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Miss Caz decided that as it was a lovely day, not too hot, we would go for a picnic about 20km from home in the bush (Forrest) near our home. We took the usual, a blanket, a bottle of wine, some smoke. Miss Caz also made sure that the toy bag was in the boot and we were prepared for the day. As part of that preparation she had me clean out and shave everything VERY smooth then dressed in cock-ring, stocking and heels I was told to, “Get in the car, I’ve prepared your seat.”

On the passenger seat was the black plug was waiting, 3″ wide I had to settle down on it after the quick scurry out of the door and into the car hoping the neighbours wouldn’t see my near naked body, cock erect with a steel cock-ring, pierced nipples, fishnet stockings and 3″ heels. Greased the plug slid into my loose hole and I settled down waiting for Miss Caz to finish and drive out for the picnic.

Miss Caz took about 10 minutes to come out the door, she was dressed in a long coat, given the fine day unusual but I spied the boots and knew she’d be ‘dressed’ and was in the mood to make me her plaything. We’d had some tensions recently, I’d been off work with an injury and it had caused some arguments, I was sure she’d work out her frustrations and anger with me today.

She got into the car, I could smell she’d been smoking our home grown weed already and she had the glassy eyes she has when stoned. She reached across and grabbed my erect 7 1/2 inches and roughly wanked it. “I’m going to enjoy myself. No one will be able to hear you scream!”

Then she opened her coat to reveal her big dong strapped in place. It’s 12″ x 3″ and she enjoys how the harness I’ve made for it presses on her clit when she uses it.

She wore one of her waspies, her pierced nipples standing out hard, a sure sign she was really horny.

“Reach into the glove box and put on the blindfold and gag.”

I did as I was told and sat there silent and blind.

Miss Caz slapped my bound balls, I grunted. “Look at my slut, out in public, prepared for play.”

I groaned in appreciation and lust, I knew my cock would be leaking and this was confirmed as Miss Caz wiped the drips from my cock onto my lips.

Then the car started and she drove off. I hoped at this time in the morning, 10am on a Wednesday that there would be none of the neighbours around to see us!

We travelled for about Casibom 20 minutes before Miss Caz slowed and turned off the road onto a dirt track, the gravel under the tyres crunching, it was quite a rough one which had me bouncing around on the plug causing me to groan occasionally which would make Miss Caz slap my cock or balls, “shut up slut!”

After another ten minutes or so, the last couple going down hill quite steeply we pulled up. Miss Caz got out and opened my door she reached in and grabbed my ponytail to drag me out, “This way slut!”

She dragged me around and across to where she wanted me, “Stand still slut!”

Miss Caz walked away back to the car, I heard the boot open and some things lifted out and dropped nearby, Miss Caz unzipped the bag and pulled some things out, dropping them to the ground nearby.

She stepped behind me and using her boot kicked my legs further apart. She placed cuffs on either ankle and then both wrists and a collar was attached as well. All the while she said nothing just pushed me into the position she wanted. She then proceeded to attach ropes to the cuffs and pulled my feet wide apart tying the ropes off and leaving me very exposed. My hands were also secured wide apart and above head high, slightly in front of my feet so I was lent forward and utterly helpless and vulnerable.

Miss Caz stood back, “Now your in position I’ll take some pictures to show the girls and if you’re lucky let you see when your wanking for me at home.”

I heard the camera shutter click as she moved about me getting pictures from all sides. “Good, nice and clear and some really good close ups. The video is set so let me start.”

I groaned, my cock was really leaking now I could feel the drops on my thighs as I swayed slightly in the bonds as Miss Caz positioned me.

Miss stepped close, her dong rubbing against my stockings exciting me. She sucked on my neck, licked my smooth armpits, bit my nipples and wanked me, gently this time. I was panting, needing release.

“Excited hubby? Too bad, I’m first today.”

She stepped behind me and grabbed the base of the plug and immediately yanked it from my hole. I couldn’t help it, I squealed past the gag and then she rammed the massive dong she was wearing into me. She grabbed my hips and fucked me straight away. I screamed, my hole was smashed wide open and Casibom Giriş Miss Caz growled, “I’m going to fuck you until your so loose you’ll need nappies slut.”

I whimpered and begged her to go easy but all she heard were my grunting and she just pounded away.

I felt my guts being smashed open, my sphincter was history, loosened already by the plug during the drive and now the power fucking I was subjected to.

Miss Caz lasted about five or so minutes before her breathing became ragged and she heaved the dong full length into me until I felt her pubes against my buttocks and she held it there as she came, loudly screaming and calling out to the bush, “That’s it you fucking slut, TAKE MY COCK!”

My arse was cumming and juices were dribbling freely from my cock, my prostate was smashed and I spasmed, screaming as Miss Caz reached around and twisted my balls, cock and nipples in her passion.

She held us pinned there for a few minutes then as quickly as she’d entered me she ripped the dong free and left me hanging, open, exposed. I heard rather than felt goo run out of my hole and plop onto the ground between my feet.

I heard Miss Caz open the wine and she was drinking. The she held the bottle to my lips after pulling the gag loose. “Drink slut, you’ll need it.”

I drank, as she just poured it down my throat. Then she lit up and we smoked a joint and I started spinning.

Miss Caz then placed a mask on my face, it was a poppers mask!

She stepped away again then came back and removed the blindfold and let me watch her pulling on a pair of full length black rubber gloves. I knew I was in for it and trembled, part in thrill, part in trepidation.

Miss Caz smiled, “Squealing time piggy. I’m going to fist rape your big hole, film it and only finish when I get two inside you.”

I was thrilled, scared but thrilled.

Miss Caz attached the little blue bottle to the tube of the mask and the poppers began to flow into me, dissolving my resistance, loosening me and beginning my decent into sluthood.

Miss Caz sniffed another bottle, her favourite and then I felt her hands on my buttocks. She didn’t need to spread them in the position she had me tied but I felt four fingers from either hand slip into me. I groaned as she pushed in, 8 fingers easily slipped into the knuckles, Miss Caz described to ease Casibom Yeni Giriş of her entry, “You size queen slut, 8 fucking fingers and no resistance. You’re disgusting.”

I was thrilled and wanted her to take me.

Miss Caz then began, she just pushed one fist into me, it went easily past her wrist and I was fisted and started to anally cum, as I always do. She laughed and ripped that fist out before immediately punching her other fist in and started alternating her fists in and out, each punch going deeper, I could feel the less geasy forearm of each glove gripping my cheeks as I was opened up. The poppers had me flying and I was trying to get more of Miss Caz inside my sloppy gaper.

Miss Caz was clearly loving her attack on me and very soon I felt her ram as deep as her right fist would go and she just twisted it deeper. Then she started introducing her second hand, the fingers of her left hand gripping her right forearm and stretching me WIDE. I was squealing like a pig and pushing back as Miss Caz announced, “You’re going to take it. That’s everything up to the knuckles of my second hand. I’d sniff REALY DEEP.”

Then she destroyed my hole and I was two fists wide. There felt like a ripping sensation, I screamed and Miss Caz cheered and forced both fist so deep I was lifted on her arms completely off my feet so my weight was supported by my fuck hole. I began to cum really hard and contract, well trying to contract around the impaling fists and forearms.

Miss Caz began to thrust in and out, never letting me off both fists but using them to stretch my hole, pulling back against the ring of tissue that used to be my sphincter.

I lost track of time and just became the fuck-hole she said I would be.

Then she ripped both fists out and I collapsed to just hang in the bindings and let my guts sloppily hang as a loose creanmy rosebud.

Miss Caz went and got cleaned up, i heard the camera shutter going off and then returned and smiled at me. “I’m going to take you down now and you’re going to crawl over to the picnic blanket and suck me off. You can eat before I take you home with two dongs in you. You’d like that wouldn’t you slut.”

I pleaded for her to do this to me. Make me eat her big hole and lick up what I knew would be lots of juice. The ride home would be one long orgasm.

When we got home I realised it was 4 pm we’d been out 6 hours and I’d no idea where the time had gone. I was so wrecked I just staggered to the shower, two dongs hanging out of my hole and not caring that the neighbourhood kids were home from school and I could have even seen.

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Part 15 – Hustling at the Gay Bar

I couldn’t believe that I had received $50 for giving a blowjob, the previous night! If I could do that a few times a week I would be set financially. I could finish my senior year and then do a Masters program, with no worries about where my beer money would come from!

I decided to check out this Buddies gay bar. I was a little sore from last night so I took a long hot bath. I then went and got an amazing massage, with a large portion of that $50 I had received. I could get used to this! After the message I went to Targets and bought an orange mesh wife beater T-shirt. I figured orange would be easily seen.

At 4pm I stuffed a few condoms and a little tube of lube in my front jeans pocked and left for Buddies. I wanted to get there as the after work crowd arrived for happy hour.

I arrived at Buddies, which is not too far from Choker’s sex shop at four forty. The place already had a nice size crowd. Most of the clientele were in their mid to late sixties and a lot of them were eating. I got a beer and just sat at the bar.

In no time the gentleman sitting to my left started talking to me. He was in his late sixties, good looking, with silver hair and told me that he owned a small steel mill, that his son now manages. After just a couple minutes of small talk, he came right out and asked me if I would follow him into the bathroom for fifty dollars.

I agreed and he pushed his finished meal away. I followed this gentleman into the bathroom and we walked into the stall and locked it. He took out a fifty, gave it to me and guided me to my knees by putting his hand on my shoulder.

I quickly undid his buckle and fished out a nice sized semi hard cock. I stuck the head into my mouth and wiggled my hand into his underwear so I could fondle his balls while I sucked. He gave a content sigh as I went to work. Soon I had both of his nuts in my hand and was tugging on them gently as his cockhead stretched my gullet. I could feel his head entering my esophagus every time my nose mashed against his pubic hair. I loved it, and would hold it in messaging it by swallowing. In only a few short minutes this classy man grabbed my head tight and started to cum in my mouth.

I thought to myself how lucky I was making money by doing something that I love so much! I swirled his cum around in my mouth and continued licking the underside of his cock. Soon he pulled out by pushing my head back. I guess he reached that supper Casibom sensitive stage. I swallowed his load down and made sure his cock was clean, before he put it back into his pants and buckled up.

“That was great!” My patron exclaimed. “I come here a few times a week for dinner and conversation.” “If you are around I will always have a fifty for you.” “By the way, my name is William.”

I shook hands with William and told him that I planned to start coming to the place more often.

We then left the bathroom and William went home to his wife and I went back to the bar to spend some of that fifty on a beer. For the next few hours I sat at the bar getting to know the bartender. His name was Allan and he was very friendly towards me. The place filled up. with many more people coming in, now that the workday was over. Most of the people walking in were younger than the original crowd that was there when I had arrived. By younger I mean late thirties to early sixties. I had a few men make small talk with me, and I did take one back into the bathroom for another fifty dollar blowjob.

It was now past seven thirty and the crowd started thinning. I was getting ready to leave and visit Choker’s sex shop. I finished my beer, left a nice tip and started walking towards the exit when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

A small man about 5’5″ asked me why I was leaving so early. I told him that it seamed like the evening was winding down.

“But the night is about to begin!” He replied. “My name is Rick and I would like to buy you a beer.”

“Sure.” I answered, while sizing him up. Rick was probably in his mid forties very slim and clean shaved.

He ordered two beers from the bar and led me to a small table in a more secluded area.

I took a sip and Rick mentioned that he saw me go in and leave the bathroom with my last John.

I started getting nervous about where this was going but he allayed my fears by asking if I liked crossdressing.

I told Rick that I loved being dressed in sexy clothes. He now asked if I was a top or bottom. I let him know that I was pretty new to the scene and had only been on the receiving end. I did not know what it was like to penetrate another mans hole. I let him know that I loved fucking women though.

“That’s good Kid.” Rick said. “How would like like coming back to my place and having a dressing session?”

“What’s involved in that?” I asked. “What would be expected of me?”

“We will Casibom Giriş both dress up in sexy women’s clothing.” Rick explained. “I would also want you to fuck me.” “Would one fifty be enough to convince you to spend the night?”

“It’s plenty.” I replied. “I would love to dress up with you and I will try penetrating you.” “I don’t have anything planned so I can stay the whole night.”

With that Rick took me out to his car and we drove about twenty minutes to a nice suburban home. Rick told me that he lived there alone. His ex-wife actually made more money than him. When he confessed to her that he was gay, she let him keep the house and most of her wardrobe. She wanted out and since they had no kids she left even before the divorce was finalized.

Taking me to his bedroom, I was in awe of the two full walk in closets full of woman’s clothing. There was also a large dresser filled with lacy silky intimates! Beside the dresser there was a make-up table full of make-up and a large mirror.

Rick got us some beers out of the fridge and said, “Let’s get dressed!”

As we stripped I noticed that Rick was totally hairless from the neck down.

“How did you get rid of all your hair?” I asked.

“I naired it all off.” He replied. “I still have almost a full bottle if you want to take yours off.”

Since it would be three weeks before Sandy returned, I quickly agreed, figuring my hair would grow back before then. Rick applied it all over my legs, scrotum, lower abdomen and ass crack. I have a hairless chest so I did not need to nair it. We finished our beers and he told me to get in the shower and rinse all of the cream off. When the water hit me it seemed as if all my body hair just melted away!

I couldn’t believe how smooth my legs were. All of Rick’s ex-wife’s panties and stockings felt so great on my newly smooth skin! I loved it!

We spent almost an hour trying on all sorts of stockings, garters, panties, bras, corsets and baby dolls. Rick then took out two gorgeous evening dresses. When we put them on I couldn’t believe how hot we looked!

For the next twenty minutes Rick applied make-up on both himself and me. He then put on a wig and blow dried my long hair. We were both very passable! I knew that I would be back to visit Rick again even if he didn’t pay me next time.

