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Dan often felt uneasy. He would nod and smile and try to get along with the lads, but they just weren’t his scene. Not really. He always felt more comfortable around girls. Girls were smarter, more fun to go out with, and they looked so much better too. Such beautiful faces, bodies, clothes – everything about girls seemed better than boys.

When he started seeing Lucy, it was more admiration than love. She had a beautifully soft, calming voice. A petite girl – flowing dark hair, pretty hourglass figure with pert round boobs, a slim flat tummy, and gorgeously curved hips and bum. “Do you think we should get together, then?” she said, after they’d had a couple of drinks together. “I can see the way you look at me. You want to see what I look like in my bra and knickers don’t you?”

Well, that’s a confident girl. And she was right. Dan had tried not to be obvious, but he had been trying to steal a glance at her breasts – held perfectly in a lacy white bra – when she leaned forward to pick up her glass of wine. When they’d walked into the bar, he’d walked behind her, admiring the easy sway of her hips, and noticing a tiny peak of silky knickers poking above her casual shorts. The bra strap flat across her back. The way she slipped a finger in under her shirt to pull her shoulder strap back into place.

“Umm. Yes. Can we do that?” Dan felt a little stupid. But she was right. He’d give anything to go back to her house, be invited into her bedroom, and spend a few hours taking her clothes off and – with a bit of luck – fucking every way they could think of until they fell asleep.

“Let’s go, then,” she said. OK, so she was always going to take the lead. That’s the way it would be. He felt almost ridiculously submissive as he followed her out of the bar, leaving half-finished drinks, feeling drunk, wondering if it was OK that she was so forward.

She had a great little bedroom. One other flatmate, but a whole floor to herself. Big bed in the middle of the space, racks and racks of little dresses and blouses and all sorts of other girly treats all around.

She unbuttoned her top, and slipped the shoulders off. She was beautiful. A perfect little figure. Soft smooth skin, and that white lacy, perfectly fitted bra clasping her breasts, which gently lifted and sank with her aroused breathing. He pulled off her knickers. They made love. For hours. But that’s not what this story is about.

*

The next morning, he woke up in her bed, and found her gone, with just a note. “Feel free to stay all day. I’m back in the evening. My flatmate’s out. The house is yours to do as you please. Please stay. My pussy really enjoyed last night, and I want to do it again.”

Dan got up, showered, thinking of all the times she’d showered there before dressing herself – knickers on, bra on, and then her choice of clothes from the amazing selection on the racks around her room.

He had a quick look around the house – all very nice – helped himself to some cereal, and went back to Lucy’s room. He noticed last nights’ clothes on the floor. Her bra. Her knickers. There was a note on the knickers: “Sniff me. Don’t be ashamed.”

He picked them up, tiny lacy panties. They were white shiny satin at the front, erzurum escort with lace details, and of course an absorbent cotton gusset. On the gusset were stains from Lucy’s cunt. A day’s worth of her private sexy thoughts causing little licks of secret wetness. He admired them – just think what had been inside them. He sniffed them. There was an amazing salty musky smell. Moments from last night flooded his memory. Lying on his back with her on top, he had lifted her by her armpits, and she had wriggled with frustration as he held her with just the tip of his cock inside her pussy. She was straining for it, but he wouldn’t let her have it… and then he let her sink all the way down and she had groaned with satisfaction as he watched her cunt swallow the full length of his dick. Full of cock, she had ground her pussy around, clamping down, refusing to let him get his dick out of her, grinding her clit on him, her juices all over his pubes and his balls.

He put his two thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and held them open. There’s more where these come from, that’s for sure. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he went over to her chest of drawers and pulled the top drawer open. Make up, jewellery, a couple boxes of tampons and panty liners, and at least two vibrators just rolling around in there. Interesting. Back for that in a while. But that’s not the drawer I want.

He pulled open the second drawer. And there it was. Her underwear drawer. All nicely arranged. Arranged with pride. Arranged to show them off. Rows of knickers: colourful thongs, silky panties, satin date-night knickers, black, white, pretty pinks, reds, blues, more knickers than any one girl could possibly need in a month. And bras. So many bras. All arranged with their cups facing forward and their straps tucked behind, keeping them in good condition. Bras to match every pair of knickers. Silky black bras, lacy white bras. A wet-look leather bra. Pretty little girly bralettes in all sorts of soft colours – pinks, yellows and baby blues. There was even a row of basques, with ribbons tangling. This was a drawer designed for fun.

And there was a note: “Pick your favourite and try it on. Dare you.”

Dan had already thought of that. This was an unbelievable opportunity. He didn’t need the note. He was going to do it anyway. He fingered the knickers, careful not to put them out of their careful arrangement. He couldn’t possibly let her know that he had been in her underwear drawer. Then he ran his hand across the rows and rows of bras. What a great choice. What great taste. So sexy.

Then he had a brilliant idea. Rather than risk disturbing the arrangement, so she might find out what he had done, he would try on the knickers and bra that were lying on the floor beside him. The ones with her sweat, her juices and her sexy smell all over.

He put on the knickers first. They would be tight, but he should be able to get them onto his boringly straight man’s hips. They felt great, and he loved thinking about her vaginal juices against his balls.

He picked the bra up by a single shoulder strap. It hung from his fingers, such a light garmet, so clever, so complicated. Lacy erzurum escort bayan bits here, silky bits there, straps and clasps and adjusters. So totally alien compared to his boring male underwear. He put an arm through one shoulder strap, then the other, drawing the cups to his chest. And he fastened the clasp behind his back.

He closed his eyes. The bra felt good on him. So feminine. So close-fitting. So perfect. With his eyes still closed, he lifted one hand to cup one side of the bra.

…And he felt a perfect, round, soft breast inside it.

His eyes flashed open, and he looked down. He was looking down at a girl’s body. Two breasts inside the bra. The top view down of perfect tits, fitting snugly in a perfect fitting bra. And no cock. Knickers with no cock inside them. And curves. Unmistakeable feminine curves. A thin waist, flaring out to wider hips and undoubtedly a pert round bum behind. He was inside a girl’s body, looking out.

Oh my. Oh my. Oh my!

This had to be a dream. He was dreaming he was a girl, surely. It had happened before. But this felt far too real. He still had a hand on his boob. It felt reassuring to hold on to. He needed that comfort. This was, after all, a more than strange situation.

Everything about his body felt different. He could feel his boobs very distinctly. They were tingling. The nipples were hardening. That was his first sign that he was getting aroused. They were big nipples – compared to what he had before. And they were full of feeling, desperate to be squeezed and pulled. And sucked. Oh my God, he thought, I would love someone to suck my tits.

He ran his hands down his body. There was only one place this was going. He was about to find out what his pussy felt like. But, again, everything had changed – he didn’t want to go there straight away. Sexy was a whole body thing, not just a genital thing. He wouldn’t allow himself to find out if he had a cunt until he had run his hands across his slim waist, down onto his hips and round the back to clasp his ass.

He held both hands on his ass, arching his back slightly, pushing his breasts forward, and he lifted his ass cheeks. No doubt about it. That action did the trick. He could feel his pussy lips being ever so gently moved apart. He finally knew what it felt like to own a pussy.

His hands came round the front, following the top seam of his knickers. And he pulled his knickers open so he could see. Inside, a sweet little mound of curly pubes receded down to the curve of his cunt. He could even see where the vagina split into two lips. That must be where his clit is hiding. He closed his knickers. This was too good to be true.

But seconds later, he couldn’t resist. Partly curiosity, but partly something else. He was horny. Not just horny like he knew. Girl horny. It was a stronger feeling. More compelling. And all over his body – starting with his tits, and tingling all the way down to his toes. He shoved his hand down his knickers.

His middle finger ran along the length of his slit – just like he had done many times before with other girls.

Only this time, it was deliciously different. This time, he was the girl, escort erzurum and he was feeling his own pussy lips.

It was definitely, undoubtedly, thrillingly, a cunt. Between his legs. In a beautiful pair of tight white panties. And he was standing there, naked apart from his knickers and his bra, in a girl’s bedroom. Surrounded by girls’ things: dresses, skirts, blouses, loose tops, tight tops, more knickers, more bras. He clutched one of his tits, with the middle finger of his other hand feeling its way into his moistening hole. He could feel it: hot, wet, and slippery. He could feel the wetness on his finger, but he could also feel it… inside.

Suddenly there were noises downstairs. A key being fiddled in a lock. A door opening. A voice, “Hi!!! I’m home.”

Oh no!

He was paralysed for a moment. No idea what to do. He was wearing his girlfriend’s bra and knickers, wanking in her bedroom. And he was about to be caught. No, wait. He was a girl. A girl, wearing a bra and knickers (great, that’s good – suddenly he felt so glad that his breasts were covered up, contained, made decent). Someone was coming up the stairs. He jumped into the bed, and pulled the covers over his body.

Lucy walked into her bedroom. Lucy, the girl from last night, who Dan had taken home and fucked until they had fallen asleep in each others’ arms – remember her?

“Hi Dani,” she said lightly, in her soft musical voice. “Oh my God I’ve had such a day! How’s your day been?”

Dan lay in Lucy’s bed. He was shaking, he was so nervous and confused about what was going on. “I… I…” he said. It wasn’t even his voice. It was a girl’s voice that came from his throat.

Lucy sat on the bed next to him and stroked his hair. His long feminine blonde hair. “Oh I know baby. All you want to do is lie there and wank yourself stupid. I bet you haven’t even tried a vibrator yet.”

She patted him like a child. “All good things come to those who wait, baby.”

Silence as she gazed at him. What was that in her eyes? Love? Lust? Definitely something sparkly in her eyes.

And suddenly she yanked back the covers, revealing Dan, on his back, wearing her lingerie. He made a pathetic attempt to cover his breasts with one arm and his pussy with the other hand.

Lucy just stared at him. She let the moment become slightly uncomfortable, and said, quietly, “Wow. I am soooo going to fuck you, baby.” Then she stood up.

“You’re wearing a bra, Daniel. You know that, don’t you?”

“I…”

“You are. Feels great doesn’t it. And you’re wearing my panties from last night, that I made dirty by thinking about fucking you in the taxi home. And now you’ve made them wet again.”

She paused.

“Would you like me to explain what’s going on?”

“… I… Yes.”

“You’re wearing a very special bra. A transformation bra. You put it on, you’re a girl. You take it off, you’re a boy. Simple as that. But don’t you dare take it off right now. If you do it wrong, you’ll be stuck as a girl forever.”

She paused. She was really enjoying this. Dan just felt bewildered.

“So you’re going to keep your bra on, and I’m going to teach you how your new body works. We’re going to do all sorts of things together. Understand?”

Dan nodded.

“Good girl,” purred Lucy. “Let’s call you Dani from now on, hmm?”

“And Dani? I want you to know that, as well as doing lots of wonderful things together, I am going to fuck you until your pussy is dripping down your inside thighs. OK?”

“Yes,” Dani said.

End of part one.

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Barbara Mason had smoothed down her black pencil skirt and straightened the seams on her shiny black silk stockings when the telephone rang.

She reached over to her bedside table and took the phone out of its cradle before answering it.

‘Hello?’

‘Hello darling,’ a posh voice purred.

‘Oh, Hi Audrey.’

‘Are you ready for him?’

‘Yes I just have to put on my heels and I’ll be ready.’

‘Do you think he’s what we’ve been looking for?’

‘Well he does seem eager and shy but the best thing is I’m sure he’s submissive.’ replied Mrs Mason.

Audrey Chartwell was a tall, slim, fifty two year old widow.

She was a very attractive woman and like Barbara Mason and their other friend Celia Harrison she was fed up of guys hitting on them then disappearing out of their lives once they’d had what they wanted..

She was wealthy in her own right after a profitable divorce and had more recently been widowed, her late wealthy husband dying of a heart attack. She lived in a large detached house about a quarter of a mile from Barbara.

All three ladies had drawn up a list of attributes they required from a male partner.

The list wasn’t long but all three had included two requirements which was that they had to be young and submissive. So far they hadn’t been successful in seducing anyone like that until Barbara had found Peter.

Back at Barbara Mason’s house she had just slipped into her four inch classy shiny black heels when the doorbell rang.

After looking in the hall mirror to check on her appearance she opened the door.

‘Peter, so glad you could make it. Please come in.’

After she’d closed and locked the door she told Pete to follow her into the sitting room.

Pete got a good look at what she was wearing and noted she was in all black. Black silk blouse, tight black pencil skirt with her curly blonde hair placed up in a bun. Black stockings and shiny black heels.

She took a seat in the centre of the sofa while Pete looked around for somewhere to sit. As he made his way to an armchair she ordered him to stop.

She crossed her legs and Pete heard the whisper of her stockings as they rasped together.

‘So Peter, come and stand in front of me and tell me what you remember about your last visit here?’

An embarrassed Pete looked down at the lounge carpet and muttered something incoherent.

‘Come along Peter. Surely you remember? It was only two days ago. You must remember losing your virginity don’t you?’

‘Ye…yes. I do. And it was lovely,’ he added blushingly.

Mrs Mason smiled and uncrossed her legs.

‘Peter why don’t you kneel down.’

As he knelt Mrs Mason opened her legs to show off the tops of her silky black stockings held up by black suspenders and her shaven wet pussy.

‘Peter, come and show me what you learned last time. Use your mouth on me and make me cum!’

Pete shuffled over to Mrs Mason but before he could dip his head she grabbed the back of his hair and looked him in the eye.

‘You will be a good boy for Mummy today won’t you?’

Pete nodded and felt his cock grow hard just before Mrs Mason dragged his face between her thighs.

‘Oh fuck yes!’ she cried as Pete’s mouth enveloped her cunt.

Pete put into practice everything he had learned the other day quickly bringing Mrs Mason to a screaming orgasm.

‘Wow!’ was all she could say as Pete emerged from beneath her skirt, his face glistening with her juices.

She looked down at Pete, still on his haunches, and smiled at him then she stood up.

‘Come along it’s time we went upstairs.’

In the bedroom Barbara soon stripped Pete naked. She stood in front of him and looked at his rock hard cock bobbing up and down as if it had a mind of its own.

Slowly she undid the buttons on her silk blouse which she peeled away from her bare breasts. Pete’s eyes were focused on her hard nipples.

She then unzipped her skirt, unbuttoning it and sliding it down her hips then off.

Pete audibly gasped as he took in her black satin girdle with four suspenders on each thigh holding up her shiny black silk stockings. Her four inch shiny black heels made her legs look longer.

Barbara was sure his cock had grown bigger.

She walked past him and laid down on the bed with her legs wide open.

‘Come and fuck me Peter. Fuck me hard and I want you to give me at least two orgasms.’

Pete jumped on the bed and crawled between her thighs.

