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Freshman Year Roommate Pt. 20

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Freshman Year Roommate, Part 20

Everyone is over 18 years of age

We spent a few days with Scott, John’s best friend from back home. He’s a really nice guy, and it was great to get to know him better. Before this visit, I really only had a few moments with him now and then. But this really gave Scott and me a chance to get to know each other. That made me feel even more a part of John’s whole life. Some high school friends don’t stay close, but it seemed like Scott would be a part of our lives, so it was great to spend this time with John and him.

Scott headed back after a few days. He had his own graduation to attend, as ours was coming up. We’d run all over, as well as having some drinks, so we weren’t in a rush to wake up the morning after, not even my morning person fiancé. I slowly woke up and found John still was sound asleep with his arms wrapped around his pillow. I gently lifted the covers off him, to admire his beautiful physicality. Those shoulders, the muscles of his back, those long legs, and that butt. Oh, lord, that butt. I started gently running my hand down his body and rested on his cheeks for a moment, before he quietly, sleepily said, “Perv! Copping a feel while I sleep.”

“You’re talking a lot for a guy who’s supposed to be asleep.”

I could see a little smile on his face. “You remind me of someone.”

I said, “Oh, who’s that?”

“My freshman roommate.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, cute guy. Poor boy didn’t even realize how cute he was, probably because he was in the closet and afraid to stretch his legs. But I was finding myself, too, and I noticed he liked me. One day, I flashed him my dick, and I thought his eyes would come out of his head. It was so cute!”

“Wait, that was deliberate?”

“You know, hon, I honestly don’t know. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but… well, I was attracted to you, and I thought I had a good read on you at the same time. So maybe all of that, and my own nervousness, made me ‘adjust myself’ when you could see it.”

“You were attracted to me? I remember that in vivid detail and what happened soon after. You said you just needed some relief, and so did I. We were helping each other out. The straight boy who needed to get off and the gay closet case who had a crush.”

“Yeah, I remember it vividly, too. You know a lot of straight boys like that who say thanks by giving the other guy a handjob?”

I shrugged. “Maybe?”

“I had a lot to figure out. But if my brain was working on this plan to flash you some dick… well, ‘Good brain! Well done!’ I should give my brain a cookie. It did a good job!” And there was that big grin again as he patted the top of his own head. “Good brain! Well done, boy!”

“Why, you sneaky bastard! Well, okay, I guess it worked out pretty well.”

“Pretty well?” and he stretched out his arm to show off his ring.

I was rubbing his butt and said, “Yeah, and this still is as magnificent as it was then. Maybe more so! My gorgeous man is just getting hotter with time. I’d love you even if you weren’t so hot, but damn, you’re a sexy man! Wow, this butt!”

He said, “I don’t know. I feel like it’s missing something.”

I smiled. I was pretty sure where this was going.

I asked, “And what would that be?”

“My fiancé’s dick in it.” With that, he reached over, pulled the nightstand drawer open, grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to me.

I said, “That’s all the romance today? What am I, just some guy you keep around for stud service?”

“Is that a complaint?”

“No, just checking!” and I gave him a big cheesy grin.

He spun, grabbed me, said, “Come here, you!” and gave me a big kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“But,” he said, “follow me a minute!”

So I followed him. To the bathroom. Where he grabbed the mouthwash.

“Nice!” I said. “But okay, no one likes morning breath.” Ah, true love.

As we finished gargling, I said, “Why do the guys in porn wake up and just go at it? No morning breath.”

John said, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never seen porn. I’m an innocent. Can’t you see my halo?”

I burst out laughing. “You’d lie to the man wearing your ring?”

He was smiling. “Well… apparently.”

“Come on, you big stud. Back to bed!”

But he stopped first and kissed me standing up. Then he dropped onto the bed, just like he was before.

He smiled up at me. “Okay, fuck my ass off, sexy!”

“Oh yeah, the romance is in high gear today!”

“Fuck romance. I need that dick of yours stretching me out. We can be romantic later.”

Pretty sure I heard a growl escape my own mouth this time.

I was on him in a second. Rubbing my dick in his crack and slapping it on his hot ass. “Is this what you want, babe? You want this dick in you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give it to me!”

I was tempted to rim him, but he seemed ready to go immediately and had me very turned on. So I just lubed up and started rubbing it up and down his crack, giving little thrusts as I did.

“It’s Anadolu Yakası Escort pretty thick. Are you sure?”

“Fuck, stop teasing me! I need that dick!”

With that, I thrust a little harder. And he said, “You’re aiming a little high. Maybe half an inch lower.” Well, what can I say? To this day, sometimes aiming blindly doesn’t work. So I pushed it a little lower, and that was rewarded with the pleasure of the littlest bit of penetration and John moaning, “Oh, fuck, yes, baby! Right there!”

So I pushed a little more. Little thrusts to loosen that tight hole and start to get me in. Then I stopped, added more lube and went back at it. He said, “Fuck me hard! Get that cock in my hole! I need it!”

With that I thrust hard, and he kind of yiped. “Wait, wait!” We’d done it so many times, but sometimes this still happened. “Just give me a minute. My lust may have gotten ahead of my bottoming abilities. That’s a lot of dick!”

“A lot? This from the man with an anaconda between his legs?”

He laughed. “Maybe, but you still have plenty, and it’s not easy to take a throbbing beer can! That thing is thick!”

“I think I’ll make ‘Throbbing Beer Can’ the name of my band.” We both laughed, and I leaned in to kiss him as he turned his head to meet my kiss.

We kissed passionately while I stayed half-buried in his ass. Once he’d had a little time to adjust, he said, “Okay, try it again. Just go slowly at first.”

“Anything you need, babe.”

And so I did. Slowly moving in and out, not burying my full length in him at first. He moaned as I moved in him. No more protests or pain, but I asked him if it was okay now. “Yes, it feels great!”

I still wasn’t going to pound him hard, at least not yet. For that matter, even if he was in “just fuck me” mode this morning, I was feeling like long slow strokes would be fun. So that’s what I did. Slowly into him, stretching him wide and getting all the way in, until my balls pressed to that ass. Then back until I was almost completely out. Nice, slow, long strokes that felt amazing. I loved the slow buildup this produced, and if I had any doubt about John loving it, too, he put that to rest! He was moaning, “Oh, yes! That’s it! Fuck me like that!”

Considering the conversation we’d just had about our early days, I couldn’t resist… “Mmm, yes, take it. You know, you look so much like my straightboy freshman roommate. Interesting. Does the straight boy’s hot ass need this dick?” And I gave him an extra hard thrust.

He gasped. “Oh, fuck, yes! Give me that dick!”

I slowed again and teased him with, “Say please!”

“Please! Please! I need it!”

“Mmm, I think I like this. And since you said ‘please’…” and I gave him another hard thrust.

He moaned and pushed back against me. I wasn’t ready for that! Wow, I sometimes forget how powerful he is. He nearly shoved me right down the bed with that push-back. I said, “But I think maybe those slow strokes will make it really intense for us” and I went back to long, slow strokes.

My big stud was whimpering as I moved in him. I couldn’t imagine anything hotter than reducing this magnificent man to making pleasure noises like this. Then, “Oh, Jess, that feels amazing! Yes, my love! You’re incredible!”

I’m incredible? Well, no time to argue, but I must have had something horrible happen in a prior life to deserve this man in this one!

“Take it, baby! Feel me in you!” I held myself deep in him and felt the tightness and heat of his body engulfing me. Then I started moving again. We both were moaning. It was so incredible, I felt like I was floating. Just overwhelming pleasure and love.

John turned his head and said, “Come here, babe!”

And I laid on his broad back, so I could kiss him as he turned his head. As we made out, I kept gently thrusting in him. But then, in the course of it, I slid out. I didn’t mind in that moment. The intimacy of our kisses, and our hands all over each other, was so hot and loving that it was all I needed.

Then we wound up with John lying on his left side. He pulled his right leg up towards his chest with his left out straight. All he said was, “Like this, hon, please.”

This was another favorite position. I straddled his left thigh, and I soon was back inside him. As good as the other positions are, this one let me get really deep in him. Again, I was long-stroking that tight hole. How could anything feel this good? And again, this big, powerful man was making noises of pure pleasure. I shifted a little to my left, knowing that angle would increase the massage I was giving his prostate. You may be the king stud in my eyes, John, but I know how to push your buttons and I live for that!

His dick already was leaking, but now I saw a flood as it stuck out to the side. As I moved in him, I ran my hands up his body, that muscled back under one hand and his abs under the other. This was adding to my pleasure and apparently to his. He said, “Yeah, babe, Kurtköy Escort you’re going to make me cum soon!”

I kept moving, enjoying the slow build. Then he said, “A little faster!” So I picked up the pace. And he was grunting every time I bottomed out in him, as I felt myself getting closer. Then, “Oh, fuck, yes!” from John and he was cumming, ropes of semen firing out of his dick, across the sheets next to us and onto the floor. I felt him rhythmically gripping my dick as his spasmed. I said, “Fuck, that’s so hot, babe!”

And he was moaning softly as I kept moving in him. Knowing it might be too much for him after he’d cum, I asked, “Do you need me to stop?” He smiled back at me. “Don’t you dare stop. Give me your load, stud!”

Fuck, that’s all I needed to hear. I was getting close, so I began thrusting faster as I felt the end coming. And John, even after cumming, was saying, “Fuck, that feels so fucking good! Yeah, give it to me! Oh, fuck!” That added to the heat of the moment, and before long, I pushed deep and felt those long pulses of cum–like only happens when I top–shooting into him. I was overwhelmed by the pleasure, and he still was moaning and saying, “Oh, Jess, you feel incredible in me!”

I kept thrusting but more slowly. And as my orgasm subsided, I found myself continuing to move in him, back to long strokes, but now pushing through my own load. We both kept making noises of pleasure, and I did this for a few minutes. John said, “Are you going to keep at it until I get a second load, my stud?” With that, I stopped and laid awkwardly on him–awkwardly, because he still was basically on his side, but then I curled up behind him, and he pushed back against me and reached back to feel my ass. “No, I think I’m plenty satisfied. And I don’t know if I have the energy to go that long right now.”

I wrapped my arms around his beautiful body as we ran our hands over each other. John said, “Whatever image you have of yourself, you really are an amazing stud. A great top, a sexy man, and an awesome lover all around.”

“So this means you want to keep dating me?”

He smiled back at me. “Maybe.” And shrugged.

I smiled at him, too. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know.”

Then deeper thoughts overtook me. “It won’t be long before you have to go off for training. We’ve never been apart this long.”

“I know, hon, but we always knew this was going to happen. We’ll be fine. And we’ll celebrate when I’m done!”

“What about when you’re deployed?”

“Hey, stop worrying. It will work out. No matter where I go, you’ll always be right here,” as he touched a spot over his heart, “and I’ll always come back to you. We have a long life to build together!”

I kissed him. “I know. I just hate the idea of not seeing you.”

He kissed me back. “It will be fine!”

“You know, over these four years, it’s become impossible for me to imagine life without you.”

He smiled. “Same for me.”

“You ever think how so much changed because of dumb luck?”

“You mean the university making us roommates?”

“Yes, exactly.”

I still was caressing him and consciously trying not to let everything be about sex. I was in a contemplative mood and loved sharing thoughts with this smart, sweet man of mine… but running my hands over his body while we talked didn’t exactly help focus me on deep philosophical thoughts!

John said, “Do you ever wonder if there’s a current to life? Like the flow of a river? Even if little things got changed, we’d still wind up in the same place?”

“That’s an interesting idea.”

He nodded a little. “Well, I can’t see any other outcome than being with you. So maybe it wasn’t whether it would happen but how. And leaving the joining of our souls to the random chance of some computer in the housing office seems wrong. So maybe if we didn’t become freshman roommates, I would have run into you on the quad. You would have been the cool gay guy I met, and it would have gone from there. Or maybe I would have had to explore my sexuality by joining the LGBT club as these feelings overtook me. Or maybe we would have met later. You’d be a lawyer from some civil rights group who came to talk to the Army officers, and I would have asked you to grab coffee. Who knows?”

“I like that thinking a lot more than thinking we could have missed each other forever through such a simple change of circumstances.”

He shook his head. “I can’t believe something this important really happened because of dumb luck. Our souls are one, and that’s deeper than random chance. We were meant to be.”

I kissed him again. “Speaking of being one, just touching you and kissing you has made me wonder if you’d like to be one physically again,” as I looked down to my dick that was hard again.

“Like I ever could say no to you!” and he pushed me flat on my back, straddled me and sank down onto my dick again without even a bit of foreplay.

If anyone could hear, we would have sounded like the Pendik Escort audio from some porn video, with me telling him how hot and tight he felt and John saying how thick it was and how it made him ready to cum again in no time. He really was in the mood to ride by this point, using me, as he liked to say sometimes, like his living sex toy, impaling himself on me to get himself off.

Not that I was complaining. Again, I found myself in heaven on earth, as he squeezed my dick while his big, muscular legs lifted and lowered him over and over. He’d really developed an amazing technique. With each lift, he squeezed me tighter, sucking my dick in his hole, really challenging my ability to keep from cumming too soon.

Every so often, he’d swoop down, keeping me in him while kissing me passionately. Then he went back to riding me like he was a bull rider. This was an Olympic-level sexual performance, and I’d never tire of it! I’d also never tire of this view! This breathtaking man above me, riding me, his hands wandering over my body as I was mostly just keeping my hands on his thighs, feeling those big muscles work. The man I once could only fantasize about now was taking me in his body, building both of us up to cum again!

“John, babe! This is too good! You’re going to make me cum again soon!”

Every muscle of his body seemed to be standing out as he threw himself into this intense fuck. His chest was heaving, his pecs showing their beauty, his thighs were clenching and every sinew stood out, his arms showed every muscle and vein, and as he kept riding, he panted out, “That’s… okay… I… don’t… think… I’ll take… too long… either. Ugh, so good! But you’re going to need a shower!”

I knew that. We both had worked up quite a sweat. Suddenly, that most lascivious smile of his was on his face. “Here, let me help with that!”

He got a particular look on his face that I even saw in my dreams. Pleasure so intense it looked just short of agony. He was overwhelmed with deep pleasure, groaned and a loud “Ahhh!” came from his mouth as he started to give me a shower, that big dick firing again. Across my chest, onto my face, into my hair, it seemed like the shower was going to go on forever. He was covering me in a shower of his hot semen, and I loved every bit of it. In fact, that was all it took, and then, “Fuck, John, I’m cumming too!” and I thrust up into him as hard as I could, as he slammed down on me, and his moans changed as he felt me spurting in him again. “Oh, fuck, John, yes!” and we both were moaning again as my load joined the prior one inside him.

Sex isn’t the same as love, but sex with love beats anything else I’ve ever experienced. And this amazing sex with the man I love just increased our bond every time we did it.

We collapsed again, kissing and caressing each other. I ran my hand through his hair and mentioned that it was getting a little shaggy by John standards. He wasn’t doing a military cut just yet, but he usually liked it pretty neat. “Yeah, I figure I’m about to get a very short cut, courtesy of the US Army, so I could let it go a little.”

I smiled. “Let it go?” I faked a gasp. “Who are you, and what have you done with my fiancé?”

He grabbed my face and kissed me. Then he said, “smartass!”

We laid there for a while after that, just gently caressing each other and enjoying being together.

At one point, looking right at me, he just said, “I love you so much!”

That was better than all the sex. I kissed him and held him.

Finally, we went to shower off. As we showered together, he turned his back to the spray and was cleaning down low. He smiled at me and said, “Boy, when you get going, you can make your man sore!”

I laughed? “When I get going? I think I was used for your pleasure, big guy!”

Then he laughed and said, “You may have a point there. You know you’re amazing in bed, right?”

“You’re amazing everywhere, Johnboy!”

And we were kissing under the shower spray. I broke our kiss after a bit and said, “If we start again, we’re not going to get anything done today.”

“Would that be so bad?”

I kissed him again and said, “Finish up, soldier! We have other things to do!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Ooh, good attitude!”

He laughed and kissed me.

We got done, dried off and got ready for the rest of the day. We didn’t have a lot to do. These days between the end of school and graduation were relatively quiet, especially since we weren’t moving out of the apartment. John would go off to his officer training, and I’d be going to law school right here in the same city, so we decided to keep the apartment. I’d say it was more for my benefit than his, but at least he’d have a place to think of as “our” home when he was off with the Army. Also, the rent wasn’t bad.

He actually, in true John fashion, mentioned that he’d be getting paid by the Army, so he’d be able to “send some home.”

“Hon, you know my parents still are going to help me out, right through law school, so don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, but we’re not ‘you and me’ anymore. We’re ‘us,’ so what’s mine is yours. How about we ease the burden on them? Your brother isn’t done with school, and I’m sure they can use a little less financial pressure on them.”

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Abigail Falls In-Love

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I’d become Roy’s “Little Girl.” I’d had sex with his wife’s boyfriend, and I found a part of myself that I didn’t know existed.

My real dad had always wanted a son. He taught me how to hunt, how to shoot, how to shoe horses. He never really liked seeing me in dresses, but I loved wearing dresses. Now I was living with an older couple, going to college, learning about the art world . . . and I was Roy’s “little girl” now.

I’d had sex more times in twenty-four hours than I’d had in my entire life. I was renting a room decorated for a ten year old girl. And I’d found out that some people live life like no one else.

