Category Sex Hikayeleri

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Robin scented her neck with perfume, checking her hair in the mirror a final time when she heard the door bell. She smiled, checking her breasts before heading off to answer. She unlocked it, and turned the knob smiling as she saw Logan’s new appeal. He dressed in a rather casual manner, far better than the overalls at the center that day. He smiled at her with a look as if stunned:

Logan: “Looking good there.”

Robin: “Thank You, come in; I’m just about ready.”

Logan stepped through and Robin shut the door behind him, her eyes vexed over his firm back and broad shoulders. He wore a dark clad t-shirt with skulls, roses, and a guitar of sorts. His aroma of aftershave wavered in the air as he passed by her. Those same familiar tattoo’s were visible, the tribal design on the neck with a rose, and a new one she could see on the underside of his left forearm. He shaved the sideburns from what she could tell, but still maintained a neatly trimmed goatee along the underside of his chin. A large silver earring hung from his left ear. The tight denim of his dark worn jeans fitted him nicely as she could make out his buttocks and down to the back of his strong thighs. The cuffs worn and old with shredded fabric and he wore boots. She came back to reality when she looked up and saw he had caught her staring, she grinned and looked down as she felt her face burning having been caught:

Robin: “I’ll be right back.”

Logan: “Take your time…” *Grinning as she walked to the stairs and ascended to the 2nd floor.*

Logan walked around and waited patiently. The sound of her movement upstairs was quick, but not quiet. She did look lavish tonight. Her hair was washed and very well conditioned, the scent of her perfume and the shampoo made being close to her very yummy. Logan always found an attraction to women who drove him nuts by scent and taste. And what a taste she had, as he thought back the corresponding day in the sauna. After that he wasn’t entirely sure if it was a fluke or something else, but he surely didn’t expect it… best to take things as they come he thought. And now tonight, who knows what would happen. Surprises were always fun. Suddenly he heard approaching footsteps, he looked to the stairs to see her descending in a thigh length denim skirt, a nice 1 piece brown top woven around her neck, her hair up in a ponytail, but most notable features were her wide smile and the eyes. Her eyes twinkled with a wide smile as she approached and turned to show herself in full, they gazed at his with a soft hint of dark eye shadow and eye liner. He came forward and took her into his arms, giving her a small kiss. But as he attempted to pull back, Robin pulled him in close again and kissed more, for the following 3 minutes the two were slowly and deeply kissing, swirling tongues and lightly sucking on each others. When they finally broke the kiss, Robin grinned and bit her lip. Logan himself had to take a breath:

Robin: “Ahahahaha! You okay?”

Logan: “Oh I’m good, but damn you take a man’s oxygen… let’s get going before it gets too far out of control.”

Robin laughed again, reaching over for her cell phone, purse, and keys. Shutting off the lights to her sitting room, She and Logan stepped outside. Locking the Front Door they stepped down and separated suddenly:

Logan: “Where you going, I brought my car.”

Robin: “Oh c’mon we’ll take my truck, it’ll be fine.”

Logan nodded and followed her to a massive truck, it was a 4×4 Pick Up, a dark green color, he couldn’t make out the maker but it was a Dodge. The High Suspension of the truck’s frame made it very mobile over rocky terrain and maybe even off road worthy for trails and mountains. The two climbed up and inside, the cool night outside was greeted by a half moon and star filled sky. As Robin turned the key she started it with a loud rev of the engine, and putting it into reverse; they were off.

********************************

1 Hour later the two pulled out of the bar, not having had too many drinks. Robin walked alongside Logan, he grinned and turned:

Logan: “So now what, no place to eat, it’s late…”

Robin: “Your right, let’s go for a drive.”

Logan agreed and climbed in, unsure where they’d go. Checking his watch it was almost 2 A.M. They drove, passing by the center of town, they traveled along the main junction to the exit of the out skirts and into the countryside which was nothing but mild forest and desert. The quiet hum of the truck only was fixed with the soft music on the radio, Logan looked out the window at the dark night as it spliced with the outside of the window. Robin spoke up:

Robin: “Hey reach under there, below your feet.”

Logan looked blindly, his hands searching into the darkness below him under the seat as he felt his hand hit a glass material, a bottle. He pulled it up and found it was liquor.

Logan: “Where did you get this?”

Robin grinned: “A friend of a friend.”

Logan: “Well who’s going to drive back?”

Robin: “Who said anything of going back tonight?”

Before Logan could respond, he felt her hand reach across and rub his shoulder, down over his chest and stomach. Rubbing and scratching through his shirt. He sat there and looked down, not completely clear.

Logan: “You fikirtepe escort got something in mind?”

Robin: “One or Two things…” *as she ran her hand down and slipped it under his shirt, feeling the hint of abs*

He looked over at her to see her grinning ear to ear, her head turning to glance once or twice. She slowed her speed down somewhat, Logan turned his head around to look out and see no one was behind them or coming for that matter. She ran her hand down and began to rub the crotch of his jeans, feeling the outline of his manhood through the tough cloth; she took it in hand and gave it a squeeze, rubbing it’s length a few more times. Logan looked out back again and than his eye caught something, in the back seat of the truck were some pillows. And a large sleeping bag, rolled snuggly up. Than it hit him. This was a truck, built to go to anyplace with tough terrain, places people would need to get to on foot so it would be a remote and isolated place. It was a truck, with a great sense of not only work effort, but who was to say the flatbed would JUST be for work… could be for REST too. It all made sense, the liquor, the sleeping bag, the pillows, and the middle of no where. Nice clean air, middle of the night, alone, nobody around.

Logan suddenly felt her turn on a road, her hand darting back to the steering wheel as she used both hands to turn it… the truck shuddering as it started to climb UP, no longer appearing to be on a form of a paved road anymore, but a dirt road inclined upward at an angle. The truck shook slightly as she kept a steady track of climbing. Logan took this as an opportunity, his hand ran over and felt across her right leg, rubbing the smooth skin up and down. His fingers squeezing up her skin and rubbing it out as he massaged his way easily and steadily up and down her thigh. Robin herself grinned and felt leg shiver as they attempted to close. Her hands squeezed the steering wheel as she tried to keep focused, she gave a quick glance over to him as he sat back with his hand extended out to her leg. The truck shook again as she made another turn up this trail, outside nothing but a tree line was visible, they were climbing a hill of some sorts as the dirt road gradually turned to a desert mixture. Outside them the dark swallowed them, the light from the headlights was all they could make.

Robin: “Okay your distracting me with that, I think this is far enough. Best get that drink ready…”

Logan grinned; stopping his massaging of her thigh, and taking up the bottle of booze. The truck stopped and Robin put it in park, turning off the engine and killing the headlights. The rustle of her shifting around in her seat and facing Logan, he popped the cork and offered her the bottle.

Logan: “Tequila?”

Robin: “White Wine.” *She took the bottle and took a light swig from it, handing it back* Logan nodded: “Not bad… not bad.”

He took the bottle and took a swig as well, as he let the bottle exit his lips, he felt Robin climb over-top of his lap. She attempted to straddle him but her skirt prevented her from dividing her legs to sit down. She reached behind her, pulling the denim cloth of her skirt up an over her ass. She gripped his face with both hands, running them down his neck and up to his temples, he leaned back so much his head hit the window of the passenger door. Robin laughed quietly as she kissed him, tasting the wine that he had swallowed seconds before. Her hands massaged and ran up and down his features of his face, Logan himself blindly set the bottle down in a holder just below, his one hand running up along her neck and down her back. His other hand traveling up her leg and around, feeling her ass. Robin kissed Logan, her breathing slightly heavy, her hands ran up to the scalp of his head and grasped what hair she could grip. Squeezing it as she broke the kiss and pulled on his lips, letting it go:

Logan: “You planned this didn’t you…” *He whispered*

Robin: “Mhmm…” *she grinned biting her lip as she felt his hands travel up both her ass cheeks*

He gripped them with a firm squeeze, the palms cupping them while his fingers outstretched and gave a firm grip to her flesh as he massaged, squeezed, and ran them around on her ass. His fingertips at times brushed against the silky lace material of her panties, finding the band on her hips he hooked them with his thumbs and pulled them up tighter. Her hips began to steadily grind and rotate on his lap, Robin leaned back some and reached behind her with a hand to search for his cock through his jeans. Logan let go of her ass and reached up, pulling the top to the side, exposing her breasts. The nipples hard and protruding out like the heads of erasers on pencils, the areolas were pop corning as they felt the cool air settling over the truck. Robin stopped and reached in the back for a pillow:

Robin: “Here sit up for a sec.”

Logan did as asked, allowing her to slip the small pillow behind his head on the door he relaxed his head in comfort again. Robin grinned and leaned back, finding his crotch and rubbing it up and down with her hand, raking her long finger nails over the surface through his jeans to tease him. Logan looked up and could now make her out in the dark a bit better having his eyes adjusted gebze escort to the dark now. He could see her wide grin as she watched his hands grope her tits, he could make out the defining features of her nipples and even below he could see the outline of the dark cloth of her panties as they snuggly fit up against her mound with the skirt bunched up just above them with it hiked up. He groped and massaged her tits, feeling them over and rolling the erect nipples in between his thumb and index finger. He felt her fingers fumble and undo the button an zipper to his jeans, her hand slipping inside his boxer briefs and searching, feeling his semi-erect cock, but something else. She felt no hair, she looked down with a curious grin:

Robin: “Oh! You shaved?”

Logan: “Yep… thought I’d do something different.” Robin: “Niiiice.” *she hissed as she pulled his member out* “Stay there for a sec..”

Robin thought for a moment and slung her body around, turning around she brought her left leg up and set it on Logan’s seat just to his left side, she rested her right leg on his right side and eased back to his face. Logan licked his lip as he had her pussy inches from his face, he felt her below him as well. It was perhaps quite the adjustment for a 69 position. He ran his hands up her ass and raked his finger nails down the cheeks, gripping them tightly and even gave her one right cheek a hard sharp slap. The impact made Robin squeak loudly as she looked over her shoulder to see his hands roaming across her ass and over her panties, he ran his index finger up and down the crease of her lips through her panties. Robin gathered her self-control taking up his erect cock in hand, it’s size was almost bigger than she remembered in the Sauna. Her thoughts drifted back in her mind as she felt her pussy growing more and more moist. The steam, humid and moist air in that sauna. How she sucked him off and played with her pussy, it was so hot, she wanted to feel his tongue… she longed to be filled up by this big cock. She stroked and spat on the head, lathering it in her saliva as she did a nice circle-jerk motion with her wrist, than went very fast up and down, slowing down at the last second to go nice and slow, giving it a hard firm squeeze till the head was a soft pink. Behind her she could hear Logan’s sighs, his growls in response to her hand working it’s wonderful magic on his member.

He reached up and pulled her panties to the side over her cheek, her lush pussy glistening with wetness in the soft glow of the starlight, even in the dark of the truck he could see she was wet, very wet. He ran his hands up her ass, his thumbs brushing along the outer folds as he spread her cheeks and looked hungrily at her moist lips, inhaling their sweet scent. Extending his tongue he flicked the tip lightly over the outer folds, Robin felt a soft chill run up over her tail bone and along under her, across her stomach. She pushed back further, and felt his tongue lightly flicking over her lips, the sweet warmth of chills rippling out over her flesh as his tongue lightly danced over her inner lips. She grit her teeth:

Robin: “Oh, ohh yeah baby…” *she hissed quietly through clenched teeth*

Her wrist still worked without rest, slow and fast, she proceeded to stroke and circle-jerk his cock to a towering stiff erection. Veins protruded around the sides and along the shaft, the head was slick with saliva and pre-cum that leaked, she lowered her head. Throwing her head of hair to the side out of her face, she ran her tongue up the side of his shaft slowly, starting from the base of it and working her way up. As she reached the underside of his crown, she swirled her tongue around the head, flicking the very tip lightly and rapidly. Below Logan felt her mouth working him, her hand still squeezing his shaft, but he could feel her warm wet tongue all over his shaft and head. He squeezed his eyes tightly as he lapped her one last time before sucking her lips into his mouth, his tongue probing at times to lap her inner folds as he slurped her lips. Robin took his head into her mouth and slurped on the head, her hand stroking his shaft as she bobbed up and down with her lips wrapped around the head, sucking on the tip of his hard cock light and at times hard as well. She finally let go of his shaft and took more of him into her mouth, slowly… ever so slowly she began a slow rhythm, his cock went in and out, her tongue swirled around the shaft, her lips tightly squeezed around as she slurped an sucked. The warmth and wet fluids of her saliva was like a creamy lather around his cock to Logan. He gripped her ass firmer now and slurped harder, his tongue flicking up and down on Robin’s lips, he groaned to her sucking him. And as he managed to reach her clit he flicked it to force a muffled moan from Robin’s throat, her mouth filled with his meat. He wrapped his arms around her lower back and his hands held her ass in place as he felt her moving her hips on his face, he lapped her juices and wet lips frequently with the flat side of his tongue. Sinking down in his seat he felt Robin’s leg on his right relax on his shoulder. She finally came up for air:

Robin *breathless* : “Fuck… Ha… oh yeah… Yeah baby!”

She caught her breath, wiping saliva that dribbled on her chin and reached içerenköy escort down to stroke his cock faster. Her other hand reaching for the bottle of wine… she took a long swig as she leaned back on his face. He grinned and ran his finger up and down on her lips, wiggling it back and forth as he eased it into her hungry cunt. The muscles contracting softly, squeezing his digit as he teased her. Robin groaned with a mouthful of wine and swallowed it, letting out a breath:

Robin *whispers*: “Oooooooooh yeeeeah baby… oh dammit… Mmm!”

