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I have to admit now, I have had a foot fetish for a few years, I started to be attracted to feet when one of my Ex’s and I were laying on the couch together and nobody was home, so she decided to play around a little and rest her feet in my lap, slowly moving them back and forth, it started to make me hard, and I unzipped my pants and she started stroking me with her soft feet, after that I’ve been attracted to women’s feet. So when my current girlfriend asked if I wanted to play with her feet, I asked her why, and she told me because she’s noticed my constant staring at her feet, so I said we would play the next day, and so we did, but it was a little different than I expected…

I woke up, but didn’t open my eyes, I was planning to roll over and go back to sleep, but as I tried to roll over, I noticed I was bound to the bed, my wrists and ankles had been cuffed to the corners of the bed, and I was naked. My eyes snapped open, looking around the room, but I didn’t see anyone, but I could hear talking in güvenilir bahis siteleri the other room, female voices. I decided it was best to stay silent. It would be a little weird if someone walked in.

I heard the door opening, and Tina came in, and she saw that I was awake, coming over to sit on the bed.

“Good morning James.” She said, smiling.

“Tina, untie me, now!” I demanded, but she just giggled, and moved her hand and rested it on my dick, through the blankets.

“What would be the fun in that? You get to play with my feet now” She said, smiling, then she giggled and winked, walking out of the room, and coming back with two other girls, Amber and Paige. I looked at the three of them standing at the end of the bed, and Tina moved, she crawled on to the bed, and started acting really sexy, crawling up the bed, she sat down right on the blanket over my dick, wiggling her ass, my dick started to get hard.

“Why have you got him tied up Tina? I thought you canlı bahis wanted him to have a footjob from us.” Amber said, taking a seat on the bed.

“I don’t really like to inflict pain.” Paige said quietly, also moving to take a seat on the bed.

“Don’t worry girls, it’s just for fun.” She winked, and sat up straight, pulling her top off, leaving her thin bra covering her 36C boobs, she had had big breasts since we met in high school, we were only friends back then, but now we’re together.

Tina gave Amber and Paige a quick look, and they both stripped too, taking off all their clothing, and Tina slowly removed her bra and panties, they all had a hairless pussy, and Tina climbed off the bed, pulling the blankets off of me, all six eyes went straight to my 10 inch dick, Tina sat down between my legs, and Paige and Amber sat next to me on either side.

“Wow… Tina, you’re a lucky girl.” Amber said, giggling and slowly stroking my dick. It twitched, and her fingers wrapped around https://bahissubat.com it, holding it and slowly stroking it, her hand was so soft, and I started to get hard, when I was fully erect, she let go, and Tina handed her and Paige a pair of stockings, and they put them on.

I felt something on my balls, kind of tickling, and I looked down, Tina was slowly stroking a feather on my balls, and she handed one to Amber, and another to Paige. I started pulling on the cuffs, trying to escape, I was crazy ticklish on my dick and balls. Paige straddled my waist, her soft hand wrapped around my dick, holding it in place, she started to tickle me, the base of my cock, up to the top, and back down. Amber forgot about the feather, she crawled up the bed, and lowered herself down on my face, her hot pussy on my lips, I started licking her, and she moaned, she tasted so good, but my cock was tickling like crazy, and I was struggling, this torture went on for about 20 minutes, Amber came twice, and got off my face and started tickling my cock and balls, they finally stopped after 20 minutes, I had almost gone insane.

“Okay girls, I think he’s had enough tickling… For now.” Tina giggled, and her feet found my cock, as did Amber and Paige, slowly stroking.

To Be Continued…

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“Vivian… I think we’ve reached a stage of our relationship where I have to be honest with you and tell you the whole truth.”

Vivian stopped in mid-sip and placed her cola back on the disturbingly sticky McDonald’s tabletop. If Sam were any normal guy, like her ex-boyfriends, she could expect to be hearing right now that he was in reality, a Mormon/Jew/Satanist and that she’d have to convert to his religion before their relationship could go further. And then she’d lament and resign herself to missing the overly-frequent fumbling around in elevators and trams, not to mention faking 2 orgasms per week. But Sam wasn’t really like the kind of boyfriend she was used to having. He’d never progressed beyond holding her hand embarrassedly and he didn’t seem like he was ever going to get past first base… but you never know, she told herself. Given everything else that she’d experienced with this relationship, she decided it would be pointless to try to figure out what new surprise lay in wait for her and that she’d just open her mind to it instead.

“Well… I’m sure it’s not about you seeing another girl or your being a member of a UFO cult… so just say it…”

Sam seemed to pause a moment at the mention of the UFO cult. “Well… I’m not a member of a UFO cult, if you ever suspected that might be the case.” He gulped uncomfortably. “B-but if I tell you this, I might as well be…” He paused again, seemingly unsure of himself. “But I did say I wanted to be honest with you, so here goes.” He took a deep breath. “You know already that I’m online a lot, right?”

Vivian nodded. “Those stacks of CDs lying about your room are a dead giveaway. What about it? I know plenty of jocks who hide the fact that they’re blog junkies, for example…”

“Well, you see, those CDs aren’t music…”

Vivian paused confusedly. They certainly didn’t look like pornography, from the careful labels she had seen on them and the impossible number of episodes they seemed to have… 26 sequels to a porn film would probably exhaust all the positions in the Karma Sutra even.

“I’m not sure I understand, but go on…”

Sam gulped. “Try not to look like me as if I’m an alien once I’ve told you this…” He glanced nervously at Vivian, his hands wrung together and his always half-focused eyes looking at her, sitting opposite him twirling the straw around her fingers. “I’m sort of an… anime addict. D… Does that say anything to you?”

She searched her memory and recalled some of the films he took her to were described as such… but to her they were just beautifully animated films with interesting stories. Far better than the teen slasher flicks her other boyfriends took her too, at any rate.

“Vaguely, perhaps…”

“Vivian… I guess you don’t really know what I could be like then. I’d like for us to not meet for a week… and in the meantime you can do a little research and find out more about my… hobby… And if after that you still want to see me, we’ll meet here again next week, okay?”

That was a week ago. Vivian clicked her shoes rhythmically on the pavement, walking towards the meeting point, wondering if it was the right thing she was doing. She had heard of some weird, perverse sickos on campus being anime fans, and of the strange “games” they would play… but in her heart, something told her that Sam wasn’t that kind of guy. After all, from the weeks she had spent together with him, she knew that he was an introspective guy, perhaps slightly uncomfortable being around people, but he had this empathy that was missing from the relationships that had failed for her, and she just couldn’t imagine the somewhat nerdish Sam doing anything perverted to her.

Then again, she told herself, you never know.

Sam was, as usual, already there. She liked his punctuality, as she was a particular person herself. Maybe that was what she liked about him. He always paid attention to the little details, to the little hints women drop and men ignore. He made a genuine effort to notice her, and she felt special when she was with him.

“You… you came.”

“That’s not a bad thing, is it? Or do you have so little faith in me that you weren’t expecting me?”

“No, no… it’s just that… most people have a problem accepting the truth about me.”

“You don’t do anything horrible in your free time, Sam.” Vivian hoped that he wasn’t one of those perverse ones, breathed deeply and went on. “I find your hobby can be pretty interesting, actually… even if I don’t know much about it.”

Sam seemed very relieved to hear what she just said, and leaned forward closer to her. “Well… if you have the time and interest, I can always show you more… those films you saw with me were some examples…”

“I found them nice. I’d certainly like to see more of those… slowly, maybe – not too much too fast.”

“I… I have a special request to make of you. Would you come back to my place with me…” He glanced at her, nervous again. His hands escort fulya were moving around deftly, his fingers twining about each other. “I promise you I won’t do anything that would hurt you.”

His eyes looked so pleading and innocent that Vivian didn’t quite have the heart to refuse. She was feeling a twinge of fear, but maybe it was just excitement and her racing heart was just confusing her mind. At any rate, she felt compelled to go, some sort of perhaps morbid curiosity driving her to find out just what he wanted of her. If it was really just sex, she could always leave… But she hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

****

It wasn’t a long walk to his apartment, Vivian noted to herself – which might explain why he was always punctual. She was standing in front of his door now, and it looked as nondescript as Sam. It was just any other apartment where an average college student lived in, from the outside. With one smooth motion he inserted the key into the doorknob, unlocked it with a twist of the wrist and pushed the door inward gently. He looked at Vivian who seemed to be reconsidering at the prospect of actually stepping in – she had stood at his door many times now, but this would be a big step she’d be taking here.

“Erm, if you don’t mind, could you take your sandals off before stepping in? Your feet might feel a little cold at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

Vivian looked down at the floor absent-mindedly and noticed for the first time that the floor was not the usual wood, but rather set with stone tiles that seemed smooth but not slippery. She slipped her feet out of her sandals gracefully and handed them to Sam, who placed them on a well-ordered shoe rack next to the door.

“This is it,” Vivian thought to herself, “can’t get cold feet now!” she chuckled inwardly, trying her best to stop being edgy and nervous.

“I tried to clean the place up a bit, but as you can see one can’t really say I succeeded. I’m just not much of a neat guy, I guess.”

“That’s okay, Sam; you know I’m not exactly a neat freak.”

“But… well, I thought you’d be the kind of person who’d notice something like that and care about it.”

“Actually, I’m the kind of person who’s grown used to noticing things and glossing them over as being unimportant. Bad habit probably – I blame my loutish ex-boyfriends for desensitising me. But back to the important question: What exactly do you want from me?”

Vivian sat down on Sam’s bed, dragging her toes along the floor playfully. She had expected the floor to be cold and unforgiving, like those she had grown to know in the ballet classes in her childhood, but they were surprisingly warm and the very slightly rough texture caressed her feet. It was a nice sort of floor – the kind that gives you feedback, not like the cold, hard, exacting waxed wooden floors she was used to. “Kind of like how Sam is compared to my other boyfriends,” she thought to herself.

She looked around and noticed that other than the countless CDs lying around stacked semi-neatly in the room, Sam had some unusual posters on his walls that she had never noticed before. Suddenly she realised that he had always opened the door in such a way that she would never see them from the outside, as if he was embarrassed by them. But to Vivian, they were enchanting. The outfits on the anime characters were flowing and naughty in their own way, but never blatant in their eroticism. And they had such innocent faces too…

“I hope the wallscrolls aren’t disturbing you – I think some girls find it strange for men to like such strange things.” Sam was looking through a large cupboard at the end of the room, his back turned to her. Vivian noticed that he had a full-length mirror – a very rare item to find in a man’s room.

Finally, Sam turned around. He had a roll of measuring tape in one hand, the kind a dressmaker would use, and he held up a dress that superficially resembled what might be a schoolgirl’s uniform in some anime that he watched. Vivian had seen such uniforms before while doing her “research” and knew that it was one of the common “obsessions” associated with anime fans. She wondered what he wanted her to do now… it didn’t seem to be her size; did he want her to put it on or something?

“I told you I’m an anime fan, but that’s only half the truth.” Sam’s shoulders sunk slightly and he went on. “I also make cosplay costumes for other fans.”

“You mean… you can sew? And you make costumes?”

“Yes, if you look closely at my desk, there are some pictures I’ve taken with my creations.” Sam glanced over and noticed belatedly that they were mostly with girls. He blushed and Vivian noticed that he was a little embarrassed about it. But she found herself fascinated by the costumes. They were all very professionally made, and they looked like very good copies to her – not that I know what they’re supposed to be, she told herself. She turned back to Sam, who was gulping.

“It’s escort bebek a pastime I enjoy. I like making costumes, and other people like wearing them. I’m happy and they’re happy. I don’t like dressing up myself, but I like dressing other people up.”

“Who are those girls?”

“Other fans. I meet them at the conventions I go to. Sometimes when they want a costume of a character that I happen to want to make, they commission me for it.”

Vivian felt a little surprised at learning of Sam’s secret social life, and a little bewildered at the sheer number of girls he must have met by now. Suddenly the question “Why me?” was starting to materialize in her head.

“I… when I first saw you, I thought of the perfect costume for you. I just couldn’t think of anything else except to dress you up…” Sam looked at her earnestly. “I hope you don’t think I’m a pervert now.”

“I… I’m just trying to take it all in, Sam. But go on, what is this request?”

“I want to make you a costume. A very special one. Will you wear it for me? That’s all I ask of you.”

“It’s not that one you’re holding, is it?”

“No, no, this one is just an example. I’d have to take your measurements to make one that falls well.”

