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“Now you can take me on the grand tour.” Joseph said as he swung his feet off the bed and put on his boxers. “Where is this hot tub you wanted me to see? I could use a good bath. I must stink like a cheep street whore.”

“You smell divine to me and look good enough to eat. You’re going to love this place. It has everything including ‘The Kitchen Sink’ plus a built in bar.” Richard bragged as he took Joseph by the hand and dragged the near naked soldier from room to room showing him the amenities of the suite.

“Very nice, but where is the hot tub? You said it was an ‘in room Hot-Tub’.”

“That my luv, I saved for last.” He said going over to the French doors, which he opened onto a roof garden patio. A pathway of field stones zigzagged through potted plants, tables, small trees and chase lounges to a raised redwood platform in the center of the patio. On top of the platform was the Hot tub. “One hot-tub as requested, sir.”

“You have got to be kidding! I’m not getting into that thing. Not out here in the open anyway.” An embarrassed red-faced Joseph said. “And nude no less, right out in the open, you must be demented.”

“Love crazed, maybe but not demented. Look around, Babe, there is no one that can see us this high up. For miles around we are above everyone and everything. Just think how nice it will be to soak in the hot tub together, just the two of us, no one will see us. If you are so inhibited I’ll tell you what, later tonight, just as the sun goes down, we can crawl into the tub in our boxers to start with and then remove them and do a little ‘Moon Bathing’. Would that be better?”

“Well if you’re sure no one will see us…OK. Now lets go get something to eat. Sex makes me hungry and right now I’m starving and could eat a pound of raw meat.” Joseph said then turned beet red when he realized how this must have sounded to Rich.

“For that we don’t have to dine out, I’ve got a nice slab of beef for you right here.” Then seeing the blush on his lover’s face added, “Or we could order in room service, they have a nice menu and the selection looks good. When I checked in I asked about places to eat and the front desk clerk recommended a nice Cafe not too far from here. Look, it’s now three o’clock; we could go there and have an early dinner or late lunch. Then walk around town and see what there is to see. Perhaps we could pick up a bottle or two of wine. After that we can come back and spend the evening ‘At home’. That way there would still be time for a few drinks and lots of Moon Bathing.”

“Great, but the food and drinks are on me. This whole thing must be coasting you a fortune,” he said and then added, “Besides, while I can’t match your family’s resources I would still like to contribute something.”

“That’s sweet! I do appreciate the offer and I will be more sensitive to your feelings in the future, however, this weekend is on my family. Daddy wouldn’t have it any other way and for now he and mom want it that way.”

“Ok, but at least let me pay for the wine.”

“Well — Ok — but let’s get going or we’ll miss the chance to make love as the sun goes down.” Richard said as he kissed Joseph and reached into his boxers, pulled out his cock and using it as a handle he piloted him into the bathroom. “Clean up time!”

They got washed and dressed and drove to the Cafe. The room clerk had been right. The place was nice, clean and normally would have been crowded. But because it was neither lunchtime nor super hour, they were able to get a booth in a secluded part of the dinning room. They ordered food and Joseph asked Richard about his family and how things were going at work.

“Funny you should ask about work. You remember the owner, Reinzi don’t you? He keeps asking about you and said to tell you there was a job waiting on tables anytime you wanted it. Also there was a rather distinguish gent that has been in about 3 times this week asking for you. He wouldn’t leave his name though, do you know who it could be?” Richard asked.

“Bet that’s Frank—Frank Gordon. You remember that nice old gentleman, the one that gave me his business card along with the hundred-dollar tip. I think I even still have the card somewhere in my wallet.” Joseph laughed and pulled the business card out his wallet, and showed it to Richard and then adana escort started to rip it up.

Richard stopping him said, “He just said he wanted to apologize for acting like jerk. He said it must have been the drinks. He wants to make it up to the two of us. Keep the card; just don’t use it without me being there. Now, what’s been going on here with you? Tell me everything!”

Joseph placed the business card back in his wallet and started to tell him how hard school was, but also how much he really loved it and how after only a week he had learned to string a few words together and form simple thoughts. He had even begun to start thinking in Arabic. He also told him that what made it really interesting was not only learning the language, but also getting to learn about the people. Their meal came and between bites of food Joseph told him about the fascinating history and some of the customs of the Arab people and Muslims in general.

“Is it true that they still have slaves and that they think nothing of having sex with men, women and little children?” Richard asked.

“Yes that is unfortunately true. But hopefully, though I doubt it, all that is on the decline. To this day there is still a thriving slave trade, even in the most modern Muslim countries.” Joseph said. “Most Muslims will deny it, but it still exists and may be even growing stronger with the use of the Internet. They even enslave some Muslims, although this is against the Koran and looked upon as “NOT” exactly the right thing to do. The infidel, preferably those with light skin and blond hair, both male and female, are another story. They are much sort after and highly priced, and the younger the better. Younger slaves, and especially the good-looking ones, can be broken in and trained to work as prostitutes in the many brothels. These have almost all replaced the Black and Oriental Slaves of past years. It appears that white meat is the choice of preference today. Homosexuality does not carry the same social stigma within their culture as it does here in the west. Then there is that well publicized concept that if you die while fighting the infidel you get a first class deluxe ticket to heaven and the Garden of Eden where you get your share of 40 virgins, male or female or a combination of both. This and other things are still preached, taught and believed today as religious dogma. Right out in the open, on any Friday, you can hear it preached from many Mosques.”

“In this day and age?” Richard said disdainfully. “Religion is supposed to teach love and equality.”

“Oh! How I wish that was true even in our western religions. How long ago was it that Christians thought nothing of killing non-Christians by the millions to say nothing of one Christian sect trying to kill off the other?” Joseph asked him. “Or for that matter even today here in our own democratic American paradise we read about and see ‘Good Christians’ beating up and killing homosexuals.”

“Or not permitting them to serve their country without fear of reprisals.” Richard added as they ordered coffee and desert. “I guess we are all still barbarians at heart.”

“The only difference between Christians and Muslims, in this instance, is that, hopefully, we really know it’s wrong and against God’s law,” Joseph said “The saving grace of Christianity is that, for the most part, we don’t glorify or make heroes out of the killers nor do we pay them or their families a bonus for killing innocent civilians.”

After finishing lunch they left the cafe and strolled up and down the main streets of the town. They stopped at a wine shop, purchased a few bottles of White Chianti and then continued looking into shops and just enjoying the warm summer late afternoon and each other’s company. With evening coming on rapidly they drove back to the hotel and rode the elevator up to the Penthouse Suite. While Joseph was busy chilling the bottles of wine, Richard went out onto the roof garden and readied the Hot Tub.

“Hey babe! Better get your sweet ass out here or you’re going to miss one hell of a sunset,” Richard called “And bring out that wine.”

Joseph juggling the chilled wine, an ice bucket and two glasses came out onto the roof garden and was about to ask for a helping hand when he found Richard luxuriating in the bubbling tube. His clothes cast willy-nilly here and there all over the place. His pants draped over a bush, shirt over chase lounge. His stockings hung from a potted tree like it was Christmas and Santa was expected. It reminded Joseph of their second night together.

“This makes it all worthwhile. Come pour us some of that ‘Dago White’ and join me in the tub.” he said laying there completely nude with his arms outstretched along the rim and his legs opened wide apart for the whole world to gawk at. Floating atop the bubbling water, looking like it was a cork-fishing floater was the tip of his erect cut cock. “Come on in babe, you are going eskişehir escort to love this. There’s plenty of room for the two of us.”

Joseph poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Richard, set the other on the rim of the tub and placed the rest of the bottle in the wine bucket filled with ice, to keep it cold. Looking around at the setting sun and enjoying the sight he realized that, short of a helicopter with a group of tourists aboard, there was no way anyone could see them. So, slowly, he started a strip tease leaving on only his OD boxers. Then climbing up and standing on the redwood platform and looking down at Richard he lifted his wine glass in a mock toast, “To the nosy neighbors, get out your fucking telescopes and have a good look!” he drank the wine and threw the glass against the wall shattering it.

“I saw that done once in a picture and always wanted to do that.” he said as he then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the boxers and slowly stripped off the last bit of clothing that concealed his young panther like body exposing his hard seven-inch erection. Then like some burlesque queen, waving and twirling his boxers around his head he let them fly. He did a few “bumps and grinds” and a few nude poses, while Richard whistled and cheered and applauded. Then he stepped down into the bubbling water and lay beside Richard. The warm water raised up to envelope their young bodies with the exception of their two cock heads. Now there were twin-fishing floats bobbing on top of the water. The two of them just relaxed and sighed and watched the sky as the sun started to set. The sky turned from light blue to darker blue with streaks and patches of yellow, gold, orange and flaming red. It began to look like an old “Paint by Number” picture. They watched in wondered as the first stars began to come out and darkness closed in upon them. As the moon came out and bathed them in it’s silvery glow, they kissed and hugged each other. The night sky turned into a panorama of stars that danced before their eyes, making them both dizzy with wonder.

“Rich, dear, tonight is really special. I never felt like this before. I want to do something to make it a night to remember.”

“It already is. Just being together here in each others arms is all the ‘Special’ I need or want.”

Taking another sip of wine from Richard’s glass, Joseph protested, “Thank you for saying that, but I somehow have this overpowering need, this feeling, that I have to show and prove my love for you. Richard you have done everything to show me how you feel about me and you have held nothing back—– While I am still afraid…. afraid of everything.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything. Afraid that we will be discovered- afraid to be seen holding your hand in public, to say nothing of putting my arm around you. The thought of possibly forgetting and having someone witness a secret touch or gesture or the slightest bit of mutual affection scares the shit out of me. Even when we are alone, just the two of us, there are things I can not get myself to say or do.”

“Like what? I thought we were always open with each other and that we could talk about anything.” Richard said

Gathering his courage, in a low whisper, it just poured out and he said, “Rich I want to suck your cock, but I don’t know how and I’m afraid I’ll bite it off or worse yet I may become sick and throw up all over you. I’m afraid that I might hate doing it or that I might love it also. Don’t laugh!!! I want to learn to be a cock sucker. Not any cock sucker but one that would satisfy you as much as you satisfy me. Will you teach me? Can you teach me?”

“WOW! That’s a tall order. ‘Cock sucking 101’. Let’s see, I think I do remember reading a thesis or two on the subject once. Don’t think it was in “Better Homes and Gardens”. Must have been in some gay publication.” Then in a serious voice he said, “In reality what it all boils down to and the best advice I can give you is to follow you instincts.”

“But my instincts might be wrong.”

“No, not if your basic desire is to give pleasure to your partner.” Speaking as a teacher would he continued, “Mutual pleasure is the key. The first thing to do is get to know your partner’s penis. Look at it. Fondle it. Yes, even worship it. Treat the entire genital area as one area. Some parts are more receptive and sensitive than others. It is your duty as a lover to find and stimulate these areas.”

“How do I do that?”

“Take and hold your lover’s cock and balls in the palm of your hand. Look at them and study them. Bring your lips to the base of his balls. Make love to them; lick them with your tongue. Run your lips up his shaft flitting your tongue tip in and out tickling the shaft. Use only the tip of your tongue to run up and down the underside of his cock. As you do this, you will soon learn his erotic zones. Many people think all they have do is to turn their mouths sakarya escort into a vacuum cleaner or a cunt hole. NOT TRUE. Mouth suction and bobbing of the head up and down alone will make him orgasm, but that’s nothing more than another form of masturbation. Giving titillating pleasure is the real story behind being a great cock sucker. Just remember that, as a man, you know how you would like it. All you have to do to your partner is what you would want done to you. That is why they say that only gay men know how to give the best blow jobs.”

“But how do you make him blow his load, if not by suction?” Joseph queried.

“The cock head is the answer. The cock head is the detonator of his Atomic bomb. Work on the head and the area around the cock head, both with the tongue and the lips. After a bit of experience you can even use your teeth to lightly scrape over the head. I’ve had a great blow job where the guy just blew air over the end of my cock. Work the end of the dick head with your tongue. Its not the suction that drags the cum out of the balls. It’s the stimulation. Hell, by stimulation you can make him feel like his cum is coming, not from his balls but, from the tips of his toes.”

“You make it sound so easy… You won’t laugh if I make a mistake.”

“Joseph, my dear, sweet, Joseph, I’ll never ever laugh AT you; only WITH you.” Richard said kissing and hugging him as he began to feel Joseph’s fingers touch his balls, he moaned and said. “You know I think that’s the first time you have done that to me and it feels so good. Yeahhhhh, that’s the ticket. That’s what I mean, don’t be afraid I guarantee they won’t break.”

