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She awoke to the sound of a bullhorn, and realized that she had slept through the two hours, and had only gotten 1 bracelet, which would mean she assuredly lost at the game, her stomach began turning, worried about what she would receive for losing. She sheepishly walked back into the large living room toward the back of the house, realizing that she was not going to be able to leave this situation. She looked around at the other women there, and saw that they all had five or six bracelets apiece, she felt so terrible, and a lump appeared in her stomach. Seymour got up on the couch with the bullhorn “OK ladies, the two hours are over, do any ladies have more than five bracelets?” he asked, trying to get the loud response. A number of women yelled and held their hands in the air. “OK ladies, do any have six bracelets?” About five women yelled and rose their hands, and then Seymour had them all say how many they had, the winner had eight, she was wearing a Victorian dress, showing a lot of cleavage, and she had the breasts to wear it also. She went up to the front by Seymour, to a large applause and cheers from the crowd. Seymour got onto the bullhorn again “OK, you have won the contest, now your reward is that you get to pick anyone from the party tonight, and they will be your love slave for the rest of the night.

“I will take the man dressed as the cowboy” she said, pointing to him. He moved up through the crowd over to her, Seymour gave her a collar and a leash, which she put around his neck, and then he picked her up, and carried her to a different room. Seymour then got back onto the bullhorn and getting back to the rest of the guests.

“Now do any women have three or fewer bracelets?” taksim escort he asked, and Britney raised her hand, all the other girls had three, she was the only person with a single bracelet. Seymour noticed this, and called her up to the stage. “Now Britney, you are the woman with the fewest bracelets, and now you get the punishment for doing that” he said, with a smile on his face, a man behind him gave him a belt, as two men picked her up and spread her legs out, Seymour then put the belt on her, it covered her pussy, and her ass. “This is your chastity belt, and now we will put you into your position for the rest of the night.” He said, having the men carry her over by a chair. In front of the chair was a ring protruding from the floor, and a chain that was threaded through it. She was put down by the ring, and her arms were pinned down behind her back with handcuffs, and they put the chain back through a ring on the cuffs, then tightened the length of the chair so that she couldn’t move out of the position that she was currently in. Then for good measure, the cuffed her ankles together too. “Her punishment is that while the rest of us will be in a wild orgy downstairs, she will only be allowed to please us, and not receive any pleasure of her own. So let the fun begin.” And with that Seymour slapped her ass and leaned down to her eye level. “Now remember, you had the fewest bracelets, if you refuse to do this, you will not be invited back to a party like this again, and the guards will escort you out, if you do an unsatisfactory job, you ass will not be very happy with it,” while he said that he lightly spanked her ass, giving her topkapı escort a hint of what he could do. “I’m sure you will do fine though, and if you do a good enough job, we may let you free.” With that he stood up and began moving around the room.

She could look around a little bit, seeing people pairing off and getting to it on the couches around the room. She saw Tarzan getting head from a girl who was dressed as Catholic School girl, her head bobbing up and down quickly. Her ogling of them was halted when a man dressed as a police man sat down on the chair, his 6” cock already out of his pants. Britney looked at him, looking into his eyes, they were blue, and she stared into them, still thinking about what to do. With that she moved her head up, and kissed the head of his cock before spreading her lips around it, and moving her tongue back and forth over the top of it. She could feel his hands on the back of her head, keeping her nose up against his skin, his cock filling her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. His grip increased against her head, holding her down as his hips pushed forward into her. His hands moved down her head onto her ears, and it muffled her from hearing his loud scream as he came into her throat. It caught her off guard, but she still managed to swallow it, as he slowly pumped a few more times, making sure that she got a full load. Britney was tied down, unable to move, as this scene was repeated four more times, to a male cheerleader, a farmer, a vampire, and a man in a tuxedo, who she thought was supposed to be James Bond.
After he left, the man dressed as Tarzan came and sat in front of her, tuyap escort she smiled up at him, remembering how his cock felt in her mouth earlier.

Then a woman dressed as a cheerleader came over to him, and sat in his lap, rubbing his chest, and kissing his neck. She was a little taller than Britney, and was very curvy, with a smooth round ass, which could be seen since she had on no panties. The cheerleader then straddled his legs, and moved the loincloth out of the way, his manhood straight up at attention. She lowered her pussy onto his cock, she moaned as it impaled her. Britney was watching, seeing his ball, and her pussy juices dripping over them. She moved as far forward as was possible due to her position, and began licking and sucking on his balls. Tasting the cheerleader’s juices on them, she wanted more of it, she began licking her pussy, and in doing so she licked Tarzan’s cock., she could hear their moans as they moved up and down, when she heard them both scream very loudly, and the cheerleader’s pussy dripped down faster. She moved up, off of Tarzan, and turned around, and grabbed Britney’s hair, and pushed her face into her pussy. She tasted the same juices she had lapped at the entire time, but now they were mixed with the cum that she had enjoyed earlier in the bedroom. She could feel the juices beginning to run down her chin, and then the pussy she was enjoying so much was pulled away from her. The cheerleader smiled at her, and leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, and left, skipping off.

Tarzan remained there, looked at her, pointed to his groin and simply stated “You clean.” With that she moved forward and took his cock in her mouth again. She was enjoying herself greatly, when she was pulled off of his cock by her hair, which caused great discomfort. She looked up at who it was, displeased at their actions, and then she realized that it was Seymour, and one of the men who had put her in that position to begin with. He grabbed her by the shoulder, and picked her up, and led her to another room.

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I’m the office fem slut, looking just like I should. I’m all made up with long lashes, mascara, and pink lipstick, though I think by now most of the lipstick has worn off. I’m perfectly happy showing off my naked body just wearing red slutty 4 inch platform shoes while I do my fem submissive thing and suck on my black boss’s cock.

“Ohhh… be good girl,” David manages to moan, and stop a minute and go put something pretty on.”

“Oh all right. I’ll be right back.”

I decide to dress up as that pretty girl and first put on the wig with its honey blonde hair that reaches down my back. Then I put on a matching set of brocade red and black thong panties, bra, and a black garter belt. I find a pair of red silk stockings and slowly work them up my legs, enjoying the sensuous feel of them against my skin.

I put back on my platform red shoes and I admire myself in the mirror. I find a jewelry box and inside is what I presume is expensive jewelry I can tell that they are well made and pricy but still costume jewelry. My Ex had excellent taste for the real and the knock offs. I put on a red velvet chocker with a dangling diamond. I find some silver and gold bangles for my wrists. The last touch to my dress up girly outfit is dangling ruby teardrop earrings. I check myself out in a full-length mirror and am satisfied that I look like a very high priced young and nubile whore with small tits and a very hot and shapely ass.

With swaying hips, I make my way back to David. He has on a white cotton button down shirt and black 501 jeans that are pooled around his feet so that his bare muscular legs, his large hanging testicles, and his solid erection are on display waiting for me. I kneel before it on the cushion to return to worshipping that magnificent member.

“Now, my sexy little whore,” David says in a husky voice holding his erect cock and pointing it at my mouth, “How about getting back to your preparing your hot creamy lunch?”

“Yes, sir.”

I take his thick hot shaft in my mouth and begin to work on it, the solid warmth of it fills my mouth as I happily suck and lick his black prick.

Then David places his hands on the side of my head and buries his fingers in my blonde hair, he pulls me closer and then he begins to thrust back and forth his hips. He moans as he fucks my face with his black meat, controlling how his thick sausage glides in and out of my open hole. My mouth has become a warm wet cunt for David’s cock to fuck as he thrusts it back and forth, in and out of the cunt hole that is my mouth. I’m held tight and I’ve lost all control while David fucks my mouth with only my darting tongue having some semblance of freedom to playful flick the surface of his hot saliva slick cock.

My mouth begins to ache from this continual fucking. I’m not used to having my mouth substitute as a cunt so that he can fuck it, but

I will have to get used to it. After a while I’m sure it will stop bothering me and I will able to enjoy this feeling of being used as a means to give someone else pleasure. That’s it, just focus on the feeling of his throbbing member and I can tell by his thrusts and the moans of lust that I am pleasing David and so I try to relax and enjoy being used like this for his pleasure. My own cock and balls are hot and coiled within the soft fabric of my thong.

I then hear Saul’s voice and he is talking to someone. I hear the sound of two men and the rolling of heavy items on the floor. Saul’s directing them to put them back near the workbench area.

This must be the delivery that he was talking about. I feel a sense of pride thinking I must look so desirable in my outfit, like some whore being used by this gorgeous black man that is my boss.

I hear two wolf whistles from the deliverymen, and telling Saul that I’m a hot piece of ass when they spot me kneeling and orally servicing David.

“Now that you have finished hauling your boss’s hard drive,” Saul says, “would your hard drives be interested in getting plugged into her soft wear for a tune up?”

“We can’t afford what she would cost,” one of them replies.

“From the look of her, that whore probably makes more in an hour then we earn in day,” the other says.

I blush at the praise, feeling my cheeks get warm. I feel all warm from my face to my butt.

“Oh no, boys, you misunderstood. You don’t need to pay for her services. She’ll blow the two of you free of charge. Will pick up her tab,” Saul explains.

“In that case, Hell yes!”

“Oh fuck yes!”

“Excellent. Why don’t you get comfortable, Demetevler Escort undo those coveralls to free our hard drive tools, take a seat on the couch, and sit back and enjoy the show.”

“Thanks,” they reply as I hear the sounds of zippers and fabric rustling as they settle in to watch me getting face fucked by David.

“Ohhh… boys, ” David groans. “I shouldn’t be much longer.”

“Take your time.”

“Don’t hurry on our account.”

“Fuck no, get your money’s worth from that hot little whore.”

“Ohhhhh… yes… ” David groans. “You’re very considerate… ohhhh yess… such a wet tight hole she has for a mouth… oohhhhhh yes… she knows how to suck… goooddd… “

David’s actions increase in intensity. I hold on to his bare hips as he shoves his cock faster and deeper into my mouth. The vigor of his thrust is making my mouth sore. I hope my little cock isn’t so hard that it gives itself away tucked into my thong panties.

“Oh… fuck… yes… here’s your… hot… lunch! ” David cries out as he ejaculates into my mouth.

I grab his thick throbbing black cock to hold it steady as he gushes out.

“OHHH fuck yes! Swallow my loads bitch! OHHHHHH!”

I gulp down his hot cream and more of it spurts out to his cock head to fill my mouth. I gulp it down as well.

“Yeah bitch, swallow his black juice.”

“And then you’ll feast on our meat!”

David throbs as one last burst of hot cum leaks out of his cock. Finally, he is done and I swallow his last gooey load as his black cock relaxes and shrinks in my mouth. I open my mouth and his wilted black meat slips out. I hold his limp black snake and lick the last drops off of his head causing David to shudder with painful pleasure. He collapses back in his chair in satisfaction and exhaustion.

“Your turns… ” David gasps out as he winks at me. “The whore’s all yours.”

“Come and get it whore.”

“Yeah bitch make your way over here, our meat is getting cold waiting for you.”

