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Work was SO fucking boring that day, I swear. I had to do something to liven it up, we were practically falling asleep onstage, and that’s no way to get ANYONE off, but at least there was one halfway interesting guy in the place. I sort of buzzed around him between sets, and we ended up chatting a good long while. Through pretty much all of my shift, actually.

At some point I realized it was time for last call, and made the appropriate announcements. Since it was so bloody slow, I got to hang out with Mr. Mystery even while I cleaned up, and when 2 am rolled around I didn’t toss him out the door. Fuck it, I figured, I could use the company since cleaning up was a real pisser.

‘I bet you hate cleaning up after these fucking pigs,’ he said and we both laughed. He was sort of geeky looking, with glasses and his hair was kinda crazy, but the overall effect was appealing. Sort of innocent-looking. I grinned at the thought and he caught me.’What are you laughing at, huh?’ he asked good-naturedly, and grinned himself.

I just kept grinning at him, and walked away to put up the barstools. I was still in my work clothes, which this evening consisted of this hot stretch-velvet black and white leopardskin print dress that barely covered my ass, a black lace thong and thigh-high black vinyl stilleto boots. I could feel his eyes crawling on my ass as I strutted around and I was starting to get off on it.

‘So what’d you ask me to stay for?’ he asked me, playing dumb. I took his cue. ‘Oh, you know how it is… these stools get SO heavy at the end of the night…’ I even batted my lashes. He laughed out loud. I turned to put up another stool. Then I felt him behind me, close behind, and I turned around.

‘Playful little slut, aren’t you?’ he said, looking down at me. ‘What are YOU going to do about it?’ I retorted, and lightly pushed on his chest seeking to exit.

Instead he grabbed my wrists with his hands and twisted them behind my back, then pulled me tightly against him, where I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ he whispered before dipping his head to lick my throat. I started to fight his grip but he was STRONG. I was beginning to see who was REALLY in control here, and despite a sense of unease, I felt myself getting a little damp between my legs.

He was alot bigger than me, and so it was easy for him to grip both of my wrists in one of his hands. Adjusting me a little bit, he freed one of his hands, and he pinched my ass through my dress… HARD!

‘Ow, you DICK!’ I hissed at him, but not without noticing my breathing had begun to get heavy. I struggled a little bit, but my wriggling only seemed to arouse the bastard more. He pinned me against the bar behind me, which held me enough off balance that I couldn’t try to kick at him and which caused discomfort if I struggled or leaned anywhere but into him. I glared up at him.

‘What next, asshole? You gonna rape me?’ He laughed… the asshole LAUGHED!… again. He was having entirely too much fun at my expense. ‘No, rape implies that you won’t like what I do to you… and make you do to me.’ No ego there, eh?

He bent his head to my throat again, this time nibbling his way up to my ear, where he whispered ‘I KNOW you like this, fuckslut.’ Then he bit my neck, harder. I gasped and moaned a little. ‘Stop it, let me go dammit!’ But despite the fear, the little bit of pain had hardened my nipples… and he could see that quite clearly.

‘Oooh, stop it!’ he mimicked, looking down at my breasts, heaving with my breathing and specifically at the hard nubs of my nipples. ‘Yeah, you sleaze, you REALLY want me to stop, don’t you?’

I squirmed around more, trying to free my arms or get the balance I needed to kick him. Instead, he took his damned free hand and slid Escort Bayan it up my arm to my shoulder gently enough to give me goosebumps. Then he grabbed the top of my ‘dress’ and yanked… popping the strap and leaving a red welt already forming on the shoulder as I yelped.

‘You FUCKER, what do you think you’re doing?’ I demanded, trying to ignore the fact that my breast was hanging out and grazing his chest as I spoke. He didn’t, though, and smiling at me again bent his head down to it.

His tongue traced a wet little circle around my nipple, then he bared his teeth. ‘Mama,’ he said in a snide tone of voice, then nipped the sensitive, hard nipple. I jumped, and moaned, but this time offered little resistance… my panties were creamy, I couldn’t believe my body was getting off on this! He still firmly held my arms behind me, and used this to bend me backward, shoving the naked tit up at himself.

‘Oh, look, you CAN obey,’ he murmured as he captured my entire nipple in his mouth and began to suck on me. I shivered a little as I felt his tongue lapping and his mouth sucking. I also relaxed against him a little bit, offering a little bit despite myself.

He yanked on my dress again, this time tearing the rest off and baring my entire upper body down to my belly button. I stood there, panting, as he stared at them. I couldn’t look at him. I guess I should have because suddenly he wrenched the rest of my dress from my body and I was pinned there in nothing but black lace panties and thigh high boots!

I jumped and began to fight anew, and he spun me around, keeping hold of my wrists. Suddenly I found myself bent over the next stool I was planning to put up, with my hands again behind me and my ass in the air.

‘Girls who can’t obey get spanked, Michelle,’ he purred, and I immediately began to kick… to no avail, because his huge hand slapped down on my bare ass cheek hard enough to ring in my ears and bring tears to my eyes. I immediately stopped kicking, and the hand that had just slapped my ass was suddenly tenderly rubbing my ass, gently rubbing my cheeks, and stopping for a finger to trace the line where my thong disappeared in between my legs. Confused and scared I found myself undoubtedly turned on by the whole scenario, and wildly hoping he would both leave me alone and touch me more.

As I lay over the seat of the stool, I heard him rustling around behind me and wondered what he was doing. I stopped wondering when I heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper… he was taking out his dick!

‘I think you need a little lesson, you know that?’ he said, as he continued to move around behind me. I knew he’d undone his zipper but had no idea what he was doing beyond that, and was tense, awaiting invasion from behind. I was kind of HOPING for it, at this point, and was a little freaked out about it.

Instead, I felt myself being picked up and turned over. I realized I had my eyes closed, and when I opened them I saw HIM again… he had one wrist in each of his hands, and turned me to face him. Then, he pushed me down to the dirty floor with his grip, and to avoid falling over I had to go down like he wanted. I looked up at him, blinking a little to clear my vision and get the tears out of my eyes. I was breathing heavily, and my naked boobs were heaving, making it obvious to him that I was getting something out of this.

I saw his cock, now level with my face and had a good idea of what he wanted. ‘I… I’ll suck you if you want me to,’ I whispered hesitantly, strangely hungry. He laughed again, humiliating me further… then I felt wetness on my face.

He’d started to piss in my face! He spread my arms out to the sides so there was no way to shield myself, and hot piss streamed from him, soaking my face, running down my naked Bayan Escort body and puddling on the floor where I knelt. I heard, felt and smelled him peeing all over me, and instead of crying for him to stop or bitching his nasty ass out, I felt myself becoming even more turned on… I writhed in his spray, opening my mouth so that I could drink it, thrusting my naked tits out further to bathe in it and spreading my thighs feeling it soaking through my already wet panties as it ran down me.

‘Oh you are the little slut, aren’t you,’ he sighed when he saw I was ENJOYING the shower. I saw the flow start to ebb and saw his dick getting harder.

‘Let me lick it clean,’ I asked him, staring at his cock. He thrust it in my face and allowed me to lick the droplets of urine which had dampened it. He raised my arms over my head and again grasped them in one hand, freeing his other hand to grasp the shaft of his penis.

He slapped my face with his wet, hard dick… leaving his piss and my spit on my face. When he laughed at me I squirmed in my puddle, still kneeling. ‘Open wide,’ he said and as I did I felt him hammer himself home deep into my throat, gagging me and choking me.I couldn’t breathe but he left his cock in my throat, and I started to writhe around trying to get air. Finally, just when I started to panic and thought I’d pass out he yanked it out of my mouth.

I sat there, reeking of the piss that dripped from me and gasping for air. He started to jack his cock in my face, calling me names the whole time. ‘You like my cock, bitch? Yeah, you do, you like everything about it, my piss, my cum. How would you like to eat my cum, fuckslut?’ He held me motionless as I stared at his penis, watching his hand moving up and down the slick shaft… then he stopped.

‘Get up,’ he commanded. Then I noticed he wasn’t holding onto my hands anymore… how had I missed that, I wondered. For some crazy reason, I did what he told me. ‘Take off those panties,’ was next.

I slid the piss-soaked panties down over my boots to the floor, then stepped out of them. ‘Pick them up.’ I bent over and picked them up, holding them in my hands but keeping my eyes riveted on him. ‘Now, suck my piss out of them.’ I hesitated. Suck HIS piss out of MY panties… this was fucking insanity!

I held the saturated lace up to my face, and opened my mouth. Suddenly I was practically orgasming… I felt so dirty, so nasty, so vile… and I was getting OFF on it. Instead of just sucking the piss, I gave him a shitty look, leaned my head back and wrung them out over my mouth, gulping the urine that trickled out. ‘That all?’ I asked as I finished, wiping my mouth with the fabric.

I’d succeeded in surprising him, I felt. He stood there, looking at me… but his cock JERKED. He grabbed me by my hair and kissed me, hard and deep, sucking on my tongue hard until I thought he’d rip it out of my mouth. Then, he grabbed my tit and mercilessly twisted my nipple until I thought he’d rip it off my body. I matched him, grabbing his cock and squeezing it in my hand, hard.

I found myself lifted off the floor as his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed… squeezed so hard I knew I’d have fingerprints for days. We kissed, all tongues and teeth, savagely. I felt my ass being pulled apart by his hands, the cheeks still absolutely squashed by his grasp, and felt both my asshole and my pussyhole spreading as he pulled them open.

I pulled my face away from his and he reached up and slapped me. I gasped and whimpered a little bit, then felt his knee pushing its way between my legs. Gratefully I spread my thighs for him and began to grind my pussy down on his thigh. I thought his grip on my ass was going to split me, and the pain made me crazy. I bit his neck, hard, and heard him curse at me, Escort then he bit mine, and didn’t let go. I felt his teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck and moaned, loudly.

At that same second, I felt fingers shoved into my asshole… from both of his hands! He was plunging fingers into me, then spreading my asshole wide as he chewed on my neck… I humped his thigh, crying into his chest and he viciously spread my ass wider open. Suddenly the fingers were gone and I was empty, and just as suddenly I was yanked back from his chest… my back bent, my legs spread, and my pussy open for the world.

He plunged his hand into my gaping pussy, shoving first three, then four fingers into me. Clinging to him to keep my balance, I spread my thighs the best I could, and took his hand… he was muttering something but I didn’t know what, and he shoved it into me and yanked it out of me. I saw his hand drenched with my lube, and all I could think about was wanting him back in me.

I felt myself falling, and didn’t realize he’d thrown me to the floor until I hit, in a sprawl of naked flesh and black vinyl. I lay on the wet carpet, still panting, with my legs spread, as he yanked his pants down his legs. Then he was on his knees in front of me, pushing me farther down until I lay all the way down, my hair starting to soak the piss up from the carpet. Grabbing my thighs in his hands he violently yanked my legs apart and in the same motion centered himself between them and plunged into me.

I let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan, as his cock ripped into my raw pussy, already sore from the invasion of his hand. He tore into me with a cock that was absolutely HUGE and fucked me like a dog, ramming it into me and grunting with the force. I thought I was torn apart, but loved every second of the violent fuck, and wrapped my legs around his pumping waist. He still gripped my thighs, and I felt him squeezing as the first orgasm ripped through me. My whole body convulsed, my hips slammed up to meet him and I was crying through the grunts and moans we were both making. The smell of fucking and piss intensified it, and one convulsion turned into two…. I lay beneath this rutting bastard powerless to do anything but orgasm, and I came and came and came… but still he didn’t.

He yanked his cock out of my dripping hole in the middle of my orgasms, disappointing me. Using my thighs, he spread me further and lifted me a little bit off the floor… then he let go of me with one hand to grab his dick and reposition it between my legs. Then he slammed home again – this time stuffing that hard, wet, throbbing dick right into my poor torn asshole!

I screamed with the pain of his new invasion, and felt wetness in my asshole… oh god it burned, but it made me cum again, and I thrashed underneath him as he plunged himself in and out of my ass. I gouged his back, and bit his chest in my frenzy, and he slapped me again. The pain combined with the orgasm created a feeling indescribable in its sheer dirty ecstacy, and I felt him growing within me, getting ready to shoot his load in my ass.

‘Dirty fuckslut, aren’t you?’ he breathed and I felt him start to jerk inside my ass. He was cumming, I KNEW it, I thought, and fucked his cock with my ass, wanting to milk all the jizz I could. He yanked himself out of my asshole while he was still cumming and yelled ‘Drink this, cunt!’