Their lips touched and they kissed deeply while Joseph fondled his lover’s balls and cock. He lowered his head to kiss, lick, suck and nibble on Richard’s nipples while he continued to lightly run his fingers tips over his balls and cock. Gently he helped Richard raise his lower body to the top step of the hot bath thereby exposing his lover’s sex to him. Joseph getting between the outstretched legs lowered his lips and mouth to his belly button and licked around it and probed it with the tip of his tongue. Richard threw his head back moaned and ran his fingers through Joseph’s close-cropped hair. The short hairs tickling and sending electric like shocks through his fingers. Joseph, his eyes fastened on his lovers cock, studied it and for the first time was able to look at and see a cock other than his own. The nooks, the crannies, the bumps, the blue veins he had never observed before were there for him to see and explore with the tip his tongue. The smell and the hardness and yet the velvety softness of the cock excited him as his soft wet lips touched Richard’s balls and he heard Richard gasped. The tip of his tongue shot out to touch the base of his fuck stick. And then following a blue vein the tip moved up the shaft to the corona. This is the most sensitive spot on the penis. Then ran his tongue tip around the cut mark of Rich’s circumcised cock and over the cock head. Lapping up the leaking pre-cum that had collected there, Joseph found that it did not taste as bad as he had thought it would and so he opened his lips and took the hot, wet, red, angry head into his mouth.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS ohhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSS!” Richard shouted, “That’s it. Damn it baby, I love it!”

Joseph’s lips closed around the head of his dick while his tongue kept licking over the cock head; he took the hard cock about 1 inch deeper into his mouth. He rolled up the corners of his tongue and ran his tongue along the underside of his lovers cock. His fingers continued to fondle Rick’s balls. Then moving one finger over his sweet rosebud he pushed against the ring and entered his rectum.

“Chrisssssssssssssssssssssst! Yeahhhhhhhh, I’m cummmmmmmmmmming” and with that Richard tried to pull Joseph’s mouth off his cock, but the soldier would not let go of it. He continued to work his mouth slowly up and down as Richard pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into his mouth. Unable to hold more in his mouth he lifted his head and spit out most of it over the side of the tub and swallowed the rest. Richard grabbed his face, pulled it to him and kissed him hard, driving his tongue deep inside his mouth tasting and licking his own cum from the mouth and lips of his lover.

“That was really the best blow job I ever had. It was NOT just a BJ, but a LOVE FEST with my cock. You graduate with honors my lov. With royal honors! You’re going to be the best cock sucker in the world. Just make sure it’s only my cock you suck or I’ll cut off your balls and sell you to those Arab slavers you told me about.”

“You’re kidding me! I spit it out. I spit out your love juice. I just could not swallow all of it. It came too fast and there was just so much of it —- I could not take or hold it all.”

“It really doesn’t matter if you could not swallow it all. That takes time to get used to being able to do that. For now if you want, just lick me clean and get used to it a little at a time. You did great and I was not kidding when I said you were THE very best I ever had.”

“Come on with all the men you have had, you must have had much better than that? You are just trying to make me feel good.” Joseph smiled as he bent down and licked Richard clean.

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Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland, Professor Emeritus at the Law School of Canada’s Capital University stretched luxuriously on her bed, feeling pleasurable sore yet giddy after a night of fun. Tall and slender yet curvy where it counted, the blonde-haired, bespectacled academic smiled, pleased with all the mean and sexy things she’d done with a certain student.

In the world of academia as well as other professions, certain lines weren’t meant to be crossed. Stephanie Macke-Leland, an overachiever from the get-go, had always been the kind of gal who tossed the rules on the side and did her own thing. What Stephanie wanted she usually got, simple as that. A life without passion in it was not what she called truly living, not by a long shot…

“Omar, wake up,” Stephanie said, and she nudged the big and tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome young black man on the shoulder. Omar Stephens kept right on snoring, and didn’t even budge. Looks like I wore him out, Stephanie thought, and she smiled slyly. Rising from the bed, she headed to the nearby washroom and sat on the porcelain bowl, taking a piss. Her pussy was still sore from the pounding Omar gave her…

Last night, Stephanie Macke-Leland and Omar Stephens came to her lofty apartment in downtown Ottawa, and they got down and dirty. After a night of wining and dining, teacher and student needed to unwind, and they let passion take them where it would. The result was many passionate hours of creative, kinky, brutal, tender, freaky and at times downright dangerous lovemaking. The kind that Stephanie Macke-Leland absolutely craved…

After jet-setting around the world acquiring degrees from a variety of schools in the United Kingdom and elsewhere, Stephanie Macke-Leland returned to her alma mater in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and found peace and fulfillment. While overseas, Stephanie dabbled in hedonism and discovered the world of BDSM. She’d been hooked ever since, incorporating it into her love life.

Coming back to Canada’s Capital University as an instructor, Stephanie Macke-Leland met a most unique student, Omar Stephens, bursa escort an authentic African American Muslim. The brother from the United States was talkative in the classroom but good in bed, which was why Stephanie kept him around. Omar does not disappoint, Stephanie thought, touching her still-sore pussy while sitting on the can.

Rising from the porcelain goddess, Stephanie Mac-Leland walked up to the bedroom window, admiring her reflection on the wall mirror along the way. Tall and fit, but curvy where it counted, Stephanie had a slimmed-down amazon look, one which she cultivated through long hours at the gym. Goodlife Fitness was her favorite workout spot in the Ottawa area, though she sometimes used the campus gym. Yeah, life was definitely good.

“Hello gorgeous,” came a deep masculine voice, and Stephanie gasped as a pair of rather strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around her waist. Omar stood behind her, his breath hot against the back of her head. Grinning, Stephanie thrust backwards, grinding her ample derriere against Omar’s groin, and she felt him rise to the occasion, so to speak. Turning around quite swiftly, Stephanie faced Omar, and grinned wickedly at him.

“Good morning, Doc,” Omar whispered into Stephanie’s ear, leaning closer, and she purred like a kitten. The two of them shared a kiss, and then, just like that, they began another round. Stephanie loved BDSM and liked to incorporate it into her sex life, but without the rigid rules that so many in that realm liked to be beholden to. Fortunately for her, Omar was down for whatever…

“Good morning, my sexy student, fancy some booty?” Stephanie said coyly, and Omar grinned, and then turned her around, bending her over the nearby sofa. Omar admired Stephanie’s thick and round white ass, and playfully smacked it. He’d always been a sucker for a female with a nice ass, and Stephanie Macke-Leland, the proverbial naughty professor, had the best ass in Canadian academia, hands down.

“Hmm, you were too wild last night, Stephanie, I need to teach malatya escort you a lesson,” Omar said, as he palmed Stephanie’s bottom, and she giggled softly. Last night, she went a bit far with the whole female domination/male submission thing, and for a moment, she was worried that Omar Stephens might not be able to keep up. That was so naughty of me, Stephanie thought, giggling.

“Sorry, Omar, but I’m not sorry, I was in dominatrix mode when I fucked your ass with my strap-on dildo,” Stephanie retorted, and Omar grinned nastily. Stephanie turned and looked into Omar’s eyes, even as she lay, supine, on the sofa, with her butt to him. Stephanie could tell that Omar was reliving the freaky and kinky things she’d done to him the night before…

“You’re one freaky bitch,” Omar said, somewhat angrily, slapping Stephanie’s pale ass, hard. Stephanie grinned, and Omar shook his head, recalling how she tied him up, laid him on his back and filled his ass with her strap-on dildo while stroking his big black dick. Stephanie absolutely enjoyed dominating Omar in this manner, showing the handsome black Muslim stud what blonde domination was all about…

“Let’s see if you can tame my ass the way I tamed yours,” Stephanie said softly, a challenge in her voice. Omar scoffed, and then proceeded to grasp Stephanie’s long blonde hair with one hand, yanking her head back, while smacking her thick pale ass with the other. Stephanie yelped as Omar spanked her ass, relishing the wicked pleasure and deliciously hot pain she felt in her bottom. Now that’s what I like, Stephanie thought, licking her lips.

“The things I’m going to do to that ass,” Omar Stephens replied, and then he went to town on Stephanie Macke-Leland, much to the freaky blonde academic’s sheer delight. Omar spanked Stephanie’s bare bottom, leaving shiny red marks on her thick white butt. Stephanie squealed as Omar spanked her with those big, strong hands of his. With her ass smarting from the slight pain and her pussy dripping, Stephanie Macke-Leland, worldly academic and naughty professor, çanakkale escort felt abase but alive…

“Fuck yeah,” Stephanie screamed, feisty to the end, and Omar grinned and kept smacking her ass. Afterwards, he put Stephanie on her knees and slapped her beautiful face…with his dick. Stephanie looked at the long and thick, dark dick which stood at attention, inches from her face, as menacing as a serpent, and oh-so irresistible. Without hesitation, Stephanie wrapped her lips around Omar’s dick, and began sucking him off.

“Hmm, I finally shut you up,” Omar said, smirking as Stephanie’s lovely blonde head bobbed up and down while sucking his dick. Stephanie flashed him a suggestive wink and continued working her magic on his fuck stick, getting him harder than a rock. Omar pulled Stephanie to her feet, and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. Stephanie was wild and crazy, as eager to take it as she was to dish it out. Omar saw pure freakiness in her eyes, and couldn’t get enough of her.

“Fuck me,” Stephanie demanded, and Omar nodded, and then entered her with one swift thrust. She gasped as Omar penetrated her, and then wrapped her legs around his torso, loving the exquisite, sensual pain she felt inside as his dick stabbed her cunt. Stephanie gritted her teeth as Omar began ramming his dick into her snatch, fucking her with wild abandon. Now that’s how I like to be fucked, Stephanie thought, loving Omar’s roughness.

“Shut up and take it,” Omar roared, gripping Stephanie’s hips with both hands as he rammed his dick into her pussy, making her squeal. Stephanie kept grinding her ass against Omar’s groin, driving his dick deeper into her cunt. Without caring about what her neighbors might be thinking of the noise, Stephanie howled like a woman possessed as Omar filled her pussy with his stiff dick, bruising her oh-so nicely in all the right spots.

“Hmm, that was fun, looks like I really motivated you, another perk of knowing me,” Stephanie said to Omar, grinning, as they headed to the shower together. As they stood under the warm water, talking and laughing, Omar looked at Stephanie, amazed by her wildness. If Omar Stephens had known that Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland were this wild, he would have hollered at her the first time he saw her at Canada’s Capital University, student/teacher fraternization rules be damned. I could get definitely used to this woman, Omar thought with a smile.

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Corbin had the best view in the world. In white shorts that just barely reached below her cheeks, Jessica’s taut, tiny bottom was right above face level. He couldn’t decide if her butt was the better view or her long legs, gleaming from a recent application of lotion.

She handed another action figure back to him, but Corbin was too entranced by thoughts of pulling those shorts down and tugging aside her barely-there thong to run his tongue from her bud to her pussy. Every night since she and their friend Brooke gave him fiery lessons on oral, Corbin demonstrated to Jessica with wild enthusiasm his new skills. Brooke hadn’t come around since, but Corbin didn’t really notice. He was trying to figure out where he and Jessica stood.

They promised each other pretty early on that this was a “friends with benefits” situation. Jess was fresh off a bad breakup and Corbin knew he wasn’t in her league. But still, he thought for a brief moment they might be rising towards something bigger. The same night of the oral lessons, Jessica came to him after Brooke had fallen asleep and they made love. Not fucked, but made love. It couldn’t be called anything else. Her words that night – “I missed you” – rang in his ears, drove him forward, made him grin each morning he woke up in her bed. But while they had at least a bout of intense sex every night she came back from a babysitting job or him from his duties at the sports complex, they never repeated the lovemaking.

He tried to initiate it himself the night afterwards, but Jessica took over, bouncing on his cock with an enthusiasm that bordered on manic. She fucked him until his groin actually hurt from her slamming down on him. That had been fun, as had all the sex since then, but he craved that intimacy too, and wondered if it might have been too ephemeral to hold onto.

They still had that one night, though, and he could cling to that for years if he had to.

“You’re staring again,” Jessica said, wiggling her butt.

“Yuuuuup,” Corbin agreed, grinning. He might have blushed just a week ago, but he knew by now Jessica liked him watching. He took the action figure from her and pinched her butt with his other hand. “Thinking about Brooke spanking you while you were sitting on her face.”

“Mmm, that was fun,” Jessica said as he dropped the action figure into a box. “Someday, one of us is going to have to teach you about anal.”

Corbin nearly choked, but managed to croak out, “We could, uh, definitely go over the course material tonight if you wanted.”

“Oh no. I’m saving that one. Special occasion or something. Or maybe just when I really can’t take the wait any longer.” She looked over her shoulder, grinning. “But I like it, just like Brooke, so once we do have it, I’ll be wanting it now and again.”

“I can… uh… I can handle that.”

“Thought you could.” She handed him another action figure.

Voices down the hallway broke out, Corbin’s roommate Sam among them. Corbin winced. He thought he could get this done while Sam was gone. He wasn’t sure his roommate would understand. Jessica told him with more women interested in him, it wasn’t just his looks or his way of dressing that needed an upgrade, but the way he presented himself, and that included his half of his dorm room.

Sam burst through the door, grinning until he saw what was going on. “What are you doing?”

“Hi Sam,” Corbin said, dropping another figure into the box.

“Hi,” Sam said. He repeated himself. “What are you doing? You’re not moving, are you?”

“No,” Corbin said. “You’re stuck with me. I’m taking down most my decorations. Time to let some of that stuff go, you know?”

Sam didn’t respond to that. He sat on his bed, glancing up at Jessica’s butt in her shorts as she grabbed another figure. Then he looked away, blushing. “Why?”

“Because things are kind of changing for me,” Corbin said. “I need to be, I don’t know, more presentable?”

“Oh. So this isn’t… presentable.”

“Sam,” Corbin said, sighing. Like he expected, this was tanking.