I admired myself in the mirror once Rick was done with my hair. I grabbed his head and kissed him passionately to thank him. Rick Casibom Yeni Giriş kissed back and started groping my ass cheeks. I could feel the precum soaking my panties I was so turned on. In no time we made it to the bed.

I knew that Rick wanted me to fuck his ass so I took the initiative and pushed him onto his back on the bed. I then jumped on him, pinning him under me. We made out like teens and I felt him up under his dress. Soon the dresses were gone and we were grinding. My hairless scrotum and cock loved the silk panties. It was so hard that the condom was easy to get on. Rick had slid his panties off and laid down in front of me in the fetal position.

“You can just shove it in!” Rick said. “My hole is pretty loose from all of the but plugs that I wear.”

I put some lube on my condom covered cock and held the head between his cheeks. Thrusting forward my cock slid right in. I held rick tightly and started fucking him in the spooning position. It was awesome! He was made up so well, so totally smooth and sexy smelling with the perfume, that I could not tell that I was holding a man!

Fucking Ricks ass was no different than fucking Sandy’s and I easily got into it. Soon Rick was pushing back hard to meet my thrusts and I was working up a light sweat. I could see that Rick was stroking his cock in time with my thrusts. However sometimes he stopped.

“I’m going to blow soon!” I warned him.

“Go for it!” Rick moaned, as he started stroking his cock really fast.

In just a few more thrusts I blew my load into the condom. It was a satisfying orgasm and I just lied there holding Rick tight, in the spoon position. It felt so good that I must of drifted off.

At seven fifteen the next morning I felt Rick leave the bed. He took a quick shower and I drifted back to sleep. I next woke at ten and got out of bed this time. Rick was gone so I found a towel and took a shower. I loved my smooth skin!

On the way out I saw $170 and a note on the kitchen table. It read:

Dear Ron,

I had so much fun last night and hope to have many more such nights with you!

I have included an extra twenty dollars for cab fare. Please help yourself to breakfast.

My cell phone number is 555-1234. Please call me when you can play with me again.

Kisses,

Ricky

I did help myself to some breakfast. Rick’s refrigerator was well stocked and he had left coffee percolating. When done, I put the dishes in the dishwashers and wiped down the table. It was now almost eleven and I had nothing planned, so I decided to head over to Choker’s sex shop. Buying some new toys with the two fifty that I made last night seemed like a good plan.

To be continued . . .

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(My thanks to the girls who read this for me. I tried again with another story from the female point of view.)

It was a Saturday night and I knew that I was scheduled to be at the 9am mass the next morning since the usual organist was out sick with pneumonia. Being a Good Samaritan was a hard job and between volunteering at the local elementary school and the hospital, it didn’t leave much time for a thirty something like me to have much of a social life. I spent the early evening with one of my IM contacts playing on my webcam. He really loved seeing me pinch my nipples on camera and when I showed him how deep the eight inch dildo went inside my sopping pussy, it was game over. Watching the spurting cum all over his stomach was a treat that only made me desire to clean it off of him. Unfortunately, living a few states away doesn’t help in those transactions. My webcam partner logged off before I even had the chance to finish myself off.

As I thought about which vibrator would finish me off that night, I received a call from one of my “patients”. One of my former online partners had a fantasy about a hot nurse helping him with a medical condition. He only lived forty minutes away, but was very discreet when I arrived at his house with my sexy Nurse costume on. It was a beautiful night and my throat was so sore from repeatedly getting throat fucked by his nine inch man hammer. The fact he was calling me on Saturday night Casibom was telling me that perhaps he needed a return performance. I grabbed my phone and answered.

He was on the other end and it sounded like he needed some “medical attention” from me again. As I told him I would be dressed and there in an hour, he told me that he was already in town and wanted to know where to meet him. I had to think fast knowing full well that I couldn’t reserve the hotel room that night. My head was warning me that having him come over was a bad idea, but my pussy was reading different ideas. I told him my real address and told him to hurry because it was an “emergency case.”

Ten minutes later, he arrived at my house and rang the doorbell. When I looked through the window on the side, I noticed that there was another gentleman there dressed in Army greens. I opened the door and ushered them in quickly. After a quick glance around to ensure they weren’t spotted, I closed the door and led them both into my living room. As I prepared to go upstairs to put my nurse costume on, my friend introduced the military guy as Dave and told me that Dave was shipping out to Afghanistan the next day. He then told me he needed a full on examination before he was deployed and that it was a hurry case.

I immediately smiled at my friend and bent down on both knees in front of the seated soldier before I unzipped his pants. Reaching in, Casibom Giriş I noticed he wasn’t wearing his Army regulation underwear as my hand quickly found his cock. I slowly pulled it out before I licked the tip where his fluid started seeping out of. I playfully looked at his friend and asked if loved watching me examine patients like this. When he nodded, I opened my mouth and slid down on his shaft until I felt it hit the back of my throat before I closed my mouth. I started sucking off the soldier while his friend went behind me and unbuttoned my blouse to reveal my red lacey bra underneath. He reached inside the cups and started pinching my nipples while I sucked him off before he unhooked the bra and started fondling my breasts right there. His hands then slid down and unbuttoned the skirt to reveal the matching lacey boy shorts.

It was at this point that I took the soldier’s dick out of my mouth and told them both that they needed to come to my examination room. I took both of them by the hand and walked up the stairs to where my bed was. As I entered the room, I crawled on the bed and posed with my hands on the bed and my head bent down to make a sexy picture before they both disrobed. Soon, my friend’s dick was in my mouth while soldier boy reached for my boy shorts to pull them off. His tongue soon found my pussy and began to lick around the surface while I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide Casibom Yeni Giriş open to reveal where I needed his tongue. My friend took the hint and slid his cock deep in my throat as he began to throat fuck me again. I love the feeling of hard dick down my throat while my pussy gets eaten and this situation was quickly bringing me closer to an impending climax. Soon, I felt the soldier’s finger sliding inside me and making a hooking motion before I started cumming.

I lay quiet for a moment before both dicks were at the level where I could stroke and suck them easily. There I sat sucking on one while stroking the other before I felt the soldier’s cock throb a bit. I quickly started stroking it faster aiming its stream at my breasts before I watched it spit. My friend stood and watched as his buddy was discharging his weapon on my targets. My breasts were covered with so much of his cum that I started to lick them off as much as I could before my friend slid down and slammed his cock inside me. I never knew before then how much I loved the thought of being watched while I get fucked.

As his meat stick kept slamming in and out of my pussy, I allowed my tongue to lick all over soldier boy’s cock. He had a nice reaction time as his cock was hard in a very fast amount of time. I allowed it to slide into my mouth and began sucking on it before my friend took his dick out of my pussy and started spraying my stomach with his seed. Either soldier boy was hard up or a virgin because it seemed like I started swallowing his cum again almost immediately. As they began to clean up and get dressed, I rolled under a blanket and looked at them for a moment before I fell right to sleep.

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This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is unintentional and entirely coincidental.

*****

I loved Saturdays. They were easily my favorite day of the week. There was something so great about them. Yeah, having no classes was nice. Yeah, the beer was great. Yeah, the football was pretty awesome. But my favorite thing about Saturdays was the cheerleaders. College cheerleaders. While I had a hardon for most cheerleaders from most of the nation’s schools, the cheerleaders from my own school, Rasington University, were the sexiest of them all. Those firm breasts, those short skirts, those big asses. They were perfect.

Our colors were gold and blue. Rasington’s mascot was the Roosters. Naturally, most of the guys from our student body referred to the mascot as a cock. The uniforms consisted of a bright white top with a gold rooster in the center of it, gold bows, and a dark blue skirt. The skirts were really short, and they barely covered their light blue bloomers. None of the cheerleaders liked wearing the cheer sweats. It didn’t matter what month it was or what the temperature was or what the weather was like. They were really horny, and they liked showing off as much skin as they legally could.

My interest in cheerleaders developed rather quickly. I was a film student, and I liked to film a wide variety of things. My interest in film and my work on short films eventually led me to become the cameraman for my school’s football team. My job was to film the games and hand them over to the head coach to be analyzed. Unbeknownst to the school, I actually had two cameras. The DSLR that I used to film the games and the miniature camera that I used to film the cheerleaders. I kept the second camera hidden under a small curtain on the camera stand. Throughout the year, I created a collection of all the games, halftime shows, and anything that the cheerleaders did on Saturdays.

On gamedays, I arrived about one hour ahead of the game’s start time to set up my equipment. As I set up the equipment, I would take my time to watch the cheerleaders stretch, tumble, and go through their usual routines in their very skimpy uniforms.

Yep. College cheerleaders made me horny. And no cheerleader turned me on more than Becca.

Becca had the perfect double D’s. Her legs were long, and her tan was natural. She was a real blonde with dazzling brown eyes. Her ass was so big and so round that her cheeks typically hung out of whatever she was wearing. And I knew for a fact that she didn’t wear anything under her cheer panties. There was something so dirty about seeing Becca raise her leg and seeing the outline of the lips that were concealed under those light blue bloomers. I always gratified myself after the games were over, and Becca was almost always the object of my self-gratification.

On several occasions, I thought about walking up to Becca and asking her out. However, I never had the nerve to do it. Talking to women was never really my specialty. I was also pretty bad at lying. Even if I was able to talk to Becca, I would more than likely have to tell her why I was into her and tell her all about my sexual fantasies. Maybe one day I would have the nerve to talk to Becca and tell her how I felt about her. But admiring her sexy body from a distance was all I was capable of doing for now.

One evening, I was at my apartment, getting ready to head down to the stadium and set up for tonight’s football game against the Preston Pussycats. Suddenly, my libido went nuts, and I felt the need to rub one out.

I turned on my TV and DVD player and decided to watch one of my homemade movies. A few seconds later, footage of Becca stretching and practicing her cheer routine appeared on my screen. I dropped my pants and boxers and watched the show.

I got hard almost immediately. A few drops of fluid leaked out of my cock as I watched Becca shake her ass. It had been raining that day, and her bloomers were getting soaked, which meant that I could see her round ass in its full glory.

I grabbed the lubricant beside me and prepared to pour it out of the bottle and onto my cock. At that moment, the doorbell rang. I groaned loudly. I did not enjoy having my private time interrupted.

It took me about thirty seconds to pull my pants and boxers back on, pause the DVD player, turn off my television, and head downstairs.

I opened the front door to see who was there. Much to my surprise, Becca was standing on my front porch. She was wearing her sexy little cheerleader uniform. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Why was she at my place?

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi, Becca. Uh, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m kinda having a bad day,” she remarked. “My car broke down, and I don’t have any jumper cables with me. Do you have any that I could use?”

“Yeah, sure,” I remarked.

I walked over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out some jumper cables. I walked over to her and handed them to her.

“I also gotta use the bathroom,” Becca Casibom added. “Is it alright if I use yours?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” I replied. “I’ll get your car started up, and it should be good to go once you’re done.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon,” she remarked. She handed me back the jumper cables, gave me her car keys, and headed into my apartment.

Holy crap, I thought. The girl of your dreams is in your apartment. She is here, and she can be yours. However, I chose to ignore my dirty mind, and I headed outside to start up her car.

It took me less than one minute to get her car started up. I sat on the hood of her car and waited for Becca to emerge from my apartment. Ten minutes passed by, but she never came out.

Fearing the worst, I ran back to my apartment, leaped onto the front porch, opened the front door, and ran inside.

“Hey, Becca, are you okay?” I asked. “Becca?”

I closed the door and ran up the stairs, hoping that I would find her. I could hear the television in my bedroom. I felt my heart drop. I hoped she wasn’t watching what I think she was watching.

I slowly opened my bedroom door and peeked inside. I gasped when I saw my television monitor and what was playing on it. Becca had found my cheerleader porn stash.

At that moment, Becca turned her head around and stared at me. Busted. Fuck.

“So this is what you’ve been shooting on Saturdays, is it?” she asked. “I thought you were supposed to be filming the games?”

“Look, I… I know this looks really weird,” I said. “And I know it looks bad, but…”

“But?” she replied. “Yes, you seem to have quite the eye for my butt.”

As she said those words, she turned around, leaned on her knees, pulled her skirt up, and stuck her ass out. Her light blue panties rode up to the point where I could see both of her buttcheeks.

“What the… Becca, what are you doing?” I asked, unable to comprehend what was going on.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve been feeling a little… naughty,” she said with a short giggle.

I stared at Becca in amazement. She smacked her ass with her right hand. With a small amount of hesitation, I tried to work up the nerve to ask her a big question.

“Do you want…” I gasped. “I mean… can I… do you want…”

“Oh, yeah, cutie,” she said. Becca got up, walked over to me, and whispered in my ear, “You can touch anything you want. With any body part that you want. So what the fuck are you waiting for?”

I grinned. Without a moment of hesitation, I kissed her.

We fell onto the bed and began to make out. This was really happening. I was making out with the hottest, sexiest, naughtiest cheerleader that I had ever seen. I was making out with Becca.

Eventually, our lips separated, and I gazed at her perfect face.

“Hmm, you’re a pretty good kisser,” Becca said. “But I know for a fact that my mouth isn’t the only thing that you want to kiss right now.”

Laughing, I moved down and flipped up Becca’s miniskirt, exposing her panties. As usual, I could see the outline of her pussy through the panties. She motioned for me to act, and I did.

I raised Becca’s legs up into the air, grabbed the panties, and lifted them up and off of her legs. I held the crotch of her panties up to my nose and inhaled the scent. I could smell it. Becca had pleasured herself earlier today. Yep, she was one fucking naughty cheerleader.

I tossed the panties onto my bedside table and stared at the cute little pussy in front of me. It was pink and very moist. She was shaved so I didn’t have to worry about any hair. The excitement was building up inside of me. She was here, she was wet, and her pussy was mine for the taking.

