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This is a story of how my husband and I have climbed the ladder of success, as realtors in, and around Los Angeles, California. Being a married, black couple who wheel and deal multimillion dollar residential and business properties, is no easy task. We have learned to be ruthless to make deals, including using sex to seal a deal when necessary.

I grew up in Jamaica as Brianna, but use Brandi as my working name, mostly because there are a plethora of rich white men who lust after beautiful and fit black women – especially if they have a stripper name. I workout daily with my husband, both of us know how important looks are. Even though my abs are washboard, my genes dictate that my ass will always be curvy, but being 5’5 does help me look both curvy and fit.

My husband Nate, (his name is really Ngweji) – the Congo name for ‘man of power’ – is just as aggressive in making his deals. It sems that lots of rich, white housewives in and around Hollywood are literally suckers for a 6’3″, broad shouldered black man. Especially a man who wears the ultra-clean muscular and bald look. Over time, word has gotten around that Nate has that mythical Big Black Cock in his pants, and is more than able to make any woman putty in his hands. And yes, we know what the other needs to do, but sex is fun, and has its own power at times.

With no shortage of clients who want to sample a little chocolate in their lives, Nate and I closed the deal one year ago, that put us in a 4.5 million dollar home. It is in Hollywood Hills and has an infinity pool, massage room, gym, and even our own helipad. Needless to say, Nate and Brandi Nkulu are a realty duo to be reckoned with.

That brings us to my latest conquest, but this one does have a twist. My client, James Washington is a very rich, black entrepreneur who deals mostly in manufacturing. He is in my office today to put an offer in to purchase a huge industrial building just outside LA that will bring over 500 jobs to the area. And I just happen to have a client who is looking to sell exactly that building.

Before I booked a time for him to meet with me, I did my homework. James and his wife, Felicia, are an openly bisexual couple, who frequent swingers clubs, parties, and hotel takeovers, all over the U.S. So, I prepared my hubby to make his entrance at the right time.

James is a very busy businessman, so it took a few tries to set up our meeting. He arrived promptly at two PM, and told me he would have to be out the door by three. I made sure to have everything neatly organized so that all he had to do was to look over the wording and make sure he was ready to send the paperwork to his lawyer for approval.

As the two of us pore over the documentation, Nate knocks on my glass door at the appropriate moment. We both look up, through the glass to see who it is. I catch James staring at my formidable husband, as I wave him in.

“I’m sorry, Brandi…” begins Nate, but I stop him there.

“Nate, I’m sure what you have is urgent, but I’d like you to meet Mr. Washington. Nate, this is James. James this is my husband, Nate.”

James stands up, but at 5’6″, he has to look up to my husband, who wears a sleek, steel grey Armani suit and a broad, white smile. Nate extends a hand and offers, “Nice to meet you, James.”

As they exchange pleasantries, James’ body language tells me that he is VERY interested, and maybe in more ways than one. Once they were done, Nate turns to me, now back in business mode.

He hands me a file folder and says, “I need your signature on these so I can get them back to J.Lo before she flies out to London tonight.”

“Oh, yes. Great,” I respond, quickly sitting and signing all 12 copies. I hand them back to Nate and catch James eyeing up my husband from the back. “Here you go, Babe,” I said, “Thanks.”

Nate turns and nods toward James on his way out and quickly leaves the room. James smiles, and once the door is shut, I am back with him to go over the files. James says, “When this deal is done, I’d love to have you and Nate come up and have dinner with Felicia and me.”

“Sure. Sounds great,” I offer, in a matter-of-fact way. My heart is thumping because I know the hook is set. All I need to do is to reel it in.

With James satisfied with the numbers and wording, I hit the ‘send’ button, so James’ lawyer would get the information to look over. I glance at my watch and say, “Well, Mr. Washington, your offer is on its way to your lawyers. Let me know when they okay it, and I’ll have you back to make it official. Maybe Nate and I can entertain you when you’re ready to hand in the offer.”

I stand up to shake hands across the table, and James stands, but walks around to my side of the desk. As he makes his way, his arms open wide and I respond in kind. He says, as we hug, “For 72 million dollars, I want more than a handshake on it.” The man is a gentleman though, and doesn’t get handsy at all. I’m sure he wants to, but that will have to wait a little while longer.

After our embrace, James steps back and says, “I have to ask, Brandi. Has James ever been with another ankara moldovyalı escortlar man?”

I dodge the question with, “What makes you ask?” although I was sure that I knew exactly why.

” I’m just curious. I can’t tell if he might be a ‘top’ or a ‘bottom’.”

I knew that answering yes to either was a ‘go’ signal for James that my husband is bisexual as well. I honestly can’t say that Nate has ever mentioned being with another man, but I do know that Nate understands that sex is sex, but when there is work to be done, he will perform the task for a payoff. And this deal will definitely be a big payoff.

I reply with, “For 72 million, Nate is whatever you would want him to be.” James laughed and said nothing more. I walked him to the elevator.

Three days later I get a call. It’s James and he wants to meet to hand me the signed offer for the building. “Unfortunately,” he says, “I’m on a tight schedule and won’t be in LA until after 6. And I have to fly out first thing tomorrow too.”

I am ready, and answer with, “Are you flying commercial, or private jet?”

“I’m in the company chopper.”

“Perfect! You can fly directly to our home and we will put you up for the night. James and I specalize in a four hands massage. We will give you a chance to rest for the night and you can fly out in the morning!”

“Oh, uh, I’ve been using the word ‘I’, but it is Felicia and I travelling together today.”

“Fantastic,” I offer, “Felicia is just as welcome, too. We have lots of room, and we have a guest house so your pilot can stay the night as well. You can go ahead and cancel your hotel rooms for the night.”

“That’s great, Brandi. Text me the directions for the pilot, and we will see you soon!”

I send out the coordinates and by six o’clock, Nate, our maid Rosa, and I are all standing at the helipad. My long, braided cornrows are flinging in all directions as the wind from the helicopter landing nearby, blasts us all.

The pilot shuts off the engine and James and Felicia exit the aircraft. Rosa locates their luggage and brings it out, while the four of us go through introductions. Felicia is a Filipina, and is the tiniest woman I’ve ever met. Probably 4′ 10″? She is slim, cute, with barely A cups, and bubbly though.

Once the rotors come to a stop, Nate announces, “Rosa will show you to your room. It has a nice, big shower so you can both get freshened up. You can put on the terry robes that Rosa has laid out on your bed. Brandi and I will prepare the massage room. We look forward to giving you both whatever you need to feel refreshed.”

The pilot steps out of the cockpit, and I tell him, “Rosa will be right back and will show you to the guest house. Enjoy your evening.”

The young pilot tips his hat and says, “Thank you, Ma’am”

About thirty minutes later, our guests meet us in the living room, where Rosa arrives with the drinks she has arranged for us all. Nate and I are in our robes as well, leaving our massage garments hidden for the time being.

The four of us chat some, including small talk about Felicia’s likes and dislikes, and of course James makes mention of Club Joi, a high end, private, lifestyle club in LA. I mention having been there a few times, to which I get a bit of a puzzled look from Nate. He is cool, though, but I will have to explain later, that it was just one of my clients who wanted to play a bit. I must say, Club Joi is a wild and horn dog place to go.

When James takes his last sip, Nate stands up and says, “Are you two ready for a four hands massage?” James almost jumps up, and little Felicia sets her drink down, standing next to James.

“We’ve never experienced one before,” says James. “It sounds like fun.”

Felicia gives both of us the once over, nodding as her husband speaks. We walk through to the massage room and lead the way in. It is set up with two professional massage tables, complete with face hole cushions and electric lifts. Nate removes his robe first, exposing his massage giving attire. Nate wears only his speedo, a black silk banana hammock that leaves little to the imagination – including the outline of his unusually lengthy and thick penis, still only semi-erect. It would outline the knobbed head of Nate’s clearly circumcised cock head, but that part of him doesn’t fit within the confines of the skimpy cloth. Nate’s large, helmeted dick head pokes past the elastic waistband, and poor Felicia makes an audible gasp as it comes into her view.

Nate holds his hands out and asks Felicia, “May I take your robe?” Her eyes never leave his crotch as she unties her cinch and slips the heavy housecoat off her shoulders. The tiny waif is basically flat chested – but for two enormously long and half-inch in diameter, jet black nipples. Her flat tummy gently curves down to a two inch landing strip, whose thick and straight Asian hairs stand almost vertically from her body.

James says, “Be careful of those nipples. Felicia can orgasm just from playing with them. By the way, Nate. I am impressed with that thing,” looking at my husband’s trophy-sized ankara ukraynalı escortlar dick through his speedo. Nate does smile at James’ comment, but doesn’t reply, to remain professional at least to this point.

My husband lowers the bed for Felicia to get up on, and I release my robe and place it on the wall hook. James gives an approving smile when my naked 36 DD, surgically enhanced breasts come into view. (News flash ladies: B cup girls can’t sell a newspaper in Hollywood!)

I am wearing my speedo bottoms, which clearly define my abundant labia and rather large clitoris, which is probably similar in both length and thickness as Felicia’s nipples. James licks his lips as he stares at my lycra cameltoe. “And you sir?” I ask, reaching to untie his belt for him. He IS the client and I wanted to remind him of that. I undo his sash but James turns his back before I can assess his manhood. I remove the terrycloth from his shoulders, and peel it away and see that, although he is fifty or so, James’ ass is taut and firm. He turns to reveal a semihard, uncut cock that should still grow to six or maybe seven inches. His tight, curly pubes feel velvety soft in my right hand. Nate shaves all over, so I rarely get to enjoy combing my fingers through hairy pubes on a man. James sets his hand on my ebony breasts, toying with my nipples while my hand cups and weigh his tight, heavy ball sack. After fingering the tightly curled pubes of his nut sack, I release it, and I lay his cock lengthwise in my hand. I follow the large vein from base to tip, with my middle finger. James leans in and kisses me softly, before I guide him to the side of his bed.

As James makes his way to his bed, Felicia is sat up on hers and Nate has handed her a blindfold. “Ohhh,” she says, pulling the strap over her head and placing the black visor over her eyes. “But I won’t know who…”

“That’s right!” I respond, handing the same blindfold to her husband. I’m sure everyone in the room knows that it will be easy to tell Nate’s hands from mine, but will they know whose mouth is on their sex?

Nate says, “No need to worry, Felicia, we will both be gentle.” He then commands, “On your tummies, first.”

James lies face down and reaches between his legs to tuck his semihardness down between his thighs. With his legs splayed wide to the table edges, his tightly curled, hairy nuts and the cloaked head of his dick is in view, almost as if begging to be touched.

I look to Felicia’s tiny body, her bum so small and cute, juxtaposed by Nate’s large ebony fingers. His meaty hands follow the curves of her feet, swallow her tiny calves, and fully envelop her diminutive thighs on his way up her body. Nate’s thumbs course along the insides of Felicia’s thighs, and press into the cleft between her pussy and ass cheeks. Felicia coos softly and flexes her legs wider for his probing hands.

We trade places and I continue along her soft, smooth ass cheeks. I look to my husband, who has continued as well, one hand exploring James’ scrotum and cock, the other coursing from each globe of James’ ass cheek to the other. Nate makes a fist over James’ dick and slowly jacks the man’s penis carefully, making me think that Nate has had some practice on other men at some point. James is emitting a soft groan while Nate’s large hands keep him stimulated.

I move to the outside of Felicia’s table and work her lower and upper back, and onto her tiny neck, barely covered by her bob style hair cut. While my right hand applies oil to her shoulders and scapulae, my left hand makes slow circles over Felicia’s tiny glutes, making them glisten. She coos again when my middle finger slips down the valley between her cheeks and pushes apart the nearly black lips of her labia.

Meanwhile, Nate moves to the outside of James’ table, looking across at me as he toys with James ass cheeks with one hand, and a finger softly playing with the man’s tightly puckered anus. James moves his left hand outward and feels for Nate’s body, finding and gliding his fingers over Nate’s lower belly. He doesn’t take long to slip his fingers inside my husband’s speedo and pull the shiny black shaft from it.

My finger and thumb rubs one of Felicia’s tender earlobes, causing her to move her hips side to side in an attempt to stimulate her clit from the sensual sensations. I am quick to assist her in her need, pushing my middle finger further down between the slick lips until I find the bump of her clitoris. Felicia’s small bum grinds into my hand as I gently masturbate her.

While Nate moves his hands from James bottom and onto his lower and upper back, he shuffles his body toward the top of the table. James slips the mask from his eyes and moves his face to the edge of the bed, an inch from Nate’s wonderful cock. Nate holds his cock straight out, offering it to our client. James immediately begins to fellate my man, while I suggest to Felicia that I’d like her to turn over now.

When Felicia settles on her back, I take no time at all to rest my fingers onto her burgeoning nipples and gently roll each sincan minyon tipli escortlar of them between my finger and thumb, at the same time. Her husband is making slurping sounds while Nate looks at me, smiling and holding the back of James head in place. Soon, Felicia is making a mournful cry as my nipple twisting is bringing her to her first orgasm of the evening. James has reached out and grasped Nate’s firm ass cheek to draw almost half of his cock into James’ mouth.

I bend over and suck oh, so softly on Felicia’s left nipple, still strumming her right one as her cries turn to weeping-like sobs. Her hips begin a humping motion off the bed as her orgasm strikes. The Filipina begins growling like a feral cat and her body quakes like nothing I’ve seen before. Her hands force mine from her nipples, and Felicia spasms uncontrollably for more than a full minute. The room is quiet but for James’ sucking sounds and Felicia’s limbs bouncing and jolting, until James lets Nate’s cock free long enough to say, “I told you. She’s a real cummer! And a squirter too when the cock is big enough.”

As her body settles, I softly caress Felicias feet and legs, until she regains her breath. Nate, his cock dangling in front of him, focuses on James’ nipples until James asks him, “Do you want to fuck Felicia?” His wife removes her blindfold to look across the bed for Nate’s response. James adds, “I love watching a guy as big as you, make her squirt.”

Nate says, “Yes,” and walks over to Felicia’s table. I move across to James, who is lying on his side to watch the action. Nate moves to the foot of the bed and pulls Felicia’s tiny body to him, resting her legs vertically up his chest, her tiny feet barely up to Nate’s broad shoulders.

“Let me know if I’m going to fast, okay?” Nate asks her, and she gives a reassuring nod.

I rest against James’ table, behind him, and use my right hand to masturbate him slowly. We both watch my husband push his cock against Felicia’s vaginal gate, but his thick cock head can’t force the tender opening wide enough for entry. I lean in and whisper in James’ ear, “Fuck, she is so small…”

James becomes rock hard in my hand. Nate slides his fat dick up and down Felicia’s pussy lips, trying to get her wetter. He then reaches for a bottle of massage oil and squirts the yellow liquid between their bodies, and quickly the tip of his cock eases past the orifice.