“Should I go?” Jessica asked.

“No, it’s all right,” Sam said.

Corbin added, “Your half of the room is fine. Sam, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want to change anything about you. But my stuff, it needs to go.” He took the last few action figures from Jessica.

“Sure,” Sam said, swinging his legs up onto his bed and crossing his ankles. “Are you getting rid of it?”

“I’m probably just going to pitch the posters unless you want them. The action figures I’m going to try to sell online.”

Sam shifted and looked at him. “Would you let me hang onto them? Just for a few months while I try to save up some money? Then if I can match whatever you’d get for them online, I’ll buy them from you?”

Corbin blinked at him. “Yeah. That would be all right. Did I piss you off?”

Jessica turned and plopped down on the bed. She kept quiet, watching the two roommates.

“No. Things are just… getting weird, I guess. I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I’m happy for you. Hey, um, want to play Ark urfa escort tonight?”

Corbin shook his head. “I can’t. I’m going to be helping out Jessica and her friends with putting on the scavenger hunt.” He was still unaware the Bends, the campus-wide party and scavenger hunt combo, was to raise money for repairs to his car and net him a little extra cash after some troubles he had with a couple of bullying football players.

“Did you want to come along?” Jessica asked. “We can always use more help and it’s a lot of fun.”

Sam stood up. “No. It’s okay.”

“There are always teams looking for another member, too,” Jessica said. “Could play along if you’ve got a little extra cash.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Sam said.

Corbin reached out to grasp his roommate’s shoulder. “Sam, come on, man, you’re obviously pissed.”

“No, I just don’t want to be invited to things out of pity. You got popular and that’s really awesome. It is. But I don’t want to be the roommate who stands around at the party because you have a really hot girlfriend.” Sam realized too late what he’d said and his eyes bulged. Without a word, he darted for the door and ran out of there.

Corbin sat on the bed next to Jessica. “Damn. I’m sorry. I thought this was going to blow up in my face.”

“We can put everything back up.”

“No,” he said. “I think you’re right. It’s time to be a little less childish.”

“That’s not what I said, Corbin.”

“But it is what you meant.”

She sighed. “Yes. I guess so. Are we really arguing about this? I just told you, I’d help you put it all back up. I’m not trying to dictate your life. I’m just trying to help you be the man you have the potential to be.”

“But the man I am isn’t enough,” he said.

“Uhhh-gain, not what I said,” Jessica said.

“And uhhhh-gain, it’s what you meant,” Corbin said, imitating her.

“Okay.” Jessica headed for the door but spun and looked at him before she left. “You know what? You can go to the scavenger hunt alone tonight. When you’re not acting like an asshole, give me a call.”

“If you’re not going, I’m not.”

“You have to.”

“I don’t care about getting stupidly drunk and trying to get a picture kicking a field goal or something.”

“No, you don’t understand. You. Have. To. Go.”

“Why?” Corbin asked.

“Because you’re the stupid guest of honor, you… you…” She balled up her hands and hit her thighs.

“Guest of honor?” Corbin asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Urrrrrgh. Can you just not make me spoil everything and go? Please?”

“Jessica, what-?”

But she was already going, and slammed the door behind her.

* * *

“Goddamn it, Corbin,” Jessica muttered to herself, trying to settle into her side-reclining leg lift. Usually yoga was her happy place and helped her relax, but today, she was in serious danger of pulling something.

How could he be so thick-headed? After she came home from babysitting the night before, it was still early enough they could talk after they fucked. She introduced him to one of her favorite positions, on her knees on the couch, her ass jutting out while he rammed her from behind with one foot up on the couch beside her. He took her so deep and so hard that way, and obviously it was good for him too.

Jessica nearly begged him to rip off the condom and come in her. Ever since they made love the night of Corbin’s oral lessons, she couldn’t shake the images of the last few frantic minutes of that lifechanging sex, of the growing need inside her for Corbin to come without a condom, to fill her with his warmth. She had to get her IUD reupped. It hadn’t been all that long but the fantasy held a dangerous sway over her mind and she knew herself well enough to realize she would probably beg Corbin for it at some point, and him being him, he would happily fulfill her fantasy even if he had to know the risk.

But last night, after they fell apart and crashed on the couch beside each other, both of them sweaty and breathless, Corbin looked around and said, “You know, I really like how you decorated this place.”

All her meaningful photographs were upstairs, the ones with friends and family. Downstairs, in the living room, Jessica decorated with relatively cheap art she found at a Ross’s. Landscapes, mostly, but there was a trio of tree paintings she really liked in particular.

“Thanks.”

“It looks… grown-up.” He chuckled. “Not that you aren’t. Just… it suits you.”

“We could do something similar with your dorm room, if you want.”

“I like my action figures,” he protested good-naturedly.

She grinned. “Oh yeah, it’s definitely awesome… if you were looking to hang out with twelve-year-olds.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m just saying, imagine enticing Dr. Windsor back there and getting her in your bed so she can get some good loving and stare up at Dr. Dementor.”

“Doctor Doom,” he said, swatting her butt when she stood up. “I know it looks… well… yeah, like a kid’s balıkesir escort room.”

She headed for the kitchen and he hefted himself up and followed. “It’s like anything else, Corbin. Sex is half the equation. You’re already good at that. The other half is presentation. I have friends who would walk into that room, laugh, and walk out, no matter how big your dick is.”

“Is it that bad?” he asked as she fetched a glass jar full of sun tea out of the fridge.

“It’s pretty bad,” she said, grinning. “I can help you upgrade it, if you want.”

He collected a pair of glasses from the dishwasher and she poured them both a cup. Finally, Corbin said, “All right. Let’s do it. We’ll get rid of the action figures and the posters.”

“We should maybe get you new sheets, too.”

“Those are from my grandmother!” he said.

“They’re flower print. I don’t know how better to convince you. They. Are. Flower. Print. I think your grandmother was trolling you.”

Now, after their fight, Jessica moved from pose to pose, thinking about their dumb argument. She knew it was dumb. She felt in her bones they weren’t going to be mad at each other long, but damn it, she was helping him become a man, not a toy-collecting zit-faced teenager who-

Her doorbell rang. She dropped her leg and stood upright, muttering under her breath. She wanted to punch someone.

It was Brooke in a white skirt and a pink spaghetti-strap top that left her stomach bare and her cleavage on full display. Jessica eyeballed her like a T-bone steak.

“Hey, you. Thought I’d come by a little early and-“

Jessica grabbed her by the arm and jerked her inside. “I need someone to fuck and you’re it.”

“Well, okay,” Brooke said as Jessica slammed the door shut behind her. The black-haired beauty dropped to her knees right there in front of Brooke and shoved the blonde back to the door. “Wow, you’re really-” Jessica shot her hand up and yanked down Brooke’s bikini briefs. “Yup, we’re doing this right here. I like the enthusiasm.”

“Oh my God, shut up and let me lick your pussy,” Jessica growled.

Brooke giggled helplessly and raised the front of her skirt up for Jessica. Unlike their lessons teaching Corbin to go down on a woman, this was pure frantic fun. Jessica buried her mouth against Brooke’s cunt, driving her tongue deep and flicking it up towards her clit. That magic little button got some attention from fingers on one hand. She played it with sharp little tweaks and flicks as her tongue and mouth shot up and down the length of Brooke’s pussy.

Brooke used the time well too. She slid the shoulder down on her top, letting one nipple slip free. This she cupped as she watched Jessica’s dark, angry eyes stare back up at her. She might have been surprised at the suddenness of Jessica’s desires but she threw herself into it, one leg coming up and over Jessica’s shoulder, giving the other woman more room to lick and play.

Jessica waggled her tongue side to side, then back up and down, finding the pleasure centers Brooke really liked and going for broke. One hand stayed at the other woman’s clit, the other shot up to pinch and squeeze the tit the blonde wasn’t playing with.

“Oh fuck, Jessica,” Brooke whimpered. “Lick my pussy, slut.”

Jessica chuckled darkly into Brooke’s folds and did just that. Her own slit demanded attention but she was saving that. She wanted to ride that edge for later, for Shea and whoever else Billy and his girlfriend had lined up to escort her around during the scavenger hunt. She wanted to do some dirty, nasty shit that night and she wanted to be fucked good and proper. True, Corbin was absolutely amazing at that, but she’d been letting her guard down way too often around him lately. No getting hurt, she told herself, her chin dripping Brooke.

Corbin. Goddamn Corbin.

“Nnnn, right there, flick my clit, flick it hard,” Brooke begged. Jessica did, getting mean with it, then she swapped her fingers for her lips and her tongue, sucking and licking her little clit while she pumped Brooke full of three fingers, then four. The other woman’s foot kicked her back reflexively, her eyes bulging as Jessica’s slim fingers filled her completely. Jessica was going to make Brooke come faster than Corbin. Take THAT, asshole.

“Jesssss,” Brooke moaned. “Oh Jess, oh, oh, fuck…”

Jessica slurped on her clit and sucked it back down. Her hand on Brooke’s clothed tit yanked the fabric down, snapping the thin strap. She shot up to her feet to suck the nipple into her mouth, still pumping the other woman’s cunt. Brooke roped her leg around Jessica’s and stared down at her, mouth agape, cheeks brilliantly red. Her thighs were so damp, so messy, and she came with a wordless cry. A sharp jolt made her back arch and Jessica rose up higher, kissing Brooke, sucking in her tongue as she still finger-fucked the other woman.

“Good, good, so, nnngh, good, but Jess, we gotta get ready, we gotta goooo,” Brooke moaned.

“Nuh uh. We’re staying here. Screw trabzon escort the Bends. Stupid Corbin. I don’t need him. I just need this pussy.”

Brooke reached down and grabbed her hand. A tiny smile played at her face as she slowly pulled Jessica’s fingers free. “Ahhh, that’s what’s got you riled up.”

“He’s an asshole!”

“What did he do?”

“Okay, so he’s not… you know, a Kenny level asshole, but he’s a buttface jerkwad jerking… jerk.” Jessica stormed away, heading for the stairs. “Come on, we’ll get you a different shirt.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Brooke said, sounding all too amused for Jessica’s liking. “So? What did he do?”

“He wanted me to help him clean up his room. When I did, he got upset with me.”

“Clean up his…? Nuh uh. Try again. Details. I need details.”

Jessica filled Brooke in as she dug through her closet. They found a tank about in Brooke’s size, and she tugged it on.

“So, to recap,” Brooke said, teasing her blonde waves with Jessica’s comb as Jessica leaned against the wall, “you told the really great guy you’re with that he could be an even greater guy if he got rid of some of what makes him who he is.”

“That’s not… urgh…”

Brooke continued like Jessica hadn’t said anything. “He agrees, you help him, then he has doubts and you double down?”

“Come on, he had action figures and anime posters on the wall.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Brooke said, turning and giving Jessica a devious grin she wanted to slap off the other woman’s face. Or… well… ride until Jessica came all over her mouth. “But he’s going through some big changes. You know?”

“You are so not supposed to take his side. You’re supposed to be all, ‘Jess, mm hm, you are so right,’ and ‘damn, I should totally chew his butt out tonight.'”

“Well, I think you two are being adorable,” Brooke said, and kissed the tip of Jessica’s nose. “Your first fight as a couple.”

“We are not a couple!”

“Mm hm.” Brooke’s voice went soft and breathy. “‘I missed you.'”

“A, shut up. You weren’t supposed to hear that. B, we’re still just friends with benefits. I’m going to be riding Shea like a cowboy in a few hours if there’s any goodness left in the world. And maybe someone else too. Billy didn’t tell you who my other escort was, did he?”

“Nope, but Bethani did. I might have even told you, but you’re not going, right?”

Jessica glared at her, then huffed. “Corbin’s still a jerk.”

“Maybe,” Brooke said serenely. “So does that mean you changed your mind again?”

They stared at one another for a long moment, then Jessica’s lips quirked upwards. “Let me brush my teeth.” She jabbed Brooke in the boob. “But we’re not a couple.”

“Uh huh.”

* * *

Corbin didn’t see Sam when he came back from classes that afternoon. After shaving and dressing in a pair of khakis and a black tee, he wrote out a night telling his roommate to come by the parking lot of Riverton Hall if he wanted to check out the scavenger hunt.

He tried calling Jessica, mostly to apologize, but also just to hear her voice. She didn’t pick up. That stung, but there was nothing he could do about it. She had a point. His dorm had looked like a child’s playroom. Now it seemed presentable, even classy, insofar as a dorm room could be considered classy. The sheets Jessica gave him were a sleek, simple gray with a feel like silk. The walls were barren, but he realized now that looked pretty okay. Not every surface needed to be covered in some ridiculous promotion of fandom.

But while the personal changes he made felt like discovering a new side of himself, this carried weight to it. He didn’t want Sam to feel like he was being left in the lurch.

He sighed, unsure how to make it better, and left the note propped on Sam’s pillow.

The dorm was a good half-mile walk, giving him a little time to think. More and more people around campus recognized him now that he was sorta kinda dating Jessica Nakamura, though their hellos when he passed sent him into a darker funk. He should be walking with her. She was the only reason people really liked him.