I stand up on shaking legs and make a show of fussing with my outfit to make myself presentable to them. I swish my hips as I walk over on my fucking tall platform red leather high heels, feeling like some conquering amazon bitch striding over to my next conquests. They’ve stripped out of their coveralls and are seated naked on the leather couch waiting for me, each holding their erect white cocks. Their almost the same size, about an inch difference between them, though one has curly red blonde pubic hair and the other is a dark brunette.

I make a big show of licking my lips as I toss my cushion on the floor in front of their feel and kneel down.

“Now boys,” I say in a husky voice, “Scoot your cute white ass next to each other, don’t be shy.”

They eagerly do as I instruct.

“That’s better. Now it’s time to enjoy some white meat,” I say as I gather up a load of spit in my mouth and then let it flow out of my mouth onto one and then the other cock head. I begin to lick red’s hard on while I slip my hand around brunette’s meat and slick it up using my spit as my grease.

I go back and forth between red and brunette, licking one piece of white meat while beating the other, then switch.

“Oh this bitch is good… ohhhh… ” red moans as I work him over.

“High priced ass… ohhhh… yeah… ” brunette moans.

The boys like me! That makes me feel so nice and warm inside. I show my appreciation of their comments by communicating with my tongue to their cock heads and how my fingers play with their head as well, each in turn, back in forth, increasing their ardor, their pleasure… their lust.

I bring them to such a height of arousal that they begin to leak pre-cum. I use it to grease their pole as I give them a hand while I enjoy the taste of the leaking cock in my mouth as I blow them. I keep going from one to the other and now they are just moaning together with eyes closed and just lost in erotic bliss, their cocks are throbbing and turning a deep reddish purple.

They thrust their hips up at me to, uncontrollably as their need for release is a primal urge now.

I hold red’s cock tightly in my fist to control him as I finish off brunette in my mouth.

“Ohhhh Fuck yes! Now! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” his cries punctuate his ejaculations as his hot cream fills my mouth. “Oh Fuck… she’s soooo good… Oh… oh… oh… “

“Hurry up! Do him… I don’t know how long I can stay… ohhhh… like… this. OHHH… OHH… “

Finally, Otele gelen escort Red finishes cumming with a shudder. The last drops of jizz leaks out of his shrinking prick as I let it slip out of my mouth. I quickly take Brunette’s cock into my mouth and suck furiously on him. In moments, he explodes!

“Oh Fucking whore! Swallow it all! Yes!” He gushes forth bursts of hot jizz into my mouth and I use my hand on his shaft to control the flood enabling me to swallow every last drop.

We are all silent for a few moments savoring our bliss.

Then…

“Oh hell, it’s late! We got to get the fuck out of here and get to our next delivery stop.”

They hastily get their coveralls back on.

“Satisfied?” Saul asks.

“Fuck yes!”

“She’s a natural. Thanks.”

“Thanks for the special deliveries boys,” I call after them. They turn and grin at me then burst out the door.

“Did you enjoy that, little Friday?” Saul asks as David strips out of his clothes now that the guests are gone.

“I did,” I respond with surprise at how far I’ve come since I realized I was gay. I’m not only gay but I’m a real slut as well. “I guess I’m just a slutty cock sucker.”

“Yes you are, Friday.” Saul replies. “Now it’s time to get that pretty ass of yours good and fucked. Go to the bed, get on your hands and knees, and spread that ass for me.”

Oh boy! I get up and sway my ass and walk as provocatively, I can feel my honey blonde hair swish back and forth as I walk. I know I look so hot in this brocade red and black thong, bra, and, garter set with my red silk stocking, I’m like some red flag waving and urging the bull to come and impale me; and I want so badly for my ass to be impaled.

I take off my thong at the edge of the bed and then crawl onto it, showing off my ass and my asshole to Saul, taunting him to plunge into me.

I get on my knees, spread my legs apart, then reach for some lotion, and pump out a small pile of the white cream. I reach behind me with one hand to pull my ass cheeks apart and with the other hand I anoint my asshole and them plunge my greasy fingers into my hole and coat my hole with the cream. I lube up my hole and then pull me cheeks apart showing off my moistened asshole..

“I’m ready,” I moan. “Take me.”

I hear Saul grunt with lust as he approaches. I feel his weight on the bed, he takes the lotion and I hear him pump out some of that cream and know that he is greasing up his erection. I feel his cock head press up against my asshole as he grabs my hips and ass in his hands, to hold onto me and fuck my doggy style.

“You ready to get fucked Friday?”

“Oh yes.”

“After I have you, David’s big cock will take sloppy seconds and really ripe your asshole good and deep.”

“Ohhh… yesss… ” I moan softly as I feel his cock force his way into my ass. Finally.

“You’ve wanted this along time haven’t you?” Saul asks as he goes deeper inside asshole with each careful slow thrust.

“Oh yes… ” It feels like my ass is accommodating the presence of his hard cock inside of it, allowing his slick tool to go deeper into me with each thrust.

“You are a fucking gay whore, who needs to be fucked, aren’t you?” Saul says as pushes himself so deep in my ass that his balls bat against my ass cheeks and then he slowly pulls out so that only the head of his cock is still in me.

“Oh yes… “

With that, he lunges back in and I feel him completely inside of me, every inch of his erect cock and feel his balls being pressed against my ass as the whole weight of his body lies upon me.

“Oh yes… fuck me… please… take me… “

“I will my lovely little piece of ass.” Then he begins to savagely fuck me, in and out, in and out, his balls batting my cheeks and now he only grunts as he fucks me.

“Oh God… I love this… ” I moan as my ass is being pounded. “Oh… I need this… don’t stop… fuck me… don’t stop fucking me… I want to be fucked by you… all… day and all night… nonstop… it feels sooo good… ohhhhhhhh.”

I hear David approach despite the fact that I’m hot and heavily in in the throes of being fucked. Somehow, the sound of his approach is clear over the sounds of my moans and Saul’s grunts as he fucks my ass.

“Uhhh… such a nice… piece of asssss… “Saul grunts as he slows down the pace of his sodomizing. “I knew you would be a delight to fuck… your ass showed such promise… uhhhh… and you didn’t disappoint… Balgat Escort uhhhh… soft ass… I knew you were born for this… you just had such a fuckable ass… you had to be queer… uhhhh… “

“Oh… yesss… I was born to be… ohhhhh… fucked… I was just waiting… all… my life… to be… find… ohhhhh… someone who… could truly… fuck me… teach me… how to be… the queer… ass… that… OHHHHH I AM!”

Saul’s shoved his cock into my hole with such force as he bursts and explodes inside me filling my ass with his hot cream.

“Uhhhhh… such a nice… fucking assss… ” Saul moans as he pours out his load into me and collapses onto me. “Now… it’s David’s turn… ” He says as he pulls out and off of me.

Before I can react and voice an opinion I hear and feel David behind me. His hard, slick, and engorged cock head presses against my wet and oozing asshole.

“Oh Jesse… you feel so goooood” David says as his slick cock head begins to slip into my cum lubricated asshole.

Between Saul’s cum and David applying some kind of lube his large cock head slips into my hole with relative ease. He and I both moan as this occurs.

“Oh Jesse… you have such a tight snug ass… ohhhh soooo nice… ” David moans as he begins to push his way into me.

I feel his cock head press against my hole and it resists. He’s too big. I can’t take it. Yet, I feel him push gently trying to get his large cock to go further into my asshole. OH MY! He is so big. I feel once again like I’m a virgin and I’m being raped! It hurts so much, I can feel my hole spreading apart under the force of his cock. He slowly pushes into me. He forces his thicker cock to go deeper into my hole. OH MY!! “Oh David… you’re so big! OHHHHH… God… ” So much pain… I can’t take it… I need him to stop… but I don’t say anything and he keeps pushing slowly his erection into me.

“Should I stop?” David’s voice is husky and filled with concern.

” Oh God… ohhhhhh… no… don’t stop! Fuck me… fuck my assss… fillll me up with your cock… Ohhhhh God!!” I’m being ripped wide open by his girth as he pushes deep into me. I can’t believe I can take him inside of me. “OHHHH… God! You’re so big! Oh David… Oh David… your cock is hurting me! Oh God… “

“Should I stop?” David asks again sounding so concerned for me.

I love that sound of caring and… love. “Oh God no! Don’t stop,” I blurt out. “Push it in… let me be filled by you… push your big black cock into my small white asshole… oh God… do it! I want to feel you fuck my little hole! DO IT!”

“Oh Jesse… fuck yes… “David responds and he pushes his black thick hardness deep into me and begins to pound me as he fucks my ass.

“OH God! Oh David! Your cock is soooo big… oh God… each thrust… is so… amazing… OHHHHH… fuck… yes… fuck me! Oh God… David Fuck my ass!” I think I’m yelling as he fucks me. I push back against his incoming cock to get it deeper in me. Oh God it hurts but the pain is so good. I want to be fucked by David on and on and on… then I feel it, my cock is so goddamn hard… I’m so fucking aroused by being fucked… I never felt anything like this.

Oh God David! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!

Deeper! Harder! Oh God yessss!” my asshole is being ripped apart by David’s big thick black cock and it feels so good. My cock is so hard and hot it feels like it is about to burst. Then it does! I’m cumming and cumming all the while I’m getting fucked. “Oh David! Oh David! Oh God yes!!” I think I have exploded out my cum and then I’m hard all over again. “Don’t stop David… keep fucking me… more! More! Fill my ass with your cum!”

“Oh yes… Jesse… I want to fill you to the brim!”

On and on he pounds my ass, I think I can feel his balls rap against my butt… is that possible? Can he really be inside me that deep? Can I take his monster! Oh God I love it. My cock is so hard and hot. I think I’m about to burst.

“Oh Jesse… I’m close… so close… I’m ready to… “

“Do it!” I yell. “Fill me ass!” We both push back and forth against each other, my balls and cock bounce with each thrust.

“Now!” we both yell as we both begin to ejaculate, him inside me and me covering the sheets.

Oh God… it feels like a hot ocean is filling my ass… oh wonderful God. There he goes again gushing out another burst of hot jizz into my ass… and then one last blast. “Oh… fuck… David… I’m filled… “

“Yes… you… are… uhhhh… “

We both collapse with happy exhaustion onto the bed and each other.

“Well,” Saul’s voice interjects. “So, Friday, how about making yourself useful and suck my dick while I do some work over here?”

My ass is filled with David’s cum and it starts to pour out as David takes his dick out me. I feel wonderful. “Of course, Saul. I will be right there.”

Such a wonderful job.

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Connor’s POV:

‘Hey stranger, how are you holding up today?’ Leo teased in his mock-Southern accent. I love it when he does that, it makes him sound like a sexy cowboy.

‘I’m good, and you?’ I smiled, he didn’t have to know about the stuff with Caytlin. I didn’t want to bother him with that, and I didn’t want to think about it now that I could see him again. One whole day without Leo had been tough for me. I mean, I’m not that spoiled, but I really did get used to him being available whenever I wanted him. It’s like I got a minor addiction and had been forced to go to rehab for a day.