By the time Nate has pushed his cock half way into the Asian, her hands reach up and she interlocks her fingers into his, silently begging him to fuck her. Nate pushes as far as possible, until the tip reaches the back of her passage, yet his dick has two more inches available. Felicia begins to mewl again like a cat in heat. Nate pulls all the way back and then returns to her full depth in a quick but single burst. He has filled her up so fully that her breath catches each time he hits bottom.

On Nate’s seventh strike to Felicia’s cervix, she cries in almost an agonizing moan. I grip James’ cock tightly and increase the speed of my strokes. “Are you gonna cum for me, James? While my husband fucks your little wife?” James begins to make his own mournful sounds, seeing the strained look on his wife’s face each time my husband pushes himself to her limit.

Felicia’s hands suddenly push Nate away violently, and Nate pulls free of her, thinking that maybe he has been too rough. Instead, once his cock left Felicia’s pussy, a frigging fountain of spray spews out of her, like a small garden hose. Felicia moans and makes incoherent sounds while jet after jet of her runny fluids spill from her, and over both of her thighs, as well as Nate’s cock, belly and thighs.

I pull faster on James’ cock, but he is intently watching the two of them. He says, “Okay, Nate. Get back in there and fuck her hard. She can take anything now!” Nate pulls Felicia’s thighs back to him and does as told. He pushes into James’ wife in one fast jab, and her body jolts up the table from the impact. The tiny woman wraps her legs around my husband and tries to hang on to him.

Nate begins an assault on the waifish Asian, almost as if hate-fucking her. Each stab to her cervix punished her once more, and each time her eyes appear to be more in a dream like state. Nate is clearly enjoying deep fucking James’ wife, and begins a rabbit like pace until his face grimaces. I know he will blow in seconds – his actions are telltale. And soon he utters a forceful grunt while pumping his cock to her depth, his semen irrigates Felicia’s uterus, through the minuscule opening of her cervix. He is so tightly packed within her, that every time a stream of cum leaves Nate’s penis, another oozes out between Nate’s manly dick, and Felicia’s vaginal walls.

Felicia goes limp when Nate stops pummeling her, and for a second, I think that she has passed out. Only the movement of her chest and her shallow breathing indicate otherwise. Nate pulls his cock back, slathered in his churned semen, and he is already softening. James rolls onto his back and calls out, “Brandi, get on my cock.” I climb up on the table and squat over James’ sausage, and slip a hand between us to stretch James’ foreskin down to reveal his purplish cock head. I wipe his dick up and down my slit to get him wet. I lower myself onto him and he says to Nate, “Bring Felicia over here,” raising his hands above his chest to receive his wife from my husband.

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Chapter 105 — Thuy becomes the unlikely Hero

As chronicled the previous week, the orgy that we had been planning for so long had to be postponed, as the three leading ladies were forced to languish at their homes because of the newly-imposed Corona restrictions. As both, Anna’s dad and Thanh’s mother, were doctors who daily came in touch with Covid-19 patients, their whole family had to stay put for a few weeks, while Nguyet had visited her company headquarters, where there also had been some new infections. However, two modest, unassuming ladies–Thuy and Nga–had picked up the slack, so that we still enjoyed a veritable rumpus, which had caused some commotion, though: Nguyet was dismayed that her young beau Vu had thrown himself into the vortex of sensual debauchery in her absence.

Yes, even though the three gals who were keenest on the orgy hadn’t been able to make it, we three guys and Nga, my former, formerly dopey colleague had partied pretty hard. Thuy had been forced to leave for an hour, but we three guys had banged Nga with impunity, twice each. After Thuy had come back, Hoang and Vu then took her for a spin. There hadn’t really been much erotic art or sensitivity in the tryst, but everyone enjoyed everybody else’s cavalier attitude to sexual gratification. It had been open house, and we all wanted to do something similar this week again. Thuy had told Nguyet, however, since her English wasn’t that great, that she wanted to get more of the fuck-pie this time. She promised that she would switch off her phone or even leave it downstairs in the kitchen, so that her boss couldn’t call her during the bash.

I had forgotten that Nga not only sold clothes for a living but was also working as a substitute teacher in a village school, seven miles south of town. As it was early September and thus the beginning of the new school year, she was quite busy but promised to show up at the hotel around noon, after lunch. As far as I knew, Thuy had ordered some sushi and sashimi and possibly brought fruit, which we could dip in her pussy for dessert. Hoang and Vu would both be there but would have to leave at 1:30 to go to work. Well, I had been looking forward to two sensual, relaxed hours, but knowing the two, it would probably culminate again in some rabbit-like banging, instead. But the lunch with the pussy nectar-coated pieces of fruit would be nice.

The more I thought about it, the more I liked that Thuy wanted to be the heroine this time. I wouldn’t have guessed that from her modest personality, but I always liked it when people pushed their boundaries. Perhaps it was an Ego-thing, as Nga had let us bang her six times the previous week. Maybe Thuy wanted to break that record now? Or perhaps she just assumed that with every new bang, her arousal and satisfaction would go up. Anyway, just like everyone else she sure loved the tickling and tingling that an unleashed stiff cock could induce inside her. Equally, and again like everyone else, she probably knew that she had unfulfilled desires and sensed that Vu, Hoang, and I could do quite something to quench her thirst. And when Nguyet told me that Thuy had confessed that she liked Hoang, she had yet another motivation, although that could have been a ruse: Thuy knew that she couldn’t tell Nguyet that she liked Vu (if she did). But, at least, Thuy had a proper reason to also let Vu bang her: We had organized the orgy, and so it was completely legitimate that those who could attend would take part in the bash with impunity.

Thuy was about 32 and had a small daughter who was about ten or eleven months old, which meant that she was still breastfeeding. Her tits were fairly large by nature, but now they truly were amazing, especially on such a petite woman. Hoang and Vu might not care much for the milk, but I couldn’t wait to lose myself between Thuy’s jugs, just like between Nga’s thighs. I asked Thuy if we still needed anything, but she only said laconically that ‘we had everything’, perhaps referring to her milk-filled boobs. Apparently, Nguyet had tried to dissuade Vu from attending, as he told me, but he wasn’t going to be deterred. Yes, it sure was unfortunate that Nguyet couldn’t be there, but now that we had organized everything, Vu assured me that he wasn’t gonna miss it.

And so I went again to the old, empty vintage hotel, where our orgies took place, on Thursday. I banged on the large metal entrance door and texted Thuy. She appeared surprisingly quickly; perhaps she had been working here on the ground floor. Or waited for me behind the door. She appeared to be excited and chipper and told me to go upstairs to the kitchen on the third floor, where we would eat lunch. She was wearing a grey shepherd’s plaid dress, which conveniently had buttons all along the front. It seemed to have been tailored, but the proportions weren’t quite right. Perhaps she had gotten it from someone else. But her legs looked surprisingly ankara sınırsız escortlar muscular and shapely under her skirt, not as soft as I remembered them. I instantly thought that the dress with all the buttons on the front was chosen wisely.

When I got closer to the kitchen, I could hear Vu and Hoang talking and also smelled cigarette smoke. The two of them seemed genuinely excited to see me and got me a chair, a beer, and a glass with ice right away. I lit a ciggie, and we talked a bit about the whole Corona situation, but then Thuy arrived and started to arrange the food neatly on a large oval plate.

“Hey, I got an idea,” I said. “Don’t we want to eat on the bed upstairs, perhaps?! Thuy could lay down, and we arrange the sushi pieces on her naked body…”

The lads thought about it for a bit, and then Vu said: “Sure, why not?!”

But even though Thuy had nodded, too, she kept arranging everything on the plate, before she got a small bowl of fruit from the fridge. Oh, well. I grabbed my beer and the fruit, while Hoang took the rest of the beer, some ice, and bowls and Vu the oval plate and chopsticks, while Thuy told us to go ahead. We three guys went upstairs, to the room where we had banged Nga half-a-dozen times the previous week. After we had put everything down, Thuy joined us.

Needless to say, not much had changed in the room since the previous week. The double and the single bed were still perpendicular to each other, and there were some chairs near them. The kind soul that she was, Thuy had put on fresh bedsheets, it seemed, and we moved the chairs closer to the beds. Vu and Hoang went to piss, and it appeared to be the consensus that we were going to sit on the double bed. When I suggested to arrange the food on her body once more, I was ignored again, but Hoang took at least his clothes off. As it would have been weird to tell him to put them back on or to have him there as the only guy naked, I undressed as well, and Vu followed suit. We spread around the large oval plate in the middle, but Thuy seemed to have decided to simply leave her dress on for now. At least, she had opened the two top-buttons in the front.

Now, she fumbled with the pillows and even kneeled briefly. Her little ass looked hot, and hadn’t I been straight across but too far away from her, I might have lifted up her dress in the back. For a split second, I thought she might even undress, but no. When she sat down on her thigh like the Little mermaid, I could at least see half of one of her large breasts inside her dress. Her little thighs looked hot too, as her dress had snapped up quite a bit. Her legs well rather shapely, even though she had never seen the inside of a gym. But, yes, as small as she was, she was a grown woman and no teenage girl. Thuy wasn’t quite as sinewy and trim as Nguyet, but I loved her figure and her yellowish skin. And she radiated warmth and was more sensual than her boss Nguyet. But for how long did she want to leave on the dress?! I kinda regretted that Hoang hadn’t lifted it up in the back when her butt had been so close to his face.

But then: Hadn’t I said that I wanted to take it easy today and start things slowly? It was just strange to be looking at three half-stiff cocks, pulsating and getting wet, when she was sitting there like she was completely oblivious to the manhood in the room. But perhaps she was just relishing her queen-bee status. Would Nga be here any time soon? Thuy let her eyes wander from cock to cock and seemed amused. The three of them had started to talk in Vietnamese, and we all were eating now. The erections were forgotten, and so we clinked our glasses and munched on the food. We three guys had all propped our upper bodies on one forearm, like at the beach, and dunked our food in one of the two sauces on the plate with the other hand. Now they were perhaps talking about the last time, as I heard Nga’s name mentioned several times. Or they were asking themselves where she was. Well, I doubted that anyone was missing her right then, as Thuy looked hot in her half-open dress, and I liked how she was putting on a subtle, yet rousing show.

I wasn’t sure if the boys had noticed, but I had watched her open another button on her dress, so that I could see that one half of her tit that was closer to her sternum wobble nicely every time she moved. She also appeared to have pulled up her dress further, as we could see more than four-fifths of her thighs. Like I said, I was too far away to caress her, but I had the best view, at least. Vu and Hoang acted completely nonchalant though, like Thuy was nothing special, but that could have been since they knew that Thuy and I had known each other for several years. As things stood, I’d probably be the one today who would get her first. Or their cavalier attitude was the result of the agreement that we all could fuck as much as we wanted anyway, without trying too hard. Thuy had noticed that ankara suriyeli escortlar my cock was twitching and smiled. I looked at the other two dicks in the room, which were curiously limp, though. Oh, yes, after all, I liked our little undecidedness.

One half of the sashimi pieces was already gone, but I did want to rub a few of them between Thuy’s labia to coat them with her precious salty and sour nectar. We had eaten the other with a mix of Wasabi, soy sauce, and lime, but just when I wanted to ask Hoang to trade seats, I saw that Thuy wasn’t wearing a bra. Unnoticed by anyone she had opened a fourth button, and now I could look at her whole grapefruit-sized breast jiggle inside her dress. If I moved, I might not be able to watch the spectacle, I thought to myself, but then decided to still get closer to her. Nonchalantly, she had reached for her dress and had half-covered her areola again, but my dick was pumping incessantly. Crazy, how such a small gesture can arouse a grow man so much. The boys had seen her boob, too, and we all smiled at each other.

“Hey, Mister Ben, it looks like you’re ready…” Vu laughed.

I laughed back, but then asked Hoang to trade places, so that I could be next to her. I took a piece of raw tuna and looked at her, asking if I could reach under her dress. Thuy pulled it up a bit more and flashed a salacious smile. Oh, Jesus, if Nguyet could see how frantically Vu was staring at our nimble friend. I placed myself so close to Thuy that I could have put my head on her thigh, and I thought I could smell her skin. I looked inside her dress and, yes, there was no bra. When I had gotten a piece of tuna with my chopsticks, she nonchalantly pulled her dress up, so I could sense her pussy, even though it was dark between her legs, under her dress. She didn’t seem to be wearing panties, either, and I caught my first whiff of sour, savory pussy aroma. Three years ago, when Nguyet and I had been at Thuy’s house, we also had rubbed fruit in her pussy, so she knew what was coming. I put my cheek on her right thigh, took another peek and saw her glistening labia like in a tunnel. Yes, no panties. Well, now I knew why she had sent us upstairs but took another two or three minutes downstairs in the kitchen. I moved my head closer and saw that there was a wet spot right under her snatch on the bedsheet. We were ready.

And so I rubbed my piece of fish between her greasy lips, which were still covered by her dress, so that the boys couldn’t see them. Hoang said something–perhaps he complained–and so Thuy fully pulled her dress back towards her belly. Her brownish pubic curls seemed to be steaming. I invited Vu and Hoang to roll their sashimi or a piece of fruit between Thuys’ labia, but Vu only made a face.

“Yeah, Nguyet told me once that that’s not your thing…” I said.

“Hoang doesn’t like it, either…” Vu lamely defended himself.

“Have you ever tried mango?” I asked.

“No, but Nguyet cut a dragon fruit once and rubbed a piece of it in her pussy, but I hated it, frankly. That’s just not my thing… a pussy is for fucking, not for eating,” he insisted once more.

Okay, okay. I used to believe the same thing and raised my hands like I was surrendering. He didn’t need to argue further. I just looked to my left, up Thuy’s thigh, while she pulled the upper part of her dress to her left to expose her lovely large boob. She stuffed the fabric under her grapefruit-sized hemisphere and let all of us have a good look. Her nipples were light brown and because she was breast-feeding, her areola seemed super smooth. Very invitingly, she now opened her legs and pulled her dress up as far as it would go. We all saw her roundish brown pubic mound, which further down framed her snatch endearingly with shorter, soft, fluffy hair. I liked the pearls of pussy juice that had gathered on the ends of some longer brown hairs, which we would suck and eat away in a minute. Or maybe just me.

Hoang leaned over me now, as he had become curious. His weight pressed my upper body down onto my half-stiff dick, while his cock touched my hip, which was a first. He rubbed a piece of mango between Thuy’s labia and seemed happy with the taste, as he took another one instantly. I fed Thuy a bit as she had propped her upper body on both of her out-stretched arms behind her. She seemed super chipper, still enjoying her queen bee status, while I thought of the most inane proposition of the last century: that men had power over women. Ha! I had to laugh: all of us guys would have done anything to be able to revel in the wet jungle biotope between Thuy’s cute, firm, soft, little legs and place our stiff cocks inside her sheath for a half-of-an hour.