She put the bottle down quickly before she lost her grip and dropped it, slapping her hand hard on the leather seat to regain a mental state of control. She looked over her shoulder, he struggled to get his bearings:

Logan: “Let’s go outside, I’ll grab the sleeping bag…”

Robin grinned and pulled away, he turned and the two exited the truck at almost the same time. Opening the passenger back door, Logan snatched the Sleeping bag and tossed it into the flatbed as he came half way down the back of the truck. As he came around Robin and him Connected with an intense kiss as they grabbed each other’s faces, Robin’s hair slightly loose from the ponytail. She reached down blindly still kissing Logan and stroked his exposed rigid cock still erect and pointing to the star filled night sky above. She didn’t wait for the back, she dropped below at the tailgate and from a crouched position began to suck him off again. He groaned and grit his teeth as he grabbed the tailgate for support, looking down and watching. Watching the awesome site of this lavish attractive woman polishing his knob. She looked up with those intently dark eyes, her fingers lightly careening along the edge of his head slowly, her tongue swirling around as she was grinning. The attention she was giving the head of his cock was driving him nuts, nearly forcing him to double over:

Logan: “Fuck! Your driving me nuts with that on my head…”

He reached down and stopped her, she backed off and looked at it lustfully, wrapping her hand around the shaft. Stroking slowly down and back up again to the head. Moving in and giving the head another lick with the flat side of her tongue, she looked up at him again and took him into her mouth with an aggressive and fast slurp… bobbing her head with rhythm as she took almost all of him in for a deep throat. He groaned and tensed as she held him down for a moment, as she released him she coughed somewhat and took a breath with saliva dripping down her chin. Her fingers rubbing and stroking him still, she slurped on the head again. Her tongue coming around to run up the shaft and down again. Logan couldn’t take much more of this. He reached and grasped Robin’s hair with a hand guiding her to her feet. She stood and he kissed her, their tongues swirling and the fluids on her chin somewhat passing onto his, he pulled the tailgate down and reached for the sleeping bag. Unzipping it he flipped it open and threw the end out making a nice comfortable laying spot, he turned her and picked her up sitting her in the middle. While he stripped off his shirt he watched her peel off her shoes and socks, her top she pulled down but didn’t remove, same as her skirt. She pulled the sleeping bag back farther as he was climbing up into the back of the truck with her, she laid back on her elbows and gestured for him to come to her with her finger. Logan crawled between her legs and grasped them both, with force he pulled her closer. Making her laugh a bit as she felt his grip was strong and his assertion was aggressive, she liked it.

He gripped her ankles and pulled her legs apart in a nice “V-like” shape with her legs. Robin gripped them with her hands at the back of knees, with Logan’s own hands holding them in place at the thighs just below the buttocks. He looked up and pulled the panties to the side, he leaned in and gave her lips another slow lap with his tongue, he looked up at her face as she watched below. She could see his tongue, the flat side of it travel over her lips. As it left she could see the sweet fluids careening down his chin and dribble. He pushed her legs down and sucked her clit into his mouth, Robin moaned loudly to the night sky… her head falling back as she couldn’t keep it up, she looked to the star skies overhead as her eyes fluttered an finally closed all together. Logan slurped and sucked, swirling and rolling her swollen bean in his between his lips an teeth. Sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, before letting it go he gave a soft nibble, clenching it between his teeth and tugging it. He then rubbed her clit with his one index finger, while he probed her cunt with his tongue, lapping and swirling it up and down the inner walls, feeling the vaginal muscles twitch and the groin muscle flex. Her thighs shivered as she felt his mouth suck in her lips, slurping them and tugging on them like he did with her clit. She looked down and watched, the intense feeling was as hot as watching below. She felt her fingernails clawing the wool of the sleeping bag, she felt her stomach and thighs quivering in a warm ripple effect of chills from small to large cascaded out over her body. She ran her hands down and squeezed her tits, her thumbs pinching the nipple of her left breast before bringing it up to flick her tongue over it. Her free hand ran up and pulled the tie from her dark hair, letting it fall loose. She gathered most of it and squeezed it painfully atop her scalp to hopefully drown out the chills she felt washing over her, but it only helped slightly.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Jen arrived at her friend Dawn’s apartment for dinner with a bottle of red wine. Dawn’s lover Tyrone would be joining them as well. The original plan was for Jen’s boyfriend Arron to join them but he backed out at the last minute because a friend of his had tickets to the game. Jen was furious that her calloused boyfriend for just brushing off their dinner date without so much as a second thought. Jen was determined to have a good time with her friends without him. Jen was dressed in a pretty black short dress, low cut with a push-up bra accentuating her small breasts. She wore matching black heels. She had her dark hair cut in a pixie style; she wore red lipstick and blue eye shadow over her brown eyes.

Dawn greeted Jen at the door with a kiss to the cheek and a great big hug. “Thanks for inviting me to dinner, Dawn. Sorry that Arron couldn’t make it but he says hi.”

“It’s okay. I know we’ll have a good time with just the three of us. Tyrone’s already here he is just getting cleaned up. Ooh! Red wine my favorite.” Dawn wore her curly blonde hair in a ponytail and wore very little in terms of make-up. Just a slight touch of blush with pink lip gloss. Jen thought her friend had the prettiest green eyes. Dawn was in a tight red dress which was taught against her body showing off her full figure and her breasts were practically falling out of the top. She wore red heels with her ensemble.

“You look really beautiful, Dawn. I love that dress. You’re working it girl.”

“Me? Look at you in that pretty black thing? Your legs are looking good. Give us a twirl.” Jen spun around for her friend pretending to be a model. The girls had a good laugh. Just then they heard a high pitched whistle.

“Damn both of you ladies are looking mighty fine tonight!” Tyrone walked out of the bedroom wrapped in just a towel.

“Boy! What’s the big idea coming walking out here like that?” Dawn hissed at him.

“I just stepped out of the shower. I didn’t get a chance to finish getting ready. I heard you guys out here chit chatting and wanted to say hello to little Jen. It’s good to see you again.”

He walked over to her and brought her in close for a hug pressing her face close to his muscular chest. He had spritzed on some cologne before coming out. Jen felt a bit flustered at being hugged so close by her best friend’s nearly naked boyfriend. But boy did he smell amazing.

“It’s good to see all of…you too!” She wasn’t kidding. She found his muscular physique to be most impressive indeed.

“Jen was nice enough to bring over a bottle of red wine for dinner. Wasn’t that nice? Now why don’t you go and get dressed dinner is almost ready.”

“You got it babe.” On his way to the bedroom he grabbed and squeezed Dawn’s ample ass and said he was starved and was looking forward to a little sugar for dessert afterwards. She chuckled and smacked his arm telling him to behave himself. She turned her attention back to Jen with a mischievous grin and said how bad he was. “Come on girl let’s sip on some of that wine while he gets ready.”

They sipped on a couple of glasses of wine while Dawn finished preparing dinner. Tyrone joined them in due time in dress pants, sneakers and a vest with no shirt underneath showing off his bulky arms and broad chest. “Something sure smells good.”

“Here have some wine babe.” Dawn offered him up her glass for a taste but instead he dove in for a deep and sloppy kiss. “Mmmm. That is good. A very fine vintage indeed.”

“Boy. Will you behave yourself? Sit down so we can eat.” Jen thought it was so cute that her friends were so affectionate with each other. She missed those days with her own boyfriend. She missed that passion. The trio polished off that bottle of wine with their dinner and proceeded to chase the wine down with some shots of tequila. Jen was feeling good and tipsy, they all were. The conversation flowed freely and a good time was being had by all. They moved to the living room to continue with the festivities where the girls decided to remove their heels and get a bit more comfy. Tyrone excused himself to use the restroom.

“Tyrone can’t seem to keep his hands off you tonight. I can’t say that I blame him with that red dress you’re wearing. It would drive any man wild.” Jen said.

“Before you arrived we had a quickie. He was as horny as fuck and he still is. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in the bathroom jacking off right now.”

“Wow! Really? Arron cums just once and then he’s out for the count.”

“Girl, Tyrone can go all day and all night. That boy can never seem to get enough of it. He wanted me to call you up and tell you not to come for dinner because he wanted to keep going. I am so spoiled. Don’t even get me started on that big dick of his. Jesus. I’ve never been with a man that big.”

“How big is he?” Jen was most curious.

“Girl, like maybe a good ten inches and it’s as thick as fuck. I’m getting all hot and bothered just talking about it.’ Dawn fanned herself with her hand and drew a long kaynarca escort breath.

“Damn girl. Are you serious? Ten fucking inches? Arron is maybe five and half inches on a good day. And you can take all that? It doesn’t hurt?”

“The very first time it was a snug fit but now it fits like a glove. A very tight glove.” The girls cackled.

“What are you all laughing about out here?” The girls burst out laughing again. “Nothing babe. Why don’t you get us some more shots?” Tyrone went to the kitchen to grab the bottle of tequila. He poured the shots and the trio downed them in an instant. Tyrone nestled himself on to the couch next to Dawn and brought her in for a deep, long and passionate kiss. He grabbed and squeezed one of her ample bosoms while he was it. Jen shifted a bit uncomfortably in her seat. Her friends didn’t seem to be coming up for air. She was thinking that maybe this was her cue to up and leave. She stood up not realizing how much she had actually had to drink and nearly toppled over falling onto Tyrone’s lap. This caused the affectionate couple to break their kiss.

“You okay girlie?” Dawn burst out laughing.

“I am so sorry guys. I was just getting ready to leave.” She stammered.

“You’re not going anywhere sweetie. You have had way too much drink. You are spending the night with us. Okay?”

“Oh, no. I don’t want to impose. I can see that you guys have uh, business to take care of.” Jen felt so embarrassed at her drunken clumsiness.

“We’re not taking no for an answer. You are staying and that is that.” Dawn insisted.

“Babe. If Jen says she’s okay then leave it at that.” Tyrone was clearly horny as hell and wanted to pound the shit out of his girl at this very moment and was ready to have little Jen be on her way.

“Don’t be a dick. She is staying. Honey you can come and sleep with me in my bed.”

“Wait. What about me?”

“Tyrone, you’re staying on the couch tonight babe. Sorry.”

“You got to be kidding me?!” He was clearly annoyed with this sudden change of plans.

“No. I’m not. Come here hon. Follow me and let’s get you settled in while we leave Tyrone on the couch to pout.” Dawn took Jen by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Dawn found Jen an oversized shirt to slip into and pulled out one for herself. These shirts actually belonged to her boyfriend and were perfect as sleepwear for these two lovely young ladies.

“Dawn, will you help me unzip my dress?” Jen turned her back to her friend. Dawn pulled the zipper down on the back of her dress. She also assisted her in slipping it off her body. Jen was now dressed in only a black push-up and black boy cut panties showing off her cute little ass. Dawn gave it a smack for good measure causing Jen to let out a little chuckle.

“What’s the big idea, Dawn?”

“Maybe I think that you have a sexy ass.” Jen blushed at her friend’s comment.

“Do you want me to help you with your dress now?” Dawn said yes please and turned around. Jennifer pulled Dawn’s zipper down the back of her red dress and aided in her in getting out of it as well.

Dawn was now clad in only a flesh colored bra and panties. Dawn’s double-D’s were screaming to pop out of her top and she heeded their call. She unhooked the back of her bra and her boobs popped right out in all their glory. Jen could not help but stare at her friend’s glorious fleshy orbs of goodness. Dawn large brown nips appeared to be hard.

“See something you like girlie?” Dawn asked.

“I am so jealous, Dawn. You have got the nicest biggest tits that I have ever seen.”

“Girl yours are cute too.” Jen removed her own bra now.

“Yeah, right. Mine are practically nonexistent compared to what you have.”

“I’m sure Arron must have fun with those.”

“He seems to enjoy paying ample attention to them when we fuck.”

“See. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I’m sure the only person feeling hard right now is your boy.” They chuckled at that.

Tyrone strolled casually into the room before the girls had a chance to slip on their shirts. Jen covered herself quickly with Tyrone’s oversized shirt. Dawn didn’t make an attempt to cover up. “What the hell are you doing? Are you nuts? You should have knocked first.”

“Oh, sorry babe. I thought you guys were decent.” He sincerely seemed embarrassed at having walked in on them in their sate of undress. Dawn rolled her eyes. “Jen give me a minute. He isn’t going to be happy until we take care of some business.” She led him by the hand to the bathroom that was in their bedroom. Jen waited until they were out of sight before she quickly put on the shirt that she was using to cover her bare chest and slid into bed and pulled the sheets over herself. She was mortified. She half contemplated leaving right then and there while her friends were preoccupied. But thought better of it. Dawn was right in that she was way too drunk to be driving home at this hour.

It wasn’t long before she heard the unmistakable küçükyalı escort sounds of coitus going on in her friend’s bathroom. She heard Tyrone grunting like a wild beast and her buddy Dawn screaming her head off. Jen could not believe the sounds that were coming from in there. Her lovemaking sessions with Arron were nowhere near as intense as what was going on in the other room. She could hear the familiar smacking of flesh pounding into flesh. Jen’s nipples began to harden and her pussy was nice and moist. God she was so horny. She could not recall the last time she had received a proper fucking from a man. She reached down between her legs under the sheets and began petting her hairy cookie. She breathed in heavily. She could not believe she was about to pleasure herself in her friend’s bed while the very same friend was getting the dickens slammed out of her in the next room.

“Pound me! Pound me! Pound me baby!” Dawn screamed.

“Fuck baby! I been waiting to do this to you all night long. It feels so good!” Tyrone retorted.

“Oh me too baby! Don’t stop baby! Pound my pussy!” Hearing her good friends talking filthy to each other as they fucked caused Jen’s sex drive to go through the roof. She was ferociously massaging her own pussy desperately trying to reach orgasm before her friends finished up their session and walked in on her. How embarrassing would that be?

“Oh, baby please! I’m almost there! For the love of God make me fucking cum!!!” Dawn howled.

“Ah shit! I’m about there too baby! Cum with me baby! Ohhhhh shhhiiit!!!” Tyrone growled.

“OH fuck!!! I’m cumming too!!!” Dawn screeched.

Things fell silent as Jen was furiously trying to make herself cum. After a few moments the door opened up and Tyrone stepped out first wearing only his boxer shorts followed by a fully nude Dawn with frazzled hair and flushed cheeks. Jen quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy hoping they didn’t notice what she was doing and did her best to pretend that she had already fallen asleep. Tyrone kissed Dawn good night and headed off to the couch to rest up from his one on one session with his girl. Dawn grabbed her shirt that she had dropped on the floor earlier and finally put it on before slipping into bed with Jen.

Jen pretended to rouse from her faux slumber. “Hey, girl.”

Dawn gave her a Cheshire cat like grin. “I hope we didn’t make too much noise for you?”

“What? I was knocked out I didn’t hear anything.” Jen hoped that Dawn believed her little white lie. Jen was so disappointed. She hadn’t had time to cum yet. Dawn quickly passed out into a peaceful slumber. Jen knew that she would not be able to fall asleep with the fire raging between her legs. She stealthily as she could slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom for some solo action. She sat on the toilet and the cold porcelain against her hot skin caused her to shiver a bit.

She slid off her shirt and slid down her panties so she could get down to business unencumbered. She rubbed her clit with one hand and with her free hand rubbed her little titties. She was replaying the events that had taken place in that very bathroom just moments prior. Imagining Dawn bent over the sink getting reamed by Tyrone’s giant schlong. She couldn’t get the image out of her head. Tyrone was a fine male specimen and Jen imagined what it might be like to be the one on the receiving end of his giant black piston. She was so close now, oh so very close. The moment finally arrived and she was overcome with the ferocity of her orgasm and she let out a little shriek as she reached her peak.