‘I’m fine, thanks.’ He grinned. ‘You’ll never believe what happened to me on the train this morning, you of all people are going to love this!’ He tried to contain his laughter. In turn I tried to contain myself from telling him not to contain his laughter because the sound of it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I listened to him talking about his day, he’s the only person that’s been able to make me laugh in what seems like months. Even if iI really tried to listen to it, the story about what happened to him on the train got kinda drowned out. It took only seconds before I was just staring at him.

His grey-blue eyes that resembled a wild and stormy sea, perfectly contrasted with his thick dark-blonde locks that fell over his forehead. I liked the black snap-back he was wearing, it suited him very well, but I couldn’t help wanting to reach out and pull it of his head so that I could fist my hands in his hair. So I decided to drop my eyes to his mouth instead.

Bad idea.

He’d told me he’d worn braces, like me, and it had been a good thing for both of us. Unlike me though, he still wore them at night. But his perfect pearly whites were not what had me drooling more than once a day, even if they did give Leo his jaw-dropping trademark smile. His lips… Oh man.

The things that I had imagined those lips doing to me, with me, and for me varied in a spectrum that went from sweet and cute to filthy and outright disturbing. I swallowed when I noticed he was trying to remember something about his story and had decided to bite down on his lower lip. And then he flicked his tongue out to lick his lips before continuing.

It was like he knew exactly what he was doing to me when he leaned back from his phone to show off his man-cleavage which was visible through the open buttons of his olive-green button-up. It’s a good thing I am sitting straight up for this conversation instead of laying on my stomach because there sure as hell would be a hole in my mattress right about then.

I adjust myself down below and all but shake my head, forcing myself to keep it together. He isn’t even really here and I feel more comfortable and uncomfortable with him than with anyone, like he just sucks up all my stress and problems for a little while. When we’re talking about everything and nothing.

Well, he’s talking because I’m a puddle of unused, piled up teenaged hormones and.

I scanned his face as he talked away excitedly. Crooked nose from that time he fell off his bike and broke it, one of the stories that had made me laugh.

He had been paddling home from school late and he had been completely exhausted. When he turned into his street he was met by a bunch of zombies and ghosts. Apparently he had forgotten it was Halloween that day and people were roaming the streets in full costume on the hunt for candy. He’d screamed like a little girl and rode straight into a brick wall.

But then everything that happened to him that he told me about, wether it was good or bad, he’d always have a smile on his face. I didn’t understand how someone could be so positive and beautiful and just generally good even though he went through so much.

And by going through much, I don’t mean him breaking his nose.

He had told me about losing his grandparents to a variety of terrible diseases. About his stubbornness in being himself, which gained him a few good friends, instead of a bunch of really popular fake ones. This actually made me look up to him a lot.

And he had trouble in school because… well I’m not really sure about that. I’ll have to ask him sometime.

But still he was so positive and joyful all the time. All of those experiences sounded terrible to me, yet he handled them so lightly and with that easy-going, down to earth attitude.

Hell, I stopped going to school at 12 years old. Compared to his life, mine was a piece of cake, I had everything coming to me ever since I was born. I had all of my family, acting and modelling opportunities were lining up on my manager’s doorstep, growing up in a wealthy family in LA was definitely easier than growing up in a small town in eastern Holland.

Leo is amazing. And I am falling head over heels for, and am very impressed by him. Even just the sound of his voice makes my heart beat faster.

‘So, how was your day? You look like you ran over your own puppy. Twice. Are you okay?’ Büyükesat Escort He asked once he was done with telling his story, a worrisome look in his eyes.

Please not you too.

‘No, nothing’s wrong with me! I’m fine, why does everybody fucking say that!’ It came out angrier than I’d meant it to. So I immediately gave him an apologetic look. To my surprise though, Leo’s smile grew bigger still.

‘Okay, so you’re on your period? How’s that working out?’ He snickered.

I rolled my eyes at him, but I had a hard time not grinning when I did. He caught me.

‘Aha, there’s that smile I’ve been wanting to see.’ And he matched that statement with his own grin. ‘So, you want to talk about what’s wrong? I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.’ Leo said hesitantly, his grin falling a little.

I was happy he was so considerate. The thing was, he’s both the only person I can really talk to, and the one person I can’t talk to about this particular thing that bothered me. Because I obviously couldn’t tell him how I feel about him, for like a thousand reasons.

And yet, there were another thousand reasons why I desperately did want to tell him.

He doesn’t know I like guys, I don’t know if he likes guys, he thinks I have a girlfr- Whoa!

Hold up!

I do!

I do have a girlfriend! Shit this stuff is getting too complicated.

‘So, do you want to talk about something else then?’ Leo asked, that gorgeous grin almost completely gone now.

‘No, no it’s just… drama with Cay… Haven’t seen my friends for a while. Been busy. My life’s just a little stressful lately and… I don’t really know how to fix it.’ I spilled inspite of myself.

I felt like I could trust Leo with it. Although I really didn’t want him to worry about me or have him thinking of me as if I’m some stressed out freak who can’t handle his own shit. My rising doubts were quickly doused though, when I looked back into his eyes.

‘You’re so lucky I’m here, you know that?’ A smirk played at the corner of his lips. But his sincerity shone through his teasing.

‘You have no idea.’ I winked, feigning boldness when I was actually elated and felt carefree now that I knew Leo was going to help me figure things out. The wink though, was planned. I like doing questionable stuff like that, maybe I can find out if he’s into me… Or guys at all. He does seem a bit nervous everytime I try something, but that can mean two very different things.

‘Right, uhm…’ He mumbled, clearly uncomfortable.

…Mission completed?

‘So, let’s start with your friends and put Caytlin on hold for a second, alright? Friends can help you with all the other drama too, and they are forever, you know.’ His sexy british accent had me daydreaming, and hot damn was it a naughty one.

He looked a little more serious now, like he really was worried about me. Those piercing blue eyes looking straight into my heart and soul. His worrisome look made me feel warm inside.

Now that I was thinking about all those different and attractive qualities he has, it’s obvious why they picked him for the part in the movie, I can read all of his emotions straight off of his face. But eventhough that should make him an open book, he still manages to make me feel like he’s completely in control of himself and me. As if he wants me to read his thoughts off of his face.

‘Okay, so friends first.’ I repeat after coming out of my small daze.

‘Yes, tell me, why haven’t you spoken to them lately? Have you been fighting, growing apart, what?’ It felt like talking to a psychologist, but a hot one, and less annoying.

‘I guess… grown apart. We just haven’t been in touch lately, been busy with the career and stuff.’ I said truthfully, waiting for his next question. Which didn’t come, ‘Oh, that’s bad… growing apart is harder to remedy than having a fight.’ He said carefully, rubbing his chin in thought. He looked so cute.

Wait, what?

‘How’s growing apart worse?’ I asked anxiously. I thought it wasn’t that bad.

‘Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. But you know, friends can easily make up after a fight. Growing apart might mean that you became less of friends overtime, other interests that you haven’t talked about and that sort of thing. Just don’t worry too much alright? Like you need more of that.’ He said. ‘Those frown lines on your pretty-boy face don’t need friends.’ He laughed when my mouth dropped open.

‘Excuse me?’

‘What?’

‘Frown-lines? Seriously?’

‘Oh look, there they are.’

‘You better shut the hell up L.’

‘Why would I, C?’

‘Why don’t you go fuck yourself?’

‘Why don’t you come and do it for me?’

That put an abrupt and awkward stop to our playful banter. A blush crept up on both our faces, and I tried to push back all the blood that was racing towards my member.

Leo was the first to recover.

‘Uhm… just try Elvankent Escort to talk to them more, y-your friends I mean. When’s the last time you saw any of them?’ He asked quickly.

Holy fuck. What the heck just happened? Did he… Well no matter. Don’t get your hopes up Con, you guys were joking.

He was joking.

I had to respond.

I hadn’t really talked to him about my friends, actually. I had forgotten to mention them… it made me feel kinda guilty.

‘I haven’t spoken to any of them in like a month or two actually, you’re right I should reach out to them.’ I said, looking down at the keyboard of my laptop. The mood suddenly made a complete U-turn.

I laid on my stomach looking at Leo’s handsome face, half a world away. Was it fair to rely on him for helping me with my problems?

‘You always know what to do, don’t you?’ I said softly.

Sappy. But true.

‘Well, I’m glad you finally noticed,’ he said, smiling and patting imaginairy dust off his shoulders. It made me grin, wider than it should have.

‘I did consider a career in psychology once, actually. Maybe I need to rethink my life choices.’ He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

‘Yeah, as long as you don’t bail on the movie.’ I said raising an eyebrow at him.

‘Of course not, couldn’t do that to you stranger.’ He said, his deep voice once again dripping with cowboy. The thing in my briefs that stirred before was now very awake.

And then he winked at me. I shifted as he popped a grape in his mouth and sucked on it.

I hadn’t noticed the bowl of grapes in front of him before. It hit me like a sneak-attack. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, probably. But shit, I was a goner. He continued talking as he started chewing on it.

‘So, you’re going to talk to your friends more, that’s your first homework assignment for today. Now for the second part: What’s with the missus, hm?’ He said mockingly. A grin spread on his face. That didn’t seem like he was bothered about me having a girlfriend.

‘Yeah… uhm, Cay’s just been acting weird… kinda clingy, and a little slutty at times. Almost like she’s turning into one of those girls that I tried to avoid. She doesn’t seem like herself anymore.’ I said with a face, trying to send some signals to Leo.

It didn’t feel good to blame all of our relationship problems on Cay. I mean, she’s turned into a real bitch, that’s for sure. But I couldn’t deny the lack of attention I had for her. Her being possessive and my disinterest caused a rift between us.

But I couldn’t help it if I was gay, could I?

I knew what Leo was going to say: “Maybe you did with her what you did with your friends, maybe you should give her more attention so she doesn’t constantly has to ask for it.” But the difference between her and my friends was, I didn’t really mind me and Cay growing apart all that much.

All things considered, I don’t really like her anymore and she doesn’t even seem to care at all. She wasn’t lying when she said plenty of other guys would want a piece of her. Word get’s around pretty quickly around here, social media and all… And besides, looking at Leo in front of me I thought, maybe it’s time I just end it. It’ll be better for both of us anyway.

‘Jesus Con, calling your girlfriend skanky sounds like a shitty thing to do. What was she like before?’

I knew he was right.

‘I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m acting like an asshole. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment we started to hate on each other. She used to be sweet and patient and really fun to be around. Now she’s the complete opposite.’

I know that the same probably goes for me. But I didn’t want to admit that to Leo.

Or myself, I guess.

‘So, maybe she needs, no no, deserves more attention,’ Leo said.

Figures.

‘Wow you’re a genius.’ I smirked, rolling my eyes at him.

‘Hey, don’t mock my inner Dr. Phil you unthankful piece of entitled Hollywood shit. I know girls.’

‘You do?’

Fuck. He does?

‘Yes I do, and don’t you look so surprised. You need to spend time with her. It’s as simple as that. She feels like you don’t like her, you being so busy with your career and all.’ I felt a little proud at being able to predict what Leo was going to say, and knowing that he cares about my relationship with Cay. Eventhough I would have liked it more if he had been really jealous, but still.