I couldn’t stop myself at one point and reached in her dress to caress and massage her large breast. She closed her eyes, and I felt determinedly how my cock was stiffening. Thuy pulled her arms out of her sleeves sincan türbanlı escortlar and then her dress over her head, while I lay down on my back. I lifted our naked supple lady over me and adjusted her fine savory ass directly over my face. Her butt crack and perineum weren’t particularly hairy, but her steamy little brown jungle exuded the finest aroma known to mankind: slightly sour and metallic, enticing and tantalizing. The first drop of her nectar dripped onto my tongue, before I licked the whole length of her moist midsection. Ooaarr! Jesus! Good salacious Lord! I asked Vu to pass me two or three more pieces of fruit, which I then rubbed between her labia, of course. In the meantime, Thuy had fallen forward onto my belly to lick and suck my cock, like she wanted to eat if for dessert.

I remembered dimly that once, up on the top floor at the model home where she usually worked with Nguyet, Thuy had blown me extensively. I loved our reunion here today, at the old hotel, as it seemed to close the circle. Vu came over now and watched me pry her butt cheeks open, before I rubbed one more piece of fruit along it. Then I licked her crack from her pussy up to her anus, sucking countless savory molecules through my eager nostrils. When Hoang kneeled next to her head, she let go of my dick and took his, instead. Vu watched us and seemed happy that we had finally started our beguiling game. I noticed how he took the large oval plate off the bed and put it on a chair, before he went over to the window to smoke. I saw him texting too; perhaps, he was asking Nga where she was. Or he was updating Nguyet, his hot MILF-affair.

To be polite, I offered Hoang and Vu to have a go at Thuy first, but the two just played it down. Of course, it was my turn to go first today. So, I fingered her some more to make sure she was wet enough, but also since I wouldn’t want to do that anymore once one of us had come inside her. When I pulled her butt cheeks apart, her sheath looked like a tunnel on a toy-train board, perhaps N scale? When Thuy shrieked excitedly, I asked her to remain in position and pulled myself out from under her, like a car mechanic going for lunch. Fore-play time was over, baby; we were all way too horny to wait any longer, but I still did one more thing to amuse us: I placed my stiff cock between her butt cheeks like a frank between a hot dog bun. When I started to swing, my balls hit her pussy, and Vu murmured something about ketchup was missing or so.

Right when I was about to enter Thuy, he mentioned in passing that Nga had been stopped by the police and sent home. Oh, bummer! But when I looked at Thuy’s ass here, I didn’t think that anyone would miss Nga, to be honest. I wished I could have watched Thuy’s face when Vu had told us that Nga wasn’t going to be here: Was Thuy happy about it or disappointed? Anyway, I finally pushed my cock inside her hungry wet treasure gently and pressed until it was about half-way gone. Hoang had watched me but now, that I was going at her from behind, he went back to the front and had his cock warmed up. Vu was trying to have the same done, but then they discovered that it was difficult to suck two dicks at once. While I was fucking her happily from behind, Hoang got his shaft polished, while Vu went over to the window again to smoke.

I loved how my balls were banging against her snatch and pubic curls, while she was having a lot of fun with Hoang’s dick in her mouth. I didn’t think Thuy even noticed when I was sending a lavish load of sticky cum towards her cervix, but as soon as Hoang had noticed, he came over to take my spot. I went to pee–pretty chipper how marvelously I had just fucked. Oh, it had been sooo nice to discharge a substantial load with relish, after all the tickling, shivering, and tinging. Hoang had gathered steam, of course, and when Vu was done smoking, he went over to Thuy’s face to have her suck his cock. Thuy used the energy that she was receiving in her back to slide effortlessly along Vu’s rod, and it occurred to me that, maybe, there was actually a perpetuum mobile. Anyway, I would never be able to forget how Hoang was banging her, while she was sucking Vu with her lovely large dangling breasts in between. But perhaps it was better that Nguyet didn’t see it.

Now that Hoang had come as well, he offered his position to Vu, who seemed exceedingly eager to continue what Hoang and I had started. When Vu was hobbling over to Thuy’s fine young ass, his fat pulsating glans was dripping and throbbing. I stroked Thuy’s hair and caressed her face a bit, before I sat down on the bed and fondled her amazingly large breasts. Gosh, were they awesome! When I got a bit of milk squeezed out, I licked it off my fingers and then offered Hoang to have a go as well. When he was milking our titillating friend, I imagined that I even heard the divine liquid leave her nipple. When Thuy noticed some cum on my limp dick, however, she asked me to come over to her face, so that she could take care of my noodle. I felt her rough tongue jiggling up and down, and again remembered our first hour alone at the model home, perhaps three years back. I pulled out, though, when Vu was exploding inside her, after which we all collapsed on the double bed to rest.

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So this story arose from a chat with a good friend, thanks Lil Red for everything.!

My girlfriend of some 5 years had a major birthday coming up, so after some research and planning and financial transfers, I set up what was to be an answer to a fantasy she had revealed to me after a hard day of drinking and incredible sex.

Sex with Kelsey was never boring, in fact we had broken so many boundaries that sex with any other woman held little interest to me. So as I made the plans, I was very turned on myself and often found myself day dreaming with my average sized cock in my hand.

She could tell I was planning something big, but I fended off her attempts at good natured bribery, blackmail, and bluster with utter success, unless you count the two weeks without sex! I allowed her to know the date of the event, so that morning she pushed me out of the house, not letting me even see her before her shower.

My day was long and full of worthless meetings, the occasional interrogative text from Kelsey keeping me on my toes and my underwear tight. My commute was a blur and my BMW was in the garage before I knew I was home.

Kelsey met me at the door with a robe over her tall, lean figure. I wasn’t fooled, her hair was perfect, her makeup as if it wasn’t there, and her toenails gleamed with a new coat of polish.

“Give me ten minutes babe” I smiled as I ran to the bedroom. “The Uber will be here in 15 minutes!” I shouted as I pulled off my work clothes and put on my best silk pants and silk button down, a nicely cut sport coat and comfortable loafers finished my look.

I came down the stairs just as the black Uber pulled up out front. Kelsey laughed and made me exit first, enabling me to get to the Tahoe and open the door. Glancing back it was as if the world held its breath, Kelsey turned from locking the front door wearing the shortest black little dress I had ever seen. Her dark red hair was coiffed perfectly above her bare neck and shoulders, the dress open to reveal the curves of her perfect full breasts, her arms bare other than a black wrap over her left forearm. Her tan legs perfect as she strode in matching black high heels up to the car.

Her eyes laughing as she knew she was a knockout in a tight dress, having pulled out all of the stops, possibly as revenge, possibly just because she could pull off wearing a potato sack and make traffic stall.

We sipped champagne in the car as we drove into town, the conversation light as we both danced around the evening to come. I was relieved when her hand grabbed mine as we pulled into downtown.

She was surprised when the driver passed her favorite French restaurant and stopped another half block down. The front of the establishment was bland yet clean.

The door swung open as we got out of the car, a large black man smiled, “Hood Party of two, right on time” ushering us inside ankara escort bayanlar without much furor. “You must be Red, or is that Kelsey” he said to my girlfriend, taking her hand in his larger hands.

He kept her hand and lead us down a dark corridor which opened into a small amphitheater with about a dozen plush leather lazyboys double the usual size set just outside a low stage with a curtain about 5 feet back.

The man pointed out the self serve bar, a cupboard with an array of questionable legal substances and a tray of various food with a covered steam bath keeping snacks hot. Seating Kelsey close to the stage before he turned to me, his hand out, I slipped as him a tip as he left, his knowing wink made my stomach clench as we both knew what was coming. The door closed silently behind him, leaving my girlfriend and I alone for the first time in an hour.

“What is all this, a private show?” Kelsey asked as I handed her a vodka gimlet.

Taking a bite of a hor d’oeuvres from our shared plate. “Well that is part of it, a private show that might just fulfill a fantasy ” I replied.

We snacked and drank and even smoked a fragrant joint before the lights dimmed twice. I joined Kelsey with a fresh drink just as the lights dimmed completely and two spotlights began to circle the stage.

Some sort of dance music began and the curtain pulled apart showing five buff men.

With unfeigned exuberance the men began to dance, their clothes flying off until each was in a poorly fitting thong, their maleness clearly evident.

‘Oh my God baby” Kelsey laughed, “you hired me strippers, that is a new one ” her eyes wide as she drank her drink as the men danced. She had time for one more gimlet before three of the 5 men were naked, sporting some of the longest male members i had ever seen.

The two men still in their thongs came down, taking Kelsey by the hand and leading her to the stage. Her eyes bright with drink, smoke, and mildly hidden desire, she went willingly enough.

By the time they got her to the stage, a wide loveseat had been moved out to the center under the lights. The men settled my girlfriend down and continued their strip show, letting her reach and touch as she deemed fit until all 5 men were nude and their members jutted from their ground.

I was feeling no pain myself by this time and was surprised to find Kelsey was standing up now, all 5 men dancing around and with her. A flurry of hands and laughs and catcalls occurred as her dress slid easily to the floor.

Her high heels clicking on the stage as my girlfriend continued to dance with the well hung dancers, my own pants tenting at the display. Kelsey’s body now only sporting her “fun” panties, a strappy black thong-like pair that she wore when she wanted me to know she was in the mood!

Now was really the hard part, the part where Kelsey’s fantasy ankara esmer escortlar really kicked in, one that I had spent weeks planning as well as two months pay.

Her secret fantasy that she had whispered to me as we ground our bodies together was for men, several men, to ravage her body and coat her with their cum. Just admitting it to me made her entire body convulse with lust, I had no choice but to flood her with my own creamy load.

As the 5 men and my girlfriend danced and kissed and tangled together, I fought my own fears and desires, giving her this opened me up as well as her.

A moaning gasp brought me from my reverie, Kelsey was bent over the love seat now. One dancer was feeding his impressive length into her mouth, another was gripping her hips as his thick shaft slammed into her pussy, her thong just pulled to the side. Her hands were stroking two other hard poles, her desire to be the center of attention was complete as the fifth was filming it all, a password that only Kelsey and I would know, would give us access to watch at our later leisure.

As the group shifted around, using Kelsey as much as she was using them, I had never seen her nipples so hard, a flush over her entire body!

The cameraman waved at me as his fellow dancers spit roasted my girlfriend of 5 years, her obvious orgasms spurring the men on.

“Your contract said you would be in on this” he reminded me. As I looked, indeed the men all seemed ready for the final bit of the event!

The men pulled from Kelsey’s mouth and swollen mons, and with care they helped her to her knees. As she looked at the five endowed men, I was relieved as she accepted me as a sixth hard cock.

“Yes… mm God yess” she plead, her hands immediately grabbing and wanking the two closest shafts. Four other cocks were being stroked, yes, I had stripped naked and stood above my sexy girlfriend, my shaft pulsing in my hand!

With an appreciable moan, the man in her left hand roared and shot a load across Kelsey’s nose and cheek. As he added to the frosty drizzle, Kelsey’s mouth opened with poorly hidden glee to catch a first lob of the man on my rights orgasm across her red tongue.

At that point I lost track as the 5 strippers unloaded their heavy balls onto my lovely girlfriend’s face, head, arms and back.

Each cry of pleasure that accompanied a spurt of cum made Kelsey shiver with desire. At last it was me alone, the five men slowly disappearing off stage.

My sexy and independent girlfriend looked up at me, her beautiful face and red hair a white mess of flowing white goo. Her next words made me cum like I had never cum before. “Please, give me more?”

I jerked feverishly as she put her hands on my thighs and opened her mouth wide, seconds later I erupted, the two weeks without sex evident as I splashed one rope of sperm after sincan grup yapan escortlar another across my girlfriends face and chest.

Each spurt made her giggle more and more. As I milked my last drops, she began to smear the glaze of cum into her mouth slowly, her eyes locked on mine, each gulp of her throat was followed by a moan she had never blessed me with in all our years together.

When she reached a hand up, I grasped it and helped her to her feet. As we turned I nearly jumped out of my skin as the men stood there with smiles and reviving cocks.

“She”s been such a good sport, we want to give her a good hot shower ” the apparent spokesman said, I could see the other 4 men smiling and stroking themselves in anticipation.

“Only if you cum too” Kelsey said to me after a moments thought.

“Lead on ” I said as my heart pounded, tonight wasn’t over yet!

The men lead us into the group shower behind the stage, and soon the 7 of us were crowded beneath some amazing shower heads. Kelsey was the center of attention, it seemed a pair of hands were on every inch of her body, the collected cum rinsed from her hair and skin.

Sandwiched between two men, I was certain their cocks were giving her a thorough DP, her mouth hard on the man’s face in front of her, the other man sucking the back of her neck as they leisurely fucked her in a steamy tandem. Her cries of lust were loud until the talented dancers gave their own grunts as they filled her up, only to have two more men step up.

By the time I was face to face with Kelsey, her eyes were lust crazed and she inserted my hard length into her cum-lubed pussy. So wet and squishy I could ram up into her with ease even as the fifth dancer claimed her ass, I soon added my orgasm to the mix, holding her up as the man finished and slid from her bum with a sad groan.

I held her to me then, letting the water sooth her back and shoulders, her firm breasts against my chest comfortably.

“Take me home Robb” she said at last.

Drying her off was a singular pleasure, seeing how puffy her labia were as well as how red and stretched her puckered star was kept my own package interested despite myself.

She slid on her dress, her panties long since lost and ruined, before she and I walked to the door, the smiling black man held it open for us.

“It was our pleasure to host you both, if the miss likes, the team would love to have a repeat performance, possibly as part of a show, the compensation is generous. No answer is needed now as I have your contact information ” he said to me and guided us to a waiting taxi.

Kelsey seemed dazed, but when her hand found my hard shaft by accident, she surprised me and the taxi driver by blowing me all the way home. She took great pleasure in showing the driver and I the last thick white goo on her tongue before she got out of the car. I tipped him generously and lead her into the house.

As we laid in bed nearly comatose, my girlfriend took my hand, “Thank you baby for the gift, I loved every minute of it”. At which she snuggled up to my shoulder and fell asleep. My mind began thinking about what to get her for Christmas!

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It was Friday afternoon and as usual, I was extremely bored at work and found myself staring at the clock all too often which only seemed to make it move slower. I hadn’t yet taken my “lunch,” so I figured I could kill an hour at the mall before returning to staring at my computer screen, and clock. It was another hot day so I parked in the covered garage in front of Sears to keep my car cool. Once inside, I strolled through the hardware section, but the tools and gadgets were just not keeping my interest today.

