fucking her so hard that the table began to slide across the length of the kitchen.

“Oh God YESSSS! MMMMMM YESSSSS!” Tricia screamed and shook with her first intense orgasm. Joe suddenly pulled out of her and led the dazed Tricia into the living room, where she saw Ed sitting, his own hard cock out, jerking it off to the sounds of his wife being fucked. Ed grinned at both his naked wife and Joe, who smiled back, still unaware that Ed and Tricia had planned this all along.

“See Ed, what did I tell you?” Joe smiled, holding Tricia’s hand and leading her over to the couch. “Your wife here just needed me to motivate her in the kitchen. Now I think she’s up for the idea of a threesome.” Tricia nodded with a large smile plastered on her face as Joe laid her on the couch, spread her legs wide and raised her legs up over his shoulders. Joe took hold of his rock hard cock and shoved it into Tricia’s wide open and drenched pussy. Tricia let out a moan as Joe began hammering away at her cunt.

Tricia looked over at her husband Ed, who was frantically jerking his cock across from her and Joe, taking in the scene before him. “Ohhh Ed,” Tricia moaned as Joe pulled back and pumped his cock back into her pussy, fucking her with so much lust filled force. “Mmmm Ed, he fucks me soooo good baby…fucking my pussy soooo hard. Come here baby,” Tricia smiled, pulling on her hard nipples. “Come here and let me suck your cock while Joe fucks me.”

Ed rose and crossed the room towards his wife and Joe. Tricia reached up towards Ed’s solid cock with her hands, but Ed pushed her grip away. He lifted his leg and hovered his cock over his wife’s mouth before grabbing her hair and shoving his cock into her eagerly awaiting mouth. “Since Joe’s fucking your pussy, I want to fuck your mouth,” Ed said, pumping his cock into Tricia’s mouth, trying to match the fast rhythm that Joe was setting with her pussy. Ed could feel his wife’s tongue swirl around his hard shaft as it slid into her mouth, his quickly filling balls slamming against her chin.

“Hey, let me in on that action up there,” Joe said, pulling out of Tricia and switching places with Ed. “After all, she is your wife and you should get to fuck her pussy too,” Joe laughed, replacing Ed’s cock in Tricia’s mouth.

“Yeah, and I’m going to fuck her pussy good,” Ed grinned, Escort Belek placing Tricia’s legs over his shoulders and began pounding away at his wife’s swollen cunt just as hard as Joe had. “Oh yeah baby, your pussy feels so good…loose and wet for my cock,” Ed moaned, pulling his cock out to the tip, then slamming it back home again. Tricia moaned loudly with Joe’s cock in her mouth as the young man fucked away in her mouth. This had been exactly what Ed and Tricia wanted, and it certainly had made for very spicy sex.

“Oh yeah baby, your mouth is as good a fuck as your pussy, mmmmmm yeah,” Joe grunted, shoving his cock deep inside Tricia’s mouth and shooting his cum down her throat.

“Mmmmm,” Tricia moaned around Joe’s cock, tasting his salty seed. Ed grabbed onto his wife’s legs and pumped away harder, his own climax coming upon him. Tricia let Joe’s cock fall from her mouth. “Oh baby, you fuck me so good, ohhhhhh yesssss,” she cried as Ed’s cock pounded into her. “Yessss ohhhhhh,” Tricia grabbed her hard nipples and pulled as her pussy spasmed around Ed’s cock in orgasm. Seeing his wife’s body shake with pleasure, Ed slammed his cock inside her once more and grunted as he exploded deep within her pussy.

Ed let Tricia’s legs drop from his shoulders and leaned down kissing her deep, tasting Joe’s cum on her tongue. “I love you baby, that’s just what we needed,” Ed grinned.

“Mm hmm,” Tricia agreed, giving Ed one more deep kiss, then blowing one to Joe, who sat back on the floor with a smile on his face.

“So, how about some wine?” Ed asked, rising up from his wife and going into the kitchen, where he plopped down on a chair with a smile. Ed was correct when he told Tricia that this night was what they needed. He hadn’t been that hard with desire for his wife for so long, and seeing her being fucked by Joe just made things even hotter. Ed’s cock had shot what seemed like gallons of cum in Tricia’s pussy, and yet Ed felt he could give her more, and very soon.