‘I thought that was it first, that I’d let her down a couple of times. And I did try harder to at least be a friend to her. But she just changed overtime, like puberty hit her and made her a slut or something. She even sleeps around with other guys. I don’t get her anymore, and frankly I don’t even want to.’

I was aware of sort of leading him on to think that it was just Caytlin I didn’t want to be with instead of all girls. But what else could I do?

Leo seemed kinda shocked when I said Cay’s been cheating on me with a couple Beşevler Escort of other guys. Little did he know I’ve been making out with other guys as well. The thought didn’t help the situation that was developing in my briefs. Once again.

‘She’s “sleeping around”? What, she cheated on you? Multiple times?! And you still want to be with her? Con, you’ve got te be kidding me. I thought you were being a lousy boyfriend! Why didn’t you say? Forget about her. How.. how do you feel?”

That was sweet, and what he said filled up my chest with warmth. And I like it when he calls me Con.

‘I-I’m fine Leo, really. I’ve known for a while, and once I figured out she was doing it I didn’t exactly act like a saint either but-‘

‘Nevermind that you started cheating as well! Why bother? Why not just end it before either of you could get hurt any worse? Why do you still want to stay with her?’ I could see that Leo really tried to place himself in my shoes and wanted to help, but now that I was talking about it I understood that my situation with Caytlin was getting more ridiculous and toxic by the day.

‘No, I don’t wanna be with her, I just don’t wanna… break up with her I guess. Well, I do but… I wish our relationship could just end without her getting hurt, for old time’s sake, you know? She wasn’t always like this, we weren’t. I used to really like her.’ I said truthfully, I don’t just wanna dump her like that. It feels like a dick move after all we’ve done.

And, of course, I was also scared shitless of what she’d do if I did.

‘Eventhough she cheats on me and lies to me, she wouldn’t take it lightly if I’d break up with her, I think. She used to be my friend, but when I got lucky in the acting business, she changed on me like crazy.’

Leo considered me for a moment. His mouth was closed and his eyes were concentrated on mine. He reminded me of one of my former teachers who would apparently be able to look straight through me and see into my heart and soul. Of course Leo is a teacher. It didn’t however, feel as uncomfortable as I remember. But definitely more intense.

After what seemed like fifteen minutes, but was actually no longer than a moment or two, he spoke. Still looking right into my eyes which were dripping with a mix of curiosity, sympathy and sincerity.

‘Do you love her?’ As if he was certain that the answer to that single question would resolve the whole problem, he asked me that. The question came unexpected. I had never really thought about that. But in that moment, when Leo asked me that and I looked into his eyes, I knew the answer.

‘No… I never loved her, not in that way, anyway.’ How could I when I felt exactly that emotion when I was staring back into those stormy blues of the man on my laptop-screen. Nothing I felt with Leo had ever come close to what I felt with Caytlin, or anyone before and after her.

But hey, I wasn’t about to tell him that.

‘I don’t think she loves me like that either. It’s complicated, like we have this… arrangement or something. It seems to be just for show. But the friendship that we used to have wasn’t like that at all.’ He looked at me quizically.

‘Why would you still be with someone like that? It’s none of my business of course but, Con I think you’d feel a lot less stressed without her in your life. Or at least without her as your girlfriend. I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t let her walk all over you like that. You’re a great guy. Don’t let a relationship like that change you into someone you’re not.’ He really seemed sorry, like he actually cared about me. Even if that didn’t mean what I wanted it to mean.

‘Maybe, you’re right. Maybe I should tell her it’s over between us.’

But how? She’s gonna unleash hell upon me if I do. What if she decides to tell the press about that time I kissed that guy at the bar?

Leo had a strange look in his eyes. He was studying me. I felt that weird tingle up my spine again. It was like he was looking straight through me again. Damn it’s like a superpower he has or something.

‘You’ve been thinking about ending it with her for quite some time, haven’t you?’ Our eyes locked.

‘Yes.’

‘Hm.’

He just leaned back from the screen and a perfect five ‘o clock shadow appeared on his face as he stared out of his window. I was entranced by him. I only breathed out when I heard his voice again.

‘Take your time to think about it though, alright? Let her down easy if you’re going to do it.’ Leo said knowingly. It was obvious that he had thought about something just then. And I really wanted to know what it was.

Did he have a girlfriend? Did they break up?

None of my business. If he had wanted me to know, he’d have told me.

‘Thanks Leo, you’re like my personal lovelife guide.’ I flashed my best smile at him. It looked like it had caught him off guard, but he reclaimed himself by sending me an equally bright smile.

‘Do I look like I never had a girlfriend before?’ He grinned and my heart sank. ‘I know how to handle girls Connor. Had a few break-ups myself. Take it from me, don’t do it with a text and don’t let one of her friends tell her.’ He said with a stern look in his beautiful eyes. ‘Oh, and never, never propose to have break-up sex. Whatever movie you’ve seen or story you’ve heard, girls NEVER want break-up sex.’

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It started out casually. I think. It seemed that way for a while, at least; just something we did for fun, something that didn’t mean anything, a goof, a lark. A secret for sure but that was nothing different for us, we’d always been close, always told each other things we wouldn’t tell anybody else.

We were best friends. Still are. Have been since junior high. Back then I was pretty much a geek and he was popular but he thought I was funny and I thought he was cool and we wound up hanging out all the time. And we elevated each other as the years went by, I became more popular and came out of my shell and from me he got permission to indulge his intellectual side and show that he was more than just a jock.

We went to college together, sort of by chance but it only cemented our bond. We dated together all throughout college – it never seemed weird, we just ran in the same social circle, a circle in which we were inevitably the locus. We fucked a couple girls together, and that never seemed weird, it was just fun. And, since I’m being honest and everything here, during one of those encounters my hand kinda found his cock and his hand kinda found mine and Lainey, she was the girl we were with, suggested maybe we go a little further so we did and I sucked his and he sucked mine. It was fun and, yeah, hot in a crazy way, and we were all laughing about it and it never changed anything.

We were similar in the fact that college didn’t do much for us. I majored in philosophy of all things and he majored in political science and when we graduated (together) neither of us knew what the hell to do with our lives. So we drifted for a while, living together, waiting tables at the same restaurant.

And then he met somebody and I met somebody and just like that life seemed to get real serious. I wouldn’t say we drifted apart, because we still saw each other all the time, but it was like we needed some distance in order to grow up. We were both in love, more deeply than we’d ever been with anybody else, and in the meantime I started training to be a paramedic and he started training to be a cop.

Then, marriage. We didn’t have a double wedding (haha) but we did get married the same year and he was my best man I was his. Our wives became good friends and, gradually, we reconnected in a way that only two old friends can, having long conversations where we took stock of where we were and how far we’d come. We were both happy, and I kind of loved being a paramedic and he kind of loved being a cop and we both loved our wives and were thinking about kids and all that.

And then gradually things got more complicated, but in a way that only drew us closer. My wife couldn’t get pregnant and it was causing a strain. His wife had a miscarriage. And I think we were both realizing just how carefree and fun our high school and college years really were, and that we might not ever get that back again.

Not that our hangouts were always that heavy. We got into this routine of getting together on Monday nights, cause we both typically had Tuesdays off while our wives worked normal schedules. We’d meet up at the bar, throw a few beers back. If it was more than a few, I’d crash on his couch or he’d crash on mine and his wife would flirt a little with me on her way out the door or vice versa.

And this was one of those times, except we hadn’t had just a few the night before, we’d had a lot. When I woke up the light was right on my face and it was hot and I realized it wasn’t morning light, it was afternoon light.

I groaned, and just a few moments later he groaned from his bedroom down the hall and then we laughed.

“Might’ve overdone it last night,” he said.

“I’ll make breakfast,” I said. So we had a big greasy breakfast, eggs and bacon and buttery toast and orange juice while we watched The Price is Right and joked around with each other. The one thing I’ve always felt around him is comfortable and this morning was no different but maybe it was. Our plates were on the coffee table so we were kicking back and our legs were getting tangled and we just let them rest that way. Not unusual, we’ve always been comfortable with touch, but maybe it felt a little different that morning.

I started this game where we rated the attractiveness of whichever females were bidding to get on the show. So Cebeci Escort even if it was a row with three old ladies in it we’d have to pick which one we’d fuck. Which was cracking both of us up and when he said he’d pick the dude over any of the other prospects and I agreed we really started to lose it.

“I am so fucking horny,” he said, and I concurred, cause a hangover always does that to me. “I tried to fuck my wife this morning but she just pushed me away because, well, look at me,” he said, pulling up his shirt to show a beer belly that was just barely there, and making a face that accentuated his mussed-up bedhead and drunk-haggard face.

“You’ll always be beautiful to me,” I said and he blew me a kiss.

And then for a long time we didn’t talk. Commercials came on. We were just staring at the TV and not looking at each other but our legs were still tangled. And when he finally said “Wanna jack off?” it was such a relief cause I’d been thinking of the same thing.

We hadn’t jacked off together since college but it wasn’t much of a deal to get back into it again. I’d been doing it myself, obviously, the whole time I’d been married and if he hadn’t I would’ve thought something was wrong with him. If I thought about it, and to be honest I never really did, I would’ve assumed that we hadn’t done it together for a while because we never had the time or opportunity. When we’d done it together in middle school, high school, college, we’d been bored out of our minds and horny as all hell and there’d been a bonding aspect to it that maybe we didn’t need anymore, either.

He grabbed his laptop and pulled up some scenes he’d found recently and we started getting into one. We pulled down our underwear at the same time and his cock was rock hard and so was mine and we looked at each other and smiled and I thought “I forgot how fun this is.”

We chatted while we whacked and it was a reminder of old times. And then he said exactly what I’d been thinking earlier – “This is fun, why haven’t we done this lately?” – I said I didn’t know but that we should do it more often.

“Let’s take our time,” he suggested and I loved that. I showed him one of the scenes I’d gotten off to last week and it was just as good as I remembered and I could tell he was into it too. We blew a load, almost at the same time. He grabbed a towel and cleaned us off and then we made more coffee and he said, “You got anything to do today?”

“Not a thing,” I said. And so we plopped back down on the couch and watched more TV and in about an hour I was the one to suggest we jack off again. He nodded, real slow with a sly smile on his face and said “That’s what I’m talkin about.”

And this time we really took it slow. Like slow to the point where it felt like something was going to have to happen just to fill the time because what else did we have to do? I kept thinking about that threesome we had, and it wasn’t the first time I’d thought about it, but finally I mentioned it and asked if he ever thought about it and he said “Duh, it was hot,” and I laughed and agreed.

“It’s not hard to imagine that mouth would feel really good right now,” he said and then it was just like, fuck it, let’s do it again. So I went first and went down on him and it was a little weird at first and then it was pretty hot and then it was like a lot of work. So then he went down on me and god it was good.

We kept it up like that for a while – an hour? two? – just watching porn then TV and switching off giving head and jerking off and then sucking some more. And when he suggested it – “Should we go all the way? Since we’re going this far?” – well, I was kind of shocked at first. Because he was talking about taking it in the ass, and I didn’t think I could do that.

“I don’t think I can do that,” I said.