The moment I exited Sears and entered the actual mall, I was reminded that Frederick’s of Hollywood is the first store to my right and the scantily clad mannequins in the window were a surprising treat as I chuckled to myself. I found my feet carrying me toward “Freddie’s” even before my mind had decided to take a look around. I was happy with the action of my feet the moment I crossed the threshold of the store as I was immediately greeted by an attractive woman that was dressed in what appeared to be some of Freddie’s more suggestive evening attire. She seemed thankful for the company as I noticed the store was totally empty. She lingered close and we made small talk as I browsed through the racks, trying not to be too obvious about browsing her very nice rack.

She was wearing a cute one-piece dress that would fit right in at a night club. It was all black, but the top portion consisted of black sequins and it only went over one shoulder, leaving the other exposed all the way down to the top of her breast. The shoulder that was covered also included a sleeve which was slit, allowing the shoulder to still be visible. The skirt portion was jet black and seemed to be made of some kind of polyester and spandex mix as it hugged her curves and I could tell she had it cinched up to show off her nicely tanned legs. She was clearly well put together and didn’t mind letting others know that she thought so too! I didn’t think she noticed me checking her out, but the longer I stayed, the more suggestive she became. The way I moved through the store without paying too close attention to any specific item must have made it obvious that my intentions were more for fun and not for purchase. As we got deeper into the store, she introduced herself and started to pull some very sexy items off their hangers and held them up to her tight little body, showing me how they would look. It reminded me of the scene from Christmas Vacation, “can’t see the line, can ya, Russ?” As we reached the back of the store, the items turned downright slutty and I no longer pretended to not be very interested…the growing bulge in my pants wouldn’t allow it!

She had just put back the second pair of lacy garters after showing me how they’d look when I reached up and grabbed a pair of red crotch-less panties…”These look strange, how do these work?” I asked.

“They’re crotch-less,” she explained. “It still feels like you’re wearing regular panties, but these leave a woman’s pussy exposed and accessible should her date want to do some exploring.”

“How interesting,” I responded. “Do you ever wear anything like these?” I asked as I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

“Well, no…but…” she tried to respond.

“But nothing,” I interrupted. “You can’t possibly sell a product without having tried it yourself.” I continued. “Where are your changing rooms?” ankarada sakso çeken escortlar I asked.

“They’re this way, but…”

I grabbed her wrist with my right hand, keeping the tiny red panties in my left and started making my way to the fitting rooms with her in tow. I quickly scanned the store to confirm it was still empty and although I could barely see out to the mall, it still appeared to be quiet. Once we got around the corner to the rooms, I opened one and the moment she walked stepped in, I knew I had her. I could tell in her eyes that she wanted this…she’s probably always wanted this, but she still played coy.

“Sir, this is very unusual” she replied.

“Nonsense,” I retorted. “You must get to know the product you’re selling, go ahead and give them a try.” I said.

She reached for the door, but I stepped in the way. “I need to see how they work of course…you may proceed.” I said.

With a smile and a slight blush, I watched as she pulled her skirt up to her waist which revealed a very sexy pair of black mesh panties. I could instantly see that her pussy was shaved bare, but still, my cock grew even harder as I watched her peel the mesh away from her body and push them down her thighs until they fell down and rested on top of her black stiletto heels. She made no effort to cover herself as she stood up and looked back at me while coolly stepping out of the mesh panties that had pooled at her feet. Not a word was said as our eyes met and then I watched her slowly turn around, grab the crotch-less panties from the chair I had tossed them on and proceeded to bend over at the waist, totally revealing her ass and what appeared to be a very moist pussy, as she stepped into the red panties and slowly pulled them up her long, smooth legs. As she turned around, I stepped into the little room toward her and quickly pulled her body against mine…

“Shall we take them for a test drive?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes!” is all she could say before our lips met and we passionately kissed…my hands grasping her back, pulling her close into me…she wrapped her arms around me, one hand reaching up into my hair as the other fell to my ass and pulled me against her. It was then that I knew she could feel the bulge in my pants pressing against her stomach.

“I think I can help you with what’s in your pants, sir.” she said.

“I know you can, and you will, but first I need to see if those panties impede access to your pussy from my tongue in any way. Sit in the chair and spread your legs.” I ordered. I could see the apprehension in her eyes. Clearly, she was on board with a quick blowjob, but she wasn’t sure about being eaten out with the fitting room door open to an empty store. She must have seen the resolve in my eyes and knew that I was getting my mouth on her pussy and that was all there was to it, for she sat down on the gray fabric chair and spread her long legs before me. Her hot mound of sex looked positively delicious when framed by the red panties and I wasted no time getting to my knees in front of her.

I felt my cell vibrate in my pocket indicating you had replied, but I had some immediate business to address…I could only hope that you were on the way from my earlier txt or even better, already here.

The clerk looked down at me as I began to slowly lick ankara prezervatifsiz sikişen escortlar and kiss my way up her left thigh to her molten hot crotch. She was practically quivering so I let her have it and let her feel my fat tongue lick from where the panties opened all the way up to her clit, pausing there to suck her engorged pleasure zone into my mouth and flick her lightly. Her eyes were closed and she was beginning to moan softly when I detected movement next to me.

I was overjoyed when I looked out the corner of my eye and saw you standing against the wall, enjoying the sights and sounds of my handiwork. I was so thankful that I had sent you a txt message that I was heading to the mall before I left. You quickly put your fingers to your lips so I knew to keep your arrival a secret a little longer from our new toy.

Between licks, and while her eyes were still tightly shut, I asked her, “Have you even been with a woman?”

I quickly continued my tongue assault on her wet cunt and she didn’t answer right away. I thought that perhaps she didn’t hear me and was about to repeat the question when she finally responded…apparently after giving the question some thought.

“Keep…doing…that…and I’ll tell you.” she answered breathlessly; eyes still shut. “There was one time when a close girlfriend and I experimented…we kissed and licked each other…even played with a few of our toys on each other. I really enjoyed it, but the opportunity has never presented itself again.” She stammered out before moaning again, clearly being turned on further by recalling those events.

I smiled and shot a quick look your way between slurping her pussy. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, and maybe it didn’t, but the throbbing increased when in the brief second, I stole a look over at you, I saw you already had your panties off and were fingering your wet little pussy while watching the events unfold. I decided to make our new toy cum before revealing our plans so I started to really fuck her hot cunt with my hard tongue, only briefly stopping to suck her clit. This did the trick and she let out a gasp and started to buck her ass off the chair as she came hard on my tongue.

I could hear you breathing in excitement and knew the clerk would soon open her eyes so I waved at you to exit the room for a moment. No sooner had you stepped right outside the room then did she crack her eyes open and again look down at me between her legs.

“I have a surprise for you.” I say. “How would you like a super hot girl to continue eating that hot little pussy of yours while you suck my rock-hard cock?”

Her eye were wide in surprise, unsure of how to respond. “Scratch that as a question, it’s happening…come in here and and continue eating this hot little pussy for me while I get my dick sucked.” I commanded.

You entered the room, looking hot as ever. The clerk looked shocked, but it didn’t last long as you immediately got to your knees and devoured her delicious cunt. I was momentarily in a daze watching you lap at her dripping sex before I remembered I had a hungry little mouth to fill. I quickly removed my pants and black boxer briefs and promptly walked up to the clerks face, grabbed a handful of her hair and guided my stiff cock between her waiting red lips. I let out sincan gece kalan escortlar a deep sigh as finally I was getting some relief from the throbbing between my legs that started soon after I entered the store. The clerk knew what she was doing and expertly used her tongue to flick all the right spots all while sucking me deep into her mouth. I struggled, as she did too, on deciding where my gaze was drawn…watching a hot girl I’ve only just met devour my hard cock, or watching you suck on the same girl’s sweet pussy as I instructed. Both sights were extremely erotic and I allowed my eyes to ping pong back and forth.

However, as hot as that was and even though I could have done that for an hour, I knew time was short and our luck of the store remaining empty wouldn’t last forever. I had two dripping went cunts to fill with my hot meat so I reluctantly extracted my cock from the clerk’s mouth and told you both to stand up and remove your clothes. In a brief instant, you and the clerk were naked, save for your shoes, and I was now sitting in the chair. The clerk’s rack was as nice as I expected and you remained obedient, awaiting my next instruction.

“I want you to reverse cow girl my cock and she will lick your clit while we fuck.” I said.

I didn’t have to wait long before pleasure washed over my body as your hot wet pussy slid down my tower of flesh until our thighs met. I reached around and grabbed your tits, holding you there a moment to allow the clerk to get in position and begin licking your cock filled cunt. I could feel you wanting to grind, but I held you there…enjoying the feeling of the clerk occasionally licking my balls or what little of my shaft that was not inside of you when she wasn’t tongue lashing your hard clit. I loosened my grasp and you immediately began to ride my cock up and down…slowly at first as you were still enjoying the clerk’s tongue on your clit, but faster and faster as my deep penetration was building a fierce orgasm within you. I again grabbed your tits only to help you slam down harder and harder onto me. At one point, I had to cover your mouth with my hand as you were getting so loud, I feared mall security would arrive in full riot gear! Finally, it hit, a body shaking orgasm and the feeling of your convulsing cunt on my cock was all it took to drive me over the edge too. Of course, things often cum in threes and I could barely perceive the clerk having her own orgasm from fingering herself while she lapped at our joined genitals.

We all stayed where we were for a moment, the only sound being our heavy breathing. After a minute or so, I decided to see just how kinky the clerk might be.

“I’m going to pull my cock out of her and I want you to immediately get your mouth on it and lick and suck as much of my cum out as you can, but don’t swallow.” I said.

She was in a daze and I didn’t wait for a reply…I pulled you up off my softening cock and smiled in erotic delight as she did exactly as I instructed. You simply cooed in pleasure as she executed this dirty deed, but you didn’t know what was “cumming” next.

After we both watched the clerk fill her hot little mouth with my cum from your pussy I said, “Good girl, so ahead and swallow and then you can get back to work.”

Fully satiated, I continued, “Be sure to coordinate with her on when we’ll be doing this again. I know your pussy is aching for some cock so we’ll certainly need to address that soon!”

We all smiled at each other before you gals got to cleaning up, which included the clerk sucking my cock clean of our combined fluids.

Who would have guessed we’d have such a freaky time at Freddie’s…certainly the best mall trip…EVAR!

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The time is 1957 and the place is the Southern United States. Pastor Jedediah Browning is an old-fashioned African American preacher living in the City of Macon, Georgia. He is happily married to a lady named Beulah Cosgrove-Browning, and they have two adult daughters, Mildred Browning and Melanie Browning. The two young African American women are studying engineering at Spelman College. Pastor Jedediah Browning is a dedicated family man who is considered a pillar of the local Black community. In the days before segregation ended, Black church leaders were the protectors of the Black community. They were often the most learned Black men in town, providing leadership and protection against the racist system.

Just like today, the life of a Black leader in the United States of America back in 1957 was far from easy. Pastor Jedediah Browning is the kind of man who is forced to wear a lot of different hats. He uses the Black church to organize the local Black businesses, and establishes a buffer between them and the hostile whites who wanted to keep them underfoot. The great man has taken on many challenges, but where does it stop? When one of his church congregants, a young Black man named Theodore Boswell told him that he’s got questions about his sexuality, Pastor Jedediah Browning and his wife Beulah staged a rather unusual intervention.

“Theo, the life of a Bisexual man is easier than the life of a man who only fucks men, I will teach you what was once taught to me,” Pastor Jedediah Browning promised the young Black man. Theodore looked at the Pastor, a tall, chubby, silver-haired and dark-skinned Black man, and nodded. For most of his life, Theodore liked the fellas, though sometimes, he liked certain women. Theodore wants to find a wife and marry, but he knows that his Homo tendencies will get in the way of that. At the age of twenty one, Theodore has only one semester left at Morehouse College before he graduates. He’s been with seven men and three women, that’s the sum total of his sexual experiences. Is there hope for him?

“Yes, sir, help me control my other side,” Theodore said, and Pastor Jedediah Browning nodded, and thus invited him over to his house for dinner with his wife Beulah. Theodore showed up at the Pastor’s house three and a half hours following the church service, still wearing his Sunday best. When Theodore arrived at the pastor’s house, he was greeted by the pastor’s wife, First Lady Beulah Cosgrove-Browning. The tall, curvy, dark-skinned and statuesque church dame greeted Theodore with a smile and ushered him inside. Theodore felt both excited and nervous around the Pastor’s wife. Lady Beulah has quite a presence, as they say…

“Welcome, Theo, Pastor Jedediah and I understand your concerns,” Beulah said to the nervous young Black man as she led him to the dining room. Theodore looked at his surroundings and nodded, impressed. Pastor Jedediah Browning and his wife Beulah lived in one of the nicest etimesgut duşta veren escortlar houses in the Black section of metropolitan Macon, Georgia. Between running the church, and his two restaurants, Pastor Jedediah Browning does fairly well for himself. Theodore, who was raised by the system, has to work three jobs just to pay for his studies at Morehouse College and keep a roof over his head. How the other half lives…

“Sir, ma’am, I like both girls and guys, but I want to focus only on the gals and be cured of my interest in men,” Theodore said to Jedediah and Beulah as he dined with them. Jedediah and his wife Beulah exchanged a look. Theodore was impulsive, like a lot of young Black men his age, and he didn’t mince words. Jedediah felt a lot of sympathy for Theodore because he went through the same thing when he was his age. The world needs to stop penalizing Black men for their sexuality, whether the Black men in question identify as Heterosexual, Bisexual, or Homosexual. Black men have enough problems to deal with…

The Black community is not tolerant of Homosexual men or Bisexual men. This is really nothing new. In the summer of 1957, just like in the summer of 2021, Black men who are not Heterosexual are seen as weirdoes who are weakening the Black community by bringing some weak and weird stuff into it. A lot of Black people still believe that without the influence of white society, all Black folks would be Heterosexual. This deeply ingrained but erroneous belief persists in the minds of Black men and Black women. This is making life so much harder for certain segments of Black American society…

Life is not easy for Black men who feel zero sexual attraction to women. The Black community does not like them and doesn’t exactly hide that fact. Fortunately, Pastor Jedediah Browning is Bisexual, and since he’s able to get erections over women, he chooses to live a Heterosexual life with his darling wife Beulah Cosgrove-Browning. If Pastor Jedediah Browning was exclusively Homosexual, it would be evident to all that he had zero interest in women, and his life would be a hell of mockery, ostracization, and bullying. The majority of Black churches do not allow certain Black men to become their church leaders…

“Theodore, I am Bisexual, and I cannot change that anymore than I can change my skin color, you must accept your Bisexuality and embrace it, even if you focus mostly on women,” Pastor Jedediah Browning said firmly. Lady Beulah looked at her husband Jedediah and their church congregant Theodore, a tall, handsome young Black man whom a lot of young Black ladies at the church fancied. Theodore was tall, handsome and masculine. The brother looked very manly and very Heterosexual, but clearly he had some unresolved sexual issues, and needed their help.