Ed poured three glasses of wine and carried them into the living room, where he stopped and laughed. Joe was lying back on the couch with Tricia on her knees giving him a blowjob. One hand slowly stroked Joe’s length, while the other cupped and played with his balls. Joe smiled at Ed and shrugged his shoulders. Tricia looked over and smiled around Joe’s cock, sucking hard and letting it fall from her lips with a smack.

“He got hard again, so I had to do something baby,” Tricia laughed.

Ed put the wine aside and walked behind his wife. “Let’s save the wine for later.”

“Yeah, I think my cock wants more of your pussy Tricia,” Joe said.

“Really? Well, how’s about this?” Tricia asked with a lopsided grin and rose herself up over Joe’s hard cock. Her hand grabbed hold of it as she lowered herself, sliding it inside her loose pussy with a sigh. “Ahhhhh yeah, that’s better,” Tricia smiled. She started riding Joe’s cock slowly at first, then she moved faster. “Suck on these,” Tricia said, giving her tits to Joe’s mouth.

Ed came up behind his wife and smacked her ass hard, causing a squeal from Tricia. “Fuck me baby,” she moaned, riding Joe’s cock while he sucked her tits. “Fuck my ass now, I want to have two hard cocks inside me, make me feel filled.”

Ed had always loved fucking his wife’s ass, and the thought of doing it while she had Joe’s cock in her pussy made him so hard. Ed grabbed onto Tricia’s hips and stopped her fucking motions. He moved the head of his cock against her ass and started to push. Tricia yelped with some pain, as it had been some time since she last had Ed’s cock in her ass. After about three thrusts, Ed shoved hard one last time and buried his cock in Tricia’s ass.

“OHHHH YESSSS,” Tricia yelled and started moving on Joe’s cock, sliding it in and out of her pussy. It didn’t take long for Ed to match her speed and was soon pumping his cock in Tricia’s ass. Joe sat on the couch, his lips sucking hard on Tricia’s nipples.

“Oh God, I feel so good, mmmmmm,” Tricia moaned. Ed couldn’t stand it anymore. The tightness of Tricia’s ass around his cock was too much, and Ed buried it deep within her ass and exploded. Tricia felt her husband’s cock twitch inside her ass, then felt the stream of cum start to flow and leak from her asshole. “Oh yeah Ed, yesssss, mmmm,” Tricia moaned and felt Ed’s cock fall with a plop from her ass. She grabbed onto Joe’s shoulders and flung her body into motion on his cock. “Yesss feels so good, ohhhh, OHHHHH,” Tricia screamed as her body shook with climax. Joe bit down onto Tricia’s nipple and with a grunt, shot his load into her pussy.

Tricia gave Joe a deep tongue kiss, then felt Ed’s hands reach around to cup her tits. “Yes sweetie,” Tricia smiled, “I think this is exactly what we needed.”

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I was late.

I was trying to get to class, it was the last week of university and I was late. I worked so hard over the years to get good grades and always attend class. I wasn’t a goody-two-shoes, just wanted to do well.

I thought I could cut through the industrial section to save some time. As I was getting closer to school, I saw a back alley that might lead me pretty close. I walked down it and saw there was a hole in a concrete wall that backed directly onto the school grounds. If I could squeeze through I could get to class in less than three minutes.

I decide to go for it, shimmying my head first, and then got my shoulders through, but I forgot I had my backpack on! It got hung up on the concrete! I tried wiggling around, in or out and couldn’t budge. With my hands by my side, and the hole being just high enough I had to be on my tippy toes, I couldn’t move. It was then I realised today was not a good day to wear a dress..

Fast forward two minutes. A student was walking near. I call him over. I recognize him from one of my classes but don’t really know him. He’s popular, athletic, and probably doesn’t know who I am. I explain my situation and ask him to walk around and try an unfree my bag. He says,

“That’s where I recognize you from; you’re the smart girl that sits at the front of my anthropology class. This must be killing you, you’re not there now.”

I laugh it off, and he agrees to try and help me. As I sit there waiting for him to go around, I think to myself, hey, at least he knows I exist. That’s more than usual for guys like him.

As he approaches me I hear him say through the wall,

“You know, black is a good color on you,”

I looked and saw my dress was blue? Alanya escort Then it hit me, I was wearing black panties! My dress must have flipped up as I was trying to wiggle free. Flush with embarrassment, I ask him to fix my dress and help me get unstuck. He replies,

“O, I have a few ideas on how I can help you,”

I had no idea what he meant, until I felt my dress get flipped completely up, exposing my underwear and ass to the world.