I’d had sex with a black guy that was more than twice my age, and a cock bigger than I’d ever seen. And a man I just met made me his little girl. And I liked it, a lot. I was going to college to broaden my horizons and learn about art, but what I learned was that my life was unfolding in a way I never imagined.

Dee told me that she and Roy were going to go to the gallery, and she asked me if I wanted to go with them. She also reminded me that it was first Friday. That meant that there would be a lot of new visitors. Dee also told me to let Roy pick out something for me to wear, because we’d be there from afternoon to late evening.

Roy and I went to my room. Roy went through the closet and picked out an outfit for me. It was a suspendered, plaid mini dress. He picked out some thigh high stockings. He also picked out a pair of matching saddle shoes for me. The blouse he picked out for me was a long sleeve, but sheer, button down blouse. I got undressed, and it didn’t take long for Roy to tell me that I needed to get laid again.

Roy’s cock was sticking out of his pajama bottoms. I could tell that seeing me naked excited him. He told me, “You are such a good girl”, and that actually made me feel good.

I don’t know where it came from, but I asked Roy, “What would make me go from good to better?”

Roy smiled and leaned back, “Oh, I think you sucking Daddy’s cock would definitely put you in the better category.”

I thought to myself that Roy did make love to me, he made me breakfast and even picked out my outfit for the day. So, the least I could do was suck his cock for him.

I’d been down on Roy for no more than maybe ten minutes when I heard Dee behind me, saying, “Now that’s a good look.”

I was going to look back, but Roy put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it back down on his cock.

Dee said, “After you guys fuck, we’ll need to get going.”

I thought to myself, “Well, I am sucking his cock. So, the next logical step would be him fucking me”.

It felt like I’d been down on his cock for an hour. Then Roy told me that I needed to get on the bed and spread my legs.

Roy hadn’t been a bad lover. So, I did what he told me to do.

When I felt Roy’s cock enter me, it just felt right. Dave had been amazing, better and bigger, but Roy was pretty good, too. Dave had been more like a hook up, a really good hook up, and Roy seemed more caring, like I really was his little girl. Roy solidified that when he said, “Daddy does love his little girl.”

I’m not sure where this came from, either, but I said, “I love you, too, Daddy.”

I thought to myself, “WTF? What am I doing? I just told Roy that I loved him. I’m letting him fuck me because he said that I needed to get laid. I’m sucking his cock and he’s picking out my clothes for me. And I’ve let this go on for too long to say no now. Well, Abby. I guess you are his little girl now.”

Roy smiled and deep kissed me. He kissed my neck and said, “And Daddy thinks his little girl is going to have a lot of boyfriends, too.”

I tried to think about what Roy had just said, but he felt really good in me. He was so caring and gentle. I liked that, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how good Dave had felt in me. I told Roy, “I want Dave to be my boyfriend.”

Roy kissed my neck again, while he slowly slid his cock in and out of me. He said, “Daddy’s not going to take that pleasure away from you . . . that is as long as you continue to show Daddy how much you love him and his cock.” Then Roy said, “As long as you do what Daddy tells you to do, I think we’ll be just fine.”

My real dad was never good at making decisions. My mom always made all the major decisions. I always wished that my father would have been more aggressive. I often wished that he would have set boundaries. Rather, he pretty much let me do whatever I wanted to do. And my mom pretty much tells my dad what he can and cannot do. My father was always very submissive to my mom. And I think men should be dominant.

Other than my mom being over bearing, there wasn’t much structure in our house. My parents are Christians, but my father never quite caught on to the part where the man was supposed to be the rule maker. It more than just turned me on that Roy was being the father I always felt I needed, and this time it was sexual, too.

Roy was in his mid-fifties. I was eighteen. He İstanbul Escort was more than old enough to be my father. Hell, he was old enough to be my grandfather. But he felt really good inside of me. I liked having Roy kissing me and wanting to take care of me, letting me suck him and him fucking me, and sharing me. And it felt good to have him call me his good little girl. I actually liked calling Roy Daddy. My father wasn’t a physical guy. I don’t remember when he ever hugged me. But Roy was making up for where my real dad lacked.

Roy helped me get dressed, and then I helped him get dressed. We walked downstairs and met Dee in the kitchen. Dee looked at me, “You look so cute.”

I looked down at what I was wearing. Luckily, the suspenders covered my nipples, because if it wasn’t for them, my nipples would have been totally visible.

Roy smiled, “She’s Daddy’s cute, little princess.”

Roy and I went to the gallery in the Suburban and Dee drove her MKX

On the way to the gallery, Roy had his hand on my thigh the whole time. On occasion, he would slip a finger or two in me. He told me that he was so glad that I came with him to the gallery. He also told me, “You’re going to love our gallery. We have paintings and sculptures that fulfill all fantasies.”

I asked Roy what I was going to be doing at the gallery.

Roy told me, “Other than looking delicious, you’ll follow me around, meet some people, and have a good time . . . emphasis on having a good time.”

I smiled and patted Roy’s hand, “It’s already been fun, Daddy.”

Roy smiled and told me, “I do like hearing you call me Daddy.”

I told Roy that I wanted him to be everything that my real dad wasn’t. Roy told me that he would be more than just a Daddy to me. He was going to be my everything. And he’d make sure I always had a good time . . . as long as I was a good girl.

I asked Roy if I’d been a good girl.

Roy smiled, “You’ve been a very good girl.”

When we arrived at the gallery, I wasn’t surprised. The building was good sized, and the best I can explain it is that it was very art nouveau. Roy told me that Dee and a friend of theirs designed the building. It was very impressive looking from the outside. I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like on the inside.

The main entrance to the gallery was reminiscent of the home of Jules Lavirotte.

The building itself was astoundingly beautiful. It was like no other gallery I’d ever seen. It was like walking into the Ranakpur Jain Temple. Each pillar, throughout the building, was hand carved and each was different from the others. Unlike most galleries, Roy and Dee’s gallery was a work of art itself. I never asked, but I felt that I could safely assume that Roy and Dee had spent millions on the building.

The pillars, themselves, were white, as were most of the walls. Dee told me that they wanted the art to stand out more than the building but, I wasn’t sure which would stand out more. The outside of the building and the interior were both eye dazzling. We didn’t have anything like this back in Nebraska, that was for sure.

I asked Roy and Dee if all of the artwork they had in their gallery was always sexual.

Dee smiled, “When we look at the body, we are looking at the soul. And when sex is involved, we experience the body as a gateway to the most penetrating mysteries of the soul.”

Roy added, “We often showcase art that is related to sex or pleasure, but mostly that which hits our true inner selves.”

As you enter the gallery, right in the center of the lobby area, is a bronze sculpture of a nude black man and white woman playing chess.

Roy told me, “The title of that piece is Sacrifice. It was sculpted by Allen Pos. He works mostly in bronze. We’ve had that piece for almost fifteen years now.”

Roy told me that many of the pieces in the gallery were for sale, but many were also part of the gallery.

I looked at Sacrifice, and I was impressed with all the detail.

Roy told me that there was much more to see, and that they also had a cafe in the gallery, if I got hungry.

The gallery was well lit from above throughout so that there were no shadows to distort the artwork.

We were met by Alice. She’s the receptionist for the gallery. She meets everyone that comes into the gallery. Alice was maybe in her forties. She was wearing a form fitting black dress that was knee length. She had black hair. She looked like a model. She was beautiful.

Roy introduced me to Alice. And he told me that she pretty much ran the gallery, and had for about ten years.

Alice told me, “You’re going to love it here. And don’t miss our Marcus Serum exhibit. He’s an incredible artist, with a flair for showing us that which cannot be unseen.”

Roy told me, “Marcus Serum is a master at bringing to life that which is rarely seen, and that which we rarely want to see. But he is amazing.”

Alice told me that there were twelve temporary exhibits and several permanent Bayan Escort exhibits in the gallery.

The Temple Gallery is settled off downtown in what is considered the “Arts District.” Roy and Dee’s gallery was much more upscale than many of the other galleries in the area, and their exhibits were also much more upscale and catered to a more specific clientele.

Although The Temple Gallery featured mostly sexual and pleasure type artwork, the people who came to the gallery were a good mix of people who either went there to gaze at works that they wouldn’t see anywhere else, or they went there to see works that they expected to see and enjoyed the most.

Every exhibit, or couple of exhibits, had gallery assistants who were stationed at the exhibits to answer questions and to greet gallery patrons.

Roy told me that he and Dee had twenty-five people on their staff that greeted patrons, helped set up exhibits, and generally helped out around the gallery. They also had a security center where one person watched cameras that were set up throughout the gallery.

Roy walked me to the security center. He told me that I could see all the exhibits and the gallery layout easiest from there. I met Jim, the guy that watched the cameras on several TV screens. Jim was a stocky guy, possibly in his late twenties. Jim had blonde hair and several tattoos. He was kind of intimidating, yet very sexy. And it was obvious that he worked out.

I looked at the TV screens and kind of looked over the entire gallery. Then I noticed something. It had to be the Marcus Serum exhibit. It was weird. I couldn’t help but stare at the TV screens that had his exhibit on them. And looking at his exhibit, I knew I had to, eventually, meet Marcus.

Roy noticed me looking at Marcus’s exhibit and asked me if I wanted to meet the artist.

I turned around, happy and surprised. I said, “Hell, yes!”

Roy had Jim radio Marci, who was the gallery assistant assigned to Marcus’s exhibit.

We walked through the gallery and down stairs to Marcus’s exhibit.

Marcus surprised me. I had expected Marcus to be the artsy looking type, but, if you didn’t know that he was an artist, you’d never know. Marcus was a short, thin black guy, possibly in his mid thirties. He kind of looked like Steve Urkel, from Family Matters.

When Roy introduced me to Marcus, Marcus shook my hand, with a gentle touch. He said he was glad to meet me. I told him that I’d only seen his work on the security cameras.

Marcus said, “You really have to see my work in real life to truly appreciate it.”

I told Marcus that his work was unique.

Marcus laughed, “That’s what a lot of people tell me.”

Marcus’s exhibit was called Shower Scenes. The first piece was a woman showering called Spring Chicken. The shower door was glass and frosted to look like she was actually taking a shower, with water droplets and all. The woman in the shower was petite, but she also looked like she could be like 80 years old. Her skin was all wrinkly and sagging. She had a shower cap on, but nothing else, of course. The old woman was looking at us, like she was seeing us. Her expression was one of both shock and pleasant surprise. It was like seeing your grandmother taking a shower.

The next piece, called Like It Was Only Yesterday, was a ball and claw tub with a couple, possibly in their sixties, standing in it. The couple looked playful. The man was standing behind the woman, soaping up her back. The woman was looking over her right shoulder, smiling. And her hand was grasping the man’s penis. Both the man and woman were smiling and seemed to be not only showering , but also playing together. The pieces looked so realistic. If you saw a photograph of these pieces, you’d swear that you were seeing real people in real life situations.

The next piece totally blew me away. It was called Tight Slippery Spaces. It was a very, very fat woman in a shower bending over to pick up a bar of soap. In real life this woman would have to have weighed at least seven hundred pounds, or more. The woman looked like she could be maybe in her mid thirties. Her belly was hanging below her knees, but her breasts looked full. The woman didn’t have any stretch marks that I could see. It was a weird but wonderful piece.

I asked Marcus where he came up with ideas for his pieces.

He told me, “Most people look at art as something beautiful, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. We’re all people, no matter our size or how old we are. I like to think about what I would see in people’s most average everyday moments. And not everyone is thin or thought to be beautiful in society. To me, beauty is found everywhere and in all stages of life.”

I had to admit that Marcus’s pieces may not have been of typical beautiful people, but they were beautiful in their own right. Although Roy had his hand on my ass the entire time I was talking with Marcus, Marcus never seemed to notice what I was wearing, or how I looked.

I asked Eskort Marcus if he thought I was beautiful.

He told me, “Youth is always cute and amazing, but true beauty comes with age. It’s something you grow into.”

Roy told me that there was someone else that he wanted me to meet. He led me upstairs, where I saw a guy with graying hair, a mustache, a stocky build and a look about him. Roy introduced me to him. His name was Jon Wilson. Roy told me that Jon was the CEO of Steel Rod Entertainment.

Jon looked me over and said, “You’re quite the hottie.”

I asked Jon what Steel Rod Entertainment did.

Jon told me, “We serve a select male clientele. These are mostly successful men who like something different, something more than they can get anywhere else. “

I told Jon that sounded like a very important business.

Jon looked at Roy, then at me, “I might have a job for you, if you want it. It’s just an eight hour shift, and I’ll pay you five hundred dollars for your time.”

I asked Jon what I’d have to do.

Jon looked at Roy, smiled, then looked at me, again, “You’d just have to be your cute little self.”

I smiled, “I could do that.” I looked at Roy and asked, “Right, Daddy?”

Roy put his arm around me and said, “I’d be right there when you’re done. I might even just watch to make sure you’re a good girl.”

Jon asked me if I’d be available Monday, in the day time. I looked at Roy, and he nodded.

I told Jon that my classes didn’t start until Tuesday. So, I could be available on Monday.

Jon told me that if I liked it, that he would have a lot of jobs for me, so that I could make some extra money.

I thought to myself that extra money is never a bad thing. I moved from Nebraska to go to school and be an adult. And it looked like everything was going in my direction.

Jon patted my ass and told me that he would see me on Monday. Roy told him that he would make sure that I was there.

I asked Roy, “So, all Jon wants me to do is be my cute little self?”

Roy kissed me on the cheek, then said, “And be a good little girl and do what you’re told. Yes.”

I told Roy that if Jon was going to pay me five hundred dollars, I would do whatever he wanted me to do.

Roy told me, “Jon’s a really good friend of mine. When you work for him, you have to be at your best. You have to do what you’re told to do, when you’re told to do it, and always have a smile on our face, no matter what happens.”

I asked Roy what he thought that Jon would have me do.

Roy told me, “Well, you’ll be working for Jon, but you’ll be doing so by doing what his clients want you to do.”

“And what could his clients want me to do?”

Roy sighed, then told me, “They may want to give you a shower. Or they may want to watch you play. Or they might want to watch you play with someone else.”

I cocked my head and shrugged my shoulders, “Sounds like easy money to me.”

There were actually several men that Roy introduced me to. All of them had that successful look about them. I figured that most all of them had money. And that wasn’t a bad thing.

I asked Roy when he thought I might get to learn about what it takes to run a gallery.

Roy told me, “The most important thing about any business is knowing what your customers like and want. And learning how much they are willing to pay for what you are offering them.” Roy added, “Word of mouth is the best advertisement. And if you’re really good, people will come to you. Remember that.”

Roy also told me, “Jon knows a lot of very successful people, many you’ll meet and get to know. And if you make them happy, they can and will help you get to where you want to go in life.”

I asked Roy, “What about you?”

Roy kissed me and said, “I want to be there for you every step of the way, baby.”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Dee talking to a very good looking man. I asked Roy who Dee was talking to.

Roy told me, “That’s Mike Strombridge. He’s a collector and investor, like me and Dee are.” Roy whispered to me, “He’s also one of Dee’s lovers.”

I asked Roy how many lovers Dee had.

Roy smiled, “She has several men that you might call lovers. Dave is her steady, but Dee also likes a bit of variety.”

I asked Roy how he and Dee had gotten into this type of lifestyle.

Roy said, “The more proficient people are in life, the more living they do.”

I looked at Roy, confused.

Roy asked me if I remembered the first sculpture I saw when we walked into the gallery.

I nodded.

Roy explained, “It’s more than a sculpture. It’s a map for life. It’s title tells you how to live a full and happy, successful life.”

I guess I still looked confused.

Roy further explained, “The couple are naked. There are no restrictions. The chess board is symbolic of life, and the many ways it can be played. Every move is going to have a different result, as in life. And no matter if you win or lose, the fact is that you played the game. And, in the end, you learned something. You become better at living life. The main strategy of life is to live it.”

I asked Roy what any of that had to do with him and Dee getting into the lifestyle they were into.

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The Shade (or The Shadow Man)

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She had broken his heart again. He knew this time he would never be whole. It was one of those things similar to losing one of your senses and the lesson he took from this last time was that there’s no sense in love.

He’s at the bar. Dive away from home. He doesn’t want to run into anyone he knows. Not tonight. He’s sitting on a stool slightly off center. There are a half dozen other souls, just as broken. This had become their communal fortress of solitude long ago. Time has worn their laughter into cackles and their voices are worn in as they trade pieces of their lives with each other, aimlessly.

His back is slouched, elbows on the bar. He’s peering at the bottom shelf of liquor. The mirror behind it gives an illusion of plenty and of depth. He’s staring as if he’s given up on finding answers.

Glossy black stilettos walk into the bar. Her dress is skin tight. She’s got her leather on where she keeps her black Prada wallet. Everyone looks her way, only a couple stop and stare. It’s like this everywhere she goes through, and there’s always one or two who like to roll the dice. But it’s snake eyes tonight. She’s aware of them but doesn’t give them the time of day. It’s the one at the bar, the one that didn’t care enough to see the fuss walk in that has her attention. She knows a tormented soul when she sees one and she knows what torment can do.

She walks to the end of the bar. The bartender follows and she orders an old fashioned and the big bald man comes up saying, “Drinks on me tonight.”

“Buzz off,” she says.

Dean takes a look, and then a second look before deciding he’s in no mood to try. He knows he won’t be for a long time after this.

But he looked. He looked twice and she saw it. She takes the seat so there’s an empty stool between them. They’re both looking towards the shelves without a word between them. He knows she’s watching him even though she’s not. She knows he’s doing the same. A minute goes by. He picks up his drink and takes a sip. She glances and does the same. Another minute.