“Okay but I could,” he said, kind of sheepishly. And I guess I wasn’t totally surprised cause I knew how much he gets off on having things up his ass. He’d always been vocal about it, it was always this challenge to try to get girls to go back there and when he did have girlfriends who’d lick his ass or stick a finger up it it was like winning the jackpot for him. So it didn’t make me think of him any differently but in a way it totally did because I never in a million Kolej Escort years would have made the connection or imagined me sticking something up his ass. Namely, my cock.

But now I was thinking it. And fuck if it didn’t seem like a great idea. But I asked him if he was sure and he said yeah, he was pretty clean back there, he’d had stuff up there as big if not bigger than my cock so why not? If it would feel good for both of us. I kept asking him if he was sure until he started to get annoyed by it and then I stopped fighting it.

He grabbed some lube from the bedroom and we never even considered using condoms cause what would have been the point? Then he just bent over the couch and I lubed up and in a way I couldn’t believe it was happening but in another way it felt like something totally normal, just me and him goofing around and having fun. So I slid it in. I’d done chicks in the ass before so I knew to go slow and everything, let him adjust. And we were still laughing about it as we did it but when I finally did get it in all the way and pull back and thrust in again he gave this little groan, like it felt so good for him. And it felt pretty amazing for me, and that knowledge that we were both getting off big time was the most exciting thing about it.

So I just pounded away, not really caring in the same way that I do when I fuck a girl, like worrying if she’s getting off or if I’m doing it too hard or too soft. I was just doing it to feel good. I got on the couch and he rode me for a while. It was a little weird looking at his face while I fucked him, but then we’d start cutting up again and it was this mixture of seriously getting off but also just fucking around.

He came first. I had him on his back and I was holding up his legs and sliding all the way into him and back out. When I came out I’d hold it on the precipice for a minute just to make him anticipate it then I’d thrust it real hard all the way in. I kept doing that and every time I went inside him his cock would jump up in the air and that made us laugh. Then he started jacking himself real slowly and I just kept doing that, alternating those quick thrusts with a nice slow rhythm and feeling my load build up in my nuts. And somehow I knew it was coming for him too so I just pounded really hard and he shot all the way up to his face. Then I kept going.

“Should I cum inside you?” I said.

“Yeah man, fill ‘er up,” he said. So I did. It felt awesome. Then I took a shower while he made some more coffee. “I’ve never had a load of cum up my ass before,” he said, standing in the kitchen. He had his hand up the back of his bathrobe and was feeling his asshole. And I can’t lie and say I didn’t think of sliding it back in him right then and there. “Hope I don’t get pregnant,” he said.

“Your wife would love that,” I said.

“No shit,” he said, digging his fingers deeper inside him. I don’t know if he was just feeling my load in him or trying to drain it out or what. “Who knows, buddy, we could’ve just figured out how to save our marriages.” I laughed. He took his fingers out of his ass and, as he turned around, I caught him putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

***

It was weird talking about it, at first. But not talking about it never seemed like an option. The first thing I asked him was whether he’d told his wife, cause that was just something we hadn’t discussed. The look he gave me told the story right away. “I hope you didn’t,” he said.

“No, no,” I said. As far as I was concerned it was just something between us. It didn’t have anything to do with our wives, at all. I mean, it wasn’t like I was gonna fall in the love with the guy.

I guess that was the hardest thing to wrap my head around. Cause we did love each other, in a way. And it’d always been a little gay, our relationship, but now the gayness levels were in the red. But I didn’t feel like I was gay. Maybe bi? It didn’t feel like that, either.

At any rate, it was a few months before we ever did anything again. In the meantime we’d joke about him taking it up the ass or how we were both faggot cocksuckers – you know, whistling past the graveyard a little. But then we were at a neighborhood barbeque and he was wearing these tight shorts, and I swear I’d never noticed Yenimahalle Escort what a nice ass he had before, not even when I’d fucked it. And, okay, part of it was that my wife was having some health issues and we hadn’t fucked for a week. But he noticed me gawking at his ass and totally called me out on it when we were alone in the kitchen. And my face got all red which just made him ride me harder about it so I grabbed his ass real hard and told him he knew who it belonged to. And just like that we were both panting a little. We laughed it off.

But I wasn’t surprised when he called me the next morning and asked if I wanted to hang out and said, real casually, that his wife was at her mother’s until tomorrow. I swear I had a hard on the entire time I was driving over there. I got there and he was in that same pair of shorts and we just kind of laughed at each other, like “We both know what this is about.”

But it was still awkward. He had the TV on and the laptop was on the coffee table but I was just like, “Want to just go into the bedroom?” When we go there we started stripping down and we were both getting hard as soon as our cocks came out. And it was totally exciting but in another way it was scary how fast it was accelerating. Like “This is it, we’re meeting up just to have sex with each other.”

That was the first time we kissed. And it was totally spontaneous. It felt like something we both decided to do in the moment – like at the same time. “You’re a good kisser,” he said to me.

“I know,” I said. Anything to inject a little levity into the proceedings, even though it was clear that we were both in heat. We sucked each other, first with him on his knees in front of me and then with me on my knees in front of him. And I swear I was so horny I almost came just from jacking myself off while I sucked his cock. Plus it was just the taboo of it, you know? I kept thinking in my head, “I’m a fucking cocksucker.”

That was the first time I ate his ass, too. When he got up on the bed on all fours it just seemed obvious. He had a great ass, all round and firm and tight looking. He moaned like a bitch while I ate him out and it just turned us both on more. He made some joke about farting in my face and I slapped his ass, hard.

It was a quick fuck, that one, all in all. Lubed up and slid myself in. Fucked him doggystyle for a while then flipped him around on his back and fucked him with his legs propped up on my shoulders. I kept looking in his face, examining his features. “This is my friend,” I thought, because it seemed incongruous that we should be like this with each other. But that incongruity just made it hotter. Just like last time, he came jacking himself off and I came in his ass. But we came together this time, and we were making out as we lost our loads.

Afterward we just kind of collapsed next to each other. Then we laughed. “I needed that,” he said.

“Me too,” I said. Then, we had a long talk. About what it meant, if anything. And if we were gay. And we basically concluded that the answer to both of those questions was “No.” But that we’d certainly found a new level to our friendship that had maybe existed there all along. And was a pretty sweet deal, honestly.

After that things ramped up considerably. I think we fucked at least once a week all that summer and into the fall. Once I tried to take his cock in my ass. It hurt too much and we went back to our original arrangement, which we agreed was working perfectly.

I thought about telling my wife numerous times. Once me and him discussed if we could bring it out in the open and tell them. The thinking was, it was just sex. We were still fucking them. In fact my sex life with my wife felt better than ever – I’m not sure if there was a correlation there, but it was the same for him, too. Like being a little wild on the side made us more open to possibilities in the center. My wife and I were doing things we’d never done with each other. We wondered, could they understand it? Accept it? Would they want to join in? Would that even be enjoyable? Maybe they’d want to eat each other out and let us watch…?

Well, that thought was all it took to get us going another round.

Things cooled down over the winter between us, and that felt reassuring. Like, we can still be friends without banging each other any spare moment we get.

It started out casually, like I said. And it still feels casual, which is, I think, what makes it so great. Sex is such a big deal sometimes. But maybe it doesn’t have to be. Maybe it’s like nature. Pollen drifting through the air, with no real destination in mind – just landing where it lands.