“I see,” Theodore said with a frown, and the Pastor and his wife nodded. After dinner, Pastor Jedediah and Lady Beulah ankara fetiş yapan escortlar took Theodore to the family living room, and they had a chat with the confused young man. Pastor Jedediah Browning explained to Theodore the difference between Heterosexuality, Bisexuality and Homosexuality. Some men who consider themselves Heterosexual due to liking women ninety percent of the time lead Heterosexual lives while ignoring their Bisexual side. Most Bisexual men like both women and men, but with different levels of intensity and at different times. Homosexual men feel zero sexual interest in women and focus exclusively on men. The three categories are unique and do not overlap at all…

“Theo, when Jedediah told me he was Bisexual, three months into our marriage, I was shocked, but I loved him and we made it work,” Lady Beulah said confidently. Theodore looked at Pastor Jedediah Browning and First Lady Beulah. This gal was like a dream come true. A beautiful Black woman who loves a Bisexual Black man and accepts him for who and what he is. Theodore found himself wondering if he could find a lady like Beulah, and build a family with her. Anything was possible at this point…

“I envy you, sir and madam,” Theo said, and Jedediah and Beulah grinned, and then showed their new friend their appreciation. The couple got naked, and encouraged their house guest to do the same. Theodore, tall and well-built, looked really good naked with his dark-skinned, virile body. Jedediah was tall and chubby, but with a big dark cock. Beulah stood tall, curvy and sexy, with big tits, wide hips, thick legs and a big round ass. The three of them admired one another, and then got the party started. Theodore’s world would never be the same…

“Bisexuality works for us, and it can work for you too,” Pastor Jedediah Browning said as he fingered Theodore’s butt hole while sucking his big dark dick. Theodore wanted to answer but his mouth was occupied. Beulah sat on Theodore’s face, smothering his handsome visage with her big Black booty. Theodore inhaled Beulah’s womanly scent and began eating her pussy. The sexually adventurous trio lay on the carpeted floor of the living room and explored each other’s bodies. Who says that Black church folks lead boring and repressed lives?

“Hmm, I am beginning to think Bisexuality is right for me,” Theodore said, in between licks of Beulah’s cunt. Sitting on Theo’s face like a queen on her throne, Beulah smiled as the younger Black man ate her pussy. Meanwhile, Pastor Jedediah Browning sucked Theodore’s cock and fingered his butt hole. The pastor and his wife joined forces to sexually stimulate the handsome younger Black man. Pastor Jedediah Browning got Theo’s dick hard as a rock, and then the fun really began…

“Theo, put your dick in my wife’s vagina,” Pastor Jedediah Browning instructed, and he handed the younger man a condom. Theo watched as Beulah got on all fours, and sincan iranlı escort shook her big round ass at him. With a swift thrust, Theodore thrust his hard dick into Beulah’s pussy, which felt warm and tight around his dick. Meanwhile, Pastor Jedediah Browning came up behind Theodore as he fucked his wife Beulah. Caressing Theo’s ass, the Pastor grabbed condoms and lube. Without further ado, Pastor Jedediah Browning worked his cock into Theodore’s ass…

“Oh yes, fuck me,” Beulah screamed, and the tall, sexy Black woman began grinding her big Black ass against Theodore’s groin, driving his dick deeper into her pussy. Meanwhile, Theodore was on cloud nine. With Pastor Jedediah Browning’s thick cock filling his butt hole, and Lady Beulah’s tight pussy gripping his dick, Theodore was having the time of his life. Theodore moaned in pleasure, and went with the flow. Pastor Jedediah Browning grunted as he fucked Theodore’s butt hole. Theo’s ass was almost as tight as Beulah’s butt hole, which is saying something. The Pastor happily fucked the young Black man who was fucking his wife. The three of them fucked and sucked much of the afternoon away in this fashion…

“Let’s switch things up,” Pastor Jedediah Browning said, and the preacher smiled at his wife Beulah and their pal Theodore. Exchanging a nod and a smile, Beulah and Theodore joined forces and sucked the Pastor’s dick. Paster Jedediah Browning groaned in pleasure as Theodore sucked his dick while his wife Beulah sucked on his balls. After a while, the three of them switched things up. The Pastor grinned as his sexy, big-booty wife got on all fours and shook that big ass of hers. Putting on a new condom, Pastor Jedediah eased his cock into his wife Beulah’s butt hole. Meanwhile, Theodore came up behind the Pastor and caressed his hairy old ass. After grabbing a new condom and some lube, Theodore buried his dick inside his Pastor’s butt hole. Let the good times roll…

“Hmm, fuck my ass,” Beulah screamed, loving the feel of her husband’s dick in her butt hole. Pastor Jedediah Browning moaned as his wife Beulah’s tight butt hole gripped his dick, while Theo’s huge cock filled his ass. This was the Bisexual Black man’s paradise, right there. With his big cock buried in his wife’s butt hole and his male lover’s cock buried up his ass, the Pastor was having the time of his life. Pastor Jedediah Browning, his wife Beulah and their new friend Theodore fucked each other in just about every conceivable way that afternoon. Who says that rural Black life has to be boring?

“Thank you for a wonderful time, sir and madam, I concur that Bisexuality is the best option for me under the present set of circumstances,” Theodore said with a smile. Pastor Jedediah Browning and his wife Beulah thanked Theodore for his visit, and sent him on his merry way. Following this event, Theodore gained a new lease on life. As a Bisexual Black man living in the Southern United States, Theodore faces a unique set of challenges. Theodore must find gainful employment after graduating from Morehouse College, and find a lady to marry. Of course, such a lady has to be open-minded about Theodore’s other side, otherwise she’s useless to him. Theodore knows his task is daunting but not impossible. After all, it’s been done before…

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This is a true story. We are a married black couple living in South Africa, Pretoria. I am 46, tall and slim built. My wife is 34, extremely beautiful and medium built. We’re both employed.

The one thing that me and my wife have always had as an advantage is our agreement to be open and honest to each other. Nothing is too small or big to discuss, especially if it has the potential to distabilize our relationship and ultimately, our marriage. So, one night earlier in our relationship whilst we were making love, I told her that she’s so beautiful and I wonder how another man would feel seeing her naked. She clamped me tighter with her hands and immediately orgasmed. My mind immediately overloaded with images of that happening and I also immediately filled her hairy pussy with my load of cum. Afterwards I asked her why she came so hard after I told her about another man seeing her naked and she simply said it sounded naughty and hot. We left it at that and slept.

Over the next couple of weeks I kept bringing it up during our love-making sessions and told her that it was my fantasy. She did not commit to anything but always came hard when I mentioned that scenario.

About five months after we met but she still resided at her home and only visited me regularly. This one particular Friday she informed me that she was going to sleep over at my place after work and only going back home on Monday after work. The Saturday we woke up, went for breakfast in Wonderpark, North of Pretoria and just drove around after that. At about one in the afternoon my best friend Patrick called and asked me what I was up to in the afternoon. I informed him that I was with Motso (then my girlfriend and now wife) and we haven’t got anything much planned. He said he planned to come and visit me and I said it’s okay we’ll be home around two in the afternoon.

He escort sincan escort arrived around fifteen minutes after two. It was a warm summer afternoon so we decided to go and get a few beers and kill time. Motso preferred ciders but was not a fan of alcohol as such, she would drink slowly just to pass time but not necessarily to get drunk so we bought her a few flying fish cans. It was the second time that Patrick met Motso so the conversation was not that awkward. We sat and drank and chatted away. As the evening set Motso went to the kitchen to prepare us supper and I noticed Patrick watching her as she went to the kitchen. We ate and continued conversating. At about ten we were all feeling tired and my friend suggested that he leave. I then said to him that it was a bit late for him to leave at that time of the night as our area is notorious for highjackings and he was well aware of that. I suggested that he crush in our guest bedroom and he eventually agreed.

Me and Motso went into our bedroom, closed the door and started undressing. One thing about us (me and Motso) is that when we’re together she sleeps in just her panties and I sleep in my jockeys, so immediately after she was undressed and under the blanket, and with the beer having rushed to my head, I opened our bedroom door and said to Patrick that he hasn’t bid us good night. He opened his door and was in his boxers. I repeated to him that he didn’t bid us good night and he laughed and said okay what do you want me to do. All this while my wife had her head resting on her propped hand on her pillow and starring at me. I said to Patrick “come into the bedroom and say a proper good night”. He deftly walked into our bedroom, sat on the nightstand and looked at me. I felt pressed to take a leak due to the beer and I said “kiss Motso goodnight” as I walked out the door elvankent escortlar to the bathroom to take a leak.

When I returned after about two minutes, he was still sitting on the nightstand but bent down and kissing Motso. His right hand was busy rubbing Motso’s flat tummy with the blanket still covering her body below. I went to the other side, got on the bed and watched them. After Patrick noticed that I had no problem with him kissing her, he got of the nightstand which gave Motso an opportunity to give me that hard, quick question look. Patrick lay flat on the other side of the bed and continued where he left off. His hand eventually went a bit lower under the blanket bit not too far and I heard Motso starting to breathe a bit heavily. I took out my dick and started pulling it up and down slowly while watching them. Patrick’s hand eventually went down a bit far and I knew he was running it over her hairy twat, whether on top of her panties or directly on the pussy itself I wasn’t sure but I was certainly getting excited.

What made me realize that he had his fingers somewhere in or on her pussy was when she started breathing heavy and putting her own hand in his boxers. She started pulling and pushing on his dick too which was by now prominently bulging. After about five minutes of this, I started rubbing her left thigh and Patrick stood up and started pulling her flimsy panties down, exposing my beautiful wife’s hairy pussy. He grimaced as if he was stopping himself from coming immediately and knelt down to eat her which didn’t last for more than two minutes. In a matter of seconds his boxers were kicked off and he was between my wife’s legs and lifting her right leg for penetration. He started slowly and kept increasing his pace. By then I was also completely naked and moved up to feed my rock hard dick to Motso’s etimesgut kaliteli escortlar mouth which she eagerly took and sucked while moaning hard, something which I believe comes naturally for women. Patrick fucked her hard for about ten minutes and the next thing he grunted, tensed his ass muscles and I knew he was spewing his hot cum deep in my beautiful wife’s hairy cunt. She was also clawing at his ass and convulsing. I almost lost my load but I quickly withdrew my dick from my wife’s mouth. Patrick rolled off her after about a minute and I immediately plunged in her. Her cunt felt slimy and with my overloaded senses, I also dumped my load in her in no time.

We all fell asleep with Motso in the middle. Somewhere around three in the morning I was awakened by the bed shaking and Patrick was nailing my wife. We alternated fucking her for about forty minutes and fell back off to sleep after dumping more loads of cum in her beautiful pussy. It was a bit hot so I adjusted the window to our bedroom open to let in some cool air.

At about six in the morning I woke up to take a morning leak. Afterwards I peaked in the bedroom and noticed that both their eyes were open so I decided to go outside and deal with my morning cigarette craving. I put on my tracksuits pants and went through to the back and stood next to our bedroom window whilst smoking. I heard a bit of kissing through the open window and after a while I heard the normal flash slapping and my wife moaning. I finished smoking my cigarette and went back into the house and when I entered the bedroom, it was when Patrick was again just stiffening up his ass as he groaned and dumped another last load of the night. We prepared breakfast and Patrick left.

To this day, he remains our best friend and every time he visits we know it’s gonna go down. We are now officially married. One thing about my wife is that she always reassures me that it’s all about having fun but her heart belongs to no other man except myself. The positive of this is that we don’t have trust issues. She is now looking for another beautiful woman who she can watch me fucking. I’m looking forward to it happening.

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“Let’s try it, it’ll be great!” Joy Adams said.

Her friends, Lisa Bowers and Allison Watson were a bit more cautious.

Allison asked, “Are you sure we won’t be recognized?”

“Yeah, no sweat, I’ve posted some racy videos of myself alone, and no one knows it’s me.”

Lisa said, “I gotta admit, it sounds pretty exciting. Thinking of horny guys watching us, maybe some horny girls, joining in with their own stroking.”

The three 18-year-olds could feel the building excitement. Yesterday, they had all gotten waxed, when Joy suggested it and said it would be perfect for what she had planned. A light well-shaped tuft of pubic hair was left above their openings, to show that Lisa was a natural redhead, Allison a natural blonde, and Joy was a natural chestnut color.

Joy said, “Let’s do it now! My parents won’t be home from work for another 2 hours, we can use their king-sized bed, we’ll all fit nicely.”

They trooped in, and the excitement started to build as they stripped naked. Just the idea of what they were about to do was warming them up, tight pussies were getting delightfully moist. Joy took the cam and set the tripod up.

“Ok Ally and Lisa, take the position, so I can get us all in the frame.”

They did so, and she was focusing on her 2 best friends, on their knees, heads lowered down to pillows, so no one would see anything but 3 tight teen cunts that would be exposed. She imagined herself joining them, feeling her pussy moisten delightfully, and pulled back the view to give it enough room to capture her. She quickly went over and held the remote control that would start the filming.

Once she was in position, she said quietly, “Everbody ready?”

At Lisa and Allison’s yes, she said, “Okay, here we go.”

She pressed the RECORD button on the remote, and they could hear a very soft whir sound as the camera started.

Allison was feeling prickles etimesgut yabancı escortlar of excitement, displaying her tight little fuckhole so wantonly, she ran a hand down and stroked gently along her tight pussy lips, letting out a soft mmmm as her fingers started to stir up the heated juices.

Lisa felt the same lust, her fingers slid down, swirling across her belly, seeking out the wet heat. Her pussy lips were swollen with sexual excitement, and she let out soft purrs of pleasure as her fingers slid over and over the moist, hot labia lips.

Joy was full of the rush, it had been hot enough to expose her tight little pussy to a camera, and masturbate by herself. This took it to a whole new level of heat, as she got into her favorite way to masturbate. She used both her hands and found her wanting labia lips. She gently rolled and tugged at them with the thumbs and index fingers on either hand. Joy could feel her juices flow, she dipped her right hand down, gathered some of her copious moisture, and spread it around her pussy. It was so slippery, she was so wet. Her clit was begging for attention. Joy brought her right index and middle fingers together, placed them on the outside of her right labia, and began to gently stroke her engorged clitoris underneath, it quickly rose up to her fingers. It felt more hardened than at any time in the past.

Allison could feel her clit rising up from its cover. She rubbed her clit softly with her finger before slowly inserting two fingers into herself. Her breathing was coming in sharp little gasps. As she got more into the rhythm of masturbation, she pushed her fingers deeper while she cupped one of her breasts and squeezed her nipple. When she pulled her fingers out, she could feel how dripping wet they were before plunging them back in again. She felt wanton and wicked as she wiggled her hips a bit, her ass presented ankara yeni escortlar to the camera’s view, as if beckoning for a rock-hard dick to take her hard, plunge into her soft, wet, pink hole.