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth just as the first spurt hit my face, then tasted piss, pussyjuice and my own asshole on the jerking squirting dick that filled my mouth. Greedily I sucked him, licking myself off and swallowing his cum. I sucked until I felt him go completely soft, then collapsed on the floor, panting and spasming.

He got off me, knelt over me, and used what was left of my dress to wipe himself clean. He shook the last little driblets of semen out of himself off in my face, then got up.

‘You’d better lock this,’ he said on his way out of the bar. ‘You never know what kind of sick fucker’s gonna come through that door.’

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Being hard up for money can make people do desperate and frightening things. I was in need a couple of months ago and decided to find a way to make some fast cash. My girlfriend told me she knew to somebody who wanted a mistress for his wife and himself to share. The man (I later knew as Steve) was willing to give $500 to a woman who had no limits but yet she had to be innocent. I might not be innocent, but I’m naïve sometimes and decided to go along with the deal. My friend told me when Steve would call and pick me up downtown. I was supposed to wear no panties or bra. He also told me to wear a lot of makeup and trim my “bush” as he called it. I wore a white lace off shoulder blouse and black mini. Steve seemed please and took me for a ride around town and then out to eat. I thought this won’t be that bad, since he was nice looking and kept me at ease. He did stare at my chest a lot, though. “Where is your wife? I thought she was part of this whole thing. Not that I’d mind being alone with you,” I said. Steve smiled and said,”Oh, she’s waiting at home for us. I’m going to have you two take a bath together and get all clean!” with that he finished his apple pie and we left for his home.

When we get to his house, his wife is waiting and mad!! She’s pretty with dark hair and skin (unlike my fair skin and auburn hair) and has only a teddy on. Ruth tells Steve to “Take your whore in Escort Bayan the bedroom and fuck her, then!!” She then walks up and lifts up my skirt and looks at my trimmed little bush and fingers it. I just stand there as Steve watches her inspect me. Ruth pushes me backwards so I fall on the couch. I feel her pulling my skirt down and she spread my legs wide open. She smiles and pushes two fingers inside my pussy really hard and puts her thumb on my clit. I cry out a little and Ruth says, “Oh look at her little button” and then, “she had better cum when I eat this little pussy”. I felt really violated as Steve (whom I had trusted) watched and kept a straight face.

Ruth then grabbed my hair and pulled me up and told me to strip. As I undressed she watched my big breasts fall out of my shirt and grabbed my nipples hard. “You’re a skinny bitch whore” and started pushing me by my hair into the bedroom. Steve was getting undressed in the bedroom and had at least an 8-inch cock. Ruth put me on my back and started to lick my pussy. She told me to cum and stuck her finger in my ass. I was totally shocked as she pushed another finger in. Ruth was being rough and then she got mad, “She needs to shit!” showing her finger to Steve. She got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and figured it was time for our bath. Steve jumped up and turned me over and rubbed Bayan Escort his cock against my ass. I felt him spread my cheeks and push against my hole. He pushed until he forced it inside my ass. I knew I had to go bathroom but he didn’t care as he pumped his cock in and out of my ass. I could feel my asshole being spread wide open and moaned, “Ouch! Oh, oh god, “ as I felt my shit starting to come out. He pulled out his cock and told me to finish going. I said,”No, I need to go into the bathroom” and Ruth came out with rubber gloves and a disposable enema. She told me to bend over and saw the shit on us both. Mad again, she gave me my enema and told me to hold it. Then she put Steve’s cock in my mouth and told me to clean it. He loved every minute of it and finally as I cried to go, Ruth and Steve let me go release my enema.

As I finished going, Ruth told me to get into the large garden tub. It felt nice to be inside the warm water with bubbles. She also got in and washed my back and held my breasts. I could feel myself relaxing and until she started to eat my pussy from behind. She sucked and licked my clit while she fingered my asshole. I finally came and she sucked all my juices. I was feeling pretty ashamed when Steven got into the tub and Ruth jumped out. He then put his cock into my pussy and fucked me in the bathtub. After about an hour, my pussy was sore. I Escort could feel his thumb going into my asshole as he pumped my pussy. “Ouch my pussy hurts,” I cry and Steve finally cums. He hands me a towel and I get out and dry off. I am visibly shaking and need some rest badly. They tell me to lie down and take a nap. Shortly after I fell asleep, I awake to Steve fucking Ruth and she is screaming and crying, as she has an orgasm she finally shuts up. I pretend to be asleep but Steven sees I’m awake and tells me to get my clothes on. “I’m taking you home”.

After we go into the car, Steve drove out into the country and stopped. He unzips his pants and tells me to suck his cock. It smelled like pussy and ass and he kept forcing my head down while I gagged. All of a sudden, he stopped and pushed me backwards and lifted my skirt. He spread my legs and rolled me over. I knew he was going to fuck my ass again. I cried as it burned and stung, “Oh, please stop! Oww!” I was crying and screaming but he just kept fucking me. I started to wet myself and stopped, then started again. The hot pee ran down my legs and Steve grabbed my pussy from the front and rubbed my clit. “You’re just a little girl!! You’re a nasty whore!” and finally he came in my ass. I was sobbing by then and he told me to clean up and he drove me home.

Outside my house he handed me the $500 and said, “We can do this again, right? “ And I say, ”Yeah, um okay, call me” and ran into my house with my wetness, feeling raped, humiliated and sore. I undress and curl up in my bed as my stomach begins to hurt. Part of me enjoyed what happened and I need to think about it now.

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Susanna Cox was sitting at her computer when her friend Stephanie Beasley came over. “Sorry, I didn’t get back to you last night, Susie. Had a night out with an old friend from High School.”

Susie swivelled around and looked at her friend. “There’s something different about you today, Steffie.”

“Different?” A worried look crossed her face. There were a couple of unusual red marks passing from the back of her neck that ran down beneath her green sweater. Her hands trembled and she almost spilled her coffee.

“Yes, it’s like we’re in the Sixties again.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not wearing a bra today.” Steffie looked down quickly and then back at her friend. Her breasts were hanging much lower than usual, and Susie noticed red marks around her wrists as well.

“Well, sometimes I like the freedom,” she whispered. “The straps cut into my shoulders, and I don’t wear it on the weekends. Just too painful today, so I hoped nobody’d notice if I. . .went without.”

“You should get them reduced if they’re hard on your back.”

“No, I couldn’t do that.” She took a gulp from her lukewarm coffee, and it steadied her a little. “What can I help you with?”

Susie beckoned her heavy friend forward, and said: “I need a cover story for tonight.”

“Cover story?”

“Yes. I’ve got to head out to a parish for a night meeting, but the boss doesn’t want me going out to work after dark.”

Steffie looked around. “But Jeff’d be happy you were meeting pastors anytime of day or night.”

“I meant the boss at home. The kids are all farmed out, but himself will get snarky if I’m out and he doesn’t know where I am. If I told him I was at your house helping cut out a dress, you’d back me up, wouldn’t you?”

“Sure, Susie, anytime. How late will you be out?”

“Till 10 at least.”

“Okay. I’ll have a line for him if he calls.”

“Thanks.”

Susie’s first call was in the afternoon, with Fr. Harold Beteman close to the chancery. He answered the door himself, an average, thin man in his early sixties with white hair and a deep tan. After introducing her to her secretary, he took her on a tour of his collectibles from his days as a Missionary in Bolivia. After 35 years in South America, he returned to the States and went through a special re-entry program before. Susie winced as he brought out a picture book as they sat on the couch in his living room.

“When’s he going to get down to the sex?” she thought. “I’ve heard of men who hire prostitutes just to talk to them, but I can get stories like this from my uncle Mike.”

When Bostancı Escort he opened the book up, the pictures of his village in Bolivia had a simple theme. There was one girl in a faded picture: average in every way in an embroidered low-cut, white blouse, elegant skirt and bare feet, whose dimpled smile electrified the viewer. It was a progression of her life, holidays and Sunday, at play and a work, raising three children to adulthood and dandling grandchildren from her knee.

“This woman was special to you?” Tears came to the corners of the old man’s eyes. “Your housekeeper.”

“Yes, she was.” His voice held a strong Latin accent, even though he was raised in the U.S.

There was a pause as Susie scrutinized the pictures. “She was more than your housekeeper, wasn’t she?” He daubed his face with a handkerchief, nodding. “Tell me about her.”

“I met her just after I got there. Bolivia’s priests usually take a consort, someone to live with them, and well, she ended up with me. It was a dream: hard work almost every day of the week, but it was simple and rewarded and blessed. When the bishop came, she went away with the kids until he left. Almost 35 years together, and then, she got sick. It was a gall bladder problem, something that gets fixed easily here, but we lived a long way from a hospital and by the time we got her there, it was too late. I tried to stay on, my daughter stayed with me and my people were so kind. But I just couldn’t stay in the wonderful place without her.”

The grandfather clock ticked in the corner. After a pause, he continued: “I came back home, and tried to live here like a regular priest. It’s so different, and I’ve struggled with life here, even though I’m from here. I miss my family, my kids and my grandkids. When I retire, I’m going back.”

Susie laid her hand on his. “You should. Being around family will help.”

“In the meantime, I miss the simplest things. I learned to use the Internet, but, but, seeing a real pair of breasts, feeling soft hands on my balls. . .”

“I understand,” Susie said. Slowly she stood before him, and undid each button of her blue blouse. Sliding it to the floor, she reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling the straps over her shoulders, and replacing the cups with her arm momentarily . She reached out with her hand and invited him to pull her arm away, revealing perfect, teardrop breasts.

His fingers traced her orbs reverently, skimming close to the areolae and following every curve until he caressed them with his palms. Her breath grew faster as he worshiped Erenköy Escort her flesh. It was a full fifteen minutes before he tentatively leaned forward to nurse her pink nipples.

Just when she thought she would burst, she pushed him away and lowered herself to kneel before him. She unbuttoned his fly, one at a time, and released his serpent, fondling his spongy balls. Her tongue took it time; he was ready to erupt as his cock appeared, and she wanted him to savor the experience. A measured pace intensified his arousal, and she orgasmed as he filled her hungry mouth.

The dinner hour was barely contained bedlam and all the little ships sailed for their ports of call by 7:00PM. Susie pretended to call Steffie in earshot of the master of the house to announce her departure and ask if she wanted anything. He was indifferent to her departure from the house, ensconced in his easy chair in front of a baseball game.

Fr. Marcus Frazier lived in a posh part of the city. A gate protected his property from ordinary people; the only heir of a rich family, he pastored a large parish closeby, and lived at his ancestral home with the Bishop’s permission. A handsome man with blond hair, blue eyes and sculpted body, he greeted her at the door with a martini, and led her to his study. They chatted easily in the study, smoking Havana cigars. Marcus had traveled the world, and delighted her with stories of his journeys. The martinis were followed by another round, and they took them poolside when they finished their cigars. The full moon crested the horizon and was sailing high into the night.

After a while, he touched her hand and said: “You’re most welcome here, Ms. Cox, I have been longing to meet you for a week.”

“Really?”

“Really. Word of your, good works, has been passing quietly around, and I’m looking forward to our time together. Tonight is special.”

“How so?”

“Tonight, there is a total eclipse of the moon. Magic will be in the air this midsummer’s evening, even though we’re not at the equinox yet. Perhaps warlocks are mating with witches tonight.”

“Sounds like fun.”

They sat and sipped their drinks, watching the stars go by. The weather was still warm and the occasional breeze played silky on their skin. He gulped the last of his drink, and shed his clerics, standing naked to show off his perfect physique before diving into the pool. It was illuminated by underwater lights, and he moved through the water with a dolphin’s grace. She stood up and shed her clothes, following him into the delicious water.

They Göztepe Escort swam and played like children, naked in the moonlight, splashing and dunking each other. He dove under the surface, and tickled her navel with his tongue; playfully, she tried to hold his head under until he couldn’t hold his breath any longer. She ducked under and nipped as his testicles; he had committed enough names to do anything he liked with her, and she was anxious as she broke the surface, giving him an urgent, open mouthed kiss that almost took his breath away.

It was time to leave the pool as a shadow crept over the face of the moon. She left with him close behind, he gathered her into his arms and carried her over to the couch where he laid her down on her back. Laying beside her, he kissed from her mouth down to her right nipple, while his right hand parted her legs and played with her inner lips and clitoris.

She ran her hands over his six pack and pecs, slick with water, before finding his manhood standing firm in appreciation. Stroking and playing with it, she soon rolled over and descended to embrace it with her soft lips, running her tongue up and down the shaft, before taking the entire length into her velvet mouth.