I lowered my face to her crotch and began to suck her pussy. Becca moaned softly as I slowly licked her clit. She tasted so good. So sticky, so warm, so moist. I already knew that she was horny, but being able to get her this wet this quickly was definitely a shocker.

I moved my tongue inside of her and began to wag it back and forth. I pushed my tongue as far into her pussy as possible. I wanted to taste as much of her as I possibly could.

Becca yelled loudly, and I felt cum splatter onto my face. Her cries of joy turned me on so much. Just hearing her moans and screams made me want to cum right there.

At that moment, I decided to get her loose. Ready for the next step.

I pulled her clitoral hood back, licked the top of it, and began to place each of my fingers inside of her. I started off with two fingers. I slowly moved my fingers up and down. Then I added a third one. I felt her loosen up as the cum came all over my fingers. Eventually, I added a fourth finger and began to pick up the pace.

Becca’s moaning grew louder and louder as I moved faster and faster. Her cum gushed out past my hand and onto my bed as I finger-fucked her. Then I went in deeper.

My fingers moved faster. She yelled out in excitement. I found it. Her g-spot. Becca let out a scream that was so loud I was very thankful that I didn’t live Casibom Giriş with my parents or have any roommates.

She fell back against the bed, and I withdrew my fingers. I raised them up to my mouth, but Becca grabbed them and sucked the cum right off. She sat up, leaned forward, and kissed me. Her tongue tickled my tongue as she slowly sucked drops of cum out of my mouth and placed it in her own.

“Hmm… it’s kind of warm in here, and this top is a little tight,” Becca remarked. “You want to help me out?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said.

I grabbed her top and yanked it up and over her head. It turned out that she wasn’t even wearing a bra underneath it. Becca tossed her top onto the floor and allowed me to get a good look at her rack.

Her boobs were perfect. Her nipples were large, erect, and very perky. This was better than anything I had ever imagined, and I had one dirty mind.

We began to make out again. I grabbed her boobs and rubbed her nipples as we kissed. Eventually, our lips separated. I stared at her amazing body.

“You want to hear a little secret of mine?” Becca asked.

“Sure. What is it?” I asked.

“Well, I really enjoy touching myself,” she whispered. “And I always know how to get that big O. But I got to say. None of the orgasms that I had have been as arousing and amazing for me as that one you just gave me.”

“Wow,” I said, completely shocked. “So that means you’re a… you’re a…

“Have I ever done it with another guy before? Nope,” she said. “The only guys I want inside of me are the cute ones. And you are pretty damn cute. Now girls on the other hand…”

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed.

“You’re surprised?” she asked. “Why the hell do you think I became a cheerleader? They turn me on just as much as they turn you on.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. This woman… this hottie… this cheerleader… she was too good to be true. And yet, here she was. Willing to let me do anything to her.

“Now it’s my turn to taste you,” she said.

She grabbed my pants and boxers and pulled them down. My erection leaped out at her, and I just narrowly avoided smacking her in the face with it.

“Wow, you’re big!” she exclaimed.

I nodded, unable to speak. I knew at that moment what was coming (no pun intended).

Becca gripped my shaft with her right hand. Her fingers moved all over the head, looking for every sensitive area. She moved her hand up and down. I could already feel the semen rising.

Suddenly, she thrust my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue press against my urethra. I moaned softly. Her right hand gripped my shaft as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth.

I grabbed her pigtails and gripped them tightly. She pushed my dick down her throat, and the sensation became even greater. At that moment, I began to fantasize about the cheerleader footage that I had shot and all of the cheerleaders’ sexy bodies and naughty poses. The semen in my cock began to rise, and I knew that I was in for one incredible orgasm.

Suddenly, Becca stopped sucking me and yanked my cock out of her mouth. I groaned as I felt the orgasm, but I didn’t ejaculate. I collapsed onto my bed, panting loudly.

“Not yet,” she said. “I don’t know you too well, but I’m guessing my mouth isn’t the only place on my body that you want to put that giant cock.”

Becca hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. She began to finger her pussy as she waited for me to make the next move.

I grinned, reached for my wallet, and pulled out a gold packet that had been in there for far too long. I tore open the packet and prepared to place the condom onto my dick. As I began to slide the condom over the head, Becca climbed up, yanked it off, and tossed it into the garbage bin.

“Now what did you do that for?” I asked.

“Cause I’m on the pill, you silly man,” she giggled. “Sex was intended for pleasure. And right now, I want to feel all seven inches of that cock inside of me with absolutely nothing in between us.”

I smiled. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it all over Becca’s pussy lips. A few drops of fluid leaked out of my dick and onto her clit. She giggled. At that moment, I thrust my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her.

I could feel the walls close in around my cock. My breathing grew louder, and I felt my heartbeat skyrocket. I grabbed onto her boobs and played with her nipples as I fucked her. She moaned loudly as I pounded her.

Suddenly, I stopped and pulled out of her. She panted loudly, gasping for fresh air.

“What the… why the hell did you stop?” she asked.

“I just realized something,” I said. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t get to see that perfect ass when you’re in this position. So…”

“Oh, that’s what you enjoy?” she asked. At that moment, Becca turned around and stuck her ass out at me. “Well, it’s a good thing that this is my favorite position too.”

I grinned and smacked her right buttcheek with my right hand. I rubbed my cock all over her pussy and ass, whacking Casibom Yeni Giriş it against them as I prepared to enter her again.

Eventually, I grabbed Becca’s skirt, lifted it up, held onto it with both hands, and slammed myself into her. She fingered her clit and moaned loudly as I fucked her pussy from behind. I smacked her ass several times as I fucked her. Each smack made her even more excited and aroused.

“Oh, fuck it! I want to taste you again!” she yelled. “Let me fucking taste you! Please!”

Who was I to deny this beautiful sexy cheerleader what she wanted? I pulled out of her right away. She quickly spun around, grabbed my cock, and began to suck on it. Apparently, my cum and her pussy juice went really well together because she was really enjoying it.

Becca climbed onto her knees and lowered her ass down onto my face. She smacked her ass and motioned for me to eat her out. I licked her pussy and drank her juices as she devoured my cock. She motioned for me to rub her clit, and I obliged.

Eventually, I rubbed and licked Becca to the point where she came on me again, screaming loudly as she did. She climbed off of me, kissed the top of my cock, gripped it with both hands, and placed it between her boobs.

“Alright, baby, now it’s your turn to cum for me,” she said.

I immediately began to move my dick between her boobs. This felt so good. Soooo good.

Becca squeezed her boobs together, and I quickly picked up the pace. A few seconds later, I reached a point where I couldn’t hold back anymore and climaxed. I screamed loudly as I came. She squealed as my warm cum squirted out of my cock and covered her boobs and face.

Finally, she released my cock, and I fell back against my bed, loudly gasping and trying to recover from the orgasm that she just gave me.

Becca grabbed her panties off of my bedside table and rubbed them all over her boobs, collecting every drop of semen that they could possibly absorb. She raised the panties up to her mouth and slowly poured the cum onto her tongue and into her mouth. She rubbed the panties back over her pussy before tossing them onto my face and allowing me to enjoy her juices once more.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I gasped.

“I know I am, silly,” she giggled. “And I knew that you had a hardon for me. That’s why I came here. So I could give you what you wanted… and get a lot of pleasure out of it as well.”

She rubbed her fingers over her pussy and gathered a few drops of cum. She rubbed it over her lips, leaned forward, and gave me a big kiss.

“That was fun,” she remarked. “I don’t know about you, but I hope my car breaks down in front of your place more often.”

“Me too, Becca,” I said. “Me too.

“Alright, I got to get to the stadium and get ready for the game,” she said.

Becca climbed off the bed and bent down to pick up her top. Her skirt crawled up her legs, allowing me to have one last glimpse of that gorgeous ass and pussy. I couldn’t help myself.

I reached out and grabbed her ass with both of my hands. I smacked my dick on her ass a few times. A few drops of semen suddenly flew out of my cock and onto the back of her skirt.

“Whoops!” I exclaimed. Thankfully, Becca giggled.

“It’s okay,” she said, as she pulled her top on. “I’m used to feeling moist under this tiny skirt. As a matter of fact, I actually prefer it this way.”

She stared at me and frowned. I still hadn’t put on any clothes.

“You should probably get dressed,” she said. “You don’t want to miss the game now, do you?”

“Uh… yeah, right,” I said. “The game. Cause that’s what I was watching.”

Becca giggled at my remark.

“Just letting you know, I hope you never quit your job,” she said. “Keep coming to the games, and I’ll keep making you cum. And this cheerleader… well, she never breaks her promises.”

She grabbed her panties, wiped my cum off her skirt, and slid them back on. I couldn’t wait to pull that thing off of her and play with that pussy again.

“I’ll see you at the game tonight, big boy,” she said. “I hope you enjoy the show.”

Becca walked over to me and gave me a nice big kiss. She was delicious, and I was happy that she was willing to let me have her body. Once our lips had separated, Becca walked out of my room, headed downstairs, and left my apartment.

I went to the game that night, but the only person that I saw and thought about was Becca. I watched her stretch and practice her routines. I watched her cheer in that skimpy uniform, gawking at her boobs, ass, and crotch. I watched her give me naughty looks as I gazed down at her from the stands.

I don’t know how the game ended. I don’t even know what the final score was. Hell, I don’t even know if I hit the record button on the damn camera. All I knew was that Becca was extremely sexy. I knew that I was willing to do anything to keep this real-life fantasy going. I knew that I was very happy to have someone as amazing as her in my life.

And most importantly, I knew that I truly did love Saturdays. I loved not having to go to class. I loved being able to drink beer. I loved being able to watch football. I loved getting to spend time with Becca. But the greatest thing about Saturday was having at least one day of each week be filled with cheerleader pleasure.

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Here is a little story I am writing for fun…all people and places are fictional…if you wish to comment, please do so…

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She slammed the vibrator into her cunt harder and hard as the voice on the other end of the phone kept telling her “Faster, Faster…don’t stop yet Betty.” She knew she would cum very soon and turned the vibrator up to max speed, the humming sound filling the room along with her whimpers and moans.

So close, she knew at any second she would explode…harder…faster…5 more seconds…”STOP!”, came the voice on the other end of the phone. She moaned loudly but did as she was told, she hated, but loved this at the same time. He did this to her so often. She knew he would, but once she gets to a certain point, she figures he would never make her stop now.

Betty lay on her bed panting, her pussy dripping juice down through her lips to the crack of her ass…making a puddle on her bed. She always ended up this wet when talking to him. She had no idea why he had this effect on her, she truly believes that she would do anything he asked of her. She knows he would never put her in any danger, but he knew exactly how to push her buttons…and her limits…

“Ok, now…start fucking that wet pussy some more…I want you to cum now”, she was so relieved to hear him say that, she went right back at it with even more vigor this time. She could hear the juices as she fucked herself harder and faster, the vibe seemed to have a mind of its own and she just laid there enjoying it. All of the sudden the pressure go to be too much and she started to explode. Her hips began to buck up and down, her hand slid the vibrator deep into her spasming cunt, and she screamed in orgasm. “AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, Ohhhhh”

Betty was totally wiped out, she had almost passed out, she only snapped to because of the voice coming through the phone asking if she was alright? “Oh yes Darlin, I am just fine…you are so wonderful…next time we meet I will be sure to have you screaming the same way!” “Well, I will hold you to that! But right now, I must let you go…please…enjoy your day!”

Betty always had wonderful days when Rod phoned her in the mornings. He usually called her at least once a week to start her day with one of those mind blowing orgasms. Casibom Rod was one of Betty’s current lovers. He was a younger man, in his mid twenties, tall, built nicely, the sexiest of voices…just hearing his voice always made her pussy wet…she met him online, the same way she met most of her lovers now. Her friends always tell her it is too risky, but she is always careful about it, and so far, has only come across one nutcase, but that is another story. Rod is a successful man with his own business, and whenever he is in her neighborhood makes sure he stops in for some of her amazing talents.

After she regained her composure, she jumped into the shower, and got dressed for work. Betty worked in a small office with a few other women. She was the office manager, and very good friends with the owner of the company. They got to be friends through her years working there, and now ever do things outside of work. The both care for each other very much, and look to each other to get through any hard times in their lives. Quite often the talk turns to their sex life. Tracey knows all about her adventures with Rod. When she walked into work today, and got into the office they share, Tracy looked at her and said, “He called this morning didn’t he”?

“Damnit! How do you know that?” Betty could never understand how Tracy could tell, but she knew every time. “You just have that glow on your face every time he calls.” She was right, the days he calls can never go wrong for Betty, she is always in such a good mood, almost like floating. They sat at their desks, and Tracy told her to give her all the details. They talked about this for a little while, until they were both too hot to talk anymore and had to stop.

Betty has recently started thinking to herself about Tracy, and if she was into women at all. Betty had never tried it, but is realizing now that she does have that interest deep down. She keeps trying to deny it but the juices in her pussy are telling her different. And there are lots of things that give her messages that Tracy wants her too. Little things, like a quick squeeze of her ass, winks, even an occasional kiss on the cheek. But she couldn’t be interested, she is married, with a few kids. Although, she does keep saying how she and her husband do not have Casibom Giriş sex anymore, and the only sexual outlet is her vibrator.

All this talk, and thinking has gotten Betty just too hot again, and she quietly went to the ladies room, closed and locked the door, and stripped off from the waist down. That wasn’t much since she doesn’t wear panties. She tried it one day at Tracy’s suggestion since she told her she never wore them anymore either. Betty propped herself up against the sink and started to work on her clit. She went right to it, hard and fast since she didn’t want anyone to notice that she was gone long. It didn’t take long for her to have her juices literally dripping out of her pussy, down her legs, filling the room with the strong smell of her cunt. She started to slip two fingers into herself while she rubbed at her clit. She could feel the pressure building and it took all her strength to keep from screaming out. (Something else that is new since she met Rod) She went over to the toilet seat to sit because her legs were getting very weak. No sooner did she sit down, she exploded. She almost blacked out again and caught herself as she was almost falling over. After a couple minutes recovery, she got cleaned up again and went back to work.