Lisa was into her favorite rhythm, her right hand curling over to the center of her pussy, and with her middle and ring fingers, she gently caressed her enlarged clitoris. She stroked slowly at first, and after each dozen or so strokes, would slip these same two fingers into her opening and slide them in and out of herself several times. The lubrication made it even more delicious as her wet fingers slid over her clit, making it throb and tingle, as she repeated the process. She had started slowly, and as she got more into her session, she did it a bit faster the next time around. Her moans of pleasure added to the lust-filled soundtrack.

More cries and grunts of pleasure rose up, and the soft softs of nimble fingers plunging in, the wet squelchy sound of dripping wet fuck-holes being finger fucked joined into the soundtrack.

Joy wanted to take it to another level. With her hand coated with her juices, she reached under, letting out coos of pleasure as she rubbed the juices all over her tight little asshole. She had learned how to masturbate and play with her tight little asshole, the sensations were amazing, and her orgasms were power-packed explosions. With her tight little butthole lubed up, she poised a finger against her, and let out a loud squeal of pleasure as she pushed, driving her finger in between the rose-shaped pucker. When her finger was buried, she started to pump rapidly, finger fucking the tight little butt hole.

She whispered, “Finger your assholes, really put on a show!”

Allison was all for it. She discovered how good it felt when she had tried it out in the shower. The feeling of her tight little asshole being caressed was fucking sincan oral yapan escortlar spectacular, and she had masturbated wantonly, fingers pumping in and out of both her hot holes, barely able to hold herself up as her orgasm crashed down on her. Getting clean had never felt so dirty!

Now, whoever watched the video would see her doing it. Her fingers were dripping wet, she slathered the fingers all over the tight rim, she felt the rush of lust as she nudged a finger in, letting out loud moans of pleasure as her tight little asshole was breached. The well-lubed finger slid in as far as possible, and she started to finger bang her back door. Her moans and cries of pleasure mingled with Joy’s sounds as they worked over both steamy holes.

Lisa had never played with her asshole, she wasn’t sure she’d like it, but the rising tempo of sounds from Joy and Allison encouraged her. One of her fingers rubbed at the tight little pucker, she gasped, holy fuck, that felt so fucking great. She pulled the finger back, buried it in her soaking cunt to get it lubed, then drove it in, letting out a loud squeal as her asshole was breached for the first time. Feelings of crazy lust started to surge through her.

All three were simmering in lust, showing off their cunts and assholes, and playing with them on camera was beyond anything they’d ever done. Any man watching the video would have a raging hardon, pumping his prick as three 18-year-olds were masturbating furiously, fingers pumping in and out of tight little assholes and dripping pussies, cries, grunts, and moans of pleasure filling the soundtrack.

Joy was first to go, and she let out a full-throated howl as she exploded, her cunt was gushing, holy fuck, it felt like she was exploding.

Lisa went next, god, it felt so good having both holes being fingered, and the idea that horny men would be watching, and stroking off their stiff cocks to a happy ending while seeing them, she was squealing with pleasure as her cunt dissolved in a rush of hot juices.

Allison heard her best friends in the throes of orgasm, two more swift strokes, and ahhh, she went with them, her body shaking as her orgasm grabbed her and shook her in that grip of pleasure.

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If you want to know how my holiday brought me to this point, read ‘Happy Go Lucky Jackie’ and ‘Happy Go Lucky Jackie meets Darren.’

It took a few moments to get over the shock of finding that Darren and I were alone. I had to adjust quickly and told Darren he’d better come in.

“But Dom knows we’re home and will be here any moment. So don’t get any foolish ideas.”

I kept out of Darren’s way by going to the kitchen to look for beer. Was I pleased to be alone with Darren? I sent another message to Dom: “We’re back. I need you here at once because I’m having difficulty controlling Darren.”

Darren gave me no chance and came up behind me, hand feeling down my front and pulling me against him. I closed my eyes and pressed my thighs firmly together. This was dangerous play and I was desperate for Dom to arrive. If I didn’t get a grip, he would walk in to find Darren on top of me.

“I don’t need a beer,” said Darren. “I want to kiss your pussy.”

He lifted me up and carried me to the settee. All I could think was that Dom hadn’t come back. It made no sense to me but he hadn’t been joking. He wanted this to happen. I gave up resisting and I lay on my back, knees apart. Darren’s scrubby chin rubbed against my thigh. He dragged my thong to one side, lips catching and pulling my flesh, tongue reaching inside me. Why would I want to stop him? I lay back and spread my legs wider.

“If anyone comes we must stop,” was the best defence I could manage.

He laughed and drew down his zip. “Then we mustn’t waste time.”

His cock sprang into view and there was no point protesting. He was large — as large as Justin, if not larger. I touched it, put my hand round it and examined it closely, remembering the picture of Justin.

“You’re not fucking me so don’t think you are,” I told him.

“Keep doing that.”

He bent forward so that his cock was in front of my face. His balls felt dangerous and heavy and he liked showing off his prize possessions. I pumped his cock hard between my fingers. Could I make him come with my hand or should I use my mouth? Either would be preferable to having him fuck me. The photograph of Maxine which her mouth round a cock was still in my head and I touched the tip of his cock with my lips, then put my mouth round the end, gripping his shaft. He pressed hard against me and I was gasping for air as his length filled my mouth and connected with the back of my throat. This was nothing like with Dom, who was gentle and considerate. I had to tame this cock and make it serve me. I seduced it with my lips, moistening his broad ridge with saliva and pressing against him with my tongue and cheeks. He seemed to expand with every stroke of my lips.

After a minute or two he pulled away despite my efforts.

“Put on your pretty heels and take off your clothes,” he told me.

“I’m happy doing this.”

“Just do it.”

I took off my top and skirt but left my thong. He reached out and snatched it down. I kicked it away and put on my red shoes only to fall back into his arms.

“I’m not your sex toy,” I insisted. “You shouldn’t make me do this.”

“You know you’re mine. A slave to my cock. You want me to fuck you.”

I dropped to my knees meaning to take him back into my mouth but he pushed me down so that I was on the carpet on my back.

“I’m married,” I said.

My legs were spread and he was kneeling between them. “Don’t fuss. This is what you want.”

“Someone might come.”

“Relax.” He was leaning forward caressing my sex, fingers prizing my lips apart. “You want me to fuck you.”

“No.”

His cock was above me sticking out proudly. Only my pussy would tame his cock. I needed Dom to stop him and he wasn’t there. I closed my eyes and he was above me on his elbows, his face close to mine.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what? Of course I want you to fuck me.”

So this was it. I had no defences left, no way of stopping him. No wish to stop him. I tensed as his cock pressed against my pussy. With an effort I relaxed and his tip slipped inside me followed by more, his weight on my pubis as every inch filled me. I clutched his shoulders and spread my legs wider as he crushed me into the carpet. When he thrust against me I winced, stretching and opening further until I was comfortable. I was enveloped in his arms and when he moved in me I was gasping for breath and murmuring nonsense to myself: “Bastard. I said don’t fuck me. You’re too big. Fuck me. Dom, what have you done?”

“Shut up and fuck,” said Darren moving faster.

I could think of nothing else but his weight on me, his smell and the rhythmic thrust of his cock. I gripped him with my cunt and he felt good as if I’d been waiting my whole life to be stretched and pummelled by his cock inside me. Before long I was trembling and breathless, gripped by a sharp orgasm.

I had no time to recover because Darren worked himself up to another level, his sweat dripping onto my chest, my red heels kicking in the air, my breath coming in spasms. Another orgasm was building and I wanted him to come with etimesgut duşta veren escortlar me. I was digging my nails into the muscle of his shoulders, my legs spread wider to absorb all of him.

Something must have caught my attention. As I came, I opened my eyes and found that we weren’t alone. Dom stood across the room watching open mouthed. I must have missed the sound of the door. Our eyes met and my orgasm overloaded me so that I closed my eyes and shrieked like a wild thing. Darren tensed and froze mid-thrust, pumping his seed deep into me. It was empty heartless perfect sex.

When I opened my eyes Dom was still watching and I felt a guilty pang when he twisted his lips into a lop-sided grin — something he did when he made a joke. It seemed hardly to matter when I realised that Maxine was there and Justin too. Maxine caught my eye and laughed, high fiving with Dom. We remained clutched in one another’s arms, not knowing what to do. I was breathing hard and trembling. There was no point pretending I hadn’t enjoyed myself. Well husband, this is what you wished for. Don’t blame me.

Eventually Darren lifted himself and jumped to his feet, escaping to the bathroom. I was left spread on the carpet and it seemed that everyone was staring at my sore and gaping sex. With an effort I pulled my knees together and climbed to my feet with only my fine heels for protection. I was covered in sweat, my hair matted, my breasts and belly marked red from the friction of Darren’s body. Semen began to leak down my thigh.

I decided I wasn’t going to look ashamed or guilty and with my head high and a swing to my hips I walked over to Dom. I imagined myself an athlete, proud of myself for winning a race.

“It’s no good complaining Dom. You could have stopped Darren any time. I told you to come home but you took too long.”

Dom’s grin had faded and he was struggling to find words. He stared at my breasts and the semen on my thigh.

“Perfect. What a performance! You were so much into it dear.”

Disgusted, I turned to Maxine who was laughing at me and pretending to look shocked. “You might find me a towel instead of gawping as if you’ve never seen a naked woman.”

“Mum that was so hot! I knew you’d be great at fucking. That’s what I told Darren. You look like a queen. Or at least a pornstar. Poor Darren looks beaten up.”

Dom appeared with a small towel from the kitchen. Suddenly it was too much for me and I fell into Dom’s arms, tears arriving in a storm. In some ways this was relief — relief that I’d managed what Dom seemed to want: I’d fucked Darren and done it well and nothing could change that now. Beneath the emotion was something else — a release of tension, a feeling of satisfaction and bodily contentment that comes from good sex. All through the evening I’d been fighting my desires and now I was fulfilled. And Dom’s arms held me tight so that I was complete.

I was sobbing. “Are you satisfied Dom? It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted Darren to fuck me. Don’t ask me why.”

“You were wonderful especially when you came. I knew you’d look great with one of Maxine’s young studs driving you to do beautiful things. I’m so proud of you.”

“Don’t get carried away. It was sex. It amused you to see me lose my cool with a pretty boy.”

He laughed and kissed me. “That too. But seeing him, you know, fucking you. That was better than anything I could imagine.”

“Your wife fucking a pretty boy? That’s crude not beautiful. Crude, glorious sex. You make no sense.”

“I know but you’re a star, believe me.”

I couldn’t understand Dom. I used the towel to wipe away the sweat from my breasts and draped it round my shoulders. It didn’t cover much. I glanced at Justin and he gave me a thumbs-up when he saw me looking.

“And you can stop looking so cocky,” I snapped. “There’s no way I’m fucking you.”

Everyone laughed. Maxine said, “Why not mum? Justin’s as good as Darren, if not better.”

“Because I don’t sleep around. In any case, I’m Darren’s.”

Everyone laughed again and Darren appeared from the bathroom with a small towel round his waist and we sat side by side at the table and shared a glass of water. Darren looked round curiously, sensing the electric atmosphere.

What’s the matter? Have I upset someone?” he said.

“Not me,” said Dom. “If I had one to give you’d have a gold medal.”

Maxine sat down the other side of Darren and put an arm round his naked shoulder. “Well mum, marks out of ten. How did you enjoy Darren? Did I choose well?”

I smiled at Darren and kissed him, still vibrating from the pleasure he’d given me. “He’s a good boy. Of course Dom is tops but Darren’s an eight.”

“That’s mean. A nine at least.”

“Are you saying he’s made love to you too?”

Darren looked guilty. Maxine shrugged and smiled. “I had to make sure he was right for you. I like boys who don’t have to try too hard but just keep going. That sums up Darren. Indefatigable.”

“And with a big cock,” said Dom.

“That’s dad’s thing. ankara fetiş yapan escortlar He wants to see you take on a big cock.”

Dom looked uncomfortable and I couldn’t stop myself giggling even though this conversation was embarrassing for me too. “Darren’s big enough for me. He made me come. More than once. I’m sorry Dom but it’s the truth and you can’t blame me for enjoying myself.”

“I’d says that makes him tops and I’d like to see him make you come again.”

“What about me? I deserve some of what Darren’s got,” said Maxine.

“And me,” said Justin. “I’m champion when it comes to size.”

I shouldn’t have said it to my daughter but I did. “I’m sore so you’ll have to look after Darren. He’s all yours.”

“Then you need more practice, not less. And Justin’s waiting. You can’t give him nothing. He’s had a frustrating day since you teased him this morning. Justin can be gentle as well as rough. Tell him to be gentle and let him fuck you Mum. He’ll turn you to jelly.”

“I’m too old for marathons and I’d rather go to bed with Dom.” I tried to catch Dom’s eye and prompt him to get up with me but he was smiling at Maxine.

“You mean leave me to satisfy these boys alone?” she said. “That’s hardly fair.”

“I’ve already made Darren come.”

“Only once. He won’t be satisfied until he’s come at least three times. And I promised Justin he’d be able to fuck you.”

“I decide who I fuck.”

“Come on! You’ve been parading about nude to get him interested. Mum, you’re a shameless cock tease. Hey Daddy, you want to see Justin fuck mum?”

“I think she has to.”

“I’m not cheating on Darren.”

“Much better do what Maxine says,” said Darren.

“Darren doesn’t mind. I’ll keep him happy.”

“I’m sore and exhausted and I’ve had enough extra-marital sex for a lifetime. There won’t be any more.”

Dom put an arm round me and kissed me. “You smell wild and sexy and I like it. And watching you parade around naked in front of everyone is like walking into a wet dream. I want to see another big cock pounding you. I like to see you driven wild with lust.”

“The holiday doesn’t have to be all about sex.”

Everyone laughed. “I don’t see why not,” said Maxine. “Surely you’re not leaving me to entertain both these boys on my own?”

“They can sit down and behave.”

Justin stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I clutched the towel to me but his hands slid down to cup my breasts.

“Dom’s right. You smell of sex. Like a tigress. I’ve been waiting all day and you feel ready for sex to me. I could show you something I’m sure you’d like very much.”

“He means his cock,” said Maxine laughing.

I clutched his hands to stop them roaming, embarrassed by a surge of lust. I must look shameless.

“Don’t give me your sob story,” I retaliated. “I bet you’ve been fucking Maxine all day.”

“No such luck. She’s fickle and kept me on short rations so I’d be primed for you.”

“She can make up for that now. I have principles but she seems to be forever chasing after fresh cock.”