She took a moment to gather herself before putting her nightshirt back on and headed off to bed with Dawn. She completely forgot about her panties on Dawn’s bathroom floor. She slipped into bed feeling satiated and grateful for the sweet release of orgasm.

Dawn rolled over to face her friend. “Are you alright? I thought I heard you scream.”

“Um, yeah. I just stubbed my toe and boy did it hurt.” Jennifer was glad all the lights were off so her friend could not see her blushing profusely.

“Oh. Ok. As long as you’re alright.” After a few moments the girls heard grunting and groaning coming from the living room.

“What’s going on in there?” Jen asked.

“Oh, it’s just Tyrone watching one of his porno tapes. He’s probably jacking off out there. I told you that boy can go all fucking night. If you weren’t here he and I would still be going at it fast and furious.”

“I’m so sorry Dawn. If it weren’t for me you would be having a whole hell of a lot more fun with Tyrone than with me in your bed.”

“Girl don’t even fret about it. I like having you here. It’s been awhile since we have had a sleep over. Just get some sleep.” Both girls said good night and drifted off sleep.

Jen stirred in her sleep sometime later because she felt something going on in the bed next to her. Someone had turned the lamp back on. She wasn’t sure how long she had been out but her head still felt sancaktepe escort fuzzy from all the alcohol she had consumed earlier in the evening. She saw what looked to be Tyrone lying next to her in the bed mumbling something with his eyes closed but no Dawn. Where the hell was she? She looked farther down and saw Dawn naked once again going to town on Tyrone’s cock with her mouth. Slurp. Suck. Slurp.

Oh my God. What the hell was happening? Was she dreaming? This could not be happening. Jen was sitting up in bed staring in disbelief at the live sex show going on in the bed next to her.

“That’s it baby suck my dick!” Dawn plopped his dick out of her mouth. “Pipe down idiot you’re going to wake Jen up.”

“Man I don’t care just keep sucking my dick already!” Dawn looked up and noticed Jen staring. She just laughed.

“Sorry hon we didn’t mean to wake you. We can go to the other room.” Tyrone was in a frenzied state at this point he grabbed the back of Dawn’s head and shoved it back down on his dick. He kept his hands on the back of her head and began bucking his hips and literally began to fuck her face. Dawn had no choice but to keep on sucking because Tyrone was determined to finish and he would not be denied. Jen was turned on beyond all reason at this point. Why couldn’t her love life be this exciting and passionate? Tyrone kept one hand on the back of Dawn’s head and with his free hand he reached behind Jen’s head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Jen didn’t have time to process what was happening until Tyrone had his tongue deep in her mouth. She kissed him back just as passionately as he was kissing her. He released her and she looked into his eyes and smiled. She sat back up and removed her shirt. Shit is about to get real. She goes back to kissing Tyrone frenziedly and allows her hands to roam freely all over his muscular arms; chest and abs. Dawn kept sucking away at her man unaware of what was happening up top. Tyrone wrapped his arms around Jen and held her close as they continued kissing.

Jen’s boyfriend had begged her for a threesome many a time and Jen was always disgusted and disturbed by the fact that she didn’t seem to be enough to keep her man satisfied. She had never found the idea of a threesome appealing. Especially since she was not into girls herself. Her friend Dawn had made out with girls on occasion at the clubs when she has had one too many but as far as she knew she had never dabbled beyond that. Jen could not believe that this was actually happening. Dawn finally came up for air and saw her best friend and her man locked in a passionate embrace.

“Well, you two seem to be getting chummy.” Dawn said with a devilish grin.

Jen snapped back to reality. “Dawn, I am so sorry. I…”

“It’s okay. I should be apologizing to you for disturbing you. I told you that his sex drive is something else. He can never seem to get enough. Maybe between the two of us we can finally quench his thirst so to speak. He has been begging me for a threesome for some time now and it looks like tonight he is going to get his wish.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I love you and wouldn’t want anything to come between our friendship.” Jen told her friend.

“It’s okay honey. I love you too. We’re best friends and friends should share and share alike am I right?”

Tyrone could not believe his good fortune. “Yeah, Jen. We’re all friends here. Dawn has been wanting me to get to know her friends better. No time like the present.”

“As you can see he likes a good dick sucking. Come on it’s your turn.” Jen wasn’t sure about this. He is so big. Far bigger than any man she had ever been with. Tyrone noticed her concern and attempted to allay her fears. She didn’t care her to suck her own boyfriend’s medium sized dick but this…This was a whole different animal altogether.

“It will be fine. Just try it and let Dawn show you how it’s done.” He kissed her again and then he flashed her his winning smile that he used whenever he tried talking Dawn into something she wasn’t sure about.

That smile caused her to melt. Goddamn he was so handsome. She could totally see why Dawn fell head over heels in love with him. She kissed him again and then she kissed and licked her way down his muscular chest and abs until her head was next Dawn’s over his large dick.

She sucked the head slowly at first trying to get a feel for it. She did this for about a minute or so before he could no longer take it. He pushed down on the back of her head with his hands and shoved as much of his cock down her throat as he could before she began gagging on his girth and length.

“Hey! Take it easy asshole! She is not use to your size like I am.” Dawn chided him.

“Sorry, babe.” Tyrone said sheepishly.

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want honey.” Dawn said to her friend.

“It’s okay, Dawn. He was just being a bit over zealous. I wouldn’t want to deprive Tyrone of his fantasy. What kind of guest would I be if I didn’t make every attempt to repay the generosity of my gracious hosts?” With that Jen went back to dutifully sucking Tyrone off. Dawn looked up at Tyrone and blew him a kiss and mouthed I love you. Dawn brushed the hair away from Jen’s face and offred her words of encouragement.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“Shhh…be quiet…must NOT wake the step-oogler.”

I heard my step-daughter Amanda drunkenly stumbling down the hallway past my door towards her room. I knew she would be talking to her bff, Kara. Kara had arrived about eight hours ago and after a very awkward set of introductions, the two twenty year olds had dashed out in search of alcohol, dancing and boys, dressed like tarts. In other words, a typical young folks New Year’s Eve.

“Step.-oogler, waz ‘at?” Kara slurred.

“You know how step-mothers get called step-monsters. Well, there’s no similar term for step-fathers. Since Bert can’t resist undressing me with his eyes, I think of him as the step-oogler. I made up the term.”

Amanda giggled at her own cleverness. Not that I could deny the term was both clever and accurate. This holiday season was only my second meeting with Amanda, and the first extended visit. I had met her mom last New Year’s eve, accidentally impregnated her, so we had a quickie wedding in April. Amanda had lived with her Dad since the split years ago – my wife had abandoned them for another guy who had not lasted – and only begrudgingly flew in for the wedding, bringing her Dad as the “plus one” just to try to piss off her mother. It had worked to the extent that my bride had gotten drunk in spite of her pregnancy.

The wedding, having gotten off on that wrong foot, meant the marriage was rocky from day one and my wife came to use the 2 a.m. feedings as an excuse to sleep in the nursery. In spite of my fetishes for pregnant women and nursing moms, I was left to my own devices most nights. The fetishes just ensured that I was half chubby all day and needed self-relief at least twice a day to avoid inconvenient wood. Tonight, the anniversary of that fateful meeting, my wife had expressed enough milk that she could drink, which meant that she had passed out by ten p.m. I had left her under a blanket on the couch in the den. The baby was across the hall in the crib, both doors ajar as a failsafe in case I slept through the baby monitor.

In the circumstances, it was shocking to have Amanda with us for the holidays. She had been booked to go to Aspen with her Dad, an annual tradition it seems, but he had been called overseas due to work. He had insisted she come stay with us and meet her little brother. Amanda had reluctantly agreed on condition that she be allowed to bring Kara along.

Having two college girls under my roof was a new experience for me. I had been too busy at the wedding to really check out Amanda, who largely had avoided me anyway. I do recall that she wore a formless dress that hung from spaghetti straps to past her knees. The low neckline and drop had suggested full breasts, without more than hinting at her cleavage. I must admit even that had given me a woodie, and I had wished to get a better look, but with both her parents hovering, I had behaved. When I had fucked my drunken bride later that night, images of my step-daughter were flowing through my mind – imagining boobs with no tan lines and extended excited nipples sensitive to a mature touch; an appreciation of the virtues of a little pain; full wide hips, but a firm ass…

When I had picked the girls up at the airport (my wife stayed home with the baby), I had the opportunity to at least confirm about the ass, since both girls had travelled in skin tight jeans, obviously meant for fashion not comfort. Amanda had insisted on grabbing her own luggage, though I had offered, so I got a perfect view of her backside. Her hips were much more boyish than I had imagine, hardly any butt at all, but the demon in my slacks reminded me that a handful was enough in asses as well as tits.

What I really noticed a moment later was that Amanda’s butt was nothing in comparison to Kara’s. The tall raven haired guest was perfectly proportioned – hips just narrower than her shoulders – but what really stood out, literally, was the shelf like curve of a dancer’s rear end. I might have had to lick a bit of drool off my chin as I watched Kara load suitcases on the luggage trolley. My long loose sweater strategically covered my instant bulge.

Despite their having just had a flight to chatter, Amanda had insisted that both of them ride in the back of the car, no doubt wanting to emphasize that I had no relationship with her. Their excitement about the baby soon switched to talk about partying, and several times they playfully teased each other about which one was a bigger slut. As if THAT was not enough to give me wood, Kara excitedly blurted out, “well, at least I don’t take it up the butt.”

In the rear view mirror, I expected to see Amanda blushing, but instead she had slapped Kara playfully and replied, “Ass fucking is wonderful, don’t knock it until you try it. I have better orgasms that way than when the guys just want to finger me twice, lick me once and then stick their throbbing cocks into my cunt and cum in like four of five thrusts.”

“You are SUCH a slut,” Kara had laughed, kaynarca escort leading to a playful slapfest that lasted until we got home. Almost immediately, the two chums had declared themselves exhausted by the trip. My wife went to feed the baby, and the gals vanished to the guest room they were sharing. That room had a wall in common with the master bedroom. I sat reading on my bed, muffled sounds of playful giggling teasing me.

I thought I heard some slaps of palm on ass, and imagined how great Kara’s ass might be to spank. Even watching her get spanked would be wonderful, I realized – the image of red palm print on creamy flesh gave me instant wood. As my cock tented my pants, I eased my zipper open. My organ sought fresh air, poking itself up out of the fly in my briefs. My book fell to my mattress as my hand curled around my shaft, my eyes closing all the better to focus on the springs squeaking on the other side of the wall. I imagined youthful lips suckling twenty year old nipples as I stroked my throbbing member. It only took about a dozen strokes for my balls, which had been aching since the airport, to tighten to my groin and allow great gobs of goo to spurt out my pee slit. I cupped my fist over the head of my cock, capturing the mess, intending to roll over for a tissue, but I nodded off, waking up an hour or so later to the sound of my wife in the kitchen. I noticed my door was open. Had I left it that way? Had she come in and seen my pathetic indulgence in self-abuse? Had she guessed the focus? Or, worse still, might Amanda and Kara have peeked in and snickered at my shrivelled manhood?

The two weeks since had passed quickly. The girls were seldom home, finding every excuse to go shopping, working out, hanging out, and partying every night, then sleeping until noon the next day or later. I never got a chance to peep at what they might be doing in their shared bed, or the extra shower built en suite in that room.

My imagination remained vivid enough that I was jerking off more than my normal once daily, retreating to the bedroom two or three times as the day unfolded, usually as my wife tended our son. Each night ended with me climaxing and then falling asleep with my cock relaxing in my fist, only to wake up with morning wood urgently demanding that I stroke myself to orgasm the next morning.

Amanda and Kara accidentally supplied just enough fuel to keep that fire burning. Though they both favoured sloppy sweats for the few moments they lounged around the house, in the morning. They might stumble to the kitchen for juice with their tank tops barely hiding braless breasts, and a five inch gap down to pajama pants, or on one memorable occasion, Amanda appearing wearing a matching set of lacy pink bra and bikini panties and no pants or shirt.

Though Amanda still treated her mother coolly, both girls seemed truly enchanted by the baby, so they tended to spend a few minutes each afternoon in the nursery. I found it easy to linger in the hallway and admire how their asses flexed even though the baggy sweats blurred the actual edges. When they lifted my son up from his crib and held him against their chests, I felt pangs of jealousy in my heart, envying the lucky little guy. MY little man stood at attention whenever his cheek rubbed a nipple. Neither girl seemed to bother with bras at home. The pokies in their sweats created bulges in my briefs.

When the ladies went to party, they teetered out of the house on six inch platforms, underwire bras elevating exposed cleavage at the top, long bare legs emerging from micro-skirts at the other. Or they wrapped a diaphanous sarong over a bikini that barely covered the nipples and the quim, with the simplest of flip flops to go to a beach party. My eyes never knew where to look. I knew that I should just look away, read a newspaper or fiddle with a gadget, but unless it was my imagination, the ladies went out of their way to tease me. Amanda might label me an oogler, but I would argue that it was all her doing, and that she loved the attention. There certainly seemed to be an abundance of giggles every time I was caught staring. My step-daughter would pose in the doorway, pivot like a model, and in a throaty voice inform me, “Don’t wait up, Daddy-o, us girls might be out ’til dawn.”

Of course I did more than oogle. The display and thoughts of what the young women might do until dawn never failed to leave my cock throbbing. Each evening I would go upstairs, hoping that my wife had put the baby down and be interested in a cuddle, but it never happened. Nursing and napping seemed to be the two options. So I would continue down the hall to my room and relieve myself, images of my step-daughter and her best pal dancing in my mind. Amanda naked, inviting me into the shower. Kara slowly stripping, dropping to her knees, sucking my cock. Both girls crouched on my bed, fighting over which of them would get my fat meat in their tight cunt first. Then the loser licking my cum out küçükyalı escort of the winner while I watched, slowly stroking my cock back to life so that I could fuck the second girl from behind while she ate out her friend.

New Year’s Eve was their last night in my house. Their plane back to school left the evening of New Year’s Day, the cheapest fare going. Before they headed out, Amanda left me strict instructions to let them sleep until the afternoon, because “there’s nothing worse than flying with a fucking hangover.”

I pointed out that at twenty she was still underage. That earned me the retort “Yeah, all you dirty old men just love THAT fantasy – finding some hot young thing to get drunk and fuck… you wish.” With a wicked cackle, she pivoted and flounced out of the room so quickly even Kara was left behind in her wake, staring at me in stunned silence.

After an awkward moment, my step-daughter’s bff shrugged and rushed to catch up to her. I swivelled my head to admire how those fine young legs disappeared under the hem of the plaid short skirt that hung straight down over the perfect ass. My animal brain begged me to stride over and shove her up against a wall, lift the skirt and take her caveman style. My self-restraint kicked in before I did more than shift my weight forward, though my stiff cock begged me to keep going.