Both of them could feel each other there. The silent attention is visible by any of the other empty souls that look their way. To each other, their presence is palpable. A magnetic current emanating between them however mild.

He gives her a slight sideways nod, she looks, then he says, “Not much for company tonight.”

Her chin’s almost resting on her shoulder as she replies, “I can tell,” before turning back to her drink.

He’d have let it be at that, but her lack of denial tugs at him although he pushes it aside. He downs his drink, and taps on his glass with two fingers and the bartender obliges.

The bartender’s still holding the bottle as he turns to the girl asking, “You want another.”

A brief moment of thought before she nods her head. He makes it in the same glass with a heavier pour. “Your tab?” he asks looking to Dean.

A tired sigh. Then, “Sure.”

“Buy me a drink, now I’m obliged to talk to you,” she says running her red polished fingertip around the rim of her glass without looking at him.

“Or maybe you’re obliged to stay quiet.”

Men don’t get away with talking to her like that. At least not usually. But she’s been here before.

The world’s feeling a little lighter to Dean now. He’s looking at her through the mirrored wall. Not really looking at her but this shell she’s brought with her. She lets him. He’s starting to feel better about himself. She lets him making sure it doesn’t come up too far or she’ll leave.

He reaches into his back pocket. She pockets her wallet. He throws some bills on the table and walks towards the exit. She’s watching; feeling eyes on her and it makes her stomach turn. She flushes but no one notices under the red bar lights and it makes it run even deeper. He stops right before the exit for an instant, then walks out the door. She gets up and follows.

When she makes it out his cigarettes already lit and the little, gold colored cardboard box is open as he holds it out towards her. She takes one and their eyes meet for the first time but only for an instant. İstanbul Escort Another flush, a slight flexing in his gut.

“Where we going?” she asks.

“Yours,” he says.

They stand apart finishing their smokes when their ride arrives.

The driver can feel it too. The smell of liquor and smoke, the silence that must remain.

They pull up. It’s a nicer place than he expected. They see each other for the first time under bright lights as they wait for the elevator. They’re just what they need.

On the ride up he asks, “Live alone?”

Her legs rub together just a bit as she’s looking ahead at the door. He’s looking at her now, but there’s no response.

“Alright,” he says with a monotone gruff in his voice.

He’s watching her now as she opens her door. They step inside.

He turns her around and pulls her in, hand on the small of her back.

She puts a hand on his chest and softly says, “Not yet.”

His eyebrows raise as he lets her go and watches her walk away. She disappears down the hallway and he stands in her living room taking it in for a moment, the tidiness of the place, the little luxuries, before he follows.

By the time he reaches her bedroom, she’s walking into her bathroom. She shuts the door behind her. Her room is pristine. There’s a vanity mirror with expensive perfumes. He tries to remember if she has a smell, but it eludes him as he sits on her bed, facing the door. He hears the toilet flush and the running water being turned off.

She struts out and stands in front of the bathroom in a wide stance and a gleam in her eye. But that’s not what catches his attention. In fact the first thing he looks at when she steps out is her hair; bunched up in two little ropes are pigtails.

He’s never liked pigtails. In fact he finds them a turn off but before the thought of leaving could finish itself she walks over to him. She looks down at him as if to size him up. His head is tilting as he looks up at her, eyebrows scrunching. There’s only the smell of cigarettes and liquor.

She’s still wearing her stilettos and she turns on her heel and walks over to the vanity. A drawer opens, the sound of wood knocking as it reaches it’s end is somewhat loud in the quiet room, though it’s somewhat muffled through drunken ears.

She pulls out a small wooden box and pulls out a mirror and a little baggie of white powder. Dean recognizes it. He’s been clean for over a year now. Then again, he’d been sober too. Little white lines are drawn on the mirror and she bends over and snorts twice.

His jaw juts then clenches as he watches her. She tilts her head back and snorts some more, plugging one nostril at a time. She hands him the straw, and he looks at her with disgust. She smiles for the first time.

She brings the mirror over and sits beside him. There’s disdain in his face as he looks down at the little mirror, the ceiling behind the reflection. Then he bends down and snorts.

She puts down the mirror and she takes his face and starts to kiss him. For a moment he just lets her. Then he kisses her back. They’re passionate deep kisses. Not quite what he was expecting.

But then his hands are all over her. Squeezing at her breasts, feeling down her waist through the thin stretchy cotton before making his way to her back and pulling down the zipper.

She pulls her arms out of the sleeves as she looks at him lustfully. She gets down on her knees and puts something in her mouth before unzipping and pulling his member out.

It’s not as stiff as he oughta be, but they both know it’s from the liquor and cocaine. Their hearts are racing as she strokes him until he’s stiff enough then she puts her lips to the head. He feels how tightly she’s pursing her lips as she glides down slowly before pulling back out. He sees there’s a condom on.

His mouth opens a little as he tilts his head. Then he smiles and so does she.

She pushes her face all the way down until there are pubes tickling her face, balls on her chin. The back of her throat is numb and she grins fiendishly. Her eyes Anadolu Yakası Escort are wide open looking up at him. His jaw drops when she pulls out running her tongue along the base of his shaft before she dives in again. When she pulls out she kisses there’s a slurp against his tip then she says, “You know what they’re for.”

Then there’s just the head in her mouth. Her tongue is sticking out as she looks up at him expectantly.

He has a hand on her head but still it takes a minute for it to click. A long moment before he realizes what she meant. Then he realizes what she wants. What they both want. She grabs her pigtails and starts thrusting.

The condom weakens the sensation, but for her it helps it slide down easier. As the speed increases she feels it sliding in and out of her throat, the way it makes the spittle bubble up like a plunger. She pulls back and gasps before he pulls on her hair again and continues the reaming. The sensation isn’t pleasant but she loves it all the same. She feels the wetness through her lace thong as she reaches down to touch herself.

When she pulled back, the smile was gone and mascara had run down her face. The condom was hanging off his cock a couple of inches, but he was rock hard looking at her like this. Pigtails a mess, dress hanging around her waist with her see through lace lingerie.

She yanked the condom off his dick, and put another one on with impressive speed. The semblance of a smile spread across her face as she told him, “The safeword’s ‘shadow man.’ Understand?”

His eyes were impenetrable as he looked at her and let a grin come across his own face. “No gags then?”

“How else will you hear me scream?”

They both took another line then she laid on the bed and spread her legs, sharp high heels in the air. His face was pompous as he looked down at her. She squirmed. He took his clothes off, one garment at a time as if he had all the time in the world.

He crawled towards her and got on his elbows moving her thong aside. A lick from her pussy to her clit. She shuddered then giggled.

“You here to eat sushi or fuck me?” she said.

Indignity on his face and then a chuckle. He crawled up and held himself upright, then stayed on his knees looking down at her. A hand on her throat. A stifled gasp. Then he brought his hand down across her face just hard enough to get her attention. She let out a moan looking up at him with sex in her eyes. “If I’m hungry I’ll eat.”

“Alright,” she said, “But is that all you got Mr. Shadow?”

A smile now as he reached down, gentle fingers rubbing her clit. Her breathing quickened. “Harder,” she whispered. He added pressure and picked up speed. Her moans increasing. Pressure. Louder. Then she arched her back and convulsed.

“That was easy.” He said.

“Then we’ll play harder. Now do what you came here to do.”

Holding himself, he thrust inside her. She gasped then said, “How rude,” as her body bounced up and down, breasts jiggling, still in her bra. He yanked it downwards so only one breast was cupped.

He spit on her. A gasp. A slap. “You hit like a girl.”

He kept on pumping into her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, stilettos pushing into his skin, she pulls, nearly kicking. Thrusting, in and out. In and out. He went harder and she was moaning, both of their breaths fast, little huffs on each other’s skin.

She pulled a hand back and slapped him hard across the face. He turned back and looked down at her angrily, and she met his glare. He understood and pounded harder into her, the sounds of hips striking, vocal breaths and the slush of wetness the only sounds that really mattered or existed to either of them. Panting, wetness slapping, groans of pleasure. A rhythm inside her as he fights to feel. When she saw it in his face, she reached back and slapped him again. He grunted, let out a flustered shout and hit her back, this time with fervor.

She moaned and said, “That’s more like it.”

So he hit her again, and said, “Shut the fuck up you willful slut.”

She grinned.

He lifted Kartal Escort a leg and put it on his chest, biting into her calf and straddling the other; his balls rubbed against it as he slid in and out, in and out. This time her moan was more guttural with her head titled back. He put a hand on her throat and squeezed. Her face started to turn red and he picked up pace, grunting as he thrust. In and out, in and out, pigtails flopping wildly, the shoe in the air hanging on before falling off.

He grit his teeth and let go and she gasped and panted, tits rising and falling. He hunched over, face down, sucking a nipple between his lips, flicking with his tongue. Nibbling. Her back arched, pressing her breast further into his face.

He reached down. Two fingers slid in easily into the wet mess. he curved it and started pumping up and down until her breathing quickened. Faster they both went. “Yeah that’s it,” she said with her breath. A slap across her face and a streak of mascara ran down the side of her face as she groaned deep, spurts of warm liquid gushing from beneath.

He pulled out the finger and rubbed a wet hand over her face, then put his fingers in her mouth. She sucked and he reveled in the way her tongue lapped around it.

He brought over the mirror. She grinned and snorted, and he took a bump for himself, putting the mirror on the nightstand next to them.

He stood on the bed, and pulled her by her hair, and she was on her knees with a little scream, face contorted, teeth grit. He hit her face with his cock and she opened her mouth. He fucked her face like it would make her cum. A moment to pull out and for her to gasp, spittle dribbling down her face, her tits, her rumpled up dress around her waist. Her hands were fists when he shoved it back in fucking to his heart’s content.

He used her hair to push her down on the bed, face down in a throwing motion. She let out a little cry. He slapped her hard against her ass. She jumped, another cry of pain. Holding her hips he pushed into her, then with abandon pounded away as she moaned. He reached forward and grabbed her pigtails once more, pulled them back as she groaned in agony. The way she let it out was deep and painful, so he held it there inside her before pumping away.

He leaned forward. His hips cupped her ass and he felt it digging into him as he put his arm around her throat. “You like that you little whore?” he said.

Long, drawn out and bumpy she responded, “Yes.” She was on all fours fighting for breath as he leaned into her, pumping, pumping, pumping. A slap. “Yes.” Another. “Yes.” Another. “Yes, yes, yes.” Then he felt her pussy squeezing at his cock, milking as she convulsed, back already arched, the moan coming from deep in her belly, long and extended.

“Oh,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. She felt his cock pulsing, shooting spurts into the latex inside of her and she wished for that moment they were both completely naked. It was such an intense desire that she convulsed some more, shots of deep tingling sensation running through her body, wetness squeezing through every bit of tender pink skin.

He fell back onto the bed breathing hard, and she collapsed down, panting. She rolled over onto her back looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes were watering, ears ringing as she rolled onto her side gently touching herself, sucking in his softening member as they both let out little shudders.

She stopped and held onto her pussy as Dean pressed down on his cock and balls.

A brief trip to the bathroom later, she was laying back in bed as Dean started putting on his clothes. She watched him the sadness from earlier briefly exorcised along with her own demons.

He himself felt he’d be ok despite the hollowness he felt now accompanied by an itch. After he was fully dressed he walked over to the nightstand and poured himself another line. She watched him as he snorted.

“How much do I owe you?” he asked.

Her mouth opened but she stopped herself from flinching. She looked up at him and lifted her head. “It was good, what you gave me. So let’s just call it a hundred.”

Eyes locked on her he hesitated before he nodded, and pulled out a crisp bill and placed it on her nightstand. She tilted her head down, looking at the bill, nibbling on her thumbnail suppressing the urge to grin. Then he turned around and left.

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The Sly-the Slick and the Wicked

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Warning*

If you’re a person easily offended by sexual acts in relation to religious figures and places of worship, it might be a good idea to skip this story.

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My name’s Lance Longwood. I’m a former ‘kick ass’ cop. For nearly ten years I hunted down the bad guys and sent their asses to jail. I loved my job but the pay was shitty, so in order to compensate for the lack of wages, I decided to take on a part-time gig shaking down low level drug dealers. I made some good money until I got greedy and fucked with the younger brother of one of the big boys. He had me setup and the next thing I know, I’m busted and suddenly the ‘kick ass’ guy who sends the bad boyz to jail is now a bad boy who has to kick ass in jail. Thankfully I had enough pull to have my five year stretch reduced to two years, not to say it wasn’t easy, but it didn’t take long to convince my new prison mates, I wasn’t a guy to fuck with.

I served my two years and came back home in disgrace. My wife divorced me while I did my time and my kids won’t speak to me. I lost my pension, my ability to get decent job and most of all the respect I earned over the years. I lived in a homeless shelter for a couple of months until got a job at a funky ass fish market, but at least I earned enough to get a place where the landlord should be paying me to stay there.

Life was rough so I concluded that since everyone viewed me as a good for nothing thug, I may as well put those talents to use. I became ‘Your friendly neighborhood thug’. I robbed and stole from anyone unfortunate enough to wonder into my path. Soon people on the street began referring to me as ‘Sinbad’ noting I was so bad it was a sin.

I’d like to share a recent experience I had, something I’d rather not share with people who run in my circle.

A while back I saw an old friend. He said he was getting married and planning to leave the state. I was shocked to hear this and when I inquired as to what would’ve caused him to make such a decision, I mean this guy was a straight up street thug since middle school. He told me that he found love, and religion, he turned his life around and was planning to start his life anew.

Of course I was skeptical but I could see the look of sincerity in his eyes. I wondered if I’d ever find someone or something to help turn my life around, if I did, it’d have to be a miracle.

At any rate, I told him about the changes I’d been going through and of course he tries to convert me, but I didn’t have time for that shit. Then he told me the strangest thing. He said this would be his last act of sin for a friend. He told me that before he turned his life around, he often robbed a catholic cathedral near by.

After picking myself up off the floor from laughing so hard, I questioned why he’d tell me something like this and once again he said it was his last act of sin.

I bulked at his offer and challenged his sincerity; I mean come on, robbing a church.

The guy just laughed and told me that every first Thursday night of the month, they stored nearly ten thousand dollars in a flimsy safe. He freely admitted that he never got up the nerve to pull off the caper, being a Catholic himself, but he often dreamed of pulling the job off. He explained in detail exactly how he’d pull the job off and how all I needed was a good pair of bolt cutters, not even a weapon was necessary.

I know I came up Baptist, but since when did that absolve me from guilt, shame, and crimes committed against god and the church?

The guy merely said he was offering his help.

At first I was repulsed and disgusted that anyone would entertain even the idea of committing such an atrocity, but as the weeks went by and I came home night after night smelling like fish, to an apartment that nearly smelled as bad, not to mention the rats, roaches and substandard living conditions, that cathedral started looking more and more tempting.

Almost subconsciously I began strolling pass the cathedral on my way home. I told myself it was just a change in my routine commute but in reality I was actually casing the place.

When they laid me off from the fish market, something clicked. I could take losing my job as a cop, going to jail, losing my wife and my kids, but being laid off from a shit-hole was the last straw.

I went to the service that very next Sunday to outright case the place with full intension to rob it. I boldly walked up to the front of the church, taking note of the rear entrance leading to the staircase. I imagined the upper floor, the long hallway leading to the room where they kept the safe. I was amazed at how much I remembered so many details, considering I believe I wasn’t paying this friend any attention.

By Thursday night I was ready to make my move. I stole a good pair of bolt cutters, put on a black pair of jeans, a black ribbed wife-beater, black leather jacket, and a black baseball cap.

I arrived at the church a little after midnight and was surprised at how easy it was Pendik Escort to jimmy the flimsy rear door open. It was pretty eerie and I freely admit I was spooked as I crept about in the darkness. The shadowy figures, stained glass windows and all the religious symbols caused me to second guess myself several times. I kept wondering if I could actually live with myself for doing this blasphemous act, yet I drove on determined to make this happen. If there was only half the money in that safe as my friend claimed, I’d have enough to regain a foothold in this crappy life I made for myself. Hell, I even contemplated turning my own life around, leave the state, find a nice religious girl, settle down and start a whole new life, or at least that’s the reason I gave to somehow justify my act of malice.

I slowly made my way upstairs, down the hallway, and found the door to the room unlocked. Things were going my way and I reasoned this was a good sign.

I stepped inside the room, walked over to the far wall and pulled back the wall size tapestry to see a small door with a combination lock, just as my friend described. I use the bolt cutters to sever the combination lock, grasp the handle and was about to yank it open when I heard something move nearby. Unlike my friend I wasn’t about to get caught without a weapon. I raised my 357 Magnum as I strolled over by the window. I saw the curtain move ever so slightly, confirming my suspicion. I was not alone.

“Ok come from behind that curtain and I suggest you do it slow, and I mean, real slow,” I warned. I was prepared for a lot of things, but when I saw a nun emerge from the curtains I nearly took a dump in my pants.

“What the hell are you doing here,” I snapped.

“I could ask you the same thing sir,’ she countered.

“Well since I’m the one holding the gun, my question takes precedence.”

“I was about to place something in…the,” her voice trails off.

“Place something in where, the safe,” I asked.

“I’d rather not say,” she quickly replied.

“Don’t play dumb now sister, I know where the safe is, so you may as well fess up.”

