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They went out for a casual dinner trying a new restaurant that their friends had recommended. Chris was wearing her jeans skirt and a dark satin blouse. She wore a necklace that hung so that it was just above her exposed cleavage, drawing even more attention to that area than usual. Her top two buttons were left open to accentuate the valley between her breasts. Mark had allowed Cathy to choose his attire, so he was sporting a black shirt, also with the top button undone, just the way Cathy liked it. He had jeans on, because Cathy liked men in blue jeans. Surprisingly, the restaurant was fairly empty. A few other couples were there and nobody seemed in a hurry. The hostess seated them and the present Mark had just bought for Cathy was set on the table so they would not lose it.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer, I’ll be your server today” The woman in front of them looked to be late 30’s or early 40’s. She was blond and medium height and build. She wore a scoop neck top that revealed just a teasing view of her ownbreasts,and just like Cathy had a mid-thigh length denim skirt. Mark took in as much as he dared before reverting to gentlemanly behavior and concentrating on keeping eye contact while ordering the drinks.

“She’s cute” Cathy whispered.

“Yeah she is” replied Mark trying to sound nonchalant as if he had not paid much attention. “I only have eyes for you, and your beautiful eyes, smile and that sexy neckline”

“Aw, thank you honey. I am glad you appreciate me, I try to look nice for you.”

“I always like the way you look” Mark replied, stealing a glance at Cathy’s breasts, not bothering to hide his pleasure.

Just then Jennifer returned with their beers and placed them on the table, perhaps bending over a bit more than necessary. This allowed her top to fall away from her breasts and gave them both a peak at the curves and smooth skin underneath. “Can I take your order now?”

They chose their meals and Jennifer left for the kitchen. It had been a couple months apart and there was a lot of catching up to do, so Mark and Cathy talked about plans for the future and finally living in the same house again as soon as possible. Their food came and they ate slowly as the conversation never lagged.

Jennifer stopped by to ask how the food was and inquired what they had bought in the package on the table top.

“Oh, it is a necklace I just had to have from the art show that is in town” Cathy beamed. “Would you like to see it?”

“I’d love to, if you don’t mind”

“Not at all. Here look and try it on” offered Cathy.

“It’s gorgeous” Jen put it on “How does it look?”

“Very nice” they said in unison. Dammit Mark thought, why is she leaning over to show me that neckline, uh necklace?

“Here, before I steal it” quipped Jen as she took it off.

The two women started talking about life, men, and hobbies. Apparently Jen only had this one table to tend to at the moment and she was content to stay and talk a while.

Mark excused himself to relieve his bladder. When he came back he found the two ladies had me plans to have Jen come over to have dessert and drinks and a movie after her shift was over.

He was secretly a little nonplussed as he had been looking forward to a night of just the two of them, spending it naked, and he had been looking forward to being buried deep in Chris. Upon arrival last night she was exhausted and they had both urfa escort needed sleep more than sex. However the die was cast and he wasn’t going to be rude, so he decided he’d enjoy the company and then jump Cathy’s bones after Jen left.

At home Mark cuddled Cathy from behind, cupping her breasts, nuzzling her neck and squeezing her ass every chance he got. He was pretty sure he didn’t have to, but he took a Cialis just to be sure there would be no problems. Cathy wanted the hot tub ready so Mark went out to be sure the water level was good and the temp was right. The doorbell rang and he answered it to let Jen inside. She had changed into a sundress with a v-neck that was going to make him really concentrate on the eye contact thing. He was pretty sure she was now braless by the gentle movement of her breasts as she walked.

Then Cathy came down the stairs and it was obvious she had removed her bra as her breasts swayed and her nipples were erect under the satin material. Shouldn’t complain he was thinking.

Cathy had made her favorite peach sangria and they all sat on the deck and talked about family, jobs, and sports. Cathy jumped up and declared she was ready for the hot tub and suggested everyone join her.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a suit. So I’ll just enjoy the sangria and sit at the table so I can talk to you.”

“We prohibit clothes in the tub unless kids are around, so you don’t have any excuses, right honey?”

Mark looked at Cathy like she was loony. “Ummm, well…”

Cathy already had her shirt and skirt off, and holy shit, she wasn’t wearing any panties either!

“Are you sure? I mean your husband is here, and…”

“Like I told you at the restaurant, we have talked about going to a nudist resort, so naked bodies don’t offend us, and I am sure yours won’t offend Mark in the least” Another look from Mark to Cathy.

“Mark?” Jen asked

Talk about being in a tough spot. What could he say? “It’s ok with me” All the while thinking about what he was supposed to do with himself. He already was horny as hell wanting Cathy plus she was naked, and now there was going to be another nude attractive woman in his hot tub. His cock was already getting chubby, this would be humiliating to have no control in front of a woman they barely knew.

“Ok” and with that she removed the sundress and surprise, no underwear for her either! Her breasts were very similar to Cathy’s and she sported a trimmed bush while Cathy was fully shaved.

“C’mon Mark, you too”, Cathy cooed.

Well it wasn’t like he’d never gotten naked in front of other women before. They had fucked in the same bed with another couple and also at a swing party in the past. Off came his clothes, his cock half erect and all he could do was get in the tub and hope no one said anything. All three got comfortable quickly and Mstk relaxed. They talked and Cathy cuddled Mark without any overt sexual moves. The conversation eventually turned to sex (what a surprise) and it turned out both girls had a past with women, even if only casually. Cathy, ever the bold one stood up, went over to Jen and sensually kissed her face, neck and finally her mouth. Jen’s eyes were closed and she obviously was enjoying this, she responded, seeming to forget the male observer a few feet away. Hands were straying to breasts and holding each others faces for deeper kisses. balıkesir escort Breaths were becoming shorter and faster. “Let’s all go up to our king sized bed” said Cathy. The women stood and Mark saw their nipples erect, and watched as they stepped up and over the edge of the spa, their thighs parted to reveal pussy lips that sure looked delicious. He followed them up the stairs (what a view, two asses, pussies gleaming, creamy thighs).

“You know, I’ve been kind of hoping to find a couple like the two of you who were confident and sexually adventurous.”

“We’ve talked a lot about having another couple or woman join us. It’s not that we need another, we just want to expand our sex lives and have fun doing it. When we were talking at the restaurant I just sensed that you would be receptive to the idea. I know we’re all going to have a fantastic night” Cathy was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. The women were standing so close their nipples were almost touching. Cathy reached out first, grabbing Jen’s ass and pulling her in so they could kiss. Mark watched as their breasts pressed together, and seemingly without thinking, each moved a thigh between the others’

legs. After what seemed like forever, their lips separated, and they looked over at Mark with glassy eyes that said come join us. Always the gentleman, he did not want to intrude unless invited, but that look in their eyes told him it was safe to approach. The sight of two women grinding against each other had caused him to grow fully erect. They both looked down at his cock and said in unison, “You enjoyed that didn’t you?”

“You two look beautiful.” They opened their arms to have a group hug that quickly turned into each one kissing him deeply, Cathy gripping his cock and Jen cupping his balls. When they finally came up for air, Mark gently urged Cathy onto her back on the soft bed. He leaned over her, kissing her neck (always a winner for her) and using his hand to part her thighs. He looked back at Jen “Come on and join us, would you like to have a taste of this?”

“Oh yes” and Jen knelt between her thighs and began to slowly kiss her legs starting at the knee and traveling up, then sliding her tongue past the folds of Cathy’s pussy and back down the other leg. Cathy moaned at the teasing, obviously enjoying it and at the same time, eager for someone’s mouth to find her sex and pleasure her. She moved higher onto the bed, Jen followed. Her mouth soon found Cathy’s pussy, it was already dripping and her lips swollen.

The warmth of Jen’s mouth on her wet folds and the hard clitoris made her moan as she grabbed Jen’s hair and pulled her tighter against her steaming cunt. She expertly licked the swollen labia and sucked the turgid clitoris, making Cathy breathe faster and let out little whimpers of pleasure. Jen’s ass was up in the air and she had her legs spread. Mark wasn’t sure if that was to help her position herself for better comfort while eating C’s pussy, or to give Mark access to her own sex. He caressed her cheeks and moved closer, his cock centered between her thighs. Jen moaned and pressed back against him, inviting him to enter her. The feel of her wet pussy pushing onto him was too much to resist. He positioned the tip of his penis at her entrance and slowly edged into her, feeling his cock slide past her lips into her warm pussy. Jen moaned again, obviously trabzon escort enjoying being penetrated, and the vibrations of her sounds sent new sensations through C’s clit causing her to grab Jen’s hair pulling her tighter into her own sex. Mark began to thrust slowly and deeply, pulling out and re-entering her over and over. Each new thrust sent shivers up Jen’s spine, causing her to push her mouth deeper into C’s cunt. Cathy knew what was happening and could watch in the mirror on the wall. This just excited her more and she began to feel herself building up toward a mammoth release. Mark knew the signs of her impending orgasm and maintained his pace, not wanting to disturb her pleasure. Jen seemed to sense it too as she sucked on C’s clit, moaning every time Mark’s penis went deep. In what seemed like just a few minutes, Cathy’s thighs began to spasm, closing around Jen’s head, and she let out a primal scream of pure ecstasy as she came. Jen had never felt a woman come so hard while her face was buried in a pussy, she loved it. Mark was more aroused than ever, and began to fuck J’s cunt harder and faster. His cock was hitting Jen’s g-spot and she wrapped her arms around Cathy’s thighs just to have something to hold onto. She had only rarely come while being fucked from the rear, but she knew this was going to be one of the times. Her breasts were being crushed and rubbed against Cathy’s thighs and she reached between her legs to play with her clitoris.

Mark had to slow his movements to avoid coming before her. He began to make several shallow thrusts followed by a quick hard deep penetration. This gave Jen the stimulation she needed while affording him the ability to delay his own orgasm. Jen and Cathy were staring into each others’ eyes, making a connection of two women in lust with each other while having the excitement of Cathy’s mate fucking Jen and knowing he was going to make her come very soon.

When she came, Jen’s body rose from the bed and her cry of pleasure echoed throughout the house. Pushing back against Mark he could feel her vaginal walls grip his penis as spasms rocked her body. This was all he could stand, his thrusts became hard, almost violent as he slammed into Jen needing to find release for all the tension he had built up. He came with a loud groan, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her pussy, his balls slapping hard against her.

The three of them were still for a few moments, catching their collective breaths their bodies relaxing after their orgasms. Mark’s cock slowly softened, sliding out of Jen’s cunt, covered with her wetness mixed with the pearly white semen he had just deposited into her. His cum began to drip down her thighs.

Jen crawled up next to Cathy, kissed her deeply her hand cupping one of her breasts and whispered into her ear, “That was fucking great, also great fucking, you are one lucky couple. Is it always this good with the two of you?”

“Well, maybe not always this intense, but he makes me come almost every time. You haven’t even had him go down on you yet, just wait til we’ve all recovered, you’ll be in for a real treat.”

“I can’t wait”

Mark finally came up next to Cathy, placed his hand on her pussy, lightly caressing her lips, not to ignite her passion, but just in an “I love you” gesture. His cock now flaccid, she held him gently, kissed him, smiled, and closed her eyes.

“I suggest we take a nap, then we’ll get some midnight munchies before round two. Sound good?” Cathy was always planning ahead.

A simultaneous and very satisfied, MMMMMMMMMMMM from both Mick and Jen indicated agreement. They laid back, naked bodies stretched out, the scent of female arousal mixed with his cum filled their senses as they drifted off to sleep.

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The first-time we ever had a three-some was with a very good friend of ours, Danny. Danny and my wife, Sandy grew up next door to each other. We met in school and quickly became best friends. I didn’t even know Sandy back then. Danny and Sandy went out a few times, but nothing ever happened. Danny respected her too much to try anything and Sandy was too shy to do anything. The have both laughed at the fact they never even kissed. Danny went into the service after high school, I met Sandy, and then we got married. Danny came back from the service, met a hometown girl, and got married too. We were all best friends through out all of this and even had our children only a few months apart.

Since Danny and his wife lived not very far from us, we were together several nights a week. Danny eventually had to move to another town because of his job, but we would still get together, almost every weekend, and play cards or just hang out. We would tell old stories on each other and have a few drinks. My wife would always flirt with Danny, but nothing serious. We would sometime play until the wee hours of the morning. It was on one of these weekends when things turned from card games to sex games.

Danny’s wife was frigid but she would admit it and joke about it. After a few drinks Danny would laugh and say he would have to go to bed with us if he was going to get any that night. We would always laugh. My wife is a very sexy lady. She is small built with small, firm breast but very long and dark nipples that gets as hard as rocks and stick out about an inch. She is 5’3″ and about 100 pounds with the perfect heart shaped ass.

After a few years of marriage we started having to find ways to kind of spice up our sex. I found that talking about another man with my wife would get her pussy juice flowing and me rock hard. My wife gets the wettest pussy I have ever seen. We would talk about people we knew and had seen in various places; one night one talk came around to Danny. I would ask her what would you do if Danny walked up behind her and put his arms around her, and started playing with her tits. mersin escort We talked about Danny a lot. One night while I was eating her sweet pussy, I asked her if she would like to me to ask Danny to join us. She almost fucked me to death!

One summer weekend we were spending the weekend with Danny and his wife. As usual we were playing cards late at night. It was a warm summer Friday night. We had had a few drinks and the talk turned to sex. Danny’s wife said she was tired and going to bed and she took some kind of pill to help her sleep. We said good night and continued playing cards for about another hour.

Danny said he was going out on the front porch to enjoy the night air. Sandy and I decided to join him. Danny and I went out while Sandy went to change into her nightgown. Danny sat on the porch swing and I sat on the outside edge of the porch in another swing across from him. I could see inside the house from where I sat. When Sandy walked out, my dick got rock hard.

She had on a sexy see-through blue gown and panties. You could see her beautiful tits, long nipples, and her trimmed dark pussy hair through the panties. She was carrying a robe over her arm. When she came to stand in front of me, I asked her, “Do you plan on getting lucky tonight or something?”

Sandy replied, “I certainly hope so!”

“With which one of us?” I asked, pointing to Danny and myself.

“Maybe both, who knows!” Sandy said on a laugh and put on her thin cotton robe.

Danny just watched as we joked along, but I could see a bulge growing in his pants. I nodded my head towards Danny and Sandy’s eyes followed mine. A grin showed up as she saw what was happening. Our talk was still pretty sexy; we all seemed to be in the mood.