My wife begged off staying up until midnight, insisting that she needed the rest, expecting the baby to wake up soon. She stumbled into the nursery and soon was snoring. I watched some dumb movie – intentionally picking the least sexy selection around, then watched the ball drop. I was in bed by 12:15, but still could not sleep – my cock kept filling with blood as images of Kara and Amanda dressed to kill danced like sugar plums.

So once again, I masturbated myself to sleep, nodding off with my limp dick still in my fist.

The sound of the girls returning drunkenly was the next thing I recall.

Right after the ‘step-oogler’ remark, Amanda stumbled into the bathroom, and I faintly heard retching.

“Is that the booze, or swallowing so many loads of spunk at the party, slut?” Kara teased Amanda, standing in the hallway, not worrying about the level of her voice.

I decide to get out of bed and remind her that my wife and the baby were still asleep when I heard her add, “you were such a greedy little cocksucker that I didn’t get any action beyond a couple of hand jobs and tit grabs by the guys waiting to board your train. Mind you, watching you take on all comers was pretty hot. Except it just left me even more horny.”

As I reached the doorway Kara finished, saying, “If you weren’t such a mess, I would love to suck the spunk out of your cunt. You looked so yummy.”

Right after speaking, Kara noticed my reflection in the glass of a painting hung in that hallway. Her eyes opened wide, a hand flew to her mouth, she froze. I noticed that her left tit had never gotten properly tucked into her top after the fumbling with the guys at the party – or maybe she had been making out while being driven home. She was braless, so I finally was treated to a good look at her entire breast, not like the bikini tops that teased but concealed. Her bubble gum pink nipple was noticeably erect. So was my cock.

Kara turned, still silent. Her eyes dropped right to my groin. She did not run to her room. She stepped toward me. Very quietly, she whispered, “Is that for me?”

Then she giggled, stepping closer and reaching her dainty hand out toward my erection.

From the other room, Amanda groaned.

“Let it all come up sweetie, I’ll go find you some ginger ale and bring it up once you are finished, then tuck you in.”

As Kara spoke, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently gripped my girth. Clearly her practice earlier in the evening was effective, because she knew just how to stroke my member, firmly but slowly. She raised her free hand to my mouth, one finger across her lips to tell me to be quiet. I was about to reach up and grasp her boob when she sank to her knees. Her tongue swirled smoothly around the ridge of my helmet, teasing the glans on the underside, then poking into my slit. Her fist pumped my twice more to the root. She teased my balls with the tip of a finger before standing again.

I feared she was done with me, that this was just a tease to punish me for watching, until her lips brushed my ear. Her tongue flicked inside that cavity and she spoke ever so softly. “I’m going to go to the kitchen for that ginger ale, why don’t you join me?”

She sounded a lot more sober, but clearly was drunk enough to think that this was a good idea, regardless of Amanda’s distress, or how we might need to make eye contact in the morning.

She had never released her grasp on my cock, so I really had very little choice but to follow along. Kara paused at the top of the stairs and I bumped into her from behind, my stiffness pushing hard sancaktepe escort into the cleavage between her firm buttocks. She sighed and shifted her weight to roll her ass around my meat. Then she found the banister and we proceed as if we were joined.

The main floor was ghostly silent, dimly illuminated by an under cupboard light my wife always left on as a night light. Kara dropped my hand as we entered the kitchen. I stood in the doorway watching as she walked to the fridge and found the soda. She held the can against her cheek then placed it on the counter.

Turning toward me, Kara said, “If I feed it to Amanda that cold, it will come right back up for sure. I better leave it to get closer to room temp, and a bit flat never hurt either.”

She popped the pressure with an elegant nail, stepped around the massive center island and asked,”What ever shall we do while I wait?”

To make sure that I understood, she pulled her top down further, baring both breasts, and hefted them in her palms. Long fingers with long nails caressed her own nipples. She leaned back against the island, moaning softly. I remained frozen, watching, stroking myself as she moved her right hand slowly down her body, caressing her belly, and then lifting her skirt to bare a panty free quim. One finger immediately stroked her gaping gash. The soft moans became throaty groans.

“Amanda was right – you do love to oogle. I wonder what else you would like?”

My hand stroked my cock as I stared at this beauty stroke her nipples and clit just a few feet away.

“Fuck me with that fat cock. Fuck me right here. I need cock right now.” Kara grinned wickedly.

Kara’s command released my invisible bonds and I closed the gap between us. I knew that having climaxed just a few hours before, I would last more than enough for this tart to enjoy the treat. My hands grabbed tightly onto her hips and I lifted her just enough to lower her cunt onto my cock. The first stroke was fierce, unrelenting, burying myself to the hilt, all my pent up passion releasing itself. Her labia separated effortlessly, her slit still tight enough that it molded itself to my weapon like a glove.

I pulled back, until only the very tip of my spear rested between her petals. I could feel Kara’s warm moist boozy breath bathing my face as her chest heaved, panting for breath. In the morning, she would be able to blame drunkenness, or even claim not to remember. Worst case, she might call it rape. I had no such excuse. I was the sober adult, but I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her. I drove hard and deep into her cunt, pushing her ass against the counter, rewarded by her animal grunt.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me hard,” Kara groaned, thrusting back around my hardness, her wetness soaking my groin.

She released her tits and grabbed a hunk of my hair with each hand, dragging my face to the pale valley between those mounds. My nighttime whiskers must have felt rough on her tender flesh, and she might still have the rash in the morning, but after midnight, in the moonlit kitchen, it just made her hips twist harder and faster around my shaft. Kara swivelled my head first in one direction and then the other. I instinctively trailed my tongue along the curve of her boob from her sternum right to her nipple, which I teased first by flicking my tongue out, and then gave a gentle sloppy full lipped kiss. Finally, I drew the nipple deep into my mouth and nipped at the base with my teeth. The first time I did that, Kara almost screamed, biting her lower lip to strangle her noise. When I switched to the other side, she was ready, and moaned instead

The harder I attacked her tits, the harder Kara fucked me. My hips were just on autopilot, my lower body rocking slightly to piston my meat into her gash, but her enthusiasm more than made up for my distraction.

My hands continued to explore her tits thoroughly, enjoying firmness I might have expected after surgery, but which seemed to exist naturally on this fit young college student. Once I had felt all those mounds had to offer, my hands roamed further, sliding down Kara’s belly, along her sides, up and down her back. A finger caught on a curl of Kara’s hair.

“Ouch,” she exclaimed, startled.

Instinctively I grabbed a handful of that mane and tugged harder.

“Oh, fuck, yes, like that,” Kara moaned, humping even harder against my groin.

At that moment, my other hand was caressing the special divot at the bottom of her spine, where all the nerve endings seem to join. I knew that just the right touch there would drive any woman wild. I was not wrong this time. Kara climaxed, her juices flooding all around my cock. I shifted both hands to cup her buttocks to steady her. Her muscles were incredible, milking my shaft without pause as her orgasm grew, subsided, grew again, in waves. Still, because I had come earlier, I did not explode.

As Kara writhed, my hands shifted to keep her balanced. Without really meaning to, one finger curled along the inside of a buttock, down that special cleavage and bumped against this young woman’s most forbidden fruit. I was about to retreat when Kara grabbed my hair again, and dragged my mouth to her lips, sliding her tongue deep along my teeth.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Sexy Escapades With Mom-In-Law Penny Get Hotter

The next couple of weeks I spent racking my brain for a way to spend even more time with my super hot mom-in-law, Penny. The used panties she’d given me had been the inspiration for a multitude of wanking sessions and I’d been really hot for my wife Manie as well.

On the Monday of the third week, the weekend of which we’d planned to go and visit my parents-in-law, Mainie phoned me at work. Mt father-in-law, Tim, runs his own telecommunications business. Mainie told me he’d bought a computer and an accounting/business package and was having endless trouble setting it up. Penny had phoned her she wanted to know if I would help. I work in computers so I was the obvious choice. My chance had arrived. I told Mainie I would be glad to but thought it might take a while. We discussed it and agreed that I should take a couple of days leave and go up to the farm on the Wednesday afternoon so I’d have time to sort things out. Mainie would drive up on Saturday morning. Yes…Yes…Yes!!!

Wednesday afternoon finally arrived and I left straight from work for the farm. It was still warm when I arrived. Penny opened the security gates from inside the house and I drove in. Tim’s van was nowhere to be seen. It was still warm and as I got out of the car I was greeted by the sight of Penny approaching me in a sexy, high cut, light yellow one piece swim-suite. Her dark nipples and bush were plainy visible through the light cloth. She wrapped her arms gently around my neck pressing her body against me and we kissed deeply. Her tongue explored my mouth wildly and she sucked all the air out creating a vacuum between us. Finally we broke the kiss, saliva stringing between our mouths. We both licked our lips and she finally greeted me, inviting me inside.

I followed her into the house carrying my bag to the spare bedroom. She followed me in and pointed to the bed. “I want you to put that on”, she said and left. On the bed was a very small, very see-through men’s fikirtepe escort g-string. I obeyed quickly and went off to find her sitting outside on the deck getting some last afternoon rays. She inspected my hard cock through the flimsy black material. “My feet have missed you”, she said, “They need a good bath”. I knelt before her and lifted one perfect foot to my mouth. She rested the other on my shoulder, bending it outwards at the knee to reveal her bush escaping around the tiny bottom of her suite. I sucked and licked her toes and sole. Massaging with my tongue. She moaned and lay back in the recliner.

After about ten minutes of this treatment a changed to the other foot. I could not drag my eyes from the hair-surrounded gusset of her suit. The back had pulled up her ass crack and in her wide legged position I could see the beginnings of her brown anus. Hair grew all the way down there as well, spreading also to the very tops of her thighs.

As I sucked her foot and bathed between her toes she reached her other foot between my legs and started foot massaging my cock and balls. Running her toes over and under them. I could see the crotch of her suit getting wet, the patch spreading out slowly. Once she’d had enough she removed her foot and told me to take off the g-string and to sit before her straddling the recliner. I did and she continued her erotic massage with both feet.

As pre-cum swelled at the tip of my aching cock she spread it, using my own juices as a lubricant. Sometimes gripping tightly between the arches of her feet she pulled up strongly, hurting me a bit and smiling at the ecstatically painful gasp that escaped my lips. Then she’d push by rigid cock flat against my stomach and rub up and down the sensitive underside. When I was ready to cum she wrapped both lovely feet around me and jerked quickly, aiming my spurting cock expertly so I gushed my sticky cum over her ankles and feet. The teasing and my anticipation of the whole day had built up gebze escort such a head of steam that the first squirt of cum landed high on her thigh. She continued milking me cock until the spasms subsided then continued squishing the now softening organ between her sticky feet.

I leaned back, drained and totally relaxed. She spoke after a while. In her demanding voice she exclaimed over the mess I’d made of her. “Come on, clean up”, she demanded. I reached for a towel lying near the reclined. “Not with that”, she growled and shoved a foot roughly into my face smearing me with cum, “Lick”. I licked every drop of my cum off her feet and ankles and once she was satisfied dropped her feet again. “Don’t forget this”, she said pointing to the big, sticky gob just below her hip and its trail down towards her knee. I knelt between her legs and started licking the cum off her soft, brown thigh. I licked up from the knee towards her bushy groin, pushing my face hard into the soft thigh-flesh at times and then trailing my tongue, barely grazing her hot skin. I looked up at her and lying back as she was with her arms stretched above her head I could not help but marvel at the sexy, hair growing in her armpits. As I neared her pussy her aroma hit me. I had not yet been this close to her honey pot and I could see how soaked the suit was. She smelt fantastic. Strong, pungent cunt scent filled my nostrils and I breathed in it greedily. This was not one of those honey sweet scented girls, this was a strong smelling, well-fucked, mature pussy I smelled. As I licked the last of my cum from her groin my nose touched her juice sopping, swim-suite cover pussy leaving a wet spot on its tip. I dared not even linger there too long let alone try to lick it; it was not for me to do anything I was not invited to do.

When we finally arose from the recliner she grasped my face in both hands and proceeded to lick off all the cum spread there. Penny led me inside the house by my semi-hard cock. “You’ll have to içerenköy escort sort yourself out if you get another cock-stand,” she said. “I’ve got other things to do and Tim’ll be here soon”. She led me to her bedroom door and told me to wait outside. I did. She came to the door, hiding slightly behind it and handed me the swim-suite. “Go and get the panties I gave you”, she commanded. I did and returned with them and the suite. She took the panties and behind the door put them on announcing, “I think these need recharging for you to take away with you when you leave”. She reappeared wearing one of her famous t-shirts. This one short enough that even just standing revealed the panties she had put on. She reached down and pushed the crotch of the panties up into her vagina making sure to load them as much as possible with her scent. Leading me by the cock again she told me that since I’d made her mess her swim-suite I was to clean it while standing in the kitchen while she prepared supper.

I stood quietly, naked sucking cunny from her suite while she prepared supper. Her nectar was strong, causing my mouth to salivate almost like a sour lemon would as I first licked the sticky juice and then sucked the material. It was thick, more like a cream than a liquid. My cock grew and grew and she laughed out loud, commenting how stupid I looked with my hardon and her suite in her mouth. She finally snatched the swim-suite away and handed me a couple of sheets of paper towel.

“Jack off for me”, she said. She turned away for a moment and reached between her legs. I could see the thick white cream coating her fingers as she reached out and wiped her drenched fingers under my nose. The sticky lubricant was pungent. She put her fingers to her own nose and closed her eyes as she deeply inhaled her own scent. I jerked faster and finally shot another load into the paper towel cupped to receive it. She moved off and laughing again told me I’d better get dressed as she could hear Tim’s van coming up the road.

I rushed for the bedroom and pulled on some clothes. She stuck her head in and said, “Don’t you dare to wash your face until I tell you to”.

Well that was just the beginning, two full days alone with her stretched out before me. What could be next!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Daddy was waiting for me at the door when I pulled up. He looked at me with some pity in his eyes, but I could tell that he was excited to have me home, as he ran to the car to open the door and give me a hug.

“Hi Daddy,” I said, trying to hold back tears “thanks for letting me come home.”

“No problem, sweet pea. It’s good to have you back.”

At the age of 25, I was moving back in with my parents. My girlfriend and I had broken up, and I was left with the baby she had wanted so badly. To clarify, I am a lesbian. Up until that point, I had only slept with women and had never questioned my sexuality. If only I had known how much that was going to change. When I was 24, my girlfriend and I had been together for three years and started to plan our lives together. We had stable jobs and wanted children, so we found a sperm donor and I got pregnant then quit my job. Apparently the stress of a newborn was too much for her, and she left without so much as a word. I couldn’t afford the apartment we had shared by myself, so here I was, back in my childhood bedroom, with a child and without any clue what I was doing.