“What are you doing!” I discreetly called through wall, “That’s not what I meant when I said help me!”

He replied,

“I think your body says otherwise.”

Again, I was confused with what he said. Then I realised the wetness forming between my legs. I guess being exposed as much as I was got me turned on. It must have been quite the site from the other side, seeing my ass and legs sticking out of a hole in the wall. I call back to him,

“I don’t care what you think, just get me unstuck!”

“I’ll get to that soon,” he smirks back.

With that, I feel my underwear get ripped down to my ankles. Following that, I can feel the juices from my pussy trickling down my leg. There I was, stuck in the wall, with my bare pussy exposed to one of the most popular guys in class. Well, it’s not completely bare; I don’t like shaving so I keep everything trimmed. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I’m about to call back to him to knock it off, but then I feel his fingers caress me. He goes straight to massaging my clit, and it feels so good. I can’t hold back at this point and just let him keep going. I try not to draw attention to myself through the wall, as he slowly inserts a finger in my sopping vagina. He inserts another finger, stretching out Alanya escort bayan my very tight, tiny pussy.

I think about how crazy this is, and how this is something I would never do, but I feel his tongue brush against my clit and I can’t bring myself to stop now. He moves to my still soaked vagina, licking up my hot mess and sticking his tongue as deep into me as he can. I can feel his face completely buried into my ass, and it feels amazing. I’ve never had a guy get me this wet. He then runs his tongue all the way from my throbbing clit, to my soaked pussy, then up to my tightly puckered asshole. I’ve never had someone touch me there before, especially with their tongue, but it felt amazing, and he kept going, pulling my ass cheeks apart to better expose my asshole to him.

Then, everything halted for a moment, and I was confused why it stopped. I was so horny and wet I didn’t want it to stop. That’s when I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy. I was so wet he slid right in. And man, did he ever fill me up. His rock hard cock stretched me out like never before. It felt so good as he slowly slid his cock in and out of me. He started to pick up the pace, thrusting his huge cock deep inside of me. It felt euphoric, and I could feel myself getting taken away by the orgasm that was about to ensue.

He was really fucking me hard now, and it was hard to scream out and draw attention to myself. We’ve been at it for an hour; I can see the odd student in the distance, walking around campus. The hole in the wall was at the back side, in a corner, so not many people came by or could easily see me.

I could feel his cock throb as he was giving it to me, rocking my whole body to the Escort Alanya core. He was getting close to cumming, and the thought of that brought me close too. I focused on how big he felt inside me, and how wet my pussy still was. Between that, and feeling him grasp my ass, getting a better handle to fuck me harder, I could feel myself slipping over the edge. He kept going at my pussy, each stroke feeling better than the first. I could feel his cock stiffen inside of me, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. With a slight scream, I came like I never came before. Every muscle in my body tightened, and I could feel all my juices exit my pussy at once. But the feeling didn’t stop, and I was squirting my pussy juices all over his cock, as he kept fucking me harder and deeper. The orgasm was about to subside, when I felt his whole cock throb deep inside of me, releasing his hot jizz inside of me. With each throb, I could feel my pussy filling with his cum, pushing me over the edge again. My whole body was shaking, my pussy was throbbing, and I could feel my pussy squirt all over his cock again. After several seconds, he pulled out of me and I could feel his cum and my juices pour down my leg. And with that he was gone, and I was still stuck in the wall…

Apparently, during my orgasm my scream alerted a professor, who came over to investigate. He asked if I needed help and I asked him to walk around and help me get unstuck. I held it together, and didn’t mention anything that previously unfolded. I could hear him gasp as he approached me, dress flipped up, underwear at my ankles, ass and throbbing pussy fully exposed, multiple juices still coming out of my pussy and running down my leg. He pulled me out and asked if everything was alright.

“Never been better,” I replied with a smile.

I took my underwear completely off, adjusted my dress, thanked the professor (who’s jaw was on the floor), and left to go back home, juices still flowing down my leg and all. It was the best day of school in my life.

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“I’ve been a bad girl.” I confessed.

“What did you do?”

“I came without your permission, Sir.”

“Tell me, slut.”

Cringing, I related the story of the night before. I had been reading an erotic story online about a novice sub’s trials before being accepted by her first Dom. I pictured myself in her role and cast you as the Dominant. While indulging in this fantasy, hubby started playing with my wet slit, stroking it up and down. I was slick with my own juices and his fingers glided up and down over and over, stopping occasionally to dip inside or to swirl around my clit. I was humming in my throat with the pleasant sensation, just floating along reading while he played with my body. When he pushed a finger in my ass, I came suddenly.