“Excuse me, Betty. There is a call on hold for you on line 3” Pam the receptionist smiled at Betty as she walked into the office, they all got along very well there. Pam thought to herself that it must be yet another of the men Betty has waiting in line for her. Pam was at times jealous of how much attention Betty seemed to get, but always smiled to herself thinking that it was good that a nice lady like Betty was getting the attention.

“Hello, Betty speaking”, as she picked up the receiver she sat at her desk. “Hi there beautiful” it was Rod, he had called to see if she had caught her breath yet. “Well, hello there big guy” They talked for a little while about how each of their days were going, but ended up with Rod telling her he would be in town that night, and they made plans for a date. Betty was happy about this since she didn’t have plans, but was horny as hell. She went right in to tell Tracy about the call. Tracy gave her a little lecture about getting personal calls at work, but then immediately Casibom Yeni Giriş asked what the scoop was.

After going through the plans they had, Tracey had a bit of a frown on her face and Betty asked what was wrong. It turns out that Tracey’s husband is out of town for a few days, and the kids are away at the grand parents, so Tracy was gonna see if Betty would be interested in coming over to her place for a while, have a few drinks and just chill out. Maybe get a movie or two. Suddenly, Tracey got a very wicked grin on her face and Betty asked what she was thinking. Tracey said “No, never mind, it is too crazy…” Of course Betty would not let this go, and had to know what was on her mind. After a lot of begging, and pleading, Tracey finally told betty what she was thinking.

The plan went something like this…since it has been so long since Tracey has had any sex, and she knew how wild and kinky Betty was, she wanted to hide in the closet and watch Betty and Rod do their thing. She was not going to be joining them, as she could not bring herself to be with another man. She and her husband didn’t have a sex life, but still, she couldn’t cheat on him like that. The rest of the afternoon went by very quickly as the two women planned out the small details, little things like the fact that Tracey should not have anything to drink at all, since there was no bathroom in the closet, black clothing so if she moved, the shadows would be minimal. Betty would try to have the action angled in such a way to give her audience the best view.

Finally, the doorbell rang, the cue for Tracey to scram, and get into her place in the closet. They had set up a chair for her so she would be comfortable. Rod came in, and instantly started kissing Betty. They kissed in the doorway for a minute or two, until she broke away, closed the door and asked if he would like something to drink? “The only thing I am interested in drinking right now is your sweet pussy juices as they run out of you”. Betty loved the sound of that, and walked over to the couch, pulled her shorts down, and said CUM and get it.

Tracey could hear the moans of delight coming from Betty as she was getting her cunt licked. She wished so badly that it was hers. She could feel the wetness of her pussy, the heat from her arousal. She started rubbing herself through her shorts, letting a small moan escape her lips. She made a mental not to try to keep from doing that when they got into the bedroom. She didn’t want to give herself away, or, did she?

To Be Continued…

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I think the well-being of the international Black community would be much improved if Black men and Black women simply learned to communicate with one another. My name is Dhakiyah Falak Dawson. I was born and raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The only daughter of an immigrant mother originally from the City of Mogadishu in the nation of Somalia. Oh, and I’m bisexual. What I’m about to tell you is deeply confidential information. I could lose my head for this. Psych! I’m just messing with you. This tale took place during my sophomore year at Carleton University, shortly after I decided to get serious with my boyfriend Amir Abdul-Hamid. A little background info about myself before we get to the important stuff, if you please.

The life of a young Black woman in Canada is never easy. Seriously. We all got stereotypes about ourselves which we must face daily. I stand six feet tall, slim but curvy where it counts, with medium brown skin and long Black hair. People say I resemble the African-American singer Alicia Keys, only with tennis champion Serena Williams booty. I don’t take these statements as a compliment because I am my own woman. I am Dhakiyah, not some amalgamation of Black female celebrities from America. Anyhow, where was I? Most of my life, I grew up hearing negative things about Black men, especially the ones from the Muslim world. My mother, Atifah Falak emigrated from the nation of Somalia when she was twenty, and pregnant with me. She gave birth at Ottawa’s Civic Hospital on the first day of February 1988. Making me as Canadian as maple syrup.

My mother left my father Ahmed Falak in Somalia because he was a control freak and an abusive guy. Shortly after she arrived in Canada, my mother met Eric Dawson, a handsome Irish accountant originally from the City of Galway, Ireland. Fast forward a few years and they got married. My mother took Dawson’s family name, and gave birth to twin daughters, Isabel and Soraya. My mother renounced her Islamic faith and embraced Catholicism, Eric Dawson’s religion. To Somali folks living in the Confederation of Canada as well as Somalia, a Somali woman converting to Christianity to marry a white guy would seem scandalous. However, my mother did it because she loved Eric and also because she was fed up with the controlling men of the Muslim world. Thus, I was brought up Catholic. Growing up, I often heard my mother warning me never to marry a Somali guy. According to her, Somali guys were all abusive and controlling. They claimed to be following Islam by asserting their control over Somali women but my mother thought it was all bullshit. By some miracle my mother was spared the nightmare of female genital mutilation, but she knew countless Somali women who suffered that grisly fate. That’s why my mother fled to Canada, where she married a white guy and became a Canadian citizen. While I was horrified by the nightmarish situation of women in Somalia, I refused to believe that all men from that country were monsters hell-bent on controlling the women in their lives. That seemed like an overly easy classification to me. There had to be some exceptions to that rule.

Living in the City of Ottawa, I attend a Catholic school and had mostly white friends. My mother was friends with several African women who defied their families and social customs by marrying white males in the Confederation of Canada. Most of my mother’s female friends came from continental Africa and had non-Black husbands. I found it funny that my mother detested my friend Adam’s father Joel McCain, a Jamaican-born and Ottawa-based corporate lawyer who married a white policewoman from Orleans. Apparently, Black women with white husbands couldn’t stand Black men with white wives. These two interracial couples simply did NOT get along. White men with Black wives still bristled at the sight of Black men with white wives. The sheer sex izle hypocrisy of people in interracial relationships boggles the mind. Seriously. It’s a good thing that I was never into white guys because I would have ended up exactly like my mother. The last thing I wanted to be was one of those bitter Black women who worshiped whiteness and loathed their own race. In spite of my parents best efforts, I grew up with nothing but love for my African brothers and sisters.

When I came to Carleton University, I finally felt free. Even though my parents were only an hour away in the Ottawa suburb of Barrhaven, I felt like I could do anything. I opted to live in a small apartment near the Saint Laurent Mall, twenty minutes from the Carleton University campus. I chose to study business administration at Carleton because I grew up in a mostly English environment. Most of the French Canadian brats coming out of the many high schools in the City of Ottawa opted for the University of Ottawa, a fully bilingual school. Some went to La Cite Collegiale, an exclusive French college in the town of Orleans, Ontario. I always found French Canadians to be whiners so I didn’t want to study at a school full of them. The Canadian government gives a ton of money to the Province of Quebec every year because they’re always threatening to separate from the rest of Canada. If you ask me, Canada is better off without Quebec. Anyhow, I digress. Where was I?

Oh, yes. I was telling you about my dear Amir Abdul-Hamid. The first time I saw him inside the Carleton University library, I thought he was fine as hell. At least six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and well-built, with dark brown skin, curly Black hair and pale brown eyes. I knew he was Somali just from looking at him. Imagine my surprise when I found out he didn’t speak the Somali language at all. Amir Abdul-Hamid was an international student at Carleton University. Although he was born in Somaliland, he had been adopted by a white couple in the City of London, England. Luther and Annabelle Wellington adopted Amir Abdul-Hamid and raised him as their own. Amir held British citizenship, and he was raised in the Anglican faith. Wow. A Somali male raised in the Christian faith. Now I’ve seen everything!

Amir seemed ill at ease with the Somali students at Carleton University. Many Somali girls at the school noticed him but didn’t know what to make of him either. He had a silver cross around his neck, symbol of the Christian religion. He wasn’t raised Muslim. Also, he didn’t speak any Somali or Arabic. Oh, and he walked around with Carleton University women’s rugby player Beatrice O’Malley, a red-haired white chick from the City of Calgary, Alberta. Home of the rednecks of Canada. I found Amir uniquely cute and appealing. And I was determined to catch this tasty fish for myself. I approached him one afternoon inside the University Center. He was sitting at a table, sipping on a Pepsi. His paramour Beatrice was nowhere to be found. Good. I introduced myself, and asked him about himself. Amir seemed really shy at first, but I got him to loosen up. He opened up to me after finding out that I was raised in Ottawa and practiced Catholicism, the faith of my adoptive father Eric Lawson. Also, I didn’t speak a lick of Somali or Arabic. I was a Canadian-born Somali female Christian sitting next to a Somali-born Christian male raised in England. How about that? We were definitely unique.

Our conversation was rudely interrupted by Beatrice O’Malley. The tall, butch-looking redhead glared at me when she saw me talking to her man. Amir had a guilty look on his face as he introduced me to Beatrice. Beatrice sat down, bristling. I could tell that she didn’t like me. A lot of white females across Canada and America feel that Black males are their own personal sex toys. They get really territorial around Black women when fransız porno they see us eyeballing ‘their’ men. I smiled coldly at Beatrice as I continued talking to Amir about the Christian faith and its growing influence in traditionally Muslim countries such as Lebanon and Iran. I’ve always been proud of my Christian faith. To me, Islam had way too many restrictions. It’s the most oppressive religion of all if you’re a woman. I’m not just saying that because of my mother but because I’ve done my research.

Women should always do their research before changing their religion to please the man they’re with. One white female Muslim convert who traveled to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia with her Saudi-born husband has been stuck there ever since because the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia denies women freedom of movement without the expressed permission of either their fathers or their husbands. That’s one of the most basic tenets of Sharia Law. Walking around the big cities of Canada, I smile pityingly at non-Muslim Canadian women I see dating Muslim guys from Africa and the Middle East. If they only knew these men’s true views of women’s rights. They would shudder in revulsion and flee. After our talk, Beatrice and Amir left, and Amir smiled wistfully at me and wished me a good day. Beatrice shot me a cold look as they walked away. I smiled, knowing what she feared. The fact that Amir was mine for the taking. I could tell by the look on his eyes that he was fascinated by me.

That night, I added Amir Abdul-Hamid on Facebook. The next day, we met inside the campus library to study. I got to know him much better. Amir was a really nice, friendly guy. Being raised in England by a white couple turned him into a decent, friendly and open-minded guy as far as religion and women’s rights was concerned. He found Middle-Eastern’s men treatment of women to be appalling. Also, he was a staunch Christian who proclaimed his faith everywhere he went. He stunned me by declaring that he was actually waiting for marriage before having sex. A fact that annoyed his girlfriend Beatrice O’Malley, who wanted to ‘jump his bones’. Wow. Amir is a virgin, eh? Now I’ve seen everything. Seducing him away from Beatrice was going to be easier than I thought. My plan worked like a charm. I went everywhere with him, always taking up his attention and making sure he didn’t have much time for Beatrice. After a month of this, she dumped him. Game, set and match. A distraught Amir turned to me, and I comforted him. Am I good or what?

Amir was a really cool guy, but sexually he seemed clueless. I kissed him in the back of the library one time and he just froze. I was growing frustrated with him. I’m by no means a virgin. I’ve been sleeping with girls and guys for a while. By far I prefer men. They’re naughtier. Women are boring. Still, I wondered if Amir was too much of a good Christian to lust after my sexy body like a good man should. I looked inside his computer, and what I found amazed me. The guy had enough porn stashed away to satisfy an entire army! And what kinky porn! Ninety percent of them involved female domination scenarios. Women spanking men. Women beating men with belts and whips. Women doing men with strap-on dildos. Wow. Amir is a naughty bastard, eh? I confronted him with the evidence of his misdeeds. That’s when he tried to deny it. He even claimed his roommate was responsible for it. I looked inside his computer history. The guy had been accessing female domination porn since 2009. Amir broke down and confessed that he was turned on by ‘female dominance’ porn and didn’t know how to stop. I smiled and gently kissed him on the lips. Ask and you shall receive, my brother.

I took Amir home, and told him I could ‘take care’ of him. And I did not disappoint. Once we got to my apartment near Saint Laurent Mall, I stripped to my bra and panties. teen porno I admired myself in the mirror as I donned my shiny, ebony-colored and totally awesome, vibrating strap-on dildo. I surprised the hell out of Amir in the living room. His eyes widened like saucers when he saw me. I smiled naughtily, and told him to come to me. Amir hesitated, but I promised him a wonderful time. And I did not disappoint. Fear and lust dueled in Amir’s mind. Lust won over fear. My sexy man joined me in the bedroom, and we did our thing. Amir stripped to his boxers, rewarding my hungry eyes with the sight of his sexy body. He was hot as hell. Great shoulders, well-cut abs, solid arms, great legs and a nice round ass. I like a brother with a nice ass. And Amir had an ass this horny sister wanted to bite. Hmmm.

I stood there, running my hands through his curly hair as he knelt before me and sucked my strap-on dildo. I looked in the mirror, admiring our reflections as he sucked me off. Amir sucked the dildo with gusto. Hmmm. He seems pretty good at this for a first-timer. I stopped him, and then went down on him. I took Amir’s big dick in my mouth. To my immense surprise, Amir was uncircumcised. I’ve been with a few uncut guys before but they were mostly Afro-Brazilian guys from Toronto. I had never heard of an uncircumcised Somali guy. Amir told me that his British adoptive parents didn’t believe in circumcision. How cool is that? I kind of like uncut guys. They have really sensitive cocks that are fun to play with. Let’s see if Amir meets my standards. I flicked my tongue over his cock after pulling back the foreskin and I sucked his balls. Amir moaned in pleasure as I went down on him. I guess it was his first blowjob because he came pretty quick. I drank his cum. He tasted hot and salty. Hmm. I had never been with a Somali man before, and I’m a Somali-Canadian woman. The brother tasted wonderful.