As Daddy unpacked the car, I took my son Jason into the house and tried to get him to feed. He was very picky and often wouldn’t take my milk. After several attempts, it became clear that he wouldn’t eat, so I resigned myself to making a bottle for him and using a breast pump on myself. As I reached the end of pumping, the pump stopped working and had the odor of burnt rubber. I sighed and was too exhausted from the drive to think about fixing it just then. I would be fine to wait a while, I was empty and hopefully Jason would feed next time.

After a quick nap, I went downstairs to talk to Daddy. He was not exactly handsome, as the years and pounds had started to creep up on him. His 54-year-old body was typical for a man his age, round belly and a bit of chest hair that always poked out from the top of his shirt. He was a bit bald, but always had a traditionally attractive face that had not faded with time. Waitresses had a certain fondness for him, and he frequently got free desserts and a wink at the local diner. His 6 foot 2 frame gave him an air of approachable authority. My mother, who was away on one of her many business trips, was the opposite. She was a short 5 foot 3 and sharp-angled. Her dull brown hair was kept short. Her breasts were a small B cup, which felt tiny compared to my full D tuzla escort cup. I fell somewhere in the middle of my parents, genetically, soft and curved but blessed by a fast metabolism. I stood a respectable 5 foot 6, with shoulder-length blonde hair.

Daddy and I sat on the couch and sipped some wine. I had changed into my pajamas, a short tanktop and a pair of boyshorts, and he was in his usual boxers, with no shirt on and his belly sticking over the waistband. Neither of us had eaten dinner, and the alcohol started to affect me more than it usually could. We started talking about our lives and the conversation got much more personal than our standard light topics.

“I’m so lonely, Daddy. Taking care of Jason is wonderful, but I miss having a partner to share it with.”

“I understand, honey. Your mom has been going on more and more trips, and when she is home, it feels like she is still far away in her head”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I didn’t know that it had gotten that bad.”

“It’s ok, I shouldn’t be telling you this, it’s just so nice to have someone around to listen. I’m glad you’re home”

“I’m glad I’m home, too. You always took such good care of me.”

Daddy put his arm around me and I snuggled into his shoulder, feeling safer than I had in a long time. My breasts felt full from milk, but I was too comfortable to mind the slight pressure. Just when I started to get sleepy from the wine, I heard Jason crying upstairs.

“I think he woke up from his nap and needs to be fed”

“I’ll come and help if a diaper needs to be changed”

We went upstairs and I tried to feed Jason, but again he wouldn’t take my nipple and relieve the pressure in my full breasts. I noticed my Daddy watching as my breast lay in full view and felt oddly embarrassed. A man had not seen my grown breasts in my entire life, and a part of me liked that he couldn’t look away. After a moment too long, he mumbled that he would get Jason’s bottle of the milk I had pumped earlier from downstairs. After feeding Jason and getting him back to sleep, I went back to the sofa, where a fresh glass of wine was waiting for me. I gulped it down quickly, trying to use anything to ease the growing pain in my full breasts.

Daddy sat down next to me and looked at my chest a bit uncomfortably.

“Um, honey, I think you’re leaking a little bit”

I felt my face flush my body awaken at the thought of him göztepe escort looking at my breasts earlier. Did I dare?

“Daddy, um, my breast pump isn’t working, and Jason won’t feed. I can’t get all of this milk out by hand, and I don’t know what to do.”

Daddy fell silent for a moment.

“If it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for you, I could help.”

He seemed nervous at his own suggestion.

I got a little excited but tried to push the heat I was feeling back down. I needed to get the milk out of me or I was going to explode.

“Ok, I guess it’s the only option.”

I lifted my shirt over my right breast and Daddy laid across my lap, facing my swollen breast. Looking up at me for approval, I nodded and he gently took my nipple into his mouth. The sight of him latching onto my breast sent me into ecstasy. I let out a gentle moan as he sucked harder and I could feel my milk entering his mouth. Looking at his body across me, I could see his boxers begin to tent. It was the closest I had ever been to a man, and it was my Daddy!

Feeding him felt so right. He had taken care of me for my whole life, and now I was taking care of him. I held his head in my right arm, gently stroking his hair. My left hand moved down his shirtless chest and I rubbed his exposed belly. The girth of him felt incredibly manly, even as he was in a childlike state, sucking with pure devotion on my erect nipple. I had never felt this close to him before, and I couldn’t stop looking at his face. His eyes were closed and he was sucking so naturally that it felt as right as anything could feel. He reached up his right hand and started stroking the soft flesh of my breast.

If he was making me feel this good, I wanted to return the favor. I slowly reached my left hand down to his now fully erect penis and stroked it through his boxers. He moaned slightly and opened his eyes, looking directly into mine but never gave up on the suction between my soft breast and his hungry mouth. He curled his hips up, giving me better access to his surprisingly large cock and looking even more child-like and vulnerable. I reached under his waistband and touched his dick flesh for the first time. It was maybe 7 inches long, but so thick that I couldn’t get my hand around it. Not even close. As he milked me, I milked him, in perfect timing to the rhythmic sucking of him draining my breast. The taboo nature of what was happening felt üsküdar escort so inconsequential, compared to the love we had for each other in those moments.

I repositioned myself after he drained my right breast so that he could start on my left. I was feeding Daddy his dinner! I realized I wanted him to feed me mine. I wanted his cum in my mouth more than anything. I held him even closer to my breast and rubbed his dick in a circular motion, trying to bring all of his juices to the top. He moaned into my nipple, sending reverberations through my body. It felt so good to take care of Daddy. Once my milk was done, I gently put his head on the arm of the sofa and moved down to his boxers.

“Will you feed me Daddy?” I asked, looking at him in a way I hadn’t since I was a small child and dependent on him for everything.

“Of course, sweet pea”

I took his meat in my mouth, barely able to stretch my mouth around its girth. I had never done this before, but it felt very natural with my Daddy. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting a salty flavor before taking as much of it as I could in my mouth. It was so big and manly, I loved my Daddy so much. Making sure not to touch him with my teeth, I worked my way farther down his shaft, running my tongue along the underside of his cock. He moaned and raised his hips, forcing more of it down my throat. I tried really hard to get it all in my mouth for Daddy, and eventually my nose was in his coarse, musky pubic hair. I started to bob my head on his shaft and lightly teased his balls with my right hand. I looked up to see if I was doing it right, and as soon as our eyes met, he moaned loudly and my throat burned as he came in my mouth. Some of it seeped out of my lips, and I kept sucking until I had gotten all of the sperm out of him. Then, I licked all over his balls and penis to make sure I kept my Daddy clean. I put his softening dick back in my mouth and took the whole thing in my throat again, never wanting it to end. Saliva started to come out of my mouth, leaving a glistening in his hair. Once he was completely soft, I let his penis go.

“Thanks sweet pea” he said as I pulled myself up into his arms..

“I don’t think we have anyone to take care of us but each other” I responded. “I really love you, Daddy, and I want to be your helpful little girl”

“You helped me a lot, honey. Don’t you worry.”

“Can we milk eachother every night, Daddy?”

“We sure can, it will just be more difficult when your mom is here”

“I’m sure we can find a way”

I drifted to sleep and woke up in Daddy’s bed with his arms around me. He was so nice to move me into bed. It was really good to be home.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I am a single guy about forty years old. I don’t have regular sex contacts so I often masturbate. Sometimes I like to have something extra in my solo games. I have bought some accessories like lube, gloves and anal toys.

My ultimate goal is to have a prostate orgasm which I never have had. I have a few prostate toys and they feel good but orgasm without touching my penis has not happened.

One day I found out that there is a new sex shop opened in town. They have internet selling and also direct selling from the shop. Visiting the shop is possible only by an appointment.

So you can’t just walk in. You have to send a message or call them to have a private appointment.

They have a big collection of various toys. So there are many possibilities for me to find the toy that gives me the anal orgasm.

Good quality toys are quite expensive so I can’t just buy them all and try which one is the best. So I decide to send them a message for a private appointment. It’s easier to decide what could be a good toy if you actually see it in nature.

I have a rather quick reply from them and with few more messages, we are agreed to meet on the same night.

Few hours waiting and I’m getting little nervous. It’s not the same to buy from the internet than from the shop after explaining what you are searching for and be there in person.

The time comes by and I found myself from the shop door. They have a doorbell and I ring it. A woman little older than me comes to open the door with a smile and lets me in. I go quickly into the shop to avoid as many eyes as possible to see me going in.

The shop itself is more like a warehouse. I think they do mostly internet selling. The woman looks me into the eyes asking how she can help me. I’m just staring at her because she looks so sexy in her leather pants and shortly cut hair. Her nails are black but neatly cut. Her lips are coated with dark red lipstick. She has few tattoos in her arms.

I woke up when she just looks at me. I try to say something about prostate toys. She quickly understands what I mean and starts to ask questions to have a more specific idea of what I am looking for and what I like.

“Are you looking prostate toy for masturbation or have acıbadem escort you a partner to use it to you?”

I’m a little more comfortable answering her when she takes the subject so naturally.

“I think I use it mostly for masturbation because I have not a regular partner.” I am answering.

“How much you have experience with these toys and what you have tried?”

“Do you use big, medium or little toys?”

I try to answer all these questions by saying that I have a few toys like basic Aneros if she knows what kind of it is and they feel good but never reached orgasm with them.

She knows what toy I mean and asks if it feels too small or if I think that it’s not pressing in my prostate?

My answer is that I don’t exactly now, but it goes rather easily in so I think it is not too big but I don’t know if bigger model would be any better or should it be more curved.

“Have you inspected your anus with your fingers?”

“How deep your prostate is in your rectum?”

“Is your rectum curved little or is it curved a lot?”

“How many fingers you can get in?”

Lots of questions which make my cheeks little red. I think she is enjoying my humiliation or she is just that professional or both.

Hard to say but I try to answer as good as I can. I tell her that it is quite hard for me to finger myself and I am not sure if I have found my prostate. I am answering also that I think I can use three fingers by myself.

“How many fingers you have taken by another person?”

I can notice that she is seeing true me. I tell her that one time I have taken five from a little handed female but usually four is maximum.

She looks at me and says that she now is understanding the problem I have. It is kind of a lottery to find a great toy if one doesn’t know the specifications needed. She also told me that there are different kinds of people also. What kind of toy is the best for person? Someone likes best the toys that are static in the rectum and others feel that the best are moving in and out. The people that like static toys are more likely to have an orgasm in masturbation but the ones who like in and out movement are in more difficult situations. It is hard to relax atalar escort and enjoy when one has to move the toy in the rectum.

She asks if I ‘m more like a movement guy?

I tell her that movement feels nice but ever had an orgasm with that either.

“Okay, let’s go to the other section.” She told me and I follow her.

We go to the basement and there she takes a few packages from shelves.

“We need more information about your anatomy.”

“Take your pants off and go all fours on the couch.”

She says that like normal thing and I stay standing there wondering what I just heard. She takes examination gloves from one box that is black and lubrication tube from others. Then she looks at me and then the couch.

I understood that she means that I should do what is told and I am quickly on the couch without my pants on.

“Stick your ass more up!”

I do what is told and feel cool lubricant on my asshole. Quickly she sticks her little finger in and then she removes it and one by one she have had every finger of her hand individually visited in my rectum. Last and biggest finger little hurts when going in. Then she puts the forefinger again in and starts to inspect my anus. She massages what I think is my prostate with the finger. Then she puts another finger in and massages now with two.

I start to relax and enjoy it. Then she starts fucking movement and it feels also great. Soon she ads third finger in fucking me. When she tries to ad fourth she feels that I can’t take it well.

She takes her glove off and tells me that now she knows the size of my anus and location of the prostate. She also says that she thinks that I am the type that likes movement and fingering. She recommends me to buy a box of good gloves and a good strapon belt. She thinks I should try to find some partners to use them.

I tell her how hard is to find a sex partner and even much harder to find a person who likes to do these things for me.

She understands me but wants to show me strapon belts and dildos that fit them.

They have a very nice leather belt that screams to me buy. I want to take it and next, we are searching for dildo to it.

She says I should have a few different aydınlı escort sizes. A little for starter and bigger for use after warming up. And one for the future use that is bigger than those. She collects silicon dildos, condoms, lubrication and gloves for me.

When I say that seems quite an expensive package for me she tells me that if she can use every of those dildos in me she gives 50% off the price.

I just can say that I can not take the biggest.

She then says that it is simple. I just have to come here so many times that I eventually can take it.

I do not know what to say but soon I find myself again on the couch. She is putting the smallest dildo in and it is strapped on the belt. She starts slow and after warming up she really starts to fuck me. It feels amazing.

When I try to take hold of my penis she tells me not to! She changes bigger dildo to the belt and says that I need some other thing to think than my penis. This dildo is much more bigger. I feel little pain when she is pressing it in.

“How it feels to pay your shopping with your ass?”

“You are a little bitch with your tight ass!”

She starts dirty talking.

“This one you have to take!”

She presses the dildo it’s whole length in and takes firm grip from my hips. Starting again slowly I manage to adapt a little to bigger dildo. It is a mix of pain and pleasure. Now she is just entertaining herself. Fucking without thinking how I feel. She is strong and holds me tight. Her breathing is heavy and she has closed her eyes.

I just try to manage. Just when I think I can’t take more some new feeling starts to build up in me. I start to push my ass against her thrusts. This makes her wild. She increases the speed even more. My orgasm starts to build up. My penis is coated with precum. Then the orgasm starts and it is big and long. I don’t know if I yell or not I just live the orgasm I’m having.

I think she had her orgasm quite the same time. She rests on my back a little time and withdraws the strapon. She cleans the toys and gives the package to me.

“I will send you a message when we meet next time”.

“If you want this to be quick over you should practice at home to take the biggest one.”

I leave the shop. My ass is sore two days after the session. I’m not sure if I want to practice with the biggest by myself. Maybe I don’t like these meetings to end quickly. And the thing is that when I’m looking the biggest dildo I’m feeling fear.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Growing up in Vegas, you get used to seeing a lot of odd things.

First off, since I am a resident, I get to see a seamier side of life that the tourists never do. But that isn’t where I met Lola and Bob. I was standing in line at one of those hot dog carts that seem to spring up out of nowhere on hot days. I was hungry, thirsty and it was way past noon. Lola was tall, about my height, with the big hair of a Jersey girl. It was a bizarre shade of red, teased out to the hilt. She was wearing fire engine red Capri pants with a midriff baring top, white, which had elastic gathering below her breasts, around her shoulders and across her upper arms. She was wearing oversized dark sunglasses with white frames and was holding a poodle who I later found out was named Fifi. Bob was standing next to her, a good head shorter than her, wearing a dark polo shirt, non-descript jeans and his own pair of eye concealing shades. It was obvious they were together, with that intimacy couples are so unaware of in public but that the public can so easily read.