“Well… I don’t see anything wrong with that. Compared to my ex who wanted me to stick a cucumber up my ass, I don’t think you could ask me to do anything *too* weird…”

Sam flinched. He seemed to have imagined the pain Vivian would’ve felt had she tried that.

“And no… I dumped him. Cucumbers belong in salad, not in bodily orifices.”

Vivian felt sort of relieved that he didn’t want anything kinky out of her, and that he really seemed as innocent as he looked. Sam was putting the costume back into his cupboard, but he still had the tape in his hand.

“Could you stand up a moment so that I can measure you?”

Vivian stood up and laughed a little laugh of relief. “I’ve never been measured by a guy before… not even by my crazy scientist boyfriend.”

“Try to relax; I’ll be careful not to do anything embarrassing.”

Sam unwound the measuring tape and in an instant he was behind her and the tape around her waist. He moved quickly, and the tape was brushing all over against her clothes, leaving a soft tingle where it had slid past, on her arms, against the back of her jeans, at the shoulders and against the nape of her neck. “Do you always do this?” she asked.

Sam paused for a moment and answered, unsure what she thought of it. “Yes, if you want a good fit you always have to be precise.” His hands went back into motion and Vivian felt as if two spiders were crawling on her clothes; only it didn’t disturb her at all.

Sam seemed to have paused again, but Vivian could still feel his breath on her back. “This could be a little uncomfortable, but please bear with it for a moment… could you lift your arms up a bit?”

Vivian felt a little uncertain, but Sam’s reassuring voice had already told her that he meant no harm, and she complied, lifting her arms away from her body. She heard Sam coming closer from behind her, and all at once the tape had been stretched across her chest with one of his hands and his other hand reached from behind her, enclosing her in something like a wide embrace. She could feel the gentle tension of the tape against her breasts, Sam’s hands holding it together with a practiced tenderness so as to not make the girl uncomfortable. As quickly as the tape had been drawn across her petite bosom, it was pulled back and away with that gentle flair that Sam had in all his mannerisms. Vivian felt her back tense, and there was a subtle electricity on her skin from all the caressing touches the measuring tape had made. Sam was scribbling down something and she heard him approach again from behind.

“I’m sorry, I think I messed it up that time… I’ll have to take it again.” He seemed sheepish, and Vivian wondered if he could have really messed it up, given the experience he seemed to exhibit. “Fine, go ahead,” she said, with a wink to herself.

Sam stretched out his arms under her lifted arms, the tape in one hand. But as he moved over with one hand to reach across her chest, Vivian caught his hands and placed them on her chest gently.

Sam gasped soundlessly behind her. His hands were wavering now, like how they did whenever she noticed him nervous. Slowly, she pulled him closer to her until his chest was against her back. “If you really want to touch them, all you have to do is ask, Sam… I’m not sure if you want me the way I want you, but you’re a guy and I’m a girl and there’s certain things we do…”

Sam’s face rested against her neck from the back, his curly hair tickling her exposed neck and brushing her own short, cropped hair. “Not yet, Vivian, not yet…” To her surprise (or maybe a tinge of disappointment), the expected erection pressing into her rear end was absent. Sam kissed her between her shoulder escort cihangir blades and pushed her away gently. “Come back next week when it’s done…”

Vivian turned around and looked at him, confused by his behaviour. Had she come on a bit too strong?

“I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you… but please, come back next week… and things will be different. I promise.”

Vivian nodded soundlessly and picked her sandals up from the shoe rack, dropped them onto the floor lightly and slipped into them, the muscles in her feet tensed like the rest of her body. She bent down to massage her feet for a while so that she wouldn’t get a cramp and left for home to calm herself down.

****

The day had come at last. Vivian had not seen much of Sam at the college in the past week, but from all accounts he was going to his classes as usual. She wondered how much work went into one of his creations, given his attention to detail. “Well,” she said to herself, “I’m about to find out.” She took a deep breath and knocked on his door.

She heard a click from inside, and the door opened. Sam stood at the door, and she could see that he had laid out what looked to be a short red dress on his bed. “I’ll be outside until you’ve changed; open the door when you’re done?”

Vivian nodded and unhooked her sandals off her feet, placed them on the shoe rack, and stepped in, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the bed and examined the dress. It had a rich, velvety look one would associate with a heavy material, but when she picked it up it felt very light and soft to the touch. She turned it around and found a zip hidden in the back running down to the waist of the dress. Holding it up in front of herself at the mirror, she found that it would come down to slightly above the knee. Now she understood why he had such a mirror. She turned away from the mirror and took her clothes off and put on the dress.

A few moments later, she opened the door. Sam was leaning against a railing, his eyes looking away into the distance. Vivian tapped him on his shoulder.

Slowly, Sam turned around, as if mustering the strength to look at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “It’s wonderful, Sam. I love it. I’m proud to be wearing this.” She hugged him, her warmth all over him. Slowly, she felt his arousal rising. She had been worried the last time that he did not find her attractive, but those worries were gone now. She pulled him back into the apartment and he closed the door with a quick flick of his ankle and twist of the key.

Vivian lay on the bed. It wasn’t the first time she had lain in the bed of a man, but she had never felt so nervous before. Her head was swimming with ideas of what he would do to her, of how he would undress her and inspect every inch of her body. The dress was not helping. The soft material had fallen between her thighs and was rubbing there softly, and she could feel it too on the parts of her breasts her bra left exposed. Sam seemed to be taking forever, standing only a few feet away from the bed. How she wished he would just come and take her now.

She felt his hands on the hem, lifting the dress slowly until her legs were completely exposed. Vivian felt thankful now she had put on her favourite panties, but unfortunately they were going to end up soaked now, she thought to herself, especially if he doesn’t hurry up. Sam was nuzzling gently against her thighs, like a puppy would rub against its mother. He looked up at her and she nodded to the unasked question.

Sam removed his glasses and put them on the table next to the bed. His hands took hold of the band of her panties, and his fingers slipped under the band. Vivian felt tense in anticipation.

“Relax… I hate it when you’re all tensed up like that,” said Sam dolefully. He looked at her and she could see the tears forming in his eyes. “Do you know what drew me to you when I met you? It was the innocence in those eyes, the innocence of someone who knows of pleasure unburdened by guilt.”

“But… you know I’m not innocent. Not when it comes to this.”

“But you are… you just don’t realise it yourself. Whenever you’re not thinking too hard, trying to punish yourself for what you’ve done in the past, you revert to the girl I fell in love with.”

Vivian looked up at all the posters on the walls around her, at the expressions on the girls’ faces. She thought she had lost the ability to look like that, but as Sam was telling her, she had only forgotten how to be happy and naïve. It wasn’t a sin to make love and enjoy it, she told herself reassuringly. “It’s a sin not to enjoy it.”

“Now… relax, and don’t be embarrassed, because I can’t see quite so well without my glasses.”

Vivian found herself laughing, at herself perhaps for being silly and overthinking herself into unhappiness. “Look what’s happened – now this has become a scene out of one of those hentai games where the protagonist sees a blurred bit between the girl’s legs!”

Sam smiled and pulled her panties down, dropping them on the floor. He reached between her legs, spreading them slightly, planting kisses there in the heart of her tenderness. Vivian could hardly control herself now, and she was shifting about, the dress rubbing against her skin, arousing her even more.

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After our threesome escapade and you thoroughly torturing me (letting me think you would fuck another woman in our bed), I thought that my transgressions were forgiven. You had other plans . . .

I got home from work completely exhausted. It had been a long day and I hadn’t had much sleep the night before because I had spent much of it sucking on the pussy of a stranger while you fucked me from behind. I went to the bedroom to strip the sheets off of the mattress to throw into the wash, and started to undress. I had a meeting with an important male client that day, and had worn my pencil skirt and a cleverly placed corset top underneath a button down that had a rather plunging neckline. The man spent to whole time staring at my chest, subtly licking his lips. Needless to say he signed with our company right away. I stepped out of my black stilettos, and pulled off the button down just as you stepped out of the shower.

You wrapped a towel around your hips as you surveyed my curves.

“Hi, baby.” I said, hoping all was forgiven.

You walked over to me and laughed a bit maniacally. You circled me like I was prey, and ran you hand across the top of the corset, grazing by breasts with your fingers. You stopped behind me and kissed my neck, and bit my escort feriköy ear.

As I purred at your kisses you whispered in my ear, “you didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you?”

You gave me a quiet “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” as you slapped my ass….hard.

“Oh no, baby. You’re still not forgiven. You have to be punished, don’t you?”

I nodded, knowing that tonight would be another long one.

You kissed me all over as I nodded, and called me a good girl. It made wet just hearing those words. You picked me up with ease and threw me onto the bed. You began to unzip my skirt slowly, as you nibbled my ear. You slipped off my skirt to reveal a black lace garter belt, black garters, black lace thigh high stockings, and no panties. You looked up, and smirked at me, knowing that I had intentionally avoided underwear. You gripped the corset, and slid down until your tongue was on my pussy. I was already soaked just from your teasing, and you took the opportunity to gently insert your fingers into me. Slowly spreading them apart to stretch me out. At this I moaned out loud, you know how much I loved the feeling of being stretched around you. You kept your fingers spread inside my pussy, and parted my lips with escort gülbağ your other hand. I opened my legs, unable to resist the ecstasy from my stretched pussy and your tongue beginning to lick at my clit. As your tongue lapped at my cunt, you flipped your hand up, and began rubbing my g-spot.

“Oh fuck”, I moaned, and ran my fingers through your hair.

“Mmm, good girl. Cum on my face, baby.”

You could feel my pussy gripping your fingers tighter, and you knew I was close. You probed your tongue deep into my pussy, tasting all of my juices, licking my g-spot. I can’t hold back any longer, and you press down on my pelvis as my orgasm ripped through my body. My back arched and I shutter in pleasure.

Immediately you are on top on me, on the bare mattress, with your towel stripped away. You ram you hard cock in me, and started fucking me as my orgasm winds down. You flip me over and untie my corset while fucking me from behind. You pull it off and grip my tits hard. I’m wearing nothing but the garters and stockings as you start to spank me.

“You’re a bad girl aren’t you?”

I grunt my agreement as your cock slams into my pussy again.

“You want to be my good girl again, don’t you?”

I’m escort kağıthane so close to cumming again that I nearly scream my answer, “Yes!”

“You’re going to do whatever I tell you?”

Another hard spank hit my ass cheek, and I know it’s left a sexy red print.

“Yes, baby. Please, make me your good girl.”

“Tell me why you are in trouble?”

I hesitate, not wanting to reopen newly healed wounds in our relationship but you grab a handful of my ass and fuck me faster.

I moan and whimper, and whine my answer, “because I fucked your brother.”

“Mmhmm,” you fuck me hard and fast and you can feel my pussy gripping your thick cock again. You lean forward and whisper in my ear.

“You liked fucking him so much, youre gonna fuck him again, but this time, I get to watch…. Understood?”

“Yes!”

I scream out as I cum hard on your cock, you hold on to me, tight as my body convulses in waves of pleasure. When they subside a bit you start slamming into me again.

You tell me to turn around, and open my mouth.

You plunge you cock in my throat and pull it out as I start to suck off my cum. You hold my hair as my head bobs up and down on your pulsing cock. I start to massage your balls,and I can feel them tighten as your salty cum hits my tongue. I swallow all of it.

“You’re fucking my brother tonight. He’ll be here in an hour.”

“Should I shower?”

You smirked, and shook your head “no”, before you flopped down next to me.

We may as well get a cat nap before this long night, right?

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This story contains graphic depictions of male bi-sexuality. If this bothers you, don’t read this story.

I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was just before the holidays. My wife Brooke and I were supposed to have a party later that week.

She gave me a list of things she needed that were too heavy for her to lift.

“I’m leaving now sweetie,” I yelled into the living room. Apparently, it fell on deaf ears.

She had a few girlfriends over the house to help plan the event, as they called it and they were all getting pretty loose drinking some wine.

Finally, I heard her respond.

I went out the back door and got in the truck. Just then, I realized that I forgot the list on the counter. So I ran back inside. I was quiet so as not to bother them.

I grabbed the paper and turned to leave but I heard them giggling and laughing. I peaked in and saw Brooke blushing. I wondered what they had been talking about. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere now.

Brooke said, “You really like the way that stuff tastes?”

Her girlfriend, Linda, chuckled and then said, “I love it. I love the whole experience. Cum by itself is just hot, sticky glue. But when I lay Craig out on the bed and lick up the sides of his cock till he begs me to put him in my mouth. That makes me love the taste. It’s the taste of a man.”