“Please sir, I’m no threat to you. If you allow me to leave, I won’t try to stop or oppose you in anyway.” She pleads.

“Your mere presence is causing me problems. I didn’t expect this,” I say out loud but more to myself.

“There’s still time young man, if you leave here now, I promise not to tell anyone. Only you, I and god will know what happened here tonight.”

“That’s already too many eyes, I eh…” now it’s my turn to lose my thoughts as I notice a bright light flashing outside.

I glance out the window to see a cop car parked right outside the rear entrance and two officers coming up to the side the door. “Goddamn, looks like things aren’t going my way after all.”

“Listen sir, If you leave out now, I’ll divert the officers while you escape.”

“Right…you must think my head screws off. Why would you be willing to help someone that’s ripping you off?”

“Because you are a child of god in need, just because one commits a wicked act, it does not mean that he is wicked, nor does it mean that his soul cannot be saved,” she replied calmly.

“Oh so that’s it, you’re trying to cleanse my soul—sister?”

“The question is young man, are you willing to cleanse your own soul,” she fired back.

“Listen I don’t have time for a sermon,” I snap as I hear footsteps coming up stairs. “If you really want to help me lady show me a place to hide?”

“I can’t do that sir I…mmph,” I cover her mouth with my large hand, guide her behind the curtains and close them tightly, just as the door swung open.

My heart felt as though it was about to bust right out of my chest as I stood there behind the curtains, holding the nun close and with my weapon pointed at the side of her head.

I pull her closer to me and whisper. “Don’t make a sound or you know what’s gonna happen, nod your head if you understand.”

She complied and I literally held my breath as I saw the flashlight beam dart about the room. Now of course I wasn’t about to shoot a nun, but it was all I could do to keep her in line. I watch nervously as the cop searched about the darkened room. I literally prayed to be somewhere, anywhere other than here. Even serving time behind bars was a pleasant act in comparison to being here.

Had I fallen so far that I’m about to get busted not for just robbing a church but holding a nun hostage with a gun to her head, just that thought alone had me shaking like a leaf. I closed my eyes and said another prayer when something strange happened or should I say things became even more bizarre.

Perhaps it was the position we were standing in or just the oddity of the moment, but I could actually feel my Johnson rubbing between this woman’s ass crack and things got stranger when I felt it growing and perhaps the strangest thing of all, I could feel her rocking her body back against my erection.

Minutes seemed Kurtköy Escort like hours as our trembling bodies moved in unison. My breath grew heavy as I breathed down on her ear and neck, just as I felt her hot panting breath on my hand beneath her nose.

I tried so hard to deny these erotic impulses, to ignore what I was feeling, what she was obviously feeling and yet our bodies seemed to ignore our rejections, refusing denial and ultimately betrayed our air of restrictions.

“Hey Jones, no one’s here,” a voice called, then the door closed and I heard someone say.

“Yeah, someone probably forgot to lock the door, you think I should call Father McIntyre?”

“No way, unless you feel like filing a report,” another voice replied.

I waited until I heard the police car pulling away from the curb before finally releasing my grip on the sister.

She never turned back as she quickly walked away and attempted to straighten out her dress and I’m thankful she didn’t turn back or else she would’ve seen the massive tent pole stretching out the fabric of my jeans.

“I think you should leave now,” she exclaimed.

“Yeah you’re right, but I got some unfinished business to take care of.”

“Do what you must but please leave,” she snapped as she walked toward the door.

“Wait a minute, hold up. I didn’t say you could go,” I challenged.

“I thought I’d leave you to your vile sacrilegious act. The threat is removed, what else do you want from me?”

I could still feel my heavy breath as I asked. “How much money’s in the safe?”

“So now the hungry wolf requests the number of the herd so that he may contemplate whether he has a meal or a feast,” she answered with a voice of cynicism. No I’m afraid I don’t know sir, you’ll have to see for yourself.”

“Hey I’m really, really sorry about all this. I didn’t know you’d be here…”

“Save your excuses and apologies sir for the one whom you shall one day stand before and then he shall make his judgment.”

Finally my hard on subsided enough to move closer to her.

“Listen Sister, times are really hard for me. If there was any other way to avoid this, believe me I would’ve.”

“You don’t actually believe that do you?”

“Sure I do, I’m telling you. I didn’t have a choice.”

She turned to face me and calmly states, “You mean to say that your only solution to your problem was to enter a house of god, not for assistance but to defile it. If that is the best you could do, then you truly are lost.”

There was just enough light filtering in from a street light for me to see her. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Beneath all that garb and bulky attire was a beautiful woman. She was far younger than I imagined, perhaps in her late thirties and at the most early forties. I could see a trace of her blonde hair; grayish blue eyes behind those granny-like glasses and even without makeup, her soft rose pedal skin reflected her natural beauty. I managed to catch myself as I felt a surge of erotic energy jolt through my love staff.

“Don’t give me that shit,” I fired back defensively. “I made some mistakes, I’m only human. So you believe if I came here asking for help, what would you do, offer me a prayer, some long-winded sermon and then what…a bowl of soup. Get off that shit sister. Everyone has a breaking point and this is mine, now open the safe,” I ordered.

I lifted up the tapestry so she could open the safe door. She swung the door open and stepped aside.

As I stepped forward I glanced inside to see several shelves and a rather small metal safe deposit box, about the size of a small file cabinet. “So the money’s in there?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?”

I stepped inside, quickly snatch up the box and exited the miniature room. “Cut the lights on, I wanna see exactly what I got here.”

She struggles in the darkened room and eventually cuts on the lights. She was even more beautiful with the fluorescent light shinning down on her. I popped the locks open and stare down into a box loaded with money. I notice her coming up to stand on the opposite side of the table. I look up quickly and just manage to catch her eyes, as they divert away from looking at the still noticeable bulge in my pants.

“There’s a lot of money here. Yeah that’s what I’m talkin bout.”

“May I leave now sir.” She asked, sounding impatient.

“Chill out Sister, it’ll all be over in just a little while. Now would you mind telling me something?”

“Anything if it will expedite your exit.”

“Why did you do that to me, when we were behind the curtains?”

“Excuse me sir, but I don’t know what you’re speaking about.”

“Bullshit, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You had to feel it because you’re the one who brought it on.”

“Sir haven’t you sullied and defiled this holy place enough, have you not contaminated this sacred place enough with your vile unholy behavior, have you no shame at all,” she charged.

“I hear you sister but Maltepe Escort throughout your rant you never answered my question.”

“Just as I never heard the question, all I heard was an outrageous accusation.” She makes the sign of the cross. “Please my lord, what have I done to deserve the company of this wicked man,” she cried loudly.

“Listen sister…may I at least ask your name?”

“My name is Sister Yvette Cherry.”

“You can call me…Wood.”

“I’d rather call you a memory,” she snapped.

“Sister Cherry I know I’ve offended you. I know what I’m doing is wrong. You might not believe this but I never dreamed I’d be here like this.”

She throws her hands up in disgust. “Why do you persist in trying to convince me that you are anything other than what you appear to be, your words are hollow and without meaning, for it is your actions that define you.”

“Okay…okay, I won’t waste anymore of your time, but before I leave here I want you to tell me the truth.”

I walk right up over and look down on her. I could feel the hot energy between us.

“Why were you grinding on me when we stood behind the curtains? I know I’m a lowdown no good thug, but what were you thinking, what were you feeling?”

For a moment I saw the softness in her eyes, the yearning and just as suddenly her disgusted face returns. “No, no I will not give in to this. Mister Wood or whatever your name is, it doesn’t matter because in my mind you are the servant of the Devil himself and you have come here to tempt and seduce me with your sinful ways. Here’s the truth. I felt you pressed against me and for a moment I…I was tempted, but the moment has passed and I suggest you do the same.”

It made sense, I mean I guess anyone can fall victim to their decadent thoughts. All I had to do was look in the mirror. I was just about to snatch up the money and dump in a canvas bag when I saw her subtly glance down at my semi-hard tool. Her lips quivered as she hungrily licked them.

“Damn, I really have you aroused don’t I. I want you to be honest, if not with me then at least for yourself. You are human and you’re still a woman,” I answered feeling my tool began to swell.

“You know I heard that in God’s eyes, the actually sin begins with the thought.”

“How dare you come here and preach to me?”

“I’m not preaching Sister; I’m just being real and a lot more honest than you’re being with me.”

“Oh my lord help me please. Sir what must I do to remove you from my presence?”

I slammed the bag on the table, snatch her into my arms, “Here’s how,” I bark before kissing her.

I force my tongue into her mouth as thoughts of my ass burning in Hell flash through my mind.

She manages to push away from my lips, but I continue to hold her tightly in my arms.

“Mary mother of god, man what are you doing, is there no limit to your wicked behavior?”

I ignore her rant and pull her close once more to kiss her and this time I squeeze her so tight, she groans softly.

She beats her fist into my shoulders and suddenly I feel her body melt into mine as she then wraps her arms over my shoulders and gives in to passion.

I relaxed my grip on her and we were both out of breath.

“I guess there’s only one way I can convince you to leave is by allowing you to have your way.”

“Don’t kid yourself sister, you want to as much as I do,” I fired back.

“Perhaps but you just remember you led me down this path to hell,” she countered as she removed her habit head piece and revealed her blonde hair just above shoulder length.

I stepped back to admire her stunning frame as she slow and seductively removed her white cuffs and collar, cord belt and black boots with 3½ ” heels. I nearly choked on my spit as I watched this anal retentive, strict matronly female, transform into a gorgeously sexy woman with a body so esthetically pleasing it would make a priest have wet dreams, eh…maybe not.

She struts up to me wearing nothing but a beaded necklace, with a crucifix and a sexually hungry smile.

The moment she threw her arms around my shoulders and kissed me with those soft, full, succulent lips, I knew this girl was no neophyte to sexual pleasure. Her lips drifted about my face, kissing and licking as she moved along until reaching my chest, where she slid her tongue down the center, paused for a moment to undue my belt and zipper, yanked down my pant and boxes, releasing my captive stiff member.

I soon realize she was no stranger in the art of pleasing a Bozack either. She slowly pulls back the tight foreskin of my tool, then flickers her tongue rapidly on the crown, and sent jolts of pleasure up and down my spine.

To say she was merely giving me a blow job or sucking my tool would be a gross understatement, this pretty lady was making love to my wood and it was so good. I had to clench my teeth to keep from shouting how much I loved it.

I curled my toes when I saw her swallow my shaft down to the pubic hairs, then click her throat or perform something I could only describe as hip-ups. At first I thought she might be gagging but after hearing her groan, I began to realize this was some kind of technique and she was enjoying this as much as I did, perhaps even more.

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The School Teacher Ch. 3

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I had just turned 18 and, when I was 16, I had learned to drive. I had purchased a used, 1965 Mercury 4-dr sedan with all power with the money I had saved after school and on weekends, working.

We had arranged for me to meet you for lunch in a quaint, very nice restaurant some 23 miles out of town. Just thinking of being with you always gave me a very hard cock, and, this day was no different. It was about 1:30 in the afternoon on this one Saturday, and, when I arrived and walked into the restaurant, I spotted you sitting in a booth in the corner of the restaurant, all alone, waiting. I was on time when I arrived there. When I walked up to the high, circular booth, I gasped, seeing you sit- ting there in a summery, cotton outfit and the first thing I noticed was, how low-cut it was. I walked over to you, leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. Every man’s eye was on you as you sat there, looking so fresh and clean, your long, red hair up, and, your intelligent, bright, green eyes sparkling. Your massive breasts stood out, and, with no strain at all, I could see your nipples through the cotton dress. I felt myself getting harder.

“Hi Hoot,” she said with a big smile. “Sit down,…won’t you?” she said, waving her arm toward the seat. I sat down and the waiter came over, looking at me. “I’ll just have some coffee,” I told him as I handed him the menu. I noticed you were having a salad and some kabasa sausages. You had one big one on the plate.

I was sitting across from you and you noticed me squirming,….being kinda fidgety. “Whassa’ matter, Hoot?” you asked slyly. “Um,…oh, nothing,” I lied. “Come on, Hoot,….what’s up?” you asked looking down at the table, which would have been at my crotch had the table not been there. Monica knew me well now. My hand moved my cock in my pants kinda quickly and you smiled when you saw my upper arm move. “Is….that monster,….giving you problems again?” you asked. “Well,…..” was all I said. “We’re going to take care of it,….this afternoon,” you said.

Monica was always very sexy around me. In fact, it was practically all we did. You jammed your fork into the sausage, raised it and slid it down between your huge tits! You lodged it into your cleavage, then, re- moved the fork. My hand, under the table, was rubbing my cock as it got harder and harder! You smiled, then, with your arms at your side, you clenched and unclenched, over and over, the muscles of your arms, which, in turn, pressed against the sides of your big breasts! In so doing, I watched, in awe, as your tits bunched up and squeezed and un- squeezed around the big sausage.

You heard me when I moaned, “Oh GOD!!!!!” and you smiled. You kept doing it over and over, saying, “THIS is what I’m going to do to you, Hoot,…in your car!” I kept staring down into your cleavage! I always marveled at how full and deep it was. The booth we were sitting in was high and in a half- circle, and, it was leather padded. Only a few people in the row of booths next to us could see us. A young couple, sitting across from us were looking, and, smiling. You slid over on the seat next to me, taking your food with you. Then I felt your hand as it went down and your fingers found and fondled my thick meat on the outside of my trousers. The young couple across from us were glaring, and, their eyes widened as they watched your hand doing a dance on my crotch.

Your eyes were half-shut as your fingers played with my throbbing shaft. “Oh Hoot,…you are soooooo BIG again! I’m going to have this for dessert. Monica wants a nice, big, hot, thick, wet load of your sweet, sweet cream going down her throat!” “UH!!!!!!” I moaned as my body squirmed. The young couple across from us were agape, hardly believing what they were seeing, and, they didn’t seem to mind a bit. “Keep doing what you are doing, Monica, and, you might have to end up drinking it,….right here!” I warned. “Okay,….then,….let’s go,” you answered. You removed, seductively, the sausage from your cleavage, used a nap- kin to wipe yourself, then, we got up and left. I followed you, glaring at your broad, shapely hips as they bounced when we walked. I got to the cashier and paid the check, then, we left the restaurant.

We climbed into my car, and, you directed me where to go. You were sitting right next to me as I drove, your hand down between my legs, fond- ling and rubbing my big, hard cock! I drove about 4 miles and we ended up in a park. You told me to pull over on a patch of grass encircled by several oak trees. I did and even after we had been together several times, I was still somewhat nervous. You noticed. I shut the engine down and, right away, your arm went up around my neck and you pulled my head over and down and we kissed hotly! Now your hand really danced on my straining prick! My left hand went to the side of your massive, big, right tit and I rubbed the side of it. Meanwhile, your hand had gone to my belt buckle and after you undid it, you pulled my zipper down. I kicked off my loafers and urged you over to the passenger side. You slid over and you watched as I lifted Ataşehir Escort my hips and slid my trousers and shorts down my legs. “Now,….straddle me, Hoot!” you said, rather anxiously.

I lifted a leg after moving over close to you, and, put my knee down so that it was next to your right thigh. Now, with my knees on both sides of you, my cock pulsed as it stood up tall. “My, my,…look at how it wants some attention, Hoot!” you observed. I rested the underside of my length against your belly, and, you looked down, seeing the large, open tip poised just under your cleavage. I reached and pulled on the spaghetti straps holding your dress and when I slid them down your arms, the top of your cotton dress fell to your waist, revealing those tremendous, full tits, with large aureoles and nipples getting larger and harder. I felt the flat of your hands go on my hips, and, you guided me as I rolled them and felt the large, open tip begin to slide up and against your cleavage! As I continued to roll them, we both looked and the big tip was spreading, spreading, spreading, your huge tits apart, and, I hissed as it slid up the heart of your cleavage!

“Oh yes, Hoot! Your cock always feels sooooooo good fucking these big tits! Soooooo HOT and MEATY!!! Are your balls filling with all that sweet liquid, baby?” you asked. “Yes,….they have been ever since I left town,” I answered. “Good! I want them nice and full when you explode,” you said. “Now, fuck these big tits, Hoot! FUCK THEM!!!!!” I began to pump my hips, feeling the full length and breadth of your meaty, huge tits, and, I groaned aloud! I had to bend my head to clear the headliner, but, I could look down and see the large tip, at first, disappear from view, then, reappear, as I slid my cock up, up, up! I could see the large hole in the tip and it was filling up with pre-cum! Then, I felt your tongue slide in it, and, you scooped out what was there. “GOD!!! It tastes soooooo fuckin’ good, Hoot! I could suck your cock and eat your cum all day!!!!” Over and over, more and more, you pressed the flat of your hands against the sides of your breasts, folding them, easily, around my cock! I am VERY thick, but, your 55hh’s could easily accomodate my girth! I was to learn with the passage of time, that in order for me to tit-fuck in the manner that truly turned me on and made me shoot record-breaking explosions, a woman with a minimum of 40DD’s would be able to fold her tits…..completely….around my shaft, nipple- to-nipple! Any ladies smaller then that, would have a difficult time trying to encompass….completely….my cock!