The thought was ugly and unlike him. Corbin knew he struck it lucky with his friendship-with-benefits with Jessica but there was Brooke, and she genuinely seemed to like him too. And Sandra, that clerk at the department store he hooked up with as sort of a strange test run of his newfound confidence, she mentioned offhandedly their sex was the best she ever had. Maybe she was stroking his ego but even so, that was still a pretty big compliment.

Jessica was great, and late at night, when he held her to him, he thought maybe he was in love. But nearly every day she worked in a reminder that they were just friends, even if it was the most confusing “just friends” in the history of the term. He wanted to tell her his feelings but Corbin knew that would sink their friendship, and that was more important to him than his gut instinct to tell her…

No. The words, that he loved Jessica, were too hard to hold onto. He had to get used to the idea that this was temporary.

A four-seater golf cart headed down the road he walked beside. The cute blonde in the driver’s seat might occupy a much smaller place in his heart than Jessica, but he still warmed to the sight of Brooke, as he always did. She honked and pulled to a stop next to him, grinning.

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My husband’s blue balls are progressing nicely. I haven’t permitted him to ejaculate for 41 days now, since we switched roles, making me the dominant and him the slave. His testicles are distended with their load, hanging heavy and hard in my hand.

I give them another hard squeeze for a few seconds, eliciting a moan from the man to whom they are attached. Satisfied, I withdraw my hand and they hang pendulously between his legs again.

His penis is encased in a hard metal cage. An unforgiving stainless steel tube clamped snugly over the shaft of his penis. I had the cage custom made for him before we were married, and the corona of his circumcised cock sits precisely on the opening of the tube, bulging outwards from the metal and bulging back over it slightly. A ridged wire mesh fits over the end, precisely following the contours of the glans, the purple flesh of which is pressing through the gaps as though trying to escape.

Adam – that’s my husbands name – is prevented from getting an erection by the downward curvature of the tube and the constriction of the cage. A red gem at the end of the device serves as a grip for unscrewing the plug from the end of the contraption, which currently sits in his urethra, preventing unauthorised ejaculation (if that were possible) or urination. The plug sits just a centimetre or so inside his urethra. I would use something longer and more invasive if I could but as his cock is being forced into a curve, this is the longest I can use without causing damage.

He doesn’t know it yet but the plug is about to come out, and not only to allow him to empty his bladder this time. I’ve just found out I must go way for a couple of nights on business and Adam can’t come with me. This means he’ll be alone, unattended and – for safety reasons – in possession of the key to his genital prison.

I wish I could trust him not to masturbate while I’m gone, but he’s only a man, and no man could withstand 6 weeks of abstinence voluntarily. Certainly not considering the level of teasing I’ve subjected him to. Walking around the apartment naked when it suited me or going braless in thin white T-shirt’s, my large erect nipples showing through.

I can’t leave his cock locked up in chastity, and I can’t trust him not to relieve himself of the swollen blue balls I’ve spent the last month and a half cultivating, so I have to compromise. I’m going to drain him completely of every drop of cum. I’ll empty him entirely, testicles, prostate and every tube and vessel in between. I’m going to extract more than his body would normally allow by manipulating the regulating mechanisms of his ejaculatory system. I’m going to render him incapable of giving himself an orgasm or ejaculating for the entire period of my absence. mardin escort Fuck: he’ll be lucky if his dick works at all for a week after I’m through, and he’ll be back in his chastity device long before that.

Milking him of everything while inflicting the minimum amount of pleasure possible will take some skill. Ideally I want each forced ejaculation to cause anguish rather than pleasure. I have to be realistic though: some of the process will unavoidably feel good, but it will just be an overture to a series of agonising ruined orgasms. He’ll be left frustrated each time I wrench a cumshot from him. More desperate for release but less able to get there.

I need his cooperation though. Everything has to be optimal. I tell him that I’m going to be milking him, and I need him to fill the cup I produce. If he manages it I’ll take 2 days off his time being my slave and I’ll be at his mercy two days earlier. It’s an easy promise to make: there’s no way I’ll let him fill that cup.

I have three hours before I have to think about packing and leaving so it’s time to get started. I unscrew the urethra plug and pull it out, eliciting the usual gasp from Adam. It draws out a string of precum – he’s in a constant state of arousal after so long locked up. After taking him to the bathroom I lead him to the frame we have set up in the bedroom and he stands tall for me as I tie his hands above his head.

I seat myself comfortably to the side of him and pull the key to the cage out of my cleavage (a little visual trick I’ve been saving for the right occasion). He’s virtually panting with excitement at the sight.

The key slips into the lock and I pause for a minute, weighing his testicles in my hand. They’re substantially larger and heavier than normal. They must ache so much. This thought and the feeling of their weight in my hand is turning me on. I’ve always had a fetish for blue balls on the men I abuse – particularly in the man I chose as my husband. Such a shame to ruin them, but never mind. This is going to be fun I suppose.

The key turns with a click and the cage pops open. I pull the tube away, but leave the metal ring around his cock and balls. His dick instantly springs to life. He’s nearly fully hard already. His cock is large and thick. A factor he likes to use to full advantage when his turn as dominant comes.

He made me take all 8 inches of it in my ass every day for the entire three months of my slavery last time. Some times more than once a day. My pussy was used for his amusement in other ways… No time for reminiscing about that now. I have work to do.

I made him give himself an enema about half an hour ago so he knows to expect me to violate his asshole van escort in some way. I’m going to start the process of draining him by milking his prostate as this is the least pleasurable – and most humiliating- method of inducing ejaculation for him.

I lube my finger and insert it inside him, probing for the spongy bulb of his prostate. I find it easily as it’s distended with unspent fluid. He’s so desperate for relief he’s actually backing his ass into my finger! Relief isn’t what I’m trying to achieve here.

I start to press the gland with my finger, just gently at first. Within 30 seconds a steady stream of white seminal fluid is dripping from his now throbbing cock. He’s making straining noises, not sure if he likes the sensation of being milked from the inside.

As fun as milking Adam like this is, I know it’s not achieving the goal of emptying his testicles. For that I need to stimulate – but not pleasure – his cock. With my finger in his asshole I’ll be able to feel his contractions and gauge how close he is to orgasm, and importantly – make sure he doesn’t.

His penis feels solid and hot in my hand as I start teasing and I can feel his racing pulse throbbing through it. Gripping the shaft with my free hand I start to run my thumb along the frenulum, treating it like I would a clit. He starts to pant almost instantly and is letting out strained fussing noises after a few seconds. When he starts to thrust into my hand I stop.

“You know that’s not allowed, Adam!”

I take a hard swipe at his low hanging balls with an open hand. He yelps and his knees go out but he’s held up by the wrist restraints. When he recovers I’m impressed to note he’s managed to fully maintain his erection.

He knows better than to ask for mercy. That would cost him an extra day of his servitude, and lose him a day of mine.

When I start stimulating his cock again he manages to keep still. I’m rubbing his frenulum and tapping on the swollen prostate with my inserted finger in tendem. The stream of precum has started again. It’s drip drip dripping loudly on the tiled floor at Adam’s feet. He doesn’t endure this treatment for long before the first spasms start, his internal muscles squeezing down on my finger.

Adam’s holding his breath, poised for his first orgasm in 6 weeks (last time he came he would have been unloading into my asshole or down my throat). He thinks I’m going to let him cum! At precisely the point of no return I stop. I wait. To my delight, Adam actually cries out with disappointment and effort as his first ruined orgasm pumps a load of thick hot semen across the room in a powerful jet.

“You missed the cup”

After this first explosion it continues to stream ankara escort slowly out of him for what seems like an impossibly extended period. The whole time Adam is groaning and writhing in a kind of pain, as though he’s in labour. Finally he finishes. We start the game again.

I use the same technique again after a moments rest and another few minutes pass before the familiar contractions start. He’s trying to hide his approaching orgasm but his muscles don’t lie. He’s silent when I stop this time and for a moment I think I’ve misjudged it and nothing is going to happen. Just as I’m about to start tentative stroking again he tenses suddenly and a second stream of cum starts pouring out of him – this time directly into the cup – and Adam sags in his restraints. Panting gently.

Round 3. I lube up my hand and reinsert my finger. This time I start wanking his shaft properly as more stimulation is needed (his balls have lost a little of their former volume). He seems to like it but there’s not much I can do at this point. I’ll have to address this later.

It doesn’t take long before I have to reduce the stimulation down to frenulum rubbing again. I edge him to a third ruined load which lands in the cup again and I praise him for his marksmanship.

When he’s finished he looks at me pleadingly as I laugh at my own joke

“I’m done now. Please don’t make me do it again, baby…”

“I can stop, but it’ll cost you four days, Honey. Your choice.”

I interpret his silence as the instruction to carry on and he can’t help himself as I start stroking his cock again. In that moment he does want me to do it again.

I continue subjecting him to this for another hour or so. I inflict four more ruined orgasms in that time. Each one is slightly less productive than the last, but seem to cause Adam more effort and frustration, or whatever it is he’s feeling, as his contractions pump more and more ejaculate out of him.

“How does that feel, Honey?”

No response from him.

I’m starting to get bored, although the increasingly desperate noises he’s making are still making me quite wet.

“Got any more in there for me?”

I’m not sure he has. His prostate still feels quite firm though so I concentrate on milking him from the inside for a while longer, and I’m rewarded with the patter of more fluid running into the cup.

Only when he’s finally spent and I’m sure he’s physiologically incapable of ejaculating do I finally stop.

Adam still hasn’t been allowed the relief that an orgasm would bring, in spite of having his balls completely drained and his tired prostate rendered entirely spent he’s still partially erect.

I force his cock back down the metal tube and snap everything back into place, finishing off by reinserting and screwing in the urethra plug. I’m not going to bother with the lock, I don’t think he’ll need it locking up now until I return from my trip. There’s just enough time before I go to make him bring me to orgasm with his to tongue. His penis will be useless to me now anyway.

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I often envy my friends here in metropolitan Ottawa, for the endless freedom that they enjoy. Of course, I never tell them this. They see me walking by, the tall, plump Arab gal with the hijab and long skirt, and they think they’re so different from me. As if I don’t have romantic or sexual fantasies, as if I don’t have needs. They forget that I am a woman underneath it all. I have body image issues and anxiety and worries just like all women, just like all human beings. All they see is my religion, my foreigner and my otherness. I’m a woman from another faith and another ethnicity, not another planet.

In the Capital region of Canada, I am and always will be the other. Let me tell you a bit about myself, if you please. My name is Salma Sharif, and I was born in the City of Dhurma, Saudi Arabia. In the summer of 2011, I moved to Canada and experienced a brand new world. I knew that living in the West would be different from everything I’d ever known in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but this place still caught me by surprise. I saw women in police and military uniforms at the Ottawa International Airport, and I also saw people from all over the place.

In the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, we have a few Africans and Asians living among us, mostly as hired labor, but for the most part, non-Arabs are rare inside the Kingdom. In Canada I saw so many Africans, Asians, Hispanics, Arabs and others that I was stunned. The great white north wasn’t as white as I thought it would be. I saw women wearing hijabs in the streets of the Capital, and smiled. My parents, Kasim and Aisha Sharif, had many misconceptions about Canada and Western society in general. To believe my father, women in the West went around naked and the men went around drinking and fighting all day.

I quickly learned that just like many Muslims from distant lands have misconceptions about the West, many Westerners have misconceptions about us. It goes both ways. It’s human nature to fear those they don’t understand. Since I decided to make a home for myself in the City of Ottawa, I would have to adapt to its ways. I enrolled at Carleton University, opting to study civil engineering. I’ve always been good at mathematics and sciences, subjects which men worldwide consider to be their exclusive domain. In the West, men often underestimate women’s abilities mersin escort just like they do in the Muslim world. The human species is a flawed one, what can I say? Still, God made us all whether we are Black or White, Jewish, Christian or Muslim. God is perfect and we are not. So we must take life one day at a time.

I decided to live in my own apartment rather than share a room with a student. I found an apartment in the Bronson Avenue area, about a mile from campus. It cost eight hundred dollars a month but I could afford it. My parents have money, for which I am thankful. They sent me to study in Canada because the world is changing and more and more women are entering the workforce even in Saudi Arabia. Time waits for no man or woman, no matter how conservative your mindset. I decided to make the most of my time here in Canada, and by 2012, I had completed a bachelor’s degree in civil engineering.

How did I complete my university studies so quickly? I had been lucky in that my credits from the King Abdullah University of Science and Technology had been accepted by Carleton University. It’s a Western-style school back home with a lot of American and European teachers. It’s the only place in Saudi Arabia where women may drive or wear western clothing. The King Abdullah University of Science and Technology is like a small city in its own way. My academic advisors were surprised by that when I told them. Otherwise they would have made me start my studies from scratch. I decided to stick around and continue with my education. I also decided to apply for my permanent residency in Canada because paying international fees at Carleton University isn’t easy. International students like myself pay three times what the Canadian students pay. Does that seem fair to you? I don’t think so.

After completing my bachelor’s degree in civil engineering at Carleton University, I opted to stay in Ottawa for the summer and take summer courses instead of going home to Saudi Arabia. I got myself a part-time job to occupy myself on weekends. When you’re a foreigner living in the Confederation of Canada, even the simplest things become super complicated. In order to get a cell phone, I had to show them my passport, my social insurance number, a document with my address on kocaeli escort it and my credit card. I signed up for the student plan with TELUS mobility. Even though I had a civil engineering degree from an accredited Canadian school, no company would hire me because I was still not a Canadian citizen or even a permanent resident. I looked for work far and wide, and even those companies willing to hire me frowned once they found out I was still an international student and not ‘one of their own’.