I began to get a hard on that could rip my jeans. I wanted to hear some more and judging from the girl’s reactions, they wanted to hear some more too.

Her other friend Toni said, “Why did you stop? Keep going. I might just have to rape poor Steve when I get home”.

Steve was her husband and he was certainly a very lucky man if she intended to rape him later.

Toni was a tall statuesque brunette with long straight hair down to her waist. She worked out and ran to stay in shape and it certainly worked.

Brooke insisted that she continue on with her story.

“Well, since you all are so interested in my sex life, it’s the least I can do,” she said.

I knew I was out of sight, so I opened the zipper on my jeans and pulled out my stiff cock. I began to stroke it as Linda began to tell her tale again.

“Well, after I get him all wet with my tongue I begin to suck on just the head of his cock. I know he wants me take him in deeper, but that’s part of the fantasy for me. I know that I’m in complete control.

I suck and chew on just the head. I feel it pulsating with each beat of his heart. It’s so hot and rubbery. I wrap my hand around the shaft and begin to lightly stroke it now. That usually puts him into frenzy. I know this by the little shots of pre-cum he begins to shoot across my tongue.”

Brooke interrupted Linda and said, “That’s when I usually chicken out and tell him to fuck me. You know, when I begin to taste it.”

She was telling the truth. She was great at giving head, but she never would let me finish in her mouth. It was always just for foreplay.

Linda asked Brooke, “You mean you never let him cum in your mouth? That’s not fair. Doesn’t he take you across the finish line when he goes down on you?”

I was in luck. The girls were taking up for me.

Brooke replied, “I never thought of that. But he never complains about it. Besides, I think he likes eating my pussy as much as I like him doing it for me. Sometimes he begs to do it and says he wants nothing else.”

Now it was my turn to blush. She was right though. Eating her equisite pussy was always a favorite of mine.

“Send him my way,” Toni aid.

“Then mine,” Linda said too.

Brooke smirked and said, “Why don’t I just have him eat everyone’s pussy when he gets back?”

The girls said in unison, “Okay!”

I would have shot my load if it was true but I knew they were all just kidding.

“Well listen, if he loves eating you so much, make him eat you after you two have sex. If he can do that, then you don’t have an excuse not to swallow anymore, do you?” Linda said.

Toni piped up when she heard that. “Eww! Now that’s disgusting. I have to be clean when Steve eats me out. Besides, what guy would want to eat you after they just came inside you?”

Linda said, “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Besides, guys like to get nasty. They don’t always want a pussy to be squeaky clean.”

Toni countered with, “Squeaky clean is one thing but with all that stuff dripping out of you? No way would he go for that.”

Brooke said, “Well, there’s no way he would do it knowingly; although there was this one time a long time ago…”

Toni said, “What happened?”

I was wondering the same thing.

Brooke continued, “Well, let’s just say that he surprised me a long time ago, before we were seriously dating.”

Toni said, “Don’t leave us hanging, what happened? How did he surprise you?”

“Well, my old boyfriend stopped by and said he was leaving for the West Coast and would be out of my life forever. One thing led to another and we did it one last time for old time’s sake, or maybe it was twice.”

Toni said, escort şişli “You little tramp!”

Brooke blushed and giggled a little.

“We fucked for almost an hour and he came like a horse both times. I felt so warm and soupy inside. Then just about the time he left, you know who showed up. I’m surprised they didn’t bump into one another.”

“Then what happened?” Linda begged her to tell.

“When I answered the door, I was wearing just some lingerie. His jaw almost hit the ground and as we spoke, I caught him staring at my bare feet.

I invited him in and we sat on the couch. He asked if he could massage my feet. I wasn’t one to refuse a foot rub. So he began massaging them for me. I felt his cock getting hard in his jeans and then, before I had a chance to clean up, one thing led to another again.

He was so horny and I told you before, he loves to eat pussy. Well, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I told him that I couldn’t have sex with him to try and put him off but he said all he wanted to do was eat me and make me feel good.”

My stomach got queasy. I remembered when she was talking about.

“He won me over with that. My ex never ate pussy very well and it’s always been my favorite.”

Both girls said, “Me too!”

“So he got down on the floor in front of me while I was still sitting on the couch and spread my legs,” Brooke said.

“You mean he couldn’t tell? Your panties must have been wet unless you used a condom?” Linda asked.

“No, we didn’t use a condom, my ex hated them. I was absolutely full of cum but he didn’t seem to mind or notice. I don’t know which. In fact, all he kept saying, over and over, was how wet and sweet I tasted,” Brooke said.

“Eww, weren’t you grossed out by what he was doing? And why did he like it so much? You realize that your husband thinks male sperm tastes sweet,” Toni said.

She was right. That was the best tasting her pussy has ever been.

“I was nervous about what he might say if he figured it out at first but what can I say. He was eating my pussy so well. How does a girl complain about that? As far as him liking the taste? I couldn’t tell you and I really didn’t care,” Brooke said.

Linda said, “You’d be surprised what men will do when they haven’t had sex for a while. He probably hadn’t had sex with you yet. Am I right? It also sounds like he has a foot fetish, too. There are a lot of guys that like feet. Put him off for a few days and get him really horny during the wait. He’ll do anything; even eat you after sex again.”

“You know, you’re right. We hadn’t done it yet. But that changed on our next date. I knew he was the one.”

“I would have felt weird having someone suck me out after sex. It wasn’t even his own cum he was sucking from you, it was a total stranger to him,” Toni said.

“No, he knew who he was,” Brooke replied.

“He knew him real well after that night. Probably as well as you. I doubt he ever intended to drink the guy’s sperm,” Toni said and began to laugh.

Linda and Brooke began to laugh too. I began to feel humiliated but then Brooke calmed down and said something almost spiritual.

“It felt kind of natural, not at all weird, just a natural progression of our relationship. He sucked him out of my life.

Ever since then I’ve always wanted him to suck me clean again, only with his cum in me this time. Although, it was kinky knowing he was sucking my ex’s spunk out of me. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to figure out how to ask him.”

I thought to myself that the only way I was doing it again was if she was going to begin swallowing for me. I could take one for the team. How bad could it be? I unknowingly enjoyed it the last time.

So I had an idea. If Brooke was going to go along with Linda’s idea, I knew that I wouldn’t be getting any from her for at least a few days. I figured I could jack off and maybe taste a little on my finger to see if I could really do it.

“Well, tell me how to get him to do it?” Brooke asked.

Toni said, “Why don’t you just ask him to do it?”

“Yeah, sure,” Brooke said.

“No, just listen up.” Linda said

As Linda began to tell the girls about how to suck a guy till he’ll do anything, I began to stroke my meat again. I looked on the counter and there was a glass with soda in it. I figured I would cum in there when the time came.

“Well, back to the BJ. Soon, he’s begging me to suck him deep in my mouth. I remove my hand and begin sucking him as deep as I can. With my hand free, I can massage his balls. They are so swollen with cum by now that he begins moaning when I begin to caress them. A few minutes of this is usually all he can take. Then I feel his balls begin to tighten against his body.”

Brooke was licking her lips as well as Toni. They wanted to know if that’s when she swallows. “No, I hear him moaning to me that he’s going to cum and that’s when you have to make a decision. Are you going to let him cum and if yes, how?

I usually choose to tease escort taksim him some more. I stop and squeeze his cock real hard. He usually objects and begs me to let him cum. Depending on how desperate he sounds, I might do this two more times. This will build up the volume of his semen.”

Toni said to her, “That’s mean. Not only are you a cum-sucker but a cock tease as well.”

Brooke said, “I think i’ll tease him more than that.”

My nuts began churning when I heard that. That was a fantasy of mine.

“Then finally, after teasing him some more I finally relent and begin sucking him as hard as possible. I feel him begin to shake and then his cock swells to the biggest it can be. My mouth is watering now. I can’t wait to taste him.

He begins to shake and claw the sheets. I can feel the veins on his cock pounding. Then he yells that he’s cumming”.

I was at my breaking point and reached for glass. I put it in front of my cock and began to jerk myself off as fast as I could. My sperm welled up into my cock. I was staring at Linda as my cum shot into the cup.

It felt like I filled it up. When I looked down, I could see how much I had shot into it.The whole top was covered.

I could still hear Linda talking about how she would save it all in her mouth and show it to him before she swallowed t all. I put the glass down and zipped myself up.

When I heard one of them say they needed a drink from the kitchen. I made a hasty exit. When I got to the truck, I realized that the keys were on the counter. So I went around to the front door this time.

When I walked in they all looked a little flushed. Toni was handing Brooke a glass and Linda was smiling.

Brooke said, “Good you’re back.”

I replied, “No I left the keys on the counter. I was talking to the neighbor outside.”

Then I told them that they all look buzzed.

“What are you guys drinking?” I asked.

I wondered if they were picturing me sucking their friends used pussy and drinking some guys cum from it. My mouth got dry so I instinctively grabbed Brookes wine glass and downed it. As soon as I swallowed it, I knew something was wrong because it was warm and thick.

“You ass-hole, that was all the soda that was left. Could you at least pick up some more when you’re out now? We finished it all up and I was so thirsty that I had to pour what was left from that glass in the kitchen into my wine glass.”

It dawned on me what glass she was talking about. I looked in the bottom of the wine glass and saw some milky colored residue in there. I realized that I just swallowed my own cum.

“What’s wrong? You have a funny look on your face?”

I realized that just made two loads of cum that I’ve swallowed now in my life (mine and her ex’s). That’s probably more cum than her friend Toni’s ever swallowed but being a guy, it didn’t seem like anything to be proud of.

Brooke said, “Never mind, just give me a kiss and then hurry back.”

She must have been still excited from Linda’s tale and a little tipsy too. I say this because she kissed me and thrust her tongue in my mouth.

It was a really hot kiss and when she broke it off, she was the one wearing the funny look now.

I said goodbye and could see her trying to figure out what the taste in her mouth was. I hurriedly shut the door.

As I ran my errands, I wondered how many guys had ever done what I did, either by accident or on purpose. All I knew was my prick felt good and to tell you the truth, the cum wasn’t all that bad.

When I got home, the girls were gone. I used this to my advantage. I asked her if she wanted to fool around, knowing full well the plan she for me.

She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. She lied me down and began to undress me. Although I had cum an hour or so ago, I was already getting hard again.

When she removed my boxers, my cock was finally free. I could tell she was really horny by the way she examined it. The same way a starving person would look at a piece of meat. In this case, Tube steak.

“I’m going to suck you like never before.”

She said this to me and then began licking the sides of my cock. This felt so good but then she switched to sucking just the head and lightly stroking me.

I realized that she was doing what Linda had told them to do.

When she began sucking and massaging my balls, I was thankful that I had cum earlier. I was able to show some staying power. Even she noticed this and as if it was now a challenge, she began to suck me even harder.

I began to breathe harder and tremble; so much for my staying power. This is where Brooke usually stops and climbs on top but she kept on going.

I was past the point of no return. She was sucking the very life out of me and apparently was finally going to let me cum in her wondrous mouth.

I began to thrust my hips when suddenly she removed her mouth and squeezed my cock very hard. I was in a state of shock and disbelief. I had forgotten escort mecidiyeköy about her plan.

“No, let me cum!” I yelled.

She just looked at me and said, “In good time.”

When she was sure the moment had passed and my orgasm had subsided, she began sucking me again. She did this three more times until I was nearly insane.

After the last time, she explained her actions to me. I had thought how smart I was for cumming earlier but I was wrong. Women understand these things better. We men cannot resist them. That is the natural order of things.

“I want to try something. I thought that we could hold off on screwing for a few days. If you can last, I’ll swallow your cum.”

I was desperate to cum but wanted her to swallow it too. I knew if I refused her request, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

“I agree but what do I have to do,” I said weakly.

“All in good time, now use your tongue on me, I want to cum,” she said.

“But I thought you said we would hold off for a few days?” I said.

“Not me, you were going to hold off for a few days. Now suck me if you want too. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said in a deep and sexy voice.

She got out of her clothes and lay back on the bed. She must have thought how weak I was. She had me agree to go without intercourse for a few days. This even came after she sucked me into oblivion and denied my orgasm three times.

There was no way I was going to make her cum after the way she just teased me.

She gave me a come hither look and crooked her finger to beckon me. Her pussy was glistening. I tried to stay strong and resist her but then she slipped a finger in her pussy and started to move it around. Then she withdrew her finger. It was shimmering with her juices. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean.