I asked Danny if he liked what Sandy was wearing, and he said that it was beautiful and not fair.

“Not fair? What do you mean?” I asked.

He laughed and said, “If I got to look at her much longer I would have to go jack off! Since my wife is out like a light, it is not fair!”

We all laughed. kocaeli escort

I reached over, untied her robe, and pulled it open enough to reveal her firm tits and hard nipples. There was enough light from the porch lamp that you could clearly see everything through the thin material of her gown. As I pinched Sandy’s nipples, they stood out about an inch. Danny seemed mesmerized. Danny whispered “You guys are going to get in me in so much trouble” but her never stopped looking at her tits.

I chuckled and tugged her robe open until her panties were showing. Danny couldn’t even speak.

“Danny there is plenty of room over here, join us.” I said as pulled the robe away completely. Danny walked over to us and sat down stiffly. He looked unsure of what to. Sandy solved the problem by placing his hand on her tit.

He was holding her tit and started to play with those beautiful nipples.

I whispered into Sandy’s ear, “Is he hard yet?”

Sandy reached over and placed her hand on his cock through his pants. “Oh yes, he is hard.” Sandy said as she groped his cock. I watched Danny drop his head back and groan.

Danny moaned again, “You are going to get me in trouble.”

Sandy giggled and said, “I will show you trouble!” She slid off the swing and knelt in front of Danny. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to expose his cock. Danny lifted his hips to allow her to pull his pants and underwear off; I guess he wanted the trouble we were offering

Sandy licked around the head of his cock and then swallowed it down. He was bigger than my six inches, and slightly thicker than me, but Sandy had no trouble taking him down. This was the first time somebody else was enjoying my wife’s talents since we had been married. My cock was aching to be free so I pulled off my slacks and underwear. I began stroking my cock to the rhythm of her mouth on his cock.

Danny gently held her head and began fucking her mouth. When he picked up the pace, she let his dick free. She climbed back on the swing and we both took samsun escort a nipple in our mouth. Sandy loves to have her nipples sucked hard. My hand wandered down to her pussy to find Danny’s hand already there. He was rubbing her clit and then I heard her gasp and knew that he had slipped a finger into her wet cunt.

I looked over at Danny and asked, “Are you going to return the favor?” I glanced at his hard cock still wet from my wife’s mouth.

He moved down and gently spread her legs. He was the first man to see and touch her pussy since we were married. He pulled her panties to the side and dove in tongue first. Sandy started moaning and jerking her hips, trying to draw his tongue in deeper. I knew Sandy was getting close, so I licked her on the neck and whispered into her ear, “Cum baby! Let me see you cum while his tongue is fucking your cunt.” With that I watched her face tighten and her breathe catch.

“If you are going to get into trouble, you might as well make it worth it.” Danny needed no further prompting. He rose up and slid his hard cock into my wife’s pussy. He pushed in to her, she fucked up at him, and he sunk it to his balls. The look on her face and the moan she had when she looked at me I will never forget. I knew he was hitting places in her pussy that had never been touched.

Sandy was meeting him thrust for thrust. I knew that Danny would not last very long. About five minutes of sliding in my wife’s hot pussy was all he could take. Danny growled, “I am gonna cum.”

Sandy grabbed his ass, and he buried his dick all the way in her. I watched as another man’s cock shot a load of hot cum in my wife’s pussy. He laid on her for a minute, they kissed softly, he whispered, “Thank you,” and then went inside.

As the door closed behind him, Sandy said, “We have got to do that again but first I am going to take care of you.”

She rolled over onto me, and buried my dick in her well fucked, cum filled pussy. It was an incredibly hot sensation when his cum started to run down my dick and balls and across my ass. I didn’t last two minutes when I filled her pussy with the second load of cum.

“Did you like that?” I asked her as I held her against me.

“I came when he was eating my pussy and again when his hard cock slid into me.” She laid her head on my chest and sighed.

“And to think, we have all weekend.” I said with a smile and kissed her lips gently.

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note to readers: please don’t waste your time reading this story if your not into femdom and fetish. It’s not written for you.

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After finding out what was missing in her life, Lisa doesn’t waste anytime filling the void. Her natural instinctive abilities as a dominant women are out pictured in this tale of realization and self discovery.

Chapter 1

I remember the first time I was a witness to an act of female domination. I was in college and I was staying over night at my friend’s house. Her name was Sandra. I was nineteen at the time, and the only thing we ever seemed to talk about was boys.

Anyway, it was late in the evening. Sandra and I were already in bed, and her parents were still awake, and having quite the rowel. Things eventually quieted down, when I decided to get up and go to the washroom. I could hear conversation coming from the master bedroom which was across the hall from the bathroom. As I tip toed closer to the bathroom, I thought I was hearing things.

“I want you to lick the sole of my shoe too, Harry.”

Hearing this immediately sparked my curiosity to investigate. I peered through the narrow opening of their bedroom door, and could not believe my eyes. Sandra’s father was buck naked and laying flat on his stomach, licking bottom of his wife’s shoe. She was still fully dressed. She sat in a high back chair, and was staring down at him, with an expression of amused contempt.

“You’ll never learn, will you Harry. One day, if you’re not careful, I’m going to have you doing this in front of city hall.”

“I’m sorry Sharon, please forgive me.” I realized at that moment, that Sandra’s father was making some kind of an apology.

At first, I was appalled. Why would man of such stature, allow himself to be humiliated like this? Sharon then stood over him, with, what looked to be, a riding crop. She pressed the tip of the crop against the top of her shoe, and ordered him to lick it.

“Make it wet for me Harry, I want maximum sting. Now present your ass for discipline.”

With his lips, still pressed to the toe of her shoe, Harry raised his ass high into the air. He didn’t stop, until his ass was touching the end of the crop that casually hung from Sharon’s wrist.

“After each blow I want you to kiss my toe, with a passionate thank you. I want you to show me you’re grateful, because I took the time to punish you, instead of throwing you out.”

She must have swatted him about five times, before his thank you began including pleas for her to stop. There were at least five more before she did. Again, Sharon pressed the end of the riding crop against the toe of her shoe.

“Are you grateful for my attention, husband?

All I could hear was Harry’s blubbering sobs.

“Than kiss the object used for your painful correction. You know it’s not over until you do. That’s a good boy.”

I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This woman skilfully worked her husband over like she would a trained animal. He didn’t object for a second, yet they were arguing, less than half an hour ago. I quietly made my way back to Sandra’s room. There I tried to make sense of it all.

My father never would have stood for that. I know there were times when my mother would have enjoyed taking a whip to his butt. He’s what you’d call an abusive husband. Mental abuse was his form of control. He’d dish it out when ever things weren’t to his liking. As a matter of fact I can’t ever recall my father apologizing for any of it. Marry the wrong guy, and your life could become a living hell.

It was a long time, before I could fall asleep. The image of Sandra’s mother, poised with that whip press against her shoe, while her father licked it, had a delicious connotation to it. Yet the humiliating act was so bizarre. What do I tell Sandra? I feel embarrassed for her, yet I know I won’t be able to keep it from her, we’re too close.

The next morning, I told Sandra what I witnessed.

“You saw that; you peeping Tom. What you saw doesn’t surprise me. If my parents had any kind of real argument, it’s my dad that eventually apologizes.”

“Why would he allow himself to be humiliated like that?”

“My mother said he has a fetish for her shoes and feet, and she uses that, to eventually get her way. She claims that a man with that sort of fetish, is a man born to be ruled by a woman.

“Born to be ruled? You mean, like a slave?

“Exactly! My poor dad, is a victim of his own sexual desires.”

“Wow, this is very interesting. Is it rare?”

“My mother estimates, one man in ten has a true foot fetish. I couldn’t believe her. I never heard of such a thing.

Sandra said she could prove it. Sometimes, when she went shopping, with her mother at the mall, her mother would wear a sexy pair of shoes which she’d call, fishing bait. When ever she stopped to sit down and rest, she would let her shoe slip off her heel and hang from her toes.

Sandra told me she was stunned to see the number of guys, staring and ogling at her mother’s foot.

Though urfa escort her mother estimates one in ten has shoe and foot fetish, at least a half the men out there find the sight to be sexually arousing. I couldn’t believe it, my foot, an object of sexual desire. No wonder so much attention is paid to female shoe fashions. It makes sense.

Afterwards, I spent a considerable amount of time wondering what it would be like to have man with a fetish for my feet. What a humiliating desire! The more I pondered it, the more intrigued I became.

The whole notion made for an interesting power trip. If he wanted to kiss my feet, he would have to promise to do something for me. Make him horny and he’ll do what ever I say. Keep him horny, and he becomes a virtual slave. I like that. I can hit on them, but they’re not allowed to hit on me. I get my pussy licked and I don’t have to suck another cock as long as I live.

Yes indeed, the more I pondered it, the more I liked it.

Chapter 2

My first impulse was to go down to the mall, and put this theory to the test. Sandra said her mother always uses an open toe shoe and that high heel sandals, seemed to work the best.

Well I couldn’t wait to see if it would work. Later that morning I went home to put on a slinky form fitting dress, sheer nylons and a pair of high heel sandals. Something I’d normally ware for a night out.

I took the bus down to the mall and sat myself down by shoe store alley. This was the nickname we gave to a cluster of stores along the main drag inside the mall. On the next bench over, I noticed an older gentleman staring at the women inside the stores, who were trying on different pairs of shoes. It’s like he was hypnotized.

I then happened to notice a guy from one of my classes inside the shoe store. It was Ron Farrel. He seemed to be looking for a pair himself, but I couldn’t help but notice him paying an enormous amount of attention to the ladies who were trying on shoes too. His staring was actually quite blatant. Ron Farrel has the fetish!

Ron Farrel: six foot, slight muscular build sandy blond hair. Nice butt, cute, yes he would do nicely. Doesn’t he realize that he’s giving himself away?

I remember thinking to myself, come on Ronny get over here and pay some attention to my feet. Just then, a store clerk approached Ron to see if he needed some help. He just brushed the guy off and proceeded out the door.

“Hey I know you!”

I was feeling rather bold at the moment, or maybe I just knew that this guy was looking for a woman to take the upper hand.

“It’s Lisa right?”

“Yes Ron Farrel, what brings you down here on a Saturday morning, shopping for shoes?”

“Yea well, sort of just looking.”

Yea looking all right, his eyes kept moving from my face to my feet, like some kind of jumping bean.

“Oh you like my shoes Ron?”

With my legs crossed, I casually swung my sandaled foot up and down. In no time his eyes were fixed on the sensuous sight.”

“Yes, their very nice, very sexy.”

“You seem to have quite a fascination for them?

“Yes, well, I mean, I think they look, very sexy.”

I extended my leg and pointed my foot in his direction.

“I just painted my toe nails, you like?”

“Oh, ah, yes very pretty.”

“It’s such a pain doing them. It’d be nice to have someone do it for me. Like maybe, a personal servant, or better still, a slave. That would be nice. I wouldn’t have to concern myself with such a menial task.”

He was speechless! It was like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. I stared right into his eyes with my mischievous grin.

“It strains my neck to be looking up like this. Why don’t you have a seat?”

“Yes, a personal slave, you know, just for fun.”

“Just for fun?”

“Sure. Let’s see, there’s back rubs, or better still, a full body massage.”

I then casually hung my foot on Ron’s thigh.

“Foot rubs and pedicures.”

When I noticed his dick was at full mast, I decided to take the liberty of gently pressing my heel into his groin.

“Oh my, am I to assume you like this idea?”

I began to giggle uncontrollably while Ron turned three shades of red.

“It’s not what you think.”

“I know all about guys like you, so don’t try to deny it. You Ron Farrel, would love nothing better then for an chance to kiss, my foot!”

Snickering, I gave his groin a little tap before I pulled it away. He looked like a little boy who was caught with his pants down, sitting there buck naked for all to see. He was too embarrassed to even say a word.

“You know what? I would love nothing better, than to see you do it!”

I sat back in a confident air, crossed my legs, ever so seductively, and casually began to reel my little fish in.

“Go on Ron”, I whispered, “give my foot a little kiss.”

“Here, in the mall? Are you crazy?”

“I don’t like to be called crazy.” I pretended to be angry. “I’ll just find someone else to play with.”

On that note, I got balıkesir escort up and started to walk.

“No wait, Lisa, wait a minute, please. Maybe we could meet some where else, maybe a little more private.

I smiled to myself, a smile I could barely conceal. I sat back down and tried to act aloof.

“Like maybe I should invite you back to my apartment?”

“I would be honoured!”

“Right, that would be too easy, for you. I’d like to see you earn, such a privilege.”

“Earn?”

“Yes, earn. As in do something to demonstrate worthiness and sincerity.”

“Like?”

“Like”, I whispered in his ear, “kissing my foot.”

“Please not here! Your place, yes, but not here, please.”

Ron looked so desperate. I tried to sum up the situation. Could I make him kiss my foot here and now, or should I even try? I had to think fast.

“I’ll tell you what. If you can meet me, half way with this, we go back to my place. If not, then you can go fuck yourself.”

“Half way?”

I smiled as innocently as I possibly could, and stared him straight in the eye.

“You get down on your knees and ask me to take you home. Just like a lost little puppy dog.”

Before he could respond, I dug into my purse, pulled out a handkerchief, held it up in the air, and casually dropped it on the floor next to my foot and smiled.

“That should make it easier for you. Get on your knees, to pick it up for me, and then beg for me to take you home.”

Just like the malleable male I knew he’d be, he did exactly as ordered. With red face and raging hard on, he made his little plea on bended knee. I was indeed amused.

His car was on the other side of the mall which meant a long walk. As soon as I realized Ron was trying to pick up the pace, I slowed it down by doing a little window browsing.

“What’s your hurry?”

“No hurry.”

“Who do you think you’re kidding? Oh look at those boots! Thigh high aren’t they?”

Ron just drooled without a word.

“They’d make a nice present, now wouldn’t they?”

I watched his every move, his every facial expression.

“I wonder if I could get you to kiss those boots in public?”

Ron just looked at me with disbelief at my perseverance.

“Look at my feet Ron.”

Ron obediently stared at my feet.

“Wouldn’t you just love to get down there and give my big toe a little kiss?”

“Please not here!”

“Do I sense you’re getting annoyed with me Ron?”

“I’m sorry I…”

“You’re right. You will be sorry. Kissing my foot here is for free, much like a gift. In my apartment, it’s going to be something you have to earn.”