Slowly, without rushing, I pumped,…and, both of us could hear the sides of my shaft, along my complete length, being massaged by the in- side of your breasts! An occasional ‘Oh!’ could be heard as both of us responded to this most pleasureable act! As I pumped up, you brought your tits down….and, when I rolled my hips back and down, you brought your tits up, making sure your entire cleavage came into contact with all my cock! The sensations weren’t as great as when we were on your bed doing this, but, they were strong enough to have me spurt an unbelievable load! I was surprised when you released your breast with one hand and you brought it down, raising the lower part of your cotton dress! Then, I gasped when I saw you fill your hand with part of the half-slip you had worn. It was truly amazing,….you are one of those ladies whose tits are so large, you didn’t have to hold your breast around my cock as it did it on it’s own! When you did do it, it was only to intensify the effect it had on me to make me shoot a lot,….I mean,…a LOT of thick, hot cum!

“C’MON, HOOT! FUCK THESE TITS! FUCK THEM!!! FUCK THEM HARD!!! I NEED THAT HOT DESSERT!” you screamed out! I put my hands on the top of the seat supporting your back, and, with great effort, I drove my hard cock, brutally, between your tits! “GOOD, HOOT! WONDERFUL! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TITS SHOULD BE FUCKED!” you observed. I loved the incentive you always seemed to give me, no mat- ter what we were doing. Up,….down,….up,….down,….up,….down,….over and over and over! It was pure Heaven as you looked down watching the big, open tip come into view when it spread the heart of your cleavage apart, and, slid up, your tongue out and ready! A little higher I pumped, and, soon, I could feel the tip of your tongue dart into the large hole, searching out, then scooping any pre-cum there! “OH!” I moaned again, and, you loved it!

The car rocked from our efforts as I looked down, marveling at how my thick shaft spread, far apart, your tits, as it came up, your lovely head bent forward, tongue out and ready to dip into the hole when it reached you! Your big tits,….easily,….folded around me even though I am VERY, VERY thick, with room to spare! I knew breast-balling you would be one of the greatest, if not,….the,….greatest tit-fuck I would experience in a lifetime!

Again and again, your silk-filled hand fondled my huge balls, and, I could feel them filling, rapidly, to over-flowing! Kadıköy Escort “OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” I hollered, again and again, as your silk-filled hand danced on my balls! “CUM FOR MONICA!!! CUM FOR ME, HOOT! SHOOT ALL THAT HOT SPUNK RIGHT IN MONICA’S HUNGRY MOUTH!!!!!” I leaned my upper body back while still supporting myself with my knees at your sides, so, I could get a better look! “C’MON, HOOT! C’MON!!!!!! FUCK MY TITS AND MOUTH!!!!!! FUCK THEM BOTH, HOOT!!!! YOU HAVE ENOUGH TO DO IT!!!! FUCK THEM HARD!!!!!!!” you hollered, prompting me to put more effort into it! I rolled my hips down and back, and, we both watched the large tip slide down your cleav- age as it disappeared, your huge tits folding together where it had been, then, reappearing again when it slid below the bottom of your cleav- age! Faster, your silk-filled hand diddled and fondled my balls! “C’MON, HOOT!!!!! C’MON!!!!! YOUR BALLS ARE BIG, FULL AND HEAVY!!! YOU ARE READY TO GIVE ME THAT DESSERT!!!!!!”

I abandoned all attempts to prolong this and hold back my explosion and pumped for all I was worth! At one point, when the tip slid far, far, up your tits, your lovely mouth, gaping, was able to fold around the sides of the tip and take it in! But, when my hips settled back down on you, I felt it leave your hot, sucking mouth momentarily, only, to have it re-insert into your mouth on the following upstroke! Also, at one point, when the tip was firmly in your mouth, my hips went back down, but, that time, you bent your head and followed it so your lips and mouth could stay attached to it!!!! The way your tongue was digging into the hole, I knew you were going to spark a monumental climax!

The flat of my hands rolled in circles all over your head and hair as the tingle in my balls began to reach a crescendo!!!! So erotically, your gaping mouth pulled on me, your tongue always active, digging out pre-cum in the large hole in the tip,…your silk-filled hand now didd- ling and rubbing and shaking my ready-to-burst big balls! Your massive, hot tits….constantly…..in contact with my full length! “CUM FOR MONICA! CUM FOR MONICA, HOOT! MY MOUTH AND THROAT AND STOMACH….ARE READY!!!” you hollered out and the next time your lips and mouth folded around me, and, we both heard your mouth….sucking…. and, your tongue,….licking,….I let go!!!

It was tremendous, and, it caught you off guard as the first release bolted to the back of your throat, almost making you gag, but, you re- covered quickly and continued to pull the abundant hot cream from my emptying balls! “UHHHH!!!! YIIIII!!!!…..AAARRRRGGHHHHH!!!!!….UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!” came out of me each time my balls released a huge, thick string of sweet cum!!!

‘Gulp,…gulp,…suck,….gulp,….suck….gulp….’ we both could hear as you were working so hard to swallow all of it! You never could, but, you sure had a knack for making me release record amounts of gism! After some 30 seconds, I backed off,….between spurts,…pulling my shaft back away from your mouth, but, instinctively, you grabbed it with your hands and directed the remaining sprays of the baby-making fluid! You aimed it, and, you gasped when a thick string of cum leaped from the big tip and landed on your nipple! You moved my cock and the next release landed on your other nipple! Then, you alternated by let- ting the remaining sprays fall all over the meat of your breasts!

“AHHHHHHH,….THAT’S SOOOOOO FUCKIN’ HOT!!!! SOOOO FUCKIN’ HOT!!!!” you hollered out and your hand pulled and pulled my cock, your other hand, silk-filled, rubbed my balls as you worked to get every drop! I shot and shot! So much, in fact, my balls hurt! After you had completely drained me, I moved so that I was sitting on the bench seat next to you while you bent your head and lifted your tits and licked, sucked, and, drank every ounce of cum that you could off of them! “AHHHHHH,….sweet nectar!!!” you said as you smacked your lips! My shaft was still standing up tall as the hurt in my balls receded. You looked over at me, smiling, then, your eyes went down, and, you commented, “God,…look how hard your cock is! It is like you never came!” you observed. “Hoot? I want it in my ass now!” you said with finality. You raised up and I shifted in the seat so that you were above me. You lowered your head and you kissed me sensuously! My heart pounded as I always found it hard to believe I was with you. With your knees straddling my hips, as we kissed, I felt your hand as you moved it to the rear of you and I felt your fingers slip around my girth! “Lubricate my ass, good, Hoot!” you said, and, with that, I felt you maneuver the big, open tip against your pussy lips! You worked it around, in circles, letting just the tip enter you and I could feel your juices flowing!

“Ahhhhh,….that’s it! Get it nice and wet, baby!” and, for sure, it was dripping! You raised up a little and the tip came out of you! Then, you moved it back, and, you rolled your hips forward, and, I felt the tip press against your small, tight nether hole! My arms were around you and my hands Bostancı Escort down on your ass cheeks! Your hand continued to move the tip, and, you exerted some pressure and I felt your rear hole begin to give way! I felt the big tip, soaked with your juices, slip into you! It was Heaven!

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHH,…..AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” you groaned! “Sooooo big! Soooooo BIG!!! GOD!!!!” you hollered out! You rolled your hips and my shaft began to enter your bowel! “THAT’S IT, HOOT!!! THAT’S IT!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!! FUCK IT!!!!!” you screamed, and, gradually, inch by inch, my thick cock moved up into you! “I….I,….I,…want it all, Hoot!!!! All….of….it!!!!” you said, and, with each word spoken, you took more and more of me! My hands pressed your ass cheeks, and, your luscious ass came down, down, down! I felt your bowel engulf my thickness and I could feel the big tip start to move up into you! “GOOD GOD!!! FEELS LIKE A DAMN TELEPHONE POLE!! SOOOO BIG!!!!!” you moaned out! “I swear, Hoot,…you will rip me apart!” you saw fit to mention. “No, baby! No!!!” I assured you!

You moved your other hand to your cunt and I saw your arm wiggle as you rubbed your clit! Faster, faster,…your hand moved, and, I knew you were starting to get close to an explosion! With about half of me in you,….suddenly,….raising your leg, you spun on me and faced the dashboard! I had a grip of your hips and I helped you raise and lower yourself on me! In,….out! In,…out!!! In,…out!! And, up,…down,….up,…down,….up,…down,…your ass moved on me until almost all of me was in you now! “SOOOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG!!!!! GOD!!!! YOU ARE SOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG, HOOT!” you moaned, and, we quickened our pace, the car now starting to rock! You unbent your knees and placed your feet on the floorboard! Now, you had better control and you raised and lowered yourself, constantly, not stopping! I moved my arms and hands, placing my hands around you and on your massive tits! I fondled them, and tweaked your nipples while your ass hole continued to slide down and up my throbbing shaft!

Your fingers moved rapidly against your clit, and, you had sunk one of them in your depths, feeling your juices all around it! “I’M,….I’M,….I’M,….OH GOD!!!! I’M…GONNA,…CUM, HOOT!!!!! SOON!!!!!” you shouted out! Up,…down,….up,….down,…..up,….down,….your body moved on me! I could feel the walls of your bowel all around the entire length of my shaft as I pumped up and your body came down….your fingers moving, faster and faster against your clit! You marveled at how tight your pussy was with my cock in your ass… knowing how it pressed against the small piece of flesh separating both holes,….and, you could feel part of my length with your finger as it pushed against the small snap of flesh!

“UH! UH! UH! UH!” you groaned, over and over, each time my shaft went up, filling you! “GOD, HOOT! HOW YOU FILL ME!! EVEN IN MY ASS! KEEEEE-RIST!!!!!” “Cum, baby! Cum for Hoot!” I hollered. “OOOHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!….MONICA’S CUNT IS GOING TO SPRAY!!! MONICA’S CUNT IS GOING TO SPRAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!” you screamed and with that, your body shivered rapidly, then, you held still as the sensations shooting through your body overwhelmed you! Oh, how you wiggled after that, making sure all of me was in you! I continued to tweak your nipple with one hand while I moved the other one down to your pussy and slid it inside of you, and, it immediately, was soaked with your juices as I could,,,,feel….you cuming! You always did shoot like a man, and, your juices….poured…..out of you, running down to part of my balls, then, on the seat!!!

“OHHHHHH,….YOU LOVELY FUCKER, HOOT! YOU GRAND FUCKER!!!! HOW MY HOOT LOVES TO FUCK!!!!!” you shouted out as you began to recede from the high your climax gave you! “YES!!!! I LOVE FUCKING YOU, MONICA! I NEVER TIRE OF FUCKING MY MONICA!!!” I shouted back! You raised your leg and spun back around, facing me! Immediately, I attached my lips to your big tit and sucked it! I put both hands around it, marveling at how large and full it was! I latched onto your hard nipple and sucked and licked it! I bit on it a little and the pain, turning to pleasure, excited you! I brought my other hand around to your chest, putting it on your other tit and I played and rubbed it,….tweaking your nipple with my fingers! I alternated be- tween sucking one tit, then, the other,….tweaking one nipple, then the other as you rode up and down on me, my big cock, buried in your exquisite ass, feeling better and better and better!

Harder,….faster,….I moved your hips up and down on me, allow- ing my cock to move it’s full length, in and out of you! “UH! UH! WANT MY CUM, BABY? DOES MONICA WANT HOOT’S CUM ALL IN HER ASS?” I asked, and, your words, with labored breathing, repeated themselves,…..”YES!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!!” you said over and over! So, full bore, I pumped,…riding your body up and down me! Then, the very strong tingle in my balls signaled an explosion! “HOLD ON, MONICA! HOLD ON BABY!!! HOOT IS GONNA….CUM!!!!!” I warned and I knew you would relish it! I rocked you on me,…I cork- screwed my cock in your ass,…rotating your hips in circles as I brought you down and up on me! “AARRRRGGGHHHHH,….OOOHHHHHH……YIIIIIIIII!!!!” you squealed as you knew your entire bowel would fill, any second, with my thick gism!

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The Seductive Stanholmes – The Beginning

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A new employee of mine, and I hope a new friend, by the name of Rick Maxwell suggested that I might enjoy sharing my erotic exploits online as a form of entertainment and relaxation. I’ve decided to give it a go so; here I am.

I am a Sensualistic Dom in my mid 50s and married to a lovely Pet by the name of Barbara who is 13 years younger than I am.

{For the record; I’m Barbara’s Dom in the boudoir and in a sexual sense. In every other way, she is my equal. She is a powerful and extremely intelligent woman. She is my friend, my lover, my confidante…my life. I pity the person who would ever wish her harm. (If she didn’t eliminate them, I surely would.) Without her, I’m quite positive that I would not be in such a financially comfortable state of being.}

I am in good health, just shy of six feet in height and my build is fairly average for a man of my years. Grey hair took on my sandy blonde locks and was, mostly, victorious. I have no children and have never, really, regretted that decision.

For those of you with more prurient interests in their reading material, you will have to bear with me as I give some autobiographical history before moving on to the more…tantalizing subjects. I promise that future stories will be more…focused on sexual pleasure. But, if I plan to write a series of stories, it’s important to know who I am and what makes Barbara and I the people that I hope you will come to nurture a fondness for.

The extremely “condensed version” of my biography is as follows: My name is Marcus Aurelius Stanholme. (A bit ostentatious, I know. My mother thought the name would make me seem like an “important person”.) Though my father died when I was young, Mom gave me a fulfilling, if unremarkable, childhood filled with love and support.

I was married, at a very young age, to a girl I was never in love with. It just seemed the right thing to do at the time. Drinking, drugs and carousing flushed that relationship down the toilet along with any dignity I pretended to have at the time. {To be honest, the best thing she ever did for either of us was to leave me.}

For the next few years, I “circled the drain” while taking a variety of mundane jobs to survive and generally being an ass. My father was long dead when my mother passed away, suddenly, leaving me alone in the world. This caused me to “hit rock bottom”. My father’s brother, Jesse Stanholme, saw me at Mom’s funeral and said; “you need help, son”. And so, with his aid, I entered rehab and finally got clean and sober.

Upon “graduation” from the clinic, he offered me a job in one of his string of sporting goods stores. After a year of being an actual useful member of society, he took me aside and told me that I was the only member of the family that showed any kind of potential in the business. He let me know that he respected the fact that I had only ever visited with him out of familial love and that I had never come to him for monetary support, even when I was at my lowest point. Unmarried, and with no children, he asked if I would like to move in to his handsome old home and share the duties as master of the household. It was there that I learned the art of being an “adult”. He was a fine man, a great mentor and a true friend to me.

My love life was non-existent, but my time was well spent with Uncle Jessie, who became the Dad I never knew but always wanted. We grew quite close. Too soon, he was taken from me by a heart condition that he kept hidden from the world. He shocked me, and the few remaining members of our family, by leaving all of his assets in my name. I did the only thing I could do; what he’d taught me to do: I stayed sober and kept the businesses running.

That, in the most concise way, is my past. Now I shall tell of the beginning of my future.

I met Barbara Avery, by accident, a little over 15 years ago. Now, when I say we met by accident, I’m being quite literal…not figurative. She backed her coupe into my Lexus when I was leaving one of my stores. Though it was a very low-speed impact, it was jarring all the same. I jumped out of the car and ran to her door. Knocking on the window, I asked; “Are you OK”?

She rolled down the heavily tinted glass and I was completely dumbfounded. Dark brunette hair framed her face with long, wavy, flowing tresses. Sparkling blue-grey eyes were framed by attractively sensible looking glasses. And the face…

Her face was stunningly beautiful. Regal yet, humble. Fresh yet, experienced. Fair skinned and with the hint of a freckle or two. Innocent yet…

“My God”, she said breathlessly. “I’m so sorry. I should have looked more carefully before backing up. Are YOU ok? I have full coverage. I…” She got out of the car and I could see the rest of her. She was wearing “office” clothes consisting of a relatively plain blouse with a skirt reaching to just below her knees. Tall, (matching my own height), but a graceful figure of womanhood. She was, and still Maltepe Escort is, bountifully curved in all the right places.

I interrupted her. “I’m fine.” Glancing at the damage, I could see that my bumper only had a small dent and she had lost a tail light. Nothing major. “Tell you what. Have coffee with me, just to be sure we’re both alright, then we can forget it ever happened.”

I won’t share every detail. Coffee turned to dinner and dinner turned into…

We had everything and nothing in common. She told me about her modest, yet happy, upbringing as an only child. She told me that she worked as an executive assistant to some “higher up” in an accounting firm and that she had a knack for finance. She shared her past experiences with men; that she was single but that she’d been engaged twice to men like I used to be. “Players”. This, inevitably, turned our conversation to more personal matters. She said that she’d been experimenting in BDsm but again; she only seemed to meet the wrong kinds of men. Men with little imagination and less respect for her. I found her to be quite refreshingly open, extremely intelligent and simply captivating.

After dinner, she joined me on a long walk in a park near downtown. I shared all that I could think of, about myself, with her…my childhood, my loss…my struggles with addiction to drugs and alcohol; my subsequent clean time and my current position and unplanned for financial comfort and… that I was an aspiring Dom. Then, she reached for my hand. “May I”, she asked?

“You already backed into me once today. It kind of got me excited.” I quipped then I took her hand in mine.

We circled the entire park multiple times, over the course of… (You know; I have no idea how long we were there.) We walked and talked about anything and everything. Before long, with our fingers still intertwined, she stopped us in our tracks. Turning me to face her, she asked again…”May I?”…then she brought her lips to mine and kissed me… deeply… as if we’d been together forever. Pulling away, she knelt; right there in the middle of the sidewalk. With her head bowed she inquired; “how may I serve you, Sir?”

