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Janet Cameron switched off the lights and walked out the front door of Carole’s Cut ‘N’ Curl hair salon, pausing to lock it behind her. Another day’s useless energy spent, she thought glumly as she began to make her way to her car across the parking lot of the seedy strip mall. The fading twilight increased her wariness: gang thugs, wild-eyed crackheads and other forms of human flotsam took possession of the area after dark. Her eyes flitted nervously from one lengthening shadow to another and she tightened her grip on the little can of pepper spray at the end of her key chain. It seemed an absurdly feeble self-defense weapon. Janet reached her car and hastily got behind the wheel of the worn-out ’88 Taurus, managing to start the engine on the third try. She exited the lot, heading west on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd.

I guess I have to stop at Sav-A-Lot to get some groceries. Shit…. she thought, rolling her eyes as she flipped on the right turn signal.

Janet’s mind replayed the dramatic events of the day as she wearily pushed the noisy cart up and down the aisles: she’d finally had the big showdown with her boss, Carole Steinberg. The tension between them had been building for a long time. Janet knew that Carole had taken an instant dislike to her when she went to work at the salon 4 years before, and the feeling was mutual. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried to please, nothing she did was quite good enough. She would glance up at the mirror while styling a lady’s hair to see Carole standing behind her, arms crossed, a pickle-sucking expression on her ugly face. Or she’d kvetch about there being too much hair around Janet’s chair. Or that her section of the counter was untidy – all in that nasal Brooklyn whine that had the same effect on Janet as nails on a blackboard. Needing the job, she’d held her tongue through all the nitpicking and petty carping.

Until this morning. Janet had rushed through the door breathlessly.

“I’m sorry, Carole,” she said, putting her purse down. “I-“

“You’re late,” Carole interrupted coldly.

“Yes. I’m really sorry. I won’t make any lame excuse – I just overslept…”

“Twenty three and a half minutes late, to be precise.”

“Well, I -“

“You know, Janet, I’m afraid I really don’t understand your attitude. After all, I somehow managed to get here on time.”

“I’ve never done it before, and I promise it won’t happen again…”

Carole continued with her infuriating tone of exaggerated patience, as if she were talking to an idiot child. “And as you can see, Marcy & Paula showed up at the correct hour as well.” They avoided Janet’s gaze, embarrassed for her.

“Carole, please…” Her neck was turning a bright crimson, like mercury rising in a thermometer on a Baghdad afternoon.

“So do enlighten us: Have you hit the lottery? Or maybe you’ve discovered that you’re a princess who no longer has to find the strength to drag her lazy ass outta bed like the rest of us, hmm?”

“YOU FUCKING CUNT!!” Janet screamed, exploding like Vesuvius. “I’VE TAKEN ALL THE SHIT FROM YOU I’M GONNA TAKE!!”

Carole’s involuntarily took 2 steps backward and her eyes bugged – as did those of Marcy & Paula.

“Y-You can’t talk to me like th-“

“I’ll talk to you any motherfuckin’ way I please, bitch, and make you like it!! I’ve put up with your bullying for 4 long years because I need to keep a roof over our heads, but you’ve treated me like dirt for the last time!! ,” she roared, thrusting her white-knuckled fist within inches of Carole’s ashen face.

“Now loo-“

“Shut your goddamn mouth before I wipe the floor with you!!” Carole quailed, terrified.

“When I think of all I’ve done for you, of all the long hours I’ve stood on aching feet…” she shook her head and gritted her teeth. “And for what? Insults and chump change!” Janet thundered on, years of stored-up venom bursting forth. “You’ve always hated me because you’re jealous! You know damn well that you owe most of your business to me! Those are MY customers! And you can’t fuckin’ stand that – can you? CAN YOU?!”

“J-Jan..”

“Get this through your nappy, henna-rinsed head, you fat sow: I don’t need you. You need me! My customers are loyal – they’ll follow me wherever the hell I go! So for all I care, you can shove this shithole up that saggy cottage cheese butt!!” Janet had a maniacally triumphant grin on her face as she snatched up her purse and stormed out…

But of course she didn’t go very far. Oh, she’d intended to make a clean break right then and there, but Marcy & Paula had shaken themselves out of their open-mouthed stupor to chase after her. They calmed her down enough to guide her into the coffee shop at the other end of the strip mall. Once seated, they began cajoling her:

“Of course you were absolutely right to tell the mean ol’ bitch off – no doubt about it!” Paula said soothingly, patting her hand. “Who the hell does she think she is anyway, talking down to you like that?! You did what sex hikayeleri we’ve fantasized about doing for years – only we don’t have your guts!” she said with a laugh, eliciting a slight smile from Janet. “Right, Marce?”