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My name is Ed, and I grew up in a small town outside of Montgomery, Alabama. I was fortunate to have a lot of friends, and I married my high school sweetheart, Olivia, who we all call Liv. We went to college in Montgomery, like many of our friends did, and were fortunate to be able to find jobs in our hometown.Liv is a petite, but buxom, lady, only five feet and three and a half inches tall and weighing one hundred and thirty pounds, with 34DD breasts that look huge on her. She’s beautiful too, with blonde hair and blue eyes, looking much like the actress, Elisha Cuthbert, who played the part of a high school girl that Luke Wilson’s character fucked in the movie, ‘Old School’.She has a bubbly personality too, and has always been flirty and outgoing with everyone, including all the boys and men who hit on her. Before we started dating, Liv fucked two of the boys that I’ll be describing below, as well as many other boys, which is why my friends were able to discover that I’m the author of the stories, as I’ll explain. I hate to admit it, but they’re better hung than me, and Liv sometimes teased me about not being as hung as my friends.Discovering Porn and Deciding to Write StoriesLiv and I have a great sex life, even after ten years of marriage and having two children, largely due to her high libido. It always excites me when Liv flirts with the husbands of our friends, and that started me fantasizing about her fucking other men. I think that’s what got me started looking online for porn on my business trips, and that’s how I discovered cuckold stories, and the related stories about bisexual men sucking cocks.I read all the stories I could, but soon became dissatisfied with most of them, either due to lack of good storylines and character development, or with less than inspiring sex scenes. I got the idea that I could write better stories and knew that it would be exciting to see them published on my favorite story site.It was clear from the beginning that I wanted to focus on cuckold stories, with me envisioning myself as the cuckold husbands. I also wanted to expand my writing about the related cock sucking that occurs in cuckold stories, as well as regular bisexual cock sucking stories, since I had some bisexual experiences, with my best friend, Adam, in high school that reinforced my sexually submissive tendencies. I’ll briefly describe my first cock sucking experience, and then tell you about my first stories.How I Began Sucking My Best Friend in High School I know that I’m most attracted to females, both emotionally and sexually, but I also had some bisexual experiences with Adam. We were on a camping trip in the summer before our junior year in high school, after having turned sixteen, and we used his car to go on a camping trip. Adam bought us beer using his fake ID and all the money we could scrounge up, and we found a camp site near the Alabama River.We started drinking as it got dark, and then Adam pulled out some porn magazines that he snuck from his father’s stash in their garage. The more we looked at the explicit pictures, which showed full nudity and genitals, I became fascinated with some of the men’s big cocks and their big, low-hanging balls, in addition to seeing photos of naked women for the first time. He was mostly focused on the women’s tits and pussies.After three beers each we were both drunk, getting horny, and rubbing our cocks, and Adam said, “Damn, Ed, I could sure use some pussy or a blowjob right now, instead of using my hand. Do you mind if I pull it out?”I had seen Adam’s sock cock many times in the showers at school, but after seeing all the men’s meat in the magazine, I was curious what his cock was like on hard. So, I replied, “Shit no, buddy, and I’ll do the same.”In just a fewminutes we both had our pants and underwear off, sitting in the dim light of the battery-powered lantern, and were stroking our cocks. My cock is an average five inches long, cut, and of average thickness, and I was impressed with his uncircumcised, thick, seven-inch-long cock, and egg-sized balls shifting in his long scrotum.I couldn’t help staring at him, and he finally said, “Damn, Ed, you sure are interested in my cock. How would you like to suck it for me?”Thinking it was the beer talking, I replied, “Yeah, right, Adam. I’ve never had any interest in doing that homosexual shit.”He said, “I haven’t either, but my balls are ready to explode. You’ve been looking hard at me, so I think you want to. Maybe I’ll try to suck you too if you try it for me.”I don’t think I’d have done anything if we weren’t drunk, but I finally agreed, and turned around, laying on my side next to him, in a side-by-side sixty-nine position. I tentatively gripped his cock, and I loved the texture of his think meat and foreskin, as he barely touched mine. He was waiting for me to go first, and I took the oozing head of his cock into my mouth and began sucking it. Then he began stroking my cock with his hand, but not sucking it.His cock tasted so good, and I loved sucking it. I pushed my hips towards his face to encourage him to suck me too, and he finally took my cock into his mouth, but he wasn’t really sucking it. After sucking him for maybe five minutes, I sensed that he was breathing harder and his cock was stiffening, and I thought he might be close to ejaculating. I didn’t want to take his cum in my mouth, but as I started to pull away, he rolled over on top of me, and began fucking my mouth.I realized that I liked being under him that way and ‘forced’ to suck his cock, and I didn’t know what to expect when I felt his big cock start to throb and pulse, as his thick cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed his load as he took his mouth off my cock, and was moaning as he said, “Oh fuck, oh shit, that feels so fucking good. This is my first time being sucked off, and I love shooting my cum into your cunt mouth.”He rolled off me, and I asked, “Fuck, man, why didn’t you suck me off too? Shit, buddy, I just sucked you beşevler escort all the way off and swallowed your fucking cock slime.”Adam was pretty subdued after his ejaculation, and he said, “Sorry, buddy, I tried, but I can’t do that gay shit. You seemed to enjoy it though, and you can suck my cock anytime you want to.”That night began a new phase in our friendship, where I was submissive to him, and he used my mouth for his pleasure. Maybe it’s a character flaw, I but I loved being treated that way by him, and I sucked his cock and balls and swallowed his cum whenever he wanted me to. I didn’t think he ever told any of our other friends, who I’ll discuss shortly, and I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum until we graduated from high school. I didn’t suck anyone else’s cock, until the events I’ll describe later in this story.Writing My First Dozen or So Cock Sucking StoriesBack to the main story, I decided that I wanted to remain anonymous, so I used an alias for my last name as author, Montgomery for my home location, different cities and states for story locations, and different names for the characters so no one could identify me or others in the stories. But it was too hard to resist putting in a few factual descriptions, so the stories would be more arousing for me to write and read, thinking it would be my secret about the real people involved, and good whacking material.My first story was pretty much about my experience with Adam on that first camping trip, and then there were progressively more arousing stories, mostly false, where I started to include other friends as characters that I was sucking off.Some are about Gary, a boy one year older than Adam and me. In real life he was always competing with me for Adam’s friendship, and I knew from seeing him in the showers at school that he has a big, uncut cock, and I guessed that it would be eight inches long on hard. The fact that he was my nemesis, made it even more erotic for me to write about him using me for his pleasure.Then there are the brothers, Matthew, one year older than me, and Cooper, one year younger, and I knew, from changing clothes with them to use their pool, and from several camping trips, they have huge, uncircumcised cocks. Matthew, especially, is a cocky know it all, and it was fun to imagine being ‘forced’ to suck him and Cooper off, as he gloated about me being a cock sucker.The last boy is Luke, who everyone calls Pee Wee, for reasons I never understood. He has a thick, uncut, over-nine-inch cock that I saw when he was pissing out in the woods a few times. He’s two years older than me, and it was easy to fantasize about sucking his big cock too.I hope it doesn’t get confusing, since I’ll be referring to my friends by their real names, except when using direct quotes from stories, where I’ll use their fake names. Adam is called Alan, Gary is called George, Matthew is called Mike, Cooper is called Charles, and Luke is called Lawrence. So, the first letters of their real names are the same as their fake names, which should help keep it straight.My stories about Adam and the others, while still mostly false, became more detailed and juicier over time, and I described not only sucking their cocks and eating their cum, but sucking their balls, sucking their perinea and assholes, and even drinking their piss.Evolution to Cuckold StoriesAfter voicing my fantasies in the cock sucking stories, I began to write cuckold stories. They explore themes about all my friends, who I had been fantasizing about sucking off as teenagers, and who are still living in my hometown. I depicted them fucking my wife after we’re in our early thirties, usually with pregnancy-risk or actual impregnation storylines. There are several different scenarios that worked well for that, including having those friends over to watch sports on television, and then having the situations evolve into them gangbanging Liv.The stories that are most emotional, and therefore arousing, for me to write involve Adam bringing Gary, the guy I dislike the most, over to fuck Liv and even demean me in front of her by making me suck their cocks, balls, and assholes, and then eat their cum from her pussy after they fuck her. Those really feed my submissive fantasies, and some of my scenarios are quite involved.I knew before dating Liv in high school, that she briefly dated Adam and Gary, at different times in our junior year, and she admitted that she fucked them. So, I thought it would make an erotic and demeaning story for myself to make up a scenario where they come over to fuck her when I’m not home, and our kids are at school.The Story that Changed EverythingThe story that changed everything began at our fifteenth high school reunion, where Liv and I and all our friends are thirty-two years old, and everyone is there with their wives. It had been a while since we had gotten together, and some of the other wives were getting upset because of the attention Liv was getting from their husbands. As usual, I used fake names and a Georgia location for the story.Liv was dancing with everyone, and both Gary and Adam were taking her to dark corners of the room to dance. I saw them rubbing her tits and ass, and she not only didn’t stop them, but she reached down to rub their cocks.We talked about it when we got home, and she laughed, before saying, “Don’t be so touchy, we were just having fun and reliving some old experiences. It’s flattering that they can’t help getting their big cocks hard for me.”I found out that much more was going on when I came home from my business trip, early in the afternoon, and found them on our bed. They were kissing her and sucking her big tits, before Adam got on his knees by her head and fed my wife his cock, while Gary was fucking her.I watched them from outside our bedroom door while jerking off, and when both inseminated her, and she was screaming with a big orgasm, I shot my load cebeci escort when she screamed out, “Oh fuck, George, breed me with your big cock, and give me your baby!”But before their orgasms, I described listening to some of their conversations, and I couldn’t resist throwing in a couple of true, identifying comments for my benefit. I assumed that none of my friends would ever read those stories, and even if they did, wouldn’t relate those comments to Liv or me.One of the things mentioned, when Gary was finger-fucking Liv, was when she said, “Damn, George, you’re still fingering me well, even with those two fingers missing,”In real life, Gary had gotten two of his fingers blown off in a hunting accident as a teenager.Another thing was when I described the cute, heart-shaped birthmark on Liv’s inner thigh, right next to her pussy, that only her doctor or those who fucked her would know about.Remember that all I had done in real life up to that point was to suck Adam’s cock and balls, and of course swallowed his cum, in our junior and senior years in high school. I hadn’t sucked those other boys or done any of that other nasty stuff. And only Adam and Gary had fucked Liv as far as I knew, before we were married. There were similar clues in all my stories, that would only mean something to me and maybe one or two other people, and it would be hard to relate them to me.I had been living vicariously and getting off on my fantasies, and little could have prepared me for what happened next.The Football Road Trip – On the Way ThereAlabama is the second-most populous US state without a major professional sports league franchise, and we had to settle for enjoying sports on television, except for rare opportunities for road trips to games within driving distance of Montgomery.I got a call from Adam about two months after my reunion cuckold story was published, and he said, “Hey, Ed, the rest of the guys and I are planning to drive to Charlotte for the Panthers game next weekend, and we’d like for you to come. Gary got us endzone seats a couple of months ago, and we’ve rented a suite with connecting bedrooms on either side.”“We’re leaving on Friday after work, to make the six-hour drive and still get in before midnight. We’ll just hang out Saturday and drink, or maybe play golf or something. Gary will be driving us in his Suburban, so we’ll have plenty of room. He’s bringing a big cooler with three cases of beer, so that should keep us lubricated.”It was clear that the ‘rest of the guys’ Adam mentioned are the same group I’ve identified, including Gary, and had been writing about in my stories. Nothing seemed unusual about the invitation, because we had taken similar trips to Nashville and Jacksonville in the past. I had no reason to suspect any shenanigans, since I had not sucked Adam’s cock since high school, and that’s not something we had ever talked about since.”I was really looking forward to getting away with the guys on Friday, and they arranged the seating with Adam and me in the third row, Matthew in the front with Gary, and Cooper and Luke in the middle row. Everyone was in a good mood, and it felt like there was some anticipation in the air that I didn’t fully comprehend until later, with the guys up front looking back at Adam and me more often than normal.We picked up some burgers, fries, and drinks to go about an hour into the drive, and then after another hour it was dark outside. Adam and I had been talking to the others and each other about mundane stuff like our families, jobs, and the game we were going to.Adam’s wife’s name is Susan, and he leaned over and whispered, “Susan and I haven’t been getting along that well for the past few months, and I haven’t been getting laid. How’s it going for you and Liv?”I thought that was a strange thing to bring up out of the blue, but replied, “We’re doing fine, and she’s always ready for sex, even when I’m not. Sorry to hear about your situation, buddy.”He waited for a couple of minutes and whispered even more quietly, “I’m hoping we can hook up with some North Carolina pussy while we’re there, but that’s unlikely with tens of thousands of other swinging cocks looking to get off. But I was thinking. Do you ever think about what you used to do for me in high school? We haven’t talked about it since then, but if you still have a taste for cock meat and cum, I would sure appreciate the help this weekend. I’ll just tell Gary that you and I will be sharing one of the bedrooms.”The car was dark inside, and it appeared that Cooper and Luke were resting their heads on the seat back, and they may have been able to hear us. So, I spoke even more quietly, and lied, saying, “Damn, Adam, that was a long fucking time ago, and I haven’t thought about that since. You’re not serious, are you?”He answered, “Shit yeah. I think about it every time Susan cuts me off, and a lot of times I’ve thought about calling you to help me out. Here, Ed, just rub it for me now, and you’ll see how serious I am. I think it might have grown a little longer and thicker since then. Then, if you think you might like to suck me, we can do it in our room.”I was starting to pick up on a vibe that maybe he was trying a little too hard to convince me to suck his cock, like it was a little too contrived. Or maybe I was just feeling guilty for writing all that porn shit, using the mental images of my friends to explore my perverted fantasies. I also had to wonder if he had seen a glimpse of my computer screen when I was writing a story, before I had a chance to shut it down, and that may have caused him to bring that up after all those years.My first instinct was to just refuse and shut down the conversation. But writing all those stories did influence me, and I realized that was my chance to relive some of the fun I had sucking Adam’s cock in high school.So, I whispered, “Okay, Adam, I guess it couldn’t hurt to see how big it is now.”Adam kolej escort was wearing athletic pants and he quickly pushed them and his underwear down to about midthigh. I reached over with my right hand and gripped his half-hard cock, and it did feel thicker than I remembered. I started stroking his cock, as I turned sideways so I could reach over and fondle his balls with my left hand, which caused me to lean over him a little.His cock got hard in only a few seconds, and as he put his left hand on my back, lightly pushing me to encourage me to go down on him, he whispered, “Oh fuck, this is great, Ed. Go ahead and give it a taste. I know that you’ll still love sucking it.”I glanced towards the front of the car and it didn’t look like any of the guys were looking back at us or paying attention, so I yielded to his pressure, and leaned down to take his thick, precum-oozing cock into my mouth. I loved experiencing the taste and texture of his cock after all those years, and after writing so many stories about sucking him. I knew that he planned on ejaculating in my mouth when he firmly held my head as he slowly thrusted his cock into my mouth.My old submissive feelings were coming back with him taking control that way, and I sucked his cock for only about five minutes before it began to throb and jerk, and I experienced the familiar taste of his semen and sperm. He held me down on his cock for another few minutes, as I continued sucking and swallowing to get every drop of cock cream.He finally let me up, and as he pulled up his pants, he whispered, “Fuck, buddy, that was amazing that you’re still up for doing that after all those years. We’ve got another three and a half hours to go before we get to the hotel, and I’ll be ready for more of that sweet, sucking mouth of yours by the time we get there.”I just smiled as he congratulated me and I was lost in thought about what a great story that would make, secretly sucking off my friend in the back seat, while my other friends were up front. I really like the taste and texture of his cum and was looking forward to sucking him as often as he wanted for the rest of the weekend. I was also trying to figure out why I hadn’t approached Adam over the years to resume being his cock sucker.We joined the others in conversation for the next couple of hours, and then Adam whispered, “You know, Ed, I was just thinking. I remember you being a good writer in high school and know that you write a lot in your job. So, I was wondering if you’ve ever even considered writing porn stories about our experiences back in high school? With the way you get into sucking my cock, I’m sure that you could really get the readers into the experience.”I should have been more suspicious of his question, given the vibes I got earlier, and then having him instigate me sucking his cock. Although, at that point I had no idea what he and the others were planning. So, I lied and said, “Yeah, I thought about it a few times, but I think it would take a lot of time and effort to write good porn stories, and I wouldn’t have that much material to work with. You’re the only guy I’ve ever sucked, so I’d have to make up everything else.”Getting Caught Sucking AdamWe didn’t talk about porn any more for the rest of the trip, and everyone was tired by the time we got to the hotel just a few minutes before midnight. Everyone was getting settled in their rooms, and I was surprised that Gary didn’t argue with Alan about us sharing a room.Adam and I brushed our teeth and got into bed, and he didn’t waste any time, saying, “Come on, Ed, suck on my balls for a few minutes, while I churn up another load for you. You used to love casually sucking one at a time into your mouth and licking and sucking them.”There was enough ambient light streaming through the window from the lighted signs outside, that I clearly saw Adam’s big balls hanging down on the bed as I moved down between his legs. I began sucking and licking them, as well as licking the thick base of his soft cock, and he began squirming and moaning on the bed. After sucking his balls for about ten minutes, he pulled me up, letting me know that he wanted his cock sucked.I was in position between his legs and partially over him as I held onto his torso. His cock quickly hardened, and he slowly rolled us over until he was partially laying on top of me fucking my mouth. He liked that dominant position in high school, where he could fuck my mouth like a cunt. I sucked him that way for about ten minutes, while reaching around to hold him in place by gripping his bare ass, as he began his second ejaculation of the night in my mouth.His cock was throbbing and pulsing, and I continued sucking, when suddenly, the light was switched on and the other guys were standing in the room watching and clapping. Luke was the first to speak and said, “Son of a bitch guys, Adam wasn’t kidding about Ed being his cock sucker in high school, and I’ll bet that he is the one who has written all those stories as Ed from Montgomery. This is going to be a lot of fun.”They saw Adam’s ass flexing as he continued to pump his cum into my mouth, and Matthew said, “Damn, look at that. Adam is feeding Ed his cum right this second, and Ed’s under him slurping it down likes he’s starving. He sure won’t be hungry when all of us get our turns in his cunt mouth.”Adam finally rolled off me as the guys continued clapping, and I was embarrassed being caught like that. Then Gary said, “Come on, cock sucker, tell us the truth. Are you the one who’s been writing cock sucking and cuckold stories as Ed from Montgomery?”I wasn’t ready to admit being the author, especially since I wasn’t sure how they would react, so I lied and asked, “I’ll admit that I did suck Adam’s cock in high school, but what makes you think that I would’ve written any stories about it?”Cooper spoke up and said, “Well, I got a clue when I came across a porn story on a website that has a character, named George, who was fucking a guy, named Ed’s, wife. The narrative mentioned that George had two fingers blown off in a hunting accident, and that Ed’s wife has a little, heart-shaped birthmark down by her pussy. I let Gary know about the story, because of the missing fingers, and he recognized himself in the story, as well as knowing about the birthmark.”