I turned and walked towards the exit without saying another word. I made it known that I was annoyed and that it was up to him to get back into my graces. That’s what I wanted him feeling. Like he needed to find some way to make it up to me. Yes indeed, a good way to start a new relationship.

Ron tried to make small talk on the drive back to my place, but I just ignored him. After all, I’m supposed to be angry. The stage was set. Let the game begin.

Chapter 3

When we got back to the apartment, I continued to play aloof. Before opening the door, I first made it clear to Ron that, once inside I’m the boss and that if you can’t play by my rules, then you leave.

At first he was taken back at my curt attitude, but after about five seconds, reluctantly agreed.

“You won’t be disappointed Ron, I promise.”

He followed me in like a puppy on a leash.

“Have a seat, on the floor of course.”

Ron’s smile didn’t hide his anticipation, while he quickly sat down on the floor by the couch. I casually walked over and sat down in front of him.

“Well, I see you know your place, at, my, feet.”

I slowly crossed my leg, as if presenting my foot for his affections, but when he made the first move towards it, I turned it away from him.

“What may I ask, are you doing?”

“I thought I came here to kiss…….”

“Kiss what?”

“You know.”

“I do?”

Ron sat there perplexed and frustrated.

“You’re really embarrassed about your fetish, aren’t you?”

He looked up at me like a lost little puppy dog and stuttered a quiet little yes.

“Well now, that puts me, in a position of, shall we say, leverage.”

Now there was real fear in Ron’s eyes.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?

I reach forward and began to run my fingers through his hair, much the way I would pet a dog, and again played the aloof card.

“You needn’t worry, unless of course, you decide not to play the game, the way it’s meant to be played.

“What do mean. What game?”

“The foot kissing game, of course.”

I leaned back and again pointed my sandal in his direction. I began to flex my toes, slowly raising them and then lowering them till he was completely mesmerized. Again, he leaned forward in an attempt to kiss my foot, and again I turned it away from him.

“Didn’t I trabzon escort say, that if you wanted to do that in my apartment, you were going to have to first, earn the privilege.”

He wore all his emotions on his sleeve. It was like playing poker with a child. Frustration and disappointment was flashing across his face like a neon sign.

“One kiss, only one kiss. I’ll do what ever you ask, just one kiss, please!”

“You’ll do what ever I ask regardless. That’s part of the game.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh but it is. You seem to have forgotten that you’ve had your chance. At the mall remember.”

“I couldn’t do this at the mall.”

“Why? Afraid of being discovered?”

“I guess, that’s what it is.”

“You know; your secret is only a secret as long I say it’s a secret.”

“Ah…. you wouldn’t.”

“Play the game. Play it the way it’s meant to be played, and it will remain our little secret. Other wise, I might be inclined to write a little poem about you in the school newspaper.”

He was terrified, I could see it in his eyes.

Perfect!

“Oh God no! The game, we’ll play the game. What sort of game again?”

How naive.

“The, I’m the mistress and you’re the slave game.”

Now his eyes opened wide in disbelief. I immediately pointed my sandal back in his direction.

“First and foremost. You don’t ever kiss my foot, or shoe for that matter, without explicit permission. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“That’s, yes “Miss Lisa.”

“Yes, Miss Lisa.”

“Good.”

I slowly raised my foot to within an inch of Ron’s nose, and began to tease. I just love to play the big tease.

“I was watching you in the shoe store. You made your little fetish so obvious. You may as well have been wearing a sign to tell all.”

I tapped his nose with the toe of my shoe.

“Silly boy. You’ve gotten yourself into a very precarious position here, but I think you’re going to like it. In fact by the time I’m through with you, you may even crave it, much the way a drug addict craves his fix!”

I could see it all over his face. He was going to be mine, all mine. As I leaned back comfortably on the couch, I used my sandaled foot to toy with his face, stroking the tops of my nylon clad toes to the underside of his chin, lightly brushing my shoe against his cheeks, then rubbing my soles against his forehead and nose.

It was an fascinating contrast to see this delicately designed size six sandal gracing my nylon foot take complete control of his rugged masculine face. I couldn’t help but be amused.

“I could even choose to hurt you, if you were to disappoint me.”

I then took the heel of my shoe and placed it against his eye brow, while raising my own brow in anticipation of his reaction. Not even a wince, yes! I continued to caress him with my foot.

“You so badly want permission to kiss my foot. Don’t you?”

“Yes Miss Lisa.”

“So badly, that you’re willing to do, well, anything, out of the public eye, of course. That is for now. Beg me then. Beg to do what ever I whim.”

“Miss Lisa please. Please, please, please. Allow me to be at your whim”

I stared down into his eyes and with a big triumphant smile.

“Strip! Remain seated there, and take it all off, every stitch.”

I found myself grinning from ear to ear as he struggled to take everything off while sitting at my feet.

“It might comfort you to know, that one of the stipulations for paying homage to my shoes and feet, while in the privacy of my home, is that you be buck naked.”

While carefully watching Ron, I noticed his anticipation was giving way to fear, as he took off his last piece of clothing.

“There now, I want you to stand for my viewing pleasure.”

He was turning beet red with embarrassment as I instructed him to turn around for a rear end view.

“Not a bad piece of meat I have here. Yes in deed, not bad at all. Now, on your knees before me. Upright! Kneel upright, I want no slouching.”

I find being curt and to the point works best in preventing Ron from trying to get back to being my equal. Keeps him at bay, one might say.

“Hands crossed behind your back. There now, we have the classic position of mistress and slave. You, naked and kneeling at my feet. Me, sitting comfortably clothed, in my chair, pondering your tasks. Tell me Ron; are you at all happy with this position that you find yourself in?”

“To be honest, I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“I think you’re driven Ron! I think you’re driven by a lust that you can’t control, so don’t even try. It controls you, and we’re both going to find out, just how much. How much, you’re willing to do, for the privilege of kissing my pretty little feet.”

“I don’t know, I honestly don’t know!”

“How about cleaning my apartment, in the buff?”

“This is too humiliating.”

“Oh but it’s just our little secret isn’t it. That is as long as I say it is. I’ll tell you what, let’s just play the game for this afternoon. Then afterwards we’ll reassess this relationship on an equal footing.”

I leaned forward to extend a formal handshake. Ron’s apprehension soon faded. I leaned back on the couch and once again, settled back into my role.

“Now where were we, vacuuming, dusting. I think this place could use a little of both. Not to mention the dishes in the sink.”

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It had been a week since she had given him his first taste of a scissorhold. And today was the day for their first match. They had met a few times during the week to discuss how this deal would work. And they had come up with a simple idea. Every week, one wrestling match. Whoever gets the other person to submit first can name a prize for that weekend. They decided to not have monetary or materialistic prizes so they settled on sexual favours. And it seemed like the trend would continue for a while too.

And so it was time. At 6pm sharp, he rang her doorbell. She opened the door, beaming, wearing what looked like only a robe.

“Come on in!”

He entered her hallway and walked in after her. And to his amazement, he saw that her guest room had been cleared and a rubber mat had been laid on top of the floor in the centre.

“This is cool!”

“I know!” She quipped back.

“Alright then. Are you ready?”

“Never been more ready, babe.” She let her robe slide off of her and he saw her body clad in a black bikini. He quickly undressed too, until he was left in his own black briefs. He kept his clothes in his bag and set the bag right outside the door.

They both entered the room again. She couldn’t stop smiling. He was smiling back too, but he was visibly nervous too. Voluntarily letting a girl crush you is one thing, but if he lost this time, it would be a lot more than just a demo. But he was not going to shy away from it. A part of him was excited too, she could tell.

And so they both get on the mat on their mardin escort knees, and slowly lock hands. Their fingers intertwine with each other and they look into each other’s eyes. Smile play on both their lips.

“You want to lose quick or make this a fight?” She quipped.

“Oh, we’ll see!” He shot back, ignoring the bait.

And he applied more pressure, managing to get a small upper hand. He was slightly on top of the battle now, while she tried hard to stay on her knees. And within a blink, they were both on the mat. She was on her back and her legs snaked up fast to grab his body in a scissor. He continued to try and pin her down. But she was also increasing the squeeze. Soon, he pulled back, turned and slid out before she could lock in her ankles. They were both back on their knees, breathing just a little harder.

“Ooo. So close!” She teased.

“Yeah, not so fast, babe!” He grinned.

It was beginning to get fun. They both lunged in again but this time instead of pushing, she pulled him into a hug and fell over backward. Before he could react, she rolled over and sat on his chest, pinning his wrists down. She immediately slid up to sit on his throat, pinning his arms with her legs on either side, keeping his hands securely pinned from the wrists. He tried to push her hands up but she managed to push them back down into the pin. She had the superior position now.

“Wow. You fell right into it!” She chuckled as she slid up further and brought both her thighs on either van escort side of his face.

“It’s not a scissor but should work just as well.” She winked.

Meanwhile, he was struggling under her. She was sitting right on his throat and his air supply seemed to be cut in half. And all his attempts to unpin himself were failing.

“Ready to tap out, big guy?” She teased him from above.

“Not so fast!” He shot back, trying again to unpin himself. He tried rolling his body but she was sitting firm on him, not giving him much.He tried pushing her hands off of his wrists, but he just couldn’t do it. Even when he managed to get his hands off the floor, they soon slammed back down. Gravity was not working in his favor.

She looked down at him again. Almost as if asking him ‘Really?’

“I think you should tap out. Because you’re really not getting out of this!” She smiled. And then she felt too good about herself so she pulled his arms straight up above his head and slid further up to clamp them between her thighs, on either side of his face. Now her hands were free and she could play with him a little.

“Ooooo. You’re all tied up now. And you know, you look pretty cute, all helpless down there. I bet you can smell me too..” She giggled.

It was true, her crotch was so close to his face that he could smell her. He tried to move but he soon realised that he was lost. There was no getting out of this. Her legs were pretty strong and she wasn’t terribly light either. He could not throw ankara escort her off of him. She read his face.

She took his nose between her thumb and a finger and wiggled it a little.

“Do you give up, baby? Maybe you can eat me as my first prize. We’re already almost in position..” She grinned from over him. He knew no way out so he nodded. And they both knew what it meant. She let go immediately, sliding down, kneeling beside him and bending over next to his face.

“Did I hurt you too much?” She knew she hadn’t.

She leaned down. And as he had opened his mouth to speak, she wrapped his lips into a kiss. Slowly, she climbed back on top of his body. She sat on his chest and continued to kiss him. One of her hands slid down his body and grabbed his member through his briefs. She began massaging it through the cloth, feeling it grow rock hard in her hand. And when he was hard, she gently pulled away from the kiss, looked at him with lust in her eyes, and stood up. She slid his briefs down his legs and then her panties off of hers. She even let her bra fall off before she walked back over him, put a foot on either side of his body and sat on his chest. And immediately, she slid up, sliding her pussy over his lips and then the tip of his nose. And then she proceeded to swipe his nose between her ass, before swiping backward again and sitting onto his face.

“Eat me!”

He had no choice, and he began lapping up with his tongue what already looked like a pretty messy pussy. He already had her juices over his face and he stuck his tongue out hoping to make her happier. She grabbed his hair with one hand, so she could easily direct him where to go. And her other hand slid down his body to his cock and she grabbed the shaft.

“We’ll come together.” And she began stroking him.

A few minutes later, they both gasped hard.

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We had just finished our Sunday morning lovemaking routine, when Carla asked me, “Are you happy with our sex life?”

It’s a question fraught with possibilities, both good and bad. Answer the wrong way and you might not have a sex life. Do it right and maybe new adventures will be in store. So…

“Um, well, I love being married to you, that I know for sure. And, we’ve shared a lot of wonderful times together, including just now. But, I suppose every couple gets into a routine sooner or later, so I suppose there’s always room for improvement.”

Whew! I did okay, right?

“Why don’t we try something new. Add some spice? Any ideas?”

That started my thinking going a mile a minute.

“Well, we can probably rule out whips and chains and cattle prods,” I kidded, “but I’ve always had this little idea in the back of my head.”

“Hmm, do I want to hear this? What does your dirty little mind desire, Luke?”

“I’ve always thought it would be exciting to be tied up to the bed and to have you just sexually have your way with me,” I answered, hoping she would not immediately brand me as a depraved pervert sex fiend.

“That sounds like fun for me. I’d just get to sexually torment you for as long as I want, make you beg for an orgasm. Hmm, I like it. But, I think it would just have to be light bondage, none of the castle dungeon and spikes kind of stuff, okay?”

Wow. I never thought it would fly. But she agreed that next Friday night would be our initial experiment with bondage. Friendly bondage. The thought of it got me hard again and I showed her how excited I was about trying something new by fucking her again. She liked that.

I thought about it all week, I knew I could trust Carla to be moderate about all this, I did have to trust her, after all, I’d be tied up. But after twelve years of marriage, I knew she was conventional enough to stay within limits. Still, I had a constant hard-on all week, just wondering what I had in store for me on Friday.

The day came and Carla met me at the back door. She stood there naked and began to undress me in the kitchen.

“You’re all shaved,” I said as I admired her freshly-shaven pussy. “Very pretty.” Carla had never shaved her pubic area before and it gave her an innocent, girlish look.

“Glad you like it. It’s just for you.”

As she tugged my pants and boxers to the floor, she leaned forward and took me in her mouth and sucked me for a minute.

“Maybe more of that later,” she said, “Come join me in the hot tub, it’s clothing-optional this evening. Just follow me,” as I trailed Carla’s pretty butt out to the patio, my cock pointing at what it was most interested in which was peeping out from between her thighs.

As we sat in the tub, I reached over to caress her lovely breasts.

“No, no, just look. We’ll save the rest for later.”

Hmm, she’s got this all planned out, I guess.

She got up out of the water at one point and sat on the edge and spread her legs wide apart.

“Like what you see, Luke?”

“Oh, do bursa escort I. Just beautiful. You have the nicest pussy. Can I come over there and lick it?”

“Just look, that’s all for now,” as she dipped back down in the warm bubbly water.

So, we soaked for about twenty minutes as we got hotter and hotter, not all of it due to the water. We got out, toweled off and Carla led me into our bedroom.

As we went in, Carla reminded me of what we had talked about doing and if I was still okay with everything.

“My cock has been hard all week just thinking about this, see, look, that is one excited cock,” as I pointed downward.

“Yes, it looks quite wonderful. I hope it has a wonderful time tonight.”