“Oh yeah! She deserved every word and more! You told the hag off but good, sweetie – the look on her face was priceless!”

Paula nodded, then leaned forward and spoke in quieter voice. “But you shouldn’t be too hasty about quitting, hon, you really shouldn’t. We know you’re in a tight spot financially right now and -“

Janet flared. “Tight spot or not, there’s no friggin’ way I’m gonna go back to that cow with my tail between my legs and beg -“

“No, no – God forbid!” Paula said hastily. “It never entered my mind! There’ll be no begging at all. You think we’d advise a good friend like you to shame herself?” she waved her hand dismissively as Marcy shook her head. “Look, she’s had a few minutes to cool off now and see the error of her ways. She knows she was in the wrong – and more importantly, she knows you were right about the customers! You’re the golden goose, sugar. She don’t wanna fire YOU! Just wait here while we go talk to her for a minute, and things’ll be much better than before, I guarantee it…”

And the girls did smooth things over enough for her to hang on to her job – but Janet knew that it was only a makeshift bandage on a gaping wound. She had seen the vengeful way Carole dealt with longtime suppliers who dared to refuse her imperious demands even once. The hated employee who’d insulted her so gravely in front of witnesses could hardly expect better treatment.

There’s no telling what revenge the evil old bag’s cookin’ up for me right now…. Janet thought grimly, as the bored, pimply-faced boy bagged her items…

It was nearly 7:00 when she finally got home, exhausted. “Vince! I’m home! Come put away these gro-,” she stopped abruptly when she saw the small mess in the living room: empty soda cans, a potato chip bag and a crumpled candy wrapper were strewn on the coffee table; chip bits were sprinkled on the couch and the rug. At any other time, Janet would’ve just let out a sigh of exasperation at teen sloppiness – but this was the wrong day for it.

“Hi,” her 19 year-old son Vincent said as he came downstairs. “Damn – it’s late. She must’ve made you close up again -“

“What the hell do you call this?!” she shouted, stabbing a finger at the debris.

Vince was taken aback at the suddeness of her fury. “Oh. Well, um, when I got home, there was nothin’ to make for dinner, so I grabbed a snack…”

“And spread it all over the damn room! You filthy hog!”

“Look, I was getting ready to clean it up when you walked in…” Vince flared.

“Oh, I bet you were! Just like you always do, right?” Janet snarled. “You might as well clean this up while you’re at it!” She furiously threw the grocery bag against the wall. Food flew in all directions; a carton of eggs splattered, running down the wall behind the couch.

“What the shit’re you doing?!” Vince shouted as he quickly pulled the couch away and snatched up the ripped bag to try to catch some of the eggs before they hit the carpet. “You gone crazy?!”

Janet looked at the terrible mess she’d made for no good reason. She burst out crying and ran into the kitchen.

“Mom! Hey – oh, for chrissake!” Vince exclaimed as the egg yolks began to soak through the paper.

Janet quickly reappeared with a roll of towels and started to help him clean up, her face streaked with tears.

“Why the hell did you do this?” he asked angrily as he gathered up the food that was still edible.

“I’ve had an awful day, Vince …” she sniffed miserably. “Carole started giving me a real hard time about being late, so I finally had the big blow-up with the bitch, and I really told her what I think of her. Then when I came home and saw the little mess you’d made, I just…”

“Went apeshit! Well, what did you say to her?”

“I called her a fat sow with a cottage cheese butt.”

“Ha! That’s no lie!” Vince snorted. “Anything else?”

“Nothing she didn’t deserve.”

“Come on, tell me”

“And I, um… also called her a cunt…” Janet muttered sheepishly, her face reddening.

“Jesus!” Vince exclaimed, his eyes widening. “You really musta been pissed – I’ve never heard you say THAT before…”

“Oh, I was – I nearly hit her.”

“You can bet your days there are numbered after all that.”

“Without question.”

“You still glad you said it?”