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The room filled with applause as Dylan switched off the widescreen tv. “That, my friends, is us at our best. I’m so proud of all of you.” Napoleon Drake was a triumph. Dylan had been sceptical about the concept of a megalomaniac duck bent on world domination. But Austen Animation was a risk taking company and it didn’t take him long to realise that this show was destined to be a hit. It was goofy enough for kids to love it, and with a darkly satirical sub text for adults. —– The security guard glanced around his screens. Nothing much to see as usual. If he wasn’t signing people in at the front door he was meant to keep an eye on fire escapes and the entrances to each floor. After 6pm the front door was locked and all he had to do was hourly checks of all floors and all external doors. He hated his job. —– Dylan slid the knife through the soft frosting on the duck shaped cake. More applause. There were precious few perks to being the Managing Director of a small animation studio, but days like today were few and far between. He was determined to make the most of it. Napoleon Drake might just secure the company’s future for years to come.. His team was small and tight-knit. Josh the lead animator deserved much of the credit for Napoleon Drake, along with Tom, Carly and Cameron the script writers. All four of them were quaffing the free wine, and deservedly so in Dylan’s opinion. From across the room Dylan caught the eye of Heather, the Production Manager. He raised a glass and smiled. Heather responded in kind. She had made Napoleon Drake happen. If anyone deserved the lion’s share of the credit it was her. Heather had been the one to convince him to invest in the pilot otele gelen escort episode. She had a great eye for a show, and in truth she was too good to be working at Austen Animation, but Dylan wasn’t complaining. Heather walked over to Dylan, and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You have some frosting on your lip.” Heather’s index finger gently swiped the Dylan’s top lip, removing the smudge of frosting. A quick glance around and with a cheeky smirk Heather licked her finger clean. “Waste not, want not”. A wink, and she was off mingling with the rest of the team. In truth, Dylan wasn’t terribly fond of socialising with the team. If Napoleon Drake flopped he would have to let some of them go. He didn’t want to get too close. So after an appropriate amount of time he slipped from the open plan area into his office. —– The security guard smiled as he watched the younger members of the Austen staff leave to carry on their celebrations in the nearest bar. He hated it when people stayed late, and for months now the Austen crowd had been very late workers. It was only 6.15pm. This was going to be a quiet night for once. —– There was a knock at Dylan’s office door. “Come in.” The door opened and Heather’s head poked round. “The party’s moving down the road. Are you coming for one?” Dylan looked at his pc. He was halfway through a game of minesweeper. “I might pop along later, I’m a bit busy with something right now.” Heather ducked back out of the office. “The boss needs help with something. I’ll be along when I’ve sorted him out.” Heather came back into the office and closed the door behind her. She looked balgat escort through its port-hole window. Everyone else had gone. “I figured you needed to unwind a little, so I brought these,” she waved a bottle of wine and two mugs. “It’d be a shame to waste good wine. This isn’t good wine, but nonetheless…” Dylan chuckled, closed his game of minesweeper and switched off his monitor. “A drink would be good, but a shoulder massage would be even better!” Heather walked slowly past the desk and round behind Dylan. Her hands gently squeezing his shoulder muscles. She pushed her breasts lightly against his back. He smelt good. He always wore an after shave that Heather found alluring. “I can certainly feel the tension. You are all tied in knots. What have you been doing?” “It’s more what I haven’t been doing that’s the problem.” Heather leaned close to Dylan’s neck, breathing in the alluring scent. Inadvertently she touched her cheek against him. Dylan turned his head. Their lips almost touched. His eyes flitted from Heather’s lips to her eyes, and back to her lips again. “I…we…could you just look at this spreadsheet?” Dylan needed to regain his composure. As Dylan brought the monitor back to life Heather moved around his chair and stood next to him. “Do you think this income projection is realistic given what that channel paid us last time?” Heather leaned over to look at the monitor more closely. Dylan couldn’t help from leaning back and glancing at her bum, her skirt hugging it tight. Her panty line visible. As Heather shifted to get a closer look at the screen her left leg brushed Dylan’s right. As Dylan leaned in elvankent escort to point out the line on the spreadsheet he was referring to his right hand moved to the small of Heather’s back for balance. “Oi cheeky!” Dylan realised his hand was a little lower than he thought and swiftly drew it away. Heather’s left hand caught it and placed it back on her bum. “I wasn’t complaining. It feels good there.” Heather stepped in front of Dylan, blocking his view of the screen but giving him a fine view of her ass. A fine view that was until she turned and sat across his lap, her left arm slipping around his shoulders. Without thinking Dylan’s hand crept under Heather’s skirt and began slowly stroking her inner thighs. She wiggled in his lap, adjusting her position so that Dylan’s fingers touched her a little higher up. His thumb rubbed the soft fabric covering her pussy. Heather clenched her buttocks, pushing herself up and against Dylan’s fingers. She could feel Dylan’s cock stiffening underneath her, he could feel some dampness seeping through the cotton panties. —– The door to the 4 th floor was unlocked. The guard was not surprised. The Austen crowd were terrible for leaving the place unlocked. As he scanned the open plan office for signs of life he muttered under his breath and fetched out the master key. —– Heather put two fingers inside Dylan’s mouth. He sucked on them as she drew them out. Popping a button on her blouse open she took the glistening fingers and slipped them inside her bra. She pinched first one, and then the other nipple. Both acutely sensitive to the touch and standing proud. She pressed her body to his, and kissed him. She had wanted this for so long. Wanted him. “I want you to fuck me.” “What?” “I said, I want you to fuck me.” Heather’s hand slid across the desk, scattering papers and stationery on to the floor. She rose to her feet, turned around, placed her hands on the desk and leant over. —– The guard was locking the door when a noise from a side office stopped him in his tracks.