He groaned and stroked her hair, his balls building, before he pushed her head away and laid her down, legs spread wide to accept him. They thrust and pounded together as the moonlight faded; he flipped her around and entered from behind, and she trust back against him in sequence with his. Another change, and he was on his back while she rode him, bringing his hands up to fondle her breasts.

As her orgasm built, she saw the orange moon, deep in earthshine. Her vagina quivered, and then threw her over the edge, shuddering as he emptied himself with eyes wide open and buttocks clenched.

They held each other in the afterglow, and he nuzzled her chin. “You live up to your reputation, Ms. Cox.”

“Thank you. We aim to please.”

“Any chance I can get you to spend the night?”

She bit her lip. “I don’t think so. I’m expected back around 10:00.”

“Where are you supposed to be tonight?”

“With my friend Steffie, cutting out a dress.”

He thought for several minutes, and said: “So, you have a glass of wine with her after you’re done, and then another. You get carried away, Steffie’s a lot of fun, and you’re too drunk to drive home. Maybe she’s getting sick and you have to stay with her. Think that line will play?”

“Maybe.”

“I can do three way calling. If Steffie’s game, you can both be on the line at once, and take turns talking.”

Susie’s brow wrinkled in thought. “Yes, that might work. Let me call her first and get our stories straight; she’ll talk first and then me. And then. . .”

His lips sought hers and they blended in an open mouthed kiss.

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It’s an old building – for sure.

Yes, I work on the top floor alright, and the view is great – when I bother to look at it at all.

There is a medium sized potted rubber plant in one of the elevators.

I timed it.

It takes exactly 3 minutes, 31 seconds from lobby to the top, or vice versa – assuming no stops on the way.

They need a faster one.

It’s an old elevator.

It’s an old building.

I’m a young woman.

There ought to be a Law…

I just knew I could do it; and I couldn’t pull back from the risk.

I took an early lunch.

I wanted to be ready for it to come out at the right time.

I went shopping that day.

I bought vegetables, and picked-up a small free sampler-tube of hand cream from the cosmetics counter.

I ate twice the usual amount of Chinese food: Its better when it’s big – it comes out faster.

I checked the elevator out for over three months: Every day – at all different times.

At 6pm, there is a 90% chance that the elevator will stop on the way down from the 92nd floor to the Lobby.

But, at 8pm, I found, that there is only a 20% chance that it will stop – except on Mondays…

On Mondays, there is only a 15% chance of it stopping to pick up passengers.

I attribute this to Monday night football, or just that people want to flee the scourge of the ‘Monday work-curse’, and leave early.

I wanted it to be fair…

If I got caught, then it would be the end of my career.

But it had to be fair!

A six figure career…against odds of 15 to 85…

A 15% chance of getting caught, against an 85% chance of getting away with it…

The risk: became — acceptable; under the pressure of free expression, which I felt, I needed to explore.

I was, simply — fed up!

Fed up of towing-the-line — ‘The Corporate Line’ — all the GOD DAMED time…!

Around 5:30pm I let it be known that I would be working late this evening, but that all the staff should go; relax, and enjoy a nice, long, quiet evening at home tonight with their loved ones; for they had, all, done well that day – I lied.

The double portion of Chinese food from lunch was getting fully digested, and I could feel the pressure building at the back of me.

I brewed a fresh pot of coffee, just to be sure of prompt delivery.

The last staffer left at 7:15pm.

That’s when I started drinking the coffee, cup after cup — after cup.

I was ready for the challenge now.

Chp2.

I HAD MY hand-cream, my vegetables – a medium sized zucchini, washed and wiped: My favorite hair-brush with the long, thick, bobble-finger-grip handle; a gut full of digested Chinese food – and lashings of coffee in me.

No tights: –

Easy-fit French lingerie panties: –

Front fastening ‘Lift ‘n’ Separate’ bra: –

Slip-on peep-toed clogs:-

— And, statistically — the odds were stacking in my favor.

It was now or never!

As the clock came up to 8pm; I opened my desk drawer.

I took out my black velvet eye covers: I use them to block out the intense sun at the 92nd level when I need to catch a cat-nap in between — difficult – negations…

I was ready.

I grabbed my handbag, and my shopping, and moved to the elevator.

I pressed the call button and waited – shaking with anticipation.

I would have to be fast — nay, I would have to be — perfect! — And, much more than that, I would have to be…Lucky.

Right on cue, the elevator arrived.

It docked at the exact stroke of 8…

As the doors opened I prayed someone was in there so that I could, at least, put this off for now — but, it was empty, and the odds were with me…!

I stepped into the elevator’s inner-chamber.

The peppery scent of the oak paneling made me shudder.

I have shared that woody smell with my staffers many a day.

It reminded me just how public this space is… But; nevertheless, I was determined to see this through.

Chp. 3.

I PLACED ONE of my clogs between the incessant shutting of the doors, so that they couldn’t close.

It was time!

I took a deep breath and stepped up to the plate.

This was it!

Here we go: Let Luck shine kindly upon my soul…

“Okay,” I sighed to myself, “let’s get this done — NOW!”

I yanked the rubber plant out of its pot, and placed it to one side.

I took off my jacket, and rolled my top over my head, and laid them neatly on the floor behind me.

I unlatched, and unzipped my mini skirt, and laid it below my other clothes.

I unhooked my bra, and slipped out of my panties.

I laid them off to the side – in a tidy fashion…

I opened my handbag, took out several paper towels…arranging them into a large square, off to one side.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort placed my hair-brush: the small tube of hand-cream – with the screw-top taken off – and my washed, medium-sized, zucchini, neatly, side by side on the tissues.

I placed my black velvet sleeping goggles on my forehead.

I was as ready as I could ever be.

Chp. 4.

MY NIPPLES WERE sticking out a full inch, and I was running down the inside of my thighs.

My breasts were aching; engorged with milk, from 9 months of Japanese massage therapy, revered to increases ones bra size up to three marks — cheaper and safer that implants, but lactation is a bit of a nuisance.

As I handled them, fountains of warm, opaque, Mother’s-Milk sprayed out in all directions, from my, stiff, little, red, shower-head nipples.

What worried me most was the visceral feeling in my bulging gut: I wanted this… more than anything that I had ever wanted in my life, right now — and here is was. I could almost taste it!

I slowly squatted down, and rolled onto my back, placing my handbag under my buttocks for better lift and access to my under-carriage.

I shuffled up to the doors, laying on my clothes for hygiene.

I adjusted my position so that my legs were wide open; the soles of my feet planted firmly, high up, either side of the elevator doors — my big-toe over the Lobby button.

My pose, affording a clear and unobstructed view of everything apparent…

Everything apparently right there – right there; with no question about it!

It was to be absolutely crystal-clear!

Perfect in its totality and unquestionable clarity!

Clarity; so driven, so pure and unambiguous, that if the doors opened — there would be no mistaking the reality of the situation…

The unobstructed brilliant light of truth would be shone – directly – into the crux of the matter, highlighting the going’s-on… — and it was going on — NOW!

Chp.5.

IT WAS TIME.

The time for action had come — at last…

I pulled one of my buttocks up, and over, to one side, and took hold of the small tube of hand-cream.

I inserted it into my puckered-hole at the back of me, and squeezed the entire contents into my dark mysterious chocolate-log chamber – It tickled!

I tossed it to the right, and it went directly into the open rubber plant pot.

It was now or never, and I chose now…

I would have 3 minutes and 31 seconds to do this – if I was lucky!

I pulled my eye shades over my eyes.

The elevator doors were banging up against my clog – trying to close.

I knew once I started the decent, then that was – IT!

I fumbled for my hair-brush and zucchini.

I located them immediately.

I reached down under, and grasped hold of my clog.

I yanked it out from between the insistence of the banging doors.

They closed – finally shutting off the banging.

All was quiet…

My heart was pounding in my chest.

My breathing shallow, and frantic, and with every inhalation, I felt sprinkles of tepid milk, raining down onto my upper torso, erupting out of the burning, burning volcanic teats of my glands, like two cinder cones spewing plumes of basaltic pyroclastic ejecta out of the vulcanized molten rock, bubbling explosively, somewhere deep, under the surface, of a, deceptive, outwardly calm exterior.

Chp.6.

IT WAS TIME to shit, or get off the pot.

It was my last opportunity to abort…

I bit my lip, contemplated the risk…and pressed the Lobby button with my toe.

There was nothing but utter silence, and it seemed to last for an eternity.

Then, I heard a light sounding whirr, and my stomach turned over, as my tummy filled with butterflies.

I felt a sudden drop, as the elevator started to descend.

I handed my right hand the bobble hairbrush, and went back for the zucchini.

I located both holes through sheer bodily knowledge, like when one can touch the tip of their nose with a single finger – eyes shut.

I rose up off of my handbag, and with a defiant exhalation.

I deftly inserted both phallic symbols, hard and deep into my holes…!

Both gates strained to keep out the infiltrators, but the natural lubrication of my love-cave hole gave-way to the bobble handle of my brush, and to the insistent will of its — director.

Likewise: The injection of lemon-scented hand-cream that I had priorly squeezed, and squirted, into my chocolate-sausage hole, aided the incorporation of the blunt, rotund, end of the zucchini truncheon.

The tight, kaleidoscopic, gate of my wrinkly, fuchsia, burnt-ochre, stink-hole ring, opened like a carp’s mouth, and swallowed the vegetable whole, squeaking and hissing, as excess pressurized gas tried Bostancı Escort to escape, around the edges.

I gasped with shock and utter animal gratification; my head reeling, and rolling around my neck like a pissed-off Puerto Rican whore’s preaching the Gospel of The Street, to a clutch of skanky Bitches, attempting to trespass on her turf.

Moaning at the sheer visceral fulfillment of the raw canal ecstasy of it all…I screamed.

I screamed loud and long – and blind, as I descended, unto my fate… Working my crevasses harder, and faster, than the piston-arms of a speeding steam-locomotive…

Awaiting my arrival – if lucky – at the Lobby level…Was the rest of my life — as I currently knew it — but all of that could change in a twinkle of an eye…?

There, down there, under me…at ground-zero lay my Destiny – one way or the other — good, or bad… And I could feel it there — absolute, solid and certain in its waiting; in its dark, palpable randomness, some 92 floors beneath me — and counting!

I knew not was in store for me, for I had rolled the dice; I had spun the Wheel-of-Fortune. Will I turn up card XV, The Devil, or will it be The Sun? Is my Destiny to Roll Snake-Eyes, or bust the bank with a seven or eleven, on the pass? All I know is I have taken the plunge, and I’m kicking sand in the face of the Gods, at odds of 15 to 85 — in my favor…and it feels, so, so good right now — I just can’t stop…!

Chp 7.

I WAS DROOLING with unabashed pleasure.

Both hands pumping away relentlessly at my cavities – all the way — my reddened rings opening and shutting, alternately, as the phallic proboscises rammed in and out of them – with a vengeance.

The only portion of my endorphin-swamped brain remaining intact and operable, with a smidgen of logic still accessible to my worldly senses, outside of the utter bliss, and raging fury, which I felt blazing away in my loins, clouding my judgment, told me that I must be passing – at least – the halfway mark — Level 46 and hurtling downward, rapidly…

I knew I had to step up the pace, and promptly re-doubled the frequency of the pumping.

It was alternate: ass, pussy, ass, pussy, ass…

I could detect the scent of both in the air, and a hint of hand cream to boot.

It was deathly silent in there, except for the soft whirr of the elevator pulley-wheels spinning around, and the periodic, metallic, “Clank” every time the elevator car passed a floor, throwing a micro switch which rang a little bell in the cab, other than that all I could hear was the sloshing and squelching sound of my holes, which reminded me a children dancing in mud-patch, and my incessant feverish moaning and groaning, and panting and squealing — and gigglings.

Chap. 8.

IT HIT ME suddenly, around level 37.

I came, both in my ass, and in my pussy – simultaneously!

I let out such a long, blood-curdling, screeeeeeeeeam…that the Doppler effect alone, would haunt any poor office cleaner, toiling away, religiously, between levels 40 through 33 that night!

Yes, haunt them!

Yes! …haunt them for years to come.

Tales of phantoms and spirits…

They; past occupants of the High-Rise…

Fading into “Cleaner-Lady” folk lore…

Seeding their culture, and profession, with hair-raising accounts of succubus infestation, corporate hobgoblins and Executive phantasms roaming the deserted corridors of “Finance” late at night, as the lights go out: Tortured, lost souls, still, desperately, searching for that, one, singular – “Perfect Deal” – much akin to the old surfer dude, roaming the coasts of the world, hoping for the wave – that “Perfect Wave”. For they fervently believe, if they ever found it, and if they, ever, got to finally ride it — then, they –might — feel, that they have touched the untouchable, tasted the nectar of the Gods and finally, become “One”, with their environment: Loved even, by their environment; a friendly environment… An environment, which, in their mind, has always rejected them: A hostile, critical, unbending environment; one that has always pushed them away…at least, at the corporeal level.