You see, in Canada the discrimination is systemic rather than purely racial. Canadians of European descent don’t like you if you’re Black, Asian, Arab, Hispanic, Aboriginal or anything other than White. They’re polite about it, but they don’t like those of us who are different from them. I am five-foot-ten, plump and bronze-skinned, and I wear the hijab and a long skirt when I leave my apartment. I always get stared at. I am always polite to the Canadians, I wish they would extend me the same courtesy. I’ve been called a terrorist bitch, an invader, a towel head and a rag head by random people on the street. Always I happily flipped them the bird, which surprised them. I guess that in their minds, Muslim women are supposed to be weak and submissive. Little do they know that I submit to the Will of God, not that of ordinary mortals. There is a BIG difference between the two!

While at school, I met someone who changed my perception of Canadians. I’m referring of course to my good friend Khalid “Kal” Suleiman, a big and tall young Black man I ran into at Carleton University. The tall, broad-shouldered young man with the light brown skin, curly black hair and pale green eyes took my breath away. We ran into each other in the library, and we just started talking. He was mixed, as I surmised when I first laid eyes on him. His father is Ethiopian and his mother is White, originally from Ireland. He was born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, and transferred to Carleton University from Seneca College. Did I mention he was well-spoken, charming and also simply beautiful? I was smitten with the brother from the get-go. What? Are you surprised? Aren’t I a woman? Geez!

That day, over the course of a LONG conversation, Khalid and I got to know one another. He was Muslim, but not samsun escort very religious. Oh, and he used to date a Lebanese Christian gal named Catherine Abdullah, according to his Facebook profile. So, he likes Arab women, eh? Good to know! Kal and I became friends, and over the course of summer school, we grew very close. Now, observant Muslim women are supposed to live with either their husbands or their families. I didn’t have either. I was all alone in Canada with no friends. Women from my faith are supposed to be guarded in our dealings with men but something about Kal appealed to be and made me feel safe. That’s why I crossed certain boundaries by hanging out with him. He asked me to go to the movies with him and I agreed. I had fun, and he was great company. That’s how it all began between us.

One afternoon, we sat inside the Saint Laurent Mall, eating some delicious Manchu Wok ( chicken and rice, with garlic ribs ) when something happened. Honestly, I’m not sure how exactly it happened but, um, I grabbed Kal and started kissing him. One minute Kal and I were sitting together, discussing a book we were reading. Leo Africanus by Amin Maalouf, the adventures of a legendary Moorish diplomat, explorer and traveler of Afro-Arabian descent. How we went from that to kissing? I’ll never know. I just grabbed Kal and planted a big kiss on him. Though surprised by my gesture, he kissed me back, passionately. When we stopped to breathe, Kal and I smiled at each other and giggled. Wow, I thought. His lips were soft and gentle. I had never kissed anyone before, to tell you the truth. I always thought male lips would be hard and rough but Kal wasn’t what I expected. He was different…better.

So there we sat, two good friends who just French kissed. A young woman from Saudi Arabia and an Ethiopian-Canadian Muslim man. Kal reached for my hand and entwined it with his. I looked at our hands on the table, and smiled. What do we do now? Kal looked me in the eyes and told me he liked me, that he’d had feelings for me for a long time, he just wasn’t sure what to do about them. I smiled and smilingly confessed that I had feelings for me too. Truth be told, I cared for Kal and liked him very much. I just didn’t think he thought of me that way. Most young Muslim men from immigrant backgrounds in Canada prefer White girls because Muslim women immigrants are thought to be boring, conservative and allergic to fun. Kal brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I smiled as a tingle ran down my spine. Let’s give this a shot, I said, wherever it may take us. Kal grinned, and we kissed again. Thus began the first romantic relationship of my life.

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Galen picked Ryan up from school. It was the third time either he or Kate had been called to the principal’s office in the past two weeks. This time it had been for fighting. The last time it was for acting up in class. They were at a loss over this new behavior and had been advised to have Ryan speak with a child psychiatrist.

Sitting over their dinner of spaghetti and meatballs Galen tried drawing Ryan out with no success. Ryan had turned from an idolizing, chubby faced kid, to a surly belligerent pre-teen almost overnight. He needed help and only knew one place to turn for it.

“Hi Ewan, it’s Galen.”

Raija looked at the message left by the receptionist and wondered if she should call. It had been six months since her trip to Las Vegas for Ewan and Aisha’s wedding.

“MicroTek enterprises, Galen Dunne speaking.”

Raija smiled as she listened to his deep voice accentuated by his Texas twang.

“Galen, this is Raija. Returning your call.”

Galen had thought that he would be much more nervous than he was. He was glad to hear her voice, but more so because of the favor he needed.

“Ah, thanks for calling me back. Listen, I need your professional assistance. You work with troubled kids and well; we’ve got a troubled kid on our hands.” He mentally kicked himself as he knew that he should have at least asked her how she was doing.

Raija put away lingering thoughts of Galen in her bed. As Galen told her about the recent problems with Ryan she picked up on his love for the child.

“Galen, I’m not a psychologist or a social worker. What I do with kids is different.”

“I know, it’s just that you spend time talking to them, finding out what they want and I thought.”

“Okay, listen, I can meet with Ryan anytime this week or at some point this weekend.”

“Great. When and where.”

Raija gave Galen directions to her office and a time to meet in two days. When she hung up the phone she called Aisha.

“Hey girl. I just got a call from Galen.”

“Ewan mentioned that he called looking for your number. What’s going on?”

“He and Kate are having problems with Ryan, they’ve asked me to talk to him and see if I can help him.”

“Are you going to?”

“Of course, when have I ever been able to turn down a child?”

“Yeah, I know, but.”

“Yeah.”

What went unsaid was that once Raija met with Ryan, there couldn’t be anything between Galen and Raija. She couldn’t break Ryan’s trust. Raija wasn’t sure if Galen knew or cared, but she did.

Bright and early Saturday morning Raija headed for her office. On the way she stopped to pick up pastries, juice and coffee.

Raija had been in the office for ten minutes when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door and found a petite redheaded woman and a red-haired young boy who strongly favored the woman. Standing directly behind them was Galen.

“Hi there. Come in.”

The Dunne family entered the reception area warily. “I’m Raija Montemayor and you must be Ryan.” She spoke directly to Ryan who giggled. She raised her eyebrows at him in question.

“What kind of name is Montemayor?”

“I’m Latina and my last name is Peruvian, just like your last name is Irish.”

“But you look black.”

At that last comment his parents looked mortified and started apologizing to her.

Raija stopped them. “It’s okay.” Again looking directly at Ryan she said, “I’m black and Latina. You didn’t know that there were black people all over the world?”

Ryan looked at her in surprise. “No, all the Hispanic kids at school are brown.”

She winked at him, “well hang out with me for a while kid and you’ll learn a lot you didn’t know.”

She showed Ryan to her office and closed the door. She turned to his parents and asked, “So you’ve told Ryan why he’s here?”

Kate spoke up first, “yes, we told him that you work with kids who may be struggling and that you just want to help him.”

Galen was quiet and when she received no response from him, she turned back to Kate. “I plan on spending about thirty minutes with Ryan today, just talking. You do both understand that this isn’t a quick fix. He probably won’t want to do much talking today. Are you guys planning on staying around?”

Kate answered again, “If you don’t mind, we thought that we’d just sit out here, unless you think differently.”

“Tell you what, there’s a new café on the corner, they serve a great breakfast. Why don’t the two of you go on down and we’ll walk down and meet you when we’re done.”

Leaving them in the reception area, she walked into her office.

Galen sat staring out the glass front of the café. Raija had been right, the café served great food.

“Galen, did you hear me?”

In honesty he hadn’t. He was busy wondering what Ryan was telling Raija. “Sorry Kate, what were you saying?”

She frowned at him, “How do you know her?” Galen thought there was a hint of jealousy in her voice, which, considering their marriage, was ridiculous. He’d known over the years about various relationships that she’d had. They’d never amounted gaziantep escort to much and he’d never cared as long as it didn’t impact Ryan.

“She’s the cousin of Ewan’s wife Aisha. I met her at their wedding and called Ewan to get her information.”

Kate considered Galen for a second. She knew that he’d never stepped outside the bounds of their marriage and she wasn’t sure why. As far as she was concerned, sex was sex and didn’t need to lead to anything more.

Twenty minutes later Galen spied Ryan and Raija walking down the sidewalk. Ryan was staring down at the ground as he walked while Raija talked non-stop.

Stepping into the café Raija looked around. Finding his parents she waved goodbye to Ryan and walked out.

Galen ran out of the café after her.

“What’s going on? What did he say?”

She smiled at Galen. “We talked in general, about what he likes to do, school, the usual getting to know you stuff.” She sighed deeply, “I told you this wasn’t an instant solution or process. If anything serious or threatening to Ryan is going on, I’ll let you and Kate know, otherwise, I’m here to help Ryan, not you and your wife. Ryan has the appointment card for next week.”

With that, she walked away.

Every Saturday for a month, she met with Ryan. Sometimes Kate dropped him off, sometimes his father but never since the first time did they both come with him.

During their fifth meeting they made some headway.

“So Ryan, have you talked to your parents yet.”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know what to say to them.”

“That’s understandable but how long do you think you can go on without having some answers? All you can do is tell them how you feel and see what happens.?”

“Can’t you talk to them for me?”

“Nope, kiddo, we’ve talked about his before. I’ll go with you if you need me to, but I can’t do this for you.”

“You know how it hurts less when you just rip the band-aid off than if you peel it real slow? That’s what I should do huh?”

“Ryan, sometimes ripping it off causes more damage, even if it’s not immediately felt.”

“So, why are you all dressed up Ms. Montemayor?”

Raija could swear that Ryan just liked saying her name. He’d never called her Raija although he’d been invited to do just that on more than one occasion.

“I’ve got a date.”

“In the middle of the day?”

“Yep, we’re going to brunch. Brunch is an odd combination of breakfast and lunch.”

“What do you think will happen when I talk to them?”

“I don’t know, but your parents are adults. They can handle anything you throw at them and will love you all the more.”

“Okay, next weekend then, we can talk to them.”

“If that’s what you’d like.”

“Okay kiddo, I think someone’s here to get you.”

Ryan and Raija walked into the reception area to find Galen standing staring out the window. Galen turned to Ryan and asked him to wait in the car for a moment.

“So how’s it going?”

“Good. Both you and Kate need to be here next weekend; Ryan is ready to talk to you.”

Galen sat down in one of the plush chairs in the waiting area with his head in his hands. “Do you know what he wants to talk to us about?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think I can do this. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

Raija sat down next to him. “You’ve done a lot in the past nine years that I bet you never thought you would or could. Don’t worry about this. He loves the two of you more than you can imagine.”

Raija looked at her watch and stood up.

“Am I keeping you?”

“I do have plans and I’m sure Ryan is wondering what’s keeping you. See you next weekend.”

The following weekend arrived well before Raija would have liked. Despite the fact that it needed to be done, Raija didn’t want to see any of the Dunne family in the pain that would surely surface today.

At 10 a.m. she ushered them into her office. Ryan had a look of trepidation on his face and Raija gave him a conspiratorial smile.

“We’re here because Ryan wanted to get some things off his chest and I’d ask that you listen, without jumping in or trying to your side of things. Just listen.”

Galen and Kate looked at Ryan expectantly.

Taking a noticeable breath, Galen started. “First I want to say I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately. I know it hasn’t been much fun putting up with me.” He looked at his parents and his lower lip trembled. “I overheard Aunt Valerie talking to grandma a couple of months ago. She was saying that she thought it was interesting that all the men born into the family had the same birthmark, in the same place on their bodies.”

Galen looked crestfallen. “Ryan.”

Ryan ignored him and continued. “I looked for a long time to see if I had the birthmark at all, maybe on some other part of my body. But I don’t.” Tears began spilling down his cheeks. “Am I adopted?”

Kate rushed forward, “Of course you’re not adopted Ryan. Honey your father and I love you very much.”

He interrupted her, “Then why don’t I have konya escort the birthmark.”

At that simple question, Raija could see them struggle with the choice of continuing to lie, perhaps spinning some fantastic yarn about there being one Dunne male born every 100 years without the birthmark, or telling him the truth.

Truth won out.

Raija left the family in her office as Kate and Galen started telling Ryan the truth.

Two hours later Raija returned to the office to find Kate and Ryan wrapped in Galen’s arms.

At 9 pm that night, Raija’s phone rang.

“Hello.”

Silence on the other end. “Raija.” She heard the pain and weariness in his voice.

“Galen. Is Ryan okay?”

“Yeah?” Galen wanted to lash out and strike someone with his anger and despair. He wanted to ask if Ryan was all she cared about, but knew it wasn’t fair. He’d spoken with Ewan and Aisha before he ever called Raija and knew that once she decided to talk with Ryan that anything else was out of the question.

“So what do we do now? How do we make it better for him?”