Luckily Barbara was already wet as he unceremoniously slid his cock quickly inside her.

He began humping her hard and she knew he wouldn’t last long but she thought she would hurry things on a bit.

She dragged her middle finger over his puckered hole making him moan. When she slid it into his arse he groaned and shot his cum deep inside of her.

Barbara feigned displeasure and told Pete to get up.

She sat on the side of the bed and glared at him.

‘Well young man that was lousy. I never got to cum and all it seemed you cared about was your own orgasm.’

Pete adana escort didn’t know what to say so he kept quiet.

‘Well I think you deserve to be punished!’

Pete’s head shot up.

‘Get over my lap you naughty little boy!’

Pete didn’t move so she grabbed his arm and dragged him over her stocking clad thighs.

‘No please don’t spank me. Ouch!’

Barbara concentrated slapping the cheeks of his arse then interspersed the slaps by spanking the tops of his thighs.

Soon his yelps became groans then moans as she ran her hands over his sore bottom then traced a finger between his cheeks.

More spankings then more caressing.

Finally she leaned over and took a bottle of lube out of the nearest bedside set of drawers and squirted a dollop on the middle finger of her right hand.

Pete squirmed as she gently probed his little hole.

‘Oh no please. Not that,’ he begged.

‘You seemed to like it a moment ago. Let’s see if you do now!’ then slid her finger all the way into his arse.

‘Oh fuck!’ groaned Pete.

Barbara began to finger fuck him causing him to moan and grind his crotch onto her stocking covered thigh. She could tell he had regained his erection so she added another finger stretching him further which caused him to grunt in discomfort at first then pant as she sawed them in and out of him. She sought out his prostate and as she ran her fingers over it he jumped and groaned.

‘Good!’ she thought. ‘Time for the next level.’

She ordered him to stand then to lie on his back on the bed.

When she pulled out the wrist and ankle restraints that were attached to each corner of the bed Pete began to panic.

‘Wha…What are those for?’ he demanded to know.

‘Oh just a special game we are going to play. Don’t worry you’ll love it.’

When he was secured she got out an anal vibrator that wasn’t much bigger than the two fingers that had been in hi arse previously and eased it into him. Then she switched it on.

‘Of fuck!’ cried Pete as the vibrator rubbed against his prostate.

Next she took out a small flogger and brought it down on his cock and balls causing him to groan in pain and pleasure.

‘I just need to see if you are really into this and by the look of your cock you certainly seem to be enjoying it.’

Pete’s cock was as hard as it has ever been and leaking pre-cum like a tap.

After a few minutes of flogging his genitals she stopped then bent down and took his sore appendage into her mouth and sucked it.

‘Oh my God,’ cried Pete. He thought he was going to cum there and then.

Barbara then climbed onto the bed and mounted him.

‘If you cum quickly again I will spank you and it will be a lot harder!’

Pete concentrated on not cumming as the older lady rode him to her own orgasm. It was difficult not to spurt as the anal vibrator was still buzzing away in his arse.

Soon Barbara was building up to her second orgasm.

‘Get ready to cum with me darling. I’m almost there. Oh fuck!’

She came hard just as Pete erupted inside of her.

After a minute or so she released him and snuggled down on the bed with him slowly stroking his limp cock.

‘Well Peter did you enjoy that?’

Pete had to admit he had in fact enjoyed it very much.

‘Would you like to see me again and let us see if we can push your boundaries even further?’

Pete took a minute to think but finally said that he would like to come back as long as it wasn’t going to cause him any permanent damage. Barbara assured him that she wouldn’t but would definitely give him amazing orgasms.

‘Speaking of orgasms, you seem to be recovered enough to make love to me.’

Barbara laid back and Pete once more crawled up between her thighs but this time he took his time and made slow sensual love to her culminating in an enjoyable orgasm for both of them.

Over the next couple of weeks Pete was introduced to more larger dildos and floggers. One time he was tied to the bed face down and she milked him by fucking his arse with a long thin rubber cock, concentrating on running it over his prostate. She loved the way he groaned and squirmed on the large bath towel as she milked him.

The sessions still started with cunnilingus and finished with passionate sex but in between Pete’s hole was being stretched in readiness for his visit to Audrey.

One afternoon when they were lying in bed post orgasm Barbra told Pete that she would be going out of town for a couple of weeks. Pete looked crestfallen.

‘I hope you don’t mind but I have arranged for my friend Audrey to carry on with your train…er your education.’

Pete had loads of questions about the new lady but all Barbara told him was that he would enjoy every second.

‘You will be a good boy for Mummy and go along to see Aunt Audrey won’t you?’ she asked as she slowly stroked his cock.

Pete’s cock lurched in her hand when she said that and he reluctantly agreed.

Four days later when Pete was alone in his house his eskişehir escort phone rang. Nervously he answered it.

‘He..Hello?’

‘Is that Peter? It’s Audrey here. I believe Barbara Mason said I was going to call.’

Pete thought the voice sounded cultured and warm.

‘Oh Hi. Ye..yes she did say you would call.’

‘Oh good. I would like you to visit me tomorrow at eleven in the morning. Would you be able to do that?

Pete confirmed he would be able to.

‘Good boy. I’ll text you my address.’

Then the line went dead and Pete realised he had an erection.

At eleven o#clock the next morning he found himself ringing the bell of a large detached house in an upmarket area of town.

He heard the click clack of high heels before the door opened.

He stared at the tall slim older women who invited him in.

He realised he hadn’t said a word and hadn’t really heard any of her greeting except to remove his footwear. He was bewitched by the glamorous dark haired woman who was dressed in a tight black woolen dress. She wasn’t busty but had curvy hips and as she turned to lead him into the house he saw she had a nice plump bottom. He could also see the seams of her black silk stockings above her shiny black four inch heels. Even without her shoes she would have been taller than him, with them she towered above him.

She led him into her sitting room and told him to sit in an armchair as she took the one opposite.

As Audrey sat back and crossed her legs her dress rode up showing more of her thigh to a nervous Pete.

‘So Peter, I believe you’ve been enjoying some er… guidance from Barbara Mason. Is that correct?’

‘Ye…yes Audrey,’ he replied meekly.

‘I think you’d better call me Aunt Audrey, don’t you?’

Pete nodded and blushed.

‘Good boy. Why don’t you stand and remove your clothing?’

Pete slowly got to his feet and shrugged off his t-shirt before dropping his shorts and underwear. His cock was hard and his balls heavy.

Audrey uncrossed her legs and spread them wide.

‘I believe this is how we are supposed to start!’

Pete went down on his knees and slowly moved his face under her skirt and could see she wasn’t wearing panties, her bald sex dripping with juices.

‘Good boy Peter. Show me what you have learned.’

Pete began to kiss and lick her outer lips before tonguing her vulva then up to her clitoris where he could tell she was beginning to react to his administrations.

He licked and slurped on the older woman’s pussy that was now dripping with juices.

With a groan Audrey gripped Pete’s head and held it tight on her gushing cunt as she came hard on his face.

‘Oh you have been paying attention to your lessons. Haven’t you Peter?

Ye…yes Aunt Audrey,’ Pete replied looking down at the carpet but only seeing her classy shiny black heels.

‘Well I think we should go on upstairs to my play room,’ Audrey said as she stood up and walked to the door.

‘Do hurry up. Oh, and leave your clothes where they are, you can retrieve them when I’ve finished with you.’

Pete jumped to he feet and hurried after her.

When they were inside the room Pete marveled at the blacked out windows covered in heavy black curtains, a large metal frame bed with black rubber sheets, a rack of floggers and whips, a glass cabinet full of sex toys and something that looked like a small vaulting horse that he’d used in school but much smaller with a padded shiny black rubber top and with cuffs attached to all the legs.

‘Yes a little intimidating don’t you think. My last husband was very into being dominated. We used to play crazy tie up games where I’d whip and flog then bugger him Unfortunately he was working in his office one day when he had a heart attack and died. How ironic.’

Pete was really nervous now but before he could run Audrey asked him to unzip her dress and turned her back on him.

Pete pulled down the zip and Audrey stepped out of the dress to reveal a tight black satin basque that had four suspenders on each thigh holding up her stockings. She hung the dress over a chair and faced Pete. He could see that her breasts almost spilled out of the top of the basque and his cock got even harder.

‘Come on, up on the bed with you.’

Pete gasped as he laid back on the cool rubber sheets and Audrey giggled.

She climbed up on the bed and gracefully crawled over to him, laying down beside him and resting on her left elbow she began to slowly stroke his cock.

‘We’re going to explore your darkest fantasies Peter. Barbara seems to think you are ready for what we are going to do today. If you are we can progress with your training.’

She turned to him and pulled down the top of her basque freeing her breasts. Once bare Pete thought they were bigger than he first thought being obviously constrained by her underwear.

He couldn’t stop looking at her huge nipples, they stuck out like organ stops.

‘Yes I do have very large nipples Peter and they sakarya escort are very sensitive. I love them to be sucked. Why don’t you take one in your mouth now!’

Pete eagerly sucked on her huge teat making Audrey moan.

‘That’s it Peter, now chew them. Oh my God, yes!’

Pete sucked, chewed gently, then not so gently bit down on them.

‘Oh fuck! Audrey cried as she pushed Pete onto his back and straddled his cock before easily sliding down the length of it.

‘Please don’t cum too quickly Peter I need to fuck your big hard cock.’

Pete looked at the mature woman astride him and saw her slim body dressed in a black satin basque, black silk stockings and shiny black heels riding his throbbing dick. He knew it was going to be difficult to hold on and he hoped she would cum quickly before he did.

‘Oh yes Peter. Fuck that’s good. Oh I love your cock.’ she chanted as she bobbed up and down on the prone boy.

Suddenly she started to ride him faster.

‘I’m nearly there Peter. Cum with me darling. I want to feel you filling me up with your cream.’

Pete was fighting to hold on when she screamed.

‘Oh God I’m cumming Peter. Give me your load darling. Aaarrrgghhh!’

Pete groaned loudly and lifting his hips off the bed exploded inside of Audrey.

They lay side by side sated from their lovemaking.

Audrey was the first to move as she leaned over Pete.

‘Let Aunt Audrey give you a kiss to thank you for such a wonderful orgasm.’

She then lowered her head to his and her lips descended seeking out Pete’s.

They kissed long and passionately.

Once she’d broken the kiss she lay back again, her hand toying idly with his flaccid cock.

‘Oh I must get this hard for the next part of your tuition. It will make it a lot more enjoyable for you if it is!’

Pete wondered what was in store for him next.

After a few minutes Audrey went down on him and took his semi hard cock in her mouth and sucked it to full erection.

‘So Peter are you ready?’

Pete gulped and stammered ‘Ye..yes Aunt Audrey.’

‘Good boy. Right come with me.’

She led him over to the wooden horse-like contraption.

‘I want you to lay your body over the seat of the horse with your feet on the ground but stand on your toes.’

Pete stared at it nervously.

‘Wha…what are you going to do to me?’

‘Oh something both Barbara and I think you will enjoy.’

Pete gingerly lowered himself over the cool padded rubber top and then he felt his legs being pulled apart and secured to the cuffs at each leg of each leg of the horse.

Audrey then walked in front of him an took his hands and did the same securing his wrists to the other set of cuffs.

Pete was now tied tight with his head at waist height and his bottom high in the air. He didn’t think he liked where this was going. He felt too helpless and exposed.

He saw Audrey out of the corner of his eye go to the cabinet, open a drawer and take out a medium sized flogger.

‘Barbara tells me you like a little pain well let’s see how much you can take.’

With that she brought the flogger down on his arse. Pete groaned and shifted higher on the horse, his cock rubbing against the shiny rubber and his balls swaying between his thighs.

More blows fell on his arse and thighs which sometimes caught his balls making him moan continuously. The pre-cum oozing from his rock hard cock was making the rubber seat wet and enabled it to slide up and down driving him crazy.

After a short while she put away the flogger and disappeared into an adjoining bathroom leaving Pete panting and squirming, hopelessly trying to make himself cum on the rubber seat.

A short couple of minutes later Audrey appeared.

Pete gasped as she walked in front of him lubing up the six inch pink strap-on dildo she was wearing.

‘Oh no. Please not that. I don’t think I…’

‘Oh we think you can and that you will love it so much you’ll come for more and more!’

As she said that she went behind Pete who gasped when he felt cool lube being pushed into his arse. First one finger penetrated him, then a second adding more lube. When three fingers slid into him he was continually groaning.

‘Right, let’s see what we can do here!’ she said as she withdrew her fingers and lined her cock up with his hole.

He grunted when the head of the cock slipped past his sphincter and groaned when he felt a burning sensation as she forced the dildo home. He felt very full.

‘Well done Peter, you’ve taken all my cock. Now I’d better fuck you!’

She started slowly and eased it in and out of him for a minute or two then increased her thrusts a little, changing her action so the cock glided over his prostate. Pete was surprised how wonderful it felt to be tied down and buggered by this older woman.

At every thrust his own cock would rub along the shiny, wet rubber as more pre-cum flooded out of him. Then with one hard push of Audrey’s hips he felt his foreskin pull back so his wet crown was rubbing up and down as he was being fucked causing him to continuously moan.

Soon he could feel his balls churning as Audrey pounded his arse.

‘Oh God Aunt Audrey I’m going to cum. Oh fuck yeessss!

His body shook as he came.

Audrey eased the dido out of his arse then left him to calm down as she went back into the bathroom.

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I have been lucky in my life when it comes to sex, especially when taking into account the small Northern California town I live in. When I say Northern California I mean Northern California; not the Bay Area but so close to the mountains bordering Oregon you can almost hear banjos playing in the forest.

The social makeup of the place was definitely Red State; overwhelmingly white, Christian and conservative. It was always amazing to me and yet, at the same time, completely understandable how many men I was able to have sex with. None of them were ever out but there was only so long that a person could run from their sexual urges.

I dated women exclusively. Some of them were kinky, others not so much. The others didn’t last very long but the kinky ones and I had our fun. As it was such a white area there were very few black men around but when we found one my girlfriends would immediately want to fuck them. Quite a few times they got lucky and were able to experience it.

As the years went by I tired of the place and moved to a different state. New friends, new experiences and good times were had. There was a much larger racial makeup in my new home.

However, one morning I found myself single and horny. This wasn’t your normal horny either; I was so incredibly horny that I could barely contain gaziantep escort myself. I called into work, took the day off, and went to the local booths, spending time at various glory holes within but it wasn’t doing it for me.

I texted a few hookups in the area and while they gladly came by and got themselves off it wasn’t doing it either. I kept feeling that itch that couldn’t be scratched and it was starting to annoy me.

As evening rolled around I found myself in front of my computer on Craigslist, browsing through the Casual Encounters section. Nothing really jumped out at me so I clicked into my account history where I saw all the old postings I had made for previous girlfriends. So many of them were for finding black cock and a majority had been successful.