Chp. 9.

FREE-FALLING: Pumping — blind.

Screeeeeeeeaming! …in total acceptance of my womanly right to enjoy — Yes! — enjoy, the company of my own body…

It was getting late, though! I had gotten my orgasms, in both the front, and at the back of me — and in the corporate world that is what is called a “Hostile Takeover”, with monopoly shares, and good bonuses! It was time to liquidate my assets, and re-group.

Chp. 10.

I raked both units out from my holes.

They slammed shut instantly, tighter than a Swiss vault at 3pm!

I instinctively brought my hands up onto my breasts and Erenköy Escort squeezed them.

Two multi-streamed jets of warm milk shot out from their engorged teats.

The white fountains hit the doors and started to trickle down in decreasing torrents.

I pulled both nipples up to my lips and inserted the hot, stiff, rigid war-heads into my mouth.

I squeezed, and kneaded my breasts, like a Scottish baker playing the bag-pipes, and sucked furiously, resembling a vagrant lout stealing petrol out of a car gas-tank with a siphoning hose.

I needed to release the pressure, and relieve the constant ache, of my ballooning, bursting massive bosom.

I gulped down torrents of thick, creamy-sweet, Mother’s Milk, guzzling greedily, filling my little tummy even fuller now. I burped! and re-swallowed the regurgitate.

I was shuddering with ecstasy, and unbridled carnal bliss, and valor…

But I was hurtling toward total devastation, at the same time!

“I need to get it together, and get it together — FUCKING NOWWWWWWWW! And when I say now, I mean NOW, and a bit FUCKING! rapid to…! Because if you don’t, I tell you, honey, it will be all over for – you – baby…! Yes–ss…! All–ll — FUCKING — over, honey! …Except for the applause that is…” I thought to myself.

Chp.11.

I BOUNCED FROM the fucking floor like a God-dammed gazelle.

Ripped off the blind-fold…

Rolled up the tissues…

Wiped down the doors…

Rolled it all up along with the zucchini, hair-brush and the screw-top of the hand cream tube…

I rammed them into my handbag, and zipped it fast…

I rushed over to the rubber tree planter, sat on it and threw out a gigantic Chinese lunch hour turd, much more than a foot long chased from me by a pint and a half of rock-hard black coffee… I was grunting and heaving like a hog — the noise from my ass was alarming!

Simultaneously, I pissed like as fucking race-horse in there too.

I snatched a leaf from the rubber plant to wipe.

I used both sides before tossing it into the pot — Chinese food really gets me — sometimes!

I bounced off the terra-cotta bowl and looked in the pot.

There was a 2 ft brown boa-constrictor curled up in the bottom, and it was steaming…!

I forced the plant back into its jail-cell pot, and arranged the leaves with a flutter of it foliage.

Chp. 12.

I jumped up and down and shook my body violently, like a polar bear shaking frigid ocean waters out of its coat, from diving at seal, somewhere southerly, around the rim of an Arctic Basin sea, to get the milk off my upper torso: My breasts flailing around wildly like colossal pink plastic grocery bags, in a parking-lot fight, between a purse-snatcher, and a female African American shopper, on the eve before a Martin Luther King Jr. day anniversary celebration — each bag, holding a 5lb melon — the ribs being carried in a separate bag, in line with federal food sanitation laws.

My bra and panties went on in seconds, and I threw my top over my head and, shot my arms out through the sleeves, faster than sloppy macaroni oozing out of ‘Mamma Luigi’s’ spaghetti press at dinner time.

I jumped through my mini skirt, slicker than sausage-filling, squirting into its slippery pig-intestine skin-jacket. It was zipped and fastened it in less time than a blink of an eye!

I rummaged around in my purse, frenetically, for my half-ounce Channel toilet-water, and copiously squirted atomized plumes into the air, having found it — waving my arms around like a helicopter…!

The doors opened – just as I was slipping my last unshod hoof into the only remaining vacant clog around. I looked up, gracefully, and smiled; a slow, building, luxurious smile, spreading faster across my face, than HIV through a third-world continent. I felt the pain of Tom Cruise’s jaws following a lengthy Hollywood mug-shot session – or not quite that painful…But the thought of it all, still hurts!

There, standing in front of me, were half a dozen or more, Japanese businessmen, bowing, and smiling, and waiting politely for me to get off, before they trundled in, eyeing my tight little ass — as usual.

The elevator car was hot and humid by now; and coupled together with my beaver scent, my Chinese log-stink, and the peppery sniff of white oak paneling… Well, the place smelled like a heat-steamed, shit-house wooden crapper seat, off a shrimp boat toilet-bowl — “Channel has his work cut out for him tonight.” I sniggered to myself, blushing.

I straightened up.

They bowed, graciously.

I walked out through them…

Leaving my scent trail behind me, like a hot, comet.

Their hemmed corporate imaginations could never get close to what had just gone on, only minutes ago in there.

I strolled away, confidently, feeling so, immaculately good…!

I had beaten the odds, alright… But only just!

Maybe next time, I’ll try it on a Friday evening.

The odds will be slimmer…but –.

…But, I feel lucky!

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I felt like Julie’s slave. I worked, I cooked, I cleaned, and did every other chore that we used to share. Julie on the other hand slept, ate, worked out and had orgasms, usually in that order. All the stress we used to share, was now mine to burden. I didn’t even have access to my own money anymore. Julie took charge of the finances and gave me a small weekly allowance.

To make matters worse, all the free time I had was spent pleasing Julie. I’d spent more time with my head between her legs in the last month than I had in the entire time I’d known her.

After she stopped taking growth hormones, she stood six foot one, with a bodybuilder physique bigger than most men. I felt inadequate with her towering over me, but she was fully in charge at this point. I couldn’t overpower her and she’d become so assertive I just accepted that this is how things would be from now on.

Her pussy was permanently stretched. It gaped open when she spread her legs. It was too loose for her to enjoy an average sized cock, but she still came when we fucked, usually from a vibrator on her clit. But sometimes without one. Those moments I was sure it was the idea of power that got her off, because I sure wasn’t pleasing her with my cock.

Being her slave wasn’t the worst scenario imaginable. As much as she forced me to pleasure her, she let me use all her holes, even her ass. All I had to do was ask. It was a twisted, but almost reciprocal relationship. Having unlimited access to fucking her ass was my lifelong dream come true, or at least it would’ve been if I wasn’t too exhausted to enjoy it. It was loose too, but she could flex it shut around my cock, sometimes so hard it hurt. She loved doing it and laughing when it made me cum almost instantly.

Five month after her return from Kevin’s cottage she told me she had a surprise coming. She wouldn’t tell me what it was. All she would say was, “It’ll change things around here.”

The next day after work I walked through the door only to hear heavy breathing and grunting coming from the living room. There was no mistaking Julie’s loud moans and grunts. I walked into the living room fully expecting either Kevin or some group of men having their way with her.

It was not what I expected. Julie was on her hands and knees, her ass sticking up in the air. Behind her was Shannon fucking her from behind with a huge strapon and holding a rope tied to a spiked collar around Julie’s neck. In between Julie’s moans and grunts of pleasure, I could hear Shannon berating her, “Take it you dirty slut. You fucking bitch in heat.”

I was almost immediately hard at the sight. Shannon turned and smiled at me but didn’t stop fucking her. She smirked an almost evil looking smirk then said to Julie, “Your husband is watching you get fucked. Like that?” Julie didn’t respond.

Shannon’s perfectly voluptuous body was a stark contrast to Julie. Both sexy in their own way. But Shannon’s figure was striking. She had huge perky breasts and a tiny waist that led to the roundest bubble butt I’d ever seen. The scene felt like something straight out of BDSM porn.

Shannon pulled on her rope, forcing Julie’s head back and said, “I asked you if you like it”.

Julie responded, “Yes, yes I like it Mistress”.

As Shannon continued thrusting she said, “look him in the eyes and tell him you’re a slut”.

Julie turned her head to look at me. There was beads of sweat on her forehead and her eye were glossed over. The same look she had after hours of orgasms. From the looks of it, they’d been at this for a while.

“I’m a slut. I’m such a slut…” Julie said as she looked right into my eyes.

A year ago, a different version of me would’ve felt something, guilt, shame, anger, maybe envy. But looking at the scene in front of me just made my dick hard. I was completely desensitized after everything that happened over the last year. Julie didn’t even feel like my wife anymore because of her personality changes and the power dynamic shift between us.

Shannon looked down at my the bulge in my crotch and said, “I think he likes it”.

Just then Julie’s body tensed and she had a huge orgasm. “Oh fuuuuck” she yelled as her pussy squirted around the strap on. Her muscles rippled as her body continued to orgasm. Shannon was clearly struggling to hold her in place.

“Fuck you’re strong,” Shannon said as she yanked hard on the rope attached to Julie’s collar. Julie didn’t even seem to notice as she thrust herself back on the strap on in the throes of orgasm.

They continued for another twenty minutes, so I pulled my cock out and got off to the scene. It ended with Julie’s head between Shannon’s legs, licking her pussy to orgasm.

Shannon looked tired and flushed at the end. Julie didn’t look tired, but she was sweaty. And her pussy was engorged and swollen.

When they were done, Julie told me Shannon was moving in for a while and that my role would be to fulfill all their needs. Kevin put Shannon in charge. Kevin exerted such control Bostancı Escort over them it was incredible. He had them both completely obedient.

It made sense now why Julie, who I knew fantasized about being a dominant mistress, was submitting to someone physically weaker. It was obvious Julie could easily overpower Shannon and put her in her place. But she obeyed Kevin. I realized then just how much control he had over her. I wondered what would happen if he relinquished it. For a brief moment I pictured Julie pinning down Shannon and sitting on her face. But my thoughts were interrupted by Shannon saying, “bring my bags upstairs. I’ll be staying in your room with Julie, then go make us supper.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” I asked.

“I don’t care. Find somewhere,” Shannon replied. She then turned to Julie and pulled on the rope attached to her collar and said, “It’s time for more training”.

I heard Julie say, “yes Mistress” as I left the room.

I cooked a feast, enough for five or six people, knowing Julie’s voracious appetite. When I was done, I brought plates out to the living room. Shannon was on the couch. Julie was on the floor, with her hands tied behind her back with thick rope. Despite her bulging muscles, she wasn’t going to break out anytime soon.

They were both watching porn on tv. It was a scene of Julie getting fucked that I’d never seen before. It involved multiple black men taking their turns with her in a back alley. I assumed Kevin was filming.

I could tell Julie was turned on by the amount of pussy juice dripping out of her. But she wasn’t getting any stimulation. She was intently focused on the tv.

Shannon made me play with Julie’s nipples while she ate and watched us. Julie loved her nipples being played with. But I knew she couldn’t get off from only that stimulation.

After ten minutes of this she said, “please let me cum” to Shannon. Shannon told her to shut up and sent her off to shower, then told me what was actually going on.

“Kevin lost interest in your wife. He loses interest in women fast. She was a fun little experiment for him, but let’s face it, he needs a woman with a body like mine.” She said as she turned around and stuck her round ass out. I was mesmerized. I’d never seen a body like hers before, even in porn.

“I’m sure you agree.” She said laughing.

She sat back on the couch and said, “Kevin gave her to me. But the only way I can really own her is if I break her the same way he did. I have plans for her, and you. And after I break her will to fight and she becomes fully compliant and subservient to me, I’m going to use her to make money, as an escort and a camgirl. And when that happens, I won’t need you around anymore. But for now, your money pays for everything” She said.

I swallow hard as she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “And if you tell her about this, I’ll destroy your life and hers. So you can either walk away at the end of it having only lost your wife, or you can end up on the street, jobless and penniless.”

I couldn’t believe it, she’d gone full on Bond villain, telling me her master plan. But there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. She was terrifying and sadistic and I firmly believed she would follow through on her threat. But I was worried about what she had planned for Julie.

She made me follow her to the bathroom. And when we walked in, Julie was just getting in the shower. I noticed then that while they were the same height. Shannon had a bigger, rounder ass and bigger boobs, but Julie’s muscular frame made her look much bigger overall.

Shannon got undressed and joined her in the shower, then she made Julie give her a rimjob.