“Did you hear that Daddy? I think Mum’s just called me a slut.” To me, she said, “Admit you’re a slut too. You love cock and can’t say no.”

“I’ve said no.”

“But you don’t mean it, does she Dad?”

“I think she really wants more. Now she’s bitten I don’t see why she should ration herself. How can she ever have had enough of boys like these?”

“Shut up Dom. I’ve had more than I ever intended.”

Justin bent and kissed me. “You’ve not had me and I want you very much.”

“You can’t get round me with flattery. You’re only doing this because Maxine told you to. Why not go to bed with her. I’m sure you’d prefer that.”

“That’s rubbish Mum. You’re a special fuck. Justin, do you want to fuck my mum?”

“I’ve been waiting all day.”

“How many times must he say it? Come on Mum, we’ll take a breather and tidy ourselves up. You need to wash off Darren’s cum. That’s what makes you smell. Then, if you’re really in doubt, we’ll see which of us Justin thinks the sexiest.”

“What do you mean?” I was suspicious.

“Are you intending to walk round naked all evening? We’ll shower and put on some sexy clothes. The boys need to be teased.”

The truth was that I was excited by Justin’s hands on my breasts and talk about fucking these boys. It was embarrassing to admit it so soon after Darren. And Dom, where did he fit in?

“Come on Dom, it would be better if we went to bed and left these young people alone.”

“It’s not that late. I have a sexy wife and I like to see the playgirl she hides so much of the time. I think you should do what Maxine says. I’ll find the boys some beers.”

We showered and I ended up behind the closed door of the bedroom with Maxine. I was busy telling her off but she ignored me and walked naked round the room picking clothes out of the suitcases.

“Shut up Mum and listen to my idea.”

She sketched out a short tableau in which we dressed up as tarts in a brothel. Justin was the client sincan iranlı escort demanding the best girl in the house. We’d parade for him and Justin would choose between us. I thought about it.

“What about Dom?”

“Dad’s our pimp. It will make his day if we put on a show for him. He likes to see us dress up. Our job is to make him proud. Now what sort of tart do you want to be?”

I giggled, knowing I was unable to resist this play.

“I’d be a proud and imperious whore. But I’ve no idea how to dress.”

“Let me show you. At heart I’m an eighteenth-century courtesan. I make my living on my back letting the boys do the work. I’m an expert.”

“Where do you get such ideas?”

She laughed. “It’s practice. I work hard at enjoying myself.”

Then I knew I was going to fuck Justin and it was pointless to resist. The playacting would be a cover for my shamelessness and I could act the whore without admitting that I was one.

I wore a pair of Maxine’s black seamed stockings and her suspender belt. Of course they looked great with my heels. Then there were tiny black panties and a sort of low-cut black bustier with crimson piping. I’m a little bigger than Maxine so I bulged at the top, my nipples partially uncovered even with one of the catches unfastened.. She examined me critically and got her makeup. I sat still while she made me up my face with pillar box red lipstick and blusher.

“The guile of the courtesan,” she explained laughing as she used her blusher brush to add colour to my nipples.

I brushed my hair while she put on fishnet tights and strapped black heels. She was fully shaven and wore nothing underneath the tights so that the broad weave pressed into her sex, emphasising her lips. For her top she had a sort of pink gauze strip which wrapped around her firm breasts and hid nothing. The effect was diabolical — a concentrated mix of sex and power.

“What do you think?”

“I think you win hands down,” I said. “I’ve got a fight on my hands.”

I loved how we looked and felt bold with Maxine beside me. We flung open the door and tripped into the room arm in arm. The boys and Dom were sat at the table and looked up from their beers, mouths dropping open. They began clapping and shouting approval. I let go of Maxine and stalked across the room, eager to keep their eyes on me. I went over to Dom.

“Well husband, do I look good? You want to fuck me?” I bent and kissed him, smearing his lips with my lipstick and wiggling my ass in front of the boys.

“Hey Justin, you should have the best. This girl’s for you,” said pimp-master Dom.

“Not so fast,” said Maxine and copied me with a taunting swagger.

I watched the men’s eyes swivel to follow her and allowed her a moment to enjoy the attention. Then I went over to Justin and leaned over to kiss him, my reddened nipples almost in his face.

“Well which of us is it?” I demanded, bold as anything.

“Now you smell of nothing,” he said. “I’m disappointed.”

“Well lover, what’s it to be? You want me or what?”

He grinned and stroked my nyloned thigh. “I can’t be bothered with cock teasers. I want a girl who’s enthusiastic. Maxine’s always fun.”

He was teasing me. “Of course I’m enthusiastic. I can do anything Maxine can do.”

“Then why did you say no? How much do you want it?”

“I want it a lot.”

“I thought you didn’t like me. You want me to fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me. I wanted you all along. I was only playing hard to get because I was ashamed of admitting I wanted you so soon after Darren.”

His hand went to my panties and a finger slid underneath, piercing me at once. “Hear that Dom? Your wife’s soaking wet and says she wants to fuck me. She’s begging for it but is she telling the truth?”

“I think she is.”

He pinched my clitoris and I ground against his hand. Then he unzipped his trousers and freed his cock. I glanced up and saw that Maxine had put her hand under Darren’s towel and exposed his cock, which grew as she rubbed it. I was jealous, resenting the idea that Darren was as happy to have Maxine as me. Bending, I took hold of Justin’s cock and copied Maxine. Seeing that Maxine was now on her knees with Darren’s cock in her mouth, head bobbing as she worked on him, I knelt to do the same to Justin. I got my mouth onto his cock and was aware of his size — in fact bigger than Darren. Before I could do more than rub my lips down his length, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up and threw me onto the settee on my front, knees on the carpet. His hand dragged down my panties.

“You’re going to like this,” he said, pressing against me from behind so that I could feel his hardness between the cheeks of my buttocks. I felt limp and feverish and was held in the position Justin wanted me. His cock nudged my lips, an inch spreading me wide. I was jerked forward and almost cried out as he pressed me into the cushions, his broad arms holding my waist. I winced as another inch entered. With difficulty I relaxed, parting my knees a little more and adjusting the tilt of my pelvis to match his thrusts. It was good to feel his cock immersed in me radiating warmth through my body. Another forceful push and he filled me tight. I was sore but this added sensation and I was groaning as his hips drove the air from my lungs. Soon I was gulping air and sweating and wondering when my orgasm would break on me.

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Chapter 10 — Scheduling Snafu

I watched Kevin closely to be sure he wasn’t having any misgivings about having gone to Jake’s swinger party.

Jake called and asked me on a date, too. I told him I wanted to go to the beach, and that’s what we did. We drove up the long barrier island almost to the end, where very few people go. I’d made a picnic lunch and we lugged that and all our blankets, lotions, and everything else with us to near the water’s edge.

Jake had driven his Hummer. I suspected he could have driven us all the way to where we set up camp for a few hours. I teased him about it. We set up umbrellas for shade, and then did our picnic complete with beer and wine. I went topless since there were so few people around. If anybody noticed other than Jake, I’d be surprised.

We went swimming, listened to the radio and talked about music. I learned he was an accomplished jazz pianist. I begged to hear him play some time soon. We walked about mile down the beach and back, collected six sand dollars as we went; one of them was rare and about six inches across. We wrapped them carefully and put them in the picnic basket. I treasure them to this day.

In late afternoon, we packed up and went back to my apartment. We took showers but at my suggestion we remained naked. That led directly to a lovemaking session that lasted almost two hours and resulted in another shower. I resolved to find an apartment with a shower that could accommodate at least two people.

At my suggestion we went to Gecko’s for dinner. I thought it was one of those restaurants where you really got value for money as well a great service. It was local chain. Our whole meal for the two of us, with wine and the tip, cost fifty dollars. Jake obviously liked that. I asked whether he could pay in cryptocurrency, but all he did was laugh and put his Visa card on the bill. I had offered to pay, but he reminded me that I’d done lunch.

I learned later, after a particular situation occurred, that the word ‘snafu’ was a World War II contraction for ‘Situation Normal, All Fucked Up’. I created a ‘snafu’ situation for myself that ultimately turned out better than all right, but there were three unhappy people for a short time.

The snafu started when I invited Owen to dinner at my apartment. He showed up early and helped me prepare a salad as I worked on the veal parmigiana. Dinner was in front of my living room window with candles on the table, some nice red wine, and soft music.

Our conversation was vibrant and somewhat sexual. The longer we talked, the hornier I got. He told me about some of the romantic and sexual encounters he’d had since college, and if that was his goal, he had an eager participant on his hands.

We quickly shuttled the remains from dinner into the kitchen and stored the leftovers for a later meal.

Back in the living room, I did a little strip tease for Owen as he told me how hot I was, and how he wanted to see my porn video and even watch me enticing some dirty-old men on some stripper stage.

I took his clothes off, and dove onto his cock, taking him all the way into my throat — a primary skill that Sheri had taught me as crucial to my upbringing.

Owen shifted us as he got near and ate me to two orgasms. He was really good at cunnilingus, especially when it came to my body. He also knew how to drive his fingers into my cunt and rapidly stroke my G-spot in just the right way to make me orgasm and have really horny feelings for him.

We started to fuck with me riding Owen as he lay back on my sofa. We were about ten long, slow strokes of my vagina up and down his long cock when my front door opened and Kevin walked in.

My brain short-circuited. I looked at him in disbelief. “KEVIN!”

He looked at me in disbelief. “BRIE!”

Owen twisted around under me to look to where Kevin stood. He said quietly, “Hi, Kevin. Are you expected?”

To my surprise, I was speechless and Kevin answered Owen’s question.

“I thought I was expected,” Kevin said. “I had that long drive to our client site today, and I just got back. Brie had said to stop by. We know each other well, so I always just try the door instead of knocking. It was open… obviously.”

I rose up and then slid down Owen’s cock again. He was still hard. I was still horny, although I now had a dilemma on my hands.

I mumbled, “I forgot that I’d invited Owen for dinner. You already know that I fuck all my dates.” I glanced down my nude body to where Owen and I were intimately connected.

Kevin nodded and grinned, “I do. I like that about you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He took a step towards the door when both Owen and I said in unison, “Wait! Don’t go.”

Kevin stopped and turned back to us with a questioning look. I nudged Owen to speak.

Owen said, “Stay and we’ll both make love to Brie.”

I added, “I haven’t been DPed for a while. I’d like that.”

Kevin added, “I don’t mind sloppy seconds either.”

I’d escort sincan escort never heard that term before: sloppy seconds. I figured out what it meant quickly. Owen obviously knew the reference, and so did Kevin. Owen started to piston into my velvety snug love tunnel. I was in ecstasy.

Kevin stripped down at my request, and then I got him nearby so I could suck on his cock as he watched Owen and me moving together, his cock sliding in and out of my vagina. He got very hard, very fast. I had the feeling he liked this kind of thing; I sure did. We were voyeurs.

Owen and Kevin changed places, so I was on my back on the sofa with Kevin fucking me while I sucked on Owen. Kevin and Owen had an aside, and then they both had their orgasms; Kevin deposited inside me, and Owen splattered across my face. I loved it.

Both men cleaned up their messes, but I went off for a moment to the bathroom to complete the job. I also put in a butt plug. I had plans.

My plans went well, too. By the end of the evening, my two lovers were empty of cum, both men had cum in my ass not to mention my other orifices, and I was sexually sated.

I had planned on inviting Owen to stay over, but I thought that would be a slight to Kevin, so around midnight, the two men kissed me goodnight and left. I slept in the wet spot in my own bed.

Well, that snafu worked out well. The truth was that I had never been DPed before that night, although I’d been with two men at the same time. I’d been spit-roasted, but DPing was new. I liked it and had about a dozen orgasms plus all the other good feelings from our lewd act.

To my surprise, Jake asked me out again about a week before his next party. This time we went to the art museum to see a unique exhibition of Chinese art that went back over five thousand years. The museum visit turned out to be more than that, so I was glad that I’d dressed to the nines for him.

As it turned out, since he didn’t tell me, he’d donated a million dollars to the museum, and the exhibition was a private grand opening to honor his donation. We were guests of honor, and were also hosted at the accompanying gala dinner in the five-star museum restaurant. Jake even made a few remarks to the two hundred other people — other donors –about the importance of arts in the history of mankind. He was a spectacular and polished speaker. I was in most of the photographs that got taken of the event, and later appeared in the newspaper that documented the event and his monumental donation.

Kevin found me at work two days later with a copy of one of the news articles and photo. He laid it down on my cubicle desk, and said, “Wow! I can’t compete with that.”

I laughed. “Kevin, it’s not a competition. Jake is good friend as you know. You know him almost as well as I do… well, except you guys don’t fuck.”

He laughed, too. “Touché. I just want to constantly vie for your affection, but… that is too much.” He pointed at the article in the society section of the newspaper.

I replied, “I may not see Jake for two months now, except maybe at his party next Saturday. I’ve been to one of his parties and never saw him, so the possibility is there.”

Sheri came around the corner with the same news article. She put the picture and article on my desk with Kevin’s. “For your scrapbook.” She was grinning.

I stated, “Kevin can’t compete with that.”

Sheri looked puzzled at Kevin. “Why would you even want to try? Jake does outrageous things sometimes. He’s been lucky in his business, so some of those things are expensive. We all love him though.”

Kevin nodded, “I do like the guy.”

Sheri said, “And you’re not out for his money and he knows that.”

Kevin asked, “Is that why he likes us?”

“He knows we’re not gold diggers. He went on a date with Brie a couple of months ago, and she took him to the beach and then an inexpensive dinner. She also never mentioned his work or money. He told me a week or so later that he was testing her and that she passed with flying colors, especially when she offered to go Dutch-treat for dinner. He knew her genuine motivations did not include his bank account.”

Kevin said, “All that money put him in a difficult situation. He doesn’t know whether people like him for his money or just for his personality.”

I teased, “He a great lover, too.”

Sheri nodded and laughed.

Kevin remarked in a sarcastic tone, “As I said, I can’t compete.”

Jake became a regular in the society pages of the newspaper, each time with another knock-out female on his arm. Some of those appearances included Maryann, Sheri, Marsha, Sarah, and me. He quickly got a reputation as the area’s most eligible bachelor. The social grapevine also heard about his prowess in the bedroom, and that further enhanced his reputation and the invitations to great events.

I went to another gala with Jake, this time because he’d completely funded the renovation and re-equipping of a large building elvankent escortlar at the local college. There were rumors that a number of co-eds had also graced his bed because of the deal. I was to help defuse that rumor, and acted loving and supportive of the man over the evening.

Jake donated to other causes in the area, especially as he kept accumulating large amounts of money from his trading in cryptocurrencies. I became his date of choice for those events because I dressed just right and always said just the right thing to the other people there. Maryann also got put in the same category.