“I’m all yours,” and she had me lay down on the bed face up. She went over to the dresser, opened the top drawer and brought out four nylon web straps that rather looked like small dog collars about an inch and a half wide. They had Velcro bands on them which made them fit snugly and comfortably but I also knew that I could get loose if I wanted bad enough. If I wanted. On each cuff was a metal eyelet that had a nylon cord through it for tying to something.

I put my arms and legs out and Carla went around the bed placing the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and tying each cord to the bedframe pinning me in an X-shape across the bed with my cock sticking up ready for whatever adventures might come.

She went down to the foot of the bed and began to slowly dance, gyrating and thrusting her hips in a most suggestive manner drawing my eyes to her newly-shaved pussy. Then, she turned and bent over presenting me with the beautiful view of her lovely pussy peeking out from between her thighs, then spread her stance and bent low to look back at me from under her legs.

“Take a good look and remember what you see,” as she plunged a finger up into her pussy and finger-fucked herself for a minute. Oh, did that look good. Then she came around the bed and slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

“I want you to give up some of your senses so the others will be even more sensitive,” she said as she put ear plugs in each ear. So, all I was left with was smell, taste and touch. I was excited to wonder what might be next.

So, from now on, it seemed, my experience will be just that of touch, taste and smell. I even got harder thinking about it.

Nothing happened for a minute or two, then I felt a slight touch (Carla told me later that it was a feather) just wipe across the head of my dick which twitched when it was touched. Then, the feather stroked up and down my shaft which got my heart racing. It really concentrated my whole consciousness onto my cock. This went on for several minutes of super-erotic sensations along the length of my cock.

Then another minute went by without anything happening which just made me even more aroused if that was even possible. Then, a slight touch on the sole of my right foot.

She’s licking the sole of my bound foot. It kind of malatya escort tickles but also there’s a feeling that runs up my leg right to my cock. Then, the licking began a slow climb up my leg, right past my dick, along my abdomen and stomach to my right nipple which she began to gently suck.

All along her journey up my body, I felt her breasts grazing my skin. All I wanted was a touch to my cock.

Then, she started again on my left foot and again up to my nipple which she sucked. I’d never had my nipples sucked and I was really enjoying the sensation. Yes, it was sexy.

From my nipples, she continued her travel up my body, kissing and licking until she got to my face. Then, I smelled a faint fruity aroma and received a deep french-kiss that tasted of strawberry, like lip gloss, I suppose, that probed and pulsed my mouth. I could tell that she was straddling me now and I began to feel her smooth pussy rub lightly across the tip of my hungry, tortured cock.

I formed an image of the scene in my mind as I lay there being sexually teased and tormented.

Then, the bed shifted and I felt her changing position. It seemed like she was now straddled over me, head to toe, and I felt the tip of her tongue just touch the head of my cock. I almost cummed just from the tiny touch.

I couldn’t see, of course, but I could smell and I began to pick up the sweet scent of her pussy, it must be just over my head. I raised my head up but she was too far away for me to touch my tongue to her pussy lips.

“Bring your pussy down some, hon, I can’t quite reach it.”

Then, I felt her labia just sweep back and forth across my lips, ah, just what I wanted. Then, as I raised my head, she pulled up, denying me.

“Come back down. I want to lick you,” I begged as she began to lick my cock more firmly. Oh, it just felt so good. But she kept her pussy just out of range of my eager tongue.

Then, I felt the tip end of my so-sensitive cock enter her mouth and her gentle sucking began. Oh, it was all I could do to keep from cumming.

She continued to suck just an inch or so of my dick, focussing on the most sensitive part, I was going wild with the feelings in the head of my cock. It was crazy. Then, oh, then, I felt her pussy lips on my face. She had lowered herself down. And I went into a frenzy of licking and sucking her sweet, wet pussy.

As she continued to suck me, I was getting closer and closer to cumming. But it seemed that as soon as she thought I was near, like if I moaned or something, she backed off. She was keeping me right up near an orgasm but not quite to it.

She sucked and licked me and I sucked and licked and tongued her for a long time. I really don’t know how long, it just seemed like a long time.

Then, I felt my cock leave her warm mouth and drop to my belly and lay there in the cool room air. I could feel her moving down my body as her breasts dragged along my legs sending tingly sensations all over my body. Next, I felt her hand grip çanakkale escort my cock and her pussy pressed down as she squirmed and wiggled and pushed until I was deep inside her.

She must have crawled down over me and sat down over my cock pushing it slowly into her as she faced away toward the foot of the bed. I was expecting a good fuck but she just sat there perfectly still on me with my dick buried in her all the way.

And, then, I began to feel her pussy muscles first grip, then loosen around my cock, just tightening, then releasing, that was all. No upward or downward movement like I was expecting. Not fucking, just clenching, releasing, clenching, releasing. There was so little movement but I was hard as a rock as she continued to grip and release my cock. It was heaven.

Then, she pulled up until just the tip of my cock was still inside her and she began the same muscular action on my cock tip. I think it was the best thing I have ever felt. She did this for several minutes until I was just about ready to explode.

Then, Carla began very slowly to rock up and down as I was held tied to the bed. I have never had such an erection in my life. Her movement up and down was agonizingly slow. I kept wanting her to go fast, fast, so I could cum, I was so ready. This was almost torture.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, I’m so close, I’m just about…”

Then, I felt her shift and she reached around and pulled off the blindfold and I looked down and saw that my cock was buried in her asshole, her lovely butt.

Roped down to the bed, my whole body shook and shuddered violently and my hips bucked up and down uncontrollably as I emptied my cum deep into her ass as she now ground down on me, twisting and turning as I convulsed in the most powerful and breathtaking orgasm of my life.

Finally, I just lay there, spent, exhausted, drained, and very, very happy. As she very slowly rocked back and forth, she turned and grinned with a wicked little smile and asked, “Had fun?”

“Oh, hon, it was incredible. Just incredible. I’ve never had an orgasm as strong as that. Incredible.”

Then, after a few more minutes, she said, “Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”

Now, I’m still tied to the bed. What’s next, I wondered.

She cam back in with a warm wash cloth as began to wash my cock which, amazingly, was getting hard again.

“Well, look at you, just like a teenager. I just think I’ll fuck that,” she said as she squeezed my dick.

“Want the ropes on or off?”

“Oh, leave ’em on, I guess. I kind of like it like this.”

“I always knew you were a bit kinky,” she said with a smile as she got up over me and guided my cock into her. This time it was her beautiful, smooth pussy which was very wet and ready.

And Carla was ready, too. I got a fuck like few others in my lifetime. She was so sexed-up over the session we’d just had that I was fucked hard, really hard. When she finished me, for that’s exactly what she did, she collapsed over me out of breath, sweating, heart pounding.

“Wow, how’s that for adding a little spice to life?” she asked.

“I’m putting you in charge of our sex life from now on, hon. You just have the best ideas.”

Then, she got up and unzipped the Velcro. We left the bindings tied to the bed. You just never know when you might need them. Something is bound to happen sooner or later.

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Adam sat in a corner of the canteen, sipping a cup of what purported to be coffee from the vending machine but was, truth to be told, rather more weak than willing. It was 4.45pm on a Friday afternoon and he’d just completed his first week as a data imput clerk in the Finance Department of Woodchester City Council. So far the job had been enjoyable and the first two days had been mostly about induction rather than real hard work.

Looking up he noticed spotted Barnaby Timpson, a tall, lanky youth who worked in Enforcement, walking towards him carrying plastic beaker of what passed for tea in that place and a sizeable bar of milk chocolate. Barnaby had been particularly kind to him when he’d first started work at the council offices, showing him the ropes and explaining where everything was – including the toilets. Interestingly Adam had never seen Barnaby go anywhere near the gents, despite a copious consumption of various liquids through the day and he never left the building at lunchtimes either. To be fair, Adam hadn’t used them either. Barnaby had, however, been a good friend and Adam was grateful not only for his assistance in the office but for his friendship during lunch breaks. Today they’d valiantly both done battle with the council’s version of cottage pie and agreed that it wasn’t quite up to home made standards!

“May I join you?” he ventured.

“Yes of course.”

Placing his purchases on the table, Barnaby smiled and sipped the tea in his plastic cup.

“I was meaning to say Adam, what attracted you to this place. I mean it’s not as though your exactly local, is it? Greathampton’s a good hour away – more in the rush hour.”

“Well I went to university here in Woodchester and rather liked the place so when this job cropped up I decided to apply. You could say I got lucky.”

“Aha, so you went to the old poly. My auntie used to teach there years ago. What did you read?”

“Applied Mathematics. Presumably you went to uni, Barnaby?”

“Of course. Oxford. Doesn’t the scarf give it away? I read the read the History of Art – when I wasn’t training for the boat race that is! Got my BA and would have liked to stay on and get a master’s degree but money was tight and those who controlled the purse strings decided it was time I got out and earned a living. This job’s only a stop gap till I can find something better.”

“Snob!”

“What, for going to Oxford or wanting to work somewhere better than this shit hole?”

“Both.”

“You wouldn’t think so, listening to my Aunt Anne. What she said when it came to light I’d applied to Oxford instead of her beloved Cambridge was unrepeatable. Put it this way, she used a word that rhymes with ‘cooking’ rather freely – and she’s a church woman too! However I think she’s forgiven me since.”

“So your aunt went to Cambridge, then?”

“Yes but I don’t know why she bothered. Education was wasted on her. All she ever did was spend seven or eight years teaching in a crappy polytechnic before deciding she didn’t need the money or the hassle of going out to work. Uncle Brian’s got a top job high up in industry and they’re loaded anyway so I guess it doesn’t matter much one way or another. Anyhow Adam, have you got anything planned for the weekend?”

“Nothing really. I’ve got few bits to sort out with the landlady at my bedsit and maybe I’ll have a look round town tomorrow but that’s about it.”

“Well, if you’re interested, I’ve got a spare ticket to the Wensums game tomorrow. I was going to take Alice, my girlfriend, but something else has come up and she’s had to cancel.”

“Who on Earth are the Wensums?”

“The local rugby team when they’re at home.”

“Nah, mate. Sorry, but rugby’s not my game. I’m a footie man through and through.”

“Football? Bollocks. Bunch of diving nancy boys if you ask me. Plus they earn enough in a week to pay everyone here for a year.”

“Don’t give me all that. Besides, I’m a Greathampton Rovers fan. Proper football! Better than an excuse for ex-public schoolboys to roll in the mud sticking their fingers where the sun don’t shine.”

“Oi, watch it – or I’ll drag you down there tomorrow and ask you to say that to their faces! Tsk! At least you’d get on well with my Aunt Anne over this. It’s one of the few things we don’t see eye-to-eye on.”

“Who does she support?”

“Norwich City – religiously.”

“The Canaries? Hey, they’re in the same division as Woodchester City now that they’ve been relegated. Why them?”

“Well, partly for tribal reasons and partly because she’s a big fan of the chairwoman. She’s got all her cookbooks you know. Actually, that gives me an idea. Why don’t you come round to ours for some tea this evening?”

“That’s very kind Barnaby, but will your parents mind? I assume you’re still living with them.”

“No. Mum and Dad have got some problems at the moment so I decided to get out of the firing line and I’m living with Aunt Anne for the time being. It suits us well because Uncle Brian works away a lot and he’s hardly ever around so she’s glad of the company.” Barnaby lowered his voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Between you and me she thinks Uncle Brian’s shagging gaziantep escort his secretary and at least some of his business trips are a cover up but she’s not been able to prove it.”

“Sounds intriguing. What if your aunt’s suspicions are right and she has a big bust up with your uncle? Presumably you’ll be looking for somewhere else to stay then.”

Barnaby broke the bar of chocolate in two and handed half to Adam.

“I don’t think so, Adam. Aunt Anne’s not the type to get mad and go in for histrionics over something like like that. If she finds out that Uncle Brian has been playing away she’ll get even though and he’ll pay for his sins, be very sure of that. He’s paid dearly for lesser things in the past and he no doubt will again. However my aunt’s invested too much in that marriage to let go of it lightly and she wants to protect her investment.”

“I see. Look Barnaby, are you sure it’s okay for me to come round to tea? I don’t want to get you into trouble with your aunt or anything.”

“Adam, it’s absolutely fine. She’s a fab cook but she always makes far too much and it’ll be no problem setting an extra place. We don’t live in Woodchester by the way. We’re in Attleton Market, a small town about half an hour’s drive from here – well it’s twenty minutes or so normally but not on a Friday afternoon if you get my drift. My vehicle’s only just over in the staff carpark and if we get a move on now we should miss the worst of the rush hour.”

Their journey was an uneventful one. Barnaby fiddled with the car radio, alternating between Classic FM and Radio Woodchester. Adam sat silently in the passenger seat, wondering whether he’d done right or not by accepting an unexpected though generous invitation from someone he’d known for less than a week. However he felt calm in Barnaby’s company. Here was a guy who accepted him for who he was and didn’t try to load unrealistic expectations onto him. Presently they approached the old town of Attleton Market, a curious mixture of ancient modern with the old church, market place and quaint medieval timbered pubs cheek by jowl with Victorian shops and contemporary offices. Soon they were in what was obviously a private residential area and Barnaby turned into a small cul de sac of neat, trim, Seventies’ town houses and pulled up outside one near the end.

“Well, here we are. What do you make of it, Adam?”

“Looks good to me.”

“I thought you’d say that. Welcome to the mad house!”

Barnaby led the way down the drive and through the front door.

“Hi Aunt Anne. I brought someone home for tea. I hope you don’t mind.”

A mellow East Anglian accent rang out from the direction of the kitchen.

“Of course not. Who is it?”

“It’s a guy from the office who’s new this week and he was at a bit of a loose end this evening so I thought I’d invite him round.”

Barnaby led Adam into the kitchen where the oven was on and something smelt good.

“Aunt Anne, this is Adam Flaxwell. He works in the Payroll section at our place.”

Adam sensed a slight stiffening of the fabric in his trousers as he viewed the vision before him. A well preserved woman, she had shoulder length flaxen hair, penetrating blue eyes, a light complexion and a figure which belied her age. As she turned to check a pan on the hob, Adam noticed she’d got a nicely formed bum in tight fitting stone washed jeans, sexy and ample but in proportion to her trim, attractive, figure. She had to be in her mid forties but somehow managed to avoid looking it and could pass without difficulty for a woman ten years younger.

Smiling, she turned and extended a slightly floury hand in Adam’s direction.

“Welcome to our home, Adam. It’s haddock in parsley sauce for tea with new potatoes and garden peas. Is that alright? I always do fish on Fridays – it’s what going to a convent school does to you.”