Despite playing with cock a lot myself, and watching my exes get fucked by them, I realized I’d never had one myself. It was then that I decided to retool one of the old postings for my own purposes.

I posted asking for a big black cock that liked fucking men and wouldn’t take no for an answer. One that would use and abuse me until they got their nut. A few tepid responses came in and I was about to give up but then came one I really liked. He said all the right things; about how konya escort he didn’t let anyone know he fucked men but liked topping them, how he was aggressive about it and wouldn’t stop until he was done, and didn’t give one shit if I came or not. He attached a picture of his cock; it looked to be about eight inches long, thicker than usual and incredibly beautiful.

We exchanged emails for a bit, getting a feel for each other, then I gave him my address. An hour later there was a knock on my door; a big black man taller than me and while built he wasn’t the muscle builder type.

He wasted no time as he grabbed my head and put me on my knees in front of him. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out to find it was semi-hard. I took it in my mouth and started sucking him. It grew and kept growing until finally I had to pull it out as I was choking on it; what I pulled out was indeed eight inches long and as thick around as a twenty ounce soda bottle.

I struggled with giving him head for a bit longer when he grabbed me once more, took me to my couch and bent me over the arm, telling me not to move. I could hear him doing something behind me when, suddenly, I felt his cock go into my ass in one hard, fast push. He had lubed his cock but not my asshole, shoved kayseri escort it in to the balls, and started fucking me. The moment it was completely in I had something happen that had never happened before; I came like a river. Cum started pouring out of my cock in ropes without an orgasm.

He fucked me hard and rough, all the while cum kept pouring out of my cock onto the floor. I couldn’t stop any of it from happening and didn’t want it to. He was fucking my prostate just as much as my ass, and was stretching me with the right amount of pain to be pleasurable with each thrust.

He continued for about thirty minutes before he shot his load deep into me. Before going limp he pulled out, went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off. I fell to the floor, my hips and legs finally giving out.

He made his way to the front door, stopping to tell me, “I’m gonna fuck your ass whenever I want.”

He left.

As I stayed kneeling on the floor, his cum dripping out of me to mix with mine, I realized the truth that all of my ex-girlfriends had come to years ago. In that moment I realized that I could never go back to white cock. It HAD to be big black cock from then on. They take what they want, how they want it, and don’t ask permission.

It was so raw, powerful, and intense that from that moment on I joined my ex-girlfriends as a big black cock slut.

During subsequent visits he talked about sharing me with some of his friends, letting them have their way with me. I don’t care how many friends he has or if they’re people he just met, I’ll let them all take turns. My ass is reserved for big black cock from now on.

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One night a few years ago, my wife Debi and I were in bed chatting and the subject of past relationships came up. We’ve talked about our sexual histories to some extent before, but I never really got any details from her. So I was pretty shocked during this particular conversation when she told me for the first time that she had gone out with a black guy (we’re white) when she was at college some 20 years prior.

It shocked me so much because she was from a very conservative family who weren’t exactly what you’d consider open-minded about social issues such as mixed-race couples. Her dad was a retired big-city cop, and had always been happy to boil all of society’s ills down to the responsibility of the “colored” population in the city.

Debi said that absolutely nobody knew about her dating the guy; not her roommates, and definitely not her family. She said they spent some time going out, off campus so her friends wouldn’t see them, but mostly at his dorm. She said she wasn’t really ashamed of dating him, just that people she hung out with wouldn’t have been very understanding of it.

I wanted some juicy details as it had long been a fantasy of mine to watch her with a black guy. I’d also had that fantasy with most of my previous significant others, but because of her family’s attitudes about race, it seemed especially exciting and forbidden. I never would have guessed before this that she had fucked around with a black guy! I found myself getting excited.

I asked her if they fucked. “No,” she said, “we never went that far. But I did get to play around with his cock a few times.” I immediately felt my own cock stir with her admission. “Oh, my god, was it big!” she continued. “I could easily hold it in both hands when he got hard.” My cock had now fully sprung to life and I moved my hand under the covers to stroke it. I wanted to hear more.

“Tell me about how it happened,” I asked Debi.

“We took an elective racquetball class together my sophomore year, I must have been 19. We talked in class and were paired up to play a couple of times, and after a while he started hitting on me. I was flattered, of course, but didn’t think anything of it. gaziantep escort Then, at the end of the quarter when the class was ending, he asked for my phone number and if I wanted to go out sometime. I kind of shocked myself when I said yes, just because of how my family was. Besides, I was at college and wanted to open myself up to new experiences when I had the chance.

“So we went out a couple of times and had fun, and then he invited me back to his dorm room. He was nice and fun to be with, so I figured why not? We’d had a couple of drinks and I was feeling pretty horny, as I recall. His roommates were out at a party for the night so we’d be alone. We talked for a while, and, well, you know how one thing leads to another.”

I wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easily. “C’mon, gimme details!” I could tell Debi was embarrassed about going further, but she did anyhow. What a trooper!

“Well, we started kissing, and after a while he started working his hands inside my shirt. He made a really good move and flipped my bra up so he could get to my naked tits. He knew exactly how to play with my nipples to drive me nuts and he did that for a few minutes. Then he lifted my shirt up and began kissing down my neck. I knew he was going for my tits and I wasn’t about to stop him because I was feeling really good!

“I kind of leaned back and closed my eyes and definitely enjoyed it. He started rubbing my pussy through my jeans, and as I recall I didn’t feel much, so I reached down and unsnapped them. He slid his hand inside my panties and started working my pussy really good. Between that and him still sucking on my tits, I came pretty quickly.”

Debi looked down and saw my hand under the covers, then threw them back to see that I has stroking my rock hard cock. “I guess you’re really enjoying this, huh?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. Then I decided to make my admission. “I’ve actually had a fantasy of seeing you fuck around with a black guy since I met you!”

“What??” she said, obviously shocked. “Are you serious?”

“Doesn’t it look like I’m turned on listening to you? C’mon, konya escort you’re not finished! I want the rest of the story!”

“You pervert,” she laughed. “After I came, I took a couple of minutes to recover. When I finally did and opened my eyes, I saw that he had pulled that huge cock out of his pants. All I could manage to say was, ‘Oh, my god!’ which made him laugh. He said that’s usually how white girls reacted. I said that described me, all right! I had only seen a couple other guys’ cocks — white guys — so it was especially shocking. He was slowly stroking it. His fingers were wet from my pussy juice and that lubed him up pretty well. I was mesmerized at first, but I finally reached out to touch it and he pulled his hand away. It bobbed in the air, it looked like a thick black snake with a pinkish head. There was already pre-come dripping out. I’ll admit, it was really beautiful to look at; well, as beautiful as a cock can be,” she laughed.

“I grasped it and it was so thick my fingers didn’t fit around. I’m sure my eyes were bugged out looking at it and that he loved watching the expression on my face! It was probably nine or ten inches long. When I touched it, it was really hot and I could feel it pulse. I started to stroke it, first with just my one hand, then I realized that I could fit both hands on it and I started doing that. I was really getting into it.”

Debi reached under the covers. “Speaking of getting into it, my pussy is getting wet talking about this!” she said. “I haven’t thought about this in years.”

“Alright,” I reminded her, “let’s stick to the story! I’m close to coming!”

She laughed, “don’t worry, I’ll finish you just like I finished him. So, where was I?”

“Don’t tease me! You were stroking his big cock with both hands!”

“Oh, right. He was leaned back watching me stroke him. It made a great image, this giant black cock and my little white hands wrapped around it, pumping him up and down. He was saying, ‘that’s right, baby’ and things like that, really getting me into it.

After a few minutes, my curiosity got the best of me. I had never sucked anybody’s kayseri escort cock before, but I really felt drawn to his cock. I slowly leaned forward and saw him watching me as I put my tongue to the head of his dick. His pre-come was running down the head to where my hands were still wrapped around his shaft. I put my tongue on the head and flicked it around, and I could taste his salty come. He loved that and told me to keep licking it. I licked all around his head, then licked down the shaft and back up. I put my lips on his head and slowly worked it into my mouth. Man, was it big. I could get his swollen head into my mouth but couldn’t really get more than a few inches in. I learned later through practice how to deep-throat cocks, too bad I didn’t have that skill yet! I sucked in as much as I could and then started my head bobbing up and down. I started pumping him again, so there I was: two hands wrapped around that thick shaft and sucking that fat into my mouth.

“He started bucking his hips and thrusting, basically fucking my mouth with that big cock. I really liked that feeling. He never forced into me, but it felt really nasty and sexy. I could feel his shaft swelling even more in my hands and knew he was close to coming. Then he told me, ‘fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!’

“I pulled my mouth off his head a couple inches and kept the rhythm of my pumping to milk his come out. I felt his first spurt shoot deep into my mouth and my tongue was instantly coated with his hot, thick jizz. It shocked me since this was the first come shot I’d ever taken in my mouth. He shot again and I tried to swallow his come and just two spurts were already a mouthful! His next shot covered my lips. I then put my mouth back over his head and sucked down each spurt as he came. I couldn’t take it all in and I felt it running back over my lips, which made his shaft slippery so I could pump it easier. It felt like he came for a minute and it just didn’t stop!”

With that, I came hard, shooting my jizz through my pumping fist. “Oh, fuck!” I yelled.

Debi continued, “I sucked down all that big load of come! It was salty and hot nasty and I loved it! You would have loved watching that big black cock come in my mouth and on my face.” She enjoyed watching the effect of her nasty talk on me.

As I came, I replied, “I do want to see a big black cock come in your mouth!” She laughed, and probably didn’t think anything more of it. She had no idea how sincere I was in saying it!

To be continued…

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Writer’s notes –

This is the second chapter in the Blooming Flower series. This story should be able to be read on it’s own but if you would like a bit more of the back story, along with another adventure, check out Blooming Flower – Ch. 01 – The Cabin. Similarly, I’ll be writing Chapter three very soon.

Day Three

The light broke through the bedroom as Daisy was woken by Leo heading to the kitchen to make some coffee. She lay in bed still taking in what happened the previous night. She started nervously but as soon as things got started she didn’t look back. Leo had told her many times that he thought she would enjoy a night with another man but until last night it had always been a fantasy.

She knew that Leo had a hand in setting up last night’s fun, she felt that this holiday should continue the way that it had started. She took out her phone and started looking through some phone apps that could be fun to try out. As she scrolled through them all it was difficult to pick out just one. Daisy wanted to set something up, just like Leo had. She hovered over the button for a few moments before she nervously tapped to download it.

Leo came back into the room and sat on the bed. He passed Daisy her coffee and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and moved closer to him until her head was resting on his shoulder.

“How you feeling this morning?” Leo asked.

“I’m good…” Daisy responded, looking up at him. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, did you have fun last night?” Leo responded as he kissed her on the forehead.

“Yeah, it was fun. I was a bit nervous, but next time, I won’t be.” She giggled.

Leo laughed, “Oh, so you want to do that again?”

“Maybe.” Daisy teased.

Daisy’s phone vibrated in her hand as the download finished on her phone. She looked down at the screen and back up to Leo. He was looking down towards the phone screen. He continued to watch as she tapped into the screen and looked through the sign up process. She set her preferences and typed in details of what she was looking for as Leo watched on.

“I’m travelling a lot for work and going around the world. Sometimes I get a bit lonely and want some fun.” Daisy tapped out on the profile.

She set her age boundaries and distances along with selecting a photo or two from her phone. Leo looked on as she clicked on interested in men, well, no surprise there.

“Well, l should be a little less conservative shouldn’t I?” Daisy said aloud as she changed some of the preferences again while giggling.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a plan for today then.” Leo responded, finishing his coffee and putting it on the table.

“I do, but, it’s not just going to be for me.” Daisy reached across to Leo’s phone and took it. “I want to play a little game.”

“Wait, what?” Leo asked as he watched her download the app and start filling in his preferences for him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you the game after the profile is set up for you.” Daisy laughed.

Leo watched on as she scanned through photos that he had on his phone. She picked the one she liked the most and set up his profile and submitted it online.

“So, I wrote the same profile for you as I did for me. You travel a lot and and would like to meet people to have fun with.” Daisy confirmed.

Leo was still not quite sure on what was going on, Daisy was always against getting anyone else involved in their relationship and here she was, putting him on a hook up app.

“Okay, are you happy with your profile and the preferences I put for you?” Daisy asked.

“Well, yeah, I still don’t know what you’re up to.” Leo responded.

“Okay, here’s the game.” Daisy said as she sat down with the two phones in her hand. She gave Leo her phone, and continued to hold his as she started to laugh.

“I don’t get it.” Leo said confused.

“Okay, here’s the plan. You have to try eskişehir escort to hook me up, and I have to try to hook you up. The first one that gets the other one sex, wins.” Daisy said confidently.

“Are you sure about this?” he responded while looking over at her. Daisy was already tapping away and scrolling through the site.

Daisy’s phone was still in Leo’s hands as he was trying to work out the game and how he would try to hook her up. He loved the idea that Daisy was also looking for him, but he knew it was very likely that Daisy would be getting her second adventure on the holiday by the end of this. The phone in his hand vibrated as it became clear that Leo wouldn’t have to do a lot. He read the two messages.

New message from user AJ – “Hey, if you are still in the area, you can come out for some lunch and see where things go from there. AJ”

New message from user Downforit – “No one’s home right now if you fancy sucking my dick.”

Respond to user AJ – “Hey, what have you got in mind for lunch, I could eat ;)”

Trying to flirt and send messages was difficult, but as the morning progressed it started to fall into place for Daisy to meet with this guy of the dating App. Leo had been concentrating on this for some time. Conversations were being had, and opportunities were being thought over and stopped. Yet throughout the messaging AJ kept responding.

“How old is the oldest you would go?” Daisy said, crashing through Leo’s concentration.

“Errm, I guess it just depends on the person.” Leo responded.

“Like, seventy?” Daisy teased.

“Who are you trying to set me up with?” Leo asked as he tried to look at the screen. Daisy turned away so he still couldn’t see quite what she was up to.

New Message from user AJ – “So, you on for lunch, I’m staying at the hotel Garden Plaza if you want to come down. You look great in your photos, I think we could have a nice afternoon.”

Leo looked through the photos that Daisy had put on the site. There she was in her smallest bikini on the sun lounger from their last holiday. She had never had the nerve to wear it but on the last day she walked to the pool in her towel and surprised Leo by placing the towel down and laying back on the lounger to reveal it. A tiny black top that was held tightly in place by the two bows she had tied in the strings. Knowing that string was all there was between her being uncovered was something that got his heart racing. Leo remembered how that night they didn’t sleep as he just couldn’t keep his hands off her.