Janet paused to think. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“So am I,” Vince said with a thin smile. “Well, I think we’ve got it all up,” he said, looking around the living room. “Let’s get the rest of it in the fridge before it spoils…”

Janet took another sip of wine as she luxuriated in the bubble bath. The sweet scent of the aromatic bath oils filled the room as the warmth of the water soothed her tired muscles. She adjusted the small pillow her porno hikayeleri head was resting on; her rich auburn hair wrapped in a snow-white towel. Janet looked forward to her baths, since they were practically the only time she had to herself these days. They were her times to relax and reflect. She looked idly around the bathroom with heavy-lidded eyes: at the cracked plaster on the wall; at the water stain on the ceiling.

“So different from Druid Hill…” she whispered dreamily. Janet’s mind flew back to that other bathroom; the one with the huge Italian marble tub, the faucets in the shape of lions, and the heated floor. Back to the massive Tudor Revival mansion with its fan vaults, heavy oaken doors & pointed arches. Back to the days of wonder when the world had been hers…

“Why did you leave me, Dack?” she asked the Silence for the millionth time.

Janet Anders had been a fresh-faced 19 year-old just out of cosmetology school when her path crossed that of Dack Cameron. A 36 year-old Virginian, he was already a successful developer of shopping malls, well on his way to amassing a great fortune. Like all self-made men, he didn’t lack confidence and he knew what he wanted, so when he saw the beautiful girl with the creamy white skin & saucy figure sitting primly at her table in the sidewalk cafe, he quickly – and illegally – parked his Porsche at the curb, strutted up and boldly introduced himself with a flashing smile any used car salesman would kill for. Janet had been impressed by the handsome, well-tailored older man (and his car), but even at her tender age, she was sophisticated enough not to let him know it as she politely but coolly responded to his smooth chit-chat. Then an ugly meter maid came along and put a ticket on his windshield.

“She might take the ticket back if you rush over and tell her you’re leaving right now.”

“She might, but since I’m not, the point is moot,” he replied mischieviously. “You really must try their tiramisu – it’s the best in town…” he said casually, signalling for the waiter.

After dessert and more breezy banter from him, Janet put her coffee cup down. “Well, Mr. Cameron, thank you for lunch. I’ve enjoyed our conversation, but it’s time to go.” She reached for her purse. “Goodb-“

He took her little hand gently but firmly. “Janet, I must see you again…’ he said with a tone very different from his previous flirtatious talk.

“Oh, I, um, don’t think so, Mr. Cameron…” she replied, taken aback by his sudden sincerity.

“Please don’t let this moment pass…” he said urgently, his ice-blue eyes riveted to her wide green ones, willing her to comply.

“A-Alright,” Janet said reluctantly. “My number is 749-3896. Now I’ve really gotta go!.” She took off like a startled bird…

What followed was exactly the sort of thing the cliche “whirlwind romance” was coined to describe: Elegant dinners in the finest restaurants; jetting down to Palm Beach for weekend getaways; expensive gifts, and lots of laughter. Janet found herself bedazzled by it all. Suddenly the cute little hairdresser with realistic expectations for her life was hobnobbing with multimillionaires – and more than holding her own, too. As if by magic, her previously humdrum world was all roses & Godiva chocolate.

And the master magician who’d conjured up this wonderful transformation was Dack Cameron. From the beginning, Janet was deeply appreciative of his generosity toward her, and she liked him very much, but she still reserved her most secret heart in order to keep it safe, needing to be sure about the true motives of this dynamic man. But as the weeks turned into months, Janet observed him carefully, becoming increasingly convinced of his basic decency, and of his genuine devotion to her. And so little by little, she lost ever more of her heart to him, until at last he possessed it all. Even her parents, who initially had been opposed to their romance because of the age difference, were won over by his irresistable charm.

The Big Moment came soon enough: After dining on filet mignon & Baked Alaska at Tavern on the Green, Dack leaned forward, taking both her hands in his. “Janet darlin’,” he began quietly with his gentle Southern drawl. “When I saw you that first day sitting in the sidewalk cafe as was driving by – so dainty & gorgeous – I knew I simply had to stop and meet you. From that instant I knew that you were the most adorable lady I’d ever seen, and our relatively brief time together has been enough to convince me of your maturity, feminine dignity & just plain goodness as well – all so rare in one so young. To me, you’re just the most wonderful girl in the world, baby. I can’t help feeling that fate has led us both to this time & place. So…” He reached into his pocket and produced a little green velvet box. He opened it with an almost shy smile. Janet gaped as she saw the blue-white 5 carat diamond set in a filigreed platinum band. “Will you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife?”