Adam smiled.

“Sounds good to me. What do I call you by the way?”

“Some people call me Mrs Timpson but it makes me feel old. Anne’s fine. My nephew here still persists in calling me ‘aunt’ but I wish he wouldn’t! It makes me sound like some sort of old dowager. Anyhow, I hope you’ll join us for a glass of wine.”

Adam stammered.

“I’m sorry Mrs Timpson – Anne I mean – but I don’t drink.”

Anne smiled at her guest.

“How unusual. A young man who doesn’t drink. That’s fine though, Adam. I wish I’d had as much sense at your age. Perhaps I can offer you tea, coffee or, if you prefer, there’s some apple juice in the fridge.”

“Apple juice would be lovely.”

Anne poured a large glass of apple juice for Adam and a glass of Chardonnay each for herself and Barnaby.

“Tea won’t be long now, boys. Barnaby, perhaps you’d be good enough to lay the table. Remember the fish knives and I think we should have out those cream napkins I bought for when your mother visited.”

Barnaby pulled a face but did as he was told.

In what seemed like no time at all, tea was served and they took their places round the dining room table. Adam hadn’t tasted fish as delicate and fresh as that before or sauce anywhere konya escort near so creamy. Real parsley too, going on the taste and texture – not something awful out of a packet. Barnaby’s aunt really was a ‘fab cook’ and there was no denying it.

Anne eyed Adam carefully.

“So you’ve known Barnaby for a while then?”

“We’ve known one another for about a week, Anne. We’ve seen each other around at the office and hang out together in the canteen. You could say we’ve sort of become friends.”

“I see. Are you local then?”

“No. I’m from Greathampton on the other side of the county. I went to uni in Woodchester though and when a job cropped up with the council I applied. The rest you could say is history.”

“It’s a long way to commute. You must get tired, Adam?”

“No I don’t. I’ve taken a bedsit in Freehold Street, behind Woodchester Cathedral. It’s handy enough for work but I’m looking for something better in the long term.”

“Hmm. A lot of student accommodation down there if I remember rightly. Must be noisy at times, I’d have thought.”

“It’s not too bad but I’ve been told Friday and Saturday nights can be a bit eventful. I’ve not really got used to the cathedral clock striking at all hours yet but I expect it’s early days. When I was at uni I stayed in the halls of residence which are more on the edge of town.”

“I know. Near the hospital.”

“And the prison,” Barnaby chimed in.

“Thank you Barnaby,” said his aunt, casting a reproving glance in her nephew’s direction. Turning to Adam, she smiled.

“Look Adam. Barnaby really needs someone his own age around the house and, besides, I’m not much company. As you seem to get along well enough, why not give up those digs in Woodchester and move in with us?”

Taken aback by her offer, Adam was momentarily lost for words. It was a very generous one to say the least and the prospect of cooking like this was certainly more alluring than that of microwaved supermarket ready meals consumed in a rather cramped bedsit.

“That’s very kind of you Mrs Timpson – I mean Anne – but are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. You don’t have to decide right now, but I think it beats the arrangement you’ve got. You’d have your own room and I’d be willing to throw in breakfast, an evening meal as well as a packed lunch if you wanted one and your laundry for, shall we say, thirty five quid a week?”

“Well won’t your husband mind? I don’t want to intrude on your domestic arrangements.”

“Adam, you wouldn’t intrude in the least. In fact the pleasure would be all mine. So far as my husband’s concerned he’s rarely at home these days and he’s long since learned not to mind about the decisions I take if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Well thank you, Anne. In that case the answer’s ‘yes’ – I’ll take up your offer. I need to go over to Woodchester and pick my things up though – and explain the situation to my landlady.”

“That can wait till the morning, Adam. Woodchester’s not a fun place to be on a Friday night and both Barnaby and I have been drinking so we can’t really run you over there tonight. There was a time when I’d get behind the wheel after a couple of glasses of wine but not nowadays. The police are so bloody keen and it’s just not worth it. You can borrow a spare pair of Barnaby’s boxers tonight or, if you prefer, some of my husband’s cashmere pyjamas, and we’ve got a new toothbrush in the bathroom cupboard.”

Barnaby, long-silent, turned to Adam.

“Aunt Anne’s right. Woodchester’s no joke on Friday and Saturday nights when all the drunks and crackheads are on the prowl. You’re a lot safer staying here.”

Realising he was outnumbered – and outmanoeuvred – Adam realised there was only one response.

“Thanks. I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Barnaby dear, why don’t you show Adam where the living room is? I’m sure there must be something on the telly that appeals to him.” She turned back to Adam. “And never fear, we have got the full Sky Plus package. We’ve plenty of DVDs in case you don’t find anything as well. Meanwhile I’ll clear away the dishes. Help yourselves to fruit from the sideboard by the way.”

Barnaby beckoned to his friend.

“Come this way, Adam.”

Adam found himself escorted into a large room with a plush leather sofa and matching chairs. A large television set perched on one corner above what was obviously the DVD player. Reaching for the remote control he brought the set to life and quick flick through the available channels confirmed what he already knew, namely that there wasn’t a deal worth watching on a Friday evening at this time of year.

Busy channel hopping, Adam began to feel a familiar sensation down below. Although by no means desperate, he’d not been to the toilet since breakfast time and a need to pee was becoming evident. Part of him hated admitting that he needed to go but as the pressure on his bladder increased, Adam realised that he would soon have no alternative.

“Barnaby, where’s the bathroom?,” he enquired.

Barnaby cast his new friend a knowing smile.

“Come with me. It’s up the stairs and first kayseri escort on your left. Your bedroom is on the second left, right next to it. My room’s opposite by the way and Aunt Anne’s is next door to that.”

Adam followed Barnaby up the stairs and dived straight into the bathroom whilst Barnaby headed in the direction of his bedroom. Looking around him, Adam surveyed the scene. This was some bathroom with gleaming gold bath and washbasin taps, a separate shower cubicle and a sparkling golden rail with what appeared to be fresh, unused towels on it. With some trepidation he lifted the toilet lid and seat and unzipped his trousers, releasing a swollen penis. The sheer cleanliness and orderliness of this bathroom made him feel that by using it he was in a sense desecrating it, yet use it he must. Overcoming his initial hesitation he began to pee and was soon peeing hard, a massive yellow torrent cascading into the bowl before him, the result of holding his water for twelve hours. Within a couple of minutes he was done though and flushing, proceeded to zip his trousers and tidy himself up. Leaving the bathroom he bumped into Barnaby, who had a rather cheesy grin on his face.

“Hey Adam, that was quite some performance. A guy who can pee for England, eh?”

Adam couldn’t help feeling a sense of displeasure that his privacy had been intruded on by prying ears but at the same time felt there was a compliment in Barnaby’s remark to be appreciated.

“So you’ve been listening in then?”

“Not intentionally, no. You might say it was the kind of performance I couldn’t well avoid overhearing though. You’re almost as loud as me when I go.”

“Well to be honest I’d not been for twelve hours and it does rather build up.”

“I thought as much. I guessed you were a holder like me before the week was up but I wasn’t going to mention it until the time was right. Anyhow, I’ve not been for nearly as long myself and I’m ready for a shower too, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m next in. I shouldn’t be more than about ten or fifteen minutes and I’m sure you can find something to do in the meantime.”

With that, Barnaby closed the bathroom door behind him and in barely the time it would have take him to get undressed, Adam could hear the shower running. So Barnaby hadn’t peed for nearly twelve hours either then? His decision to head straight into the shower though suggested that he was a guy who liked to combine two jobs in one and, after all, who could blame him?

Looking around the landing, Adam contemplated what to do whilst Barnaby attended to his needs. Barnaby’s bedroom door was ajar and, although he knew it was wrong to go in there uninvited, Adam found curiosity getting the better of him and quietly crept in. A laptop, running on standby mode, was perched on Barnaby’s bedside table. Knowing he shouldn’t touch but unable to contain his curiosity, Adam reached for the mouse and the laptop sprang into life. Barnaby’s homepage came up before and there was an open list of favourites. As he scanned through Barnaby’s favourites, Adam’s eyes were on stalks. Listed there were various sites connected with peeing and desperation, most of them portraying women either peeing themselves defiantly or holding themselves as though they were clearly bursting. So this was what Barnaby was into then. Feeling himself aroused, Adam began to masturbate and, concentrating on the needs of his penis, didn’t hear the freshly showered Barnaby’s footsteps as he entered.

“And what’s the meaning of this?” he thundered, startling Adam in the process.

Panic stricken, Adam removed his hand from his crotch and turned to Barnaby, blushing as he did so.

“I’m sorry Barnaby. I didn’t mean to be nosy. It’s just that curiosity got the better of me and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Obviously.”

Barnaby’s tone mellowed a little.

“It looks as though you have some of the same interests as me. Somehow I can see us getting along quite well. You must ask though in future if you want to borrow my laptop. There’s private stuff on there and I don’t really appreciate people helping themselves.”

“I really an sorry, Barnaby. It won’t happen again. I’ll pick my own laptop up from the bedsit tomorrow. However I am surprised though that you leave it running for anyone to see with that sort of stuff on it. Don’t you worry about your aunt stumbling across it or anything like like that?”

Barnaby fought hard to suppress a chuckle.

“Adam, you’ve had a bit of a sheltered upbringing by the sound of it. Who do you think introduced me to the world of holding, desperation, wetting and all that goes with it?”

“Surely you’re not suggesting…”

“I am. It was none other than Aunt Anne herself – whilst I was still at university as it happens. She’d come to visit me sometimes at weekends, ostensibly to bring me some fresh clothes and one of her delicious rich fruit cakes. However she’d often come in peed pants and make no secret of the fact. She had a knack of getting stuck in traffic jams on the M25, usually with a full bladder, and if she wasn’t wet by the time she got to me she was always desperate – and enjoying it into the bargain. However she preferred the college lawn to my loo, often just squatting and peeing through her panties. I think it was her way of venting her disapproval of my choice of university! She did teach me that it was okay to hold and go to the loo when I wanted, not necessarily the same thing as when I needed to go or other people thought I should.”

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This is a true story. If only it happened every time we went away.

We were finally going for the week away that we’d been promising ourselves for nearly a year. We’d been waiting for the Australian government to grant us a visa extension, and it had finally arrived…after 8 months.

It was August, and we were in the middle of an Australian winter. Sydney is hardly cold by most winter standards, but cold enough to warrant a trip to somewhere warm and sandy.

Fiji’s Coral Coast seemed like a fine choice. Nothing to do all day but sit in the sun with a book, drink cocktails, and fuck like rabbits. Yep, Fiji’s the place for us.

We landed at around 8:00 p.m. local time with the prospect of a 2 hour coach ride. We’re both smokers, so having been on a plane for a few hours, and then having to slowly pass through immigration, we stopped for a quick cigarette before getting on the coach. By the time we’d finished, the 20 seat coach was full. Stuck at the airport in Nadi waiting for transport was hardly my idea of a good start to a holiday.

Just then a Fijian holiday rep. came up to us and said no problem, he’d take us the resort himself. At which point, he grabbed our bags and put them in the back of a leather clad E class Mercedes. This holiday was beginning to look that little bit better.

An hour later, we were sipping cocktails at the bar, and being completely pampered by the staff, who thought that we were holiday industry reps. Apparently, people arriving in a Mercedes usually are. Not that we were complaining, you understand. We’d halved the journey time by not having to travel with the rest of the holiday makers and we’d just caught the end of dinner. Yep, this holiday was getting better by the minute.

The couple next to us at the bar introduced themselves as Dan and Naomi. They were English, undoubtedly from London, and were on a 9 month honeymoon traveling the world. I wouldn’t describe either of them as stunning in appearance, but they were undoubtedly sexy. Time flew by as the cocktails slipped down easily, and it was soon time for bed.

We woke in the morning to a beautiful sight. The lagoon was like a mirror, there was a slight breeze, and it was 28 degrees. The resort, which only had 25 Bures was nestled in a small valley and was surrounded by lush tropical vegetation. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. This was truly paradise. After a short stroll and a few photo opportunities, we went for breakfast where we bumped in to Dan and Naomi again. This time they were both in their beach wear, and displaying very nice physiques. Dan was about 6 foot tall with hardly an ounce of fat on him, and sporting a rather impressive denizli escort and very noticeable bulge in his Speedos. Naomi was about 5’ 6” and very curvy. I have to admit to having a thing for voluptuous women. After all, my wife, Al, is 5’ 3”, D cup breasts, and a figure to die for. Lucky me eh?!

We chatted for a while, and then went off to spend the day investigating the local surroundings.

We saw them again at lunch time, and then again in the evening. And that was the pattern for the next few days. Whenever we were there, so were they. It was like we couldn’t avoid each other. We all got along well, and it wasn’t long before the chat turned to sex. Dan had a digital camera with him that also took video, and one morning after breakfast, he showed us a quick video of Naomi feeling her tits; much to her embarrassment. She blushed for a second or two, but as we sat there looking at her pinching her nipples, and generally having a good time, we began to comment on how lucky Dan was, and that she should be proud of her body. She soon forgot her embarrassment, and began to really enjoy the flattery.

Of course, I had to reciprocate, and that afternoon, I took some stills of my wife. Dan and Naomi enjoyed them immensely. We had been a bit more brazen, and Al had dropped here bikini bottoms to show her neatly trimmed pussy. This prompted Dan to tell me that he shaved his ball, and I should really try it. To use his words, “it’s so much better for both of you”. And so I did, and still do for that matter.

The week went buy in a blur, and it was soon the last night. We had to up at 5 am to catch the flight home. We sat and drank with Naomi and Dan, and then decided to drink their litre bottle of vodka back at our room. By 10 p.m. we were all pretty drunk, and sex was the only topic of conversation. We began to talk about sexual experiences. I remember thinking at the time that we were heading in to “dangerous” territories with this conversation. Both Al and I have had a couple of bi experiences, and while we’re not shy about talking about it, it’s not necessarily something that we publicize.

Naomi began to tell us how she used a finger in her arse when she masturbated, but, Dan had a very thick cock, and its too big for her to take. She’d never been taken anally, and really wanted to give it a try. She’d also never fucked a woman, and thought it might be fun. Dan’s fantasy was the usual man thing: two women, but he’d never managed it yet. It was then our turn, and the vodka was working a little too well. I told how I’d been in a bed watching to women, and Al soon admitted to it being her. Al then told them diyarbakır escort that we’d also had a three some with another guy, and that she’d thoroughly enjoyed watching me suck a cock.