“I’ve just seen the photos you put up on your profile. Do you think you’re going to use this profile again after this game?” Leo asked.

“Well, that depends really on what you want me to do with it. I can leave it up there, it just depends when you want me to use it.” Daisy responded.

“Well, I can get the details of it and activate it when I want you to find someone. I’ll just message you saying that I’ve turned the profile on again.” Leo suggested.

“Humm. That could work. Maybe, I might want to turn it on occasionally too. How would you feel about that?” Daisy moved in closer as she spoke. “I might just call you up and leave it on speaker phone so you could hear everything I was getting up to.”

“Okay, you’ve got no nerves at all anymore do you?” Leo laughed.

“Well, you never know what’s going to happen when you try letting someone sleep with someone else, they might just love it!” Daisy teased.

“Well, I think I’m about to win this game, so we will find out.” Leo responded.

Leo passed back the phone and gave Daisy the details about the hotel and where she was going to meet. She scrolled through the photos and saw the messages that Leo had been sending. She continued to look interested as she started to scroll through the photos. She took over and sent one final message.

Respond escort eskişehir to user AJ – “Sounds great, I’ll message you when I’m there. Is there a pool? If there is I know the bikini I should bring.”

Daisy started to get her stuff ready to leave for the hotel. She headed off to the bedroom to get changed ready for her afternoon out. After a while she came through to the living room where Leo was waiting, she was standing in a matching red set of underwear that he had never seen before.

“Well, these were supposed to be a surprise but I am sure you won’t mind.” Daisy said as she twirled around on her toes.

“No, I want to win the game. You go ahead.” Said Leo.

Daisy headed back to the bedroom to finish getting ready. She started packing a bag including the bikini. Just as she slipped the dress over her head and pulled it down her body her phone buzzed again.

New Message from user AJ – “Yeah there’s a pool, I have a private one attached to my room.”

She ready the message and headed out to the living room. She put her bag by the door and checked she had everything she needed for the day. There was one thing missing.

“One more important thing I might need.” Daisy said as she turned to Leo.

She ran back into the bedroom for a moment before returning with a small tub of lube. She showed Leo before putting it into her bag and opening the door.

“Have a nice afternoon Leo, love you!” Daisy said as she headed out the door and shut it behind her.

Leo was now sat alone in the room as he could hear the car start and drive away. He knew he would have to wait to hear the details of what was going on, and if he had won the game. He moved to the kitchen and got himself a beer and checked his phone. It was about half an hour since Daisy left. All the thought started to run through his mind about what she was doing at that very moment. Was she already there and having a drink? Was she already in AJ’s room with her mouth full of his cock? Did he bring a friend?

Leo’s phone vibrated and he checked his messages. Sure enough there was a message from Daisy.

“Hey, I’m here safe, just going for a drink with AJ, all is going well. He’s nice. You haven’t won the game yet. Dais xx”

Leo responded – “Hey thanks for letting me know. Do you think I am going to win the game?”

Daisy text back – “I will tell you if you have. xx”

Leo tried to watch T.V but couldn’t concentrate on anything apart from knowing that at any moment Daisy could be fucking AJ. At any moment she could be slowly feeling him inside her for the first thrust. At any point she could be loving the feeling of her tits being held firmly as she was bounced up and down on his lap. It was driving him wild.

Another hour passed and there was still no message, what was happening now? Did she enjoy it so much she wanted to stay there for a few more hours to fuck him again before she left? All these questions running around his head with no answers but every single one of them turning him on.

Another half hour went by and a message arrived.

“Hey, I’m heading home. See you soon. Dais xx”

Leo still didn’t know what happened and he knew she was teasing him by not giving away any information. He had an idea that he had won the game but it was still driving him mad that he didn’t know.

He heard the car pull up to the drive and tried to stay cool and collected as she walked through the door. She was still in the same dress she went out in although it did seem a little crumpled in places.

“Hey, how was your afternoon?” Daisy asked

“Yeah, fine, how was yours?” Leo responded as he headed towards her.

Daisy held him close and kissed him before she responded. “Yeah, it was good.” She moved his hand underneath the dress and put it against her pussy. Leo’s fingers stroked their eskişehir escort bayan way up and down her pussy. Daisy smiled and bit her lip as she looked at him.

“So, did I win the game?” Leo asked.

Daisy nodded before kissing his neck and moved her hand to the front of Leo’s jeans. She could feel that he was rock hard just knowing that she had already had sex with AJ. Daisy hitched her dress up to just above her hips as she kissed Leo’s neck. She moved her hand from the front of Leo’s jeans to guide his hand away from her pussy. She moved it slowly while looking straight into his eyes. She moved it further between her legs until it was resting on her ass hole. She smiled as it was clear to Leo that it wasn’t just her pussy she had been fucked in.

“In your ass too?” Leo asked.

“Well, it was in the heat of the moment, I did have a lot of fun this afternoon.” Daisy responded in between kissing him.

She slowly led him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. She took off the dress over the top of her head and sat on top of him in her underwear. It still looked good and showed off her body beautifully.

“So, are you going to tell me how your afternoon was?” Leo asked.

“Nope.” Daisy responded while looking at her phone. “Maybe I might show you some photos.”

She passed Leo the phone and let him scroll through the photos that had been taken during the afternoon. As she passed the phone to him she slowly slid his shirt up and over his head. She slowly started to kiss his chest and work her way lower with each kiss.

Leo was looking at the first photo. Daisy was on her knees with her her top off. She sat smiling with a cock in her hand. Her eyes were looking straight into the camera. Leo had noticed her dress was on the sofa in the back of the shot. As he looked at the photo he could feel his trouser button being undone and the zip slowly been lowered.

Leo moved to the next photo, Daisy now had her eyes closed and her mouth full. A hand was on the back of her head controlling her head movement. As he saw the photo he felt that familiar feeling of Daisy’s hand working its way under his boxers. He felt her hand start to grip around his shaft and move slowly enough to get a reaction, but not enough to send him over the edge.

The third photo was even more graphic, she was laying on her back her legs spread apart with her pussy being filled with dick, her eyes were closed and her tits were sure to be bouncing in time to the thrusts she was feeling inside her. At the same time, Leo could feel the familiar feeling of Daisy straddling him and positioning her herself ready for another round of sex, this time with him. She wasted no time sliding herself down until she was sitting on his lap with him inside her.

“Are you liking what you’re seeing?” Daisy asked as she slowly moved up and down on his lap.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself” Leo said.

“I really got into it. I took his number and if I’m in town I might ask if I can see him again.” Daisy continued while rocking back onto his lap.

She took the phone and scrolled through the photos until she got to the one she knew would finish Leo off in seconds. She tapped the screen and gave him back the phone. She leant forward so her face was close to his and started to move up and down his cock.

“Oh my god.” Leo said as he looked at the photo. There was Daisy, smile on her face, with her tits and face covered in cum.

“I never let someone cum on me before. It felt good. I couldn’t help but lick the last bit off his cock when he was done.” Daisy responded. She felt Leo’s hands push their way onto her hips as she felt him get harder and harder until he reached his point of no return. She sunk down onto his lap and felt him thrust inside until he let go inside her.

Daisy kissed him and lay beside him as they both caught their breath. It was clear that this holiday had opened up a side to Daisy that he knew was there, but never thought she would let out. They lay together and relaxed in silence for a while.

“Hang on a minute, who took the photos?” Leo asked.

Daisy didn’t respond but smiled and laughed.

Writers notes –

Find out what really happened in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!

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This is our 3rd date. I have spent all week in anticipation of tonight, grinning like an idiot every time I think about it.

You have messaged me with instructions for my outfit; Corset, fishnet stockings and heels…

“Fishnet stockings practically demand heals.”

I ask if I should come straight from work and you can help lace me up or arrive ready to unwrap. I think you are surprised by my willingness to travel across London in little more than my underwear and you quickly agree to the latter suggestion.

Late running meetings, cancelled trains and my inability to walk quickly in my 4″ stilettos make me very late. I’m nervous as I ring your doorbell, remembering your talk of the cane last week. Will this count as a transgression to be punished? If it is, will I be able to take what you give?

You open the door and smile. You can see already what half of South London has witnessed, the shiny, black stiletto heals, the fishnets, and as I enter up the step to your doorway, a clear flash of stocking tops and a glimpse of thigh. You undo the bottom two buttons of my coat and release a whistle as you see the bottom of my burgundy and black corset, the black, retro suspender belt, my sheer black panties, the fishnet stockings emphasising the curves of my long legs and the torturous heals. You pull me into an embrace and kiss me, warming me after the scantily clad journey.

“Poor kitten, you’re practically frozen.” Leading me me into the flat you add, “I’ve lit the fire for you, come in and we’ll warm you up.”

I walk in, grateful for the warmth and remove my coat, inspiring another whistle and grin of appreciation. You make me feel sexy, like I am irresistible, and I blush with nervous excitement.

We sit before the fire, drinking red wine, nibbling on cheese, stroking, kissing and chatting as I gradually warm up.

You ask me how it felt travelling in my kinky attire.

“Cold!” I laugh, “I liked it more than I expected, but it was terrifying, I hadn’t realised just how high the slits in my coat opened and it was hard not to give the game away.”

You seam to approve of this response, but you begin to admonish me, “I don’t remember including knickers in my list, Kitten. So you were wearing more than we agreed.”

I groan. This doesn’t bode well.

“Now I’ll have to punish you for not obeying instructions.”

You bring out a black pencil.

“I have a system. Every time you misbehave I will give you a black mark, and later this will add up to the number of strokes of the cane I will have to administer to your sweet behind.”

You lean forward and put two black lines on my right breast where it swells above the corset.

I stare at them, remembering all you told me last week about your thin, switchy cane, and the pain it was capable of inflicting. Will I be able to handle this?

“Now I have put two marks on there for now because you were late and because you did not follow instructions.”

I tremble. You said ‘For now’, that means I may end up with more if I’m not careful. I will have to be on my best behaviour tonight.

I unclip my stockings and remove the panties, reattaching the stockings as you watch.

You mention that you have told your friends about what we did and ask me who I talked to, and what I said. I mention that one of my friends found your use of the alphabet for our safe words was sweet and you smile.

“What word did we use last week?”

“Avocado”

“Hmmm, so lets carry on with the food theme. What is a fruit beginning with B?”

“Well there’s banana, but I guess that could come up in the bedroom,” I say with a cheeky grin.

“How about Bacon?” You ponder, “Yes, the bacon fruit.”

We smile at each other and it is decided.

I am becoming impatient for us to be in a scenario when I might need to say “Bacon” (though I am determined that I will not say it if I can help it.) Eventually you put me out of my misery and lead me to your bedroom. I am thrown onto the bed and you start spanking me with your bare hand until I am a squirming, mewing mess.

You pull roughly at the laces mardin escort of my corset, allowing me more room to breathe, then flip me over to unfasten the front. As my breasts are exposed you begin to slap them, turning them rosy and warm as my bottom. With my nipples at attention, you ask me about my experience of clamps and how the pegs felt last time we played.

Though I am sensitive, I confess that I liked it, that they had not bruised too badly and only been tender about a day later. You mention that when you used the vibrator on me I had been pulling on my nipples.

“Do you often do that when you masturbate?”

“Yes, Sir. Or at least I do when I can.”

“And you enjoy the sensation?” You push me to confess.

“Yes.” I answer a little quieter.

You reach into a draw and pull out a pair of large metal clamps, attached to each other with a chain.

“Now these are a little nastier than the pegs, they have teeth.”

I bite my lips, nervous and excited by the idea of more pain. You reach down and gently clasp my breast and attach the first clamp.

It hurts less than I expect, but as you pause and watch my reaction as the nipple begins to throb and I realise that the pain will come soon enough. Satisfied that I have realised how they work and I’ve not yet complained or used our safe word you attach the other.

The nipple clamps feel heavy, like they are pulling me down. You gently tug on the chain and I gasp as the sensation blossoms and fire runs from my trapped nubs all the way to my cunt. You slip your hand between my legs and I am slippery with excitement.

Slowly, teasingly, you begin sliding your fingers up my slit, spreading my juices and drawing out my pleasure. As the heat and pressure build, you spank me, hard, bringing me back to earth. I move my hand towards my mouth, instinctively going to bite down and you stop me.

“You did that last time Kitten. Did you know you fill your mouth when you’re going to cum?”

“No Sir,” I reply, surprised by this revelation.

“You’re to keep your hands away tonight.”

You continue slipping your fingers inside me, and lower your head to my cunt. Slowly licking up towards my swollen clit, finally vibrating your lips against it as you slip your fingers in and out of my tight hole.

I am overwhelmed with sensation, the heavy, biting of the clamps, mingling with stretching and licking. Occasional spanks only serve to stoke my flames higher still and as I start to cum I lose control of my actions and my hand unconsciously moves towards my mouth.

“Eeow!” I cry out in pain as you slap my breast.

“You’re disobeying orders Bitch.”

I whimper, and you move up beside me on the bed. Turning me on my side, you spank my bottom hard, over and over until I am quivering and mewling in your arms. You slip your hands back between my legs and waves of pleasure come crashing over me. You gently release my tortured nipples sending further waves of pain, mingled with ecstasy through my system.

You kiss me and stroke me, as I gradually recover my senses, giving me a chance to recover. You inspect my nipple and comment on the red marks that will clearly become bruises.

“I am a terrible man,” you tell me, smiling. You lean down and gently suck my nipples, soothing them with your tongue.

“I’m afraid you’ve earned yourself another black mark, mistress kitten.”

“Oh-No!” I exclaim, and wriggle down on the bed, burying my head into your side.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know what I was doing,” comes my voice, muffled against your side.

“Yes, but you disobeyed and now you’ve got to learn. How many marks does that make it?” I look up, you know exactly how many marks I have and you smile at me.

I supress the instinct to be cheeky and tell you the wrong answer, but you can tell its what I’m thinking. I try to distract you, leaning over and taking your nipple in my mouth I flick my tongue and graze my teeth around your sensitive nubs. As I do so, my hands begin to explore your body, gently caressing your soft skin, teasing van escort with light touches at first, then grabbing and massaging you as I get more exited.

As my hand gently wraps around your hardening cock you spank me, spurring me onwards. I roll my hand around the head before sliding it down and back up again, using your precum as lube, then using my mouth to add to the sensations.

I shift up on the bed and straddle you, positioning my wet and needy cunt above your hard shaft and I rub you against my clit, circling round then moving you down you rub around my hole. I slip you back and forth a few more times, teasing you with the sensation until you spank me hard, surprising me into dropping down.

As you sink into my hot, wet pussy, my muscles contract around you and I begin slowly rising and falling in steady rhythm, impaling myself upon you before rising till I am almost completely empty before sinking back down again.