Then she said, “Well, if you don’t want to…” and started to get up.

“No! Stay there. Please let me eat you,” I yelled. I betrayed even myself.

I dove between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet and she smelled intoxicating. I drove my tongue into her folds and she thrust her hips upward. Finally, she reached behind my head with one hand and drove my mouth to her clit.

She began laughing and I heard her mumble something unintelligible. I sucked her pussy the way I wished she would suck me right now.

“Put your finger in me now,” she cooed.

Her pussy was so warm and wet. My finger penetrated her effortlessly. Slowly she snaked her other hand down to hold her pussy lips open for me.

She got wetter and wetter with each thrust of my finger. Now there was a constant flow of her juices running into my waiting mouth. Her breathing became ragged and I knew she was getting real close. I increased the action of my tongue and then she cried out.

“That’s it, I’m cumming!!! Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t……oh……fuckkkkkk!!!!!”

She grabbed my head with both hands and held my mouth tight to her pussy. I couldn’t breathe but I would never complain. Her pussy was like air for me. Both were essential for my survival.

I drank the cum that came from her beautiful cunt and then switched back to her clit. The walls of her pussy gripped my finger with each contraction. Moments later she was still.

“Oh fuck you do that so good and I was so horny, thank you sweetie.”

Then she bounced out of the bed and put her clothes back on.

“I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said giggling as she left.

My cock was throbbing and I contemplated jerking off and calling it quits to her idea. But I thought better of it and somehow got up and got dressed too.

We went on with the rest of our day. I was horny as hell and I thought that this week was going to be hell. My plan was to avoid her in the bedroom. You know, “out of sight and out of mind”. She had other ideas.

Her teasing was relentless. Each night she would go to bed naked and freshly showered. Then she would snuggle close to me and begin to lick my earlobe and rub my chest.

Then finally, when she knew I was unable to resist her charms, she would ask me to eat her pussy.

“Please do it for me. You always complain I never let you do it enough and that’s changing today,” she said.

She decides to make her pussy an all you can eat banquet after I agree to not having sex for a few days. I felt like an idiot.

Still, being a guy, I couldn’t resist her request. “Okay,” I said weakly. I knew I was a broken man. I wanted to fuck her so bad.

“Say it. Beg me to do it,” she said, taking control of the situation.

“I beg of you, let me eat your pussy and make you cum,” I said, feeling humiliated.

“Well, that’s more like it. But first you have to prove to me you really want to eat me. Why don’t you kiss my feet first. The girls said that some guys are into feet. I hope you are too because I painted my toes for you this morning,” she said with a silly grin on her face.

She lay back on the bed and lifted her legs up in the air. She was a thing to behold; her long legs, her breasts, her flat stomach was a work of art.

I scooted on my knees towards her and between her legs. I sat up and she gently rested her legs against my chest.

“Here you go,” she said as she bent her left leg at the knee and put the sole of her foot against my face.

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Welcome to the world of Black Cuckold Couples, my name is Kia Haywood-Albright and I’ll be your guide. When you think of cuckolding, I bet you automatically envision a White couple, a Black guy with a big dick and a scenario involving the Black dude fucking the White chick while her White hubby watched the whole thing unfold. Well, it’s not always that way. Trust me on this one. First of all, cuckolding isn’t just for White couples. Lots of Black couples are into it, we just don’t advertise it as much.

I bet I’ve got your attention now, ladies and gentlemen. Let me tell you a bit about me first, though. I’m a five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, dark-skinned sister living in the City of Aberdeen, Maryland. I’m forty five years old and I’m still quite beautiful. Lots of mature Black women look even more gorgeous at that age than they did in their younger years. I work as a teacher with the Aberdeen Public School System and my husband Alexander Albright is a regional manager with a tech company, Wheeler Tech Inc. We met at Maryland State University twenty five years ago, and have been together ever since. The computer science nerd and the teacher-wannabe got hitched, that’s our story.

A lot of people think that Black love isn’t strong and that it isn’t here to stay. Bullshit. Lots of Black men love their Black women. And I am proud to say that I am the type of sister who loves the brothers. Especially the one I married. I love my husband dearly, and we have a wonderful life together. Our eldest, Amanda is a senior at Georgia Tech, taking up civil engineering and our son Eric is at the University of Miami, studying medicine. Our youngest son James is in the U.S. Army, currently serving in Afghanistan. Life is good. With an empty nest, Al and I are free to explore our sexuality again.

Recently, my husband Al revealed to me that he’s bisexual. He’s a big and tall, muscular Black man, so even though I’ve known him half my life, I was kind of surprised. Still, I love my hubby and assured him that I appreciated his honesty. A lot of Black women would run for the hills if the Black man in their life revealed that he was anything other than straight. I am not like those Black women. It took a lot of courage for Alexander to admit to me that he’s always felt sexually attracted to both men and women. A lot of bisexual Black men out there would never take a chance and risk it all by revealing their true selves to their wife or girlfriend. That’s why I count my blessings that Al is my dear husband and the father of our offspring.

The revelation of Al’s bisexuality didn’t bug me one bit. In fact, it opened up a lot of doors for our marriage. You see, I write erotic fiction stories and I also watch a lot of porn. Yes, middle-aged, married Black women like myself can be into porn too. It’s not just for men, dammit. I love watching gay porn, especially gay Black porn and sometimes I watch interracial gay porn. My favorite type of porn is the brand escort etiler featuring she-males or transsexuals. I love watching porn featuring a chick with a big dick, especially if she’s Latina or Black.

Why is that, you may ask? I find Latina transsexuals and Black transsexuals more exotic than the White ones. Is there anything hotter than a Brazilian transsexual with a sexy body, pretty face, big tits, big ass and a big thick cock? I love watching Brazilian transsexuals fucking Black guys. One of my favorites is Lisa Lawyer. I watched a porno where she bent a Black guy over and fucked his ass till he begged for mercy. The contrast between the bronze-skinned, blonde-haired, gorgeous Latina transsexual and the muscular, dark-skinned hunk who was riding her dick simply drove me nuts. I love that shit!

I told Al about my interest in porn, and we began incorporating certain elements of that into our lovemaking. For the past twenty-odd years that we’ve been married, Al has totally dominated me in the bedroom. The six-foot-four, 260-pound, dark-skinned African-American macho man totally owned my ass on our marriage bed. I loved it when he would put me on all fours, spank my big Black butt and then make me suck his long and thick ebony cock before drilling my cunt with it. Sometimes he even fucked me up the ass. Like a lot of Black women out there, I love anal sex but it’s not an easy thing to achieve with Al. My hubby’s got a nine-inch, uncircumcised chocolate stick for a dick. It’s not easy to fit that thing in my asshole, no matter how much lubricant we use. Al’s packing and he sure knows how to use what he’s got, believe me!

Well, now that I know that Al actually has a submissive side, I was most eager to explore it. To start, I became more assertive in the bedroom. I became a real dominatrix, donning sexy Black leather miniskirts and red and Black tank tops, and sporting a whip and a strap-on dildo just like any professional dominatrix. Al liked that new side of me. He liked it even more when I began dominating him in the bedroom. I tied up Al, flogged his ass with the shiny new flogger I bought and even tied up his big chocolate dick with velvet rope. I love watching a big Black dick tied with velvet rope. Don’t ask me why. Gets my pussy wet just thinking about it.

That’s not all that Al and I did. I put him on all fours and fingered his butt hole with my gloved fingers before working a dildo up his butt. My macho Black husband looks wonderful lying on his back with a dildo up his ass. As the tall Black dominatrix standing over him, I feel simply powerful. I made Al get on his knees and fucked him with my strap-on dildo. I also made him wear a chastity device on that thick chocolate dick of his while I led him around the house on a leash. I am the dominatrix, the mistress and the one in charge. He is my slave, my submissive. He obeys and I give the orders. Talk about a game changer, eh? escort nişantaşı After more than twenty five years of marriage, I finally dominated my husband, the strong Black man. As a Black woman, I feel happy and satisfied.

Still, I wanted to push the envelope and Al was all for it. That’s why I invited our mutual friend Samuel over for some fun. Samuel is a big and tall young Black guy of Haitian descent who lives next door. He attends Maryland State University, our alma mater. What Al doesn’t know is that Samuel is bisexual. Samuel recently got dumped by Dominique, this White chick he was dating at school. He confided in me during that turbulent time and I became his shoulder to cry on. Well, I told the young brother he needed some chocolate booty. And let me tell you, he definitely got some from Al and me! Samuel, Al and I sat down and discussed things before getting down and dirty. We got the party started in the bedroom, and it turned out to be a night for the ages.

Since this was a cuckolding scenario, I made sure both Al and Samuel knew what was expected of them. I made Al wear a chastity device on that big Black cock of his so he couldn’t get hard, and he also put on a Gimp Mask. I find those so sexy, since they’re completely Black and cover everything, leaving out only the eyes and the mouth. I also made Samuel wear a mask, because I find those hot. As for me, I was in full dominatrix gear. Black tank top, Black leather miniskirt and thigh-high Black leather boots. And I had my whip and strap-on dildo at the ready like a true mistress.

Without further ado, we got the party started. I ordered Al to get on his knees and he began sucking on Samuel’s long and thick Black cock. I stood there, fingering my hairy, wet pussy as I watched my husband suck dick for the first time. Well, as far as I know anyways. Al’s ass looked so cute that I just had to play with it. I told him to spread his cheeks for me and just like that, I lubricated his hole and began fucking him with the strap-on dildo. Banging my strong Black husband with a strap-on dildo as he sucked the younger Black guy next door’s thick dick totally turned me on. I spanked Al’s ass and ordered him to suck Samuel harder. My hubby did as he was told. All husbands should obey their wives. Life is better this way.

We did it like this for a while, then I switched things up. Now that Al had gotten Samuel’s dick sufficiently hard, I wanted to hop on for a ride. And just like that, I got on all fours, shook my big Black butt at Samuel and told the young brother to fuck me. Like he needed to be told! Samuel grabbed my hips and thrust his big chocolate stick deep into my pussy. Meanwhile, my husband Al watched. What else could he do? I teased and taunted him as I got fucked by Samuel, and just like the Black cuckold he is, Al had no choice but to endure it. To truly humiliate Al, I made Samuel take off the condom and cum on my cunt escort beşiktaş after he pulled out ( no worries, I’m on the pill ) and made Al lick it. It’s the cuckold’s job to clean up after the Bull came all over the hot wife’s pussy, is it not? It’s just that I’m a Black hot wife with a Black cuckold husband and I got fucked by a Black Bull. That’s hot, right?

After licking Samuel’s cum off of my pussy, Al sucked Samuel’s dick. Just like a good cuckold should. Winking at Samuel, I told him to fuck my husband in the ass. Al looked at me, stunned. I grabbed his face and told him that the fantasy he’d been scared to experience was finally going to come true. Yes, I am a Black wife who wants to watch my Black husband get fucked in the ass by another Black guy. It’s a modern world that we live in, ladies and gentlemen! Al was hesitant. I told him to relax, and that everything would be alright. Al nodded, and Samuel rolled another condom on that thick chocolate dick of his. The Black Bull was ready to fuck the Black cuckold in front of the Black wife. That’s fantastic!

I spread Al’s hairy butt cheeks and lubricated his hole once more before guiding Samuel’s cock into it. Samuel pressed his dick against my husband’s butt hole and pushed it inside. Al groaned sharply as his ass got penetrated. I fingered my cunt as I watched the spectacle. The most erotic thing I’ve ever beheld, ladies and gentlemen. Two masculine Black men fucking while a lucky Black woman watched. Is there anything hotter? While Samuel pounded his way into Al’s ass, I removed the chastity device from Al’s dick and stroked his cock to its full hardness. It seemed that Al’s dick got real hard with a cock up his ass!

And so it went. Samuel pumped his big black dick into Al’s tight black ass, and my husband’s screams and moans filled our bedroom. After about half an hour, Samuel couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out of Al’s ass, took off the condom and came. Grabbing Samuel’s dick, I began sucking it. Al lay on the bed, slumped and evidently tired. I ordered him to suck some dick. Al nodded, and knelt beside me, sucking Samuel’s dick with gusto. Evidently having a Black husband and a Black wife side by side sucking his dick turned on the young Black Bull, for he came a second time. Samuel’s cum splashed our faces, and Al and I eagerly licked Samuel’s cum off each other’s visage. What can I say? Sharing is caring!