I was between jobs. That happens to me a lot, this is Vegas. I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation where Lola was berating Bob for not having finished the new kitchen cabinets before suadiye escort he went back to work from his vacation like he had promised. I smelt quick cash and I had experience with cabinetry so I cleared my throat and introduced myself.

I was young, clean cut and not intimidating to look at in the least. Lola let her eyes sweep me up and down as I explained my reasoning and went over my experience. She nudged Bob with her elbow and he invited me back to their place so we could discuss it further.

Now, I don’t label myself sexually. Never have and never will. But if you were to label me, you would undoubtedly call me bisexual. There is a hidden side to life in Vegas and I was a frequent visitor to House K. For those in the know, there is a string of Houses residents can go to where they can meet and explore new horizons. House K is a well known spot for residents who are not particularly picky about the sex of their partners.

Sure, I enjoyed fucking a broad. But I also enjoyed fucking the nice tight ass of a well built man. And I enjoyed giving head as much as getting it.

When I walked into Lola and Bob’s house, I knew immediately what was the what. My eyes scanned the neatly framed photos that yakacık escort hung on the entry wall and it told the story without words. Because they were wedding pictures and in every one, Lola was in a tux, clean cut hair, clean shaven face. And Bob was in a lovely long dress with long blonde hair, a sweet smile and set of knockers to be proud of.

I turned and smiled at them, they smiled back, and my thoughts got really dirty. And I got a very obvious bulge in my pants.

“It doesn’t bother you?” Bob asked rather unnecessarily as Lola walked up and grabbed my erection through my white, tight shorts.

“Obviously not, honey,” she answered for me as she led me by the balls into a larger room.

She slipped my shorts down off my hips to the floor and helped me step out of them. My erection was very obvious now, and she knelt before me, taking it gently inside her mouth. I groaned as soon as it made contact with her tongue, it felt like a little piece of heaven here on earth. Pretty soon, she was taking me down into her throat like a trooper, pulling my thick rod down with a slurping action combining her lips and tongue into one movement. I had no idea where Bob had disappeared to but I was hoping he was enjoying şerifali escort the show and not minding that his wife/husband was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had gotten in a while.

I didn’t have long to think about where Bob had gotten off to when I felt him slip up behind me, his hands grasping the soft pale flesh of my bare ass. His fingers were thick and cruel as he poked and prodded at the skin, pulling the two cheeks apart and pressing them back again. I felt one wet finger slip into my rectum and, along with the wet hot cave my cock was currently buried in, it almost put me over the top right there. I groaned with ecstasy and felt my ass wiggle against Bob of its’ own accord. Soon, Bob slipped another finger in with the first while Lola continued to use her mouth on my rod, coaxing the seed right out of my sore, bursting balls. I was stuck between them both, barely able to move, and loving every minute of it. Lola was a pro at blow jobs and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, especially with Bob rigorously massaging my prostrate with the two fingers he had slid up my ass.

Sure enough, before I could get the words out of my mouth, I was cumming. My load shot right down Lola’s throat and she swallowed it like a champ. Bob continued fingering me until I was totally spent. Wiped, I basically could only stand there until I regained my strength. When I finally did, I pulled my shorts back up and smiled at them both as I asked, “So, do I get the job?”

To Be Continued

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This night was going to be special and as the Master prepared for it and got his things in order. He smiled as he looked at his submissive kneeling with anticipation on her face and love in her eyes for the Master. The Master had been prepping for this night for a long time and getting his submissive ready for it with A/all of her training. He felt she was ready to move on to the next level of their relationship. The Master had a special table set up with eyeholes in each corner and had installed eyebolts into each of them. As he set up his tools/toys and prepped them for their specific uses, he then moved over to his love/sub and caressed her face tenderly and lovingly. Leaning down he softly tilts her head up and kisses her deeply and passionately.

They had been working on the limits they had wet and pushed them farther and enjoyed the time spent T/together doing this. He had used wax on her and watched how her body had trembled and she had asked for more. He is very pleased with the progress T/they have made and as he kisses her. His hands softly caress her soft and giving body he has tormented and punished often before. Tonight though was going to be different as the fun was going a step higher and would be just as pleasing for B/both of T/them. Smiling he caressed the swell of her breast and let her nipples graze the palm of his hand, stiffening to his touch. As they stiffened he attached the special nipple clamps that he had bought to her nipples watching her relax and control her breathing as he attached them.

After he had them both on her nipples seeing them stiffen even more. He lightly traces his finger over the protruding nipple tip and watches her shudder with pleasure. Slowly bending he attaches the third clamp to her hard clit, feeling how excited his love/sub is at what is happening tonight. Once she is prepped and ready, he moves her to the table and lays her out on her back. Raising her arms over her head slowly he attaches the restraints to her wrist, making sure they are tight but not enough to cut of her circulation. Moving his hands over her body slowly moving down to her feet, he attaches the restraints to her ankles. Following the same safety precaution as with her wrist.

Slowly and with love in his hands and heart he moves back up her body and stops to slide his fingers over her hot and hard clit. Feeling her wetness he smiles acıbadem escort and moves to her lips and kisses her with passion and desire to make this her night of pleasure. Smiling he slides the blindfold over her eyes taking her sense of sight away. Making the experience more heightened and erotic, he takes his hands and moves them down over her. Touching and caressing every part of her and listens to her breathing getting shallow and rapid. He moves slowly to the table with his tools/toys set up on it and takes up his feather he has there.

Moving back to her he slowly slides it over her hands and down her arms. Making very little contact with skin and letting her feel just the tip he watches her body respond as she has been trained. Smiling and tracing her nipples with the feather, he moves down her body with it. Reaching over to the table he picks up his flogger and replaces the feather with it. Running the flogger over her body and letting the soft leather touch her skin and seeing goose bumps appear. Raising his hand slightly he brings the flogger down on her body leaving slight red marks across her breast.

He knows what this does to her, as it heightens the experience and moment. As he is using the flogger on her body she hears the scratch of a match being lit. Using the match to light the big candle on the table waiting for the wax to start to melt raising his hand and brings the flogger down over her tummy. His movements becoming harder and faster with the flogger, Leaving red marks on her body as he begins to drip the candle wax onto her body she is shocked at first. But gets used to the feeling immediately and begins to tremble with each drop.

Dripping the wax onto her nipples and clit is bringing her close to orgasm but she is controlling herself and waiting for permission. Smiling he places the flogger and candles back onto the table. Letting his caress her body once again feeling every curve and softness, he picks up an 8-inch dildo and slowly runs it over her lips. Watching as she slightly opens her mouth he slowly presses the dildo into her mouth. She opens her mouth and takes the dildo into her mouth sucking hungrily as he slides it in and out of her mouth deeper. Knowing she wants to cum and please her Master, he slides the dildo out of her mouth and down her body.

Running the tip of the dildo over her clit atalar escort and lips of her wet pussy, he slides the head of the dildo into her. Watching her tremble and hearing her gasp as he slides it in slowly. With her legs spread before him he is able to get deeper penetration and slides the dildo A/all the way into her. Then slowly moving the dildo in and out of her pussy he leans down near her ear and licks ever so slightly behind her ear. Whispering to her ” you may cum my love” as he says this she screams as her orgasm washes over her body. Sliding his toy in and out of her hot pussy he is smiling because she is lubing it with her juices for what he has planned next.

Sliding the dildo slowly out of her pussy he picks up a 9-inch dildo and replaces the 8-inch dildo with it. Moving the 8-inch dildo down over her ass he watches her response to his touch. Grinning he slides the head of the dildo into her hot tender ass, moving slowly as he always does and taking care not to hurt her. Moving his wrist in a circular motion sliding the dildo into her she moans with pleasure adding to his pleasure. Leaning down he kisses her deeply sliding his tongue into her mouth and caressing her tongue, with love and passion as the moment builds.

He begins to thrust the two toys in and out of her harder and faster. Making her body twitch and tremble with pleasure he whispers again to her “cum for me my love”. As she releases the juices he wants she screams her pleasure loud. Slowly he moves to a point by the table and turns her head and slides his Hard Cock into her mouth. Letting her suck on him and pleasure him as he thrust the toys into her faster and deeper. Sliding his cock in and out of her mouth he leans down over her body and licks her clit bringing her to yet another intense orgasm.

Moving off her body he slides the toys out of her pussy and ass and moves to position himself between her legs. Moving between them he slides the head of his cock into her hot and waiting pussy. Feeling her walls grip him with love and desire he slides in and out of her deep and slowly. He reaches up and slowly takes off the blindfold letting her look into his eyes as he looks back into hers. T/they B/both see the love and emotion of this night in each O/other’s eyes. As he slides in and out of her hot wet pussy, leaning down he licks the tip of her nipple aydınlı escort through the clamps and listens to her moan in pleasure and whispering how much she loves him and wants him and to please her Master.

Rotating his hips as he thrust into his loves pussy grinding his hips into her as he enters her deeper with each thrust. Licking up to her neck he bites her gently leaving his teeth marks on her neck and making her beg for more. Thrusting into her harder and deeper he picks the speed of each thrust up and moves faster into her. Knowing she is ready to explode again he kisses her deeply after making sure she knew it was time to cum again. Feeling her juices running over his cock as he thrust into her making love to his sub. The sub that he has earned her trust and respect of he keeps the movement going, making her explode again and again over his cock.

As he begins to feel his own orgasm building in intensity he begins thrusting faster and deeper into her. With sweat gleaming on the B/both of them he thrust into her deep and feeling her walls grip him and caress him he explodes deep into her waiting and wanting pussy. Giving her the love he has inside him and letting it pulse out and into her. Filling her as his movements begin to slow. Feeling her walls of her pussy milk his cock dry of cum as she does so well, smiling and leaning down and kissing her tenderly and deeply.

Reaching up above her with his cock still inside her, he undoes the restraints holding her wrist. As soon as they are free they are wrapped around her Master’s neck holding him and hugging him tight. She whispers into his ear “thank you Master” and holds him. Wrapping his arms around her and holding her to him and feeling her body tremble in his arms he smiles and kisses her deeply. Pulling back slowly and looking into her eyes he tells her how much he “loves her”.

Slowly moving off her he moves down and undoes the restraints on her ankles and helps to move her to a sitting position on the table. Standing in front of her he slips his arm around her neck and then hooks one under her knees. Picking her up and slowly moving with her to the bathroom, where they take a shower T/together and clean the O/other up. Once they have cleaned and toweled off he picks her up and carries her to the bedroom where, he lays her on the bed and then moves next to her. Wrapping his arms around her he holds her in the safety of his arms.

As they lay there relishing in the aftermath of the gift T/they have given each O/other this night. In his mind he is thinking of how to push their limits yet again and drifts off to sleep with her in his arms.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter 18 A Spanking and a Surprise Job Offer

I got home about ten next morning just in time to get a surprise call from Mark.

‘Morning stud.’

‘Morning Mark,’

‘So how are you feeling this morning Alex? Tired after all your exertions last night? Sorry I meant over the last three days. And are you still wearing the undies, or just sniffing them again?’

This was going to come back to haunt me I realised.

‘Very funny. Still on balance it was a pretty good evening.’ I just realised as we were talking that I would be able to get to see Susan in Joanne’s flat on catch-up. Suddenly I was in a hurry to get off the phone. ‘Look, sorry Mark I have to dash, was there something I can do for you?’

‘Actually, something I may be able to do for you. Something I think you will really like. Can you meet me tomorrow for a drink? The King’s Arms perhaps. Twelve o’clock? Susan is welcome to come along. You know she is always welcome to come.’

Was that a pun on coming? I assumed it was.

”Yes, and she’s getting good at it isn’t she?’ We both laughed.

‘Sure thing, see you at twelve.’

I hurriedly turned on the lap-top keeping it facing away from the cameras. Yes, Susan was still there. In the kitchen drinking coffee, so knew I had at least twenty minutes on my own before Susan could get home. Both girls were wearing the tabards that I had bought them on Saturday, Joanne’s in red and Susan’s of course the pink. Both were wearing panties I noticed. I thought that would have to change soon, well in Susan’s case anyway.

I switched back to catch-up where I could get the last twenty-four hours on demand. I figured ten was a good starting time, perhaps subconsciously mirroring the time I had started playing with the girls.

There, they were already hard at it on the sofa, tongues firmly lapping each other’s clits. Rolling back further I found Susan arriving just before nine with a Chinese takeaway and the pair of them, hand in hand, and tongue in mouth by nine thirty. It seemed to have been led by Susan but I did hear her make some form of apology that she was pretty new to this and that she had never done anything like it before our party. Jo certainly had been around the block before and was quick and practical in getting Susan undressed and onto the sofa where she nibbled her tits and fingered her clit. I watched entranced for over an hour and had just managed to get my erection back after last night’s little games. I was sitting at the kitchen table playing with myself when I heard Susan say ‘What are watching? Is it good?’

Oh my god. Caught. Far better to get it over with.

‘You darling. You and Joanne last night. On catch-up. I couldn’t resist it.’

‘Oh Lordy, I forgot about those bloody cameras. I guess the world has seen it right?’

‘No dear, of course not,’ I said light-heartedly. ‘Only me.’

‘Yeah right,’ she said,’ you and anyone with a few quid to spend. Well I am a big girl now. Did I look like I was having fun?’

‘Come and have a look. Or even look and have a cum,’ I said still remembering Marks little joke from earlier.

She gave me a sort of resigned but amused sort of look and moved over besides me.

‘What good cameras. I know I have seen them before but somehow it is different watching yourself. Turn it off, get into bed and I will show you what I did. I really don’t like watching it on screen. How was your night anyway? Do I get to watch that later?’

‘Of course, if you want to. I am going to be completely honest so don’t get pissed at me. Yes I had a good time. Yes, I screwed the three of them but only in their pussies, and they did all give me a bit of a sucking. I did not spank any of them and I did come four times, including this morning. If you want to watch it fine. Yes, I did miss you of course. I resorted to looking at your message on text to make sure, but once I got that I went for it, as you would expect. And I am back here now with you, and this is where I intend to stay.’

I realised I had got my message over so added slyly, ‘at least until after lunch when I have to go and sort out a couple of drawers downstairs.’

She laughed and started thumping me wherever she could catch me. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.’ I guess I was in a bit of a state after spending the night with Jo, forgetting the cameras and then coming in here and seeing you wanking to it. I am okay now and I don’t want to watch you or me playing at studs with other people. I do want a word with you about your panty sniffing exploits however. I think I have more than a little explanation due. In fact, I am going to take this opportunity given to me and insist that you fetch the paddle and bend over this table. Now.’