I waited nervously for your reaction.

“You will O 18 times between now and when I see you on Monday. You will document each time. Narrative or video.”

“18 times? Yes, Sir. Is this my punishment?”

“It is. Enjoy, slut. And no faking.”

“No, Sir.”

I thought about digging out the egg vibe that I keep in my filing cabinet for when I play with you to get the first one out of the way but decided against it. I would come to regret that decision over the course of the weekend.

Eighteen times would be a challenge, but surely it would be within my means to get it done even though I had never cum that many times in as short a time. The most I had ever done before in a single day was 4 or 5 times.

I had planned on going out with my friend that evening and didn’t get home until late, so I went to bed without reducing the count at all. I mentioned my punishment and the reason to hubby, who didn’t say anything about it.

This morning my hangover-addled brain tried to figure out how frequently I would need to cum in order to successfully complete my punishment. I came up with something like every two to three hours, if I didn’t sleep. I felt a little panicky, but still thought this was doable.


I knew I needed to get started on my task, so I woke my husband up by rubbing his back and sliding my leg up and down his. He finally got the hint and rolled over. I stroked his cock until he was hard then he got on his knees between my legs.

He pushed my knees up against my chest and pushed into my pussy which was already wet in anticipation. Holding my ankles together in front of me with one hand, he played with my clit while stroking in and out of my cunt. He pounded me hard, his balls slapping against my ass each time he drove into me. I was moaning and panting. He squeezed, twisted, and pulled on my clit until finally I came. As my pussy throbbed against his cock, he came inside me then collapsed on top of me. After a brief rest, he got up and ran me a bath.


After my bath, I was ready to go again. Kumköy escort I had used the jets from my tub to clean the cum out of my pussy, and it was fresh and feeling empty.

I grabbed my favorite egg vibe and dildo and climbed into bed. I turned the vibe on low to get warmed up and applied it to my pussy lips. The vibrations spread to my clit, and I could feel myself getting wet enough to slide the dildo in. The dildo slipped into my cunt smoothly, and I just enjoyed the feeling while the vibrator continued to hum.

My husband came back into the room at that point and saw me playing with myself and decided to help out. He took over manipulation of the dildo, and I concentrated on the vibe which I had now moved directly onto my clit. When I felt the pinprick of pain in it, I knew I was getting close. I squeezed and pushed against the dildo, straining to cum, until I tossed my head back and came with a moan.


We had gone out for lunch, and I knew I needed to cum again in order to stay on schedule, so I headed to my bedroom and stripped. My husband followed, and I helped him undress as well. Feeling uninspired already, I decided lie in bed and read another erotic story. If they could get me into this problem, they could certainly help get me out.

I began reading from one of the collections of short stories I own, and once again, hubby began playing with my slit. I was lying on my back with my legs scissored with his. It makes it easy for him to fuck me and play with my clit while being low effort enough to maintain for long periods of time. He fucked me slowly and deeply. To help me along, he grabbed my egg and buzzed my clit. The long slow strokes and intense vibration soon had me speeding towards another orgasm, this one more powerful than the first two of the day. A moan was ripped from my lungs when I squirted all over his cock. The pulses left me shaking and spent, but my husband had other ideas.


He wasn’t done with me yet. Rather than give me any rest after the contractions in my pussy had ceased, he turned the egg up a notch and started fucking me in earnest. I was whimpering and asked him to stop which he refused to do, saying that it was his turn. I couldn’t really argue and thought to finish him off faster by thrusting back against him.

The effect this had was to cause the vibrator to pound against my clit in addition to buzzing. The sensation right on top of the previous orgasm made me cry out with each thrust of my hips. All of a sudden during the pounding, the vibe cut out. A change of batteries proved that it was dead. I had burned out my favorite vibe!

Luckily, there was a bullet vibrator in the bedside drawer. He grabbed it, flipped it on high, and soon we were slamming against each other once more.

I was determined to Kumköy escort bayan force him to cum. However, he had a similar plan in mind for me too. Along with his own cock, he stretched my pussy by adding my silicon one. I felt full and stretched, and my now well-used cunt was splashing its juices all over with each thrust of our hips.