I watched her grab Shannon’s huge ass cheeks and spread them apart. It was hard to believe how perfectly round her ass was. She leaned in and stuck her tongue in her ass. “Mmm yes, just like that. Lick my asshole” Shannon said as she gave me a devilish smile knowing she was firmly in control. I couldn’t help but think of how many cocks had fucked her asshole. The thought would’ve turned off most men, but it was turning me on watching my wife tongue fuck it.

“Fist your wife’s pussy so she can cum one last time from you, because it’ll be the last time.” Shannon said.

I reluctantly obeyed. I walked over and quietly asked Julie, “Do you want me to fist your pussy?” She shook her head yes. I slowly pushed four fingers into her loose pussy, then shoved my entire hand in

It went in with barely any resistance. She moaned and kept rimming Shannon. She moaned again as I began pumping my hand in and out. In just a few seconds she yelled “Oh yes! Yes!” And her whole body shook in orgasm and she squirted all around my hand.

“Enough, take it out” Shannon said.

I got out of the shower as Shannon turned the water on, saying to Julie, “No amount of water can wash away how much of a whore you are. But expect you to be clean and shower twice a day, every day beginning now.. I’ll Ümraniye Escort be waiting in the bedroom for you when you’re done” Shannon said before leaving the bathroom.

I got dressed and was about to leave the bathroom as well when Julie said to me, “I’m still so horny. I wish you could fuck me right now but Shannon tells me you’re not allowed to touch me anymore, Kevin’s orders.”

I wanted to tell her the truth, that Kevin had nothing to do with this and it was just part of Shannon’s plan. But I was scared to think of what Shannon would do, so I said nothing and left.

I went downstairs and cleaned. I did the dishes, swept, mopped, did laundry, dusted and when I was finally done I cracked open a beer and sat down on the living room couch. I was exhausted. And for once I actually had a few moments to myself. After cleaning I always spent the rest of the night pleasing Julie, but not tonight. It was 7:30 and I decided to take a nap. I fell asleep immediately.

I woke up to Shannon yelling my name. I ran upstairs to the bedroom and saw her laying back on the bed. Julie’s face was between her legs with her ass in the air. From this angle her pussy was just an inviting gaping hole for any cock.

Shannon looked at me and laughed, “Don’t just stand there and watch, get some drinks, you little bitch,” she said to me.

But then I noticed the way Julie looked at Shannon. There was a brief flash of anger in her eyes. I’d never seen Julie look at anyone that way. Whatever it was she was thinking she bottled up, because the next moment it was gone.

I brough them up alcohol, then went back down to the couch and fell asleep for the night. That night she made Julie strap in a large dildo and sleep with it inside her. And she did the same thing the next day, and each day after that. Every so often she would replace it with a bigger one.

And this was how the following four months went. I worked and came home to Shannon “training” Julie. I knew was just a matter of time before Shannon broke her. She was withholding orgasms from Julie and stretching her pussy even more, forcing her to do depraved things to Shannon, and treating her like a servant. She made her stop lifting weights and start doing hours of cardio instead. And as the months passed Julie’s huge, muscular physique dropped in size, but her muscle tone remained. She looked less like a bodybuilder and more like a fitness model.

I didn’t tell my wife what was really going on, although I wanted to. I often heard her ask about Kevin, but Shannon always told her to shut up.

And I went to work everyday, earning money to pay for both of them to live a free life of debauchery. I occasionally got to watch Julie service Shannon in some way, but those moments became fewer and farther between. Shannon eventually trained her behind closed doors at all times.

Shannon used numbing cream on Julie’s clit to ensure she could never feel enough to cum. It looked torturous to Julie and I actually felt bad, hearing her beg for hours to let her cum. It was driving Julie crazy. She always looked distracted, staring at my crotch and pretty much every phallic object in the house. I could hear them in the bedroom night and day. She was tormenting Julie, trying to break her like taming a wild horse.

I saw Julie’s will whittle away a little more and more every day. There came a point where she didn’t even argue anymore, she would just do exactly as Shannon instructed. She even stopped begging to cum eventually, just accepting her place as Shannon’s servant. But every so often I saw that same look of anger in Julie’s eyes, as though she truly hated Shannon deep down and only did as she said because of Kevin.

It was obvious by then Julie was in love with Kevin. It was the only explanation for her tolerance to Shannon’s torment. She must have secretly hoped her and Kevin would be together someday. Although, I don’t think Kevin ever cared about her at all. To him, Julie was a toy with which he could explore the limits of human depravity. It was amazing to what level someone would stoop to when they loved another. She never loved me to that extent.

I was pretty sure the only reason Shannon didn’t kick me out of the house was because she had no source of income besides myself. Although, pimping out Julie for money was probably the first thing she would do once Julie’s will was broken. I would probably be kicked out the day after. But the situation was so twisted, I didn’t know how to stop it from happening. I was certain Shannon would in fact follow through with her threats.

It all seemed to be going according to Shannon’s plan. But as perfectly executed plans often go, something went wrong.

One day something happened that changed everything. Someone at work was talking about how there was an accident at his gym that morning, and someone died. I thought nothing of it at first until he told me it was a local bodybuilder named Kevin.

Apparently, a smith machine cable had snapped and Kartal Escort hit him in the throat, breaking his neck and killing him on the spot. Once I confirmed it was in fact Kevin who died. I took the rest of the day off, and went home to tell my wife and her Mistress the news. I wasn’t sure how they would take it, but I wanted to be the one to tell them. I worried this would be what would actually break Julie.

I arrived home to find Shannon in the living room, watching soap operas while Julie was cooking in the kitchen. Shannon looked at me and said, “what the hell are you doing here early? You better have a damn good reason for interrupting me instead of being at work right now.”

I looked at her and just said it outright, “Kevin is dead. There was an accident at the gym. I confirmed it was him who died. A smith machine cable snapped and killed him instantly.” Shannon sat there with a blank stare for a moment, then began laughing.

Just as I finished saying it, Julie walked into the living room with a plate full of food, perfectly arranged. Julie had never been much of a cook so to see her make something this nice meant Shannon was making her practice cooking a lot when I wasn’t around.

She was wearing nothing but a cook’s apron and a harness, holding a gigantic dildo stuffed into her pussy. It was so wide it made her walk awkwardly, and it looked uncomfortable. It was definitely a new size. I didn’t even know they made dildos that big. She was also wearing a spiked collar with the words “Property of Shannon D.” engraved on it.

“K-Kevin is dead?” Julie said, her bottom lip quivering.

I nodded and said “yes honey, I’m sorry but I wanted to be the one to tell you”.

Julie put the plate of food down in front of Shannon and immediately began bawling.

Tears ran down her face, causing her makeup to streak.

Shannon smirked and laughed as she looked at Julie, “Stop crying, you little bitch, you’re mine now that Kevin’s gone and I can’t have you looking like a mess, we’re setting you up on a webcam tonight. Besides, he never loved you anyways” she said to her.

Julie put her head down and wiped away her tears saying, “yes Mistress…” but then she kind of trailed off for a moment and another angry look came over her. She glared at Shannon, who was ignoring her and watching TV.

“No,” she said.

Shannon looked at her and said, “You dare defy your Mistress and you’ll be punished.”

Julie again replied “No,”.

Shannon stood up and looked at her angrily. Julie looked her in the eyes defiantly, How dare you, Kevin loved me”

Shannon laughed and replied “Kevin didn’t love you. He didn’t care about you at all. That’s why he gave you to me. He passed you off and now you’re my property. “

I was no expert on master plans, but I was certain that was the moment Shannon’s began to unravel. Instead of further breaking Julie, it enraged her.

Then she looked at Shannon with anger in her eyes. All she said was, “you fucking bitch” before grabbing Shannon by the throat and slamming her down on the coffee table.

Despite the lack of weight lifting, Julie had 25 lbs of lean muscle over Shannon, who while looking toned, probably never lifted weights her entire life.

The legs of the coffee table broke as Shannon’s weight came crashing down on it, knocking the wind out of her. Julie stood back for a moment, surprised by her own actions.

Shannon slowly stood up, clearly winded and looked at Julie saying, “Apologize and clean this mess up. And if you ever lay a finger on me again I’ll…”

Shannon didn’t get to finish her sentence. Julie swung a right hook, hitting Shannon directly in the jaw, then a second blow landing on her eye socket. Shannon screamed in pain but Julie didn’t stop, she threw all her weight forward, tackling Shannon to the ground. She then began punching her.

I had to do something, Shannon’s face was a bloody mess and Julie looked like she was going to kill her. So I grabbed Julie’s arms, I was barely holding her back but I quietly whispered in her ear, “It’s okay honey, you don’t have to kill her, it’s okay.” She stopped fighting and took some deep breaths, finally standing up.

I looked down and Shannon was unconscious. Julie hugged me then. She cried in my arms, then I asked, “What do we do about her?” As we both looked at Shannon.

“I’ll take care of it” Julie said with a sinister looking smile on her face.

I really wasn’t sure what the right way to handle the situation was. Shannon was evil, there was no doubt about that. Julie wanted revenge. And I was basically caught in the middle. I decided not to interfere. Julie suffered at her hands and I figured if anyone had the say in what to do, it was her.

The first thing she did was unstrap the harness and remove the dildo from inside her. And when it fell out, it was even bigger than I thought. It fell to the floor and Julie breathed a sigh of relief. She carried Shannon down to the basement and tied her up to a chair with no seat. Her big ass stuck out almost comically through the bottom. She didn’t just tie her up with rope. She duct taped her mouth and chained her feet and hands to the chair and cinderblocks as well. Julie wasn’t leaving any chance for Shannon to escape.

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I had a dream and unlike all my other ones, I remember this one. It has been stuck in a loop in my head and I can see it in my mind almost at will whenever I want. I do not know why I remember it, or why I still remember it, and it is weird. I wanted to write it down before it starts to fade.

We are sitting on our couch side-by-side. We are watching something on the television, but it appears that whatever is showing does not make a difference since we are not wearing our glasses. We are just relaxing together. I put my arm around your shoulders and you lean into me and rest your head on my shoulder. We are relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. I start caressing your hair, gently running my fingers around the margins. I kiss the top of your head. Your hair has the scent of orange blossoms. You nuzzle closer, reach around the front of me, and give me a hug. You look at me, and I take a moment to drink in your beauty. Your eyes are green today and they tell me that we are very much in love.

I lean in to kiss you, softly, and a small sigh escapes. We continue to kiss, short contacts between us at first, and then they become longer, more ardent. My hand is behind your head and I hold you closer as we kiss. As we part to catch our breath, I pull your hair, gently but firmly. We kiss again. You open your mouth and invite my tongue inside to wrap around yours. Our kissing becomes more intense, or more lustful. I move away from your mouth and start kissing and biting your neck. You let out a low murmur of approval as you feel my whiskers against your soft skin. I kiss and nibble your neck, and then to your ears and then back to your waiting mouth again. I again move to your neck, nibbling, licking, biting it as I progress from your lips to the top of your shoulders.

We have now turned more to face each other and I start massaging your breast through your shirt. With one hand, I begin unbuttoning your blouse. Your murmur changes to a moan as you feel my warm hand on your breast. You are not wearing a bra and you accept my touch willingly and eagerly. You are so very soft. I feel the heft of your breast and gently run my fingers over it. Your nipple rises to meet my touch. It is hard and your areola wrinkles pushing your nipple further out. I squeeze your breast and run my thumb over your nipple.

We stop kissing for a moment, as I finished unbuttoning and removing your blouse. Again, I take a moment to look at you. You see the love in my eyes as I gaze into yours. We return to kissing, only now when I move to your neck, I continue to your breast. I lick and suck the nipple. You push my head gently tighter against you. I use one hand to massage the breast not receiving attention from my mouth. I alternate between each breast, much to your approval.

You push me away gently, forcing me to take a break. You unbutton my shirt and remove it. We kiss each other again. You reach forward and run your fingers through my chest hair. You gently stroke my chest and shoulders. We kiss again, and again. You lean forward and begin licking and sucking my nipples. Tenderly at first, and then with an eagerness that starts the lust between us begin to grow. I hold you head closer to my chest mimicking your own actions. I again alternately stroke and pull your hair. You run a hand down my stomach and over my groin. I spread my legs slightly at your touch.