Pinching nipples, tugging my hair, spanking my red and tender arse, we rise and fall, building and swelling with every movement, quickening the pace until I lose control, bucking on your cock with abandon.

You move me around so I am on all fours at the end of the bed and you stand behind me. You rub your cock up and down before slipping inside, making me gasp at the new sensations brought from this angle. You grasp the lintel on the ceiling above for support as you slam roughly inside me. Periodically you let go to deliver a round of almighty slaps and I cry out, no longer able to distinguish pain from pleasure. You roughly grab a handful of my short, blonde hair and I am yanked upwards standing on my knees now and held up straight by the roots of my hair as you slam into me.

Over and over you thrust inside me and again I am cuming around your still hard cock.

At last we collapse together on the bed. Gasping for air, suddenly sleepy and, for the most part, sated.

“You’ve left me too tired to punish you now,” You tell me, and I tense, waiting to see if this means I am in the clear.

“How many strikes did we say you had?”

“Two Sir,” I reply – and as I say it I know it is wrong and I hope you will not call me on it.

You frown, get up and return momentarily with the black pencil.

“You forgot one.” And you add another line to my now smudged breast.

I want to curl up in a ball and hide. You hold me and let me burrow into you and kiss me gently putting me at ease but still teasing me every now and then. Eventually we curl up together to sleep, but as I snuggle back into spooning you, you plant a couple of little kisses on the back of my neck and it is as though you have sent an electrical current though my body.

“You really are very sensitive there aren’t you Kitten?” You remark.

“Yes, Sir.”

You continue to plant kisses and nibble along my neck and up to my ear, curious at how I lose all control, enjoying the sensations as my wriggling arse rubs up and down against your hardening shaft.

I whimper and gasp and you bring one hand around to massage my cunt.

“Please, give me more,” I beg.

“I already have 3 fingers inside you,” You reply

“Oh god, I need more please!”

You reach down with your other hand and begin alternating between the two, twisting and sliding one in as the other is removed, stimulating me to the point of complete submission of my body and mind. As I buck and cry out in pleasure I lose myself completely and wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

You bring a hand covered in my juices to my lips, letting me lick my juices from your fingers and I groan. I love to taste myself on you.

Soon you shift and straddle my shoulders, replacing your fingers with your cock which I suck eagerly into my mouth, enjoying the feel of you along my tongue and between my lips. Tasting the mixture of sweat and our combined fluids along your length.

Throughout the night we wake each other, touching, kissing, tasting, rubbing. You have found my weakest point and exploit my neck mercilessly. At one point you push your ankara escort finger and out of my virgin asshole after rimming me, later presenting me with this finger to suck. Unthinkingly I do your bidding, tasting my ass but beyond caring I am so high on endorphins and serotonin.

We sleep…

When we wake, and are chatting in the morning, you suddenly ask if I’ve been gagged. You bring out a metal gag and expand the bars inside my mouth, leaving me panting slightly and unsure of what to do with my tongue. You watch me, curious as to my response. You wriggle your hand between my legs and feel me growing wet. You tease me, flicking my clit and spanking my bottom and watching my reactions behind the gag.

I don’t mind my sudden inability to speak, but my tongue feels so out of place and all I can think of is kissing you. The removal of this simple privilege is driving me increasingly wild and your attentions to my posterior are not helping with this.

Eventually you take pity on my and release the gag and induge me, allowing me to jump on top of you, ravishing your mouth, enjoying the free use of my lips and tongue and putting them to good effect.

Finally you put a stop to my antics and get up. I watch you, with a growing sense of foreboding and you reach into the cupboard.

With an evil grin, you slowly remove the dreaded cane from its hiding place and I know I have not escaped my punishment. You flex it, and show it to me. I know you enjoy watching me fill with fear and I want to be strong but I’m just not sure I can take this.

You use the cane my feet, gently tapping at first, then getting harder until I am squirming on the bed.

“Get up on all fours.” You command.

Reluctantly I do as I am told, battling every instinct that has me wanting to run from the room.

Tap.

You are playing with me, gently, but firmly tapping me once with the cane

“One.”

I relax slightly, perhaps you will not go too hard….

Whack!

“Two.”

That one hurt. At first it is mostly shock, but then as you let it sink in I begin to feel a deeper burn.

WHACK!

“Three!”

This one hits lower, right at that tender spot where my arse meets my thigh. I know you have gone easy on me but that was harder than the one before it and it burns hot like a brand long after impact.

“That one will leave its mark for a day or so.”

I shower and dress, getting ready to return home and get back to the real world. Before I leave I curl up in your arms, and eventually I find my hands roaming your frame, enjoying the feel of you, trying to delay my departure. I pull you on top of me and we kiss, deeply and passionately and I rub myself against your leg like a horny teenager all over again.

Spoiling me, although you know I should be leaving you take my hint that I want to be tied up before I leave.

With my clothes still on you wrap and knot me securely into the rope. Shifting my jeans to ensure a tight hold between my legs. The blinds are open and only a thin gauze curtain stands between our scene and the world. You sense my nervousness and tease me. I gasp as you pull the rope tight around me and you continue. A van engine revs for sometime and as you finish it pulls away down the street and I realise they were able to look right in the window and I blush but this doesn’t last for long as you complete your knots and I and smile, excited and ecstatic to be bound.

You throw me onto the bed, eliciting a mew of pain as I land on my still tender behind. You pull out your vibrator and set to work. I had assumed that with the jeans on the sensations would be less extreme but I could not have been more wrong.

Now, with the rope knotted tightly around my crotch, as you apply the wand to the knots it sends strong vibrations not just through the rope but all through the denim, shivering a vibrating all the way to my knees and I loose control one last time. You play me expertly, alternating the intensity and gradually building to full strength till you have me writhing and screaming with pleasure.

Eventually you let me up and, though I am unsteady on my feet, you manage to unbind me. I am half in the room, half on another planet and you gently get me together and remind me I have work to do.

I leave, with your promises of a task to complete burning in my brain, leaving me wondering what challenge you will set me in your absence…

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The rest of the day at the conference passed in a foggy blur. All I could think of was Lori and Frank, or rather what Frank was having Lori do. When I arrived at the hotel I went to the front desk where I was given a note and a room key. The note was from Frank saying I was to get ready for dinner and knock on the connecting room door at seven o’clock. He suggested I wear a suit and tie being this was a very nice restaurant.

I went to the room, which was the smaller room attached to the larger suite. Usually it was used by the guest’s children evidenced by the two twin beds. My suitcase and garment bag were in the corner and I began to unpack. I would pass the door and stop and listen but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

At seven o’clock I knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later I heard Frank’s voice instruct me to enter. I twisted the knob and found it was unlocked. I guess Frank knew I wouldn’t test the door without being told to. As I entered I found a large luxurious room with a couch and a few easy chairs. There was a small bar and a larger than normal king size bed.

The windows were floor to ceiling and the drapes were open. That is where I saw Lori. She was naked except for heels and the beads that started all of this. Her hands were placed above her head and pressed against the glass. She was in the position police search suspects in; legs spread and leaning forward so her breasts almost touched the glass. If anyone could see her from the adjacent buildings I do not know.

The heels were new. I knew Frank picked them out but also realized I more than likely paid for them. Higher heels than I had ever seen her in, probably four inch stilettos with an open toe sandal shoe. A strap wrapped around her ankle and I could see a tiny padlock on each strap reflecting the Seattle sunlight from the window. She was gently swinging her hips forward so the beads were swinging between her legs.

“You look nice, sit down and rest for a few minutes. We do not have to leave for awhile. I have a limo picking us up in about twenty minutes,” Frank’s voice echoed through the quiet room. He was standing next to the bar, dressed in an expensive looking suit. I sat in the chair facing Lori and the window.

“Lori and I had a very full day today. How was your conference?”

“Fine, it was O.K.,” I stammered.

“Well I am sure you would like to hear about the slut’s day. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes”

“Ask her,” Frank commanded.

“Lori, why don’t you tell me about what you and Frank did all day?” Lori stopped swinging her hips but didn’t answer.

“I’ve told her to only answer to her new name, Slut. Ask her again.”

I knew I should get up and grab Lori by the wrist and walk out of the room. I knew we had let this game go too far. I knew my cock shouldn’t be this hard, so I slowly obeyed. “Slut, please tell me about your day.”

Lori straightened her body and turned towards me. I couldn’t help but notice how the higher heels made her calves tighten and looked so sexy. She was wearing more make-up than normal and her lips painted in bright red lipstick appeared swollen. She stepped in front of me and grabbed her arms at the elbows behind her back and spread her legs at about shoulder distance. She looked hot and her arms forced her tits out. Between her breast hung another small string of beads, each end clipped to her nipples.

Frank spoke next, “Good job, slut. You remembered how I want you to stand whenever we are together. Either dressed or nude. Very good. I noticed your husband eying the heels. What did mardin escort I tell you about your heels?”

For the first time I heard her voice. The same voice I have heard for over twenty years, yet tonight it sounded unfamiliar. “A slut should wear heels at all times. Unless at a gym or running to keep her body in shape a slut will wear heels at all times. She will never wear pants or pantyhose. Her cunt must be accessible at all times. She will only wear a bra when it is needed to push her tits up. She will not wear panties unless instructed. At family events she will not wear revealing clothes but her cunt must be available.”

Frank smiled and nodded his head. He explained they had gone over the rules during their long drive today. He said he bought the heels and some other goodies while in Olympia and of course he used my credit card as he knew I would want to pay for the Slut’s wardrobe.

He had the key to the locks on her heels and hadn’t decided if she would sleep with them on or not. They also stopped at an adult store where he found the nipple clamps. Frank was pleased they were beaded since it matched the theme of the slut….the Bead Slut. He was only a little upset they didn’t come in a matching purple.

“Now slut, tell your husband what we did from the moment you arrived at my room this morning. Remember to describe things explicitly and use the language a slut would use. I want you to look at him as you speak,” ordered this man, fifteen years younger than me, though years ahead of me in confidence and cockiness.

“When I arrived at Frank’s room he had me pull up my skirt and show him my pus…cunt. He told me we were going out for the day and I was to only speak when he spoke to me. I was his slut and I should not pay attention to anyone but him. He then had me pack his clothes so they would be ready for the bell boy to move to this suite. While I was packing Frank went to the drugstore where he bought some rubbers for me and two pre filled enema bottles. He told me slut’s must keep their assholes clean. He took me in the bathroom and had be bend over while he pulled up my skirt. He filled me with both bottles of liquid and had me sit on the toilet. I was not to expel the liquid until given permission. Frank pulled out his beautiful cock and had me suck it to keep my mind off the enema. After a few minutes he left the room and let me expel the liquid and clean up.”

I could not believe Lori. She was speaking as though Frank was doing her a favor, not using her as his toy. He had a smug smile on his face and told her to continue. She described how they met David in the lobby and got in Frank’s Yukon. Frank drove, Lori was in the front and David in the back.

Once they got out of Seattle Frank pulled over and told Lori to get in the back seat with David. He told her to suck David’s cock but he was not to come in her mouth. Frank told David when he was ready to shot to cum in a plastic cup he handed to David. It was a specimen cup with a lid that Frank had picked up earlier. Lori said she did as told and was able to bring David off quickly. He filled the cup with a few teaspoons of cum and placed the lid on it.

After about a half hour of driving and of Frank and David discussing business they stopped at a donut shop. Lori realized how hungry she was, she hadn’t eaten in nearly 18 hours. Frank and David went inside and had coffee and donuts while Lori was left to watch the car. When they returned Frank brought out a danish roll for her to eat. Before he gave it to her, he told van escort her the mark of a truly good slut was her willingness to eat cum. Not just during a blow job but during any circumstance. Once she savored or actually longed for the cum she would be proudly able to call herself a slut.

At this Frank took the cup filled with David’s ejaculate and poured it on the Danish. He handed it to Lori and said only one word, ‘EAT’. Lori’s face reddened as she was humiliated by the thought of eating cum in this manner. She hesitated and began to plead for Frank to reconsider. He became agitated and told her she could use her safe word or eat the donut. No negotiations. Lori closed her eyes and ate the cum covered pastry while the two men watched.

When she finished Frank asked if she wanted to finish his coffee. She reached for the cup but Frank put it on the roof of the Yukon. He looked around the parking lot and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. He reached for the cup and slowly began to piss into the cup till the half filled coffee cup was now full. He handed it to Lori and said she had better not ever refuse him again. Lori drank the concoction.

I could not believe what Lori was saying. I noticed how her chest had become flushed and her nipples seemed to harden. I could smell her sex. She was getting off reliving this. Frank looked at my lap and said I had better be careful I didn’t;t mess my pants again. He said I should have better control. I could feel my face flush in embarrassment and anger.

Lori continued, “we drove into Olympia and Frank had me get out of the car a few blocks from David’s house because he didn’t want the neighbors and David’s wife to see such a slut in his truck. David smiled at me and said goodbye while I got out. I waited on the corner in the cold and Frank picked me up shortly after.

We went to the specialty store where Frank picked out these heels and the dress I will wear tonight. He also picked out a few other outfits. He had me walk out of the dressing rooms into the store to show him each item. Luckily there was only the saleslady there who Frank knew. I could only wear one item at a time, so when I tried on a blouse I had to come into the room without anything else on. When I tried on the heels Frank made me come out wearing only the beads and heels, like I am dressed now.

The sales lady seemed disgusted with me but Frank said to add another hundred dollars on the credit card for her understanding. After that she didn’t say a thing. Next we went to the adult store where Frank found these nipple clamps and a few other toys.”

Frank took over, looking at his watch and noticing the limo would be her in a few minutes. “Next we started our drive back which is when I called you. Like I said she really loves to suck my cock, don’t you slut?”

Lori turned towards him and answered, “Yes, Frank I love sucking your cock and eating your cum.”

“She got so horny sucking me while we drove, thank goodness I ordered the bench seat in my Yukon, that she was begging for me to let her cum.

Being a nice man I gave her the choice. I would pull over at the next rest stop and fuck her or we could wait till we got back here to the hotel. The only catch was, if she wanted to cum in the truck she had to remove all her clothes until we reached the city limits of Seattle.”

“I was sure she would wait but she is more a slut than I thought. She had her clothes off before I knew it. We stopped at the next rest stop and I let her climb on my cock. I don’t ankara escort think your wife was even half way down my shaft before she started cumming and moaning like a cow.”

Lori face reddened and I could see the hurt on her face when he called her a cow. Frank then told me a trucker pulled up alongside his Yukon and watched Lori fuck herself silly on his cock. The trucker knocked on the window and asked how much the whore charged.

Frank told him she was his slut and her cunt was off limits, it belonged to him only. But, he said she would be happy to suck him and any of his trucker friends off in the men’s room for free. The trucker who was probably Lori’s age but fat and out of shape quickly got on his CB letting truckers know there was a party at rest stop 57.