Afterwards came the time to get strapping. Amir was understandably nervous but I promised him I’d be gentle. And I was. I put him on his back and raised his legs in the air. I put on gloves before lubricating his asshole with Aloe Cream and then fingering his ass. Then I gently pressed the tip of the dildo against his ass and stopped. Looking him in the eyes, I asked him if he was ready for me. Amir nodded. Gently, I eased the dildo inside of him. Amir grunted as I penetrated him, but other than that he seemed fine. I took my sweet time as I worked the dildo into his asshole. Slowly but surely I worked most of it up there. Amir seemed uncomfortable at first, but really enjoyed himself as I began earnestly fucking him with my strap-on dildo. He stroked his cock as I fucked him and I swear it got bigger and harder as I pushed the dildo deeper into his ass. I suddenly realized why. Men’s G-spot is located in their butts, near the prostate gland. The more stimulated it gets, the more turned on they become. I fucked Amir good, sinking the dildo into the depths of his virgin asshole. He screamed. He howled. He came. And he absolutely loved what I did to him.

A little while later, Amir and I kissed passionately. I picked up a condom and put it on his dick, then hopped on for a ride. Again Amir was nervous and I had to guide him through it. I was actually the one who inserted his hard dick in my pussy, believe it or not. Once he was inside of me he began fucking me with vigorous thrusts. The guy might be new to sex but his male instincts kicked in and he knew just what to do. I’m happy to say that Amir did not disappoint in the sack, folks. My sweet and sexy man fucked me good. We went at it for hours, in several different positions. We had a lot of fun together. I’ve got a lot to teach him but I know it’s going to be fun. He’s such a promising student when it comes to all things sexual. Amir left my pussy pleasurably sore after a night of hot sex. I can’t wait till I can get him in my bed again. And again. I’m so glad I met him. We’re going to be amazing together! By showing the world that modern-day Somalis are open-minded about sexuality and religion, that we value gender equality and self-expression, and we’re fun together.

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After she helped me on with my short white bathrobe I left Kitty to clean the bathing room and returned to my bedchamber. I rang to the kitchens for a scullery maid and ordered a light dinner for eight o’clock. Papa was at an overseas political function and would not be back for several days; he seems to be particularly busy of late, I thought, and I don’t see nearly enough of him. At least the knowledge of his absence would keep John at his ease. I strolled out onto the balcony to take in the evening air.

Untying my bathrobe I shrugged it from my shoulders and let it slip to the floor. It was the height of summer yet the evening air was refreshingly cool and upon my powdered and pampered skin felt most invigorating. I stretched then leant on the parapet, looking out into the garden. Below, the scurrying of gardeners’ apprentices caught my eye. One shirtless young in particular man held my gaze as I watched him sweeping the wooden oval of the musicians’ platform.

“Mistress!” A sharp whispered gasp sounded behind me. I ignored it. The click-clack of quick little steps sounded; heels on stone.

“You couldn’t wait then?” I casually asked, eyeing a particularly strong looking lad as he carried a large, cut log on each shoulder. The click-clacks momentarily paused, before a quickened clattering announced the arrival of my handmaid. “Wait for what, Miss?” she asked, dropping down behind me.

“Do not fuss, Kitty!” I said as I felt my robe upon my shoulders.

“But Miss,” she whined as I turned to her. “What if the gardeners were to see you?” I felt like casting the robe over the parapet and awaiting their upward eyes with hands lifted into my hair. Instead I merely smiled.

“Then I think they would have much to look at, and to later discuss,” I said with a wink. Kitty blushed. I looked her up and down, my robe in one hand and nail basket in the other. “To wear your new special pink dress,” I said and took the bathrobe from her. She stood, looking blankly. “You don’t usually perform these rituals in your uniform,” I clarified.

“Oh, I know, Miss, yes, but, I just couldn’t wait to wear it. It’s so pretty! I’m just so excited about tonight.” She rocked her hips this way and that, half-twirling like a child.

“Indeed.” I sat on a chaise longue, safely hidden once more in my fluffy white bathrobe. Kitty was correct; the dress was pretty, and in it she looked especially sweet and desirable. Its outer layer was very light pink; almost white, and beneath that white lace frills spilled out from every hem. An erotic version of her usual French maids uniform, much smaller and shorter, the skirt more flared and so high upon her thighs it would take only the merest lean forward to display her skimpy knickers to all who watched her. All manner of ribbons, bows and frills added to its effect, and unlike the usual representations its laces were only for show as it had a secret row of little quick-release buttons ensconced beneath the fold on one side.

Pink high heels and hold-up stockings with pretty ribbon bows at the back matched the outfit, as well as frilly cuffs on her wrists and garter straps around her upper arms, and just below the dark band of her stocking top she wore a frilly pink and white garter around her left thigh. A special pink choker had been made resembling a cats collar, and along with the frilly maids hat I had also purchased an adorable little pair of fluffy pointed cats ears in matching pink. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders and part way down her back. She looked both daringly erotic and delightfully cute at once, and I knew John would have trouble controlling his cock later that night.

Kitty manicured and painted my nails, and pedicured and painted my toes. I had cautioned her not to leave my chambers tonight so as not to spoil John’s surprise. She was beside herself with excitement. I had a scullion bring dinner to my rooms and ate on the balcony, allowing Kitty to join me. We ate and drank and together spoke of the fun we were to have that night.

Despite all her light-headed clumsiness Kitty could be at times very shrewd, especially when it came to reading my moods and desires, and I could not successfully deny to her my wish to become a woman by the cock of a man I trusted so implicitly as John. She had, apparently, sensed the need in me, and thought it particularly prudent to choose one over whom I exerted such control.

Talk of General Stanton’s visit had, I assumed, suffered some exaggeration in its retelling, and perhaps had I not let the dastardly rogue wash me with his sperm I might not have escaped with my virginity intact. It bothered me not, for I had long since learned to ignore the incessant gossiping of the lower orders.

Kitty, though, not only thought it a perfect solution, but thought it also a plan entirely of her own devising that she and I together sacrifice our girlhood to my dashing butler. I nodded, and congratulated her on her insight whilst retaining an air of reticence. She cheerfully assured me everything would be perfect, and sat smiling xnxx like the Cheshire Cat, swinging her feet beneath her chair as she munched a slice of buttered bread.

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

The evening drew in, lamps and candles were lit and dozens of white and pink roses clustered in vases around my main bedchamber. Petals were scattered upon the bed and rug, and their wonderful summer fragrance pervaded the room. Kitty applied moisturisers and creams, perfected my flowing black hair, powdered and scented us both, then helped me dress. I wore exactly the same as she, only my dress and all of my little ribbons and bows, my diamond jewelled choker and my frills, garters, heels and straps were of pure white. We offered quite a treat for each of the senses.

I sent for a servant and minutes later Kitty opened the door after came the little knock. “Come in then,” she said with amusement as the little page boy stood transfixed by the sight of her. He stepped inside, only able to draw his gaze from her shining smooth legs and mouth-watering curves when his eye caught movement across the room.

“Boy,” I said. He stood agog, eyes wide and jaw slack, staring somewhat impertinently at me as I dropped a rose stem into a vase. “Instruct the butler to bring absinth and wine for three. Speak of nothing else. And be quick about it.” He remained rooted to the spot, his eyes traversing my every curve and fluttery ribbon and frill. I turned from him to bend and breathe the petal scent of each rose.

“You heard the mistress, quickly, quickly! Chop chop!” Kitty shooed him with swishes of her arms. Reluctantly he backed away, turned and scampered off down the hallway to the stairs, his shoes softly thudding in rapid succession on the thick moquette carpeting. I smiled. there would no doubt be much gossiping below stairs tonight, and potent jealousy rife from the lower echelons of servants towards those few above them.

“Everything is ready, Miss,” Kitty tentatively announced. Her apprehension was as evident as her eagerness. I smiled knowingly and nodded to the balcony, and she flitted across the large circular fur rug in quick little tiptoed steps that turned to rapid click-clacks on the flagstones outside. Leaning on the parapet she looked down and signalled to the quartet. A moment later soft string music filtered up into the room. Kitty returned to my side. All was set.

“My Lady?” John spoke from behind the ornate oak door and knocked twice.

“Enter,” said I. Kitty squeezed my hand. The door slowly opened and a moment later, after picking his tray up from the hall table outside, John walked in. His face was a picture! And it was all I could do not to burst out laughing. A range of expressions alighted upon his features. One first of surprise as his eyes beheld me in wondrous astonishment. Open-mouthed his gaze flicked to Kitty, and up and down his fervid pupils roved as he took in the sights before him. “Do put the tray down, John,” I said with a chuckle. “I should not want you to drop it and spoil my beautiful rug.”

He stood a moment as though no longer able to command his feet, not unlike the page boy I thought, and it was only when the glasses and bottles began to clink together from the shaking of his hands that the spell was broken. He flushed and flustered and looked first one way then the other, until noticing the low table near the open balcony doors. I thought for a moment he might trip over himself before he safely reached it, but with some relief he lowered the tray to it without incident. He stood and bowed and eyed us both once more with astounded looks that barely concealed the desirous lust welling up within his eyes.

“My dear John, Kitty and I have talked much of you recently, and as you know you and I have had our own conclaves to discuss her. All has been leading to this night, and let us not pretend each are shy to experience what the other has to offer. But first I think a drink is in order. Prepare the absinth and pour the wine John, while Kitty and I get comfortable.”

Her hand was a little hot, as I assumed mine must also have felt to her. I squeezed it to assure her all was as it should be. She squeezed tightly back, conveying her excitement to me. We sat side by side on the bed and watched him work. I let her hold my hand in her lap with both of hers. Her legs kicked a little. First he placed a little white cube onto a draining spoon which he proceeded to set light to. It fizzled and dripped into the glass of liquid below. I am loathe to admit I never have had need to learn of the process from which the drink is fashioned and instead turned my attentions to Kitty. She turned to me. Moving close I brushed my cheek to hers and whispered what fun it might be to strip him of his garments. Kitty giggled and nodded her head. As we looked back John was pouring wine into tall stemmed glasses.

He rose to bring them to us on the bed, but instead I held up my hand to stop him. We stood together and moved to each side of him, taking a glass each and bakire porno sipping from them.

“You must have a drink also, John,” I told him. He hastily filled another glass and gulped heartily from it.

“Miss Laura,” Kitty purred. “Do you think he’d look better without his uniform on tonight?”

“I do, Kitten. I think in his finery he looks most handsome, but I think tonight the uniform Nature afforded him would look all the more evocative. Let us help you, John.”

We put down our glasses. John noticeably gulped. I began with his neck tie as Kitty, ever the impatient little strumpet, went straight for his belt buckle.

“Girls, are you sure…?” he stuttered, clutching his hands to Kitty’s.

“John, I wish it,” I said.

His hands dropped to his sides as his back straightened and his chest puffed out. “Yes, Miss,” he said, failing to disguise the delight and pride in his voice. Perhaps he sensed I was to be finally conquered, our weeks of game-playing now to be settled. Both girls to throw ourselves at the mercy of his lust. He would be my champion and Kitty’s hero. He was right of course, but it was in his sudden realization which I now took pleasure. Kitty was oblivious to the subtleties around her; already she had unbuttoned him and was now upon her knees untying and removing his shoes. I myself had his shirt open. His jacket lay in a heap behind him.

“Oh girls!” he gasped. I smiled, running a hand over his chest. It was a long time since I had seen it, and it was every bit as divine as I remembered! I flicked open his cuffs and pushed off his shirt. Ever accommodating, John lifted each foot as Kitty divested him of shoes and socks. I swirled my fingertips over the pronunciations of his muscles. Whilst not bulging in that way that fellows from the fields often are, John had perfectly wonderful musculature. Well defined and toned, his bumps and dips offered promises of endless hours of exploration and pleasure. His back flexed beneath the sweep of my hand and his gorgeous arse tensed to the squeeze of my palm. I looked down to see Kitty kneeling before him removing his britches.

John was naked. Kitty and I stood back together, holding hands once more. We girls were unable to take our eyes from the monstrous weapon he threatened us with. Like a great curved scimitar of flesh it held our fascination and moistened our pussies. He stood proudly, aware of both our desires for it and, smiling now, knew he would pierce at least one excited slit with it this night.

Kitty and I stepped to him, both eager to touch every part of him. John was in his prime; a man of some thirty years, beautiful to behold, and as close to perfect as a girl could hope for. We tickled and caressed, swished and swept our hands over him. He took kisses from each, and was not shy to slip his arms round us and feel beneath our dresses. His thighs and arms were powerful, his stomach rippled, his chest taut, shoulders broad and bottom round. And then there was that most masterful object; that which quivered our pussies and firmed our breasts and nipples. The thing that had Lady and servant alike well within his spell. Standing each side of him we both set a hand upon it, stroking gently at first its length. Our little fingers would fit but half way round. The great head bobbed as we worked. We both soon began to pant a little.

Had I not drawn her away Kitty would, I am quite sure, have masturbated the poor fellow to complete surrender then and there. I was forced to wrap my arms around her middle and draw her back, giggling and laughing and telling her to slow down. John seemed somewhat relieved; from experience I knew he would rather cum in the girl’s mouth than onto my rug. I bounced Kitty onto the bed and ordered absinth for all.

We sat together, sipping the bright green drink and giggling much. John sat between us, laying back on his elbows with his legs spread rudely apart and his mighty appendage standing proudly as though he were the Lord and I and Kitty were his maids. We shared many kisses, in as many combinations as there were, the most delicious being those where none was left out; where three tongues worked together in licking flicking swirls as three sets of lips pressed and kissed.