What a hot night! I still shudder with lustful excitement just thinking about it. Al and I had a lot of fun with Samuel, and since he lives next door, we both continue to have fun with him. Separately or together, we don’t care. Samuel’s dick is the gift that keeps on giving. I’ve come home at time to find my husband Al face down and ass up on the sofa, Samuel’s dick up his butt. Other times, Al comes home from work and finds me on my knees, sucking Samuel’s delicious dick. No jealousy in our household. Of course, Al and I still have regular sex together. Just the other day he bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me in the ass, using butter as lubricant. It was nasty and wicked, and I loved it. Al, my strong Black husband, a freaky bisexual brother whom I love to death. I love our life together. We share everything, and we’re happy. Could things get any better?

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I had been chatting online with Christina for a few months and was looking forward to meeting in person. We shared an interest in kinky sex and planned to spend the weekend in a cheap motel room. Though we didn’t live in the same town, we were only a short drive away if we shared the distance so we met in a smaller town at about the half-way mark.

I made the short drive in good time and checked myself into the motel. I sent Christina a text to let her know which room I was in and got myself settled. I brought several of my favorite toys with me and had already given myself an enema before I left my place. I had also shaved off all of my pubic hair, leaving my penis and asshole smooth and soft to the touch.

Though we both liked to switch, Christina was more dominant so I agreed to start things off as the submissive. I stripped off my clothes except for a silk thong that I purchased just for the occasion. Christina thought the thong was hot but I felt somewhat emasculated in it. I was to leave the door unlocked and slightly open so she could walk right in while I waited on my knees facing the door in only the thong. Anyone could have opened the door and seen me there and the idea both scared and excited me since they surely would have assumed I was gay. After a few minutes I started to have second thoughts about the entire meeting. My experience with women was limited and I had never explored any kind of kinky sex with a partner. My mind kept on this course until I was just about to chicken out and leave when the door flew open.

Christina walked in looking stunning, just as in her pictures, and immediately took control. Shutting the door behind her and dropping her backpack on the floor, she grabbed me by the hair and bent me over the bed. Pulling my thong slightly to the side, she worked her tongue up my ass as far as possible. It was the first time anyone ate out my asshole and I loved it. While she worked her tongue, she reached around my waist to squeeze my cock and balls through the silky pouch of my thong. It didn’t hurt, but it emphasized her control over me.

“I thought you were a switch, but you seem more like a submissive little bitch to me” she teased. I responded only with moans to her licking and squeezing. I didn’t want to admit it but I loved the degrading way she was talking to me. “Let’s see what you’ve brought for me to play with. Stay where you are and don’t turn around.”

Christina rummaged through my bag for a minute, examining my small collection of dildos and butt plugs. “You didn’t bring any lube! Good, I didn’t plan on letting you use any anyway.” I heard her move to the other side of the room and open her own escort bomonti bag. “The first thing we should do is make sure you can’t get away.” The next thing I knew, Christina was securing leather cuffs to my wrists and a leather collar around my neck.

I was now keenly aware of my near nudity and prostrate position while Christina was still fully dressed in jeans and a button down shirt and standing over me. She produced a chain which she looped through the rings in my cuffs and then padlocked to the head of the bed. There was plenty of slack, but it was clear that I wasn’t going anywhere until she decided it was time for me to go. “You definitely won’t be getting out of those until I decide.” She dangled the key in front of me for a moment from a chain and then pulled it away quickly and secured the chain around her neck, the key dangling neatly between her breasts under her shirt. It seemed that I had completely lost control of the situation and my playmate for the evening had become my dominatrix.

She spanked me hard a few times. “Ouch,” I objected.

“I just want you to remember who’s in charge here,” Christina retorted. “Now open your mouth.” No sooner had I complied than she shoved a black rubber dildo into my mouth. It was long and thick with a handle on the end that my self-appointed mistress was holding. “That’s good, pet. I suggest you get it nice and wet unless you want this next part to hurt a lot.”

It did not take me long to figure out what she meant so I did my best to slobber all over it before she tired of this part of the game. Withdrawing it from my mouth she stepped behind me and wasted no time in pressing it to my asshole. Thankfully it was still moist from her licking because she didn’t even try to ease it in – rather shoving the entire length in as hard and fast as possible. The size was shockingly large in my ass and I couldn’t help but scream but almost as soon as I opened my mouth, it was filled with a rubber ball gag, which Christina quickly strapped around my head. Obviously, she had this all planned out and if it was not clear before, then it was clear now that I was totally at her mercy.

“I’m going to need you to keep the noise level down, pet. Comfy?”

I shook my head to indicate that I was not and had no desire to be gagged like this.

“Good,” she replied and resumed her vigorous fucking of my ass with the big black rubber dildo. “I do love this ass of yours, so tight and pretty, almost like a girl.” She spanked my twice as she said this. “You’re my pretty little bitch, aren’t you?”

The way she was fucking me was painful at first but then started escort osmanbey to feel good as my ass started to get used to the assault. Eventually, my anal mucus started flowing in response to the relentless dildoing. Christina noticed and exclaimed, “Oh my god! You’re ass is getting wet like my pussy! I didn’t know that could happen! You really are a little bitch, aren’t you?”

All I could reply was by moaning as she fucked me even harder since the gag in my mouth prevented me from saying anything comprehensible. Eventually Christina tired of this game and pulled out from my ass. I felt suddenly open and empty without the dildo there. I tried to turn my head to see what was happening but my mistress had ducked into the bathroom. I heard some rustling and continued to wait with my ass high in the air. After a minute, I heard her return and turned to see her still fully dressed but now sporting a huge strapon dildo on the outside of her jeans. It was significantly thicker and longer than the dildo she had just been using.

“Your ass is still gaping wide open and leaking ass juice all over the bed so I don’t think you need any warming up for this big boy.” And with that she positioned the new dildo against my asshole and started to press it in. Unfortunately for me, it was a little bigger than my hole and caused significant pain. I screamed into my gag. “Hmm, perhaps I misjudged the size of this thing. Don’t worry I’ll get it in.” My eyes were as big as saucers as she pushed even harder. I could feel my anus slowly stretch to accommodate the new toy and eventually it popped all the way in. “Yes! I knew I could get it in,” she boasted.

Christina started fucking my ass in earnest now. I thought I would tear in two from the size of it but she showed me no mercy. On and on she fucked for at least 20 minutes. It seemed that she never tired of this game. Chained to the bed as I was and gagged, I had little choice but to take what she gave me. It was an intense mixture of pleasure and pain. Eventually my asshole started to spasm involuntarily as I tried with all my might to push the giant dildo out of my ass. Finally, Christina tired and pulled out. She moved to my head and removed my gag. “Did you like that, pet?”

“Yes mistress,” was all I could get out as I tried to catch my breath and regain my senses.

“Good. Now it’s time for you to get to work. My cock is dirty. Clean it up, bitch.”

I looked at the dildo still attached to her waist. It was covered in my own ass juice and a small amount of shit. “But, but…”

“But nothing! Suck that cock, fagot!” I was so shocked by the sudden forceful escort kurtuluş order that my jaw dropped. Wasting no time, my mistress pushed forward and popped the cock right into my mouth. It was disgusting! I could taste my own ass and shit as she now fucked my mouth. “That’s right, slut. Lick it all clean. You’re going to like what I have planned next.”

Once I had sufficiently cleaned her strapon dildo, she moved back behind me again. She grabbed my cock and balls through my thong pouch and gave it a good squeeze. Her other hand started rubbing my ass tenderly. “I hope I didn’t ruin your asshole forever. It’s much larger now than when we started. In fact, I bet I could fit my whole fist in there now. Let’s find out!”

“Oh please God no!”

“Oh, it pleases your God yes,” she quipped.

She started with four fingers easily enough and then tucked her thumb in beside them and started fucking me with five fingers for a bit. “Things are getting a little too dry back here so I’ll do you a favor and let you lick my fingers.” Into my mouth went her fingers as she gave my balls a more forceful squeeze to let me know that she was not interested in what I wanted. I drooled as much as possible all over them because I knew that her fist was going in one way or another and I preferred not to have my own blood used as the lube.

Moving back behind me, Christina spit a copious amount right onto my asshole and started pushing her hand slowly but surely into my asshole. She worked it in and out for a bit and then gave one big shove popping her entire fist in. I cried out in pain and she just laughed.

“I love having my own anal slut to play with! I could do this forever!”

It seemed to last forever as she twisted her hand in my ass feeling my most private places and then pounding my ass with her fist over and over again. It stretched my asshole to the limit and just when I thought I could not take it anymore, Christina stopped and pulled out.

“Wow, I’m exhausted! I need a break,” she announced and moved to the bathroom to wash her hands leaving me on the bed panting and exhausted myself. Just as I had caught my breath, Christina returned from the bathroom. “Now, let’s see what I’ve been squeezing all this time.” And with that, she pulled my thong down and immediately started laughing. “Wow, that is the smallest cock I have ever seen!”

“What? No, it’s average size.”

“Sure, for a 10 year old. Look, I know I said I would have sex with you but I was expecting you to have something between your legs. There is no way I could get any pleasure from that. I need a real man’s cock to get off.”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. My heart sank as she insulted me. All I wanted to do was crawl away as soon as possible and hide but almost on queue there was a knock at the door. “Oh, they’re here,” she said.

“Who’s here?” I asked.

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I bulged a lot in college—and I’m not just talking about the one hanging between my legs. I was a lot fatter back then. And the thing about being quite fat is that you lose some cock because the base gets covered by said fat. So, back then, while my cock was only about half an inch shorter—around nineteen inches—the practical measurement was only about seventeen or so because I was way heavier. I still had my girth, though. And it’s not like I can ever get the whole thing inside someone.

Anyway. A lot of stupid shit happens to me because of my genitals and the fact that I can’t say no to women (a few twinks have gotten the better of me, too). I’ve been mugged, shot at, and beaten because of these things—mostly because of that “not saying no to women” thing in particular. I guess it kind of averages out, since I basically won some kind of genetic lottery when it comes to manhood.

But, I digress. I don’t generally enjoy dwelling on or writing about stuff like having a gun pointed at me. This is a much more light-hearted story about stupid shit happening because of my size.

My feet crunched over leaves and the red bricks of the pathway. I was dressed in my comfortable black sweatpants—and any pants being comfortable for me is saying something. My enormous balls slapped against my thighs as I walked, my cock swinging in front of me, visible under the cloth.

A waifish boy with eyeliner smiled at me as we passed each other, his hand brushing mine. I smacked his rear as he moved away, drawing a gasp and playful glare.

Ahead, a chubby blonde smiled at me. “Hey, Brod.”

“Hey there, Tiff,” I said with a smile.

And so it went, my previous trysts greeting me as I made my way to class.

My bulge preceded me into that class. Semester was getting rolling, and the professor was near the door, handing out syllabi and smiling. Professor Klein was a nice enough man with an impressive beard. When I got to him, he smiled and reached out to shake my hand. “Ah, hello there, young man, what’s your name?”

“Hey, Professor. Brod Kanayama,” I answered him, shaking his hand. Back then, I didn’t know how to give a proper handshake. I think it showed, because he looked down at my hand, and past it, my bulge. His eyes widened in shock, his mouth hanging open.

“Mr. Kanayama, what is the meaning of that?!” he snapped, jabbing his finger at my bulge.

I sighed. I was hoping to avoid this conversation. “That’s…. You know. Me. My junk.”

“That is most certainly not you, nor your junk.” His eyes met mine, his brow rumpled. “Do you take me for an idiot? If you are trying to appeal to the ladies, Mr. Kanayama, I assure you that this is not how to do it—”

“But—”

“—and if this is a prank, no one is laughing.”

“Mr. Klein, that’s him, alright,” piped up a petite white girl to my left. I’m pretty sure her name was Riley. I knew she’d been in my room last week—I recognized her face, at least. “I’ve seen it!” she said, before blanching once she realized what just came out of her mouth.

Klein took his glasses off and rubbed his wizened face. “You will not be allowed into my class while you are engaging in such foolhardy activity, and this will be counted toward your absences.”

“Sir. I can show you—”

“Unbelievable!” The professor looked at the crowd piling up around us. “You are wasting time. I will not be peeking into anyone’s pants!” he snapped. “If you can give me a doctor’s note that this is indeed your condition, then we will drop this matter. Until then, you will not be in this class. I don’t need you distracting everyone.”

I stared at him, then sighed. “Fine, I’ll be back.” I turned around and headed to the clinic.