You stand up and face away from me. You unbutton your skirt and let it fall to the floor. I reach up and rub your ass cheeks. I kiss each side and nibble on them. You turn around and I am face to face with your pussy. I smell the muskiness of your sex and it sending an electrical jolt through me. I run my fingers through your pubic hair and İstanbul Escort take in the scent. I blow a soft breath over your hair and you shiver with anticipation. With my other hand, I reach up and massage a breast. I slide my fingers over the outside of your pussy and then back up to your hair. My hand continues around your waist to your ass and gives it squeeze. I run my finger over your pussy lips and feel the heat we have generated. You moan aloud as my finger easily slips between the labia and explores.

You are very wet. Parting your pussy lips has released a large bloom of your scent and I drink it in. My fingers explores further between your legs. I find your clit, rub around it, and then back to the outer lips. I do this a few times, and each time, your push your groin towards me. My fingers are dripping with your juices. I bring them up and rub them over your nipples.

I reach around your waist and lower my hands to your ass. I squeeze the cheeks, and push closer to me. My fingers find the split between the cheeks and gently drag them down the crack. Down and up, up and down, my fingers getting further and further to your asshole. Once they find it, the gently rub over the hole. My hands leave your ass and caress down your legs, the back of your knees, around to the front of your legs and to your thighs.

You lean over and kiss me again, pulling me to my feet and we kiss again, deeply. You reach down and pull on my belt, loosening it; then unbutton my pants. You and I push my pants down and your hands reach around and run over my ass. With my pants on the ground, we pull each other closer. My cock, trapped between us, is erect, and hot. You feel its warmth against your mound and grind your hips against it. We part and you look down at my cock. Your hands slide around from my ass to my cock and balls. You gently run your fingers over the length and then continue to my shaved balls. You grasp the scrotum and gently pull. You return to my dick and stroke it up and down. You truly enjoy and are sexually excited by the site of my cock erect. It is erect because of YOU and that is where the feelings come from.

You take my hand and lead me outside. We enter the night nude, aroused, and eager to satisfy our lust. It is a warm night but we scarcely notice the temperature as it is similar to our own heat. The air is still. We slowly walk under the pergola and over to the hot tub and the dappled moonlight splashes on your shoulders and flows down your back and ass. Its silvery light enhances your curves. It is almost as if the moon is feeling your soft skin was we walk.

You sit down on the edge of the tub and I stand in front of you. You and my cock and are face to face; its head bobbing to my pulse. You place your nose up against my body where my penis extends from my body and breathe in my scent. You hand reaches up and feels the firmness of my erection. The heat you feel matches your own. You slowly stroke my length and get a twitch between your legs as you imagine it inside of you. You open your mouth and lick my shaved testicles, turning them shiny in the moonlight. You turn your head, take the balls into your mouth gently, and taste them. Your free hand gently grabs my ass and pulls me closer to you. Continuing, enjoying the taste and feel, you lick and suck on my balls greedily. I groan with excitement and involuntarily take another step closer.

I run my hands through your hair as you turn your mouth to my cock. You lick the length and circle the head with your tongue. With one hand, you slide down my penis and grasp the base. With the other hand, you gently fondle my balls once again. Your mouth descends onto me. I feel its warm wetness surround Anadolu Yakası Escort me. You slowly slide off my cock and then abruptly back down. The combination of my scent, my hardness, my moaning, and your lust propel you to suck and stroke more and more. You are excited by the pleasure you are giving me, and the sounds that I am making. Your lower hand snakes around my ass and fingers my asshole. I push myself further into your mouth. You fend my advance off with your hand holding me still. You look up at me with saliva around the edges of your mouth. I pull you to your feet and kiss you deeply.

I let you sit back down on the tub and gently push you back onto the cover. Your nakedness is shining brightly in the moonlight and I take a moment to satisfy my voyeuristic needs. Looking at you, I know at once everything I want to do to you, with you and have you do to me. I try to slow my thoughts down to savor the moment but it is difficult. You reach up and massage your breasts. Seeing me watching you, you spread your legs wide and rub your sex. The exhibitionist in you enjoys having someone watch you. You continue to massage and rub yourself as I watch you.

My brain gains control of my body and I lean between your legs, and kiss you again. My cock rests on your belly and you feel its heat. I move down with my tongue and I find your nipples. I suck each one intermittently, back and forth. My hand massages the tit I am not pleasing with my mouth. I move my knee up between your legs, against your vagina. I feel your heat and wetness against me. I push gently against your sex and you moan quietly. You squirm against the pressure smearing more of your fluid against me. I move further down your body with my eyes, hands and tongue feeling and caressing along the way. I arrive at your pubic hair and look up again at you. You raise your hips to encourage me to continue. My hands slide down your thighs and back up again. I massage your legs, my hands kneading your muscles, working my way closer to their convergence. I run my thumb over the outside of your pussy lips and a moan escapes.

You are very wet, and your fluid has run down the crack of your ass. Using the palm of my hand, I cover your vagina and press inward feeling your heat. I slide my hand up, dragging my fingers behind. They rub your lips and slip easily through your slit. I pull apart your lips with my fingers and blow. The cool wind sends shivers up your spine. I insert one finger inside you and probe in and out. Your musky scent fills my senses and causes me be get closer. Responding to my advance, you pull up your legs, and spread them, allowing me greater access. I spread your lips and lick and your hips rise to greet me. I lick again, and again, mixing my saliva with your juices. I insert a finger, then another inside you and then start licking again. Your moans have changed from soft to a much louder, more encouraging volume, urging me to continue.

My fingers stroke the front your pussy wall finding the G-spot. I stop licking, rise up, and continue massaging your spot. I watch the pleasure I am giving you and I have to stop myself from jerking off watching you. Rubbing your G-spot is starting that tingling feeling in your body. Your breathing is speeding up and your hips are rising to meet my fingers. I return to licking your clit. Your pussy is very wet and I use your slipperiness to lubricate my fingers before I insert them in your ass. You moan loudly.

Sensing your orgasm is very close I concentrate on bringing you over the edge. My tonguing becomes more focused and quicker. I start pushing my fingers in your ass faster and faster. When your orgasm hits, it crashes on your body causing Kartal Escort you to scream out in pleasure. You squeeze your legs together tightly trapping my hands inside you. I feel your muscles clenching my fingers.

I let you catch your breath and the force of your orgasm to lessen before removing my fingers from you. I bend over and kiss you deeply. You taste yourself on my tongue and it excites you. You are very warm and you have a fine mist of sweat on your head. I kiss you again. I stand up and the voyeur in you gazes at my erect cock sticking out away from my body. I step towards you and you open your legs wider inviting me to fuck you. I push my cock into your pussy and feel its heat wash over me. Your hips rise to meet me. You are very slippery and my cock slides in easily.

I continue pushing myself in until fully inserted and I hold it there. Your muscles start massaging my cock inside your pussy. I place my hands alongside you and start to fuck you. You start to moan and that encourages me to push in and out faster. You reach up and pull at your nipples and tell me to fuck you are harder. I answer your request and quicken my pace and force. We are moaning loudly and we forget where we are and lose ourselves in our lust. I continue fucking you, enjoying every sensation of our bodies together.

You tell me to stop and ask me to fuck you doggie style. I withdraw myself and step back to allow you to move into position. You slide off the hot tub cover and before turning around for me, you kneel down and give my cock some attention. You lick and kiss my balls and then suck on my dick. In my current aroused state, it feels wonderful; almost too wonderful. I gently tap your shoulder to let you know that I am close to cumming. Understand the unspoken signal, you stand up and kiss me. Your tongue has the mixed taste of your pussy and my cock and adds to our arousal.

You turn and face the hot tub, placing your hands on the edge, spread your legs and lift your ass. Taking my cue from you, I kneel behind you and lick your pussy noisily. I continue my tongue up the crack of your ass to your ass hole. I tongue your ass hole and return to your pussy. I rub my thumb over your clit and my fingers push inside your pussy. I again tongue your ass hole and then insert my finger. You beg me to stop playing and fuck you. I stand behind you and insert my cock into you. You are so very wet that I slide in easily. I grab your hips and start pushing in and out.

We are both moaning with pleasure. We have totally given ourselves over to our lust. I continue to fuck you, speeding up and thrusting more forcefully. I reach up, grab your hair, and pull it back towards me. You purr with delight. I let go of your hair and give your ass a swat. Again, you moan with pleasure, so I do it again, and again. As I push in and out of you, you feel my balls slap against your already stimulated clit. You announce loudly that you are cumming again. You start to shake as the orgasm hits. The pleasure wave causes you to squirt and your stream flows over my cock, balls and over my legs. Feeling you cum around my cock pushes me over the edge. I pull myself without and slide my cock between your ass cheeks, much to your delight. I now return to your pussy with eager anticipation of my release.

I feel my orgasm starting and tell you I am going to cum. I pull out and you turn around and sit on the edge of the tub. I take a step towards you and start masturbating in front of you. The voyeur and exhibitionist in me join into one act as I lose myself jerking off in front of you, outside, and while watching a beautiful naked woman. My sperm erupts from my cock and lands on your tits. I continue stroking myself and more and more semen spews from me. You smear my cum into your skin and breasts. Spent, I lean over you and kiss you. The heady scent of semen, sweat and sex surrounds us. You stand up, and hug me, pressing my semen between us. I kiss you again, deeply, our lust temporarily sated.

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I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 3 years, so I was feeling pretty low this particular night.

I had rung some female friends of mine for a girl’s night out. I rang them 2 days ago when I was feeing like I wanted revenge (we were going to go out and meet some men for a one night stand). My sex life with Jeff had been nonexistent for the past 3 months and I was feeling extremely horny.

Tonight however, I was wishing I hadn’t rung them. All I wanted to do was wallow in self-pity and stay in my man-hating mood.

But at 7pm, the doorbell rang. I was still in the bath because they were an hour early.

I got out of the bath, wearing only a towel and let them in. They were all talking at once about how sorry they were about Jeff sleeping with another woman; so I offered them a bourbon each. I thought while they were drinking that I could get dressed and order the taxi etc. So I left them in the lounge and when into my bedroom to get dressed.

I could hear my 4 friends in the lounge talking when all of a sudden things went really quiet. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I knew they were still talking to each other because I heard Cathy and Sarah giggle. They sounded really excited so I thought maybe they had already started drinking with out me before they got here.

I removed my towel from my body and bent over so I could towel dry my hair. I had the towel over my head when all of a sudden I felt something warm moving up my leg.

I tried to pull the towel off my head so I could see what was now getting closer to my pussy, but the towel wouldn’t come off. Some one was holding it. That’s when I knew. My friends must have snuck a man in while I was in my bedroom. No wonder Anadolu Yakası Escort they all went quiet.

I could feel him moving what I now thought to be his fingers closer to my pussy. He felt wonderful and I could feel my body heating up with every stoke he did.

My towel was still over my head so I couldn’t see him, but they way my body was reacting to this wonderful touching I didn’t really care what he looked like.

I felt his hands leave my thighs and gently pull me upright and then move me backward till the back of my legs felt the edge of my bed. I was pushed onto the bed on my back, with the towel still on my head. I didn’t know how the towel was staying there while those hands were caressing my thighs, but I didn’t care.

I felt the hands pulling my legs apart, and then smooth silk against my ankles. My legs were spread as wide as they could go, and were being tied to the bed posts. Next thing I felt was my hands in the same position above my head – also tied to the bed posts. I was naked and totally helpless; and loving every minute of it.

I could fell my pussy getting wet with anticipation.

Then I felt a pair of lips kissing me. A tongue forcing them apart probed my lips. I felt a tongue slip inside my mouth, kissing me tenderly. I was on fire!

Then the mouth moved slowly down my chin, down my throat, smooth, and delicious feeling. Down to my erect nipples the tongue traveled. I felt it flick my hard nipples, sending pulses bolting through my body. My nipple was gathered into the mouth and sucked hard. I could feel his breath on my tits as his mouth did wonderful things to my nipple. While his mouth was pleasing my nipple, his fingers were flicking Bostancı Escort the other one.

My pussy was so wet by now, and I was so horny, that I was finding it hard to breath.

On and on this wonderful torture went. Between his tongue and mouth teasing my right nipple, and his hand pulling and flicking the left one – I was in ecstasy!

Then I felt his tongue moving lower, trailing the length of my torso. Lower and lower. I felt his breath above my pussy, his breath felt as hot as I was. But he didn’t stop. Lower he went, all the while licking my body, tasting me. My mind was begging him to eat me – I needed it!

I felt his finger tracing up my thigh, then both hands on both inner thighs, rising higher, slowly, very lightly. Then I felt him plunge his tongue into my wet cut. I cried out with pleasure, as his tongue found my clit. I raised my hips up higher so he could have better access to my pleasure points. He placed a finger deep inside my pussy while his tongue played with my clit. Then another finger, and another! I was being taken to heights I had never been to before! My arms and legs were still tied to the bed. I felt my body stiffen, then quiver, as he brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my life! I could feel my juices flow from my cunt as he drank it all in.