The most un-dominant thoughts raced through my mind. I was flabbergasted that a woman of her grace… her intellect…her sheer beauty was offering herself to me. Although we’d only just met, it was as if she had been with me all of my life. A wispy shadow in my dreams… seeking me out… with me trying to reach her but always falling short before waking.

I took her hand, smiled and first addressed her by the nickname that has stuck for all these years. “Come, my Pet. We’ll finish this lovely Friday evening at my humble abode.”

She rose to her feet, looked furtively into my eyes and asked; “Should we drive separately sir?”

“Only if that makes you comfortable, my Pet.” {From that point on, I rarely called, or call, her by her given name.}

We drove back to the spacious old house that would one day, in the not so distant future, become our home. On our way there, she laid her palm upon my crotch and could surely feel the stirring beneath the khaki cloth. She did nothing to further excite me but the warmth and soft pressure were titillating.

Maneuvering into the arched driveway, I parked in front of the doors. Turning to her I said; “If you cross that threshold with me, I have a feeling that I may never let you leave. Are you quite sure you want this? I would be happy to drive you back to your car…or take you home, if you wish. It’s your…”

She interrupted me with another deep kiss then said. “Lead the way, Sir. Let me join you on the path of your passion.” That was when she smiled the most devilish smile that I had ever beheld. That smile, alone, caused a deeper stirring in my loins and a fire to ignite in the deepest level of my soul.

I circled the car and held the door for her. Silently, we approached the door but just as I raised my keys to the lock, it swung open and Carson, (who was my “chief of household” at that time), was standing there in his bathrobe. “Welcome home, Sir”, he said while smiling and straightening his thinning grey hair. “Will your guest be staying with us this evening?”

“He always does that”, I said to my Pet. “It’s like he’s psychic. Carson; This is Barbara…um…this is awkward. What is your full name dear heart?”

We all just stared at one another until she spoke up. “Avery. Barbara Celeste Avery. Barb is fine. It’s a pleasure to meet you Carson.” She reached out her hand and, being the perfect “gentleman’s gentleman”, Carson lifted it for a chaste and polite kiss.

“Charmed, Ms. Avery. Shall I set out refreshments in your sitting room Sir?”

“Thank you”, I replied. “Just cold drinks, if you don’t mind. I’ll give her the tour and we’ll be retiring after that.”

Turning to my Pet, I held my elbow out to her. “Shall we?”

I showed her around the large home letting İstanbul Escort her know that I hadn’t had the heart to change the décor since Uncle Jesse died. I wasn’t even sure if I’d keep the place except for the fact that he had built it from his own blueprints.

{I’m sure that more details about the house will emerge at a later date. Suffice it to say that my Pet and I have made extensive modifications to our abode to update it and make the place our own.}

When we got up to my rooms, Carson was standing by the open door to the sitting room adjoining the master bedroom. “Will you be needing anything else this evening Sir…Ms.?”

I looked at her, she shook her head, then I replied. “No, thank you Carson. I think that’ll be all. Sleep well.”

“Thank you, Sir. Goodnight.” Then nodding to our guest, “Pleasant dreams, Ms. Avery.” He then walked away.

When I turned, my Pet was already in the room. Stepping in, I closed the door behind me. A few steps into the room offered another surprise. I beheld her on her knees once again. With eyes to the floor she whispered; “What would be Sirs pleasure”?

Now, how does one reply to that? How could I ever believe in “love at first site”? (But I did at that moment.) How could I possibly dream that the feeling might be mutual? (I was to learn that it was.) I may be an impulsive fool but Uncle Jesse always told me; “If a man is to acquire what he truly desires, life is too short to just ‘hem and haw and dawdle’. He has to grab hold of it before another fool beats him to the punch”.

It was at that particular juncture in my life that I finally knew exactly how I felt…what I had to say… and I felt totally comfortable in saying it. “My Pet. Tonight I have found something I didn’t know existed. I found the remainder of myself. If you are ready to join me on my path, I am ready to guide you.”

Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet mine. A single tear was rolling down her cheek. “If Sir will forgive my impudence, I believe that I have fallen in love with you. Please allow me to join you in your journey.”

My heart was ready to explode. It was all that I could do not to sweep her up in my arms and declare my deepest feelings… But; we were establishing our ground rules; our “dynamic”, if you will. Instead, I went to my closet and retrieved a few of my ties, a couple of belts and an old silk tee-shirt. (I was unskilled and under-equipped. At that point in my life, I had actually only studied the world of BDsm in books and dabbled in it a few times. I really didn’t acquire the proper accoutrements until my love came along.)

I tossed the various items onto the bed before stepping in front of her kneeling form. Placing a finger under her chin, I said. “Sir desires that his pet disrobe for him…” She rose to her feet quickly and began to rapidly unbutton her blouse. “Ah, ah, aaahhh…”. She stopped abruptly and looked at me with pained eyes. “Slowly, my pet.”

She smiled then nodded her understanding and stepped back the tempo of her movements.

I was dressed in khakis, a plain collared shirt and a sports jacket. I walked to the sideboard, grabbed a bottled water. I set it on the end table by the settee. I then sloughed off my jacket and tossed it to the other end of the little couch before taking a seat on the closer end to enjoy the show.

She pulled the tail of her blouse from her skirt and parted it, shrugging it from her shoulders revealing a lovely black lace demi-cup bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Reaching to her hip, she unbuttoned her skirt and lowered her zipper slowly until she allowed the entire skirt to fall to her ankles. Her lacy panties matched her bra and she was wearing very sexy thigh high stockings. {Her heels were 2 and a half inches high, which is why she matched my height.} When she lifted a foot to remove her footwear, I stopped her.

“Leave the shoes, my pet. They excite me. Now, turn around slowly. I should like to see more of my new acquisition.”

With a blush, she slowly turned for me. Smiling over her shoulder, she ran the flat of her hand over the curve of her hip and onto the contour of her perfect ass. (My cock was beginning to stir.) When she was once again facing me, she stepped over and resumed her kneeling position beside me.

I cupped her cheek and she nuzzled it into my palm; closing her eyes as she did so.

“You are, simply the most stunning Pet I have ever encountered”, I said before rising to my feet. I stepped over to the bed and picked up the silk tee then moved to stand behind her kneeling form. Gently, I used it to blindfold my lovely pet. “I believe that blocking one sense can heighten the others.”

Taking her hand, I raised her to her feet and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. I took the opportunity to run my hands over the silky flesh of her shoulders before leaning down to kiss the nape of her neck. Goosebumps rose upon her flesh and she Anadolu Yakası Escort softly moaned as she sat, with perfect posture awaiting my next touch. That touch was the back of my fingers running softly down the front of her body, outlining her perfect breasts then moving down each side of her abdomen. The goosebumps grew more prominent. I then continued down the length of the firm, yet silken, flesh of her thighs.

I stated, in no uncertain terms; “Sir enjoys petting his kitten. He will always treat her with the loving touch she deserves.” Noticing the clasp at the front of the bra, I reached to unbuckle it. The cups flew back against the strain of the elastic. This revealed to me the treasure of her glorious 36-D breasts. Her nipples were hardened buttons against the dark pink background of areolas covered with goosebumps. I pinched them both… rather hard, and she gasped but did not protest.

Leaning over, I suckled, first one, then the other. When her hands rose to grasp my hair, I grabbed her wrists roughly. “Sir is not finished. Never interrupt him!” I pulled her to her feet, spun her around and with a hard push between her shoulder blades, she was face down on the bed. I moved around to pull her fully up onto it. She struggled until I brought the flat of my palm down squarely on her ass with a loud smack! “Settle down”, I commanded her.

She whimpered; “I’m sorry, Sir… I didn’t mean to…”

“SILENCE”, I roared. “We still must settle up for this afternoon’s…incident. You must be punished for your carelessness.”

With that, I grabbed one of my ties and fastened her left wrist to the headboard. Stepping around the bed, I tied the other hand. “Now, lift your hips!” She pulled her knees up, complying with my command, and I placed a large bolster pillow beneath them. With another slap to her derriere, her hips lowered upon it. Quickly I secured her ankles and stood back to look at the masterpiece that was, and is, Barbara Celeste.

My God! What beauty…what elegant curves…what a squirming, willing, alluring canvas for the strokes of my leather. And, with that thought in mind, I reached for my “spanking belt”. Two and a half inches wide, and made from supple calfskin, it is soft but not limp. Doubling it, I raised my arm and brought it down with a firm swing. The lacy panties absorbed too much sound to give me the full satisfaction of proper aural feedback. (Though; her squeal was delightful.)

“This will never do!” I grumbled as I stepped over to the bedside table. Rummaging through the drawer, I found my trusty folding knife. With a “click”, I extended the four-inch blade. She quivered at the touch of cold steel against her hip as I slipped the blade between the lace and her flesh… then I pulled. The slice was quick and the material sprang away. Crawling up on the bed, I did the same to the other side. Taking the waistband, I pulled them away and was again blessed with a magnificent sight.

Her ass was a vision of that which sculptors dream of re-creating. The perfect curvature from her spine, and the exquisite roundness, of her buttocks was making my cock harder by the second. To top this off, she was as cleanly shaven; as smooth as she was when she came into this world.

This was going to be faster than I hoped. My cock was raging against the pressure of my pants. I took a moment and stripped. Yanking my shirt open sent buttons flying across the room, not that I cared. I kicked off my shoes and socks and was down to my briefs in a flash so I could get back to the matters at hand.

I lifted the belt for another swing. This time, I got the auditory satisfaction I was looking for. A resounding *SMACK!* was the result of the swing.

My Pet yelped. “I’m sorry Sir. I’m sorry my car damaged yours.” *SMACK* “And, I’m sorry I interrupted your petting.” *SMACK* “Please, Sir…I truly am appalled at my actions.” *SMACK* She began to whimper as the red striped welts rose on her magnificent ass. *SMACK* Her whimper became a deep moaning. *SMACK*

Her musky scent rose to fill the air with her heightened lust. Glancing down, I could see that she was glistening with pent up passion. I put the belt down, removed my briefs and crawled up behind her. Reaching my arms under her hips, I wrapped them up and around her thighs.

My tongue lapped at the free-flowing result of her arousal. The tang of her juices made me start dry humping the bedding. I was completely lost to my passion, I couldn’t help myself. Kneading, and spreading her soft round cheeks, still quite warm from the belt, I began to fuck her with my tongue. In and out, I plunged into her depths…drinking her in. Her moans were growing louder in rhythm with the bobbing of my head. Her thighs were trembling but I held on tight. My cock was pressed between my belly and the mattress but I could feel the dampness that was leaking from it.

As the walls of her pussy began to quiver with her oncoming orgasm, I pulled back and removed my arms from beneath her. She let out a pleading whimper when I stopped.

Rising to my knees, I reached for the belt and let fly another salvo of lashes as I told her; *SMACK*”A Pet does not cum before her Master.” *SMACK*…*SMACK* “Is that understood?” *SMACK*

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The Side Job Ch. 01

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I was trolling the internet looking for someone to chat with. I prefer women but enjoy talking to guys about their wives if I can’t find any ladies to chat with. That’s how I met Dan and Amy. They are a married couple that, as it turns out, didn’t live too far from me. We chatted and flirted online for a few weeks, they would even send me pictures of Amy, some dressed, some in lingerie, some nude. They we’re just a year older than my 38 years. She looked great. Dirty blond hair, sexy green eyes, great ass…she had a sweet body, maybe a little chunky but certainly not fat. NICE C cup tits!!

I spent most of my daytime chat and text time with Amy since Dan worked. We talked about all kinds of stuff but always ended up chatting about sex. What we like, what we don’t like. At night Dan joined us. It was incredibly hot. We eventually decided we wanted to meet. We couldn’t meet at their house since their kids would ruin the mood and I had the same problem at home. Plus I was sure my wife would frown upon it as well. We decided to meet for coffee and see what happened. We settled on a place that was about halfway between our homes that had a secluded parking lot nearby.

I arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes after them. Amy was so pretty I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I tried not to stare as to come across as creepy. Our eyes would meet and we would look away. It seemed she was doing the same thing. I couldn’t tell you what we talked about. I had never done anything like this and was incredibly nervous. As we left the shop Amy kissed me on the cheek! This was the signal to Dan that she wanted to go further with me! The timing was perfect. It was just getting dark outside. We pulled into the secluded parking lot and I hopped into the backseat of their SUV. I was a little surprised to see Dan back there with Amy but I played along.

It was a bit awkward at first. I decided to make a move and Ümraniye Escort went in for a kiss, which she eagerly returned. I took her hand and laid it in my lap. She took the hint and began stroking my cock through my shorts. I slid my hand under her top and found no bra. She had clearly removed it as I saw it earlier. I loved her tits. They were firmer than I thought they would be. I had to see them…I needed to suck them. I broke our kiss and pulled her shirt over her head then popped a nipple into my mouth. Her moans just turned me on more. When I came back up to kiss her again I looked over at Dan. I had forgotten he was there. He was sitting there with his shorts around his ankles and his cock in his hand, stroking it. “Get in the front!” I whispered firmly with a head nod toward the front seat. He paused with a kind of dumb look on his face then slid his shorts up and got out before hopping into the driver’s seat.

I pushed at the waistband of Amy’s shorts and she lifted her hips up. I slid them off and admired her body. I was impressed. Great tits, nice shaved pussy, good shape. I slid my hand up her thigh and slipped a finger into her soaking pussy. She liked it!! She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. I heard Dan gasp from the front seat and I could hear him fapping as he watched us in the mirror. Amy tugged at my shirt then pulled it off. She ran her hands over my chest and moaned as I fingered her. Her hand was squeezing my cock through my shorts as she ground herself into my hand. Then she grabbed at my shorts to pull them down. I lifted my hips and pushed my shorts off as she took over fingering herself.

I positioned myself over her. Her head was in the corner of the seat by the window and I hovered slightly over her as we kissed. “Fuck me” she softly whispered into my ear. I grabbed her wrist and pushed it toward my cock. She grabbed it and guided me into her soaking İstanbul Escort snatch. She sighed as I slowly penetrated her. Her pussy was amazing. Not too tight, not too dry. Her nails in my back told me she enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed her. I think I groaned at the same time I heard her say, “Oh, fuck, baby!” I started humping her slowly. I wanted to enjoy this. I got into a nice, solid rhythm, not too hard or fast but firm enough to make a slapping sound as our crotches met. Her hot breath on my neck and her “uh, uh, uh” sounds as I fucked her was driving me insane!

I was pleased but a little surprised as her body tensed up and began to shiver. “Ooooooooo!! I’m cumming baby!!” she grunted in my ear. I held on and tried to maintain the steady pumping I had been giving her. As she came down I tried to keep up my fucking…I wanted to cum too!! She pushed me off. “I’m so sensitive after I cum! I’m sorry!” she said. I sat back into the seat and she nestled up to me and began kissing me again. She broke the kiss and slowly kissed down my body…my neck, my chest, my stomach. Her hand was cupping my balls as she worked her way down. She lifted my leg up so she was between my legs. Im not sure how she fit but she got in there. I noticed Dan had turned around and was watching from the front seat, jacking off no doubt. I didn’t care as her mouth glided down my shaft. She kept her eyes on mine as she slid down my cock. Her mouth felt great. I reached down to hold her head but she pushed my hand away. She slowly licked and sucked me, driving me crazy.

My cock slipped out of her mouth and she began kissing her way back up my body. She began to kiss me deeply and passionately as she straddled me. She reached down and grabbed my cock so she could guide me into her still soaked pussy. She slowly slid down until she had all of me inside her. She looked me in the eyes and slowly started grinding. Anadolu Yakası Escort Her pace quickened and her eyes closed as she enjoyed the ride. As her speed increased she began rising and falling on my shaft. I was clear by her breathing that she was close to cumming again. Sure enough she began to quiver. ‘No way’, I thought. I needed to cum. I grabbed her ass with both hands and fucked her a hard as I could from the bottom. This sent her over the edge. The car was full of the sounds of our bodies slapping together and her squeals of orgasm. I felt my balls begin to tighten and squeezed her ass even tighter. “Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed as I began to squirt my seed inside her. She did try to push off and said something about being sensitive but I wasn’t letting go until I was done.

As my body settled down I still held her to me tightly. I loved how her pussy felt on my cock. She started kissing my neck and my cheek. She began whispering in my ear, “I love your cock, baby. You feel so good inside me. I’ve never cum so hard”. She lifted slowly and let my cock slide out of her. It made a slapping sound when it landed on my stomach. She slid into the seat next to me and bent over so she could suck my cock again. She licked and slurped our combined juices off of me. This time I was able to hold her head down and thrust my semi hard cock into her mouth without her resistance. When I let go she lifted up and gave me a naughty, sexy smile. I knew she liked it!

We cuddled in the backseat for a while. Dan was starting to look annoyed as he watched us giggle and whisper to each other through the rear view mirror. Amy gathered our clothes off the floor and we slid our clothes on though we still sat together in the back for a little while longer kissing. I helped Amy out of the backseat and into the front. She was still a little wobbly and I just liked giving her the extra attention. I kissed her goodbye and she said, “I’ll be in touch” as she looked at me with those sexy eyes. I waved over to Dan. “See ya”. He waved back and put the car in reverse. I got into my car and smiled as I watched them drive off.

I had no idea this was the beginning of a wild sexual adventure!

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The Rekindling

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He lay there gently stroking his half hard cock basking in the warmth of the early summer sun as it shone a leaf dappled pattern on his nude body. A contented sigh broke from his lips as he thought about the last year or so that led up to this pleasant interlude. This favourite secluded spot in the garden hadn’t always been there. It was a recent creation in the former almost cookie cutter suburban back yard.