“I can give you the names of family counselors in your area who can help you work through this. You all need to get some help Galen. The only difference between now and then, is that everyone in your house knows the truth now. That’s only the first obstacle.”

6 months later on a Sunday afternoon….

Aisha held an exquisite denim jumper up over the crib and cooed to her daughter, “And this is from your cousin Raija.”

“Hi everyone.”

“Galen, you came. And you brought Ryan with you.”

Raija turned to watch Galen and Ryan walk through the door. Ryan hung back shyly until he saw Raija.

“Hey Raija.”

“Oh! What happened to Ms. Montemayor?”

He blushed.

“How are things going kiddo? You’re a long way from home right now.”

Ryan looked around and deciding that they were out of earshot of most whispered, “It’s okay. Mom and Dad are getting divorced. I’ll stay with dad one weekend and mom the next weekend. We’re on vacation, Dad brought me down to see SeaWorld and the San Diego Zoo.”

With grace that only the young could muster, Ryan bounced from one topic to the next with ease.

“I’ll bet your father is happy that you’ll be staying with him part of the time.” She smiled down at him.

“Yeah. I was mad for a long time that they didn’t tell me.”

Later Galen followed Raija into the kitchen room. “So I guess Ryan told you the big news.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry it didn’t work out Galen, but Ryan seems to have accepted it pretty well.”

“Yeah, well, we’ve been spending a lot of time talking about things.”

“So how have you been?”

She nodded her head as she drank a glass of water. “Pretty good.”

“I never did thank you.”

“It’s okay, as you might expect, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for a hurting child.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I did see that in you. How long are you in town?”

“I leave in three days, what about you guys?”

“We leave in six days. A whole week in paradise. Have dinner with us tomorrow as a thank you.”

“Listen, I don’t want to intrude. Ryan seems pretty excited to have this time with you.”

“Intrude on what?” Aisha walked into the kitchen carrying her month-old daughter.

“Nothing nosy.” Raija held out her arms for the baby, only to have Michaela placed in Ryan’s arms. “Hey! I’ve been waiting all day to hold her.”

“Well, when you learn to stop being so sassy with me, you can hold her.” Aisha turned away from Raija and towards Galen. “Galen, Ewan wants to know if Ryan would like to stay overnight at SeaWorld Tuesday night. A couple of times a year they offer behind the scenes tours and an overnight stay in the auditorium for kids around his age.”

From behind them they heard Ryan shout “YES!”

“I guess it’s decided then.”

Aisha walked out of the room without gathering her offspring. Galen looked over at Raija. “Have dinner with me on Tuesday then?”

Raija could see something in his eyes and had an idea of what he had been like 10 years ago.

At noon on Tuesday Galen called Raija’s hotel room. “Hey, I’m bored. Come have lunch with me.”

Raija frowned at the phone. “Okay, lunch instead of dinner.”

“No, Lunch and dinner. We can explore town together or maybe head down to Mexico.”

Apparently the Galen from ten years ago was also impetuous and used to getting his own way. Throwing good sense to the wind, Raija accepted his invitation.

At 12:30 Raija met Galen in the lobby of her hotel. Galen wore a red polo shirt, khaki shorts and a pair of European style brown sneakers. Galen grabbed her hand and started pulling her out of the hotel lobby.

“Whoa big fella, what are you so happy about?”

“New city, free time, beautiful woman, happy kid, beautiful woman. What’s not to be happy about.”

Raija stared at Galen, this was the most he’d ever said without being prompted. He pulled her over to a late model Mercedes convertible. She whistled. “Great car. The two of kayseri escort you are going all out huh?”

“Yeah, decided to treat myself on this trip and make it a trip to remember for Ryan. What are you in the mood to eat?”

Sliding into the car’s leather interior Raija watched him walk around the front of the car. He slid into the driver’s seat and winked at her as they took off out of the parking lot.

“How about fish tacos?”

Galen made a face at her suggestion, finally giving in when she promised that he would love them. They drove around until they came across a fast food restaurant that specialized in them.

Sitting across the table from him she watched as he devoured his third Fish Taco Especiale: battered whitefish, coleslaw, a white sauce with onion and cilantro, a squeeze of lime and salsa, wrapped in corn tortillas.

“So, can we say that I was right about the tacos?”

Galen reached across the table snagged one of her tortilla chips, digging into his bowl of pinto beans. “We will say no such thing. In fact, this lunch never took place. I will disavow all knowledge if asked.”

Raija shook her head at Galen and chuckled. “Where to next?”

“A walk on the beach might be good. I need to walk off those mythical fish tacos.”

They took a drive across the Coronado Bay Bridge and pulled into the public beach access. Raija pulled off her shoes as they began strolling along the edge of the water, digging her toes into the soft sand. Just off the shore was a naval aircraft carrier, heading out into deeper water.

They made small talk as they walked until they reached a large boulder sitting in the sand. Raija perched on a flat spot on top of the boulder with her legs hanging over the edge. She patted the space next to her and Galen joined her. They sat staring out at the ocean and the families frolicking in the water.

“So really, how are you doing Galen?”

Galen exhaled. “Honestly, I’m, I don’t know, relieved and sad and tired and worried and horny and happy.”

“That’s a lot of feelings you’ve got going.”

“Now that it’s over between Kate and me, I’m pissed. I wasted so many years but I pissed at myself, not her. I let it start and continue. I could have told my parents that I wasn’t Ryan’s father and still been her friend; I didn’t have to marry her to help her out. I know that. I’m sad for what could have been because we haven’t been best friends for a long time and I’m worried about who she might find now and how he’ll react to Ryan. There’s just a lot to worry about.”

He looked over at Raija. “I don’t know how to get back in the game and start dating. I don’t know if want to date. I don’t know if I want to bring women around Ryan. Hell, I don’t know anything at this point other than that I have my life back and I have you to thank for that.

Kate and I were undecided on what to do, but we saw one of the therapists on the list you gave us and she asked us what we were hanging on for. We thought it was for Ryan’s sake but she asked what we thought we were teaching him about marriage, relationships and love and whether the model we were giving him was how we wanted him to live his life. That gave us the nudge we needed.”

Raija jumped down from the rock, “Come on, let’s go celebrate having your life back.”

They toured the city, walking in Olde Town, driving through La Jolla and Mission Hills. They stopped to stroll in Hillcrest and walked by a tattoo and piercing parlor. They looked at tattoo artwork displayed in the window and Galen grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

He thumbed through books looking for something specific and finally settled on a script type that he liked.

Without saying a word Raija took a seat as he talked to the tattoo artist. He came back to sit next to her while he waited for the artist to prep.

“Aren’t you going to try to talk me out of this?”

“Nope.”

“Good.”

When the artist finally called him back to the area, Galen asked if she wasn’t coming with him. She smiled and followed him back to the tattoo area.

A short time later, Galen had a flowing script of Ryan’s name tattooed on the back of his right shoulder. The artist gave him instructions on how to care for the tattoo and then looked at Raija. “How about you?”

Raija shook her head, “No tattoos for me. But I do want a piercing.”

Galen had been standing in front of the full length mirror, looking at his tattoo but at that news he raised his eyes to meet hers.

Galen hoped it wouldn’t be some odd facial piercing, like a ring through her nose. Raija finished talking to the tattooist/piercer who began setting up for her procedure. She excused herself and went to the restroom.

When she came out the piercer had her sit on the cold table. Galen watched her reflection in the mirror and couldn’t believe it when she pulled up to skirt and spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties, which was a bigger shock than the fact that she was about to be pierced.

Leaning back, she placed one leg on either side of the chair the piercer was standing in front of. Galen stood transfixed, staring into the mirror as Raija had the hood of clitoris pierced. She elected to have a curved barbell inserted into the piercing. During the procedure she hadn’t made a sound and after a cursory cleanup and instructions similar to those for his new tattoo, she hopped off the table and pulled her skirt down.

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

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

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

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

“Babe, it’s just a fantasy.”

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

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

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

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

“You’re a sick fucker you know that!”

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

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

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

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

My dick started to get bigger and harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can place a craigslist ad.”

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

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

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

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

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

“OK…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna cum too!”

“Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh, OOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

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

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

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

“Fuck yeah give me that black cum.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

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

“Fuck that was incredible.”

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

“You got it girl.”

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

My wife quickly came over and opened the closet doors.

“That was so hot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She stood up and walked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You alright Melissa?” Kenton asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dress Up Night

Tonight is dress up night, the night we both look forward to because we both know sexual fantasies and fetishes are played out and both of us are completely satiated by the end of the night!!

It starts with a luxurious bubble bath for two in our hotel room as we go through our preparations of our bodies and minds. The bubble bath moisturizes and softens the skin which makes pantyhose easier to glide up our legs. We both shave our legs, our armpits and I shave my testicles.

I finish my bathroom routine by shaving my face, putting on your deodorant because I am so excited to be as feminine as possible on this favorite of nights. You enter the bathroom as I finish so that you can dry your hair. I sit on the bed and watch your reflection in full view of the bathroom mirror.

You reenter the bedroom and ask what we are going to wear tonight to which I respond I want to wear your black sleeveless chevron print dress. I then request you wear the blue lace dress but want to know if it will go with graphite shaded pantyhose. You respond that it will and ask if we are both going to wear the same brand, style and shade of pantyhose tonight. You know that is the one thing that excites me more than anything, wearing the same pantyhose! I quickly respond that he likes us to wear the same pantyhose.

We begin the ritual that is common for women but extremely exciting for me, dressing up as two exciting and lustful women. I thoroughly enjoy the thought of wanting to share a man with you and bring all three of us to a cock sucking, cum swallowing, pussy and ass finger penetrating, penis pumping climax!

You ask me to lay out both dresses on the hotel bed and you will get our pantyhose and bras from the drawer. As I turn away, you quickly grab me and whisper in my ear asking if I want to wear panties that will match my bra. I ask you if you are wearing panties, you softly reply in my ear that you should not wear panties under pantyhose, no woman does and I shouldn’t. You then explain that he likes it when panties are not worn. I softly kiss you and in between utter the words “no panties then”.

I quickly remove the two dresses from the closet and lay them both on the bed as we sit down next to each other. We start by carefully gliding each pair of our Cecilia de Raphael high gloss graphite shaded pantyhose up our legs and over our sweet round asses. We both make adjustments, me so that my leaking cock rides comfortably and you for comfort around and on your pussy. We both smile knowing we are sexually aroused with no panties knowing if someone tries to look up the hems of our dresses, they will see what we want them to see!

You help me put on my black, full cup lace see thru bra and latch its eyehooks while standing behind me and adjust the fit over my hardened nipples. You caress the back of my neck with your lips as your fingertips massage, tease and gently flick my nipples. You tell me how you wish I could enjoy the pleasure of releasing liquid nourishment from my bosom into a waiting mouth. You move to my ear and whisper there is nothing more pleasurable than having a couple of fingers or a nice thick cock in your pussy and breastfeeding an eager and hard sucking mouth!

You forcibly thrust your hips into the back of my ass as you pull both hands tight against my chest telling me I so deserve to be fucked.

I help you slip on your full cup nipple less satin bra while facing you, I pull you in very tight and wrap my arms around you as we kiss and I take the time to gently fasten each of the four eyehooks. Once finished, I break our kiss and move down and give both nipples the tongue lashing and mouth filling sucking they crave! You moan and bury your head in my hair as I feel your hands run down my back and across my glossy silky butt.

You gently push me away and tell me to turn around; you want to make sure the seam of the pantyhose rides in the exact center of my ass crack. You help me do a final adjustment and then ask me to help you do the same. You remind me that when our hems are above our hips, it is a welcome sight and gives the viewer the illusion that a cock is between our buttocks. If the seam is off center, it is a distraction.

I pull you in close for another kiss and use one finger to trace the pantyhose seam from the waistband down and across your sphincter while leaning down to suck your exposed nipple and gently try to penetrate you with that finger. I stop as quickly as I started and leave you panting for more but know we must finish preparing before our client arrives. We both slip our dresses over our heads and adjust the inner soft lining and then smooth our dresses out over the lining and our graphite shaded, high glossy, silky soft thighs. I love that the hems on your dresses you let me wear are usually a couple of inches above my knee; it makes me feel a little slutty. I love short hems and a lot of leg showing.

I then slip on my black leather pointy toed pumps as you slide into your shiny black peep toed mersin escort pumps. You then step into the closet and emerge with 2 pearl necklaces which we put on. You help me put on a pair of clip on single pearl dangling earrings and then place a single pearl studded pierced earring into each of your own ears.

You then take my hand and guide me into the bathroom for the 2nd favorite and very sexually arousing part of our preparation for me, makeup.

As you do your own makeup, I watch and follow your instruction as we apply eye shadow , eye liner, lipstick and blush. You coach me that since you know me to like the feeling of being a little slutty, I should go very heavy on eye shadow and lipstick. As I begin, you catch me pressing my pelvis into the sink counter and ask if I am trying to masturbate myself. I tell you that I am so horny, so turned on and so wet I can feel my cum on my pantyhose and the lining of my dress already. You gently swat my ass and tell me to stop because my cum release only belongs to you and him now that I am dressed. That gets me wet again so you reach over and lift my hem and get 2 fingers soaked from my excretions.