Then I felt the ties on my legs being undone, and also on my hands. I was picked up off the bed and turned over on to my hands and knees. The towel was still covering my face and I wasn’t about to move it. I wanted to keep my man’s identity a mystery.

I felt he understood this also, and wanted the same thing.

I again felt his finger inside my pussy, still wet from my pussy juice.

Then Erenköy Escort I felt him enter my cunt from behind. Jeff and I had never done this before, and I couldn’t believe how it felt! I could feel his huge prick pumping inside me. Harder and harder he was thrusting. I reached round underneath with my hand and started playing with his balls. I could hear him moaning with pleasure, obviously enjoying himself immensely. He grabbed my tits and was playing with my nipples again, then squeezing my tits, hard but oh so good.

I was reaching another orgasm, this time stronger than the last one! I couldn’t believe this was possible! I could feel his prick inside me grow, as he started panting. His grip on my tits tightened and I felt his body convulse, shooting his seed inside me.

At the same time, I felt my juices run again, as he brought me to yet another orgasm!

My head was spinning, my body quivering. Never had I felt so on fire! Never had I felt so alive! He replaced his prick with his mouth and licked my cunt juices clean, making me orgasm yet a 4th time! How can one person be so horny, yet so fulfilled?

Then I felt him place a kiss on my thigh. I heard his footsteps moving, and then heard the door close quietly behind him. He was gone. My fantastic lover had gone.

I removed the towel from my head to take in the site before me. My bed was soaked with his seed and my juices combined.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned my self off, got dressed and went back into the lounge. My friends were no longer there. Instead there was a note on my front door saying “We are sure Dave will give you what your body has been craving for too long. He’ll be back again the same time tomorrow night, so have your door unlocked on be on the bed waiting. This time you will get to see his gorgeous face too…”

I was no more in a man-hating mood. Once again, I was alive. I can’t wait till tomorrow night, so I can give him the same intense pleasure he gave me…

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With a pounding heart, I knocked on the door of the classroom. This was my last chance to go over to the next year.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Julien and I’m 18 years old. I attend a school in Higher General Secondary Education. My grades this year weren’t good, and the only way to go over to next year was to convince my French teacher to let me look into all of my tests from this year so that I could maybe find a checking mistake.

The deadline for her to change my grades was tomorrow. The day after tomorrow would be the day that the school would call you to tell you if you passed this year or not. And if it stayed like this I definitely wouldn’t.

Ms. Mercier was 26 years old. She was a very attractive woman and was also very ambitious. She really wanted to succeed as a teacher and never really departed from the rules. That’s why I didn’t really have a lot of hope when I knocked on the door.

“Come in,” I heard her say. I opened the door and nervously walked towards the desk she was sitting behind. “Hey Julien, can I help you with something?” she asked. “Yes actually you can,” I said.

I explained to her what my problem was and told her that she was the last person who could help me. She must have heard how desperate and nervous I sounded because I was actually shaking a bit.

“Well, I’m really sorry for you,” Ms. Mercier said, “but there isn’t a lot I can do for you. All the tests are still at my house and there is no school tomorrow. So unless you want to come by at my house tomorrow there is nothing I can do for you.”

Of course, I felt very relieved when she said that. She told me to be at her house at 12 P.M and she gave me her address.

The next day I ringed her doorbell at exactly 12 P.M. Ms. Mercier opened the door and let me in. There wasn’t anybody else in the house. I had no idea if Ms. Mercier had a husband or boyfriend but I couldn’t see a ring on her finger. She led me to the dinner table where I saw a stack of papers waiting for me.

As I started to look into the tests in the hopes I could discover a mistake, she offered me something to drink.

“I’d like a cup of coffee, please,” I said.

I asked for coffee because I knew that would take her some time. I had a pen in my pocket so I could adjust some of my answers. Unfortunately, she could clearly see me while standing in the kitchen so I didn’t even get a chance to cheat. Anadolu Yakası Escort

The next thirty minutes I spend looking into all the French tests that I made this year. I discovered two mistakes but after calculating I found out that I needed to find at least one more mistake in order to pass this year. But I had already gone through all of the tests.

“And was it enough,” I heard her ask.

“No,” I said with big disappointment.

“That’s too bad,” she replied.

“Isn’t there anything else you could do for me, Ms. Mercier?” I nearly begged her.

“I believe I have done enough for you already, boy,” she said.

“I know and I’m really thankful for that but I just can’t redo this entire year. My parents will be so mad at me and I’m gonna have to make new friends and all. I would do pretty much anything to go over to next year. Please, Ms. Mercier,” I said.

I saw her nodding no but then she suddenly stopped.

“Did you mean it when you said you would pretty much do anything?” She said.

For a second I hesitated but then said: “Yes everything”.

A laugh appeared on her lips.

“Okay, then I want you to fully undress.” She said.

It took me a couple of seconds before I truly realized what she said.

“W-what…? I stammered.

“You said you’d do anything, so undress.” She said.

“But Ms.” I started until she interrupted me. “I don’t want to hear another word from you until you are undressed. So if I were you I’d start undressing. Otherwise, you can leave and I won’t change your grades.” She said.

Both speechless and stunned I looked at my French teacher. She knew just as good as me that there was only one thing I could do.

So I started to take off my shoes and socks.

“Good boy,” she said.

Then my shirt came off. I had been going to the gym for a couple of months now and already had quite a muscular body. She also seemed to notice that as she started to lick her lips.

Then I stood up and decided to pull my underpants and pants down at the same time. I was now standing naked in the living room of my French teacher. She ordered me to sit on the couch, so I did. I had been covering up my private area as much as I could.

She said down next to me and said: “Put your hands on your head.” “Please don’t make me do that,” I whispered to her as if I didn’t want anybody else Avrupa Yakası Escort to know what I just said.

“I will. And from now on you will call me mistress, understood?” She said. I nodded. “Yes, mistress.”

“Good, now put your fucking hands on your head!” She said a bit annoyed. Slowly I moved my hands away from my crotch and put them on my hand. My penis now in full sight for her. I felt ashamed because I hadn’t shaved for a couple of weeks down there. I wasn’t really expecting that somebody was gonna see me naked anytime soon.

Then she grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. I was already pretty hard but when she touched it, it went too full-size immediately.

After a while, she told me to follow her upstairs.

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “I want you to start shaving. Get rid of all your pubic hair. Then put on this blindfold. After that, you also have to put on these handcuffs behind your back. I’m gonna put both of them on the edge of the bath. When you’re all done you walk towards my room.” She said as she pointed at the room across the bathroom. “Everything understood?” She then asked me.

“Yes, mistress,” I said.

After she left the room I stepped underneath the shower and started shaving as good as I could. When I was pretty happy with the result I started to dry myself. I grabbed the blindfold and put it over my eyes. I couldn’t see anything. Then I started to put on the handcuffs behind my back. Even though I couldn’t see anything this went pretty smoothly.

Then I slowly kicked the door open with my feet and started walking towards the room she pointed at before.

“Hmmm, it looks much bigger now that it’s shaven,” I heard her say as I walked into the room. “But it took you way too long to get shaven. You made your mistress wait for a while. And for that, I’m gonna have to punish you.

She ordered me to bend over. Smack! She hit me hard on my ass. I bit my tongue as I tried not to scream. Then she spanked me another time. This time I couldn’t stop myself from making a noise. She did it another three times before she commanded me to sit on my knees.

I still couldn’t see anything but I heard her pulling her pants down. All of a sudden she grabbed me by my head and pulled my head towards her pussy. “Lick it,” she said, “Lick your teachers pussy”.

Slowly I started to lick her İstanbul Escort vagina. I needed a bit of time to get used to the flavors and the shape. But when I finally did I started to lick her like there was no tomorrow. Above me, I heard the moaning sounds of Ms. Mercier, as she started to move her hips to get the most amount of pleasure.

“I’m going to cum and I want you to swallow everything that comes out of my cunt, understood?” She said.

I nodded my head as much as I could between her hips. I noticed how she started to breathe more heavily and about ten seconds later she came. Like the good little slave boy that I was, I swallowed all of her cum. I managed to catch most of it with my mouth but some ended up on my lips. She then put her hands on my lips so that most of the remaining cum was on her hand. “Lick it!” She ordered. I started to lick her hands and swallowed all the cum my tongue came across.

“Good boy,” she said, “now lay down on my bed. I can’t wait any longer to put that hard cock of yours in my mouth. I lay down on my back and felt how she maneuvered her upper body between my legs so she have better access to my cock. She started licking my shaft and eventually put my cock in her mouth. I felt how she started to move her head back and forth as I heard the sounds coming out of her mouth while she was sucking my cock. And even though, I was still blindfolded and couldn’t see my cock going in and out of her mouth I still came in about a minute. She also swallowed all my cum. Then she moved forward until her breasts fell down on my chest. Her head now inches above mine. Both still heavily breathing. Then we started to kiss a bit.

After a while, I got an erection again. She also noticed that. She got off me and walked towards her nightstand. Then she came back and put a condom on my dick. She jerked me off again and slowly moved her vagina towards my dick. I felt as her pussy lips closed around the tip of my penis. My heartbeat started to rise. Finally!

Slowly she started to go up and down. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The thought of finally being inside a vagina drove me nuts. I felt how she started to increase her tempo. And the feeling of her warm, wet and tight pussy made me cum for the second time.

Then she took off my blindfold so that I could finally see her beautiful big tits. I couldn’t stop looking at them!

Then she uncuffed me and we both started to get dressed again. She took me by my hand and guided me back to the living room.

Fortunately, she kept her word and adjusted my grades. What a way to go over to the next year!

This was part 1 of Getting blackmailed by my teacher. Please let me know what you think of it.

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I had just returned to the States after serving 18 months above the Artic Circle with the Air Force, I got my discharge and caught the first jet headed south.

I had been home for about 2 months when a friend asked if I would accept a blind date with a friend of his wife. I was told that she was 23 and really cute and recovering from a bad relationship, I agreed to a Friday date consisting of dinner and a movie. Jim said that he would pick me up at 6:30 then we would pick up the girls.

Jim was right on time, after we left my place it took about 20 minuets to get to his house where both of the girls were waiting. I knew Peggy from my high school days so as soon as I saw them I knew which one was Maureen. She was a small girl about 5’2″ and 100 pounds with auburn hair and hazel eyes and the pale skin color that only redheads have and yes she was cute. She was wearing a low cut blouse which showed her small breast encased in a white bra and a full skirt. Peggy introduced us and we were off to dinner and a movie. The evening went well and Maureen and I got along like old friends. When we returned to Peggy’s around midnight Maureen and I had agreed on another date. We walked them to the door and as Jim was kissing Peggy good night I gave Maureen a light kiss on her cheek and told her again how much I had enjoyed the evening. And that I was looking forward to Saturday.

Maureen had told me of a movie she wanted to see that was playing at the local drive-in. When I got to her house I was introduced to her parents who seemed nice. Maureen told them that we were going to a movie and she would be home around midnight.

We got in the car and headed to the drive-in; we arrived just as the movie was starting and got a good spot to watch the movie. As I said before I had been out of the country for the last 18 months and was not aware of the movies that were out at this time. I had no idea that pornographic movies were available at theatres and in full color. After the credits the first thing that was on the screen was a blond woman with a black cock in her mouth. My God This Was Alabama in 1964; this was something that would get you hung, if you did it. I asked Maureen if she was sure that this was the movie she wanted to see. She told me that a girl friend had told her about it and yes this was it. She went on to explain that she had been told that all black guys had big dicks and all black women had huge tits and she wanted to see for herself. She then asked if this bothered me, I said no that I did not have a problem with sex between the races.

FOOTNOTE: While I was in the air force I dated a black girl in Columbus, Ohio and I probably would have married her if I hadn’t been sent overseas.

I asked Maureen if she had ever been with a black guy, she said no but she had thought about it. I asked her if she had a chance would she screw a black guy and she answered yes. I told her I had a friend who was black and if I asked him to screw her would she go along with it. She said yes. I then asked her if we were going to have sex, she again said that she hoped so.