We took turns kissing and licking his darling cock, and while the pink maid enjoyed his lips upon hers the white one delighted his hot hard prick. Recreating the erotic scene she had drawn on my bathroom mirror Kitty and I sucked him together, kissing each other as we licked all over his glistening crown. His gentle hands held our cheeks and guided us up and down his shaft, sucking on one side each and licking our tongues together at the top. The absinth made us giddy, and we giggled and squirmed much. Kitty was, I could tell, especially eager to have him finally inside her. I finished my drink and tossed the glass over my shoulder and eyed Kitty as it met the floor with a dull thud.

“Let’s strip for him,” I suggested. “Then he may choose who first to touch with his tongue.” My head was dipped bedava porno as I crawled on all fours, my straight black hair spilling over my shoulders. Kitty fell back and kicked her legs in the air as she giggled. John laughed and began to tickle us both, making us squirm and squeal until we surrendered. His magnificent cock all the while kept she and I in heightened states of dizzy arousal.

I crawled to the edge of the bed and stood, and had to kick off my high heels for fear of toppling over. Holding my hands out to Kitty I helped her to her feet and caught her as she stumbled sideways. We laughed together and kissed passionately, sometimes pressed tightly to one another and sometimes showing him the tongues which worked fervently within and between each others mouth.

We would keep on our stockings, our chokers and all our pretty thigh and arm straps, leaving just our skimpy little erotically fashioned panties for John to himself remove. Each dress dropped to the floor in a white and pink tangle like a fallen vase of mixed roses. We stepped sensuously back to the bed, placing a knee each upon the spread as we held hands, backs arched with arms just slightly behind us so as better to display our firm young figures for him.

“Come, John,” I purred softly, “choose a girl to taste and tongue and strip her of her knickers.” I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled out the little maids hat and dropped it to the floor. John growled and knelt up.

“Mistress, may I taste you?” he said, his hands already upon my hips. I smiled down at him.

“You may,” I said with half closed eyes. His big fingers gripped the little strings of my panties and as he pulled each bow loose I added, “And then dear Kitty will suffer the full force of your cock.” She shuddered beside me and jumped on the bed, pulling at the cover spread to free the pillows. My panties seemed to melt from my hips as soon as the bows were untied, floating down to the floor to reveal my little tufted mound to my butler. His eyes glowed furiously. He licked his lips. I almost feared what might happen next.

I placed my hands to his face, gently holding his jaw line in my fingers. He looked so handsome, kneeling upon my bed, his thighs wide and his big curved limb arcing up towards me. I smiled and bent to kiss him quickly upon the mouth and as I drew slowly back he leant towards me, trying to keep possession of my lips. “It’s now my turn,” I whispered and kept his momentum with the slightest pull of my hands. I straightened fully just as I drew him to my centre, his body dipped and I softly purred as his lips placed a sensuous offering upon the altar of Aphrodite.

My back arched as his wonderful tongue slid the up the curve of my slit. I steadied myself with a hand on my thigh as I pushed my knee a little further onto the bed. My other moved up his neck and my fingers smoothed into his ruffled hair. I breathed his name as I held him to me, closing my eyes as his clever tongue licked and lapped between my thighs.

My hips began to swirl in slow, undulating circles as John sucked and kissed my tingling clit. I held his hair tight and murmured little gasps and sighs. Opening my eyes again I looked to see Kitty, laying along side watching intently and giggling now and again, her eyes sparkling in the subdued light of the lamps and flickering candles.

“Miss Laura, you look so beautiful,” she said. I smiled at her and lifted my hand. She looked at it, then quickly bounced up onto her knees. A moment later she was on her feet at my side, her body pressing to mine as we held and hugged and kissed. As I petted her plump little bottom she caressed and squeezed my breasts as her own pressed hotly against me.

“Oh John!” I gasped between soft, swirling tongue kisses. He groaned and muttered and licked and sucked and kept me in an increasing state of joy. I tightly gripped his thick brown hair, pulling him to me as his tongue explored within.

His tongue was indeed magical, but to reach a loftier plateau I instructed John to turn onto his back. His head lay off the edge of the bed. Demurely I raised to my tiptoes and moved on to it. Had the hand of fate been at play in the designing of he, I and the bed I had owned since childhood? For all was proportioned perfectly to enhance my pleasure.

I bent forward and leant on his shoulders as his tongue once more discovered my honeyed slit. My eyes fixed on his erect staff, as did Kitty’s. She stood behind me and stroked and squeezed my firm breasts, and when I bent forward a little more I felt moments later her quick little tongue licking between the rosy cheeks of my perky bottom.

“Oh John! Kitty! You do all to please me! Oh, how wonderful!” I was transported like never before. Their twin tongues worked furiously upon my most sensitive places. Softly and slowly they worked, long and full swishing strokes quickly changing into harder, rapid little flicks. Their lips sucked and kissed, their tongues delved inside my openings. I dropped forward, panting and quivering, onto his chest. The darkly bulging head of his manhood pressed to my cheek. I gripped his muscled thighs. His stomach tensed and rippled beneath my ripened breasts. Each made moans and murmurs and gasps and mutterings as their duteous tongues worked to thrill me most utterly.

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A couple years ago I was invited to attend an old friends wedding. When I called to decline due to finances my friend suggested I could stay with her older brother. “You know I lost my virginity to him, that might makes things awkward for his wife or my boyfriend.” I knew he was married but I had never met his wife.

“Call them,” Nikki said, “Karine isn’t that bad and I really want you at my wedding. I’ll even let you bring your worthless boyfriend.” Though we lived over a thousand miles apart, Nikki knew most of my complaints about my boyfriend (not all). After the call I pondered if I really wanted to go. It had been years, but I still missed Nikki’s brother lovemaking, even though he treated me like dirt. Oddly enough I was jealous of whatever woman he had married. My boyfriend James, friends call him Jim, I call him Jenny when he is wearing panties was still barely making money as a cook. We could barely afford the tickets to fly, if we didn’t have to pay for a hotel and could cook our own meals in a kitchen we would be able to swing it.

If James didn’t want to go I decided I would go without him. Then again would Karl and Karine let us stay? I called to find out.

“…..Hello,” answered Karine in a kind voice.

“Yes, this Bri, I am a childhood friend of Karl and Nikki..”

“Oh Brianna.” She said, her voice acknowledging some sort of familiarity. “You have become a stranger to these parts, I hope you have plans to rectify the situation,” she kidded. You missed Karl and my wedding, you are not going to blow off Nikki’s are you?” There was a warmth and confidence in her tone that would have made me feel welcome and safe. Did she know about the things I had done with Karl? Nikki?

“Actually that is what I am calling about, I have a huge favor to ask of you….” and we discussed Jim and I staying at their place for the week before the wedding. She outlined the inconvenience and hassle that it would involve. She was friendly but matter of fact.

“Sometimes Karl and I have very vocal sex, I wouldn’t want to be inhibited for a whole week.”

“I understand, we would do anything if you allowed us to stay with you.”

“Anything?” She asked with erotic intrigue.

After a second of hesitation I answered in my most submissive and compliant whisper, “Anything!” There was a pause on the other end and then she told me that she would ensure Karl allowed us to stay only on the condition that James served as their cook for the week and I helped with the housework as a maid. “Really, that is all you want.” I tried not to sound disappointed.

“Hmmm,” she laughed on the other end. “We are doing very well financially and have considered hiring help around the house. That is what you should tell your boyfriend Jim. Between you and me,” she cleared her throat softly, “My ass-hole needs a break from Karl’s cock and….,” I couldn’t help giggling, “He seems to have fond memories of yours.” She waited for me to respond. I was working out the words, the questions, and then she answered them for me. “I am a Nurse and Karl is a pharmaceutical representative. We can spike Jim’s drink every-night and he will never know.”

“OK.” I answered eagerly.

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Jim was excited for a chance to return. We grew up in neighboring towns. He also was surprisingly excited to become a couples personal chef. I realized that both of us were willing to become somebodies servant and filed it in my brain to bring up again later.

I asked him if he was going to wear panties since we were going back sikiş izle home. He gave it some thought and decided that he should wear them at night but not during the day. I say ‘should’ because although Nikki knows he wears panties she doesn’t know he sometimes wets the bed. It is an inconvenience in our life, but I have found that he is less likely to wet if he is sleeping in a pair of his favorite satin panties.

We both put in for vacation time and booked flights. The best part of the trip was when Jim had his carry-on luggage searched and the inspector actually unrolled each pair of panties he had packed. She held up the little roll he had carefully made, gave it a squeeze, unrolled it, looked inside and showed it to her supervisor. When she unrolled a pink floral print one her supervisor commented, “I used to have a a pair of those. Comfy” Jim was beat red. When it was over he was about to complain but the supervisor said, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, unless you want to volunteer for a strip search.” Jim’s anger melted and he sulked like a school girl on the verge of tears as he repacked his bags. I knew he was wearing white cotton panties for the flight out and the prospect of being strip searched terrified him.

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Jim was still flustered when landed at the airport. Karine was there to pick us up in a very large and shiny SUV. She was absolutely beautiful, thirty something years old with auburn hair and fit curves. She stopped and looked at my boyfriend for a second, “Jimmy?” She looked harder, “You grew up on Cascade Ave.” Jim looked at her. “It’s Karine, I used to babysit you, you called me Scary-Kary.”

“Oh my gosh,” He nodded, “Small world.”

Karine updated us on an array of local gossip and wedding issues as we drove to her place, they lived in a newer development on a bluff over the river. A very nice place. As we pulled into the garage she said, “Let me show you both around and get you in your room and then Jimmy you can be a good boy and grab the bags.” I wondered if she meant to be so condescending. They had a nice house with nice things and great views. We stopped in the kitchen and she turned to Jim, “Jimmy, what do you think?”

“It is so much larger and better equipped then mine.”

She looked and me and quipped, “So is my husband.”

Jim ignored the comment, “I like the view. Do you like the view dear?”

“I like bigger and better equipped.”

“Come, let me show you your room.” She took us into a bedroom down the hall, “We just had the guest room redone, when we heard you were visiting. I hope you like it and find it comfortable,” she waived her arms across the bed. “Jimmy, go grab the bags while I show Brianna the bathroom.” Jim did an about face and marched off to get our bags.

As soon as he left the room I looked at Karine, “Scary-Kary must have left an impression on him, he doesn’t move like that for me.”

“Brianna. You and Jimmy are our guests, and our servants. I want you to be comfortable, but you will also obey Karl and me promptly both in and out of the bedroom!”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“That bed has a $1400 mattress on it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I was Jimmy’s babysitter for five years, I know he wet the bed. He was still wetting the bed when I went away to college. I don’t want to be rude but does he still have any problems with that?” I hesitated, this was a great opportunity, and I didn’t want to blow it. Nor did I want to embarrass Jim, As far as I saw it bed wetting was a private matter. Since he would wear brazzers panties and watch his drinking he should stay dry. “Brianna! Does he still have accidents?”

“No Ma’am! I am sorry I as just picturing you babysitting him.”

“Good. Karl will have his ass if he ruins that mattress.”

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

We got freshened up and Nikki picked us up to take us to lunch. We went to a nice little trendy restaurant. We chatted and caught up on things. Nikki was half crazy with wedding things and decided that she should get drunk and let loose. She made me drink too and assigned Jim as the designated driver. We were on our third round of Long Island Ice Teas, the waitress was coming up and Nikki asked loudly, “Are you wearing panties today Jimmy?”

He just shrank in his seat. I turned to him and in a drunken whisper, “I thought you took your panties off after the airport.”

“What kind of panties are you wearing?!” Nikki demanded. Jim just sat there.

Now the waitress chimed in, “I want to know what kind of panties she’s wearing.”

Nikki and I both exclaimed, “You said She!” and burst into laughter. Jim got up already starting to cry and ran to the bathroom. The waitress looked at us with smile and a ‘what the fuck’ look. We just laughed.

Nikki leaned over the table, “Is Jenny going to go to the bachelor party or the bachelorette party?

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I was still buzzed when we got back to Karl and Karine’s. Jim was giving us the silent treatment which was OK. Nikki and I went to the guest bedroom to take a nap while Jimmy headed to the kitchen. Nikki stripped down to her underwear and pulled the sheets back. “It will be like a sleep over when we were younger.”

I smiled, “Except we were more horny and less intoxicated.” I tried not to stare at her breasts and still fabulous figure.

“Bri, you don’t still wet the bed?”

“No I haven’t wet the bed since I was fifteen.”

“Good. Karl would have your ass if you did.” Nikki motioned for me to come hither with her finger. I climbed on the bed and obeyed. I had told the truth I hadn’t wet the bed in almost ten years. “Spread you legs, you know what Reagan said, ‘trust but verify.'”

“Nikki, did you ever tell anyone I wet the bed?”

“My Brother, then he almost stole you from me, so I figured I shouldn’t tell anybody else.”

I smiled and settle into the sheets while Nikki settled into me.

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

Jim woke us up for dinner. He had prepared an Oriental fusion meal. Karl and Karine were pretty impressed. After dinner Karine said she would get everybody some drinks. She brought back a round of Margaritas. She winked at me as she handed Jim his. Karl proposed a toast and directed everybody to slam their drink. Karine looked at me and asked, with a smile if I was feeling any jet-lag.

“Yeah, I am feeling a little Jet-lagged, we should turn in. Would you make us a list of what you want for breakfast, and what you need cleaned.” Jim and I stood up and would have headed for the bedroom but the Karl changed ad libbed.

“That is to bad because I was going to offer some Long Shadow of Death stout to share.”