***

It was bullshit, really, but it was part of what happened when you had a cock like a culvert and balls suitable for demolition. Sometimes, men said things like what Klein did out of jealousy. I can deal with jealousy. I like it, to be honest. However, I think that he was legitimately concerned that I had decided to go and rob a produce stand and the deli.

In any case, remember what I said about women? Yeah, I’m very easily distracted. Honestly, it’s amazing I made it through school. And if I wasn’t fucking teachers, I don’t know how it would have went. I’m intelligent, don’t get me wrong—I’m just very, very horny. The reason I mention this is because it took me a long time to make it to the campus clinic.

I smiled as I plucked some paper towels from the dispenser and began to wipe the jizz off my cock. I balled them up, throwing them into a growing pile of spunk-soaked paper in the trash can. The raw scent of sex mixed with that of cheap soap and commercial cleaners. My erection bobbed up and down in front of me, still dripping precum. I sighed, looking down at it.

A voluptuous cinnamon-colored girl was groaning, her thick thighs spread wide. Jizz poured from her stretched-out cunt into escort bomonti the toilet, her apron hanging from a hook in the stall. A little sandwich was emblazoned across the front. Her eyelids fluttered, her body twitching. I think she was still cumming. I looked around and saw the sink. Moving up to it, I turned on the cold water and pushed my cock in … it could only get the glans, and I had to keep pushing the button. But it helped get my erection to go down. Now, I admit, as big as my belly was back then, it did make things a bit more difficult, since it put weight on my cock while I was trying to hoist it upward into the sink. But I managed.

A little while later the girl had recovered a bit and was pushing down on her distended belly to force the last of my seed out. I bent down and kissed her on the cheek. “I have to go, Elena.”

She grabbed my hand and groaned, “You didn’t eat, mi amor! You should eat.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll eat later. I don’t have a lot of time,” I said, pulling up my sweatpants. “I’ll see you later, though!”

She gave me a little wave as I left. I’d gone to the little sub store in the student union to get some lunch, seeing as how I’d miss class anyway. And, well. I got distracted. Despite my hunger, I wanted to get this thing with the clinic over with before my next class began, and stopping for a fuck had taken up a good 45 minutes total with dick deflation time.

I finally got to the campus clinic. Most students were in class, so the wait was short. I was in the back, sitting on a rustling sheet of wax paper in the middle of a massive exam room. I’d long wondered why the rooms were so large. My enormous bulge hung over the side of the table.

Doctor Nahid Ghali sauntered in, smiling at me. “Mr. Kanayama! What sort of trouble are you in this time, hmm? Get another rugburn fucking a sorority? It’s a bit early in the year.” The top two buttons of her teal blouse were already undone, exposing some of her vast, sandy-colored cleavage.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “No, I was trying to go to class, right?”

“Yeah?”

“And the new professor doesn’t believe this is me.” I patted my balls. “He said I had to get a note certifying my ‘condition.’ ” I added some air quotes.

Dr. Ghali came toward me, her enormous bust wobbling, her big, dark eyes looking into mine. Those massive breasts were each easily bigger than her head. The pristine lab coat she wore stood absolutely no chance containing them. Her jet-black hair was up in a bun, exposing her sparkling earrings and graceful neck. She stood between my legs, her gigantic tits so close to my face I could feel the warmth coming off of them. Thick nipples made miniature tents in her lab coat. Her hands cupped my heavy nuts. “You know, Brod. You never know what happens with these ‘conditions,’ they can change at any moment. Especially with such interesting physiology. I’d better reexamine you … if you have time, of course?”

I looked up at the clock on the wall. “I think you’re right, doctor,” I answered, sliding to my feet with a rustle of the paper. Delicate fingers slid into my waistband and slipped the pants down, along with the boxers I’d worn specially because it was the first day of class. I sat back against the examination table. The doctor smiled as she slowly unbuttoned her top, leaning in toward me and pushing her cleavage up against my face. My whole face was buried in her silky, pliable flesh. “Mmmph. Mmm.” I could smell the sweetness of her perfume. I kissed one of her breasts, groaning as I sucked at it, biting gently at a mouthful of flesh. I could feel her body shuffling as she trapped my head in her bust.

When she pulled away, her top was gone. She wiggled her hips at me, turning around as she bent over, slipping her slacks down, exposing her teal panties. Her ass bounced as her bra came away, her fat tits jiggling under her. Then, slowly, her panties slipped downward, exposing her pussy, the pink lips standing out against her tan skin. Standing again, I licked my lips. Her enormous tits were so big that you could easily see them from behind! I felt my cock stir.

The doctor then freed herself of her shoes, turning around, now naked except for her socks, necklace, and earrings. I shrugged my way out of my t-shirt, giving her a much less dramatic reveal. Dr. Ghali folded her clothes up and went to the side of the room, sticking everything in a drawer. She knew what my seminal output was like, and how messy I got. Walking toward me, her feet padding softly, she grinned.

“I can’t have you cumming inside me right now, Brod,” she said. “I have a job to do.”

“Okay, then where am I gonna cum? The sink clogged last time we tried that,” I said.

A wry smile played across her face. “We’ll just have to store your cum somewhere else,” she answered cryptically. Her hands gripped my cock and she began to slowly escort osmanbey pump it, kneeling, her tits rippling. Pressing her nose against my heavy nuts and cock, she inhaled deeply. “Mmm! Who did you fuck?” Her tongue slipped from her mouth and ran over my cock.

“A girl at Sub-Liminal,” I answered.

Her eyes met mine. “They only go up to 12 inches there, Brod.”

“We had to add a few,” I snerked.

She grinned and stood up, walking toward the door. Cracking it open, she peeked out, while my own eyes examined the curves of her ass. “Lizzy, come in here, please?”

Turning back toward me, she came over, draping an arm over my shoulders as she faced the door. “Elizabeth is my intern,” she explained.

The door opened, and a petite white girl came in. She gasped, dropping the clipboard she was holding. It looked like she was considering fleeing.

“Wh-wh-wha?!” she warbled. Her pale cream complexion made the brilliant pink of her blush all the more obvious.

“This is Brod Kanayama, a patient of mine,” said Dr. Ghali.

“Why are you both naked?!” she yelped, covering her face.

The doctor walked forward, waggling her finger. “We’re going to examine him, and you’re going to help.”

“But. He’s … huge!”

“You said you wanted to meet him last time he was here, Liz. When you saw my belly?”

Lizzy nodded and knelt down to collect her clipboard. I could see her squeezing her knees together and hear her making a little humming noise.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “This is just really surprising!” She shook her head. “Okay. Okay, I can do this.” Liz came up to me and Dr. Ghali. She was dressed in a set of scrubs, roughly matching the teal of the doctor’s discarded blouse and panties.

Ghali knelt in front of me, hefting my cock. She ran her tongue up its underside, moaning. “Just start licking,” she told the intern. “It’s not hard.”

“Soon it will be,” I chuckled.

Liz smiled weakly. “I can do that.” Kneeling in front of me, she joined her superior, their slippery tongues caressing the sensitive underside of my fat cock. It immediately began to swell, pulsing as it got heavier. I heard soft little whimpers coming from Liz. The doctor’s fingers cupped my melon-sized nuts as well as they could, and I could feel her kneading them, pulling at the skin. Liz’s delicate hands pumped up and down my organ. Even soft, she couldn’t get the fingers around it.

Ghali’s plush lips curled around the tip of my manhood, her tongue teasing it. Liz’s tongue kept lapping at it like a candy cane. I knew she wasn’t the most skilled, but I didn’t care, it felt good. The hot breath of two ladies washed over the moistened skin as the paper crinkled under me, my hands running through their hair … or at least Liz’s. The doctor’s bun made it difficult.

Finally, I reached my monstrous full size, almost half a yard of pulsing cock that looked like it rivaled Liz’s legs in girth. The doctor looked at her. “You take his balls.” Then, standing up straight, she put a hand on my chest. “Lie down.”

Liz and I shared a glance of confusion, but I lied down. The doctor climbed up onto the examination table with me … then laid atop my soft belly and planted her ass in my face. Her ass wasn’t huge, but it was pretty shapely. Doc did her squats. Her dripping, hot pussy ground up against my lips and noise, smearing them with her delicious juices. The scent of her heat replaced the antiseptic smell of the room. Meanwhile, I felt her gripping my cock with both hands and pumping it.

Grabbing her hips, I began to lick the pussy I’d stretched out earlier that week. My tongue teased the tip of her clit as her tongue slipped into the tip of my cock. I heard shhrrlp schlrk-schlrk as she began to slurp at it, groaning as her lips swept over the glans. Sucking, licking, the tongue darted into my organ’s gushing mouth, its owner greedily drinking down my precum. I moaned into her cunt. Ghali knew how to work my dick.

I felt fingers grabbing handfuls of the thick skin of my sack, lips kissing the nuts, a nose brushing against it. The tongue swept in circles, and I felt the vibrations of the intern moaning. Slimy syrup poured from my cock, directly into the doctor’s mouth. I could feel it trickling down my enormous, pulsing shaft, down over my fleshy cantaloupes.

Ghali’s hands began to pump up and down my cock, spreading layers and layers of the slimy stuff over it. Schlick. Schlick. “Mmmm,” I heard her purr. I could feel the thick coating being applied, the clinging viscousness of precum being used to oil my heavy rod. I knew from experience that my erection would be shimmering with the shiny liquid. Then I felt her body shift, mashing her pussy into my face. I felt her lower lips spread out, engulfing my nose, my lips, my chin. I’d stretched her pretty well.

Leaning back down, I felt warm, escort kurtuluş fleshy pillows molding around my cock … she was using her tits! Her body began to buck up and down. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Her heavy teats hit my thighs, bouncing and jiggling as she used them to work my cock. Fuck, that felt good. My thick, viscous pre made for excellent lube, and I felt her lips working my glans.

I began to bounce my hips, though it wasn’t easy with both her weight and mine. Her painted fingernails gently scratched at the sensitive skin under my crown. Fingertips rubbed up underneath the head.

Gripping her hips, I panted as I began to lick her clit, my head bobbing in time with her pussy as she titfucked me. Liz’s hands kneaded at my nuts, stimulating me into making more jizz. I felt her moan as she lapped up the back of the sack, her hot breath brushing the skin. Schlip. Schlip. Ghali’s tits engulfed a good half of my organ as she made out with it, moaning into its throat. Those things were enormous!

My precum flowed down my shaft, seeping in between her enormous mammaries and providing all the lube we needed, making it feel nearly as good as pussy. But unlike a pussy, she was also making out with my dick. All the while, her intern kept suckling at my balls. I could feel her tongue tickling through every fold in my sack. I knew I couldn’t last long like this. I guess I technically could hold back, but what was the point?

The doctor knew what was happening as she felt me tensing up. “Stand up!” she commanded Liz. I felt her fingers and lips reluctantly leave my nutsack. I leaned to the side as well as I could, trying to see past the doctor. I could sort of make out what was going on.

Panting, I felt my nuts tightening. The doctor wrapped her lips around my cock’s tip just in time. I swelled slightly in girth. I felt seed careening down my urethra. GLOOOORCH. I erupted in Dr. Ghali’s waiting mouth.

“HHHRNKH!” she grunted. “Mmmph! Glph. Glph. Glph.” Entire cups worth of jizz blasted into her throat as she sucked it all down … and amazingly, it didn’t seem like she was spilling any. Another wad came. SPLUUUURT. Again, she gulped it all down like a pro. I could feel her belly swelling, pressing against mine.

A gap between wads. Ghali snatched Liz’s head, pulling her forward.

“Doctor, wha—mmmmmrrkh!” she cried. GLUUUUUURCH. I flooded her throat with spunk. I felt jizz splattering everywhere, gushing out against my nuts, Ghali’s tits, down my rod. SPLUUUURT. Ghali looked back and gave me a devilish grin as she held her intern’s head.

Amazingly, I felt a second pair of hands join hers on my cock. Liz grabbed a hold of my erupting organ. “Mmmmgh!” I blasted again, again. It felt wonderful. White goo frosted over Liz’s face and cheeks, dripping down her scrubs, rolling down her arms … but I was impressed, she stayed there, sucking down all she could! The teal cloth of her top got tighter and tighter as it stretched around her growing belly. Soon, her gravid tummy hung halfway from her top. Seed rolled over it like icing over a cake. It looked like she’d swallowed a beach ball. Finally, with a gasp, she released my cock, and Ghali released her head.