Frank stopped there and said we had to be get going. He told Lori to get dressed. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a Black cocktail dress. She pulled it over her head and let it hang from her body.

It was meant to be worn with a slip or at least underwear and though not transparent it showed every inch of her body. Frank looked at her and told her to go in the bathroom and remove her leash and nipple clamps. He said we might get arrested if she went out like that. Lori and I both sighed quietly to ourselves.

We went down to the lobby and caught the limo to the Space Needle restaurant. The restaurant is atop the needle and turns slowly giving you a 360 degree look at the city. It was very nice. Lori caught the eye of many of the patrons who probably thought a women her age shouldn’t dress so provocatively, though many of the men probably wished their wives would or even could.

Frank ordered for Lori telling the waiter she was on a diet and she would only have a dinner salad with the dressing on the side. Frank ordered a steak and me the salmon. He also ordered a glass of white wine for Lori and a bottle of red for us; a very expensive bottle of wine at that.

When the salad arrived Frank pulled a cup from his pocket and asked Lori how many rubbers had she emptied after her visit to the men’s room at the truck stop. I have never seen her so humiliated and embarrassed. She answered with one word, ten. Frank spoke just loud enough for us to hear.

“Yes, Lori sucked off ten truckers this afternoon. I was proud of the slut. A couple of the guys were to stinky even for a slut to suck so I just let them jerk off on her tits. You would have been proud of your wife. After she blew each guy she would thank them, remove the rubber and tie it off and lick their cock clean. She walked back to the truck naked holding on to her collection of rubbers. A very fine slut she has become,”

Frank said with a amused look on his face as he dumped the contents of the cup into the dish full of salad dressing.

He continued talking as he poured the cum laden dressing over her salad, “Ten men. Each with a load of cum. Some creamy and full, others just barely a dribble. Like I said a true slut learns to love the taste of cum, all types of cum. Isn’t that right, slut. Say it for your hubby to hear. Use full sentences like I taught you.”

“Yes, Frank a true slut learns to love the taste of cum,” with that she started to eat her salad. Once the waiter brought the wine Frank poured a small vial into her wine glass.

“Of course at a dinner like this, I knew you would like to be a complete slut, so I was thoughtful enough to bring a little of my piss to mix with your wine. Now what do you say?”

“Thank you, Frank”

We all raised our glasses to the toast made by Frank, “To my newest slut, may the next two days together be as fun and educational as the one we shared today. And to her husband, who has so generously treated us to this dinner.”

We drank and finished our dinner in silence as we rotated around the city of Seattle.

To be continued…

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As the black sedan slid to a graceful stop in front of the house, Simon Devlin looked out the disappointment clearly visible on his thin face.

Devlin; one time accountant to the rich and powerful was now reduced to this small, ordinary looking residence. He was not a pleasant man. Small and wiry with a pinched face and large spectacles that made his eyes look twice as large as they actually were. But this was a misconception. Actually, Devlin’s eyes were rarely still; darting and searching like a fox. The fox-like trait didn’t stop there. His entire personality was sly and cunning. There was no doubt that there was one person that Simon Devlin looked out for – Simon Devlin.

He knew though that this latest predicament was purely of his own doing; in his search for further wealth he had helped himself to the funds of some particularly unsavoury clients. Who would miss a few hundred thousand off the top, he had asked himself? Of course his clients had missed the money and they were not best pleased. Devlin had quickly found himself with a price on his head and there seemed only one way out.

“Doesn’t look too bad.” Devlin lied turning to his wife and smiling weakly.

Not for the first time, Maria Devlin turned away from her husband and looked out of the opposite window ignoring him resolutely. She had no wish to converse with anyone at this time, let alone her worthless husband.

The other person in the vehicle was the driver, detective Bill Anderson.

“Well, this is it.” He said opening the drivers’ door and alighting cautiously. “We’d better get you inside quickly.”

Anderson opened the rear door and ushered the couple smoothly into the house. His eyes flitted from rooftop to alleyway; taking in the surrounding danger areas in his usual professional manner. He was relieved to see the second sedan pull up behind his car – his back up – the cavalry have arrived, he thought with a half smile!

Once inside the small suburban house, Anderson lost no time in explaining the ground rules. He looked at Devlin disdainfully. He had seen his type many times before; greedy and arrogant and had taken an instant dislike to the man. But his job was to protect him and not necessarily to like him. Long ago he had sworn an oath to uphold the law and Simon Devlin was blowing the whistle on some very nasty law-breakers.

“This will be your home until after the trial.” Anderson explained. “We all know that our case against the Minelli brothers hinges entirely on the evidence that you’re going to give. We also know that the brothers in question are likely to stop at nothing to see that you don’t give that evidence. That’s why these guys here will be staying very close to you for the next few weeks.”

As the three burly black detectives stood forward, Anderson could not help see the smile that appeared on Maria Devlin’s face or the grimace that materialized on her husbands’. It was a well-known joke back at the station that Mrs. Devlin had an obvious attraction to the three detectives. She was a good-looking woman – considerably younger than her husband – and Anderson was well aware that the attraction was mutual.

“Wonderful!” Devlin said, the sarcasm dripping off his tongue. “That’s all I need! A bunch of sex-starved cops sniffing round my wife!”

“It’s for your own protection.” Anderson answered tersely. “Don’t you want to be safe?”

“I’m bloody sure that Maria won’t be safe with them around!”

Devlin span around as he heard his wife mumble something incoherently.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.” Maria said with a sigh. “Lets just have some coffee shall we?”

Devlin fumed as he made the coffee and watched his wife flirting outrageously with the three black detectives. Anderson had made his excuses and returned to the station and Devlin was thankful for that at least. Anderson might have been an old man but the way that Maria was acting recently he felt that she would have preferred anyone to himself.

As Devlin carried the drinks through he was met with a resounding blast of raucous laughter – with Maria at the centre.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“Oh nothing. Danny just told a good joke about an accountant.” Maria replied. She was smiling broadly at detective Danny McCoy.

“Danny now is it?” Devlin spat. “Well, I’m glad that you can all find something to laugh about. It may have escaped your attention, but we are in fear of our lives here. The Minelli’s could come through that door at any moment!”

“And whose fault is that?” Maria’s voice was yalova escort shrill and piercing, her anger rising. “You’re the stupid fuck who decided to start all this. Just because you couldn’t keep your sticky fingers to yourself!”

Devlin recoiled from his wife’s vicious verbal assault. He knew that he should say something witty or cutting at this point but, as usual, words failed him.

“I’m going for a fucking walk!” was all he could think of saying.

“That’s not a good idea Mr. Devlin.” Detective Jim Kane said quickly.

“Oh, let him go if he wants!” Maria interrupted. “I’m sure the four of us can find something to do here without my husband.”

As Devlin opened the front door he was again treated to a roar of laughter from the other room. He bristled jealously, paranoid enough to think that the jokes were at his expense. He stopped for a moment and thought. Maybe the Kane cop was right. Minelli could have a hit man waiting just around the next corner with sights trained on him. But he couldn’t go back in now, he just couldn’t. Then he remembered the computer in the spare bedroom. It was days since he’d done any work and numbers helped him relax. Perhaps a couple of hours work would be good for him.

Devlin had been working for less than an hour when he heard a noise from downstairs. The advanced mathematical calculations that had been streaming across the monitor in front of his eyes halted as his fingers left the keyboard. It had sounded like a glass or bottle breaking. He could hear muted laughter and guessed that Maria and the three detectives had started on the beer. He tried to dismiss the sounds and return to his beloved work but there was something about the laughter – giggling almost – that kept his attention away from the computer.

Padding quietly down the stairs to investigate, the sounds became more pronounced. His mind couldn’t or wouldn’t acknowledge what he was hearing but, as he neared the door and peeked into the room, he knew that his eyes were not lying.

Devlin gasped as the sight befell him. Maria was naked and kneeling on the carpet and surrounded by the three black detectives in varying different stages of undress. Jim Kane and Martin Reeves both had their jeans down and Danny McCoy had his zipper open. All three men had their long black cocks pointing towards the kneeling form of Maria as she brushed her blonde hair back from her face and reached out for the stiff appendages.

As Maria stroked McCoy’s member and guided it towards her open mouth Devlin burst in through the door.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He screamed. “Get away from her you bastards! That’s my wife!”

Calmly Maria looked up at her husband and slipped the inflamed penis from between her soft lips.

“Just shut the fuck up will you Simon?” She said. “The guys are just being nice to me!”

“Nice to you?” Devlin said incredulously. He had turned a deep shade of red and looked in danger of exploding. “You fucking slut! You’ve wanted this from the first time you saw them haven’t you?”

“I can’t deny it and I won’t. There’s nothing you can do about it either. I’m going to enjoy the first decent fuck I’ve had since I married you, you useless bastard!”

Again Devlin was lost for words. Suddenly he felt a meaty black hand on his shoulder and looked up into detective Reeves’ dark eyes. He could feel himself being moved – pushed towards the sofa – and knew it was futile to resist.

“What are you doing?” Devlin said unnecessarily

“Just sit the fuck down and watch!” Maria laughed. “You might just learn something!”

Seeing little other way of preserving life and limb, Devlin accepted his fate and sat back on the sofa. He could feel the sting of tears as they gathered in the corners of his eyes and wiped them away violently with the back of his hand.

“Don’t worry, man!” McCoy drawled. “This is just a pleasant little diversion. Everyone at the station knows that your wife has been virtually begging for this for ages. They’re even taking bets on which one of us would be the first to fuck her! I guess nobody thought that she would take on all three of us at the same time!”

McCoy’s words were concluded with a deep sigh as Maria took his stiff penis back into her mouth and began sucking in earnest.

Devlin was left to watch helplessly as his wife’s mouth was used for the cop’s satisfaction. The other two detectives also looked on. They had stripped off their own clothes now and were slowly massaging themselves edirne escort with their hands as they watched.

Maria was working well. Her mouth was open as wide as it would go as she swallowed the thick tool deep into her throat. Devlin could see that the lucky detective had his hands on the back of her head and was pulling her towards him, trying to thrust as much of his cock into her as he thought she could take.

When McCoy’s climax came it took Maria by surprise. Her mouth and throat were suddenly swamped by a great tidal wave of sperm that surged over her tongue. Devlin could see her trying her best to swallow but, inevitably, the creamy sex fluid soon began to ooze from the corners of her mouth and drip onto her pert, naked breasts.

As soon as McCoy had pulled back the other two detectives stepped quickly forwards. Devlin saw meaty black hands as they groped and caressed his wife’s hot, white flesh.

The hands covered her breasts, the mixed colours starkly contrasting. Her legs were being spread wide and her body pushed back onto the floor. Long fingers entered a vagina that Devlin could see was already very wet with arousal.

Maria cried out and arched her back as the two pairs of policeman’s hands continued to fondle her. Devlin could see that her legs were very wide now and, as officer Kane lowered his head and began to lick feverishly at her pussy, he knew that his wife would be climaxing very soon.

If Simon Devlin had ever wanted to see or hear his wife climax at the hands of another man, then he didn’t have long to wait. He watched as her hips rose from the carpet. Her back arched again deeply and her toes curled. Her voice sounded harsh and croaky; beginning with a low howl that steadily built in intensity until it became a high-pitched scream of pleasure. Kane’s head reappeared from between her thighs as she came and joined his partner as they both squeezed and pinched Maria’s long turgid nipples.

Devlin could see that his wife looked a little tired now and wondered if the men had maybe finished with her. But, as he looked at officers Kane and Reeves, their solid erections pointing urgently upwards, he knew that that was very unlikely.

“Time to take some black meat up that tight little cunt, baby!” Kane laughed. “Help me get her up guys!”

The three men worked together and pulled Maria up from the floor and pushed her firmly towards the table. It all happened very quickly. As Maria leaned across the table for support, Kane moved into position behind her. Devlin watched his wife’s face screw up into an expression of pure animal lust as she felt the swollen head of Kane’s massive cock as it pressed against the wet folds of her vagina.

Maria gasped out loud as she was penetrated. She had never felt so full in all her life and even the large pink vibrator that she kept hidden from her husband paled into insignificance next to Kane’s massive tool. She could feel the width of him stretching her

open and, as his shaft rubbed against her swollen clitoris, she cried out as she climaxed for a second time.

Devlin continued to watch fascinated as his wife took the massive weapon from behind. He could hear the animal grunts that emanated from her painted lips as she was skewered so professionally and knew that he himself could never hope to provide her with so much pleasure. He saw Kane’s hands grip her buttocks and the rippling muscles in his thick arms dance beneath his dark skin. Devlin couldn’t help it and, despite everything, he felt himself become warmly aroused.

“Oh yes!…that’s it…just there…mmmm….. fuck me…fuck….me….fuck…MEEE!”

Maria’s words stirred her husband’s erection to further heights, as he sat not able to tear his eyes away from the scene of debauchery in front of him.He watched as, clearly still wanting more, Maria reached out and grasped Reeves’ cock and guided it towards her mouth.

Now with two big dicks inside her, Maria seemed to be in her own private heaven. Her body was being cruelly thrust back and forth as the two black officers took their pleasure from her and Devlin could see her breasts, complete with stiff pink nipples, swing violently to and fro.

Kane’s face was a picture of lust as he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside Maria’s wet pussy and it was quite clear that he was not going to be able to hold out much longer.

With a guttural cry, the black officer suddenly lunged forward and buried himself to the hilt. Devlin guessed that Maria would also have erzurum escort cried out at that point but for the fact that her body had been pushed forward with such force that Reeves’ cock had entered her throat and curtailed any form of communication that she might have made.

Kane’s legs trembled as he emptied himself into Maria’s willing pussy. Devlin watched him twist and thrust his body, spearing Maria and ensuring that his cum drove deep inside her body. She looked almost exhausted now, but Devlin knew that whilst there was still one cop who hadn’t cum, there was no way they were going to finish with her yet.

“My turn now, I think!” Stated Reeves confirming Devlin’s thoughts. “And I’m not going in for sloppy seconds either, she’s still got one unused hole left!”

Devin could hardly believe what he was hearing. Sure they couldn’t mean….? Surely she wasn’t capable of …that?

While thoughts of his wife’s back passage being penetrated flitted through his mind, Devlin watched the exhausted woman being bodily lifted up onto the table. Oh my god, he thought. They are going to do it! Reeve’s is actually going to fuck her in the ass!

As Kane and McCoy assisted their partner by dragging Maria’s legs open and back, Devlin’s thoughts turned back to his own arousal. He knew that he should have been disgusted and jealous – at least concerned – but all he could feel was the heat emanating from his loins. His erection was small but fierce. He knew that there was something deep inside him that wanted to see this happen.