Back then he and his wife were leading almost separate existences dashing out the door each morning for the rush to the station hardly even having the time to talk about important things let alone chat about the minor occurrences of daily life.

It was on his forty fifth birthday on a cold December day when he opened the gift from his wife that the utter dreariness of their lives hit him like a freight train.

“A pair of comfortable slippers! had the excitement gone so far from their lives that a fucking pair of slippers was an acceptable birthday gift from his wife? Things are going to change.” He muttered.

He decided to call in and take to day off work then changed his mind. He was senior enough not to need to justify taking a day for himself. The suit he was half dressed in was taken off and hung up as he looked for some casual clothes. To his amazement there were none that fit.

As he passed the full length mirror he glanced at his naked body and wondered when he had last been nude for no particular reason. To his dismay he couldn’t think of a single occasion since he and his brother had gone skinny dipping as teens. There and then he vowed to stay naked the entire day. That would be a great start to the changes that had to happen.

He looked harder at his image and wasn’t too upset at what he saw. He was in decent shape for forty five, improvements could be made, but not bad. A little chest hair but certainly no rug, it seemed about right. The one thing that really rankled was the lack of tan lines.

“Hell how can you have tan lines on a lily white body?”

In the past he had liked a nice golden tan and now he determined that the lily white condition had to go. On impulse he picked up the phone book and thumbed through to the tanning salon section, picked one at random and dialed. The appointment was set for one fifteen that afternoon.

Too late he realized that he would have to break his vow to stay nude all day but came to the conclusion it was worth it but he could put off dressing until he left the house.

Relaxing on the tanning bed he started to list the changes he was going to make. He would get a bike for the trip to the station each day, he would get into better condition , build some muscle, get a nice tan, get more sex than of late.

“Hmm now that’s the best one yet.” he thought.

Arriving home with the nice glow that the tanning Kartal Escort session gave him he again started thinking of the future.

As he got out of the car he looked about the front yard and was dissatisfied that it looked so much like all the others in area and the idea came to him to start a landscape project. That would help get him in shape, start a new hobby and with some work could give him privacy.

Through the winter he had a number of tanning sessions where he planned the landscape project with the focus on privacy, by spring he knew just what was to happen to the property and by the end of the summer the yard was no longer a copy of the neighbours. Hedges were in place and trees firmly rooted giving a quiet private area out of sight of anyone.

As the summer progressed his wife was starting to notice the changes in him. He was getting the body back again that she fondly remembered, the flabby white tired man that she had shared a house with for too many years had become someone who gave her a little thrill to think about. She started to feel sexy again being around him.

It occurred to her one day that she had been seeing him without clothes more and more.

“Mmm he’s got quite a nice butt,” she was surprised to find herself thinking, “and its rather nicely tanned.”

The thought stayed with her all day and for the first time in many months she found herself getting aroused. It was a delicious feeling that had been missing too long she suddenly realized. This started her to wonder what had been missing in their lives. She was still feeling nicely aroused on the way home and decided to go shopping for some new clothes to suit her mood. Her usual tiredness had gone as she left the station headed toward the shops. She remembered seeing a shop on Main Street that might have something to fit her mood.

Wandering through the store picking up items and putting them down she was amazed at how sexy the clothes were. The assistant seemed to notice that she was having trouble selecting anything and came over to help.

Quickly the assistant put her at ease saying

“Don’t worry if he will find your clothes sexy. Get the ones that make you feel good. Men are turned on by women who show they feel sexy.”

“You have a great body, your boobs are a nice size and pretty firm but you have been covering up way too much, lets see what you look like in these.”

The drive home from the store went by in a moment as she thought excitedly about the new clothes and how they would impress her husband. It came as a bit of a shock to her how much she wanted to impress him after having thought so little about it for so long.

The thought came to her that they hadn’t had a good evening meal together at home in many months. The idea really seemed Pendik Escort to fit her mood but it was too late for elaborate preparations so she phoned an order into the best Chinese restaurant and retraced her drive to pick it up.

She set the table with her best table linen, placed candles and opened some wine then went to upstairs to put on some of the new clothes. She happened to glance out of the bedroom window and saw him working on his garden project. Her mouth opened in surprise as she saw he was naked and seemed very at ease working at clipping and weeding without a stitch on. It was clear that he was so involved in his new hobby that he hadn’t come in to get dressed before her arrival. She stood and watched for several minutes and her arousal came flooding back. As she reflected on this she began to feel that it seemed right for a man to be working with nature without the hindrance of clothes.

Remembering what the shop assistant had said she decided to put on the clothes she felt sexiest in. First the lacey black bra that was designed to lift and present her breasts, seeming to be almost two sizes smaller than her usual size.

“Very daring for a woman my age.” she thought.

Next came the black stockings that the assistant had said made her legs look so long and shapely followed by the briefest black panties she had ever owned. Nervously she wondered about covering up with a robe and tried on one that had seemed very daring last week only to see it ruined the effect. With a deep breath she ventured down the stairs to place the food, which had been warming, on the table.

She opened the door to the back yard and called “Honey, supper is ready.”

He was clearly alarmed that she was home and he was still naked in the yard. Putting on a brave face he entered the house as if he had no care for his nudity. His composure was shattered at the sight of his wife dressed like he hadn’t seen in years.

He simply stood, looking. She waited for a reaction still not sure what he would think of her attempts to be sexually attractive to him. Then she saw the true indication of his thoughts, he was rapidly becoming erect and not even attempting to hide it. He said not a word but stepped up to her and pulled her to him, his head tilting to kiss her. His hands dropped behind her and lifted her as his rock hard cock slipped between her thighs. She could feel her wetness soak through the tiny panties in a second.

After some minutes he set her back to the ground, held one hand, saying “Come with me.”

He didn’t lead her upstairs as she expected but opened the door to the back yard. They walked hand in hand across the yard she still in her new clothes and he nude till they came to the bench newly part of his garden project. He turned and sat in the bench Göztepe Escort as she faced him. He pulled aside the panties as she moved forward to straddle his legs. His cock was between them harder and stiffer than either could remember. She kneeled on the bench lowering herself on to him.

Her slick wetness and wide open lips drew him in fully in one movement. She uttered a long sigh of contentment and briefly held her position.

He groaned “Oh that is so good.”

She slowly began to rise and drop as she rode his cock. Gradually she sped up as an unbelievable heat of passion rose in her. Soon she was slamming her body at his. Neither was capable of coherent speech, all that could be heard was the moaning of their pleasure and liquid sounds of their sex.

Suddenly her breath was held as a deep shudder passed through her body, she was coming.

He was still hard and rocked forward so he could still push into her. He knew he couldn’t keep this up for long. He would soon come himself but she was at the edge of orgasm again. Still he thrust deep into her rocking faster and faster. She let out a deep deep moan as her pleasure peaked again. Her inner muscles grasped him in a tight ecstasy grip and brought him to his orgasm. His movement stopped as the feeling of his balls release sent him into a daze of satiation.

A single word passed his lips “Fuck.” said soft and low.

She leaned onto him her sweat dampened hair brushing his shoulder as she regained her regular breathing. Still locked they sat quiet for a period. His gradually softening cock slowly retreating from her pussy, the lips still engorged. Their reverie was eventually interrupted by the cramping of her legs obliging them to separate. She turned to sit across his lap as they still held each other in the warm afterglow.

Eventually he murmured “Now that’s why I have been working here in the yard.”

“Hmmm,” she responded, “I think the food will be cold by now but I really don’t give a shit.”

They slowly walked back to the house again hand in hand not needing to say anything at all. She could feel their combined juices on her thighs and found she liked it as a perfect natural after sensation of their love making.

In the house he poured the wine as she served the now cool food as they were content to stayas they were, she in her new clothes and he nude.

Later that evening he gently unhooked her bra and slipped off her panties and stockings, holding them to his face saying “Please don’t ever use these again unless I ask.”

“I don’t think I’ll need them for a long time.” she responded.

That night brought about a big change in their lives. The love and passion had been rekindled, made more so by her finding that she also enjoyed the openness of nudity making her feel sensuous and prepared for arousal. Their new found sexuality could be expressed in a new relaxed manner.

Coming back to the present he lay back, eyes closed, his hand still gently stroking until he felt her fingers softly take his away and he became fully hard in her tender grip.

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The Reunion

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It was going to be a great reunion. Sally, one of the gals from our old sorority thought it might be fun if we could get a group of our old sorority members together for a few days for rehashing some old times and find out what each had been doing since graduation and just plain have some fun. She had done some investigating about places to hold it and things to do in each area. It looked as if one of the huge old Victorian houses in East Hampton out on the end of Long Island NY would suit our needs perfectly.

She had queried all of the girls in the sorority and found that seventeen were anxious to participate. She came back to me saying, “Cathie, this thing is getting larger by the day. With a crowd this large it would mean we would need TWO houses; hopefully close to one another.”

She got on the Internet and hit a gold mine. Two oceanfront houses, each having six bedrooms, were available for the four days we wanted and they were adjacent to one another. WOW, couldn’t be better. Twelve bedrooms would mean a couple of gals would have to double up but she was sure that wouldn’t be a problem. With the large number in our party to share the costs it wasn’t going to be bad at all for each of us.

As time went on and the date got closer, Sally started hearing rumblings from a few of the gals about the possibility of bringing their husbands/boyfriends. Shit that would ruin it. Sally put out a questionnaire about it and got overwhelming responses saying…NO WAY. It was to be girls’ time out or we could forget them. The few that asked about male companionship agreed to stay with the crowd sans date.

Somehow Sally got roped into organizing the thing and it was a humongous job. Some gals would be flying into a small private airfield and they needed to be picked up. Others would be taking a train almost all the way out the Island and would then need transportation to the houses. The rest were driving themselves. The pantries had to be stocked as well as the liquor cabinets. The houses came with all the bedding/towels paraphernalia we would need and we quickly took advantage of the maid service available to clean up after us at the end of our rental. It was a small price to pay for not having to worry about that crap. I chipped in with as much as I could help her and she was able to get one of the other gals to also pitch in so one way or the other we got the thing arranged.

Enough about all of that stuff. The time was upon us and Sally and I arrived at what were to be our homes away from home for the next four days. The places were PERFECT. Beautiful decks with stairways leading down over the dunes to the waters edge. The decks were a good 20 feet higher than the edge of the water so no one walking along it could see anyone sitting on one of our deck chairs. The privacy was outstanding. It was mid August, the temperature was in the high eighties and the water was just right for swimming. We were going to have a ball.

The rest of the crowd drifted in almost right up to supper. Sally and I thought that a sort of clambake would be the right way to start off the vacation. We had stopped at the local fish market and picked up two dozen lobsters. Each was about a pound and a half and we got a terrific deal on the price since we bought so many. We also picked up a couple of dozen ears of corn, a few extra cases of beer and a few more gallon jugs of wine. Topped it all off with a few pounds of potato and macaroni salad and we were ready for the feast. I know, I know, gallon jugs with their screw tops don’t make for a nice wine but Sally and I figured the girls would be drinking so much that after the first glass they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between fine wine and soda water. We were right The night was wonderful. We planned to be able to sit down for the clambake around 8 PM. Each house had big gas barbecues with side burners. The kitchen in each house was huge to be able to accommodate the number of people normally staying in a house with six bedrooms. Some of the girls were in their bathing suits within minutes after arriving. They lived all over the country and a good few hadn’t seen the ocean since leaving the East Coast. Each of the houses came furnished with small plastic surfboards…not the big professional ones but more like those you see younger kids riding. They were perfect. The girls, women, are all in their late twenties, were like kids. Diving under and coming up under a board and flipping it with the rider getting tossed was the big thing.

Each of the houses had outdoor showers aimed at keeping a ton of sand out of the house. The showers were in little small wooden cubicles at the top of the stairs and off to the side of the deck. Our girls, showing no sign of embarrassment, would strip off their bathing suits in the cubicle, shower and then come out of the showers nude to dry off outside and then get dressed on the deck. It certainly wasn’t like any of the beaches on the Jersey shore. It was a good thing that was true because a few of our girls, me Maltepe Escort included, once they saw how isolated the homes were, stripped nude and were lounging around the decks bound and determined to get an all around tan before returning home. Damn, we had some gals with outstanding bodies.

Sally still seemed to be in charge of the whole thing and that was fine with everyone. She did lay down the law about anyone going in the water after drinking. All she said was the rest of us are too drunk to pull you out if you get a cramp so wait until tomorrow before going in again.

Some of the girls weren’t drinking and started to show a theatrical pout saying, “Sally, we were hoping to go skinny dipping after din-din.”

“Go, but remember, I damn sure am not going in after you.” She literally shouted at them.

We had all the food ready for the tables around 7:45 and by the time we rounded everyone up it was right on time – 8 PM on the dot. The cook-out was going great. There were going to be enough lobsters left over that we would be able to pick them clean for a fantastic lobster salad for the next day’s lunch.

About half way through the dinner Sally called me over to say she wasn’t sure we had enough wine. Some of the girls were going through it at an alarming rate. Great, they could change to whisky when the wine was finished.

Around 9 PM three or four gals went down to the waters edge, stripped and in they went. One thing about being near the ocean, it may have been hotter than hell during the day but it can get quite chilly after the sun goes down. That was the case tonight. The gals were warm enough when they were in the water but when they came out of it you could hear teeth chattering. They grabbed their clothes and flip-flops and made a dash for the stairs up to the deck.

Sally had started cozy little fires in small fire pots at the each end of the deck. They not only provided an amazing amount of heat but also a cozy flickering light from the flames inside of them. Our nude bathers huddled around the fires for a few minutes after showering and quickly got some clothes on and we all sat there enjoying the evening. The wine was still holding out because a good few gals had switched to hard stuff.

I walked to the end of the deck and could see up and down the beach in the moonlight and there wasn’t another soul to be seen. I was going to be staying at the house next door and I suggested that I would go over and make sure everything was going to be OK for the night. Jenny said that she thought she had had enough to drink and would go over with me. We were able to just walk out the front door of the house we were in and walk a hundred feet to next door. It wasn’t long before we were out on the deck of the other house looking back at the crowd where the clambake was held. I told Jenny I would just sit here for a little while before sacking out and she could go back if she wanted to. She answered that she would just as soon stay there with me. Dialogue would have been better here…

There were a few bottles of booze at this place also and I went inside and poured a bourbon and water for each of us. We sat sipping our drinks and just enjoying the atmosphere when Jenny dropped a bombshell.

She was more than a little drunk from the wine and bourbon when she blurted out, “Cathie, all the time we were in school I was envious of your body. You always dressed so neat but covered yourself completely. My mind used to go crazy wondering what was underneath all of those clothes. Tonight I found out. When you stripped to go skinny-dipping I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your tits are magnificent…. large but firm. You really do have the body of a model. Large breasts and a tiny waist. Damn, I wish I had it.”

The way she was talking I was beginning to get the feeling she would like to bury her face between my tits and perhaps a little lower as well.

“Jenny, my tits aren’t that firm. Reach over and feel for yourself.” I offered.

She was off her deck chair and kneeling beside me almost before I had those words out. She reached out with a hand and placed it under my breast sort of cradling it.

“Jen, give it a little squeeze and you will see it isn’t as firm as you were thinking.”

I then felt her soft tender fingers doing a little more than just squeezing me lightly. They were softly caressing my tit.

“Cath, would you mind terribly if I kissed your breast?”

“Not at all Jen. But don’t just kiss one…the other would feel jealous.” I joked.

Her lips were soon fondling my nipple while her hand was stroking my other breast. I quickly had a hand behind her head putting a slight pressure to keep her right there. It felt great.

Her activity on my breasts was really turning me on. I let my other hand fall down to my crotch and soon had it inside of my shorts and working my clit fast and furiously. Wow, her mouth and my hand were quite the duo. By then I was moaning a little.

I had taken my hand up and out Ümraniye Escort of my shorts and unbuttoned them. I was squirming my ass around getting them down and off me when I felt her hand lightly touching my clit.

Damn, Jen was a lesbian!

“Jen, pull my shorts all the way off so you will have an easier time getting your face in me.”

She lifted her mouth from my tit and looked at me saying, “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes honey. Do me now.”

She moved from my breasts and kissed and licked my stomach all the way to my clit. She would kiss a spot on my stomach and then lick that very same spot for a minute before moving down just a little more. She soon had her hand parting my pussy lips making room for her mouth and it wasn’t long before she was sucking on the hood of my clit and had a couple of fingers buried inside of me. She sure knew how to eat pussy.

I was a little nervous out there on the deck with another fifteen gals clowning around on the deck of the house next door. Fortunately, the homes weren’t very close together so we were safe from anyone over there seeing or hearing us. Great, because I could feel that old familiar feeling starting deep inside of me. It was getting so intense I was soon biting on the edge of my hand trying to stifle the noise I knew would soon be coming out of me.

Damn she was tender.

By now she had her face buried deep inside of me and had a couple of her fingers inserted in my pussy along side of her tongue working my clit. She would let her tongue ride up one side of my clit and then down the other only to repeat the whole maneuver over and over. She then put a couple of her fingers back to my ass and was gently massaging the ruby red lips of my asshole. That was all it took. I took my free hand and pulled her face even deeper inside of my pussy as the orgasm overcame me. My heart rate must have been through the roof and I know my breaths were coming a mile a minute. As soon as she felt the peak of my orgasm had passed she started to lick up my pussy lips and also down on the cheeks of my ass. My love juices along with her saliva were all over my body. We then both just lay there coming down from the high.