“You did well!” complimented the doctor before shoving the cockhead back into her own mouth. Liz stumbled back and collapsed into one of the chairs, slipping her top off. She began cleaning off the layer of pearly paint I’d given her face.

The good doctor’s tongue penetrated my urethra just as I erupted again. She moaned. I went back to licking her pussy, slipping my tongue up inside of her, slurping at her deliciousness. GLRCH. GLRCH. GLRCH. Her belly pressed into mine as she ate pint after pint of seed.

The doctor arched her back, moaning into the air. I felt her push the cock away from her, probably to keep from getting any sloppier. Her cunt contracted around my tongue, and SPLISH. Hot juices gushed over my face. My eyes closed tightly. My mouth filled with Ghali’s spicy-sweet nectar. I lapped and licked and swallowed as my cock blasted another wad, another.

SPLAT. SPLAT. My fleshy cannon painted the far wall. “God dammit!” I heard Liz cry.

Another wad. Another. And finally, I was empty. I panted, opening one cunt-soaked eyelid. Liz was frosted white all over again, as well as a large portion of the wall behind her.

The doctor sighed contently and slipped off of me. There was a spring in her step as she turned and grinned. It looked like she was ready to give birth … modest compared to her intern’s gravidity. Her prodigious tits wobbled as she walked over to the counter. “Thanks for lunch, Brod,” she told me over her shoulder, reminding me that I’d forgotten to eat. She turned to Liz. “I’ll understand if you want the rest of the day off.” Turning back to the counter, I heard the click of a pen and the scratch of ink and paper.

“Thanks for the exam, Nahid,” I chuckled. “So. Have you determined if my dick is, in fact, real?”

“Hard to say. We’ll have to do a follow-up. But for now, here’s your note,” she said, putting the pen down. Opening a cabinet, she got a towel out, wiping herself down. “There’s more towels in here, Elizabeth.”

“Thanks,” groaned the dripping intern.

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“Rose!” I hear my roommate calling.

“What!”

“Food!” She yells. Our relationship is one word conversations. I hop out of bed and head to the living room where Cece sits. She’s hot, I’ll give you that, with her perky c cup titties and her tight little ass. I’ve gotten wet thinking about what I could do to her. I sit at the table. She is drinking wine and already eating her pizza. She looks tipsy no doubt. Maybe I could have some fun with this. The wine bottle is finished.

“Hi Cece.” I say seductively.

“Hi Rose.” Her face is shoved with pizza. What I could do with that mouth. I sit to the chair closest to her and put my feet on her lap. I want he so badly. My panties are already soaked.

“What are you doing?”

“I just think we need to get to know eachother better. We never talk.”

“Alright.” She slurs. She’s clearly drunk.

“Can I tell you something?” She whispers.

“What is it?”

“I think your so fucking hot.” She says. Before I could say anything she escort fulya has her lips on mine kissing me hard. Our teeth clashing. Oh fuck. This is making me so wet. I’ve wanted this for so long and it definitely is everything I wanted it to be. She stands up disconnecting our lips and she moves her plate, sliding the pizza box at the end of the table. She picks me up and slams me down on the table. Quickly she unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs. Luckily I decided not to wear underwear. She smiles up at me and takes her shirt off showing me she’s not wearing a bra.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy.” She moans and lifts my shirt over my head kissing down my neck. She gets to my titties and sucks my nipple into her mouth. Holy fuck.

“My pussy. Eat my fucking pussy.” I push her head down and writhe nakedly on the table. Oh fuck I want this. She kisses me on the stomach then spreads my pussy lips with her fingers. The air feels so good on my pussy. She goes down and her tongue escort bebek circles my clit lightly. I twitch. Oh fuck. She finally stops teasing me and sucks on my clitty. I moan out and grind on her mouth. She slides a finger into me and pumps it finger fucking me.

“Oh fuck!” I scream. She pounds her hand into me.

“Fuck, fuck , fuck, fuck! Suck my fucking pussy you cunt hungry bitch!” I scream. I feel my first orgasm come. I’ve only fucked myself with my dildo ever before.

“You like how I lick your pussy?” She looks up at me.

“Yes.” I pull her up and kiss her. Her lips tasting like my pussy. I suck on them and she smiles. She walks over to the end of the table and grabs the pizza. She pulls her pants down and I take a look at her shaven pussy. I want to eat her out. Have her climbing up the fucking wall.

“I want to taste you.”

“Fuck yes.” I get up and she lays on my table spreading her beautiful long legs. I lick my lips at the sight. Her escort cihangir pink color areolas and pointy nipples. I look down at her pussy. Her clit pokes out of her pussy lips. It twitches in front of me making me rub myself.

“Eat my pussy!” She sits up and grabs my head pulling me down to her pussy. I suck and lap all her delicious juices. Fuch she taste so good. I want to taste her, all of her.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna piss in your mouth!” She screams as her orgasm takes over her.

“What?” Before I say anything else she grabs a piece of pizza and pisses all over it. She pulls my head down making me swallow the sweet and salty tasting piss. Surprisingly I fucking love it. I wrap my lips around her labia and suck out all her piss juice swallowing it not letting a single drop fall to the floor. She finally calms down from the orgasm and hands me the soggy slice of pizza.

“Eat it.”

“No.” I protest. She sits up and grabs my hair.

“You like drinking my cunt juice and piss so you eat it. Know.” She grips my hair tighter and feed it to me. I chew on the salty price of food.

“Repeat after me … I am know a cunt bitch who will do anything my mistress Cecelia says.”

“I am know a cunt bitch who will do anything my mistree Cecelia says.”

“Good girl.” She smirks.

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He was a regular client; not especially frequent, but certainly regular. He would call every two months or so, sometimes every two weeks; the longest interval had been three months. He had been calling for nearly three years now.

She wondered what his story was. He didn’t talk much, and he didn’t want to have sex with her. It could have been disquieting and, in the beginning, it had been. But now she knew what to expect. Which didn’t stop her from being extremely curious.

At the appointed time, she knocked on the door of the usual hotel room. He opened it wide, standing aside to let her enter. She walked in and stood before the bed, unbuttoning her coat, taking it off and laying it on the back of a chair. He was sitting on the bed now facing her.

Standing there in only a deep blue, lacy thong with matching garter belt and stockings, and high-heeled shoes, she wondered again to herself what his story was. He was quite a good-looking man, in his forties probably, but looked kind of sad, empty almost. He turned to where it lay beside him on escort feriköy the bed, and picked it up with two hands, cradling it almost reverently. He extended his arms to offer it to her, and she took it by the shoulders, dropping it towards the floor and stepping into it, slowly and steadily. She inched it up her legs, pulling it little by little over her hips, sliding her hands through the armholes, and using her opposite hands to move it slowly up her arms and onto her shoulders.

It was a beautiful dress, strangely cut, but in a beautiful midnight blue shade of satin. Its plunging neckline reached almost to her waist, and the draping behind dropped all the way to the small of her back. A fine silver chain across her collarbone stopped it from slipping off her shoulders, and she fastened it now.

She turned slowly all the way round so he could appreciate it from every angle. As she faced him again, she saw that familiar look in his eyes, the emptiness gone, almost sparkling. Happiness? Lust? Something of escort gülbağ both. He was unfastening his pants now, freeing his erect cock from its confinement, and beginning to stroke himself. She knew it wasn’t her that inspired these feelings but the dress.

She started to hum a sultry tune in her head and swayed in time with it, making the folds of the material sway also, swishing as they brushed against each other. The light from the lamps made the fabric shimmer as she turned and moved. Her curiosity was overwhelming her, but she hid her skepticism well. What was with this man and this dress? Was it just a dress or did it have a history? The effect on him was impressive in any case. His eyes were half-closed now but he was still watching her, watching the dress, and he stroked more quickly, his hand firm on his long, thick shaft, rising and falling to some other tune than the one she was humming. She mused that it was a waste of all the money he was paying her, but who was she to argue?

She turned again, a escort kağıthane little twirl now, making the dress circle outwards, and then swayed again from side to side. He was close now, and was forcing his eyes wide to look at the movement of the gleaming satin as his hand moved rapidly up and down. She didn’t turn again because she knew what he wanted. He had been very clear with his instructions all that time ago: she would not talk, would not question; he would not touch. His hand was a blur now, and suddenly he grunted and his cum arched across the small space that separated them, landing at the point of the V of the neckline, and again full on the front of the dress, and again, and again.

She stood there for a short while as he surveyed the effect of his handiwork. When he was ready, he smiled and nodded at her. She walked sedately to the bathroom to remove the dress. As she took it off, she realized there was a drop of cum at the top of her abdomen. She scooped it up with her finger and, hesitating only a second or two, placed her finger in her mouth. What a waste.

She laid the dress on the toilet seat and returned to the room to put her coat back on. As she finished fastening it, she picked up the bills he had left for her on the table, nodded to him and left.

***

Inspired by Depeche Mode’s Blue Dress, from the Violator album

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All persons in this story are of legal age.

I’m Monica.

I’m stronger than you.

I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman, I’m stronger than you.

I have hard, tough abs, strong veiny arms and my legs? They’re enormous. I can run, swim and bike all day long with very little effort and my calves are so big that I can’t wear boots.

Unlike most of the women who want to tell you stories, my face is average. Plain Jane average and I don’t care. I can grip your body against me and show you a night you’ve never even dreamed of being possible.

My biggest fantasies involve me using mind games and hot sex together. I love to use manipulation and femdom to show someone they’re inferior to me and then use them for sex. No whips, no chains, just a subtle lesson- I have a ripped, sexy body because I want to be buff as fuck and you don’t.

I have some stories I’d like to tell.

****

My favorite story about that was from a few years ago when I was dating this guy named Tyler. He was tall, handsome in a different sort of way, and very smart and confident. I worshipped that dick, too. He was thick and yummy. Big fat cockhead, veins on his cock and big balls. I could use two hands to jerk that cock and still have room to suck him, so believe me when I say sitting on that dick was exquisite.

I was leaner then, still in shape but not as hard or even muscular at all. I did yoga and pilates and kept my ass tight. I would wear really flattering yoga pants or booty shorts all summer and smirk when people looked at me.

Tyler was friends with this guy Ron. Ron lived somewhere else, but he was cute as fuck and had a small but sexy build. I still get a little wet when I think about how sexy his features were. He was handsome, sexy and a little quiet, not to mention better looking than Tyler. They grew up together and Tyler was always more outgoing and taller, but they went to different colleges and didn’t talk much for a while there. Ron was having a party- his girlfriend and Tyler and I.

As soon as I met Ron I knew I had to fuck him. He had these sexy pecs and big biceps. He had this sort of lazy smile and a tight body. You could tell he worked out but not that often- a little chubby in the right places.

When I met him I giggled and insisted on giving him a hug and it made Tyler nuts. He didn’t like it all. Ron had been working out when Tyler had been sitting on his ass eating junk food and watching movies. That big dick was his saving grace.

Anyway, we all started drinking and I got wasted. I had to fuck and looking at Ron was getting me wet. My clit twitched a little each time we talked and I was laughing at everything he was saying. I grabbed Tyler’s hand and dragged him into a bedroom and I grabbed on his dick playfully as we went up the stairs.

Tyler locked the door behind us and even locked the bathroom door because he didn’t want any company. I found out later than Ron usually went in and fucked most of Tyler’s girlfriends after, and sometimes during the relationship. What a bad boy…!

I pulled out Tyler’s dick and started suckling that big cockhead. He loved it and pulled off my top and as I was dropping to my knees, I heard a key in the door.

I can barely type this because I’m so wet and my hand is in my pants.

Ron opened the bedroom door just as I was on my knees about to suck Tyler’s cock. He had to know what we were doing, but he was grinning ear to ear.

“Fuck, dude!” Tyler shouted. “Get out of here, I locked the door!”

“Just making sure everything is okay around here.” And then he looked at me as Tyler covered up his cock a little.

“Are you okay, Monica?” Ron asked, completely drawing out the moment.

I grinned sheepishly a little bit, sneaking a peek at his pants to see if he was turned on. I could see a bulge and I swear that fucker saw me and smiled.

“Okay, just let me know if you need any help with this guy.” Then he pulled back his shirtsleeve and flexed a bicep I was totally surprised by. Ron was a fucking beast for sure. I needed some dick right then and I didn’t care who fed it to my pussy.

The door closed and I could tell Tyler was rattled by that because his friend had not only seen his dick but he still wasn’t used to his friend being so much stronger than him.