Reeves quickly positioned himself between Maria’s stretched and open legs and inserted two wet fingers into her anus. Devlin heard his wife gasp and knew that, very soon, she would be feeling a much larger insertion.

Reeves twisted his fingers and pushed them deep, widening the woman’s back passage for what was soon to come. When he was eventually satisfied that she was ready he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her hole.

Devlin gasped as he saw how impossible the situation looked. Even with her asshole so dilated, the large black head of Reeves’ tool looked twice as big as the entrance that he intended to put it in.

Reeves pushed. Maria howled out in a mixture of pain and passion. The tiny hole stretched wide and Reeves pushed a little harder. His face virtually dripped with perspiration as his exertion began to show. He leaned forward. More weight pressing his tool inwards. And then suddenly, with a cry from Maria, he was in.

Maria’s toes curled involuntarily as the big black officer slowly eased his tool further into her tight back passage. The pain was subsiding now and being quickly replaced by a warm glow deep in her stomach. She wondered if she would ever feel this full again but suddenly didn’t care. She was being butt-fucked by the object of her most recent fantasy and whatever happened after this she believed could never measure up. Her internal muscles ached as she squeezed the hard rod inside her and she knew that this was going to be one of the most satisfying – if not the longest – fucks she had ever experienced.

“Oh, shit!” Cried Reeves suddenly, confirming Maria’s suspicions that he would not be able to last long in her tight ass. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Let me see it!” Maria quickly responded. “I want to see you cum! I want to taste it!”

Devlin was massaging the crotch of his pants as he heard his wife’s request. His eyes bulged as he saw Reeves, albeit with some reluctance, ease his twitching tool from Marie’s ass. Once separated, he saw the two lovers tumble to the floor.

Reeves’ cock was twitching like crazy and Maria had to move quickly to ensure that her desire was fulfilled. Lying back on the floor she stared up at Reeve’s as he pointed his thick tool towards her.

With a gasp of ecstasy Reeves pulled back on his foreskin and shot the first massive stream of cum directly into Maria’s mouth. She gagged slightly as the full force hit her but was quickly rewarded by several more long bursts of jism as Reeve’s continued to climax.

Eventually, after several minutes, Devlin saw his wife stir as she lay on the table. She had been virtually immobile for the last ten minutes, clearly too exhausted to even move let alone clean off the copious quantity of sperm that now glistened wetly on her body.

“I…I…I don’t know what to say…” Devlin stammered as the three officers dressed.

“I do…” Maria responded – Devlin thought her voice sounded hollow, almost distant – “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had!

Simon?” She looked across at Devlin, “any time you want to turn Supergrass again, just make sure these guys are on hand to protect us, okay!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I will!” Devlin laughed. “But I think there’s a good few days until the trial even starts – plenty more time for you and the boys to play again!”

The End

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Here I am, two stories down and deciding what to write for my third. Now, this is pure fantasy, based on the rather hunky neighbour I have! He exists but unfortunately for me, the events in the story are no more than a personal fantasy!

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It was middle of a great summer. In a typical English way it still rained occasionally but it dried up quickly and then sun was soon back creating that wonderful warmth that makes everything seem so great. I was lucky enough to live in area that was just on the edge of the city, in fact my house backed onto a field and beyond that there was nothing but hills, hedges and farms. Now, I’m not saying it’s a posh area, it isn’t, but it *is* a gem of a place, quiet, safe and out of the way.

Now, I loved the fact it was rather secluded, especially in Summer. Being a typical woman in many ways, I liked nothing better than spending a lazy day in my back garden. I’d sit in my lounger, sip several gin and slimline tonics and either read a good book or listen to music.

And that is where the story starts. A lazy Sunday early afternoon, the hum of a multitude of lawn movers only occasionally broken with the sound of playing children and music. I faint smell of burning charcoal was in the air and I knew there was a family nearby enjoying the delights of a BBQ! I lay back, closed my eyes and took everything in. Isn’t it strange how you can hear so much more when relaxing, eyes shut?

Well, no sooner was I about to drift to sleep I heard a distinctive sound.

Snip-Snip.

Then again.

Snip-Snip.

I opened my eyes to see bits of twigs and leaves flying in the air. It didn’t take me long to figure out that my neighbour must be cutting the bushes back. Good job too, they must be a couple of metres tall in places.

There was a family next door. The a fairly usual couple about ten years older than me and two kids, a boy and a girl. The perfect family. We exchanged pleasantries but didn’t really know each other particularly well. They were a reasonable family to live next door too, they were quiet, didn’t make much noise and didn’t seem to mind the occasional parties I held.

Anyway, back to now. I knew what was coming next. The father next door always took a great interest in me when I was out sunbathing. I can appreciate that, I know how men react to a woman in a bikini and I guess it’s hard not to stare and anyway I’d be lying if I said I didn’t admire a man on the beach or pool now and then. Sometimes I’d go inside, other times I’d just close my eyes and forget he’s there.

I looked over to give him my usual “why do you have to do that?” look when I had the shock of my life. It seems the little boy next door isn’t so little anymore. Bare chested and with a thin film of sweat was this rather cute teenager cutting back the hedges, roughly adana escort cutting at that. I realised I was staring as soon as he looked up and caught my eyes. I smiled, then immediately regretted it. I must have looked like a shy youngster rather this woman in her 30’s! He smiled back, I melted and before I could help myself I was running my fingers through my hair, preening, subconsciously trying to make myself look better for him.

Well. This made a change from the usual, I could look at this *all* day long!

I was on automatic now, as I have been on too many occasions. My hormones flow and there is no stopping me, I really should see somebody about getting myself fixed, it’s getting me in too much trouble these days!

“Hey, do you fancy doing this side too?, ” I’d asked before I could even stop myself. What was I doing?! He must be no more than 18 or 19 at most. Then I realised I must come across as extremely forward, after all I am lying here in my bikini, asking a young guy to come and trim my shrubs and bushes.

“Of course, I’ll be right over.” By which I assumed he meant he was going to pop round, but no, he literally meant right over and leapt right over the hedge and landed on my lawn. Surely a dangerous thing with shears in his hand but I guess that’s part of being young and living a little dangerous, I was no different. Anyway, I chided myself for being so sensible, especially considering what was going through my mind and especially as I soon realised all he was wearing was a pair of shorts and some flip flops!

“Where shall I start?,” he said pointing the shears at the hedge. He was so sweaty, little globes of salty water all over his torso which was pleasantly tanned. I wonder if he’s been on holiday? I got to wondering if he had a girlfriend, after all a strapping lad like this wouldn’t be single for long, but I’d never seen him with anyone though, so guessed he didn’t. That made me feel a little better about having the thoughts I was having. Such filthy thoughts.

“Over there, ” I said pointing towards an especially unruly plant, and before long I heard the snip-snip of the shears once more. To be honest, I had a messy garden as I’m such a lazy person but the longer I watched him the longer I realised he was never going to get it finished. Not if I had my way anyway. I watched his strong arms, his muscles flex as he opened and closed the blades. Little beads of sweat were forming and sliding rapidly down his body like rivers on a tropical plain. It was hot…and getting rapidly hotter.

In the back of my mind I could feel the mental switch flicking over, once that happens there is no stopping me. I’ve tried in the past to clear my thoughts but it never works. I know what I want and won’t back off.

This time, it’s adana escort bayan this lad I want. At his peak, his prime, he’ll have stamina, desire and won’t want to stop. In my mind I was already imagining him naked, stripped of the few items he’s wearing standing in front of me. Standing hard and proud, his body there for my examination, to admire every inch of him.

By this point my eyes were closed and I was buried deep within my fantasy world. A thought rushed through my mind like a jolt, maybe I was a little too deep. Not daring to peep I tried to figure out where my hands were. Oh no, too late. It was at that point that I noticed the noise of the shears had stopped.

I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me, not a friendly smile more a dark smile of desire. You know why? It may have something to do with the fact I had my right hand tucked inside my bikini bottoms playing with myself. I’d obviously been day dreaming longer than I realised as I was already quite wet. So how do I get out of this one then? Did I even want to get out of it?

No. Not a chance. I took the risk of my life and decided to ignore all the alarm bells going off in my mind. Leaving my right hand happily teasing my clit and labia I used my left to beckon him forward. The power in a single finger, he was walking almost immediately dropping the garden tool on the way. It was HIS tool I was more interested in, the time had passed for words, it was all about actions now.

Soon enough he was standing at the side of me, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Once again, I used this power I had over him and indicated I wanted his shorts off, NOW. He didn’t need to be told again, his fingers gripped the waist of his short and pulled them down to his feet.

Cock.

That’s what it’s all about. My biggest weakness. I’d seen all sorts, bendy ones, straight ones, thin ones, thick ones, small ones, big ones, really big ones! All basically did the same job, all felt amazing although I won’t deny some felt more amazing than others.

Almost without realising I’d compared it to every one I’d ever seen. It was very smooth looking with pale skin. His balls weren’t very hairy and were actually rather large, like two plum tomatoes. His rapidly enlarging shaft was gaining definition as it hardened. Short and fat. That’s how I would describe it. It wasn’t especially long, average in length but it was like a stout tree, thick and especially thick at the base. This is my idea of the perfect cock, it won’t mash up my insides but it’ll stretch me where it counts.

If there is one thing about young guys I like is that they get erect so easily and stay that way so long and this lad was no exception. His cock was only a foot or so away from me, proud and throbbing ever so slightly. It would have escort adana taken all my self control to not put my hand on it. I had no self control any more.

I reached over and started to stroke it gently, feeling it’s thickness in my hands, it’s heat. In my opinion, thick cocks are the best for wanking a guy, something to grip hold of. I started to slowly stroke him, gripping just tightly enough for his foreskin to slide back and forth over the head.

Then I remembered the downside of young guys as I watched the first shot of cum shoot from his cock. The thick gloop went over my forehead until I felt something hot land in my hair and on my back. The next shot hit me straight in the face on my cheek, thankfully missing my eye. Thinking it was all over I relaxed still stroking him until a third and final shot landed on my breasts, leaving a sticky mess on my bikini top.

“Sorry, so sorry, ” he murmured. But I never even replied. I continued masturbating myself until I felt the first rush hit me. It was gentle but so pleasurable. I felt myself clench as the warmth rushed through me. So so nice…

I grabbed his ass and pulled his still hard cock to my mouth before taking the head in to taste him. Salty, fresh and a little bitter. I closed my lips around him and eagerly sucked. I closed my eyes, lay back once more and enjoyed having this thick object in my mouth. Then I felt him bucking, thrusting himself into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft to stop him pushing too far and simply left him to it. He started fucking my mouth eagerly and powerfully. I then realised there was no stopping him now, something had triggered in him, he was now in control and I didn’t fight it. I got my second treat. I felt it hit the back of my mouth, one thick shot which I swallowed straight down.

I let him do what he wanted to me. I felt his hands on my bikini and with his strong arms he first tore my top off then my bottoms. I was naked to him. I was still playing with myself when he slid me around a little so I was lying across the lounger, my head hanging off one side and my legs on the floor over the other. He then grabbed my ankles, held them together and lifted them up. He knelt on the floor, his manhood pointing towards to my now unprotected femininity.

Then he pushed. Hard. I felt my lips give a little resistance before loosening then wrapping around his thick shaft as he rammed his cock deep within me, I gasped as he skewered me. As his heavy balls slapped against my backside I knew he was totally in and I let myself breath. Then he fucked me. And that’s the right word. Fucked. My pussy was receiving a pounding like it had never known before and with my legs held together my pussy felt tighter than I ever remember.

It didn’t take long before I started shaking and the inevitable came. I felt like he was forcing me to orgasm but how good it felt. Before I knew it another one took hold of me then another. Fuck me. Use me.

Then he let out a guttural roar as he shot his young seed deep within me. I came one final time before he pulled rapidly out, dressed and went back to his shears.

Oh, if only.

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I consider myself a lucky girl. I’m from Russia but managed to study Politics at a local College. Another lucky thing in my life is Jack and his diner. I earn enough money at Jack’s diner to pay all my expenses. Well, often Jack gives me extra allowances and gives me time off to study for exams. Jack is good soul.

“Great tip,” I said one day as the last customer left the diner.

“Yeah, next time you should wear a skirt and you get even more, I bet,” Jack replied.

“What?!”

“Your ass, she stared on your ass,” Jack answered in his casual manner.

“Would you please tell me what you’re talking about?”

Jack sighed. “Every time you went to bring her a new refill she stared on your ass,” he explained as if it were a normal matter.

“Oh brother,” I groaned.

Jack grinned suggestively. “Oh sister, more likely.”

On the way home I thought about the strange customer. She was dressed in a black suit that gave her the elegance of a businesswoman. Her face with the strong cheekbones was framed with shoulder length auburn hair. I guessed she was the same age as Jack, probably end thirties or early forties. She had stared on my ass? I wasn’t willing to believe it, but I had to admit that would explain the five Dollar tip.

Next day she was there again. Whenever she ordered more coffee Jack would give me a faked innocent grin.

“Dirty old man,” I hissed.

Again I got five Dollar of tip. Yesterday I smiled at her for the generous gratuity but this time I stared on my purse. What if she was really staring at my backside?

When she left Jack’s grin grew even bigger. “Hey nothing to be ashamed of Tasha. Your ass is gorgeous, no wonder she’s staring.”

I must have looked bewildered. “Do you also stare at me?”

“Me? No way honey! Would never dare.”

Great, my boss was staring at my back. Until now Jack was no sexual being for me, he was just Jack. Of course I had noticed that he was still handsome. His hair turned grey but he still looked athletic and in his eyes sparkled this boyish rogue. Was he really looking at me that way?

The next morning I was standing in front of my closet. I couldn’t help but thinking about Jack’s comments. Actually I was no girl for a skirt, but I possessed one outfit, which included a skirt. I hadn’t worn it since my boyfriend for whom I had bought it had left me. It was a denim skirt, fishnet stockings, heavy boots and a tank top.

“Wow. Now I have to gaze at you, sorry not my fault,” Jack greeted me. “You look terrific.” I rolled my eyes in mild annoyance.

This morning I noticed Jack looking at my from time to time. I had to admit to myself that I liked it. I was a little shocked by the thought that I liked Jack staring at my ass and legs. I was much more shocked and embarrassed that I was disappointed the lady in black wasn’t coming for lunch today.

In the afternoon I couldn’t concentrate on my studies. My head was filled with puzzling thoughts as I realized I just had worn sexy outfit for another woman. Well the idea of woman was not new to me, but dressing slutty to turn on a woman was very new. I sighed. “C’mon that’s not slutty, many girls wear cloth like that,” I mumbled while tuning pages of my book.

Next day I decided to give it another try and was lucky. The lady in back was there. Now I realized that she was openly roaming my body. She smiled at me. “You know that you look good, don’t you?”