Long Shadow of Death is an afterthought of a nearby Micro-Brewery. It is unavailable 20 miles from it’s origin and unknown 50 miles. Drinking Long Shadow of Death Stout is one of the few masculine things Jim does and is partially responsible for us getting together in the first place. It isn’t his masculinity that attracted him to the beer fake taxi porno it is the perceived subtle complexities that segue into unneeded discussion and excessive experimentation.

Thus the two men went out to the deck to drink their brew and Karine invited me to see her arboretum upstairs. They had a variety of banzai trees and small fruit trees. There were also some flowering vines hanging down from a trellis. “It is to bad the moon isn’t full, the blossoms stay open for that.”

“I like open blossoms. This is really nice up here. Do you want me to water these in the morning?”

“I will leave you instructions.” Karine leaned back against a post, “Brianna, have you ever been intimate with another woman?”

She was obviously oblivious that I had been with her sister-in-law that afternoon. “Occasionally, I’m not Lez but I do appreciate the feminine.”

“Is that why you like Jim?”

“Mmmmmmmm, Maybe. But right now he is arguing the obscure points of beer with Karl. He is sensitive and I need somebody sensitive, but it would be nice to be with a man…. like Karl.” I felt a little awkward talking about having sex with her husband and kind of wished we had brought some alcohol upstairs with us. “Have you ever been with a woman Karine?”

She leaned in close, “Not yet.” A half-breath later we were making out. I believed her that she was new to women, she was trembling and clumsy, but so tender and passionate. I took extra care to advance at her pace. With every caress and breath we advanced, in thought action and reaction. Slow. Strong. Steady.

Sometime later she had her ass half off some sort of patio furniture while I serviced her hedge. I felt somebody tugging at my panties and looked back to see Karl’s figure kneeling behind her. Our gazes met as he slid my panties down my thighs. Conveniently I was already in the doggy position. Karine mumbled something and then said, “Is Jim passed out?” Karl grunted. “OK well screw her but don’t interrupt what she is doing.” She place a hand on the top of my head and rotated my lips to her lips and now our eyes were locked. Her smile got wider and I heard a zipper and then denim hitting the floor. “Are you ready for a real dick again?”

I lifted my head off her pussy to answer but she smacked me lightly, “Hush, You keep eating. Honey you may want to use more lube.”

I felt his dick nudge my ass cheek and then a moment later it was at my ass-crack. I arched my back and made myself more available to him. He grabbed the flesh on my right hip and slid his dick up and down my crack with his left. “You remember this, Baby?”

I acknowledged with a long sigh and stuck my tongue deep into his wife. He slid his cock back to my ass hole and now had both hands on my hips. His wife was telling him to fuck me and before I knew it he was. My mouth was off her mound and on her belly as his thrust shook me from the inside out. My breathing escaped my control and waves of pleasure began. I was half blind in orgasm when I heard him say between thrusts, “She… is … so…. tight.” my orgasm lapsed into actual squeals and then he exclaimed, “I… I…..I am going… going to come?”

“Come in her ass, honey, just do it. Come in her ass. She is ours.”

And he did!

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

Afterwards we returned to the kitchen and enjoyed a a couple bottles of wine. I kept whispering but then Karine assured me that Jim wouldn’t hear anything. I went to bed about midnight. Drunk and fucked and grateful that Jim was snoring like a bear. I curled up to him , kissed his cheek and said good-night.

A while later I woke cold and wet, Jim was still snoring but something was wrong and then my still buzzed brain realized that the bed was wet. That was not good. Not good at all. Karl would have our ass.

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Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange chain-letter through e-mail, discover that two mutual friends (Vivian and Rachel) are also engaged in a secret relationship. Both women agree to seduce the unknowing couple separately…

1.

Andrea sneaked into the kitchen, dropping her suitcase and smiling at Fey, sitting at the large dinner table.

“Afternoon, dear. Mmmmm…” Her kiss was deep and enthusiastic, her tongue dancing inside Fey’s eager mouth. She reached over from behind, snaking around Fey, who shifted in her seat to accommodate her. Andrea caught a glimpse of several balance sheets, interest reports and investment accounts covering the smooth, varnished surface of the table. “What are you doing? Keeping up with the paperwork?”

Fey smiled warmly, still flushed by the kiss. Every time Andrea came in from work, she could look forward to a delightful interlude. “Yeah, we have a charity auction in two weeks. I’m working on projections.”

“The work of the rich and beautiful fundraiser is never done, mmmh?” Andrea teased, pulling up a chair and sitting down right next to Fey. She took off the jacket that hung over her white blouse, dropping it on the backrest, and kicked off her shoes.

“Well, I *do* have to catch up. I was… a tad busy this afternoon.”

Andrea grinned, interested in the implication behind the slight pause. “Vivian?” she ventured.

Fey winked at her, with a wicked expression on her face.

“And just exactly what kind of activity caused that delay?” Andrea inquired eagerly.

Fey stood up slowly, clasping Andrea’s hand in her own and pulling her up from the chair she had just sat in. “How about we get you out of these clothes and I can tell you” she said softly.

2.

Office Hours were brisk and hectic at Wilsons and Wilsons. Fey arrived around one-thirty, not bothering to schedule an appointment. The secretary gave her the usual routine speech until Fey coerced her into calling Vivian, at which point the lawyer ran out of her private office to welcome Fey with open arms.

They sat in comfortable leather sofa-chairs, next to the large desk cluttered with files, papers and legal documents, and chatted for a while. Vivian complained about her heavy case load, but expressed a dire and genuine need to go out on a girl’s night one of these days, for old times’ sake. Fey filled her in on the small changes in her own life, somehow managing not to mention Andrea, as well as the rather drastic changes in her sexual preferences. She also dropped subtle hints to the effect that this was much more than a social call. Eventually, the usual banter between girlfriends gave way to the affair at hand. Vivian crossed her legs, right over left knee, and Fey did not fail to notice her long legs.

“What can I do for you?” she asked, sensing that Fey had come for a specific reason.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, really” Fey told her. “I’m here for your advice. Both as a lawyer and as a friend.”

“Certainly,” Vivian assured her, her hands coming together on her knee. “What can I do?” Fey recounted the details of the fictitious incident with perfect skill and timing. The slight tremor in her voice was reminiscent of latent nervousness, as was her subtle avoidance of Vivian’s soft, hazel eyes. It immediately triggered an alarm in Vivian’s head, since Fey was really *not* the kind of person to break down under any kind of pressure… a child born into a wealth, raised sensibly by loving parents who encouraged her talents and interests, a woman who studied and worked hard, became heir to a sizable family fortune-and had the skill to do it well… Fey was *never* upset about her work.

Vivian focused attentively on Fey’s words, trying to gleam some kind of understanding. A fellow chairperson, in charge of a mutual charity fund Fey supposedly administered in concert with a corporate partnership in the private sector, had made advances to her. This person also happened to be the key to the company’s ultimate approval of a very large and generous charity donation.

“Advances?” Vivian inquired worriedly. “What this man do?”

Fey breathed in deeply, managed an acutely embarrassed look. “Uh, actually… it was a… ‘she'”

She glimpsed Vivian’s reaction, a concerned frown followed by a gentle nod.

“What did this… person do?”

Fey did her best to look flustered. “She began massaging my shoulders following a late night meeting to go over Casibom some figures. We were both tired, I was pretty racked, maybe even a bit tense. Maybe she noticed I was a little stressed out, and wanted to help me get rid of it. It all seemed rather innocent at first.”

Vivian nodded, concentrating on Fey’s every word. “Go on.”

“I had a funny feeling. Her hands were caressing me at times. She lingered a bit much. I didn’t think much of it at first. Her perfume smelled nice… when I finally stood up… began stepping closer.”

Her pause went on for several heartbeats.

“She… walked into my arms. It was all very strange. I didn’t really fight it. I was… surprised. It only became uncomfortable when her cheek stroked mine. Her hands moved around my hips and brought me closer to her body. I felt her against me…”

Fey still observed Vivian from the corner of her eye, noting her friend’s impassible stare. Her thoughts briefly returned to that strange e-mail that had been sent by Andrea. Despite what she and her lover suspected, she knew she still had to tweak her story slightly, eliminating the notion of a coercive act and win the lawyer’s sympathy… and seduce her.

“I felt her lips against me. It was like a dream… like I was outside myself. I couldn’t quite believe what she was doing… I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this…”

Vivian reached out from the adjacent sofa with her right hand, covering Fey’s in a gentle and supportive way as she began shaking like a leaf. “It’s OK… don’t worry, I’m listening… Did you get a chance to struggle? Did anyone see the both of you?”

“No…” Fey whispered, eyes glued to the carpeted floor, “I … I didn’t really *want* to fight it.”

Vivian shifted slightly on the sofa, her leg brushing momentarily and involuntarily against Fey’s. “Was she pressuring you in other ways?” she asked softly. “Did she tell you this was the only way her company would hand over the money to the charity?”

Fey shook her head. “I wasn’t thinking about that. I wasn’t thinking… about anything. Her breath was sweet… I don’t think I could have broken away… even if I had wanted to.”

Vivian frowned, and for an infinitesimal moment, seemed unsure of herself, unable to understand. Her hand, still covering Fey’s, squeezed gently. “Don’t take this the wrong way Fey… I just want to be absolutely sure… do you think it may have something to do with the fact that this person pressured you, and may have… confused you a little?”

She was hesitating, struggling with her words, unsure what to imply, unsure of what her words meant or insinuated. Fey remained silent for a time, and finally brought her other hand to cover Vivian’s. “I don’t think it was wrong for me to kiss her back… It didn’t feel wrong…” she murmured. Vivian’s visage betrayed conflicting emotions, but the trembling of her hand was all the indication Fey needed. She could feel Vivian’s pulse race as she cradled her right hand, and her fingers enlaced those of the beautiful, professional woman who was attempting to comfort her.

“I’m not saying it’s wrong…” Vivian finally said, “but… what I mean is…” her voice trailed off, her concentration broken by Fey’s gentle caress. Despite the delicate tan of her skin, she seemed to be blushing.

A moment later, she sighed, brushing long strands of black hair behind her ear with her left hand. Then, her words came out softly, diplomatically. “If she did something that was against your will, then what she did was wrong. Was it… unwanted? Is that why… you came…?”

Fey’s dark green eyes were filled with guilt, submissively kept downward. Her voice was becoming softer and softer with each response, as if she were sinking deeper and deeper into a dream “I’m not sure…”

“You’re not sure she forced herself on you,” Vivian whispered, “…or you’re not sure you didn’t want her…” Fey’s eyes suddenly rose to meet Vivian’s, and spoke tender words that send a current running through her spine. “Have you ever wondered how it would be?”

Vivian lost herself in Fey’s mesmerizing gaze. For a moment, she was caught between long, eternal seconds, caught in the soft beauty of the woman whose caressing fingers were sending shivers that warmed her entire body. Then, sharply, she looked away, pulling her hands to her, shattering the spell. She quickly stood up and reached for a tissue box behind her desk, as if to hand it to Fey. Her heart and mind fought for control as her body shook with growing passion, trying to reassert control.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, felt herself being turned slowly around. Felt arms sliding around her delicate hips. Her own arms remained at her sides, unwilling to fight the sudden embrace. Fey’s breath was hot on her lips. Her mouth opened, her body trembling momentarily as she immersed herself in the slow, languorous kiss. Seconds trickled by as Fey continued, her fingers rising in Vivian’s back, caressing the curve of her Casibom Giriş spine through the rich fabric of her executive garb, pulling her closer. Vivian relinquished all control, this new spell melting away any and all resistance. Halfway through the kiss, she opened her mouth, accepting Fey’s eager, probing tongue. Finally, she pulled back, catching her breath, her body warm, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, a wetness seeping between her legs.

Fey’s breath was sweet and intoxicating. “Please” she begged, “I… need you… want you…” Vivian’s body responded to the plea, her assertiveness reborn in an explosion of sudden, intense, undeniable lust. She lowered her mouth down upon Fey’s, brushing her lips teasingly against hers.

“Let me” she said simply. They turned together, like a waltzing couple, Vivian in the lead. She pushed Fey back against her desk, graciously guiding her up on it’s cold, wooden edge. Her hand caressed its way down Fey’s chest and hips, her fingertips brushing against the white cotton shirt, sliding under the long folds of her light peach skirt, searching out the thin fabric of her panties. Fey breathed in sharply at the sensation of the woman’s fingers on her pubis, only to relax moments later, an half-embarrassed, half-wanton smile on her lips. Vivian began to tease her, stroking her lightly, feeling her pussy heat and wetness through the cotton material.

“What did you want that woman to do?” Vivian breathed lustfully. Fey’s legs parted instantly, accommodating Vivian’s delicious ministrations.

“Oh…!” she cooed softly, before catching her breath. She gazed at Vivian’s wicked smile, at the mischief in her eyes… totally lost in the delicious song of her fingers on her cunt. “I… wanted…”

“You wanted her to lick your pussy, my dear” Vivian stated matter-of-factly, 1with the assurance of a woman in complete charge of the situation.

Fey moaned in approval, the burning inside her pussy becoming unbearable. Her knees parted even farther, while Vivian continued to masturbate her.

“Do you know how it feels?” whispered Vivian, in lustful rhetoric, “To have a woman making you come? … to have a woman’s tongue teasing, stroking… licking your pussy?”

Fey’s stifled a squeal as Vivian’s hand shamelessly slipped inside her panties, her fingers probing deep into her moist slit. She was lost in her part, becoming the enraptured, consumed neonate, driven to the edge by the lovely, experienced woman who was meticulously finger-fucking her in her own office, only a few feet away from her secretary and the rest of the service staff. All sense of control was slipping away, replaced by libidinous desire and impassioned wantonness.