HA!

I dropped back to my knees and sucked that flaccid cock until it turned hard again, all the while wondering how big Ron’s cock was. I fantasized that Ron was the one slowly grinding into my mouth with a hand on the back of my head. I used one hand to guide and stroke Tyler and reached into my pants with the other one, flicking and teasing my clit. I was so wet that I had to take my pants off and sit on a cock right away. escort etiler

Tyler’s was nice, but I was curious about fucking a strong, muscular man and my smaller body being in charge of him. And Ron acted like a guy that was hung like a mule. In my experience a guy that shows a lot of quiet confidence is packing a fucking hammer in those pants.

Tyler took some time to get going but it was nice to sit on that fuck rod and make him slam me into my spot. It was hot, fast and intense. I made him cum inside me because I wanted Ron to cum inside me. What sent my body into the most intense orgasm I ever experienced was thinking of Ron fucking me and Tyler having to watch while he jacked his cock and then once Ron pulled his powerful body off me, I’d lay there in ecstasy and not let Tyler touch me. I fantasized about him having to sit there next to a stronger man who just fucked his woman and being unable to do anything but watch.

We cleaned up in the shower and Tyler thought he was this big stud, as usual. All arrogance and proud of how hard I made him explode into me.

My ass was spectacular and I knew how to ride a cock, so I know I’m a great lay, thanks. I was then and I’m better now.

****

I went downstairs to get a drink as Tyler watched TV and I ran into Erica, Ron’s girlfriend. She and I had never met but she came up to me giggling.

“So I hear you gave Ron a show!”

“Yeah, he used a key to get in. I was in the…middle…of something.”

Erica gave me this knowing grin. “I heard. Tyler’s dick in your hand.” She laughed. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have them both, you know? Close friends, big cocks and me.”

I shot her a sidelong glance to play it cool but I was already getting wet again. “Ron’s got a big dick?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, huge. I heard Tyler is supposed to be big, but this girl Amy told me that Ron is much bigger. Tyler dated her and then Ron came in later when she was on the rebound.”

Fucking bad boys! So hot. I knew I had to have him someday.

“She wasn’t on the rebound, she was just looking for a friend.” Ron came around the corner. “What are you girls talking about, now?” He grinned knowingly.

We both grinned and told him not to worry about it. I went back upstairs and watched Tyler eat junk food and watch movies on TV while I heard Erica and Ron having very loud, angry sex. Tyler just turned the TV up and rolled his eyes, but I wished I was down there sucking that big cock.

****

Tyler was such a fucking bore. All he wanted to do was have lazy sex and watch TV. It got old really fast and we fought all the time. He ended up calling me and telling me he was bored with me too and I was so offended that it blew my mind. Why should I care about a guy like that blowing me off?

Still, I was offended and my feelings were a little hurt, I’m not going to lie.

Guys, a girl will try to screw your best friend if he’s even a little attractive after you have a bad breakup. It’s just a thing we do.

But Ron, with his looks, his brains and his muscles, I had to fuck him as soon as I was single again.

Tyler was really confident about it at first, but he saw that there weren’t a lot of girls out there who wanted him. Pretty soon I started getting texts asking how I was, what was going on, what was new.

But by then? By then I was working out five days a week and turning my body into a lean, sexy instrument. I didn’t do a lot of weights, but I did a lot of leg exercises and squats to define my ass. I decided to drive him crazy and tell him little things about myself when he texted. I’d tell him I was working out a lot and that would make him really wish he hadn’t dumped me.

Me: “Oh, I’m good. Just a lot of working out.”

Him: “That’s cool. How is that going?”

Me: “Great! I’m getting really strong! Look at my legs!” And then I’d add a photo of my legs with me in my sexy pink gym shorts.

And then nothing. I always figured he would be furiously jerking off that cock by then.

I had been going to the gym for about three months and changed my diet entirely. Candy and the occasional bag of chips turned into protein shakes and fruit. I boiled chicken. I ate carrots. The results paid off and by the end of the summer, I had a tight, sexy lean body with sexy big calves and small biceps to go with my four pack. And my ass was spectacular. I loved to show it off and have people stare. A couple of my friends asked if I had implants but I’d just laugh it off.

Tyler had been dangling long enough and so I decided to text him.

Me: “So, is Ron still with Erica?”

Him, a few minutes later: “Uh, no. Why?”

Me: “No reason. escort nişantaşı Well, actually, can I have his number?”

Him: “No. I don’t want you two together.”

Silly boy. Like that would stop me!

Me: “I just need some workout tips. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.” Big old fucking lie, right there.

Him: “Okay, because I really think you’d like me better now, I’ve changed.” Yeah, yeah, numbers, bitch.

And then he texted me the number to Ron’s phone. I felt so nervous, like I was in middle school about to call a boy. I may have looked sexy, taut and athletic but I was being totally ridiculous!

I decided to go on the offensive and text Ron a photo. I found a sexy top and tensed my abs and made a duck face. It was a nice photo because my abs were so cute and flat. I remember thinking that if I was lucky, I’d feel that cock in my stomach and I giggled.

Ron responded with a photo of his hand on top of a bulge in his underwear. I could see that it was big, thick and long. I needed a second to catch my breath before I replied.

He beat me to it. “Like what you see, sexy?”

I replied back: “I’m trying to be a lady” and I was already fucking myself on my hand, thumb on my swelling clit.

‘What would you say if you weren’t trying to be a lady?”

Fuck it. “Your cock must be huge”

Him: “Why don’t you see me tomorrow and find out?”

Me: “Sounds good, give me an address.”

****

We didn’t text anymore after I got his address. I wanted him to be a total surprise for me. He was.

I came to the door of his apartment with sexy burgundy nine inch heels and a short skirt. I wore a tight blue top with pink buttons that showed off my tits. I wore these sexy earrings that dangled, and my hair was up.

I forgot how short Ron was, and I towered over him in my heels. At least Tyler was tall, but…

I wasn’t the only one who worked out all summer. Ron was shredded. His arms were veiny and his chest was hard and tight. Our hug was electric and I was already turned on.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I put my hand on his chest before he could say another word and watched him smirk in between suckles of my tongue and lower lip. I had to see that cock.

I dropped to my knees and tore his military style belt open and ripped it out of his pants.

I fumbled with the button to his pants and unzipped his fly, but it wasn’t very easy because his hardening cock was making this very difficult.

Ron was bigger than I even dreamed. His pants fell back and his tight underwear showed a giant bulge. I trembled a little as I pulled down his underwear in one tug and saw the biggest cock I’ve ever seen come at me. It jerked up as the underwear came down.

It was beautiful. Ron’s thick, hard cock had veins and a purple cockhead that dwarfed Tyler’s. His balls were huge and the veins were angry looking. It was a perfect, beautiful cock and I slowly reached to grip it because I was in a daze. I reached for it and put it in my mouth…as much as I could fit in…and then Ron lifted me up and carried me to his bed. I was like a bitch in heat because I wanted to sit on that big fucking dick so much.

He gently dropped me to the bed and told me to strip down for him as he jerked his cock. Ron’s cock inflated and grew bigger and bigger. His balls tightened against him and I watched his biceps bulge as he jerked his big cock and grinned at me.

Top, skirt and shoes flew across the floor.

I laid back and undid my bra and tossed it at him, grinning, and then Ron lowered himself on top of me. We kissed and he rubbed my swelling clit with his big cockhead and I thought I was ready to explode.

I surprised him and pushed him to his back and then I put Ron’s big cock into my mouth. I was greedy and I stuffed it into my mouth, loving the sweat and his thickness. The rumors were true, he was so much bigger than my ex boyfriend. He had strong abs and big calves. He had a chiseled jaw and he had arms that any girl would want to squeeze. I was about to fuck a fuck machine.

I sucked him so fast and so greedily that I thought Ron would cum in my mouth like Tyler used to. Nothing, just him enjoying it and getting harder. Then I lifted myself up and onto that big meaty cock.

Have you ever fucked a guy that is so big he feels like he fills every inch of you? Ron. That was him. This motherfucker was so big that I felt him in my stomach and I kept lowering myself. It was like fucking a baseball bat. His cock was scorching hot inside me, inch by inch spreading me and filling me. He was hard but spongy at the same time. It was amazing and beautiful.

By the time I was used to him and working on a rhythm, my very escort beşiktaş wet pussy was sliding over the length of his big shaft. There was so much to him that I would lean back and be surprised about how much size he had. We were fucking angrily and it was hot. Moans from me and growls from him.

He pounded my G spot over and over and I felt that hot thick cock touch places inside me that no other cock ever reached. It was like he took some missing part of my virginity with that inflated fuck rod.

I felt the orgasm build up but I ignored it because I was so in the mood to keep fucking this big dicked bad boy. I watched the sweat build on his face and his perfect chest and I leaned down to kiss Ron as I kept pounding him.

By the time the orgasm exploded in me it had been building up in my feet, my hands, my neck, and the waves I usually felt when I came were replaced with a hot throbbing and I couldn’t move. I slowly eased off that still-firm cock and noticed Ron hadn’t came yet.

“Anything wrong?” I panted.

He gave a short laugh. “No. You just didn’t tell me I could get off yet.”

…I’m still wet over that.

“Cum, baby. Give me that cum right now.” I started to jack him off and I put a finger into his asshole suddenly, feeling for his prostate. Suddenly this beefy, muscular man was writhing and moving around and moaning, so I really enjoyed sucking and jerking that big fat cock like it was my toy. It was.

I saw him starting to get close, so I jerked him even harder. I pulled my finger out of his ass and pointed to my mouth over and over.

When Ron came, it was the thickest, heaviest cum explosion I’ve ever seen. It splashed my face, my mouth, my tits and my neck. He shot rope after rope of creamy, yummy cum. Boys who work out know how to make those shakes and make a tasty cum treat.

He threw his head to the side and panted, chuckling a little. I was still orgasmic and feeling like I had a pretty incredible conquest. This beautiful, muscular big dicked boy was not only able to fuck me like a champ but he knew how to let me pleasure my cunt on that big fat cock of his.

Only one thing was missing.

I hoped the night would go well, so I thought I’d have some fun with Tyler.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower, washed all the cum and sweat off me and restyled my short hair. I put on my purple bra and sexy thong panties and posed in the mirror. Yeah, this looked about right.

I texted Tyler.

Me: “Hey, you up?”

And then I did a pose in my underwear- side shot showing off my sexy ass through my thong and flexing my small but impressive bicep with some cleavage showing. I was smirking to hide my just-fucked grin.

I took a selfie and texted him before he could reply.

Him: “Whoa, dude. You look amazinggg…!!!”

Me: “I know. Like my new body?”

Him: “Yeah. Can I see it in person? :)”

Me: “I don’t know, I like big cocks. Maybe you need to measure it to show me how big you are with a tape measure.”

Like magic, that text came back with a photo of his cock and a tape measure. 6 and a half inches and thick. Same as it ever was. This was so naughty…

Me: “That’s pretty sexy. That deserves another picture.” I can still imagine the leering face he probably made to that.

I went back into the bedroom with my phone. Ron was worn out like he just got fucked hard and finger fucked by an athletic woman who wanted his nuts for months. He wasn’t asleep, more like being lazy and catching his breath.

I slowly started to pump that big cock and I slipped my finger into his ass again as I grinned at him.

He was surprised but into it.

“Shut up and enjoy it, you fucking slut. You better give me that big cock.”

He grew harder by the second after hearing that. I watched him tense his abs and straighten up his pillow, giant biceps swelling and tensing. Hot. I slapped that big dick against his thigh a few times to hear the smack.

Ron’s cock stood at full attention and his balls were nice and tight again. He was one hung bastard and I loved it.

I gripped those balls and gently nibbled his cockhead. “Feel like a joke on Tyler?”

****

I talked to Tyler after this, but it was never the same. He was much more desperate and needy to talk to me because I showed him up so badly.

The last photo he got that night was of me gripping his best friend’s huge cock in my hand and raising my eyebrow as Ron was nibbling my ear and playing with my tits.

Me: “Nice cock, but Ron’s much bigger than 6 and a half inches and he fucks like a champ. Can you give me a ride over here the next time I sit on this?”

Ron was really into that. He went three more times that night, and we dated for a while. The worst part was Tyler acting weird about it, but I didn’t want him to be left out.

We sent him photos and he never complained. I like to think he was turned on by watching my tight body do dirty things to his best friend.

The End

….Of this story, but I have more.

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