I blushed and looked for Jack, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Ok, would you bring me some more coffee?”

I nodded and went to the bar. I came back with a can of fresh, delicious smelling black liquor. Just as I had started pouring the coffee into her mug as I felt her hand on my butt. My heart skipped a beat. Did she really have her hand on my butt cheek? She grinned at me.

“Thanks sweety, that’s enough for now.”

I went back to the bar and shook my head. What had I gotten myself into?

This day I got ten Dollar of tip.

The next day I had evening shift. I was almost glad, because the strange woman always appeared for lunch. So I was confused when she appeared at around 8 pm in the door of the diner.

“Hey, I saw light and thought you’re open. Do you have a sandwich for me?”

“Sure,” Jack said. “Sit down, I’ll prepare it.”

Jack was famous for being grumpy. Jack being courteous was new to me. I shrugged. “Coffee?” I asked the woman.

She gave me a flashy smile. “With extra sugar please.”

“Say, you’re a student, don’t you?” the stranger began.

“Yes.” Normally I wasn’t short spoken, but I felt awkward in the presence of the older woman.

“So you need money?”

“Yes.”

“Is your boss paying well?”

“It’s ok.”

I swallowed as I returned with coffee to her table. I had to think of what she did last time and couldn’t help but look at her hands. She must have figured out, cause she smiled at me.

“Did I told you already how sexy you are in this dress?”

I sucked in air, tried to appear cool. “No you don’t.”

“Well you look sexy, gorgeous indeed.”

“Thanks.” bursa escort I tried a smile, but failed.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my left thigh. “These fishnet stockings make you look very delicious.” I could feel her hand slowly running up my thigh under my skirt and to my ass. My heart raced, I looked for Jack but couldn’t see him. Where was he? I panicked. I couldn’t move or say anything. I only felt her hand running higher, her fingers slightly brushing the crack of my ass trough my panties. I managed to turn away. Never before I felt so ashamed and yet so exited. I realized that I was aroused.

Jack came back. “Hey I was searching for the tomatoes,” he said apologetic and handed me the sandwich. I swallowed hard and went back to the table with the lady.

“Do you wanna sit?” she offered. I just nodded and did so.

“Would you like to earn additional money?” she asked.

Without thinking I answered. “Sure.”

She wrapped her full lips around the sandwich and took a bite. “What are you ready to do?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I would like to watch you.”

I laughed, “This is for free.”

“So you would take of your skirt, stockings and panties for free?”

“Hell, no!”

“We’re getting closer, don’t we?”

“I would not strip at all.”

“Not even for 50 Dollar?” I considered it for a moment, 50 Dollar was a lot of money. I was afraid where this would lead. I could still feel the moist between my legs and the warm tickle that her hand had caused. Why actually not stripping? She was just a woman, an attractive woman I had to admit. I felt little afraid but told myself that she couldn’t rape me, right?

I bent over the table and spoke low. “Ok, I will do it for 50 Dollar.”

The lady in black surveyed me with a knowing look. “I’ll wait in my car. You can come there after you closed the diner.” With these words she continued concentrating on her meal. I rose to my feet. Did I really just agreed to strip for money?

“Hey Tasha, what where you talking with her?” Jack asked casually.

Before I could answer I must have blushed to a nice tone of pink. Jack raised his hands. “Ok ok I don’t wanna know.”

“Just small talk,” I tried to assure him.

I was more than a bit nervous when I left the diner. I looked out for the lady in black. It took me a while because it was already dark. Then I saw her in a Landrover. I went to the car. She opened the front door for me.

“Now?” I said nervously while climbing on the front seat.

“Now strip,” she said with a smile but some force in her voice.

I lifted my skirt and tried to pull down the stocking and panty.

“Put your feet on the dashboard, sweety,” she commanded me. I did so and my heart pounded fast while I exposed my butt and crotch. “Now spread your legs a little more.” Also this I did. “You sure look sexy. Nice little haircut you have.” Not for the first time today I blushed. I was not shaved but had my pubic hair cut short. I felt arousal growing while the woman looked at me fairly close. I tried to breath normally.

“You’re hot honey,” she said and smiled at me.

“No!” I exclaimed.

“So the swollen labia and the wetness is your normal condition?”

I swallowed, also not for the first time this day. Our eyes met and a devilish grin spread on her face. She reached down to my crotch. I was shocked and didn’t know if I should flinch or lift my hips.

“I really like that,” she said in a now throaty voice.

To my pleasure and jolt she inserted a finger into my pussy. I could feel how easily her finger slid into me. I closed my eyes and felt her finger slowly massage me inside my hot pussy.

“You’re a real sweet horny girl,” I heard her saying. I jumped.

“No I’m not!”

“Calm down. Sure you are. Nothing to be ashamed of.” She said while removed her finger from my wetness.

“Now here’s your money. Extra service deserves extra payment.” I looked puzzled at some banknotes she was handing to me.

“What are you looking, girl? You’ve done a good job, here’s the money.” Breathing heavily I pulled up my panty and stockings, then took the money. I wasn’t sure what I had expected. I was still shocked that she had fingered my pussy. I also was shocked that part of me regretted that she weren’t willing to make me climax.

Standing on the street again I realized her car leaving though the dizziness in my head. Still I couldn’t believe what had happened. I didn’t even know the name of this woman and let her pet my pussy really deep. I looked at the money in my hand. Oh sister, and she gave me 80 Dollar for doing it.

I saw light in Jack’s diner. Some casual talking with the aloof Jack would sure cool me down.

****

„Hey honey, you’re back, something wrong?” Jack looked at me, but not worried.

“Uhm no. I just have forgotten my…uhm…” I swallowed. Of course I had nothing forgotten.

“Sit down Tasha, I brew new coffee, if you like,” Jack offered. I was surprised by the gentle gesture from him.

“Sometimes weird malatya escort things happen,” I said.

Jack looked over at me while preparing the coffee. “What do you mean?”

“This woman, she really confused me.” Now this was the truth.

“I’ve seen that.”

I leaped inwardly. “You have seen what?”

“C’mon, don’t you think I’ve seen were her hand was and how you enjoyed it?”

At least he hadn’t seen us in the car, this would have been embarrassing, me with my pants down, heels on the dashboard, my pussy so exposed. The tickle came back to my abdomen. I felt how wet I still was.

“I have not enjoyed it, ok?” I replied and managed to put some sternness into my voice.

“Oh, did I overhear you screaming for help, Tasha?” This dirty grin was back on his face. I looked down at the table. Jack stood up and brought the coffee.

“You’re right, ok, I enjoyed it,” I said louder that I wanted to.

“Hey did you hear me saying it is a bad thing? I mean now that you’re single again you can have fun.” Jack poured coffee in my mug.

“You never liked my boyfriend.” I exhaled noisily.

“He was prude.”

“What?! How will you know?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “I can’t believe about what you’re making up your mind.”

Jack shrugged. “Forget it.”

“Alex was not prude,” I exclaimed.

“No?” Jack grinned at me. “So he was experimental? Made you desiring him and all that he had to offer?”

“About what the hell are you speaking?”

“I’m speaking about his qualities, his intellect and also his lap. Both were not overwhelming I guess. You deserve better, that’s all I’m saying.” Jack took a sip of coffee.

I was stunned. It never occurred to me that he cared about my private live, but it seemed he did. And he did it in an improper way.

“Really Jack. I’m shocked.”

“I think not the first time today.” Jack grinned and I looked at him. “I have seen you, in the car, in her car,” he explained nonchalant. “Hey don’t look at me like that. I’m a man. I just wanted you to know, thought it’s fair.”

“What have you seen?” I demanded.

“Well I looked up and recognized her car. I saw you both in there, thought you were talking. But then you put your feet to the console. I couldn’t see what you both were doing but I have a wild guess.” Jack tried to surpass a grin.

I was furious. “At least try to be ashamed.”

“Why? You’re stripping right in front of my diner and want me to look away?”

“I was not stripping for you, Jack!”

“I know, it’s a pity.”

“What?!” I stared at him.

“Has it ever occurred to you that you say ‘What’ fairly often?” Jack smiled now. It was a goofy almost shy smile.

“You really would like me to strip? For you?”

Jack tried to be back at his usual aloof manner. “Yeah, I mean you’re a gorgeous girl.”

I swallowed hard. “Would you also like to touch me?”

“Can we please change the topic?”

“You started it, telling me Alex was prude.”

“He is,” Jack insisted.

“And you would do better?” I teased him.

He gazed into my eyes. “Bet on it, Tasha,” he said in a husky voice. Then I did something totally courageous that I wouldn’t have dared a couple of hours ago. I rose to my feet and stared at his lap, straight. I noticed the swelling.

“You are….I mean your…” I mumbled.

“Hard?” he helped me out. “Because I think about how hot you might be? How wet she made you in that car?”

I stared at him but couldn’t really fix him. I felt arousal rising. I felt my face glowing, my blood pulsating in my ears and vulvar.

“Than show me how you would do it.” I heard myself saying. “Here, right now.”

Jack looked at me. Then he stood up, still looking at me and switched of the light. He unzipped his jeans in front of me. The bulge in his shorts was amazing to me. He rubbed it slowly. I rose from the chair and his hands wandered under my skirt, finding their way to my panty. He turned me around and pressed his erection against my butt. I started to massage him with my cheeks. I felt his hand from behind sliding into my panty and massaging my wet centre. I lifted one leg to the chair in font of me.

“How wet and horny you are,” he moaned as he pulled down my stockings and panty and inserted two fingers at once into me.

“Shhh, just do it.”

“As you please.” I felt his fingers removing and instead the tip of his cock between my butt cheeks. “Do you like it here?” he asked and I felt his cock at my anus. In order to answer I let my butt circle. I really wanted him to fuck me. I tried to lift my butt a bit higher to make my vagina reach his cock.

“I love that you’re so lustful,” he said. Then I felt something strong stretching my pussy.

“Oh good, Jack.” I was so aroused that I felt my pulse in my head.

I felt him inserting his full length into me. Slowly he removed his dick, but not entirely only to thrust it in again. With every thrust into me he became faster and harder. With a free hand he reached for my clit and started massaging çanakkale escort it gently. Suddenly he withdraws his penis entirely. I turned around in disbelieve.

“Honey, I would love to come in you longing pussy, but don’t you think I would make a lousy dad?” With these words he turned me around again. I wanted to protest. His dick wasn’t very long but massive. Again I felt his dick on my anus. This time he pressed harder until he was inside. Very slowly he moved forth and back.

“It’s not your first time?” he murmured.

“First time a man does it,” I managed to say while enjoying his strokes. I loved how filled he made me. Because he replied nothing I said, “I like my dildo there now and then.”

“I always thought you’re adventurous.”

He reached around my hips and introduced two fingers to my cunt.

“You’re unbelievable hot and wet,” he whispered. I felt slightly embarrassed but my arousal helped me overcome it quickly.

“Please do it a bit harder,” I begged.

“At your service.” I could figure out his grin behind me. Immediately I felt him massaging my butt harder with his dick. As he came he gave me final real deep slam. Then he removed his dick from me, but not his fingers. He inserted a third finger and started to fuck my cunt harder. It only took me a few more moments before I climaxed.

“Good girl, hot girl,” he whispered.

“Strong diner boy,” I replied and smiled.

After we had adjusted our cloth again we sat down to finish the coffee.

“Did he ever pleasured you this way?” Jack asked. “Outside the Sunday morning bed-routine?”

I had to roll my eyes. “Yes Jack, you were amazing, ok.”

“What I wanted to say is, a man has to give a woman the pleasure she wants, she deserves.” He flashed me his aloof Jack-ish smile.

****

The mysterious woman hadn’t come to the diner for a couple of days. This didn’t mean I had forgotten the whole incident. To the contrary, I remembered very well that she had made me so horny that I wanted Jack to do it to me, nasty. Unlike his often bad-mannered behavior he was a gentleman regarding this. I had expected him teasing me to no ends about it, but he didn’t say anything.

And suddenly the lady in black appeared in the diner. It was already past 8 pm and Jack and me prepared to close.

“Sorry lady, no sandwiches anymore today,” Jack greeted her.

“Coffee?” she tried and looked at me.

“Ok, I’ll prepare us fresh one,” Jack sighed as if it was asked too much to get coffee in a diner.

“May you want to sit down?” The lady said to me. I watched her for some seconds before I sat opposite her. She wore black. The only real color was her auburn hair and her brown eyes. She gave me a half-smile.

“Say do you would be interested in earning more money?” Well, she was a person to come straight to the point.

I looked down at the tabletop and then managed to look at her. “What do you want?”

“I would like you to invite to a party.”

I looked at her waiting for what was coming next. I could well imagine that it was no ordinary party.

“Well, you would have to strip, at least.” I knew it.

“At least?” I looked into her eyes.

“You strip and get 100 Dollar. For every extra service you may like to provide you get extra payment.”

I inhaled. “Ok, I’ll strip, but no extra services.”

She bent over the table. “Like the no extra service you gave me in the car?” she whispered into my ear.

I swallowed. My heart started beating faster.

“Ok, I’ll pick you up here, Saturday at 8.30 pm. Is it ok for you?” she said.

I just nodded when Jack came with the coffee. He looked at me. “You want to?” I nodded again.

While Jack went to the counter to bring another cup the woman smiled at me. “My name is Kate and yours, honey?”

“Natasha,” I said. “Just call me Tasha.”

“Fine, Tasha.”

We drank the coffee in silence and after this Kate left.

“What were you talking about?” Jack wanted to know.

“She invited me to her party,” I said.

“What kind of party?” Jack pushed.

“Just a party.”

“C’mon Tasha.”

“I’m going to strip on her party, ok? I get 100 Dollar for it.”

“Girl!” he exclaimed. “I mean we can speak about you salary, you know that, don’t you?”

“It’s ok Jack.”

The older man surveyed me and a smile crept over his face, a dirty smile. “It really turns you on, right?” Now his smile was a big toothy grin. “I always thought you’re kinda adventures, but this astonishes me.”

“What?!”

“There’s your ‘What’ again.

Kate arrived precisely at 8.30 pm at the diner. She looked stunning. This time she wore a cream-colored trouser suit and a white blouse with quillings and a bow tie.

“Hey darling, you look great,” she greeted me. Jack gave me a slap on my butt, reminding me what he did with his dick a couple of days before.

“You look awesome in that suit,” I stated as I walked over to Kate.

She glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Thanks honey.”

We drove in silence for a while. I looked over to Kate, wondering what would happen tonight.

“I have changed the plan, hope you don’t mind,” she started. She gave me no chance to reply. “I don’t want you to strip. I want you to take off your panty, but not your nice fishnet stockings. You just party with us and keep the folks guessing. Show them what they want to see, ok?”

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