“My… my… my” commented Vivian, her tone seemingly as indifferent as if she were reading court transcripts, “you’re completely wet down there…” Her eyes had lost none of their mischief, and delighted in seeing Fey reacting with such abandon to her attentions. “Surely you’ve been thinking nasty thoughts… I bet you’ve been thinking about her all the way to my office…” Vivian’s tone of voice was lewd, echoing Fey’s obvious enjoyment of her gentle touch. She pulled her hand out from Fey’s cunt, and brought her fingers to her mouth, savoring her juices, shamelessly and gingerly sucking on each digit as she stared directly in the woman’s eyes, obviously enjoying the taste. Fey shook and trembled, her legs parted immodestly, her skirt pulled back, her soaked panties laid bare.

Vivian slowly got on her knees, while Fey’s legs shifted, knees coming together accommodatingly while the lawyer pulled the panties off effortlessly, down the thighs, past the knees, the ankles and the pair of white high-heeled shoes. She threw them aside while Fey spread herself once again, her hands leaning back for support on the desk as she offered herself. Vivian’s knees rested on the soft carpet, eyes level with the beautiful sight of her friend’s hot, flushed, wet pussy.

“Mmmmm… you are going to taste soooo good.”

Fey closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, feeling Vivian’s warm tongue licking her dripping cunt. Her whole body shook uncontrollably, the spasms of pleasure making it difficult for her to breathe. She began to shift up and down on the edge of the desk, following the rhythm of Vivian’s licks.

“Oh… OHHH… Ohhhh Viv!” she spat out, in short, breathless cries. Vivian smiled wickedly, her tongue delving deeper inside, parting Fey’s sweet little slit. She lapped up her sweet juices, which now coated her mouth and dripped down her chin. She nibbled at Fey’s clit, smiling as it produced half-stifled squeals.

Fey’s head and back arched as her fingers rigidly gripped the desk, knuckles becoming white under the effort. Her entire body was burning, begging for release, breaking under the strain of Vivian’s merciless, passionate assault. She was locked in heavenly torment, in a maelstrom of pleasure, seducing her friend with the sweet essence flowing freely from her cunt. Casibom Güncel Giriş Her awareness dimmed, centering on her hot slit, the feel of her labia being parted by her lover’s enchanting tongue… She squealed, calling out her name as she came, not caring if she was heard, only aware of her pussy opening up like a flower, drenching Vivian’s face with a torrent of her juices as she climaxed.

She shook, long and hard, legs wrapped around Vivian’s soft neck, her pussy riding her friend’s face… she felt her soft, dark curls caressing the inside of her tights as the orgasm continued to rage through her… and slowly leaned back on the desk, still quivering in the glowing aftermath of the incredible climax that had almost shaken her apart. She took a moment to catch her breath, sweat pooling between her breasts, her shirt clinging to her skin as she shifted her balance forward.

“Oh… Vivian… I can’t believe… that was amazing…” Though she struggled to reassert the part of the lesbian neonate, she most certainly did not hide her appreciation of Vivian’s loving skills. The lawyer stood up, lightly brushing the fingers of her left hand against her glistening lips, rubbing female juices into her skin, while she caressed Fey’s labia with the right, still very much in control of the situation.

“Is… that what you wanted from that woman?” she asked Fey softly.

“Not… all of it…” Fey answered, smiling blissfully. She slid off the desk like a siren returning to the sea, her long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders as she leaned over and licked her juices off Vivian’s waiting tongue. They kissed once again, their tongues thrusting deeply in each other’s mouths, the eagerness of their first moments together giving way to a deeper, more consuming intimacy.

Fey’s hands quickly rose to fondle Vivian’s heavy bosom, restrained inside the tight and formal business shirt and jacket. She wore a navy blue striped suit that accommodated her feminine curves while giving her a commanding presence, and Fey’s nimble fingers briefly stopped caressing the heavy orbs through the dense material to delicately and quickly unfasten the buttons that held the treasure she sought. Instantly, effortlessly, the jacket fell to the floor behind, and Fey contemplated the low cut white blouse Vivian wore underneath. Her arousal grew as she noticed the firm outline of Vivian’s protruding nipples, which she caressed immediately. Her friend was not wearing a bra underneath, and moaned approvingly under Fey’s tender touch.

The buttoned folds of the blouse were soon parted, revealing Vivian’s beautiful, shapely breasts. Fey was mesmerized by the spectacle, her lover smiling a secret smile, her hand still massaging Fey’s drenched pussy, indulging her to continue caressing her tits. The woman sighed as she felt Fey’s warm fingers slide against her skin, wrapping around her breasts and kneading the heavy, firm flesh. Her pink nipples hardened almost painfully, the unearthly sensation of Fey’s graceful caress sending her mind reeling.

Fey’s head leaned down. She paused for a moment, as if to hesitate. “Yes… Fey… please… don’t be afraid…” urged Vivian, just as Fey had hoped. Her lips pursed into an ‘o’, and she slid them over the areola of Vivian’s left breast. She ran her tongue roughly against the nipple, before sucking on it gently. Vivian’s left hand continue to caress the folds of Fey’s pussy, but the right rose and lost itself in the rich mane of her lover’s soft hair, pressing down urgently on the back of Fey’s head, guiding her mouth to her bosom like a mother would a suckling child’s.

“Yes… don’t be afraid… don’t be afraid…” she soothed in a dreamlike voice. Fey increased her sucking, biting down on the large nipple before lazily teasing it with the very tip of her tongue. Then, using her pink tongue, she began tracing lazy circles down the slope of the breast and up the other, tasting the salty sweat off Vivian’s moist skin. Slowly but surely, she was assuming control of the situation, Vivian loosing herself in an ocean of yearnings. She continued to lick and suck, her face buried in the heat of Vivian’s flesh. She reached down with her hand, snaking underneath the lawyer’s tight, business skirt, feeling for the softness of panties. As the tip of her fingers encountered warmth and wetness, Fey smiled at the delightful surprised-Vivian was not wearing any. She deftly brushed past her pussy lips, and slowly, into the dampness of her vagina.

Vivian breathed in sharply, and Fey felt her chest rise up and down as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy.. She felt the lawyer’s sweet and abundant juices running down her knuckles and palm, and felt the yearning to sample of Vivian’s elixir. She continued to finger fuck her friend until the latter couldn’t stand anymore, trembling and moaning, desperate for release.

“Fey… please… oh… don’t!”

She let out a frustrated moan as Fey stopped. When their eyes met, Fey nodded to the nearby couch.

“Your turn…”

Vivian’s skirt dropped to the floor after a quick motion, and the white blouse, damp with her sweat, quickly followed. Fey slid over to the couch, reclining in the soft leather, her head gently resting on one of the armrests.

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I got a few responses of wanting to hear more stories with Aunt Ellie in them, this is what I picture, would happen if we ever did get together. Hope you like.

* * * * *

It’d been almost a week since I’d been with Aunt Ellie, I was often woke from a dream, and I’d realize I’d been dreaming of Aunt Ellie. I couldn’t get the woman out of my mind. I came in from work and saw the new message light flashing on my phone. As I listened to the hang ups, and recordings of sales pitches, I almost just scrapped them all, then I heard a familiar voice, “Jerry, this is your Aunt Ellie, I can’t stop thinking about your visit, and was hoping I could get you to come for a visit this weekend. If you can’t I’ll understand, but if you can, please call me.”

I was in shock, Ellie wanted me again too, I flipped through the address book, and dialed Ellie’s number. The phone rang several times, then I heard her soft sexy voice answer, “Hello?” I wasn’t sure what I should say, so I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “I want to lick your inner thighs up to your sweet, hot, wet, pussy.”

“Oh My God! Jerry, you called!” She exclaimed. I’m packing a change of clothes and on my way.” I told her. “I’ve got the guest condo reserved, so people won’t think anything wrong.” she said. “I’ll be there in about two hours.” I told her, she tells me to be careful and she’d see me soon. I hung up the phone, threw some clothes in a bag, grabbed the ky, and headed out the door.

The drive was uneventful, I pulled up in front of Ellie’s condo in exactly two hours, ten minutes. I pressed the buzzer, “Yes?”

“It’s Jerry.” I called. The door buzzed open, I entered, and up to her floor I went. As the door opened to the elevator, she was standing there, dressed in a robe, when she saw I was alone as I got off the elevator, she let the robe fall open, showing her naked body underneath. Aunt Ellie was a wild woman, I thought to myself, I dropped my bag, my hands going inside her robe, caressing her skin. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed deeply, I broke the kiss, grabbed my bag, and walked her backwards into her condo. Closing the door, I pushed her robe altyazılı seks to the floor, I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed I spread her legs, and without any formalities, went straight for her clit. I sucked her and licked her till she came hard on my face.

I stood, removing my clothes, my cock hard, I leaned down and picked her back up, my cock going between her legs, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked into the bathroom as we kissed, her licking her juices off my face. I turned the water on in the shower, and when I felt it was the right temperature, I stepped us into the warm stream of water. After we’d gotten totally wet, we took turns soaping the other up. I turned her towards the front of the shower, bending her at the waist, the water cascading down her back, I bent at the knees slightly, rubbed my cock on her pussy lips, then pushed the fat head into her tight hole.

The water running around my cock as it slid in and out of her hot, tight, wet hole, she started moaning, I’d pull out till just the tip of my dick was in her, then slam it back in hard and deep. Bracing against the wall, Aunt Ellie, grunted back at me, “Yes, Jerry, Fuck your old Aunt Ellie, I love the way you make my breasts bounce when you slam into me, I love the way the water feels as it goes around us.” I reached around and grabbed a nipple, pinching and twisting it, I received the response I wanted, a long moan of lust, I reached down and started to finger her clit, “Yesssss” she hissed.

Pulling my cock out leaving just the head in, I stopped, not moving, she whimpered in frustration, she tried to push back onto my cock, I backed up not allowing it. “Please Jerry, don’t be mean, don’t tease me, fuck me, fuck me hard.” I grabbed her hips and started to piston in and out of her hard and fast, my balls swinging up and slapping her pubic area. “Yes, Jerry, that’s it baby, fuck me, fuck your nasty old auntie.” she hissed through clenched teeth. I felt her start to shudder, her pussy started to squeeze me, milk me, I slammed in as hard and deep as I could, I started pumping anal porno my cum deep into her cunt. She mewed out her orgasm, so intense, she could hardly breath. I pulled out of her and leaned up against the back wall of the shower, Ellie turned and dropped to her knees, and took me deep into her throat, licking, sucking me clean.

She managed to keep me hard, and continued to suck me, the water hitting her in the head, a couple of times she got chocked on the water going up her nose when she breathed in. I started to pump into her mouth, my balls slapping her on the chin, I grabbed her hair with my hands and started to fuck her face. It took less than 15 minutes for her to make me cum in her mouth. Exhausted, we got out of the shower, dried off and went to her king sized bed and laid down. My head was on her thigh, hers on mine, I watched as my cum started to trickle out of her hole, down the crack of her ass. I spread her legs, and started to lick and suck her clean, paying close attention to her asshole. I rolled her over onto her stomach on top of two of the king sized pillows, her ass was sticking up perfectly. I managed to get my bag over close to the bed and retrieve the ky without missing a lick on her tight virgin asshole.

Once she’d relaxed enough for my tongue to penetrate fairly easily and deeply, I lubed a finger, and started to tickle her hole with it. I started sucking her inner lips, as I stretched them almost to a painful point, I allowed my finger to press into her tight asshole. After several minutes of sucking her pussy and fingering her ass with my finger, I inserted a second finger, she only moaned louder. Soon I had a third finger inserted deep into her tight ass, she was moaning loudly, enjoying the feeling of fullness. With my free hand I lubed my cock generously with KY, I knelt behind her, and told her to push when she felt me pushing into her, if it started to hurt, for her to squeeze my hand and then squeeze my cock hard, like she was trying to pinch it into. She grasp my hand tightly, I told her to rub her clit with her other hand, I could feel her nails graze my cock, I started to anime porno push slowly, I love watching as my cock stretches her ass hole and slowly disappears into her.

The head slowly disappears into her, then an inch, she squeezes my hand tightly, and her ass snaps down hard on my cock. As she squeezes, I pull about half an inch out, she relaxes, push I tell her, when I feel her pushing, I push inward with my cock, another inch slips in, I can feel the resistance of her tight rectal ring, I push a little more, she squeezes my hand and dick simultaneously, I stop, pull out a bit, she moans, she pushes, I push, another inch, squeeze, pull, push, another inch, this continues until I’ve got my cock buried to the hilt in her ass.

“Oh my God, I feel so full, Jerry, it feels sooo good.” She moaned. Now Ellie, when you feel me pull my dick out of you, you squeeze, when you feel me pushing, you push, when we start to get into it and you want it hard and fast, just push, don’t squeeze or you’ll hurt us both. She shook her head in acknowledgment, I started to pull out, she squeezed, I was so close to cumming, but wanted this to be good for her too.

I pulled till just the head was in her ass, then pushed back in to the hilt. Out, in, out, in, she loosened up nicely and was wanting it harder, soon my balls were slapping on her pussy, her pussy juices were flowing so much, it was running down my balls. She spread her pussy open so that each time my balls hit, they smacked her clit.

I fucked her ass for over 30 minutes, then she stopped, rolled over onto her back, my cock still buried deep in her ass, “I want to look in your eyes when you cum in my ass Jerry.” She said. I leaned down and kissed her deeply as I pushed in deeper, her pussy wetting my pubic area and stomach. I pulled out and slammed it back in, soon we had our rhythm again, “Cum in me, Jerry, Cum in me now.” she said, biting her bottom lip. I shoved in deep, my cock swelling, she moans, I start shooting deep into her ass. Our eyes locked together, I start to jerk and spasm with each shot of cum.

I collapse on top of her, she kisses my forehead, stroking my hair, whispering sweet nothings. And to think we still had two more days to play, before I had to go home. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, cuddled against her, suckling like a baby, I drift off to sleep, my cock buried in my Aunts ass, cum running out from around it. Weekends were taking on a new meaning for me.

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