While doing so, I put my hand behind your head and pull you in for another kiss. I can taste the sweet waxy flavor of our lipsticks. I whisper through the strands of your hair into your ear that you need to make sure you get the very freshest of my cum straight from the tip of me. You groan and I feel you rubbing the tip of me in search of the creamy white liquid and then as we begin another kiss, we both grow in excitement as your fingers leave my wet silky covered cock and you slowly introduce them dragging them across both of our lips. We both can taste me and you smile as we kiss knowing how much I enjoy the thought of sucking a cock under your close and personal guidance.

You slip my hem back down and help me straighten out the lining and then we put on one more swipe of lipstick since it has been rubbed off a little. You tell me that you will keep the lipstick in your small purse so that we can always reapply at his or our desire. You reach for the perfume Red and spray lightly on your wrists and then rub them together, then rub those on your neck. You motion for my wrists and repeat the spray and instruct me to apply to my neck as well. You then tell me that a little extra treat is to apply a small bit where it will please both nose and eyes, just above your pussy and my cock. As tongues, lips and faces are no doubt spending time pleasuring you and myself above our pussies and cock, why not give an extra treat of scent to enjoy?

We then check both ourselves in the mirror and you ask how I feel. I respond that I feel sexy, pretty and desirable and wanting to sexually please. You tell me that is why we are dressed up for each other and for him. I ask you the same question to which you reply that you feel the same and lucky that I trust you enough to share this fantasy and fetish with you. We kiss and embrace a few seconds more.

One final time, you ask me if these pantyhose are comfortable for me and I respond with an enthusiastic yes knowing you are directly questioning the fit of my hard cock within the sheer shiny sexy prison that they are residing in.

You then take my hand and guide me back into the hotel room and we enjoy the sounds of our heels clicking on the tile floor as we leave the bathroom. The soft silky shiny pantyhose material caresses our legs as our inner thighs rub with each step. It feels incredibly sexy and I can feel the soft caress of my dangling pearl earrings as they gently bounce against my ear lobes as I walk.

You turn to me and place my hands around your waist and pull me in close looking into my eyes. You tell me I did a wonderful job on my makeup and the shade of eye shadow matches our pantyhose and makes my eyes stand out. I thank you for the compliment and for the opportunity to indulge my fetish. You smile, kiss me and then say that you receive a wonderful benefit from it as well.

You then move your mouth to my ear one more time as you plunge your entire finger deep within my mouth whispering that you can’t wait until we share him later this evening. I eagerly suck your finger and use my tongue to entice and guide another finger or two into my mouth to practice on his girth. You eagerly slip them between my lips and begin slowly pumping my mouth making sure that I take all of them up to the knuckle of your hand with each plunge. You whisper in my ear that you can’t wait to coach me on pleasing him and can’t wait for both of our tongues and lips stroking the entire length of his hardness back and forth.

Within minutes, there is a knock at the door and our excitement immediately jumps into high gear knowing he is here for us to pleasure. You answer the door and welcome him in with a hearty deep kiss and welcome his tongue deep into your mouth. You suck it deeper into your mouth and play with it using your own tongue, trying to stroke mersin escort bayan it like you will on his well developed penis.

I watch as he slides his hands across your back and down to begin stroking your ass. You pull away as you feel his hand start gathering the material of your dress and pulling your hem up. He then compliments us both for taking the time to dress up for him and is looking forward to a very sexually rewarding evening; I tell him I don’t think he will be disappointed. He then embraces me and goes through the same ritual of a passionate kiss and playing with my dress covered butt.

You immediately join us and after a couple more kisses with him and me on your neck, you take my hand in yours and glide it down the front of his shirt urging me to unbutton it. As I complete that, his mouth has found your neck and our hands have discovered the bulge in his pants which we continually massage. His mouth has now taken over the nape of your neck and his hands hold your hair up to give him access in order to pleasure you.

You moan in pleasure as one of his hands has found your hardened nipple pressing against the dress fabric and he begins to gently squeeze, massage and stroke you. You did not think it was possible but can actually feel your nipple grow just a bit more and ache to have both nipples in his or my mouth.

You break from his embrace and guide me to helping him lay on the bed where we join him. We both undo his belt and unbutton his trousers; I quickly move down to remove his shoes and socks while you move up seeking his tongue deep within your mouth to suck on.

You then begin running your mouth and tongue across his chest running your fingers through his chest hair and spend time sucking on each of his nipples. You coach me to join you and I eagerly take one nipple as you give attention to the other. I watch as his hand runs across your back and down to your ass where he caresses your dress. I follow suit and as we leave his nipples and work our way across his stomach licking and kissing, you guide my hand on to his upper leg. We continue to massage him and I can see you gently raking your nails across his skin much to his delight confirmed with soft moans from his mouth.

His hand now passes across the hem of your dress and enjoys the soft silky feeling of your shiny pantyhose. He gently caresses your thigh and is taking the time to run his hand between your legs and slightly under the hem of your dress.

The moans escaping from you confirm that you are enjoying the pleasure and the heat from his hand. You slowly guide us to his now exposed and very hard leaking penis and run your fingernails across his scrotum, balls and penis. I can feel my wetness gently seeping into my pantyhose and dress as you take my hand and guide it touching his scrotum and balls.

We start to position ourselves for a blowjob but he asks that both of us lay on either side of him with our feet toward the head of the bed. He tells us that he wants to play with our pantyhose legs, heels and be able to look up our dresses as we give pleasure to his engorged tool.

We then readjust and for the first time, I have taken his cock into my hand and slowly stroke him while I watch you gently caress his balls. Our faces are just a couple inches from each other and the tip of his leaking cock. You place your hand over mine and slow the pace of my stroking him and tell me to do what you do.

You swirl your tongue around the very tip of him and we feel him gently thrust upward while another moan escapes him. We both feel his hands petting our shiny clad calves and know that he has an unfettered view up both of our hems. I follow your lead and swirl my tongue around his tip and you as guide me to continue to very gently stroke him.

You then make sure our tongues meet and take his tip between us; I can see you smile as you can tell I am thoroughly enjoying my fantasy come true with you. You then use your lips and start to slide down his entire shaft as I follow you on the other side. You guide our hands onto his balls and you push mine out to find his scrotum and gently touch him there. Your hands then finds its way back to his balls and begin to gently rake them with your nails as our lips reach the base of him. We immediately make our way back up with his thick hard cock between our ruby red lips until we reach his tip and perform tongue lickings.

This has created a release of his cum and it is slowly oozing from him and we catch all of it on our tongues and share a quick deep throat kiss between us. You then slide your mouth over him as I stroke the base of him watching you intently. You catch my eye to ensure I know exactly how to please him when it is my turn. You keep your lips completely sealed on him as you slowly stroke up and down on him.

By the sound of his gasps, moans and encouragement; you obviously are giving him enormous amounts of pleasure. You use your tongue as you reach his escort mersin tip again to continually take his nectar. You take my hand and guide it to hold him and then tell me to take him. I slowly lick his tip and then open my mouth and slide onto him as you whisper in my ear to make sure my lips are closed to give him the best sensation. Your hand caresses mine holding his penis as I begin to move up and down on him. You gently guide my hand to stroke the bottom part of him so that he has the feeling that his whole cock is being touched at once, just like it would inside a pussy.

I start to increase my speed but you place another hand on the back of my head and quickly encourage me to slow down as you whisper to me that we want him to enjoy us. I slide back down and try to take a bit more of him in my mouth than the last stroke and as I do, I hear his deep moan and you whisper that I have given him as good as blowjob as you because his noises are the same as when his cock is in your mouth.

You coach me to use my tongue to swirl around him as I move up and down on him as I feel his hand pass under the hem of my dress and start to work its way across my ass. His hand petting my pantyhosed ass and feeling his hand moving under my dress drives to me to want to perform even better on my first blowjob.

Knowing that his hand must be touching you in the same way, I slide off of him as you immediately accept the offered hardness and slide down on him further than I did. I glance over and realize that you are gently rocking back and forth and conclude that he has already begun fingering your pussy through your pantyhose. I feel his hand seek out my pussy and begin rubbing it in the same manner as I adjust down to suck one of his balls between my lips. Our faces are so close together that I can smell our perfume on you and watch your eyes widen a little as you attempt to take every inch of him deep.

You then get into a rhythm of hand pumping with mid dives on his cock followed by a deep thrust. I am jealous because I know I can’t get that much of him into my mouth but know from past experience how well that feels as you have performed it on me.

You slide off of him and I immediately swoop down on this skin popsicle and attempt to go down on him as you did. I feel myself starting to choke but know I did well as his encouragement says so. As I continue to give him a wet bath inside my mouth, you whisper that he has his finger inside your pussy up to the first knuckle. I slide off of him long enough to report to you that he is has the same penetration in my pussy.

We both go back to running our lips up and down with his shaft between us and I enjoy the taste of him and our lipstick on my tongue. He begs us to fuck you because he can’t stand the incredible blowjob he is receiving from us any longer.

You look at me for approval and I tell you that it is entirely up to you but if you do, I want to be able to penetrate you at the same time. You quickly grow excited at that thought and roll over on the bed and tell him to get on top of you while I straddle your face. I help him raise the hem of your dress up to your stomach so that he has complete access. I quickly dive my face between your legs on my way up and see how wet you are. I lick up your tasty pool through your pantyhose, gently nibble at your pussy lips and then bite each nipple on your breast.

As I am doing all this, he has reached under my dress again and with one finger is caressing my pussy and his other hand caresses my cock. He then slides both hands down my thighs as I make my way up straddling you and slides my dress up to expose me completely for you.

As I lower my pantyhose covered cock to your waiting mouth, I can feel your body moving as he has already made a hole n your pantyhose and is penetrating you. I can tell by your deep moans that he is definitely bigger than me and fills your fuck hole in both girth and width. You reach up and pull my pantyhose down in order to suck my fully leaking cock and take a lot of me in you with your first plunge.

He softly begins pumping you encouraging me to pump your face at the same pace so that you have the unique enjoyment of double penetration. I can feel your fingers gently raking my ass and making their way to my pussy where you begin to pump.

He and I maintain our thrusts and between your moans and exclamations as you quickly slide me out of your mouth and back on, tell us you about to cum. I feel him give you extra hard and quick thrusts as my cock enjoys the sensation of your deep moaning in your mouth as you climax your hot juices over his thick rod.

He pulls out of you and suggests that we change positions so that I am lying down on my back, your face is on my cock and he is going to fuck you from behind. He then slides into you and I have the unique view watching him as he glides in and out of you with his balls gently raking my face, my tongue on him and my finger in your ass.

It is not long before you announce to us another impending cum explosion onto his cock. I repeatedly use my tongue to stroke him as he enters and exits you for each thrust enjoying his balls bouncing on my forehead. I feel you take me so deep in your mouth that I know you have reached the very base of my balls and you stay there stroking me keeping pace with his thrusts.

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John threw down the rake and ran into the living room. He had been gardening and was out of breath as he picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“John.”

“Yes.”

“Its Julie have you got a moment? you sound out of breath.”

“Oh I just ran in from the garden, what is It?” John asked.

Julie was John’s late wife’s sister.

“Stacie has just turned eighteen and as you know has been in that State children’s home but now has to come out. They have contacted me and asked, as her next of kin would we take her in. Bob and I do not have the room in our house what with the children and all, also we could not afford to finance another teenager.”

John remembered Stacie had been in the home since she was twelve years old after her parents were killed in a car accident. He had not seen Stacie since that time.

Julie continued “I told them I would ask you if you would look after her till she had somewhere stable to live.”

“Well I don’t know, I’d have to think about it. Give me a day or so and I’ll get back to you.”

“Thanks but remember she has no where else to go.”

“Ok let me think about it, if I do take her then she can go to college here.”

At 31 years old he had been very successful in the IT business world, but with all that experience in business at a young age he had no training in how to look after a teenage girl who would be still going to school. But that night after a glass of wine and a lot of thought John decided it would be heartless no to take her into his home, with all the space he had in double story mansion with 5 bedrooms and bathrooms, he could not really refuse.

So he became her legal guardian.

It was a beautiful sunny spring day when he picked her up from the airport. He had found her as she came out of the baggage carousel, they hugged, he could not believe how she had grown into a voluptuous beautiful young lady since he last saw her and how much like his late wife she was.

She jumped into his Mercedes sports car and as they raced along the motorway towards his home near the beach her long blond hair streamed out behind her, he threw her a baseball cap “here put this on” he said.

They laughed and talked so naturally, it was as if they had known each other for years, they seemed to hit it off immediately.

They drove along the beachfront, him giving her a guided tour of the area in which she would be living. They drove up a steep hill away from the beach and turned into a long sweeping driveway, she was surprised at the immense size of his house overlooking the ocean, the place she would be living in at least for the next year. She was very impressed by his obvious wealth.

Weeks went by, John had her installed in college, it was close by so she did not have to live in. He had bought her an exclusive wardrobe of clothes and was enjoying having her living with him immensely to the extent that he spoilt her and gave her anything she wanted.

After a few months he noticed she had begun to dress in a very sexy way and how even the short time she had been with him how her eighteen year old body had developed to the point where each morning when he would drop her off at classes he found himself looking at her in a very different way.