It was getting pretty heated all in all, and I noticed that both Dan and I had a major issue going on in our shorts.

I then suddenly remembered that I had to settle the account for the week. So I dutifully went back to the reception to settle up while Al stayed with Dan and Naomi.

10 minutes later, I returned to find the 3 of them in bed. The look on my face must have been quite something. Dan had his arms around two topless women and a grin like the Cheshire Cat. They both began to kiss him on the cheek and rub his chest, so I just sat down on the couch and watched. It was clearly a setup. The clothes they’d taken off were neatly placed in a line for me to follow, and they were playing it like one of the cheesiest porn films I’d ever seen. Very funny, but also very erotic. My hard on returned instantly.

The two girls then stretched across Dan and began to kiss gently. I looked at Dan and smiled. He slipped out from between the two girls, and sat next to me on the couch. He couldn’t take his eyes off the two women. Neither could I for that matter. I’ve seen plenty of Lesbian porn flicks, but they are nothing like the real thing. This was sensual. They were touching, kissing and feeling for their benefit, not that of the watcher.

They were soon all over each other. Al was sucking Naomi’s nipples, and had a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. Naomi was breathing hard, and Al began to make her way down her stomach. Naomi grabbed Al’s head and stopped her. She looked over at Dan who simply smiled in return. Al asked Naomi if she was alright, and got a big grin in return. Whatever had been troubling her was now resolved, and seconds later, she had Al’s tongue buried between her legs. 30 seconds later, Naomi came violently, bucking and thrashing while Al tried to keep hold of her hips to continue her assault. When she’d calmed down a little she gripped my wife’s head between her thighs and flipped her on to her back.

She was now straddling Al’s tits, and started rubbing her pussy on them. We could see her juices shining in the half light. Dan was still sat next to me, transfixed by the images in front of him. I was sorely tempted to feel his hard cock, and in retrospect, I wish I had. I quite fancied the idea of sucking his thick member, while his wife was pleasured in front of him. I don’t think he would have minded one bit. However, I didn’t, and when I looked back at the bed, Naomi was getting antalya escort her first taste of a woman. It didn’t take long for Al to come.

They lay next to each other, smiling, and gently caressing. It was a truly beautiful sight.

And then we were bade to join them. We looked at each other, and silently agreed to swap wives for a moment. Dan went straight down on Al, while I buried my face in Naomi’s slick pussy. She was incredibly wet and within moments of me finding her clit was shrieking in orgasm again. I think she needed a rest after that as she pulled away from me and immediately began to devour my cock. I looked across at Al who was now trying to get Dan’s thick cock into her mouth. We both were both about 6 inches long, but Dan’s was as thick as my wrist, and uncut, while mine is cut and fairy slim. The girls began sucking in earnest, and Dan was getting close to coming. I would quite happily have come in Naomi’s mouth, but she stopped licking me and told Dan that she wanted his come inside her. With in moments, we had our cocks balls deep in our respective wives.

I could hear Dan coming a few minutes later, and then they skipped off to take a shower. The alcohol was having a profound effect on my staying power, and I continued to thrust in Al’s hot wet hole. I flipped her onto her front, and took her from behind. This is undoubtedly her favourite position, and she was soon coming again, and begging me to come too. I was beginning to think that I’d never be able to come the way I was going. I was sweating profusely in the heat and could feel my energy levels dropping rapidly.

Dan and Naomi then returned from the shower, and began egging us on. Dan slipped his hand between my legs and started to rub Al’s clit. My balls were rubbing against his wrist, and this sent a surge through me. Naomi sat on the bed next to Al, moistened her fore finger, and pushed it slowly in to here tight arsehole. With all the added stimulation, Al was soon coming again. Dan was urging us to get really dirty and put on a show for them. I pulled my cock out of Al and began wanking myself very fast. Al rolled over and immediately began to lick my balls, moaning as she did so, and really making a meal of them. Dan was feeling my butt, and pleaded with me “Come on her face. Please come on her face”.

That was the last straw for me. I felt my balls tighten, and I began to spray cum every where. Al closed here eyes as my come splashed all over her eyes, nose and mouth. She wiped her face with her fingers and licked them clean.

I collapsed in a heap. Dan’s cock was showing signs of life again, but the rest of us were a spent force. It was 1:30 a.m., and we had to be up in three and a half hours.

We said our goodbyes and went to sleep.

Dan and Naomi were flying home a few days later, and we never saw them again. We corresponded by e-mail briefly when they got back to England. We all agreed that it had been a fantastic holiday and a memorable night.

And if we ever meet again…

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My cock was still rock hard. First fucking Heloise and that incredible orgasm she’d had. Then seeing Nicole in such a revealing negligee. Even though she seemed angry now, that just made her look more ravishing. And she was using her command voice. I knew I would do anything she wanted me to. But what she wanted right now was Heloise, and she was pissed at her.

“Mark, get Heloise in here now or you will be in even more trouble when I tell my grandmother!”

I pushed the button on the bedside table that I knew summoned Heloise. Nicole stood staring at my cum-covered cock and I could tell the wheels were turning. Who knew what she was thinking. It didn’t take long and Nicole was at the door, dressed in her maid’s uniform. She entered saying, “Yes, ma’am? Do you need my assistance with…” And then she was stopped short by the look in Nicole’s eyes.

“Ma’am?”

“You were fucking Mark? He is mine!”

“Yes ma’am. You are correct.” Heloise’s voice was even and calm. She was using a tone that was at once respectful but also meant to educate the younger woman and let her know that perhaps her assumptions were mis-placed.

“Ma’am, it is my duty to keep Mark primed for your service. I have to use all of the tools at my disposal to keep him in a state of readiness. I would never break the rule and allow him to cum without your explicit permission.:

“But you were fucking him!”

“Yes, ma’m. I was. After dinner service, which I believe you enjoyed immensely, Mark needed intense rehabilitation. I knew that you would probably cll this evening, and I was simply preparing him for you.”

Wait. What? Heloise was just fucking me to get me ready for Nicole? I wasn’t too happy to hear that.

“You fucked him.” Nicole seemed to be calming down a bit now as she processed what Heloise was saying.

“Yes, ma’am. I did. And I believe he is ready for you. Perhaps I should have cleaned him before sending him into you, but I did not want to keep you waiting from your service.”

“You fucked him. For me…”

“Yes.”

I was glad that Nicole had calmed down, but this whole thing was not really feeling good for my ego. My cock even started to deflate a bit. I thought Heloise was really into me. I mean, that orgasm was something…

“Show me.” This time, Nicole’s voice had turned back to her commanding voice.

“What, miss?” It was like Heloise really didn’t believe what she’d just heard.

“Show me. Mark, fuck Heloise yalova escort like you were doing before you came in here,” she said gesturing at me. That brought my cock back to attention.

“She was naked.” I stated matter of factly.

“Take off your clothes, Heloise.” Again in her commanding voice.

“This is highly irregular, miss.”

“Don’t make me call my grandmother.”

“No ma’am. That won’t be necessary.” And Heloise began to remove her maid’s uniform.

I was enjoying the position that Heloise was being put in. Her confidence seemed to have slipped away and she obediently dis-robed.

“How were you doing it?” Nicole asked me.

“She was laying on the bed.” I told her. And Nicole pointed Heloise to the bed.

Heloise moved to the bed and laid down, bending her knees and pulling her feet up on the bed. This spread her legs and her pussy opened up. It was still red and swollen from when I was fucking her not half an hour before.

Nicole’s eyes widened as she stared at Heloise’s pussy.

“Go ahead, Mark…show me how you fucked her.”

I didn’t need any more prompting. I moved in between Heloise’s legs.

“I was holding her legs like this,” I said taking hold of each of her ankles and splaying her legs further out. I looked down at Heloise and saw she was literally dripping from her pussy down her ass cheeks and her princess butt plug. For a moment, I fought off the urge to dive face first into her. I knew she would taste heavenly, but I also knew this wasn’t the time for that.

“Do it.” Nicole commanded.

I placed the head of my cock against Heloise and slowly pushed my cock into her. Heloise sighed as I did so.

I pulled back and pushed back in slowly a second time, holding myself deep inside her. I could feel the tip of my cock pushing against her cervix. This time she moaned deeply, her eyes rolling back into her head.

The third time, I pushed more forcefully and picked up speed. My balls slapped against her ass. I was in heaven.

Heloise gripped the sheets of the bed and pushed herself back at me with eat thrust.

Even as I fucked her though, she brought herself back to enough of a state of control to look me in the eye and say forcefully, “Mark, remember the rule.”

And then she had another one of her orgasm, showing all over my cock as she screamed.

“Oh my god!” shouted Nicole. “Stop!”

“I wasn’t edirne escort hurting her…” I tried to say.

“Oh, I know you weren’t,” Nicole responded with excitement. She dropped to her knees, grabbing my legs to turn me to face her. My cock was directly in front of her face, dripping with Heloise’s cum.

Nicole licked her lips and dove for my cock. Licking and sucking she lapped up Heloise’s cum. She didn’t leave anything behind, even pulling my cock high to lick the underside of my balls.

“Again. Fuck her again.”

Who was I to question that? Heloise didn’t seem to mind either. She pulled her knees up to her chest, showing me her open pussy.

I pushed back in and started to fuck her again. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me with each stroke.

I felt like I was getting close to cumming already. I looked over at Nicole hoping she would see and give me the go ahead. What I saw almost put me over the edge. Nicole was staring at my cock going in and out of Heloise with her hand between her legs and was clearly finger fucking her own pussy. With her other hand, she had pulled her breast out of the negligee and was pinching her nipple.

At that moment, I had a devilish idea.

“Nicole?”

She stopped masturbating enough to look me in the eyes.

“I know from experience what Heloise can do with her mouth. I think you’d like what her mouth could do for you.”

“Mark?” Heloise hissed at me.

“What do you mean?” asked Nicole.

“Sit on her face. She has a very talented mouth. And you’ll be able to see better.”

“Mark…” Heloise tried again, but I just started fucking her again and she didn’t say anything else.

Nicole thought about it for a moment, then she shimmied out of the negligee altogether and slowly climbed up on the bed beside Heloise.

“Are you sure?” Nicole asked.

“Absolutely.” I said unequivocally. I fucked Heloise even harder and, in her sex stupor, she nodded yes.

Nicole raised one knee and I could see her well-manicured pussy spread. I really wanted to be the one she was about to sit on, but that would have to wait for some other time.

Nicole was staring at me fucking Heloise who was starting to squirm again. I could feel her tensing up and wondered if she would cum a third time this evening. Nicole lowered her knee on the other side of Heloise’s head and slowly sank her pussy onto Heloise’s face.

I erzurum escort saw Heloise tip her head back further and open her more to Nicole’s pussy. Nicole let out a deep sigh as she felt Heloise’s tongue and mouth make contact. Nicole started to grind herself on Heloise’s face.

“Oh my god, this is amazing…”

I thrust myself deep into Heloise again and again and was rewarded again with a gushing pussy squirting over my eager cock.

“Nicole, can I…”

“No,” she cut me off. “Give it to me.”

Her breath was ragged as she kept grinding her pussy onto Heloise’s mouth. She leaned over and put her face down to where my cock was buried in Heloise.

“Give it to me,” she said again.

I pulled my cock slowly from Heloise. I was covered in her juices, strings of her cum dripping from my shaft and balls.

I finally came out of Heloise and popped to attention in front of Nicole’s face, almost poking her in the eye. She giggled ecstatically. “Don’t stop, Heloise,” and went right to cleaning my cock of Heloise’s juices. I could tell that Heloise was using that gifted mouth on Nicole’s pussy.

Nicole’s breathing was becoming even heavier. Her eyes were closed and she sucked on my balls and licked every inch of my cock. Her face started to contort as her orgasm built.

I could barely contain myself.

“Nicole, can I…”

“Yes. Mark. Now.”

I didn’t need an explanation. She squeeze my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. Her face tensed up in her own orgasm as she opened her mouth over my cock just as I exploded. I almost passed out as I came and had to reach out to steady myself. My hand fell on the back of Nicole’s head and pulled her down onto my cock. She didn’t seem to mind and greedily ate me up.

After what seems like an eternity, I stopped cumming and Nicole pulled herself off of my cock. She rolled to her side and off of Heloise whose face I could see was shinny and wet with Nicole’s juices. I even caught her licking her lips trying to taste more even as she looked up at me with a slight look of contempt.

Nicole shivered and sighed, “That was amazing.”

Heloise got up and pulled covers onto Nicole and gestured that we should leave.

As we walked down the hall, I think we were both pretty spent.

“Did you enjoy that, Heloise?”

“I’ll be honest, Mark. I did. But don’t be getting any more ideas like that.”

“But, Heloise…”

“No, Mark. There will be pay back for that even if I did enjoy the fucking and the pussy. It’s just the way it is.”

I wasn’t sure I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I was too tired to think about it and I was still tingly from the sex. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed for the night and do it all over again tomorrow.

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I’m one of those people who don’t put much faith in dreams or fantasies but I never felt there was any harm in having them. I’ve had this fantasy for almost a year. I didn’t just come to mind, it was something I’d seen on an x-rated video my husband had.

Darren, my husband and I have been married for almost three years. I hadn’t dated much at all before I met Darren. I realized I shouldn’t have been so eager to get married. We still loved each other but the sex was just not like it was in the beginning. It wasn’t dull and boring but it was getting pretty close to bordering on it. Some of my friends in the office where I worked seemed to be falling into the same situation. I often listened to them discussing their sex lives. It even appeared like some could be heading for divorce. Some of the girls had their fantasies. Fantasies were a favorite subject discussed during our hour-long lunch breaks. I kept quiet about mine, knowing some would frown upon it.

My fantasy was having wild sex with a black guy, a good-looking black guy. If my husband knew I’d even thought about having sex with anyone else, he’d go nuts. It was just a fantasy, nothing I’d consider fulfilling. It was only happening in my mind and that’s as far as it would ever go.

I work as a receptionist for a marketing firm. I meet a lot of people everyday. I’m not bragging but quite a few guys have hit on me even though my wedding ring is quite prevalent. I assume most of them are just flirting so I never take it seriously. It’s just their way of being friendly. I’m 5’8″, slender build with shoulder length blonde hair. I’m always smiling; it’s part of my job. Maybe my looks and pleasant smile are why some of the guys come onto me from time to time.