“Oh, seks hikayeleri Dack!” she cried out, bursting into tears of happiness. “Yes – oh yes, my darling!” Janet wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as the other diners erupted in applause…

And so that was how Janet became Mrs. Dack Cameron, and the mistress of Druid Hill, his great estate in the rolling emerald fields of Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley. Soon and to their immense joy, Janet became pregnant with Vincent. He turned out to be such a cute little fellow: intelligent sweet-natured like his mother. They took great pleasure and satisfaction in raising him, chuckling at his mischevious childhood capers. He proved himself a keen student from the beginning of his school years, never getting anything less than a “B” on his report cards. And as he began to grow into strikingly handsome young manhood, he would also prove himself to be a fine natural athlete, excelling at swimming & wrestling. His active life gave him a trim, muscular physique that was the envy of the other boys – and the panty-moistening delight of all the giggly young girls.

All things considered, it was an idyllic life they were leading when the ever-capricious hand of fate intervened. Dack worked hard, and he liked to play hard as well. In addition to his sports car collection, he was an avid motorcycle aficionado. He had several dirtbikes, a big Honda Gold Wing (the “La Z Boy on Wheels” he called it), an old Moto Guzzi that he was always tinkering with, and of course, a Harley. But his most prized bike was his sleek $115, 000 custom chopper. The irridescent blue paint job alone cost him over 10 grand. He loved nothing more than hopping on and heading up into the Blue Ridge Mountains to roar along the Skyline Drive. His craving for speed was both thrilling and cathartic for him – but it frightened Janet. The powerful exotic cars were bad enough from her perspective, but the bikes were what really scared her, and the deadly-looking chopper most of all. It demanded a skilled, experienced rider – which she knew Dack was – but that did nothing to alleviate her fears. She gently nagged him to sell it, causing one of the few arguments they had:

“Look, will you just knock it off?” he said with irritation. “Hey, I could get splattered while drivin’ to the store for a loaf of bread in the Range Rover, for God’s sake – or I could just drop dead!”

“But that bike is the most dangerous thing of all, honey! Riding it is just tempting-“

“If your number’s up, there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it!”

“But you-“

“Enough!” Dack barked, slamming his fist on the table. “I know you you’re scared for me, and I love you for that, but there’s no way in hell I’m selling my favorite bike! I don’t wanna to hear another word about it, understand?”

A majestic canopy of autumn leaves covered the slopes on that perfect October day, a robin’s egg blue sky above. The weather report hadn’t called for rain, so Dack was surprised by the sudden squall. The mountain curves which had given him so much exhilaration now became treacherously slick, and his vision was hampered by the rain. He didn’t see the big-eyed fawn standing in his path until the last instant. He jerked the handlebars in a desperate attempt to avoid the little creature, and somehow managed to do so – but he also lost control of the unforgiving machine. The front wheel hit the hairpin corner guardrail, crumpling the long fork into a chrome pretzel and flinging the howling steel beast over the rail and into the void. A hypnotically beautiful gold & crimson blur was the last thing Dack Cameron would ever see in this world…

…

No one really thinks they’ll die at 51. The mind naturally recoils from the contemplation of such a grim possibility. No, there’s always tomorrow; plenty of time to correct previous mistakes. Dack Cameron had been no different. He’d quietly been experiencing a serious crisis in his business affairs at the time of his death: several big mall construction projects around the country had become stalled due to anti-corporate/environmentalist protests, and a general downturn in the economy forced many retailers to fold, which of course meant suddenly empty spaces in his other malls as well. All this came at a particularly unfortunate time, since his bankers (or “banksters,” as Dack contemptuously called them) were demanding immediate payment on the huge construction loans. He’d tried reasoning with the hard-eyed men – but what did they care about the merit of his arguments? The Almighty Dollar was what they were after, period.. When his pleas didn’t move them, he’d lost his temper, calling them “the international tribe of camel-faced parasites!” That, of course, did little to help his cause.

Janet had been oblivious to all this. She’d been perfectly content to take care of the day-to-day running of Druid Hill (a not inconsiderable task), and to be a good mother to Vince. So it came as a massive shock when, right in the midst of her grief over Dack’s death, the bankers began demanding from her the tidy sum of $597 million. Appalled, she turned in desperation to Dack’s trusted vice president Bob Harris for advice. All he could do was raise his hands in a gesture of helplessness:

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Take me there and I will cum.

A bawdy tale by Cat

All the time we’d been chatting on messenger I’d insisted there would be nothing more. Despite the incredible intimacy of our chats I stressed that I’d never go further. Although we had the most amazing electronic sex where you would sometimes make me cum three and even four times I’d told you I was scared to talk to you or meet you.