One morning in particular he watched her walking away with her friends, she was dressed in a short skirt and as she walked he noticed how her bum swayed and the fullness of her figure. He felt his penis beginning to stir inside his trousers as he sat there in the car, his breathing became more rapid and suddenly he realized that he was looking at her in a way that was taboo.

Over the next few months the weather grew warmer so they began to wear much less clothing around the house. She had become very familiar with him by now, when he was around she would place her arm in his or around his neck and they would laugh about everything. Life was very happy for them both.

Increasingly he kept looking at her with what he tried to deny in his mind was lust. He found himself taking every opportunity to per on her while she was not looking, sometimes when they were watching TV she would be draped over the sofa in brief shorts with her legs spread wide in a casual manner perhaps sucking on an ice cream, not realizing that he was looking at her, not the television.

Sometimes she would run into the room, excitedly, telling him about something that happened at college that day. She would jump into his lap without warning, he would place his hands around her waist and feel her softness as he eased her off so she did not notice the bulge that would always appear in his shorts.

One hot evening, it was around 11 o’clock he stood in the darkened bathroom which was across the hallway from her bedroom, he’d noticed loud music playing and had come into the bathroom from the other entrance which adjoined his bedroom, to see where it was coming from.

Her door was wide open and what he saw then made his heart instantly race, as he peered through the darkness into urfa escort her room.

Stacie was stark naked standing on the floor doing aerobic exercises. She must have thought he was in bed. John caught his breath with surprise. In the darkness his eyes instantly washed over every inch of her body, quickly, almost as if he closed his eyes the scene would be gone. His eyes roamed from beautiful face down to her large well developed breasts and to the swell of her hips then down to the junction of her thighs where he saw a thick patch of dark pubic hair “OOH MY GOD” he whispered to himself.

He untied the belt of his robe and slid the garment off letting it fall to the floor around his feet, standing there in the dark, naked. He began to stroke his now rock hard cock, his breath grew more rapid as he watched her swing around, every move was so sensuous. His fist moved faster, she swung a leg up into the air and he caught a brief glimpse of her pussy, he gasped, his fingers teased, she spun around again, his hand was frantic now, her tits were bouncing back and forth up and down, he was driving the hard cock into his hand as his eyes drank her into his memory cells.

This is a dream he thought He moaned quietly “OOH FUCK”, his fist squeezed just behind the head as it stroked and pumped, he was almost collapsing from the sheer sensations happening in his cock head. Then in an overwhelming gush he groaned and felt his orgasm begin, spurt after spurt shooting out of his thrusting penis like a volcano and landing on the floor at his feet.

He gasped and moaned with the intensity of the cum.

Slowly he recovered, tying the robe back around his waist just as Stacie turned out the light and went to bed. After that he could not keep his eyes off her, he was regularly masturbating over her now.

Stacie had grown to know John very well by now. Just lately she had noticed him looking at her differently, in a strange way. Deep down she knew he was looking at her in a sexual way.

She had often thought what a good looking guy he was, even at 31 years old he was very, very sexy looking to her.

Even her girlfriends at college would say how good looking he was, one of them, Louise was her name had a crush on him and had told Stacie how lucky she was to be living alone with him. She even said she would go to bed with him if she was Stacie.

Early one evening not long after the bathroom episode John had decided to have a early shower, after a strenuous work out in the gym.

Stacie was staying back at class to finish an essay. He had finished showering and as he stepped from the bathroom into the hall way he collided headlong with her. She had come home earlier than expected and had run up the stairs and into the hall way just as he stepped out, she was puffing from the exertion as she tumbled into his arms. Surprised, he gasped “Hey what’s the big rush baby, I thought you were staying back late.” His hands grasped her around the waist and eased her backwards. She was dressed in the shortest mini skirt. Her long blond hair was tussled over her shoulders as she gasped “Oh sorry uncle John I was in a hurry to phone Mike.”

John had forgotten that she had made friends with a local boy and he felt a pang of jealousy.

Stacie was still puffing, her eyes had dropped down towards his groin. She stood there mumbling something but her mind had been distracted when the front of his shower robe had come apart exposing his tanned muscular body. Quickly, like any eighteen year old girl would her eyes flashed down and she caught her breath at what she saw.

John by now had realized that his robe had come apart as he had grabbed for her and now his complete frontal nakedness was exposed to her hungry eyes. Quickly he gathered the robe around him and tied it. Both of them were embarrassed, she was lost for words and he knew she had seen everything in those few fleeting seconds.

He just said “Darling the house keeper says dinner is at six o’clock” and went off to his room.

In those few seconds, what Stacie had seen took her breath away. She had never seen a mans’ penis before only in diagrams at school, his looked so big, it had been hanging downwards, his hairy testicles visible beneath it. She could not stop thinking about what she had seen, she did not want to.

She went to her room but did not ring Mike.

During dinner they were both quiet, the conversation stilted. Afterwards she excused herself and went to her room. She rang Mike but as she talked to him her mind was elsewhere, she could not stop thinking about the sight she had seen earlier.

She was beginning to get hot and could not concentrate as she spoke to him so she ended the call prematurely. She lay back on the big bed and turned out the light. The sight of her uncle’s penis kept flashing before her eyes as she became more and more aroused.

She couldn’t stop thinking of what Louise had said about her uncle.

One of the other girls had balıkesir escort asked “Do you ever see him naked”.

She was getting extremely excited as she recalled the sexy nature of the conversation with her friends on the campus. Her thoughts quickly became thoughts of having sex with her uncle, her breathing was more rapid, she began to fantasize about him.

Stacie lifted her bottom off the bed and slipped her panties down over her long tanned legs they fell to the floor beside the bed. She then sat up and lifted her t shirt up over her head throwing it onto the floor alongside her panties. Her fingers were trembling as she fumbled with the clip holding her bra, she undid it and released her large breasts from the confines of the garment laying it over the bed beside her.

She was naked now and her long fingers stroked the inside of her soft thighs then they slipped over into the thick bush of hair between them. With a sigh she parted her legs wide then slowly her fingers encircled the wet clitoris. She gasped out loud as she touched it “OOH GOD” all the time visions of his penis flashed before her.

Her memory flashed back pictures to her of him standing before her with the robe wide open down the front.

Stacie was amazed at how wet her vagina had gotten just thinking about him. Her female juices ran down between her legs as her fingers began, slowly at first to circle and swirl and pull gently at the lips of her young pussy. She was getting hotter and hotter as she relived the sight of his lightly haired chest and the thin spine of dark hair that ran up from his pubic hair to his navel. The sight of the cock hanging large between his legs.

Gently she pulled back the hood surrounding the protuding bud and gently stroked it, she whispered “OOH GOD OOH” as she imagined his big cock fully inside of her as they made love. The fingers of her other hand softly stroked the stiffening nipples of her large breasts.

She pictured how it would look erect, wanting what was between her legs and wondered if she could take his size, all of these thoughts were swimming through her senses.

She couldn’t take any more, eagerly she gave in to her emotions. With a moan she pulled her legs back and wide apart biting her lip as her fingertips frantically tickled the reddened pulsing clit. She heard herself gasping quietly “OH YES UNCLE JOHN!!! OOH YES…. DO IT TO ME… PLEEAASE.”

She came in a shuddering gush of fluid and emotion.

Waves of pleasure washed over her. Her juices were flowing down the crack between her ass cheeks wetting the sheets below, she wished he would come to her now, GOD she would let him do it to her, yes, yes she wanted him.

It was so beautiful, her emotions were soaring, she was imagining it would be like this if they made love.

Yes it felt like they WERE making love. She imagined them locked in a passionate kiss, could almost feel his cock inside her spreading her womanhood wide apart.

Her fingers searched and found the clit and within seconds she came again with a squeal of delight. This time it was even more erotic and sensual than the first.

Spasms of joy rocked her, starting from her curling toes and travelled through her body in shudders. Her fingers slipped theough her cunt lips and swooped around in circles over her clit

When the spasms had ceased her legs fell back onto the bed, she was gasping for breath overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasms. In the afterglow she fell asleep thinking about her uncle.

It was a few hours later, John had retired to bed after almost falling asleep as he worked on his laptop. In the darkness of his room he lay awake thinking of the look on her face when she caught site of his cock. Again his cock stirred between his legs as he thought of her in her looking at him in the open robe.

Repressed thoughts of making love to her came flooding back. He wondered what she thought after seeing him like that, did it turn her on. His fingers encircled the now hard cock and within seconds he was spurting his seed high into the air and gasping her name.

After that night things changed a little. There was a sexual tension between them.

One Sunday evening a week after the incident in the hallway john was watching TV in the home theatre. It was a hot night and he wore only a pair of shorts and no top. They were the only two people in the house as the live in housekeeper had taken a few days off.

Stacie ran in out of breath from racing down the stairs. She wore only a short baby doll night shirt garment, she was holding it closed at the front. “Uncle John you know that bikini that I wanted so much? well here it is.”

Without saying another word she pulled open the shirt and stood before him in the briefest string bikini he had ever seen. The spaghetti strings tied behind her neck barely held her more than ample breasts from falling out of the bra top. The bikini bottoms were held together at the sides trabzon escort with the same type of spaghetti strap.

He could not take his eyes off her, she had surprised him and he could only mutter “Oh Stacie its gorgeous, I mean your beautiful, aah um it’s very sexy.”

“Do you really like it uncle John?”

“What’s not to like baby but I don’t know if I could let you wear that to the beach. I mean there’s nothing of it.”

Then laughing she jumped into his lap. “Ooh please Uncle John I have been asked to go on Sunday and Mike said he would take me…Oh pleassse.”

When she jumped into his lap, he was taken by surprise. His hands grasped her bare waist, her skin felt so soft and warm and the perfume he had given her from his late wife’s drawer permeated his nostrils awakening even more so, the feeling of sexual desire.

His penis was rising at a speed hitherto unknown to him, pushing against her thigh as she squirmed in his lap. He had not held a woman since his wife died two years earlier. He had always been loyal to her memory, but at this moment that loyalty was quickly disappearing.

He could feel his resolve quickly slipping away as he gave in to pleasures of the flesh. As if with a mind of their own his hands were stroking the warm skin of her back. She was not trying to stop him.

“Well we will see, I don’t know.” He said.

“Oh please uncle John.” she persisted.

Twisting around to face him she moaned “Please.”

She was almost begging him.

Giving in to her he groaned “Well! I guess so.”

“Oh thank you uncle John” she replied as she bent down and playfully kissed him.

It happened instantly, he gave in to a primeval carnal desire. Pulling Stacie into him he continued the kiss, she began to moan as it became more intense, instantly turning into a long pash. His hands were all over her soft belly rubbing and feeling.

She was moaning quietly, their mouths were mashing together and she was not pulling away from him. With each passing second he grew more confident, his fingers were fumbling with the shoulder ties of her bra strap, they came loose. Hastily he pulled it away from her body, dropping it to the floor.

Her breasts fell free his hands were now full with them. She was moaning but not objecting as he stroked the nipples between his middle and index fingers. Stacie pulled her mouth away and gasped “Oh my God!!! Uncle John.”

John didn’t reply he just eased her off his lap onto the sofa beside him and stood up. She was moaning quietly as she stared at the bulge that was plainly evident at the front of his shorts.

He bent down and easily picked her up. With her in his arms he hurried out of the lounge room and through the darkened house and up the winding staircase towards his bedroom. She looked up into his eyes and knew it was going to happen.

” I’m a virgin uncle John”. She muttered.

He did not answer as he swept her into his bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. No words were spoken only heavy breathing could be heard as he stripped his clothes off hurriedly. She was staring at him whimpering and moaning as his shorts came down.

In his hurry to get into bed with her he hopped around getting out of his under shorts and as he did he had dragged the elastic waist band down over his erection causing his huge cock to spring upwards, it slapped against his lightly haired abdomen as it was released from its confines.

John climbed on to the bed beside her as he did so he was whispering “Baby I’ll be gentle with you, Oh baby I want you.”

Then they were pashing wildly he forced his tongue into her mouth she opened it willingly as his tongue slipped inside dueling with hers.

His hands were all over her stroking gently, tits, belly, crotch. Her legs had parted in their love tryst and he moved between them and knelt up, nervously he fumbled with the bows holding her bikini bottom together. He got both of them untied.

She looked into his eyes and then lifted her bottom as he pulled the garment away. As he did his eyes fell upon the very thing that he had desired most since that night in the bathroom.

He was determined to have all of her body tonight but this was the part that he wanted most of all…. her cunt.

She lay there looking up at him with legs parted allowing him a full view of her exposed pussy, the hair surrounding it glistened with her moistness. He gasped as he drank the sight in.

She reached her hands up to him and he took them in his. With their fingers entwined she drew him down. He slid forward over her until they were face to face, eye to eye, groin to groin. Stacie could feel his warm flesh against her and reached up and brushed her fingers over his strong chest.

“Please be gentle uncle John.” she gasped.

He began kissing her and she kissed him back just like lovers should she thought. Her perfume was intoxicating him with its sensuality. He saw her long blond hair spread out over the pillow, her breasts were heaving, nipples erect. His cock was so hard it felt like it would stretch outside its own skin.

Stacie was almost overwhelmed by what was happening to her she had never been with a man like this before. Sure she had kissed and played around with Mike, but it was nothing like what she was feeling right at this moment.

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