The pain from the vibe hitting my clit and the pain from the stretching soon had me building towards climax again. I covered his cock with my cum when I came painfully and squirted around the two cocks impaling me. The extra stimulation of my cumming is all it takes to finally milk his orgasm from his cock, and he shoots inside my still throbbing pussy.


Bedtime. Time to fuck again. Sigh. Funny, how quickly this has escalated into true punishment which I am dreading.

I get into bed naked and position myself on hands and knees. I wiggle my ass at hubby who places his cock at my slick opening. I brace myself, and he slides his shaft in my pussy. He fucks me with a leisurely pace. There is no way this is going to be enough stimulation to make me cum. My mind wanders, and I wonder when he’s going to finish, so I can get out my vibe and take care of myself.

After he’s done, I lay back and grind the bullet into my clit, hoping the pain will push me over the edge quickly because I am tired and just want sleep. I let my mind drift to the things you have said you want to do to my body and picture your satisfied face when I have done something to please you. I push and strain towards my orgasm, and when it comes, it is a small fluttering in my pussy rather than the violent convulsion I had been expecting.

I drift off to sleep fitfully.


I haven’t slept well tonight. I know I’m dreadfully behind on my count, and I’m a little panicky about finishing my punishment. I snuggle up against my husband for comfort, and he spoons me in his sleep. I wrap his arms tightly around my chest, and he groggily begins flicking my right nipple.

Most of the time, he ignores them, so any time they get attention they respond enthusiastically. Shortly tremors start racking my whole body, and I realize it would be easy to cum with just a bit extra. I start tickling my pussy lips which soon part and reveal my clit to my fingers. While he flicks my nipple, I do the same to my clit. The tremors in the rest of my body are soon echoed in my cunt, and I settle down to attempt resting again.


Rise and shine. Eleven more to go in one day. I have no idea how I’m ever going to do that. Just have to focus on one at a time. Breathe.

I lean over and give hubby’s cock a sloppy kiss and wake it from its slumber. With a pleased moan, he rolled me over on my back and nestled his hard cock against my cunt. I was not yet aroused, so Escort Kumköy my pussy lips were stubbornly closed. That didn’t stop him though. He pushed his way in and found me warm and wet inside. He picked up the bullet vibe and wedged it between us against his cock before settling his weight on top of me.

It’s another fast and furious fuck. I love it this way, with his balls spanking my ass with each thrust. He comes quickly and pushes his cock in deeply, holding it there, pressing the bullet against my sensitive clit. He has my hands pinned to the bed, and he waits there motionless, as my back begins to arch and my orgasm approaches. I squeal as I cum, the feel of the buzzing suddenly too intense on my clit.


There you are! I found you online, and you directed me to clamp my nipples. It hurts but in a delicious way because the pain is for you. Having you here talking to me has set my juices flowing again. I grab my vibrator and apply it to my clit, holding it in place by squeezing my legs together, so that I can still type. You tell me you dreamt about using me the previous night. That word, “use,” thrills me and makes me crave your touch. I pull up the webpage with the cuffs on it that I have ordered. I imagine the smell and feel of the leather as you fasten them about my wrists for the first time. Then I hear the click of the lock, asserting with a leaden finality your control over me. I start breathing heavily and cum with a small cry. I thank you for your help in adding another to my count.


I had to go to work. This is seriously going to cut into my cumming time. Luckily, I have a file cabinet drawer with some help. Rather than wait, I decide to get started right away, so I can get another one done.

I stuff the twin of my poor dead vibe inside my panties. I know I’ll need to let the vibe run for a while to get me off, so I start working. After a time, I tilt my pelvis forward to apply more pressure to the egg with my desk chair. My pussy feels empty, but I focus on the sensation in my clit, and I’m able to cum with a gasp before returning to my task. I leave the vibrator in place with the remote in my pocket, so I can use it again later.


Right before heading home for the night, I flip the switch on the egg on high and pull up your picture on my computer. I think about the videos you showed me recently. I know you want to do those things to me, and it both scares and titillates me.

My mind moves on to the last time I saw your cock. I get down on my knees and picture myself at your feet with your cock bobbing in front of my eager mouth. The image of me taking your cock in my mouth while you hold my head in your strong hands sends my hand inside my panties to finger my pussy. I fuck my pussy with two fingers in rhythm to the fucking you are giving my face in my fantasy. I feel my cunt clench on my digits as I cum for you another time.


There is no 11. Ten is all I managed to do in the time allotted to me, and I’m frustrated because I know you will be disappointed with me, and that’s the last thing I wanted.

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