We watched the movie and naturally the black guy had a monster sized cock but the black babe that was the fuck star had tits about like Maureen’s. 32A’s. Maureen did have small tits but her nipples were huge, almost as big as her tits, and they were a delight to suck. The black star fucked and had his cock sucked by several blond babes and the black star. Maureen was totality turned on by watching this and we fucked in the front seat of my Mercury. After we fucked I sucked my cum and her secretions from her pussy, this blew her mind, first because she had never had her pussy sucked before and she couldn’t believe that I was willing to eat her after I had cummed in her. I explained that my lady in Ohio taught me to do that. I did ask her if she had a problem with me doing that and she said no she didn’t. When the movie was over we went and got some food and made arrangements for our next date. I asked Maureen if she was willing to go out with Sam and his lady, a black couple that were my best friends, she said yes.

I called Sam during the week and asked if he would like to go out with Maureen and me. I explained the situation about Maureen’s ideas on the physical endowments of black men and the bust size of black women. I did know that Sam was about 7″ hard and that Vera was a nice 34B. I also explained to Sam that Maureen might want to fuck him. Sam and I had been known to bang the same babe more than once, this also included Vera. Sam asked my feelings on him fucking my woman and I replied that they were the same as when I fucked his woman. Sam was present when I fucked Vera and he approved.

[Footnote: Sam and I had been friends for years and used to have sex with the same girls when ever possible and before Escort Bayan that we would jack off together, we had even jacked off each other]

I picked Maureen up then went to Sam’s house and got him and Vera and headed to Chicken Charlie’s. We got there about 9 PM just as things were getting started. Charlie had a band playing and it was loud and fun. We had a table reserved for us and I hoped that Maureen wasn’t intimidated that we were the only white people there. Charlie and I were friends before I went into the service so I was well known here. We had several drinks to loosen Maureen up before Sam took her to the dance floor where he was able to fondle her ass and rub his cock against her belly. Vera said that he looked like he was fucking her with her cloths on. Sam was an excellent dancer and his specialty was so-called dirty dancing.

Maureen was getting into this dance style and was soon rubbing her body all over Sam and she was using her hand too rub his cock as well as her belly. The music stopped and the band leader apologized but the band was going to take a break. Sam took Maureen’s hand and they walked back to the table and ordered another drink. Maureen was flushed and breathing hard as she leaned over and told me that she had a orgasm on the dance floor and that Sam’s dick got hard. I told her what Vera said about their dance, Maureen looked at Vera and smiled and told her that they were fucking. I asked Maureen if she wanted to have sex with Sam, she looked kind of stunned and finally said yes if it was o.k. with Vera and me. I asked if she had ever had sex with a black guy before and she said no. Vera then spoke up and asked Maureen why she wanted to fuck Sam, Maureen replied that he turned her on and she had always heard how viral black guys were. Sam just sat there and grinned. We had a couple more drinks and headed to Sam’s house. Maureen and Sam were in the back seat and Vera was up front with me. I could see in the rear view mirror that Sam had already removed Maureen’s blouse and bra and he was sucking on her tiny tits.

By the time we arrived at the house Sam had Maureen completely naked, they got out of the car and casually walked across the yard to the front door not caring who saw them. Vera gathered Maureen’s cloths and we followed them into the house. We all went to the living room where Sam removed his cloths and revealed his erect 7 inches [Sam is uncircumcised, his cock has girth of six and a half inches] Maureen just stared at his cock for a minuet then reached out and took in her hand. She then looked at Vera and I with a wanton grin on her face and dropped to her knees and took as much of it in her mouth as she could. Vera got a Polaroid camera off the table and took a picture of the cute redheaded white girl sucking Sam’s black cock.

After a few minuets Sam pulled Maureen up and placed her on the couch. He then spread her legs and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Maureen moaned as he entered her then they both started fucking at a furious pace. I have seen Sam fuck before and I know that he can go for a long time, so Vera and I got undressed and sat on the love seat where we had a good view of that black piston pumping that white pussy.

I was massaging Vera’s ample tits and she was pumping my cock as we watched her husband fuck my girl, it was quite exciting. Vera asked me if I still liked to eat the woman after she had been fucked, she knew about this from experience. I said that I would never leave a lady with messy pussy, and that I had always had to clean up after Sam. Vera is the one that got me to do this after a hot session with the 3 of us. Sam has also cleaned up after me but he didn’t take to it like I did.

Sam was obviously approaching his climax so Vera got the camera and took some more pictures. Sam shoots a massive load when he cums, we could see his balls get tight and the juices running down the crack of Maureen’s ass. Finally Sam pushed into Maureen as far as he could and filled her with his sperm. They stayed locked together for a few more minuets then Sam’s softening cock slipped from her pussy. Sam kissed her and turned to us with a satisfied look on his face, he then stood and Vera got down and took his cummy cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. Maureen started to get up but Vera told her to stay where she was. I went over, got on my knees and started sucking Sam’s cum from her pussy; I licked the juice from her ass and her thighs and her belly. When I finished Vera gave me a kiss with her tongue deep in my mouth.

Maureen was sitting on the couch nude with her legs spread wide and the sight of her still gaping cunt was amazing. Vera had moved next to her and was also naked; it was very erotic seeing the two of them side by side. I had removed my clothes also as Vera had given me a Bayan Escort blowjob while Sam was fucking Maureen.

Sam came back from the kitchen where he had made a batch of Margaritas and passed one to each of us. He sat next to me so that we were looking at the ladies; Sam asked Maureen if she was satisfied that fucking a black guy was better than a white guy. Maureen responded that she wouldn’t say better but it sure was different, that his was the only uncut cock that she had ever had and that excited her. Vera asked what she thought about me cleaning her afterward, Maureen said that she loved that. She knew I cleaned up after myself but me cleaning up after Sam really turned her on. She asked Vera if she was able to taste her on Sam’s cock and Vera said that she could and it was tasty. Vera then asked Maureen if she had ever had sex with another female to which Maureen answered no. Vera told her that it was time she did and slid off the couch and crawled between her legs and buried her face in Maureen’s crotch. Vera started sucking on Maureen’ clit and we could see she liked it. I had heard from other ladies that Vera was good at eating a pussy. Vera started licking and sucking Maureen’s pussy, at the same time she was massaging her tits and inserting a finger or two in her anus. Maureen put her hands on the back of Vera’s head and pulled her into her pussy. Vera had gotten on her knees in a very provocative position which allowed her asshole and pussy to be completely exposed. I decided to take advantage of this so I got behind her and started licking her anus; I knew that this was a super turn on for Vera. I would run my tongue around her asshole and then push it in her as far as I could. We kept this chain going until I had to fuck something so I slipped my cock in her tight ass. It had been awhile since I had ass fucked Vera and I had forgotten how much she liked it. She lifted her face from Maureen’s pussy and told me to fuck her hard and fast then went back to eating pussy. I lasted about 5 minuets before I filled Vera’s ass with my cum, just as my cock was slipping from this tight orifice Vera also had a orgasm. I decided to see just how kinky Maureen was so I managed to position myself so that she could take my cock in her mouth which to my delight she did. Maureen used her lips and tongue to clean my cock of the cum and other matter from Vera’s ass.

The four of us were pretty well exhausted at this point from all the drink and sex so we decided to call it a day. I kissed Vera as Maureen kissed Sam good night. Maureen asked if she could stay at my place as she didn’t want to go home and explain why she looked so used. I admit she did look like she had been ridden hard and put up wet so I agreed.

When we got to my place we both wanted a shower so we decided to save water and shower together we washed each other with special attention to the interior of Maureen’s pussy and my dick.

After our shower we crawled into my bed where I asked Maureen how she liked sex with a black guy. She said that it was exciting because it was taboo. She also said that if she had been blindfolded she would not have noticed any difference between him and other guys she had fucked. I asked if she had liked Vera eating her and she said that was great, that I was good but Vera was superb, that she had never experienced any thing like it. And yes she liked my ass fucking and the thought of her sucking my dick straight from her ass was so nasty and perverted that she had an orgasm every time she thought about it. She also said that me licking her asshole was a great turn on and that next time she expected me to lick my cum from her ass just like I did her pussy. I wasn’t too keen on that idea but I didn’t say any thing at that time.

I woke up around 9 on Sunday morning, Maureen was lying on her back with her legs spread showing her pussy. I hadn’t realized how red and thick her pubic was, but this was the first time I really got to see her in a good light. She had a treasure trail of hair from her navel to her bush, this was really sexy.

I tore myself away from this beautiful site and went to make some coffee. Shortly Maureen came into the kitchen, she was nude and so was I but she looked better. Maureen has tiny tits, but her nipples would look large on a “D” cup tit. I have ever experienced nipples that large before or after. She came over and kissed me and asked when the coffee would be ready. I poured her a cup and asked how she felt? We were drinking our coffee when some how the subject of sex came up.

Maureen asked me if I had ever had sex with Sam, I asked what she meant by sex, she said have you ever sucked his cock. No I haven’t, but we have jerked each other off a couple of times, and as you know I have tasted his cum and he has tasted mine the same Escort way. But to be honest I have thought about it. She then asked if I had ever had a guy give me a blow job, this time I answered yes and I returned the favor and no I am not queer. I then explained the situation. When I was in Labrador I was sent to a radar site with 1 other guy, we were there for 30 days alone and so to relive our sexual tensions we would suck each other and yes I enjoyed it.

Maureen said that she would like to watch me with Sam sometime. I asked her if she had ever eaten a pussy before, other than last night. She said that she and her sister had eaten each other for a long time but that it wasn’t as good as with Vera. I then asked her about her marriage, did she have oral sex with him. She explained he thought that oral sex was an act against nature and they only had sex in the missionary position and only in the dark. She was never allowed to be nude around him even when he wanted sex and she never saw his cock. He would pull her night gown above her vagina and insert his cock and pump her about 30 seconds, cum and get up and go to the bathroom and wash. When he came out of the bath he would send her in to wash herself before he would her allow her back in the bed.

Maureen said that she started having sex at a very young age and in order to get satisfaction she was screwing lots of other guys while her husband was at work. She had a list of guys she could call and meet for a quickie or a full day of wild sex. After a year of being married her husband got wise to her infidelities and got a divorce. To celebrate Maureen got 6 of her lovers together and enjoyed a gangbang that lasted 5 hours.

I inquired about the gangbang and what had gone on. She started by taking on 3 of the guys at the same time, 1 in each orifice and that was fantastic, then she fucked and sucked them until nobody could get hard. At one time she had 2 of the guys in her pussy at the same time and tried to suck 2 others while jerking the other 2. Maureen admitted that she enjoyed multiple partners and had been involved in several gangbangs. I asked her how she had avoided getting pregnant or did she make the guys wear a rubber. She said that she hated rubbers and that she loved the feeling of cum in her and running down the crack of her ass or in her mouth. And she didn’t know why she had never gotten pregnant. I asked if she had ever had more than 6 guys at once. She then volunteered that she had fucked at least 75 or a 100 different guys.

To my surprise I had developed an erection from all this talk and the pictures appearing in my mind. I picked Maureen up and put her on the table then sat down in my chair and started licking and sucking her twat. I kept this up until she told me to fuck her so I stood up and entered her and started a furious fuck. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me into her as hard as she could. I was amazed at how good her pussy felt, it was like I was fucking a near virgin, not someone who had fucked maybe a hundred guys. I out did myself as I lasted at least 30 minuets before I had a dam busting orgasm. I must have deposited at least a quart of cum in her.

When my cock slipped from her vagina she moved down and took it in her mouth and licked and sucked all my cum and her pussy juices from it. After she finished she laid back and told me it was my turn to clean her up. There she was on the dining table with her legs spread and her pussy begging to be eaten. I leaned forward and started licking her thighs and moved to her open cum filled pussy where I started sucking her clit and running my tongue from her asshole back to her pussy. I continued with this until she had another orgasm and that is when I learned that she lost control of her bladder at the same time that she would cum. The stronger the orgasm the more she peed. I found this excited me and I made sure to lick up all the juices in and around her vagina.

I can explain my addiction to the taste of a woman’s vagina because it is something that I truly love, I enjoy the taste, the smell and the feel of them. As mentioned previously I have eaten women before, during and after they were fucked, during their periods and when they have peed. I prefer a woman with a heavy growth of pubic hair as the hair holds her aroma. I would rather eat a woman who hasn’t bathed for a day rather than just after a bath. The older lady [she was 34] I mentioned earlier in this narrative happened to be my aunt and she insisted that this was a normal thing for a gentleman to do to impress his lady. Come to think of it my aunt was very hairy. Aunt Jean also taught me that a woman has as much right to have multiple sex partners and perform as many different sex acts as a man without being considered a slut, whore or any other derogatory name, and I agree, the more experience and the more partners only makes her more desirable at least to me.

I will end at this point; the second part will be forth coming if this writing receives a decent response. Part starts with Maureen and me getting married.

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