Every weekday at 4:30, our express package service guy makes his daily stop to pick up our overnight packages. He’s quite a flirt, even though he’s usually in a rush. I’m sure he flirts with most of the receptionists on his route. With his great looks and physique, he probably even scores with a few of them. The fact that Kenton’s a handsome black male adds to his charisma. For the past week, I’d noticed Kenton had been a little more expletive with his remarks. He also spent more time flirting with me than usual. Although he made me laugh with his blatant remarks, it also made me wonder if he might be trying to actually score with me.

It was Friday evening, almost 4:30. Kenton should be coming through the doors at his usual fast gait at any minute. Time for our battle of witty remarks. I saw his truck pull up in front of our building, its brakes squealing like fingernails scraping across a blackboard. Kenton came charging through the doors heading directly towards me. He had his usual smile on his face.

“Hey Melissa, what’s happening?” Kenton greeted.

“Not much. How about you?” I replied, smiling.

“Just waiting for the weekend!” Kenton responded. “Chiefs are playing tomorrow afternoon, a Saturday game.”

“I’m not a big football fan, but I watch it occasionally.” I said. “My husband hates the game.”

“Too bad for him. Anything else he hates?” Kenton asked, grinning.

“Well, me at times probably.” I replied, smiling

Kenton stopped grinning when he heard my callous remark. I shouldn’t have said it. It was just something that slipped out. It certainly killed our conversation. He signed for the packages, handing me the receipt. He rushed back out to his truck. I finished up my work, leaving at 5:00.

I slept in late the next morning. Darren was working this weekend so I had the whole day to myself. I thought I’d drive out to the mall and get some shopping done. I strolled through the mall walking past most of the stores. I decided to get a cup of coffee and something to eat at the food court.

“Hey Melissa” I heard a familiar voice shouting. I looked around to see Kenton standing at one of the soft drink vendors. I waved and smiled at him. He got his soft drink and approached my table. He didn’t sit down; he stood across the table from me.

“Doing a little shopping I see.” Kenton remarked.

“Yeah, treating myself to some new clothes.” I said. “Bought a new leather skirt for work.”

“Cool! Bet you’ll look hot in it!” Kenton exclaimed, smiling.

I blushed at his remark. I had to look away so he wouldn’t see me blushing. Blushing was always a little embarrassing for me.

“Thought you’d be home getting ready for the Chiefs to play?” I asked.

“Not for a couple of hours yet.” izmir escort He replied. “It’s a later than normal start. You going to watch the game?”

“No, I’ll probably be doing laundry or cleaning the house.” I answered.

“Well, you can always come over to my place and watch if you want.” Kenton stated, his voice sounding sincere.

“I may just take you up on that offer.” I replied.

“OK. Let me give you my address.” Kenton said.

He took a napkin from the table and printed his address on it. He handed it to me. He had a big smile on his face like he actually expected me to come over. I thanked him and told him I might see him later.

I watched him walk down one of the corridors of the mall till he was out of sight. I did a little more shopping before leaving the mall. The thought of going over to Kenton’s to watch the football game crossed my mind several times. Should I or shouldn’t I. Even if I did, I wasn’t sure he actually wanted to have sex with me. If he did, would I let him, would I let myself? I couldn’t make up my mind what to do.

I drove home, still thinking about Kenton’s invitation. If he’d given me his address, he must have been sincere and he must have expected me to show up. The house was quiet and empty with Darren at work till late this evening. I didn’t want to just sit here in front of the television all by myself. I decided to go over to Kenton’s and watch the game or whatever else we decided to do.

I took a quick shower, fixed my hair and put on some make-up. I put on a few drops of perfume. I was trying to be seductive although I hadn’t even realized it. I picked a red blouse to go along with my red leather skirt. High-heels seemed like over-kill but I decided to wear them anyway. I checked myself in the mirror to see how I looked. I hoped Kenton would like my outfit.

I checked Kenton’s address. It was in a nice apartment complex on the south side of town. I made the drive in about thirty minutes pulling up in front of the apartment’s address. I took a deep breath and grabbed my purse. I walked up the path to Kenton’s apartment, hesitantly. I wasn’t sure if I should be doing this. I knocked on the door and soon heard footsteps approaching from inside. Kenton opened the door, smiling. He acted like he was expecting me.

“Hey, come on in.” Kenton greeted me. “The game’s just about to start in a few minutes.”

I smiled as I entered his apartment. I was surprised at how nice it was. I imagined the rent was sky high. Kenton complimented me on my attire. I thanked him for his kind remark. He motioned me into the livingroom and I took a seat on the couch. Kenton asked if I’d like something to drink. I told him a soft drink would be just fine. I’m not a drinker at all. Kenton returned with a coke and a beer for himself. The pregame show was still on so we just chatted about his apartment. He gave me a brief tour including the balcony bedroom, which overlooked the living area. I was impressed to say the least.

The game was starting as we sat down in front of the big screen tv. Kenton put out some snacks for us to munch on. He was quite the host; he seemed to have thought of everything. The game was very one-sided. The Chiefs walked all over the other team like they weren’t even on the field. Kenton and I laughed at the fumbles and mistakes the Chief’s opposition made. We started conversing just to keep ourselves entertained, ignoring the game entirely.

Kenton had a big interest in high performance cars, something I also had an interest in. I guess I inherited it from my father. Dad was a hot-rodder from the muscle car era. Kenton liked to photograph cars at local car shows and cruise-ins. He was quite well known amongst the other car enthusiasts. He brought out some of his photo albums so I could see his work. I was really impressed. We sat together on the couch. I noticed how big his hands were as he turned the album pages. Sitting close together on the couch was having its effect on me.

I leaned back against the cushions of the couch. Kenton leaned back putting his arm along the back of the couch. I felt his hand drift down to my shoulder. I crossed my legs, becoming a little nervous as he touched me. We looked at each other for a brief moment. Kenton leaned down to kiss me and I let him. My lips responded to his as he kissed me passionately. I put my hand on his arm as he pulled me in closer to him. We kissed for several minutes, breaking occasionally antalya escort to catch our breaths. I was so turned on by his mouth working on mine. I didn’t want him to stop.

“We might be more comfortable in the bedroom.” Kenton stated.

I nodded my head in agreement. Kenton stood up and pulled me to my feet. We walked up the stairs to the balcony bedroom. The drapes were wide open so Kenton walked over and closed them. I stood there as he pulled the blankets down towards the foot of the queen-size bed. I was going to live out my fantasy!

Kenton stood by the side of the bed and motioned for me to join him. I slowly approached the bed, standing next to him. Kenton started unbuttoning my blouse. His large fingers having a little difficulty with them.

“You can tell me to stop anytime Melissa.” Kenton spoke softly.

“I’m not going to tell you to stop.” I replied.

Kenton took my blouse off, tossing it on the floor. He turned me around so my back was to him. I felt his hands sliding the zipper down on my skirt. I didn’t move as the skirt felt to my feet. Kenton lifted my legs one at a time till I had stepped out of it. He tossed the skirt on top of my blouse. I started to turn back to face him but his strong hands held me in position. Kenton kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. He unhooked my bra and pulled it down my arms, dropping it at my feet. All I had on were black bikini panties. Kenton put his strong hands around me cupping my firm breasts. His hands squeezed them gently, kneading them. Kenton’s thumbs flicked at my nipples. They responded to his teasing, growing erect. My breathing was labored as he continued kissing the back of my neck and ears. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass. I wondered just how big it actually was. Kenton’s hand brushed across my tummy down towards my panties. His large hand slipped beneath the material and down over my pubic hair.

“Your hair’s as soft as cotton.” Kenton whispered in my ear.

I spread my legs letting him slip his hand down farther to the hot slit of my pussy. His finger toyed with my clit, causing me to push back hard against him. I was moaning low in my throat. I looked down between my breasts watching his hand manipulating my pussy. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

“Oh God…….Kenton………fuck me………..fuck me now” I muttered.

Kenton withdrew his hand from my panties and pushed them down my legs to my feet. I kicked them off. Kenton turned me around, facing him. He kissed me hard, grinding his soft lips into mine. I put my hand down between us rubbing his hard cock through the material of his boxers. Its size alarmed me. I wasn’t sure I could take him inside me. Kenton picked me up and stretched me out crossways on the bed. He spread my legs as he knelt between them. I pulled my legs up slightly as he put his lips to my swollen pussy. Kenton licked my hot slit flicking his tongue on my clit. His tongue bounced all around it till I had an incredible orgasm. My whole body quivered as the extreme wave of pleasure consumed me.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…………..Goddddddddddddddd” I moaned, gasping for air

Kenton held me firmly in his grip till the orgasm faded. My feet slid down till my legs were flat against the sheets. Kenton kissed my pussy, sliding his hard tongue inside me. I could feel it swirling against my inner walls. He was actually tongue fucking me. My ass gyrated against his mouth. Kenton took his mouth from my pussy and began kissing up over my tummy towards my heaving breasts. He took each nipple, holding it gently with his teeth. He pulled on them slightly, teasing them. The stretched then returned to their erect state.

Kenton got up off the bed and pushed his tight boxer down is legs. His hard black cock protruded from his muscular body. It was huge, bigger than anything I’d ever imagined. Kenton slid between my legs lifting them to his waist. I was scared that he was going to tear me apart with his fuck shaft. Kenton spread my legs apart, holding them firmly with his strong hands.

“Just relax. Don’t tense up.” Kenton whispered.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax. I felt the enormous head of his hard cock slip between the wet lips of my pussy. Kenton pushed gently, working the head inside me. I gasped as my pussy was stretched to its limit. Kenton pushed a little harder, then stopped, letting my pussy adjust to the thickness of his cock. He worked his cock in deeper and deeper till kayseri escort he had most of his cock inside my juicy pussy. I opened my eyes; Kenton was looking down at his cock, covered in my juices. He fucked in and out of me slowly and gently. He knew I couldn’t take all of him inside me and he wasn’t forcing me to. He fucked in a steady rhythm, gyrating his hips. I was cumming almost immediately. I let my juices flow lubricating Kenton’s cock. He slipped deeper inside me. I was afraid he would start fucking me hard but he kept his steady rhythm, not wanting to hurt me. I held onto his arms, pulling him towards me. He pulled his cock all the way out of me and then slowly slipped it back till I felt his balls slapping against my ass. I was amazed my pussy could even accommodate his hard cock. Kenton got me off several times, each time I came more and more, moaning louder and louder till I was screaming.

Kenton was fucking me faster and harder. His cock was glistening with my cum. I held onto his arms tighter than ever. Kenton gave me one long, deep plunge. I felt his cock spewing his cum all the way to my inner depths. It felt extremely hot, almost burning inside me. He kept stroking in and out of me till he couldn’t keep going anymore. Kenton collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed. It took all my strength to roll him off to my side. I could feel our mixed cum running out of my pussy and down onto the sheets.

I put my hand between my legs, cupping it over my pussy and hurried towards the bathroom. It took me awhile to get cleaned up. I had cum all down my legs. Kenton came into the bathroom, his face grinning. I was fixing my hair; it was somewhat of a mess.

“You alright Melissa?” Kenton asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied, smiling. “Just a little worn out. But I’m not complaining.”

Kenton washed his chest and legs, wiping the perspiration from his face. He soaped up a washcloth and started washing his huge cock. I could see it hardening again. It had only been a few minutes since he’d gotten his load off. Kenton held his black shaft in his hand, drying it off.

“I think it’s got a mind of its own sometimes!” Kenton exclaimed, looking down at his cock. “Gets that way when it’s around beautiful women.”

Kenton and I walked back to the bedroom. I picked up my panties and slipped them on. Kenton was standing a few feet from me, watching me get dressed. I started to reach down to pick up my bra, my eyes glancing quickly at his fully erect. I left the bra lying on the floor.

“What are you going to do about that?” I asked, nodding my head towards his cock.

“Oh, I’ll handle it somehow.” Kenton quipped, giving me an up and down hand motion.

“Well, I could probably help you take care of it.” I muttered.

“Sounds good. Whatcha got in mind?” Kenton asked.

“I’d love to suck you off.” I stated boldly.

Kenton grinned at my reply. He approached me slowly, his huge cock bouncing in front of him.

“I’ve got something else in mind.” Kenton said softly. “You ever take it up the ass?”

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open at his remark. There’s no way I could take his huge cock up my ass.

“Oh, no! No way I’d even consider it!” I exclaimed. “You’d rip me apart!”

“Ok, no harm in asking, just thought you might want to give it a try.” He said.

I put my hand on his rock hard cock, stroking it back and forth. Kenton put his hand on my shoulder pushing down gently. I knelt down in front of him resting back on my ankles. Kenton held his cock with one hand, the back of my head with the other. I put both my hands on his muscular legs while he slowly moved his cock in and out of my mouth. My lips were stretched trying to consume the thickness. Kenton increased his tempo. I was breathing hard through my nose. I couldn’t pull my mouth off his cock, his strong hand at the back of my head, holding me in position. Kenton put both hands on my head and fucked my mouth till he shot his hot load down my throat. I started to choke, trying to swallow the sticky matter. I took two gulps and got it down. Kenton pulled his cock out of my mouth, holding it right at my lips. He spewed a second load all over my face. I licked my lips trying to consume as much of it as I could. Kenton’s cock started to soften in his large hands. He reached down and helped me to my feet.

I hurried to the bathroom and washed Kenton’s cum off my face. Some of it had dripped down on my breasts. I washed my breasts then dried myself off. Kenton was standing in the bedroom, almost dressed. He sat on the bed watching me put my clothes back on.

Kenton walked me to the door, kissing me softly before he opened it. His arms held me close to his warm body. Kenton had fulfilled my long time fantasy. I’ll never forget that memorable day.

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It was a day like any other. I was sitting in my office, masturbating to porn on my computer when I hear “What are you watching?” I turned around and saw my beautiful wife staring at me. I couldn’t tell if she was mad, upset, or anything in between. She walked up to me and looked over my shoulder at the computer monitor at what I was watching. “What’s cuckold?” I was so afraid of what my wife would think of me. I knew she could Google it, so I just told her. “It’s like when a wife fucks other men. Sometimes the husband can watch, or not be there at all, but is accepting that his wife fucks other men.”

“So this is what your into when I’m not looking?”

“I’m sorry babe. It’s nothing personal, it just gets me really turned on.”

“So you basically picture me, being fucked by someone else!”

“Babe, it’s just a fantasy.”

“Oh! So if I was to go along with it and say fuck it, let’s do it. You wouldn’t want it to happen?”