‘But Susan i… well… ‘

‘Alex, I said NOW and if you are not back here by the count of ten with the paddle, I will make it twenty strokes.’

I realised that she was not joking and in an imperious mood. If this is what a little lesbian dalliance did to her I would have to ration it.

I did return with the paddle in time and bent over the table as told.

‘Boxers down, Alex. You know where, around the thighs, in fact no, take them off and spread your legs so I can see bağdatcaddesi escort your balls jump when I hit you. If you are not good I will aim at them, so move it.’

I did. I moved it. I also counted them out and thanked her. Yes, she did play with my balls after eight and with my cock after nine. No, I did not come after ten despite the finger she stuck her finger up my ass. I think she realised by my soft prick that I was not excited by being spanked. In fact, all it did was hurt.

It did make me realise that I should play with Susan’s genitalia just a little more when I spanked her in future. I rather hoped this way round was a once in a lifetime opportunity, as Bryony had put it. Wow was I still thinking about the girls after receiving a spanking?

Yes, I was.

I changed the subject and told her about Marks call. We speculated about what he wanted. More flatmates?

Susan and I enjoyed the rest of our day cuddling in bed. Yes, we made love. Soft, gentle, slow, appreciative sex accompanied by honeyed words and deeds. I was the one who hopped out of bed to get a warm wet cloth to wipe her down. By morning the little spat had never happened, but my bottom was still sore.

We had a quiet morning, both of us exercising in front of the tv to an old keep fit video. It may have been old but it was enough to get me breathing heavily, or was it that Susan was just wearing a skimpy bra and panties.

Midday saw us entering the King’s Head and me buying the first round of drinks, prosecco and a lager. I had hardly finished paying and we were deciding where to sit when Mark walked in with a slightly older guy, late thirties or early forties, who we did not know.

We waited at the bar and the introductions were made. The other guy was named Art, presumably short for Arthur, spoke public school English and looked like a merchant banker, dark suit, blue shirt with white collar and cuffs and yellow tie. Dramatically overdressed for the Kings Head at midday. I wouldn’t describe him as ugly but it was probably lucky for him that he had money. It transpired that Art was the man behind the funding of the Apartments. He was the money man and there was just one other guy involved, a computer whizz-kid apparently who designed and set up the internet connections. I was very interested in how it was run, who fitted the cameras, how the money was collected and a million other questions. I was fascinated. It seemed that Art came from a monied family and buddied up with the computer guy at LSE. He had done a business degree and had gone into the family business, a small stockbrokers. They had received a good offer for the company by a Bank expanding its business base and as, by that time, Art was a partner he received a few more million, but had nothing to do. Coincidentally he bumped into Darren, the computer guy in a bar one night and they got back to laughing about their time at university and how they had established a small porn company making and showing blue films to the other students. It had never been big enough to sell on as the small amount of money they made they either poured down their throats or gave to the girls who starred in the movies.

I suddenly realised that I had been monopolising the conversations, at least with questions. ‘I am so sorry, the business fascinates me. I hope I haven’t been too curious about you and how the business evolved.’

‘Not at all, if I had wanted to keep it quiet I would have just ignored the questions, or at least changed the emphasis. I would however ask you not to talk about me, or the business, generally. This is a business that my family is embarrassed by and that’s what brings me to this meeting. Mark, tell us about yourself.’

‘Well,’ Mark said. ‘You have never known much about me for the same reason that Art has just given you. My wife, yes, the one I have never mentioned, hates this business, will never talk about it and has eventually persuaded her father to give me a job in the family Brewery in Newcastle. I cannot do this from up there and that is probably the main reason she has worked to get me the job. It is not that I do not get on with my father-in-law, he’s fine, but mainly that I have no experience at all in the industry. I was originally trying to be a party planner, after doing a hospitality degree.

Susan who had been quiet up to that moment almost squealed, ‘That’s what I did at Uni too. I wanted to be a party planner, after organising all the Uni Dinners and Balls.’

‘Anyway,’ he finished off, ‘at least I know a bit about the uses of the Breweries products so eventually they have offered me a job I cannot refuse. Which brings us to you Alex. Art was impressed how quickly you found some very good tenants and how quickly you have adapted yourselves to the apartment itself. Also, your negotiations to take a percentage showed both business acumen and a fair amount of Margaret Thatcher’s favourite vice, greed. This is not a bad vice in the business world apparently. They both grinned, I began to realise that I was being offered Mark’s job. I started to think quickly. Greed, if that was what they wanted, that was what they would get.

I sat back and looked at them as if I was beykoz escort trying to assess the situation.

Susan jumped in, ‘So you want Alex to manage the three flats we have brought in?’

I shook my head reflectively, which Art noticed and grinned. ‘I think Alex knows we want a bit more than that.’

‘It’s all the flats isn’t it. You don’t want to be the public face of the company, to the other apartments or the world at large, and the computer guy just wants to do the computers.’

Art nodded. ‘Mark, soon I am going to have to talk money and I am afraid it is going to be more than I am paying you. Mainly because it is a bigger job than you have been doing and I would like to expand quickly if we can. That will mean a lot more work than you have been doing.’

Mark looked a little crestfallen but in fairness, offered to leave if either of us did not want him there. Neither of us cared, I knew he was going North and I would be unlikely ever to see him again.

‘I am going to want to know quite a bit more I am afraid. In principle I would love the job but I need to know what sort of plans you have for expansion. I have some myself and quite frankly relish the opportunity of working with you both. I have given this business quite a lot of thought, frankly, wondering whether I could ever afford to lease a couple of flats and go into competition.’

Art laughed, leant forward and shook my hand ‘Sounds good, ask away.’

‘I know how many flats you have and who the tenants are. Are there any more in the pipeline? How many monthly, quarterly and annual passes have you sold, and what is your renewal percentages? How many three-day introductory passes do you sell each month and what is their conversion percentage? You see I want this information so that I can assess how I am doing, not that I want to know how much you make out of it. ‘Although,’ I grinned, ‘from those numbers I would be able to make a fair guess. I know how much the apartments cost, and what you have been paying me in backhanders so can make a fair estimate of running costs. All I do not know is Mark’s salary, and the amount of maintenance you need on cameras and computers. I am guessing only Darren and one maybe two part-time electricians who double up as labourers when opening a new flat.’

‘Wow, you don’t pull any punches, but that’s fair. Particularly the reason for knowing the most important numbers, the customer base. When you agree to the salary and we chat and agree about how we are going to grow the business then I will open the books to you so that you can see exactly what base we are working from.’

‘That’s fair, but you haven’t heard the big request yet. I want to be a partner.’

Greed huh. Greed I have in spades.

‘Wow. I really did not see that coming,’ said Art. Susan and Mark just looked on with their mouths open.

‘Don’t panic, I am not looking for an equal partnership. You have the money and Darren has the computer skills, but neither of you can be the front man for the tenants, and the image man for the company if it gets any bigger. I will need to get a percentage say twenty five percent, leaving seventy-five for you and Darren. I guess you will need to talk to him about that. I have no idea whether you are equal partners, or you take interest out for the cash you put in and then equal partners or even eighty- twenty. Anyway, that will be a conversation for the two of you, and of course I will need to meet Darren. Where are you based?’

‘Less than a mile away, we have a small office and a storage area for the electrical gear.’

‘Okay future planning. There are two ways forward. The first is more expensive but you need to double the number of flats and you have to change the style of many of the tenants. I would bet you that in less than a week the three girls below us are one of the top draws. Three practically naked girls running around. What’s not to watch. Us, Joanne and Pete. Top three I reckon, and let’s face it we have helped put Joanne and Pete on the map. The other way to expand is to advertise to customers that we will be having at least one new flat a month, for say, six months, and generate more income to pay for each new one by improving the quality of the tenants. You also want to get the customers more involved. I have some thoughts on that if we can tie the knot. And don’t forget that for that 25% you also get Susan. She is a party planner, as was Mark and has a degree in entertaining. That about it for starters.’

All three of them were now looking at me wide-mouthed.

‘Do you have my cell-phone number. Of course you do, Mark has it.’

Art looked very bemused and said, ‘I guess we’re done for today. I will give you a call in the morning. As you say I need to talk to Darren and have a long hard think about this. I am really not looking for a partner.’

‘That’s funny,’ I laughed, ‘I wasn’t really looking for a job.’

That made him laugh and we shook hands. ‘Can I buy you a drink before we go?’

‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘A prosecco and a pint of lager please. I am a little dry after so much talking.’

‘That’s all you are getting at this stage, Prosecco not Champagne.’

‘Absolutely right. The Champagne caddebostan escort will wait until tomorrow.’

We grinned at each other and I could hear him thinking ‘Cocky bugger.’

Art and Mark left and Susan grabbed my leg, ‘Alex what are you doing why didn’t you take the job first, and then try for the partnership later?’

‘Because he needs me, and let’s face it they said greed was good.’

She laughed and said, ‘My hero. Do you really think he will offer you a partnership?’

‘I really think so. It won’t be twenty-five percent, it will be twenty maybe fifteen. I will have to have some plans ready for expansion, and how to get the customers more involved.’

That evening I persuaded Susan to wash the floor as she did last week, bent double but this time without knickers. Later, between bouts of silent thinking and computer surfing, particularly watching the other flats, she blew me on the sofa and we fucked long and hard again in bed. I had to show Darren that I had stamina as well as flair. It was only later that I realised she had swallowed my sperm. That didn’t happen very often.

I got the phone call about nine-thirty. They must have known I was still in bed, they could watch me on the cameras. I agreed to meet them at their offices, a mile away, at one o’clock. I googled their address and we set off soon after twelve. We were in the Crest and Feathers pub over the road from their office by half past twelve for a quick livener. I asked the landlord about the office across the road but he did not know them. I didn’t really expect them to be regular pub users as, although they were old friends, Art presumably did not have much of a social life near the office. Another reason they needed me. I was quite surprised that the storage area they mentioned was actually very big. The office was on two floors and the storage area, with big double doors on the end, also appeared to be two floors and about twice the size of the office itself. There was plenty of room for two cars or vans and storage room besides, even on the ground floor. It was far bigger than necessary.

We crossed the road at one o’clock and rang the bell. It turned out that the office was just the ground floor and there was a flat above which Darren lived in. Darren himself was a bit of a recluse I suspected. The same sort of age as Art but very quiet and surprisingly good looking. I could see that Susan liked him. She thought she wasn’t being watched as she undid another button on her floaty dress. Then she saw me looking and got embarrassed. We both knew that the dress was the only article of clothing she wore. I had not put out any bra or panties for her. I don’t know whether Darren saw Susan’s action but he certainly seemed appreciative of her figure generally. I thought that may help so I tried to think of a way to encourage Susan to undo a few more buttons.

They must have discussed me at length.

Art said, ‘Tell Darren about yourselves and why we should even contemplate giving you a share of our business.’

I gave him a quick resume of my life and a slightly exaggerated version of my degree and how it could relate to running a business. Tricky. Waffle. Garbage. I thought I had better give him a little real thought on taking this forward.

‘Look, realistically you don’t want me for what I have done which is very little. You want me for my ability to convert this bunch of losers in some of your apartments into sexual exhibitionists that will encourage people to pay to watch them.’ I had seen Susan surreptitiously undoing a couple more buttons on her dress. A quick nod to her was correctly interpreted. Turning slightly to one side so that Art and Darren could not see her she rapidly undid the remaining three buttons but held the dress together as she turned back towards them. I don’t think that they had caught her movement they were so wrapped in what I was saying.

‘As I said, you want us, Susan and myself, to turn them into exhibitionists and sexual athletes like we are.’

I held my hand out towards Susan and she took the clue and stood up, opening her dress to expose herself completely. Darren goggled, while Art just laughed but I noticed he could not drag his eyes away. ‘If you think you can bribe us like that I can assure…’

I interrupted him. ‘We don’t. You can sit down again Susan. I am not bribing you, you are not touching her and I am certainly not going to let her sleep with you. I am showing you what I have done with a regular, almost shy girl, who would no more think of exposing herself than flying before we got together. You have seen us in the apartment. You have seen us at parties and with our friends. You know in your hearts what I can do. Let me also give you one of my ideas for expanding the business that will not bring in any more money but will link us more closely to our customers. If we agree a deal within two days I will come back with an idea of which tenants we should keep, which ones we should encourage to open themselves up and which ones we should get rid of. The customer link would be to establish a feed-back site where they could login, talk to other customers and we could feed them with titbits, questions, quizzes with prizes and ask for their views. This week ask them to vote for the prettiest girl, next week the hunkiest man, the week after the best tits, the best cock, the sexiest, the old game fuck or marry? – Susan The results ‘ Woowoo twenty percent marry, twenty-five percent fuck, fifty-five percent both.’

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I was sitting nervously in front of the mirror in the newly decorated guest room. Chad was set to arrive in half an hour. My wife was getting ready in what was for now our bedroom. She had told me to dress up for the occasion, though I was still to wear my maid’s outfit. I opened my jewelry box and tried to decide how to accessorize.

I selected a lace choker with a teardrop-shaped diamond. Fastening it around my neck, I checked my appearance again. My blonde hair was nicely done in a ponytail with two long bangs on either side of my face. Some tastefully applied light blue eyeshadow set off my eyes and a cherry-tasting lipgloss had made my lips quite shiny. Without careful examination, I looked like a fairly attractive woman and I knew Vicky would be pleased. As a finishing touch, I picked up the bottle of Princess perfume by Vera Wang (given to me with a bit of a smirk by my wife) and dabbed at my wrists and below my ears. Perfect!

I glanced around at the guest room. A stranger might have guessed that it belonged to a teenage girl. Liberal amounts of pink and white were all around me, from the curtains to the posters. Vicky said that I would be allowed to decorate it, but that turned out to be only a choice between several things she picked out for me. Between a poster of cartoon ponies and a poster of some kid named Justin Bieber, (apparently he was popular) I picked the second one.

The one thing I appreciated was the large white canopied bed. After confessing to my wife that I had always been jealous of my sister’s bed when I was younger, she bought one that was very similar. I was actually quite keen to sleep in it; the soft mattress and transparent lace curtains looked inviting. There would be plenty of time to try it out later though, until then I had some unwelcome tasks ahead of me.

Standing up, I gave my image one last glance and headed to our bedroom, intentionally not looking at what was laying on top of the dresser. For once I appreciated my high heels clacking on the hardwood floor, as it would help ensure that I didn’t end up peeping at Vicky.

I had been tempted to go earlier and catch a peek of my wife changing but didn’t dare. Seeing her naked figure, as lovely as it was, wasn’t worth the spanking I would definitely get. Dealing with Chad showing up would be difficult enough without being unable to sit down. Still though, my chastity device-encased clitty tried to stir at the thought of seeing her naked. I smoothed my skirt and knocked, not wanting to risk it.