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 She stepped into the cross walk in front of me, and then, realizing that I might have the right of way, she quickly took a step back. She was wearing stiletto heels, and an insanely short flower print ensemble that just eluded sex appeal. She had gorgeous stockingless long legs and her black hair was neatly pinned up. It was about nine thirty in the morning in the downtown area of the small town in which I lived. Since I worked in the area and knew most of the shop owners and shop employees, she stood out, especially the way she was so provocatively dressed.I had my driver’s side window rolled down, so I politely waved her across the crosswalk, even though I had a green light. She beamed a bright smile, a half wave of her hand and stepped into the crosswalk. I’m sure she knew my eyes were glued to her as she walked across the bricks and stepped back on the continuation of the sidewalk.I drove off, thinking about the work I had to do, but couldn’t tear myself away from the image that had just passed in front of me. I made the block and quickly parked in an open space, to see if I could figure out where she had gone. beşevler escort If she was a shopper, she was a tad-bit early, as most of the shops didn’t open until ten. I quickly decided she had to be an employee of one of the local shops.I quickly ruled out the furniture store, as the curmudgeon who ran it would never hire someone so beautiful or sexy looking, I ruled out the coffee shop, and the hamburger place. This left me with a small boutique full of antiques and women’s apparel with a tea shop in the back.I stepped into Sharla’s place and glanced around.“I’ll be right with you,” a cheerful voice called out from behind a curtain that separated the back room from the main part of the small store.“I’m looking for Sharla,” I said. I knew Sharla, but only peripherally.A few seconds passed by and my crosswalk gal stepped out from behind the curtain.“How can I help you?” she asked.“I was looking for Sharla,” I said.“She is on vacation,” the fill-in employee replied. “I’m Desiree.”“Oh, OK,” I replied, trying to avoid the obvious attraction I was feeling. cebeci escort Suddenly, an awkwardness filled me as I realized the foolishness of my conquest. I had to find a way out, so I explained that Sharla has set aside an outfit for my wife and that I was wondering how much had been paid on the outfit. It was a boldface lie, but one that I knew would buy me some time and allow me a quick exit.“Let me look and see,” Desiree proffered, opening a drawer by the cash register to rifle though it. I was captivated by her easy-on-the-eyes beauty. I looked to see if perhaps she was married. I watched as she looked though several pieces of paper. Not seeing a wedding band, raised my hopes.“I’m not seeing any paperwork,” she said, “When did you out it on layaway?”“I don’t know,” I replied. “It’s been a while.”She offered to look in the back office and quickly disappeared through the curtain that separated the front portion of the store with the back office.I stepped up to the curtain and silently parted it. The sight of her long sexy legs and cute ass was more kolej escort than I could possibly ignore. She had her back to me and was rifling through paper work on the office desk in the small alcove of the backroom.I stealthily stepped up behind her and gently placed my hand in the small of her back. She quickly looked back over her shoulder at me, obviously startled by my presence.“I love your outfit,” I said.She quickly turned and faced me, flushed and red-faced.“I don’t know that you’re supposed to come back here,” she quickly remarked.My hand rested on her soft waist and I replied,“Probably not, but since Sharla is on vacation, I don’t think she cares.”“I’m not seeing any paperwork,” she replied.“I know,” I replied, as I slowly dropped my hand on to her hip. The room was very small. There was no way either of us could avoid the closeness. “Maybe Sharla has it put away,”“I can keep looking,” Desiree replied. I moved my finger-tips up and down on her side, pinching the material of her ensemble.“Yeah,“ I replied, “Keep looking.”My awkward feeling had given away to lust.“Would you have any idea where I should look?” she asked.I spied a box under the alcove of the desk.“Maybe it’s in there,” I said, nodding at the cardboard box under the desk.“Maybe so,” she replied, turning and bending over to retrieve the box. As she bent over, her very short skirt rode up the back of her well-toned thighs, allowing me a perfect view of her very cute ass.

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We are on the plane together — it’s a red-eye flight and the plane is silent, and all the passengers are asleep. Amazingly, we are alone in our row. You and I are cuddled under two blankets.  At first, we converse and exchange simple small kisses. You nip my lower lip, and I catch my breath. You ask me my thoughts on your last presentation. Whenever I make an astute comment, you kiss me a little deeper, your tongue piercing my mouth and rubbing against me. As you slide your tongue out, I lick and suck, thinking of other parts of you I want lick, touch, and suck…  I ask you questions to further my understanding…  As I ask questions and listen to you, I keep my gaze focused on your eyes… Under the blanket, your hands smooth over my breasts, exciting my nipples. They pebble under my dress. Your hands cup the weight of me; you squeeze eryaman escort and rub your thumbs against the hardened tips. I try to keep my breathing calm, but I can’t stop panting and leaning into your magical hands… It feels so good. You pinch my nipples and I lean into you, my hands clutching your forearms. I feel your muscles flex under my small grasp.  You lean over, mouth close to my ear, and breathe “shhhh” into my ear. I shiver from your warm whisper. I bite my lip as you kiss my neck…over and over again. The sensations are driving me crazy. I can’t focus. You lick my delicate skin and the whorl of my ear, and I writhe. The only reason I don’t collapse into you is because of my rigid grip on your arms.  As you continue to kiss and stroke my neck, your hands tug my dress sincan escort up — oh the wonders of stretchy knits and A-line skirts — you slide it up my knees. You kiss me, and I pant against your mouth, trying to tell you that I won’t be able to keep quiet — that we need to stop or I will come — that we need to stop someone will see — please, we need to be discreet — please, please, please… I no longer know what I am asking for…  You urge me to lift up and you bunch the skirt at my waist. I sit on the seat in my baby pink thong, drenched with my cream. You pull the dress neckline down, so the fabric rests under my breasts, exposing the tight brown nipples. I sigh as you resume stroking and squeezing me…  You slide your hand down my tummy and rest your warm palm against etlik escort my pubis. You push gently against it and it feels so good… You excite me so and seduce me beyond my inhibitions.  Your hand slides further and your fingers move my thong aside. You slide your hand against my core and my cream coats your hand. My eyes shut as you rub my clit. Ungrasping your arm, my hand strokes your cock through your pants. I squeeze it and stroke the outline of its length and girth… I remember the feel of you in my pussy, and my core throbs and squeezes reflexively on its emptiness. I moan. Daddy whispers, “shhh…” I carefully unzip your jeans since Daddy granted my request that he not wear underwear. Your hard, turgid cock thrusts up through the opening, I take hold of it in my hand, lovingly stroking it with my soft grasp…up, down, up, down, squeeze… I touch the tip of your hard-on and rub my fingers through your precum… Opening my eyes, I look at you as I raise my fingers to my mouth and taste your precum. You stroke my clit as I suck my fingers, tasting you…  Lost in the sensation, lost in the taste of you, inhibitions lost, I slide under your blanket.

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“We Shouldn’t.” “I know.” “It’s wrong.” “I Know.” “We could get caught.” “I know.” “We would lose everything.” “I know.” Despite all the solid arguments she was making my hands continued to fondle her large, hanging breasts. They were being covered, rather than supported by the plain purple and black plaid one-piece swimsuit she was wearing. Between responses I buried my face into her black curly hair and continued to bite and nibble on her neck. Between her protests she moaned and gasped. My own swimsuit was doing nothing to conceal my hardness as I pressed into her fleshy, ample bottom. I had been fantasizing about her since the day my wife’s loser brother introduced her. Over the years my feelings had grown more lustful. She was too good for him, with long black curly hair, chocolate colored light brown eyes, the slightest hint of freckles, an adorable dimple, and flawless pale white skin. Her body was slender, yet curvy in all the right places. Her boobs were çankaya escort large, but not overly big and her hips framed an amazing ass. Since we first meeting I had been fantasizing about her. After fifteen years she had changed. With three kids her boobs had gotten bigger, but with each subsequent kid they hung lower. Her belly was soft and plump, but proportionate to the rest of her body. Her thighs were thick and chunky and her ass was big and round. However, none of that changed how I saw her. I always openly flirted with her and over the years the flirting had become more reciprocated. Whenever we were with family it remained innocent and playful, but in the rare instances we were alone it got fairly explicit and flat-out raunchy. And now here we were. My wife’s parents rented a beach house for the family. For three days we spent basically all day playing on the beach and in the ocean. It wasn’t keçiören escort often that I got to see this much of my sister-in-law’s body and it was getting to be more than I could handle. It didn’t help that each time I made an inappropriate comment to her she responded with one of her own. As I played in the ocean with the kids I noticed she got up and walked to the house alone. I quickly threw one of the older kids and headed on shore. “What’s for lunch,” I asked as I walked up. “Amanda just went in to make sandwiches for the kids, then we’ll all go out to lunch,” my mother-in-law responded. “Ok, I’m going to go clean off,” I said hurriedly as I walked past everyone. When I entered the house I went right to the kitchen. There Amanda stood at the counter, looking out onto the beach. As I watched her ass jiggle slightly each time she moved while preparing the sandwiches I got harder and harder. Finally etimesgut escort I couldn’t take it anymore and quietly walked up behind her. “Mmmm, this is a sweet ass,” I said as I placed my hand on her butt. She turned around, startled, “Oh my god, Jim, stop that.” “Well, you know it’s true, and you’ve been flaunting it in front of me for three days.” “I haven’t been flaunting it, we’re at the beach you idiot, what am I supposed to wear?” “Nothing,” I said laughing and reached to her butt again. She playfully slapped my hand away, laughing. “You’re so bad.” “You know you like it,” I joked back to her. “Well, you’re just going to have to look at it, no touching,” she said, turning back to the counter and wiggling it for me. That’s when I moved in closer, “Fine, I’ll keep my hands off.” I thrust my pelvis forward and my hard cock rubbed against the fabric of her swimsuit. She immediately stopped what she was doing and dropped the knife and piece of bread. Instead of protesting or moving away she pressed her bum into me, making my cock poke into her even harder. That’s when I took my cue. I reached around and took her in my arms, grabbing her big, soft breasts. My face nuzzled into her neck. As I kissed and nibbled on her neck while playing with her boobs she just coo’ed and her breathing increased.

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My wife and I were home one weekend enjoying the weather. We were seated outside nude in the shade. Our neighbor Lisa stopped over, and as she stepped around the corner, she immediately apologized. We have had sex with Lisa and her husband Tim several times, but my wife and I started to cover up anyway, as a tall, handsome, older gentleman walked in behind her. My wife and I had all our assets on display and I saw him taking in the sight before him.Once we were somewhat decent, Lisa introduced the man as her father, Ben. She informed us that he would be staying a few days to watch their house and çankaya escort their new dog while they took a trip. My wife and I introduced ourselves and invited Ben over for dinner.That night, we had dinner and learned that Ben was a really nice man. He was dressed in casual linen shorts and a shirt. My wife and I noticed he didn’t appear to have any underwear on. When he walked, we could see what appeared to be a healthy cock loose in his shorts. We finished dinner and Ben left.Once he had gone, and it was dark out, my wife was horny. She keçiören escort yanked my shorts down and swallowed my cock. She sucked me for a while, then I fucked her, and we turned in for the night.The following day, I had some errands to run. When I returned home, I noticed my wife sunbathing. I cleaned up and was about to head outside when I heard her talking. I looked out the window and she was talking to Ben. He only had shorts on, but for a man that had to be nearly seventy, he looked good.I decided to disrobe and walked out onto etimesgut escort the patio. I was semi-hard from looking at Ben and when he noticed me he looked at my cock and stared for a moment. I had made some drinks and offered for him to join us. I told him he should take his shorts off since we both were nude. Ben dropped his shorts and he had a delicious looking cock as tan as the rest of his body. I looked at my wife and she licked her lips.We had several drinks and as the afternoon went on Ben would occasionally fondle that big cock and we watched it sway back and forth when he went to the bathroom.My wife finally asked Ben if he was married and he said Lisa’s mom had passed several years ago. Ben said he has dated but not currently with anyone. Ben finally admitted that he was bicurious, but Lisa did not know. He told us about some attempts to try some cock but he would either chicken out or the person would not be interested.

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