I really did, but I was so scared that I just said “No, it’s just a fantasy.”

“Fantasies are things you fantasize about because you really want them! So you want me to take a big black cock in my pussy like that girl in the video huh?” She raised her one eyebrow while staring at me waiting for my answer.

“Babe, if you wanted to, I would be there for you and let you do anything.”

“You’re a sick fucker you know that!”

“I’m sorry, like I said it’s just a fantasy.”

“Like hell it is. You want me, your wife, to be fucked by someone else. And if I said yes I want to fuck a big black cock and swallow all of his cum, you would actually let me!”

My now deflated boner immediately got hard at hearing her say those words.

“Oh my God. Even my talking about it is getting you hard. Fuck you’re pathetic.”

My dick started to get bigger and harder.

“Really? Me belittling you, calling you pathetic and talking about fucking and sucking black cock is what does it for ya?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you at all. Every guy has some skeleton closet fantasies, you just caught me in mine.”

“OK. So what do you like about it?” She said this not scornfully as she had been talking to me, but more curious.

“I dunno. I guess it’s the thought of the wife being completely happy, knowing her husband can’t make her happy. Being so horny and sexual, she will take any other cock to make her feel good. Being up front with her husband about it, pleasing herself while humiliating him. I dunno, it just gets me really horny. I’m sorry.”

“I’ve never even seen another dick other than yours and you want me to take it balls deep from another? Show me some of what you watch.”

I was so nervous, and excited! I have never had my wife ask me to watch porn with her before. I started clicking on other tabs I had open showing her more of the cuckold porn I was watching. After about ten minutes of watching various hot cuckold clips, I noticed she had not said a word since we started. I sat there in the chair pantsless, stopped clicking, and turned the chair around to look at my wife who was watching over my shoulder.

“You haven’t said anything” was the only thing I could think to say.

“OK. I just have some questions. All of the videos show white wives with black cocks. Are all black cocks that big? I mean your little six inches has nothing on those.”

I realized she might be more accepting to roleplay and testing the waters, so to speak. “No. Not all black cocks are that big, but some are really gifted. And I’m seven inches by the way.”

“Well that is nothing compared to those. Those ones were huge! I think if I tried to take one of those it would rip my mouth open, and push my cervix up into my throat. I mean, your little cock doesn’t even come close to touching my cervix when your balls deep in me. I am curious about what it feels like to be that full. Have all the girth and warmth inside me. Feeling full.”

I was raging hard hearing her talk like this. I noticed my jaw was literally dropped down and staring at her while she talked like this. She noticed too.

“Hmmm… Sit back, don’t say a fucking word the entire time. I wanna play a little game.”

I did as instructed as she dropped to her knees and spread my legs. She began stroking my cock slowly.

“You like that? You like thinking about your wife fucking a big black cock? Hmmmm? Riding it? Sucking it, grinding on it?”

Oh shit… She was staring into my eyes while talking like this and jerking me off… It was too much…

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum.”

She immediately adana escort went down on me and started sucking me wildly. I blew my load so hard I started to feel light headed and like my heart was going to stop because it was beating so hard.

My wife finished draining me, pulled her head bank and said “Thank you. Thank you for being honest with me.” My wife always swallowed and I have always loved it.

“My God. That was fucking incredible babe. Seriously! Thank you!”

“Just curious… If I actually did want to try a different cock, to just try it, would you be open to that? I mean, I’ve only ever had yours, and I am a bit curious to see what it would taste like, feel like.”

“Ummmm…” Shit. I honestly never would have expected this question. Would I actually truly be OK if another dick was in my wife… “Well, if you want to, like I said, I support you and would be there for you. I would like to watch though. Like hide in the closet and look through the wooden slats or something.”

“Wow. OK. I don’t know where to go from here. Like how would that even work. Where would I go to find a guy that is big or something.”

“I can place a craigslist ad.”

“OK. Well, if you set it up, I’m open to trying it. I’m not saying it’s a lasting thing, but just to try it out.”

“OK.” I immediately spun the chair back around and placed a craigslist ad saying that a real lonely white housewife wants to try a big black cock, and to text her pics or no reply.

I spun the chair back around. “There. Now they’ll be texting you so you can be in charge of who it is, how, details, etcetera. Just remember that if you do decide to actually try it, I wanna watch.”

“OK.” With that she turned around and walked out of the office. Holy fuck was this actually really happening?

Two days later, my wife walked up to me and said, “Soooo, I’ve been getting a shit ton of texts. And made some plans, but want to go over then with you.”

“OK…?”

“I’ve been talking to a lot of guys, and found one I want to try. His name is Marcus, and he is coming over in an hour. You can go hide in the closet and watch, while I take him in the bed and give this a try. I told him you’ll be at work so don’t make any noise.”

We started prepping the room and I put a wooden dining chair in the bedroom closet that faces the foot of the bed. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me until now, but we didn’t have any condoms. I had a vasectomy years ago after we knew we were done having kids.

“Babe, I completely forgot, were so used to not even thinking about it, but we don’t have any condoms.”

“Shit! … Well, OK, I’ll let him know to just cum on my tits, ass, face or something because we don’t have any condoms.”

“You’re going to fuck him bareback? Babe, there’s still the risk though even if he doesn’t cum in you. You know that.”

“Yeah. Well, fuck it. We’ll be as safe as we can now and that’s all we can do. Besides, I know your sick twisted ass would probably beat off to the thought of my belly growing a black baby inside of it, with all of our family and friends knowing you had a vasectomy.”

“We would just say we wanted another kid but I already had an operation, so we made a family decision to find a donor.”

“Hahaha. Anyways. We’ll be as safe as we can obviously. I’m really nervous. I haven’t even seen another dick before and here I am about to try a new one while you hide and watch in the closet. Let alone one that looks so big.”

“You’ll be OK.” The doorbell rang. We looked at each other. “This is it.”

“Well, here goes.” With that she turned and left the bedroom to go answer the door while I day in the chair and shut the closet doors, peeking through the wooden slats and staring and my empty bed. Then I heard voices walking closer.

“Do you know when he’s supposed to be home?” As they walked into the room.

“Yeah, not till later tonight. I’m sorry, like I said, I’ve never done this before, I’m really nervous, and I’ve never had any other cock before other than my husband’s.”

“Oh it’s all good. I’ll be gentle. At first. Hahaha” I could see he started to grope and feel her tits over her T-shirt. “Lie down and take off your clothes.” My wife did as instructed and lay down on the bed and opened her legs so I could see her pussy.

Marcus lay in between in her legs with all of his clothes still in, and put his head down between her thighs. He started to lick her.

“Oh fuck that feels good.” Marcus kept licking and fingering her for a eskişehir escort few minutes while I stared at the shoes and back of the jeans Marcus was still wearing. Then, suddenly, Marcus got up and stood on the side of the bed. “You ready for a real cock?”

My wife slid over and sat on the edge of the bed so I could see the side profile of them. “Yeah. Let me see that cock.”

With that, Marcus took his shoes, shirt, and pants off. Marcus stood there in his boxers. Slowly Marcus pulled the front of his boxers down. Then, a MASSIVE black cock flung up from underneath. Holy shit. This thing was the size of a Pringles can.

“Holy fuck! It looked big in the pics you sent me, but I had no idea. This thing is literally like two of my husband’s dicks squeezed together, and then stacked on each other. Your one cock is literally the size of basically four of my husband’s. Two squeezed together, and then another two squeezed together and stacked on top. I don’t know if I can actually take all that. I might tear or rip.”

“You will take it, slowly, then, once you’ve adjusted, you’ll be begging for it and convulsing.”

Condoms, I thought, she never said anything about the condoms.

My wife slowly reached up and grasped this throbbing monster. “Holy shit, I would need like four hands to cover the whole thing. I’m sorry to keep talking about it, but I’m just so used to my husband’s little prick. This is a cock, hahaha and I used to call his a cock.” She started stroking him. “From now on I’m only going to call his a prick. And after we’re done, his little guy will feel like just that, a little prick. Hahaha Man, I’ve been missing out…” My wife started to stroke it faster, and then stuffed the fat head into her mouth. I was amazed it even fit. My wife had barely begun and here I was, already ready to blow just from seeing this and hearing her talk.

She was sucking and stroking him, spitting on his cock, stroking it, sucking harder and faster with such intensity, the likes of which I have never seen. She kept sucking him for what seemed like 3 minutes when Marcus said, “OK, you ready girl?”

My wife stopped, looked up at him and said “fuck yeah, I’m so wet it feels like you already came in me!”

Ummmmm… Shit… I now know she had completely forgotten about the condoms talk, she was so horny and taken back by the size, she forgot. Now she made a comment about “like you already came in me.” Damn it. I really hope she remembers toward the end out finishes him off with a blowjob, or he blows on her stomach or ass or something.

My wife lie on her back and spread her legs, I could clearly see she wasn’t lying. She was so wet it glistened everywhere. Marcus lay on top of her. He slowly started to put that massive cock in her, sliding in the head slowly.

“AHHHHH!! FUCKKKK!! Too big, god damn. Oww.”

“It only hurts at first girl. Just try and relax, I’ll slide it in slowly.”

Marcus slowly stuffed more and more of it inside my wife’s pussy. Fuck this was hot. Finally, I was staring at Marcus’s ass crack clench as he was balls deep, just holding it in there.

“God damn motherfucker, you’re literally pushing my cervix up, oww, goddamn!!”

“Now I’m gonna start going in and out slowly, so your pussy adjusts.”

Marcus slowly started pulling out. Then slowly stuffing back in. In and out. Them Marcus started to go faster.

“Oh fuck baby. God that feels so good. Fuck me with that big black cock. Holy shit, I feel so full. Fuck yeah.” Marcus started pumping harder and faster. Then, my wife suddenly said, “OK, stop.” Marcus immediately stopped. My wife pushed Marcus out of her, and then off of her. “OK, now you lie back. I’m gonna go for a ride in that massive horse dick.” My wife straddled him, and guided his cock into her pussy.

I could not believe how incredibly hot it was to watch this. Watching my wife lean forward while his massive cock disappeared inside my wife. As her pussy rolled up and down, grinding on it, she started riding it faster, bouncing up and down. Really fucking him hard. I was gonna pop.

She stopped again and turned around to face me, staring into the closet slats as she started riding him reverse cowgirl. Fuck yeah.

She rode his cock in and out of her pussy like it was the last duck she would ever have. Her facial expressions were that of pure bliss. “Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum on your big cock, keep fucking me.”

“I’m gonna cum too!”

“Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh, OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“YEAH, me too girl, sakarya escort you ready?”

“Oh fuck yeah baby, cum in my pussy so hard… Please flood me baby…”

With that, she opened her eyes and stared at me again through the slats, and she smiled.

“Fuck yeah give me that black cum.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

His cock was visibly pulsing as it was shooting a massive load into my wife’s pussy.

“Fuck that was incredible.”

“Let’s go to the kitchen and get a drink, I’ll meet you there, I gotta see about something real quick. And don’t put your clothes back on just yet, as I said, we have all day.”

“You got it girl.”

With that, Marcus stood up and walked naked out of our bedroom.

My wife quickly came over and opened the closet doors.

“That was so hot.”

“Oh, you have no idea. But, there is this thing, that I actually love this! I had no idea your little prick was nothing, and I could do so much better and actually feel real pleasure.”

“Babe, the talk about the condoms and cumming straight into you though? His cock was huge and literally prolly shot cum straight into your cervix.”

“And you have no idea how much I meant that I love this. I did NOT forget. I wanted it. And we do have all day. I’m going to go text a few more guys to come over. I want to be surround by black cock. Have myself a little black cock gangbang. And you’re gonna be a good little boy and sit here in the closet all day till I’m done and tell you that you can come out. You saw the first time, I never said you could see all of my times. Besides, all the big dicks won’t fit in our little bedroom. So sit here and Jack off in the closet, thinking about your wife getting fucked by many other black men. Here’s some lube to help you out.” She reached down between her legs, cupped her fingers and scooped some cum from her pussy. She reached over and wiped it on my cock. “There you go little boy. Oh, wait, there’s more… ” She reached back down again and scooped more and more in in hand, reached out with her other hand, and slapped the shit out of my face. “Open your fucking mouth bitch.”

I was so horny I did as I was told. She put all the cum in my mouth. “Now swallow it little boy.” You’ll need the protein, you’re going to be in here all day and might get hungry. So you get a little cum in your belly, and I’ll have a lot in mine. Both swallowed and up in my belly. With that she gave me a menacing smile and shut the closet doors on me, strutting naked out of the bedroom.

I began playing the images and words back in my head like a movie as I furiously jacked off, salty cum starting to make my tongue tingle. I came what felt like a tidal wave and say there breathing heavily trying to recover.

I sat there for hours, hearing distant voices of many different men. It started to get dark when suddenly the closet doors were opened.

My wife stood there naked, covered in cum everywhere, like she just shot a bukkake porno. But she was holding a plate.

“Thanks for making this happen baby and showing me what I’ve been missing out on. They’re all gone now, but I want to tell you all about it. Here, I made you some scrambled eggs. Eat up while I tell you about it. I stood up, took the plate, and sat with my wife on the bed, both naked. I started eating. Holy, shit, these eggs tasted rotten. Damn. Horrible old eggs, but my wife just had the experience of her life, and was eager to talk and didn’t want to spoil the mood, so I just sucked it up and ate them all.”

She told me she texted 20 different black guys that have been sending her pics, thinking if even half of them showed, she’d have at least 10 black cocks to play with. But, THEY All SHOWED UP!!

She went into detail about how she took them in every position, from behind while sucking two in front of her, letting them cum in her, on her, everywhere.

“And then, when they all left, I scraped as much of the cum off me, out of me, off the floor, everywhere I could find it, and scooped it all into a glass bowl. It was a third filled with cum. I took one egg, cracked it, and mixed in some egg white. Went over and got a frying pan, and fried you up a nice little cum omelet, which you devoured.”

I was disgusted and hornier than I have ever been at the same time.

“I’ve had so much cum in me I have no idea who the father might be. Those big black cocks and that much cum flooding into my cervix, its not an ‘if’ at this point. So, you’re gonna be a good little cuck bitch and work extra hard to take care of us, and this beautiful black baby we’re gonna have. More free time for me also to keep enjoying myself for many days to come.”

She stood up and walked out.

I unleashed a black cock monster wife. I didn’t know whether to be scared or happy, or where we go from here…

Either way, we’re in it together and I support her like I said I would.

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