“Come in.” came the voice of my wife through the door.

I opened the door and saw she was at the mirror just as I had been. Vicky was wearing a green silk gown and black heels. I knew her favorite color was green, mostly because it matched her eyes. Her straight black hair fell evenly around her and went halfway down her back. Several emeralds spaced out on a silver chain around her neck completed the look.

I walked over to her and watched her putting on her earrings. She picked up the hairbrush and wordlessly handed it to me, her eyes still on her reflection. I felt a pinprick of jealousy as I started brushing her long hair. She mostly wore simple and plain outfits for me, and she was obviously dressing up for him. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever seen that dress before. Seeing her eyes in the mirror move to me brought my attention back to the moment.

“You’re looking very pretty tonight Caitlin. You’re not trying to seduce Chad yourself, are you?” she asked with a teasing smile. Unable to stop myself from going red, I shook my head quickly.

“N-no Mistress Vicky.” I lisped, stammering slightly.

“And did you practice today sweetie?” she said, her smile widening.

The “practice” she was referring to had to deal with the dildo that was on top of the dresser in the guest room. My wife had told me to practice sucking on it everyday, in preparation for the inevitable blowjob I would have to give Chad. The first few times I practiced were under her supervision and I was incredibly embarrassed as I responded to her directions on how to deep throat, how hard to suck, and how to move my tongue around.

I would always be on my knees in front of the bed with her sitting on top of it next to me, with my skirt flipped up and panties down. Any hesitation in following her commands were met with a very hard smack with her hand on my sensitive ass. Once she was satisfied with my technique though, she left me to do it alone, with the condition that I had to pleasure the realistic dildo for ten more minutes each day. Today I’d sucked on it for a tiring forty straight minutes.

“Yes Mistress Vicky.” I lisped softly, my face as red as could be.

“Good. You know what you need to do tonight, right?” she asked, looking at me in the mirror. I nodded and looked away.

“Good girl! Alright, let’s head downstairs. I want you to mix some drinks for Chad and I. He likes a martini.” she said, standing up.

I followed her downstairs, checking the clock as we went by. Fifteen minutes to go. Butterflies starting tuzla escort fluttering around in my stomach as I imagined opening the door when he arrived. Chad wouldn’t be the first man to see me dressed as a maid, but he would be the first I had known previously.

Would he keep it secret from all the people where I used to work? I knew it didn’t really matter anymore as my wife had made it quite clear that I would be a homemaker from now on, but it still bothered me slightly. Everyone there thought I was gay (despite my insistence otherwise) and the news that I was a sissy maid would be greeted as a satisfying explanation of our marriage.

News of our engagement surprised everyone there. Most people were politely incredulous when I told them. In fact, some of them didn’t believe me and asked Vicky if it was true. After the first few times that happened, I learned to let Vicky break the news.

Unsurprisingly, she made every decision regarding the wedding, including my tux, who would be invited, and even what my wedding vows would be. I was pretty embarrassed that the “honor and obey” part that some women vowed would actually be said by me instead, but I didn’t want to risk ruining things by complaining. Thankfully, only a few titters were heard as I said that during the ceremony. I knew my sister was one of them though, having plenty of memories of her giggling at me.

Suddenly I was brought back to the present and seized with the impulse to ask her something. Hesitating for half a second, I spoke up.

“Mistress Vicky?” I lisped. She stopped and turned around.

“Yes sweetie?” she said, her eyebrows raised.

“Do you still…I mean…” I lisped, looking at her meaningfully but unable to finish. She looked at me for a second or two, then smiled warmly.

“Of course I do honey. I’ll always love you no matter what. This thing with Chad is just a physical attraction. He’s an excellent lover and a very good choice for fathering a child. Once we’re sure I’m pregnant from him, he won’t be around here at all. At least until I’m ready for another one.” she said, cupping my face in her hands. I nodded slowly, somewhat reassured.

She moved closer and kissed me on the cheek. I was a little bit disappointed, wanting to feel her lips on mine, but that was only for special occasions. From my days as her secretary I knew she was a shrewd manager of people. She probably wanted to reassure without rewarding me for that behavior. Still though, I couldn’t complain about feeling her lips and I smiled back. Vicky turned around and we kept going.

We split up at the end of the hallway, my wife headed to the living room while I went to the kitchen. I pulled out the drink cart and got to work mixing their drinks. Pouring the gin made my mouth water slightly. I had enjoyed liquor in the past, but it made me somewhat intolerant of Vicky’s orders and that was unacceptable to her. As a result, she hadn’t let me have a drink in several years. I suspected she enjoyed teasing me about it too, judging from the satisfied sound she started to make after every sip of hers.

I was longing to take a drink, mostly to calm my nerves. I sincerely didn’t want to suck Chad off, despite people believing I was gay. That rumor had been going around since the middle of high school for reasons I won’t go into just yet. More broadly speaking though, I was aware of several effeminate mannerisms that I had a very difficult time getting rid of. The girls at the office had certainly picked up on them.

Back when I was Vicky’s assistant, they’d seen me blush whenever they talked about guys. The other secretaries started trying to fix me up with their gay friends and even setting up a profile for me on a gay dating site. I complained to Vicky about it, but she told me she had much more important matters to take care of. Though she sounded indifferent, I could of sworn she smiled as she turned away in her office chair.

*Ring Ring*

The sound of the doorbell nearly made me drop the bottle I was holding. He was early! I put down the vermouth and headed to the door, trying to will my stomach to stop fluttering. I stalled for a few seconds by checking the peephole. It was Chad alright. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

“Greetings Sir, welcome.” I lisped, curtsying and remembering the honorific Vicky told me to use.

Chad’s first reaction was one I’ve experienced before. A slight widening of the eyes and his lips curling upward as he realized I wasn’t really a woman. At least he was polite enough not to burst out laughing, though just barely.

Chad was several inches taller than me, even though I was in high heels. He had a handsome face and short but tousled brown hair. He was wearing a suede jacket that didn’t hide the fact that he was well-built.

I remembered most of the secretaries had their eyes on him, but wouldn’t make a move because of his rumored relationship with Vicky. It was the other way around for me. I was far too intimidated to talk to Vicky as anything other than her assistant with göztepe escort guys like him around.

Naturally I no muscles to speak of. Though Vicky had assigned me workouts to keep myself toned, they were all cardio and usually only something a woman would do, such as butt-lifting and (I still haven’t lived this down) pole dancing.

“Thanks Caitlin. I didn’t recognize you right away. You certainly look…different.” he said, coughing slightly as he suppressed a laugh. As usual, I couldn’t help turning red.

Clearly they’d talked about me, otherwise he wouldn’t have known the nickname that had stuck to me like glue. Wondering what other embarrassing things he might know, I backed up a few steps and moved to the side of the hallway, my head still bowed submissively as he walked inside. I starred at his shoes and gave the slightest cough, trying to respectfully request him to remove them. Chad got the hint and took them off, watching me as I bent down to put them in the closet.

“This way Sir.” I lisped in my practiced tone, walking past him and bidding him to follow.

As we went to the living room, I was pretty sure he was looking at me from behind. Vicky had taught me to walk suggestively during the early parts of my training and by now it was the only way I walked. Was he staring at my ass? Suddenly I wished my skirt was a little longer.

We walked into the living room and my wife stood up. I hurriedly got out of the way and watched them embrace. It wasn’t long before they kissed. The pinprick of jealousy I had been experiencing became a full blown stab as I saw them start to use their tongues. Though it had only been a week since I’d last cum, my clitty starting dripping at the sight.

Finally they ended the kiss. My wife glanced at me, her pale skin somewhat flushed. I quickly took the hint and went to the kitchen to finish their drinks as they settled down on the couch. Placing the olive inside Chad’s martini, I went to work on my wife’s Cosmo. I really, really wanted to take a sip of one of these drinks, especially considering the task I had ahead of me. But if Vicky found out about it I would be sleeping face down for the next couple of days. Sighing regretfully, I picked them up and headed to the living room.

They were talking as I entered. My wife looked up at me from the couch and broke off whatever she’d been saying. I was a little curious about it but knew better than to ask. I set down their drinks on the table and stood there uncomfortably, not sure what I should do. Vicky motioned me down on my knees and I obeyed immediately, which unfortunately put me closer to Chad than her.

“Caitlin, introduce yourself.” she said to me, taking a sip from her Cosmo.

“Hello Sir. My name’s Caitlin, I’m Mistress Vicky’s…sissy maid.” I lisped, so embarrassed that I barely finished the sentence.

“Hi Caitlin. I’m Chad. Your wife’s man.” he said simply, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I’m happy you’re here Sir. Would you please make my wife happy, since I can’t anymore?” I lisped, knowing what Vicky wanted me to say.

“Oh? And why can’t you?” he said, looking mildly curious.

I looked at my wife for a moment and then stood up. This would be far worse than the several embarrassments I had gone through so far. Closing my eyes, I lifted my skirt in front of them. This time Chad did burst out laughing. He likely knew I was in chastity, but seeing it was another matter.

The entire area was smooth of course. My small clitty was encased in a pink chastity device and further covered by a see-through black thong. I opened my eyes to see Chad was looking at it with interest while he sipped his martini.

“How long do you keep her locked up like that?” he asked conversationally.

“A few weeks, depending on her behavior.” my wife said, now running her hand over his leg lightly.

“And if she behaves badly?” he asked, putting his drink down.

“Then she goes longer, not to mention going over my knee. But don’t worry, I have her pretty well trained by now.” Vicky said, her hand resting over his crotch.

My wife looked directly at me now, motioning me to my knees again. I sank down slowly as I watched them kiss. Vicky unzipped his pants, bringing out his half-hard cock. My eyes widened when I saw it; Chad’s cock was twice as big as mine even though it wasn’t nearly at full length. I felt a surge of jealousy as I mentally compared my clitty to his cock. At the corner of my vision, I could see my wife undressing.

Vicky put her hand on the back of my head and firmly pushed my head closer to his cock. Ignoring the sinking feeling in my stomach, I leaned forward and licked the tip. It immediately responded and grew larger. My clitty had been trying to do the same, but was mercilessly prevented by the chastity device. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked gently, going a little deeper as I felt him get to full size.

I was getting into a rhythm now with my tongue moving all along the underside. Suddenly I felt Vicky’s hand pulling üsküdar escort me off his cock. I took a few deep breaths and leaned backward, grateful for a few seconds of rest. My wife broke off their kiss and swung over onto his lap, facing him with her arms around his neck. I had a bird’s eye view of her pussy slowly sinking onto Chad’s cock.

Vicky gasped as his cock went all the way in, likely touching places I never had. Chad started to fuck her now, putting both hands on her hips and moving her up and down. I leaned forward again and lapped submissively at his balls. Soon enough my wife started talking between gasps.

“Ohhh…that’s amazing…you…you’re so…big…” she said, bouncing up and down on his cock.

I could do little more than continue to lap at Chad’s balls. My clitty was dripping badly by now and desperately wanted to get hard. After about ten minutes of slow fucking, they were both moving faster now, kissing each other and moaning. I knew it wasn’t long until they both came.

Vicky threw her head back and shrieked softly while Chad pushed her all the way down on his cock. I could feel his balls tightening with my tongue. He was cumming inside her! I could hear Vicky gasp each time he pumped another spurt inside her pussy.

She collapsed against him, both of them breathing heavily. Not knowing what to do now, I kept licking Chad’s balls. From my viewpoint, her pussy was filled stretched slightly by his thick cock, and that kept his cum from dripping out. My wife recovered soon enough and addressed me.

“Okay sweetie, I’m going to get off now. As soon as I do, keep your tongue over my pussy. We have to give Chad’s sperm time to knock me up.” she said. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was smirking at me.

Vicky swung back over to her side of the couch and I quickly plugged her pussy with my tongue. His cum had a bitter taste as it slowly seeped onto my tongue. My clitty had soaked through my panties by now, but no one seemed to be concerned about that.

I heard Chad get up to go to the bathroom. My wife was putting her bra back on, but from where I was I couldn’t get a good view of her breasts.

She drank down the last of her Cosmo and sighed contentedly. By now most of Chad’s cum was just sitting against my tongue. Imagining that his cum might be impregnating her at that very moment made me squirm uncomfortably, trying to adjust my chastity device. Finally I felt a couple taps on my head. I looked up and saw Vicky smiling at me.

“Alright sweetie, lick it up.” she said, her eyes gleaming.

A big load of cum moved into my mouth the second I lowered my tongue. Grimacing slightly at it’s bitterness, I swallowed it. It had a stronger taste than my own and the amount of it was several times more than I was capable of producing. Vicky encouraged me to continue with her hand, alternately stroking my hair and pushing me deeper into her pussy.

After Vicky was sure that I’d licked her pussy clean, she stood and pulled her panties back up. My wife smiled down at me, seeing my smudged makeup and wide eyes. I hadn’t stopped blushing since Chad arrived, and my cheeks were no doubt still bright red.

“Chad and I will going to the bedroom now. Remember to make breakfast for him too in the morning, and when you warm up the shower for him, he likes it a little hotter than I do.” she said, stroking my hair.

“Yes Mistress Vicky.” I lisped, standing up and curtsying.

I waited for her to head to the bedroom, and I slowly crept to the hallway, trying to minimize the sound of my heels on the hardwood. Chad had gone to the bathroom earlier and I wasn’t eager to bump into him. I peered around the corner and saw the bathroom door was open and the light was off. Whew.

I quickly entered the bathroom and shut the door. As I washed my face in front of the mirror, it gave me time to think. On the whole, it wasn’t quite as bad as it could have been. Chad was nicer than I’d expected. Having my mouth on his cock and balls was unpleasant, but I’d gotten through it. I didn’t get to cum, but that was hardly surprising, as it was only a week since my last reward.

I sat down to pee before going to bed. To my shock, I sank down right into the toilet! Pulling myself out of it, I looked and saw that the seat was up. Apparently Vicky had unfastened it and Chad had left it up! I experienced a surge of annoyance that would be familiar to most women. However irritated I was though, I knew didn’t have the guts to complain. I could only clean myself up and forget about it.

Afterwards, I took off my heels and walked to the guest room. I paused for a few seconds at the bedroom door and listened in. All I could hear was a muffled conversation, followed by Vicky laughing. As curious as I was about what they were talking about, getting caught eavesdropping wasn’t worth it. Sighing softly, I went past the door and into the next room.

-A Few Hours Later-

I never really grasped how thin the walls in our house were before. Despite the softness of the bed that Vicky had picked out for me, (our bed was a little firmer, which matched her preference.) I couldn’t sleep. Not with the sounds I kept hearing from our bedroom. Apparently their quick lovemaking on the couch earlier was nothing more than a warm up.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32