Sheri and Maryann had spent hours with me talking about how to behave at the kind of charitable galas that Jake was escorting me to. How was I to look? What makeup did I need? What was I to talk about with the Mayor, the head of the institution, the various deans or doctors or curators or whatever of the places he’d donated to? Should I expect any follow-up?

For each event, I did my homework about the institution and their need for money. In the limousine on the way to most events, I was able to give Jake a briefing about the place and how his money was going to make a difference to the people they supported. He was pleasantly surprised at my helpful knowledge.

I didn’t realize that my meeting lots of important people through Jake would result in my own star rising. I was embarrassed at a hospital event when Jake and I were introduced together as the donors to the new pediatric wing. I’d given a hundred dollars, but Jake had kicked in thirty million. I blushed and apologized to Jake later. All he did was laugh and kiss me. We made love in the limousine as it drove around after the recognition dinner.

While I was Jake’s go-to girl for his important dinners, Maryann became his go-to girl for weekend dates at the various clubs around town. A few times, I’d triple date with Luke and Owen and Sheri, so we were all seen together. The press knew there was no animosity between me and Maryann, but they sold a few newspapers speculating that there was. The two of us put that to rest by appearing at the society editor’s desk and ripping him a new asshole the day after the article appeared. The next day there was a retraction. The fourth estate didn’t mess with Jake’s girlfriends after that.

Through the months of those events, the areas I got coached and advised on by Sheri and Maryann became fewer and fewer. Sheri finally told me one day that I was ‘done’.

“I have no more advice to offer you other than on any particular situation, just as I would with anybody. Brie, you’re done. I can’t see anywhere in life that you need mentoring.”

I hugged and kissed and thanked Sheri and then Maryann for all the time they’d spent developing my social and sexual IQ. I was the happiest I’d ever been, and had a whole new kit of coping tools and techniques thanks to them and their tutoring.

I bought each of them some sapphire earrings that I presented to them over a girls’ night out dinner. I was teary as I gave a little speech talking about my ‘before’ and my ‘after’ to them. We were all happy but crying when I finished praising them.

Our threesome suffered an unusual blow a week later, a day before one of Jake’s monthly sex parties. Jake proposed marriage to Maryann. They were at a high-end restaurant named Michael’s, and she fainted.

Jake, the maître d’, and a waitress revived her and made sure she was all right. Jake reported that with tears of love and affection streaming down her cheeks, Maryann accepted. Jake put a twelve-carat pear-shaped diamond ring on her fingers and kissed her in public. She learned later that Jake had paid just under a million dollars for the ring. The ring was custom designed for him by Harry Winston of New York.

The next night at Jake’s sex party both Jake and Maryann fucked everybody in sight. Everybody congratulated them and then wanted to fuck one or the other of them. I was in line to fuck Jake. We laughed at the audacity of what was happening. I also teased Maryann that I’d fucked her fiancé and intended to do it again. She made me promise I would.

The following weekend, ten of us went out on Jake’s large yacht. Also present but not participating in our sexual romps was one of Jake’s bodyguards. In a low-key conversation with Jake, I also learned that the boat had been weaponized and could wipe out a small flotilla of pirates in the Gulf. He’d also been schooled in the weapons and some martial arts for his own self-preservation and to prevent ransom situations.

Jake and the four other men formed the nucleus of his inner circle: Luke, Owen, Sean, and, to my surprise, Kevin. Their female counterparts were his fiancée Maryann, Sheri, Marsha, Sarah, and me. Whenever we were out and partying in public, the pictures that would appear in the paper always include some or all of us.

More frequently than his monthly parties, the ten of us often got together for, of all things, sexual relations. etimesgut kaliteli escortlar We all loved to fuck… and suck, and lick and bite and kiss and touch… and any other sexual thing you could think of. We were good at it, and always wanted more.

We ladies got increasingly friendly, and usually were sexually involved with each other while the men rested after some serious exertion. We really liked ‘performing’ for the men, putting on little lesbo sex shows for them. The men never played together, but they would touch each other when there was a female involved. A few would even join in fellatio on a man if a woman was also involved.

Owen spent increasing amounts of time with me. Owen quit his job at Retail Software Systems, and started his own company building sophisticated technology architectures for companies and what he called ‘white hat’ hacking and network security.”

Since I was able to code and use developer tools to build websites, we often talked shop, but that side of his business suffered because of demand for the network security solutions. One day he told me that he planned to just stop offering to develop the fancy websites.

In an uncharacteristically bold move for me, I told him not to turn down that business; I wanted that work. Almost on a whim, I quit my marketing job at Knightsbridge after talking to all my friends, and became an independent contractor. Right then, my sole business was with Owen’s clients, but that soon started to change.

I called my business Porter Consulting in order to have a more professional sounding business that appeared to have more depth than it really did. I even did a fancy and somewhat ostentatious website.

I was quickly booked out for work including some contract work from my old company — Knightsbridge Manufacturing. Somehow, Kevin, Sheri, Marsha, and Sarah thought that I was the only person that could do their marketing website work, so I got a lot of sole source work. That made up about a quarter of my work hours. Other clients found me for both market planning and website work, and soon I had a thriving business.

Owen and I were constantly cross-referring each other for work. It was just so normal. I felt so good when one of my clients would use him for work. He told me the feeling was mutual.

Chapter 11 – Freelancers

Owen and I didn’t have offices. It was either my living room or his. He had the nicer apartment, so we worked there more often than not. I could work anyplace with the Internet, my laptop, and a cellphone.

Owen started to travel to increasingly distant clients, and just for fun I started to tag along. I’d never traveled more than a few miles from my home town when younger. We’d be in some great city, I’d work in the hotel while he went to the client site, and then we’d prowl around as tourists that evening and the next day. If we could plan the trip right, sometimes we could get a whole weekend in a remote city.

We were in Denver for two work days and a weekend, when Owen got invited to have Thursday evening dinner with the client and his wife. Owen quickly explained that his girlfriend was along for the trip, and I got included in the invitation.

I went through the meager wardrobe that I’d brought on the trip. If I thought we’d have overnights where we could have some fun, I’d bring one of my slinky cocktail dresses and my CFM shoes. My daytime attire when working at the hotel consisted of sexy jeans and usually a crop top, with flip-flops.

I put on the sexy cocktail dress for our dinner. It was one of those that had two-inch freeboard between the hemline and my pussy lips. Also, I hadn’t brought any underwear. I liked going without a bra, and Owen liked that, as well as when I went without any undies, so there I was ready for a social evening in sexy shoes, a sexy dress, and no undies.

Owen gave me a quick inspection, approved of everything he saw, kissed me, and we raced downstairs and got an Uber to his client’s house in the Washington Park part of the city — a very urban brick home on a busy street with a beautiful public park and pond across the street.

Mike and Grace welcomed us into their home with smiles and polite hugs. Owen had managed to get two bottles of wine from the concierge at the hotel, so we weren’t arriving for dinner empty handed.

Mike and Owen were wearing slacks and sport shirts, and looked very professional. Grace had the remnants of a business suit on from her day of work teaching at the University of Denver. I blushed because I was so overdressed for a casual family dinner. I sighed and when Mike asked, I accepted his offer by requesting a Manhattan.

Grace disappeared and came back ten minutes later in CFM shoes and a very short cocktail dress. She’d also added some sexy eye shadow, eyeliner, and high gloss lipstick to her look.

Grace grinned at me. “I couldn’t let you be alone, and I never get to dress up like this except when we travel out of the city somewhere. I can’t afford to be seen and have my purist academic reputation besmirched.” She giggled.

I bowed and toasted her with my drink. She picked up hers and we clinked glasses. As the men talked about something, she said to me, “Usually when I wear this, I don’t wear underwear.”

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*All parties are consenting and over 18*

I got invited to what was supposed to be a party, nothing big or fancy, and certainly nothing wild. A small bonfire in the yard of an old high school friend. The plan was to have a small miniature reunion of people, but I was the only one to end up showing for various reasons. I preferred it that way as it was just myself, my friend, and his girlfriend. This guy was a good person, a great friend, and a total unabashed man-whore. He had one hell of a high school reputation for sleeping around. He never did it in a mean way, he was up front with what he wanted, and polite when told no, but he definitely got around all the same.

We lit the fire in his back yard, with no fences or trees to hide us from the road, and we started drinking. It was nice getting to meet his girlfriend, we hadn’t really been keeping in touch. She was average height and a little heavy, but very pretty with a soft face and eyes, and short black hair. Best of all she was very friendly, so the conversation flowed easily. We caught up on work stories, and then personal fun stories, and even skirted around sexy reminiscing, the whole time with her flirting with both of us in turn.

It was three hours in when I got up to go find a tree. He approached me and stood beside me to relieve himself as well, while she waited by the fire. I knew the two of them were swingers, but I did not expect what he said next. He told me she liked me, and wanted to do a little more since it was only the three of us. Since it was a little out of the blue, he was checking to make sure I was ok with it, and to let me know it as ok with him as well, telling me to just use her however I wanted. I absolutely did not mind, a little unexpected fun is usually the best kind, so we packed it in and went back to relax. His girlfriend waved me over and pulled me into her lap, laying a hand on my thigh while wrapping her other hand around my waist.

Soon he got up, saying he was headed inside for a few minutes, and hiked it up to the house leaving the two of us alone, and she wasted no time moving the hand further up to grab my hardening cock. I looked down and then looked back at her, and she asked if my friend had explained everything and this was ok. Such nice people. We were making out immediately after I consented, while her hand was ankara ucuz escortlar enthusiastically exploring the bulge in my jeans. I had her by the hair as I held her head where I could keep my tongue dancing with hers, not sure exactly how proceed with my temporary girlfriend, but what I wanted quickly didn’t matter, as she took my hesitation to mean she was in control.

She pushed me up and stood with me, telling me to sit down so she could get on her knees for me. With me in the comfy chair, she reached for my button and fly and pulled me free to the open air. I watched her dive onto my cock, taking my whole length in one go and holding herself down savor it. Soon she was back up long enough to tell me she loved it and went back to bobbing her lips around me. I gripped her head between my hands and watched her work, alternating between long deep throating, and teasing my tip while stroking me. She was amazing, building me quickly to a head and then easing me back down by freeing me from her mouth and licking me from stem to tip. The only thing to jar me from the hypnotic sight was a passing car, reminding me as I whipped my head to the left, that we were completely exposed to the road in the darkness, being the only things moving by the fireside. This thought alone nearly sent me over the edge, as I looked around to see who could could possibly see us, and from where. She pulled my attention back by pulling her lips away and bringing them to my balls, licking and sucking to cover them in drool as she stroked me, and waited until I was looking down at her with my plump dick resting on her face to pull up and take me back inside, locking eyes as she fucked her throat with me. I lasted through a dozen pumps before I filled her stomach.

She swallowed it all, and slowly went back to work on me, never breaking eye contact as she pushed me past my orgasm and into round two. Once she was satisfied I was going to stay hard, we switched positions, with her in the chair and me on my knees in the dirt. She had pulled her panties off while giving me head, leaving her slit exposed under her skirt. As I started to tease and finger her she pulled a condom out of her bra and handed it over for me to get on.

Rock hard still, and in a hurry, I took the hint to open it immediately, sliding it on and walking forward sincan üniversiteli escortlar on my knees. I didn’t have any problems slipping into her soaked pussy, and fit all the way to the hilt on the first try despite the awkward position. I held her hips in place on the chair and slowly pistoned myself into her, enjoying the sight we could both see in the warm light, enjoying the feeling of each long stroke and the heat of her slick juices running down my shaft and onto my bare skin.

I did not want to wait too long, and she was eager for me to pick up the pace, so I soon began to move with a stronger tempo, and was slamming our hips together to the sound of her soft moaning. It was my turn to drag her orgasms out, and I did everything in my power to return the favor. I let her build like that for a while before switching to intimate grinding, ensuring our hips never fully broke contact as I kept myself buried in her. The change in pace put her off her growing pleasure as she adapted, but quickly fell back into a rhythm as she wrapped her legs around and kept me close. When I felt her muscles start to give I pulled out, and teased her with my head, just a few inches of quick twitches in and out as we locked eyes again. I did not intend to tease her long like this, but she was quick to cut it short. after a few minutes she wrapped her legs around me yet again and pulled me in close, telling me to fuck her hard and give her what she wanted. There was no way to resist the order, not with how badly we both needed to finish what we started, and I held her hips tightly and railed her into that chair. Decency and respect for being outside were long gone, as we only thought about out climbing pleasure, until finally her dam broke. With the excitement of the night I was too close to cumming again, and I did not let up, pushing myself through her shaking orgasm until I filled her with what I had left.

Both of us spent, I slipped out and hauled myself back into another chair. The condom ended up on the ground as I tucked myself back in, leaving my zipper and button undone, watching as she sat upright and slowly teased her clit with her fingers. I could see past her, as her boyfriend finally rejoined us. He kissed her and asked her if she had fun, while she continued to openly touch herself. The elvankent vip escortlar next hour or so passed easily enough, with neither of them seeming the slightest bit awkward about the whole situation, making it easy to transition to just relaxing. I never buttoned up, and she never found her panties, so I spent the time staring at her open slit when I let my eyes wander. We made it a few more beers before she got up and came to me again. She looked at my friend and told him she was going to try for more, taking to her knees again and pulling me out. This time was slow, tender, as the conversation stopped and we both watched her make love to my cock with her lips, bringing me back to life. Once I was back to full strength he suggested we move inside, out of the chilled air and dying fire.

Inside, she went right back to it, pushing me down to the bed to come to a rest between my legs. She was back to her long strokes, pulling me deep into her throat, giving me a show while her boyfriend filed in behind her. I couldn’t see him very well, but I could tell when he took his place between her legs. She moaned around my cock, and lost her rhythm, simply holding me in place between her lips as he found his. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I gently reminded her by grabbing her head and pulling her back down, setting her tempo and her throat to work on me. I did not have to worry about cumming too soon to fully enjoy this, so I did not go gently on her, keeping her lips moving and enjoying her warm throat until she finally pushed herself up.

She moved up and straddled me, pulling her top off as I lined myself up to take her boyfriends place in her dripping pussy. With her breasts free, she lowered herself down and let me start biting and sucking, enjoying the previously unexplored parts of her body, while her boyfriend lined up behind her once again. I felt him through the thin membrane between where I filled her, and the tight hole he was breaking in. I can’t remember how long it took her to fit him in, only that we soon found ourselves trying to find a three person rhythm that kept her riding through orgasm after orgasm. Eventually, I chose kept myself busy teasing, biting, kissing, and fondling her heavy breasts while the two of them worried about the pace, and just enjoyed the feeling of being enveloped by her. When I got close to my last orgasm for the night, I pulled out of her slit and they let me up to slide up the bed until I was lined up with her mouth again. With her moaning and working her tongue over my head and surrendered my last drops of cum to her waiting lips and watched them as they rode out their final strokes.

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