Out of the darkness came, “Jen, I want you to do me next!”

God, it was Rosalind (Roz) and she was standing right next to us and had reached down and was stroking the top of Jen’s head.

I jumped in with, “Roz, leave it be. Jen was just doing me a favor.”

“Bullshit, I am hotter than a pistol watching her do you and I need some relief and need it now,” mouthed Roz.

Jen responded with, “Roz, C’mon give me a break. So now you know I am a lesbian but that shouldn’t mean I have to do the whole sorority.”

Roz wasn’t having any of Jen’s excuses and leaned over and took her by the hand and led her over to one of the other deck chairs. She had her other arm around Jen and as soon as they got to the chair Roz stopped and pulled off her own shorts and sat down.

“Jen, you can kneel on my pants if it will help your knees.”

I was still coming down from my own orgasm and wasn’t paying real close attention to what was happening with them but I could see that Jen had her head buried in Roz’s crotch and Roz’s moans were already starting. I could hear Jen’s slurping and Roz soon had her feet up in the air and was pulling her legs apart to give Jen freer access to her pussy. All of a sudden she had brought her heels back down on the bed and was throwing her hips in the air. It was obvious Jen was having some difficulty keeping her face where she wanted it. Roz was in the midst of an orgasm and it looked as if it was a wild one.

“Geez, Jen…keep going. I never want this feeling to end,” moaned Roz.

That seemed to turn Jen on even more for I could see she was now flailing her head from side to side and I could just imagine her tongue was also flailing away on Roz’s clit. The level of moaning actually increased in intensity and this was after Roz had had her orgasm. Was she going for two?

It appeared that Roz, and Jen, were each enjoying themselves immensely so I got up and went inside to a bedroom I picked out having one bed. I wasn’t going to have a roommate.

The next morning the sound of bacon frying and eggs sizzling and the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee awakened me. The crowd had migrated from the other house over to the deck of the one I was in and had pretty much commandeered the deck’s little snack tables as well as a huge round table with a wonderful sun awning. Roz and Jen were each there and surprisingly at the same table. They each gave me a warm ‘Good morning” as if nothing had happened the night before.

Once again, Sally rose to the occasion and jumped up on a deck chair to get everyone’s attention.

“Guys, there are a ton of things available to do today. Within ten miles of where we are sitting are some vary fancy sailboats with good looking Captains and mates just waiting to take a bunch of lovelies such as us on İstanbul Escort their boats to enjoy a day under sail. I called the Harbormaster earlier and we will need to let him know how many of us would like to be involved with this activity. For those of you not wanting to go sailing there are a number of smaller boats you can take out without a Captain as long as you can demonstrate some level of nautical competency. And for those not wanting to do either there is a quaint little town about twenty miles back down the road with a few very nice shopping emporiums. And if all of that isn’t enough, there is a wonderful body of water called the Atlantic Ocean at our doorstep beckoning for some to jump in and enjoy themselves.”

That was it. I opted for the sailing, as did eight others. We were going to split up on three boats and would be gone for most of the day. The chartering outfit took care of arranging lunches and liquid refreshments. I had done a good bit of sailing and knew the day was going to be perfect. The wind was out of the South, which meant we would be able to go out of Gardiners Bay and all the way out to Block Island without a lot of moving sails from one side of the boat to the other. Roz and Ruth would be on the same boat as me and I was a little curious to see if Roz acknowledged our activities with Jen from the previous evening.

We had Captain Tom and his mate Frank responsible for showing us a good time. Tom was about thirty-five and Frank in his very late twenties. Both had the kinds of tan we had hoped to have by the time the vacation was over. Capt. Tom asked who wanted any seasick pills/patches and both Roz and Ruth took them. I was doubtful they would work quickly enough for I could see Frank was getting ready to cast off and I knew we would be under sail in a very short time. We motored out of the harbor and then unfurled the sails and the boat took off as if she were a thorobred racehorse and had just been given a free rein. We were flying in an instant with the boat heeled over a good bit. Roz was howling with enjoyment and Ruth was just sitting there with a very put-on smile. She wasn’t feeling well but she wasn’t about to spoil everyone’s fun.

Capt. Tom slacked off the sails a bit and the boat settled to an even keel and it was glorious. Frank went below to pour glasses of wine which Roz and I grabbed. I won’t bore you with the details of the sail other than to suffice it to say we were soon pulling into the big harbor on Block Island.

It is a large harbor and it wasn’t long before we had the anchor down and were calling on the ship-to-shore for the launch to take us ashore. It makes its rounds of the harbor every so often and we would be picked up on its next loop. It was lunchtime and even though we had sandwiches aboard Roz and I asked where we could get some decent clams. Capt. Tom said he knew the prefect place and led the way. Ruth wasn’t looking all that great and said she hadn’t gotten her land legs yet. Frank stayed with her and said they wouldn’t be joining us for the clams. Clams weren’t high on Ruth’s fun things to eat at that moment.

Roz and I gorged ourselves on clams and a pitcher or two of beer. Tom wasn’t drinking since he was a licensed Captain and couldn’t drink while responsible for paying passengers. No problem, Roz and I did enough for all of us. Tom excused himself for a few minutes as he went over and chatted with another boat crew and that gave Roz and I some free time alone to chat about the previous night.

She started it with, “Damn, Jen really did a number on me last night. I don’t think I ever remember having my pussy eaten so well and having an orgasm so huge.”

“I know, she had her face so far up my pussy I thought it was going to come out my ass.” I replied.

Tom was on the way back to our table and Roz finished our chat with, “Well, if I don’t find anything else this trip she will be doing me again before this vacation is over. You can bet on that.”

We walked back to the docks and flagged down the launch to get us back out to the boat. As we lay against it so we could transfer over we heard a moan. Roz jumped across first and fast and went below immediately only to come out with the old cornball line of, “Well, well, when the cat’s away the mice will play.”

By then Tom and I were also aboard and the launch took off. As I stood in the companionway hatch looking below there they were on the berth in the main salon. Frank still had a half hard on and Ruth’s pussy was dripping with Franks love juices running out of her. She was so embarrassed she covered her face never mind her pussy. Roz, Tom and I went back out to the cockpit (an appropriate word I would say) to let them get cleaned up and decent.

When they finally emerged from the cabin, Tom suggested we radio the launch to swing by and pick them up. They could have lunch at one of the dockside restaurants. The launch was there in a few minutes and off they went.

Tom, Roz and I were sitting out in the cockpit under a sun awning they had erected when Roz got up and went below. A few minutes went by and I looked up and she was standing on the steps in the main companionway looking out at us stark naked, “Capt. one of your passengers needs some attention.” She said very coyly.

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The Russian Wife Ch. 05

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In the eighties, in Russia, there was no honeymoon trips for “Just married” couples. Or at least, they were just starting to become usual. “Svàdebnoe puteshèvstvie”, this was he Russian term. My man would have liked to go home with me for a while, to Florence, but he could not leave his work place for a long period, and not even I could get a passport and a visa so easily. So we had decided to make our “mistery ride” to Leningrad (confidentially: “Pìter”) and back, on what had become a real, unofficial “train of love”.

Some people, especially young, unmarried couples, took that train and went back and forth between our two “capitals”, and so they had a discreet, although not always comfortable place to do what they intended to do, however. And nobody, not even the KGB, seriously intruded in it. Let alone tried to repress it.

So we went to the ticket boot with our passports (that’s the rule, still now, in Russia) and get our tickets. My man had a business visa, valid for the whole USSR, and the lady in the ticket boot understood very well why we asked two tickets to go and back. We were neither the first nor the last… But there was a lot of people in line, so she did not said a word: just looked at us with a “you-don’t-fool-me” smile…

Maybe because she had more time, maybe because she was elder, the lady who controlled the ticket near the train was a bit more intrusive. She asked us, whether we were married. My man said yes…

“A spràvka yèst?” she asked. She wanted to see a documental proof. I hesited to show my passport with the annotation of our marriage (on Italian passports this is not possible), but my man had a certificate, and he showed it to her without problems.

The lady seemed satisfied. He gave back the paper with a slight smile.

“Svàdebnoe puteshèvstvie…” she snorted. She knew we would have been back the morning after, it was on the tickets… quite a short trip…

“Màlo vrèmeni” answered my man, shrugging. Few time… The lady smiled wider. She too appreciated a foreigner who spoke Russian, with not so much accent…

“Posdravlyàyu…” she said, inviting us with a wipe of her hand to climb on the wagon, as if she was inviting us at her home. We thanked her for the wishes and climbed.

“A bit curious, that “bàbka”…” my man said. “Bàbka” was the colloquial term for a “no more joung” lady… but not yet a “bàbushka”…

“It was nothing.” I snorted. “She was worried that you were corrupting me, maybe…”

“Corrupting you?”

“Yes! She knows the custom, that is, that young people use this train for making love. And likely she closes her eyes about it: she too has been young. But she has seen you, a foreigner, and me, a poor, young, naïve Russian girl… So she has thought you were getting me to make love with you on this train, that is, you were taking advantage of me, of my naivety, of me weaknesses… And she was galled about it, maybe. This train is even HER train, after all, she is responsible of what happens on it… But when she has seen that we are “mush I jenà” already, well, then… “Vsyò v poryàdke”, all in order! We can go with God!”

“Yes, it can be!” my man Anadolu Yakası Escort laughed. “What do you think she would have done, if we had not been married?”

“I don’t know. It depends on the limits of her zeal… And I ignore them… Maybe she would have let us pass all the same, but not with her best wishes, as she has done… Maybe with a very unfriendly glance, for both, especially for you… Or maybe she would have called the police, and they would have ascertained if we were going to make love for love, or for money…”

“Or for a pair of jeans…” my man said. I nodded, snorting.

“Or for a pair or jeans…”

We reach our compartment. My man said it was not so different from that of an old Italian train. Not new at all, spartan, a bit run down, but the bedcloths were clean. And that was the matter.

We were perfectly conscious that we would have not seen “Piter”, except what could be seen from the railway and from the station, if not just from the train. We would have visited it another time. We were not there for tourism… Or maybe yes. “Experiential tourism”, so to say…

We shut the door of the compartment, set up or light luggage and then we were facing each other. My man caressed my cheeks.

“Do you want to do it now?”

“I’m a bit hungry…” I said.

We ate what we had carried with us for dinner. Something like picnic food, but we ate it looking at each other, as if we were at a romantic restaurant, not necessarily in Russia. And the noise of the weels of the train did not disturb us at all. For all I care, it sure was not an orchestra with violins and tenors, but it was fine all the same: something like classic jazz (not be-bop, for God’s sake!), played very slow, very quiet… rhythms who were talking to our insides, surely to mine… We know what we were going to do…

And surely somewhere in the wagon, someone was doing it already. Moans and little cries of a woman, clearly not averse to what his man was doing to her…

My man smiled, and me too…

“Poyèkhali?” he said.

“Poyèkhali!” I said. As Gagarin said when they launched him in the space. Let’s go!

We put away the remains of our meal and hugged each other, starting the undressing sequence we knew so well… No need for words, no need for music… He wanted to take me, and I wanted to be taken, seized, penetrated by him… My sex was already dilated to the maximum depth, my juice was outpouring on my panties when he pushed them down my legs.

He bent for get them before they reached the dusty pavement of the compartment, and I raised a legs and then the other to allow him to take them. He sniffed them, and smiled.

“Gorgeous smell!” he said. He knows it was my own smell, from my sex, from my moist… And it was abundant…

“”Tam Rossìya pàknet”!” I answered, smiling. It was a verse of a famous poem. “It’s the smell of Russia”, more or less…

He snorted, dropped my panties on a seat and hugged me again, keeping undressing me, touching me… I felt myself in his hands, my moans became almost pleading, childish, something like “please don’t hurt me”… I knew he would have never Bostancı Escort done it, unless I asked him to be stronger, but when he caressed my sex, my vulva, I felt so weak, unable to defend myself, at his own mercy… It was the pleasure he gave me, the feeling I could not stop him, not even if I wanted it… He was so delicate, but I felt his strength, just on his fingertips, against my flesh… He could do to me what he wanted, how he wanted, at the speed and with the violence he wanted…

“You know what day is today?” he whispered in my ear.

“It’s you birthday, I know…” I told him. He had told me not to buy any gift. He would have asked…

“Now, I would like to ask you something, as a gift…”

“What?” I smiled. It would have been something kinky and sexy, it was clear.

“Put yourself on all four…”

I came back instantly on the planet Earth. This was TOO MUCH “kinky and sexy” for me!

“You know I don’t like it! It’s beasty!”

“But it’s my birthday!”

I looked at him and shook my head, smiling. Maybe he could have forced me to do it, without raping me, just making me come with his fingers, making me weaker than I was already, and then overcoming my soft refusals… But maybe he was afraid he would have hurt me, if he did that way. So he was ASKING me that, like a child… It’s my birthday, mom, please, give me that…

“”Nu làdna”!” I said: okay, so let it be… He hugged me again, caressing me everywhere, kissing me, and I was ready to do all he wanted, again…

“Now…” he said. I bent, offering him my back, but before he was too close, I looked at him.

“Not in my…”

“Oh! Of course, by Jove, no!” he said. He had got what I meant: not in my ass. I would have felt fear, pain, shame and disgust… His sex was made for fill my belly, to swim in my moist, to make me feel dominated and happy to be, but not to rummage in my…

“Oh!” I said, when he got into me. Better: I said “Oooohhh”… It was better than usual… It seemed to me quite longer, bigger, harder… Of course, it was more or less the same, but my sex was quite shorter, tighter, due to the position, I thought… And I thought he knew that all too well… “Dèlo tèkniki”, a matter of technics, another lesson I was happy to learn… From behind is not beasty, it’s good… Provided it is in the right hole, and it was… His sex inside, his warm, strong hands on my hips… I felt as a mare mounted by a stud: slowly, firmly…

He bent a bit over me and started caressing my belly, then down between my legs… He knew how and where to be strong, or delicate… he started to caress my pubes, my thighs, my sex… he was dilating me from behind, and touching me, sweetly torturing me in front… his fingers were playing with my clitoris, with my nymphs, and my moist kept outpouring from me, greasing his fingertips, his hand…

I was moaning, pushing my back against his belly, offering myself to his blows, totally in his hands, at his mercy… It was so good to be boned that way, by such a man, such a male… Another one in his shoes (so to say) would have taken the chance to sodomize me, maybe, likely. Erenköy Escort But I was sure: he would have never done it… so I could abandon myself in his hands even more…

“Silnèie?” he asked.

“Chut-chut silnèie!” I decided: just a bit stronger… He increased slowly the rhythm and the depth of his blows. And it was fine, really fine… True love and good sex, who can ask for anything more?

I started fancying. He was he, but not exactly he… His body, his sex, but different… A bandit, yes, a “krutòi pàren”, a “though guy” who does not dance… or a sultan, a “khan” from the steppes… and I a victim, no, a concubine who enjoyed to belong to him, even knowing to be just warm flesh, for him… a shoe for his feet, a scabbard for his sword…

And it was quite easy, because now he was really possessing me, imposingly, shaking me all, very strong… “trakhàt”, in the real meaning of the word… And I did not see his face, so I could figure whatever face, whatever expression on it… the face of an invader, of a cruel winner… Maybe he could do it so strong because he didn’t have to use his force for not to weigh on me, for hovering above me… so he was using all his power, just for pounding into me… And it was wonderful!

Yes! I was not a concubine whatsoever, and he was not a khan whatsoever… He was Suleiman, the greatest sultan of Ottoman history, and I was his wife, Rossellana… A Russian girl, kidnapped in the south of Russia, then sold in Turkey as a slave, who became first a concubine and then the most loved wife of the sultan… Yes, I was her… and he was him… Strong, hard, when it took, but even wise, faithful to his friends and to his love… And male, male, male… Oh, SO male!!!

I “finished”, shouting and moaning, but I did not feel him coming into me. So I let him keep pounding me, slower… but at a certain point, I felt something exploring me in the “wrong” hole: his sex was still where it had to be, so I realize: it was his finger! I shouted, but it was not so painful. His finger was lubricated by my own moisture, and he did not push it too hard. Then I looked at him, almost laughing.

“Posòrit vsyù Evròpu, ktò pàlzem lèzit v jòpu!” I told him. A quite popular joke. You dishonor the whole Europe, if you go with your finger in the…

“And who the heck gives a damn about Europe?” he said. I shouted again when he fully penetrated me, but compared with what I was feeling in my belly, occupied and roamed by his sex, it was just a tickle. So I just “pretended” to shout, and he knew he was not hurting me… And he kept pounding, from both sides, but with two fingers. It was not so bad, after all. He was just possessing me, I belonged to him, front and rear… And I liked it!

But hey, he did it without my permission! So he had to be punished, at least symbolically, with a bit of sense of guilt…

“You are a monster!” I grunted, between a moan and the next.

“Yes! A monster with two… Hm?” he said. When I realized what those “two hm” were, I burst out laughing: two sexes, two “dicks”!

“Really a monster!” I cried, always laughing. And he laughed too…

We kept making sex until the morning, and I mean it: not one of us slept, that night. Given some conditions (a REAL compartment, first of all), its’s not so bad to do it on a train. Uncomfortable, a bit wild, if you wish, but… “Kak mòlodi my byli”… yes… how young we were…

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