At first you’d tried to persuade me to see you but gradually you came to accept that having a bird like me in the hand was better than several in the bush. You realised that it was more exciting to fuck me down the line than to lose me all together.

For me it was the perfect antidote to the incredible frustration I suffered from due to my husband, Richard’s, neglect. That wasn’t totally fair, though, for it was a sort of enforced neglect. Averaging a sixty hour work week as a successful corporate lawyer and travelling to America every month and to Europe most weeks, didn’t leave a lot of time for providing his wife with a full and varied sex life. In any case, that didn’t rank highly on Richard’s priority of life experiences.

I’d tried before to overcome the frustration. I’d had a couple of affairs. Brief ones with two men I thought I had real feelings for and who I thought had them for me. As I got older and looked back on them I realised they came about because of my frustration and the feelings were lust not love. The affairs had been fantastic and terrible. The highs from having illicit sex in different places to the marital bed, hotels, cars even outdoors in a field and a shop doorway were tremendous. The lows from the guilt, the lies and the continual excuses were awful.

And of course after resolving to have no further affairs masturbation became my great ally. But then I found messenger and eventually you. Much younger then me with the sexual stamina and vigour of youth you had an understated enthusiasm, a laid back attitude, a polite and considerate nature and an amazing cock. I fell in love with it. It was beautiful, it was big, it had a great shape and the way you were able to make it grow almost by command thrilled me so much.

We got on well, very well both socially and especially sexually. You were the first man I’d met on messenger to whom I could say. “Pease fuck me” without feeling cheap. We had wonderful sex.

Then Richard and I had a trial separation. Our first in over twenty years of marriage. It had all become too much for us. The continual bickering. “If you don’t work less hours and pay more attention to me then we’ll have to part,” I’d told him not quite sure I was completely serious. So we did. He moved to a flat owned by his firm and I stayed in the house. Fortunately it was term time so no one had to know immediately. We had time to see if it was what we wanted. Time to try things. Time when there would be no need for lies or excuses. Time when I could do as I wanted. Time when our sex didn’t have to be restricted to electronic.

I told you what had happened with Richard and that we were having a trial separation.

“Would you like to meet Jon?” I typed a few days later.

We agreed to meet at a Marriott hotel just outside Canterbury.

“In the bar at 1.00,” I said. “We’ll have a drink, just to make sure we like each other in the flesh and then Jon, well we’ll see,” I’d gone on smiling to myself

I hardly slept the night before we were due to meet. I tossed and turned my mind whirring with wonderfully conflicting thoughts. It was the same the next morning when I was getting ready. I had a long bath slowly putting more and more water in until I noticed with a grin that just my face and neck and my two nipples were above the soapy water.

Naked, I dried my hair and painted my finger and toe nails with a vivid crimson varnish. I found myself becoming more and more excited at the prospect of what lie ahead. Of meeting you, of spending the afternoon and maybe the evening with you. Of being with a younger man. A younger man that was you. The tight, firm body and muscles. The flat belly and the lithe thighs and legs. The hardness of your erection. The way you could get hard again so soon and how you could cum many times. I hadn’t had sex twice with a man in one session for such a long time and the prospect of you possibly making love to me three four or even five times filled me with such excitement. The vision of you spurting the huge amount of semen that I’d seen on your cam, of the way that, as if by magic, you made your penis hard again and the sheer beauty and size of it all went through my mind as I started to dress. The feelings and sensations were so strong I found myself stroking my breasts and they seemed so big and full. I contemplated masturbating but rejected that smiling as I opened the packages I’d bought specially for meeting you “why take second best when the real thing was waiting for me?” I asked myself.

I slid into the black, lacy tops hold-ups and admired myself in the mirror. They made my legs look slimmer sex hikayeleri and longer. I hadn’t bought the black underwear we’d discussed. Instead it was deep burgundy an altogether more erotic colour or so the books said. Pure silk. Smooth and lustrous. The panties clung to me billowing out a little with the pleats of the French knickers. The silk moulded itself to my mound accentuating that. They hung loosely leaving I thought “just room for a hand to slip in.” I did up the bra that could well have been half a size too small, or I’d grown, for my boobs seemed to burst out of the sheer silk and lace.

Slipping into the thin, black, typical cocktail party dress I was ready. The dress was high at the neck at the front and the material clung to my body emphasising my breasts but regrettably I noticed looking in the mirror also showing the slight bulge of my tummy. It was lower at the back of the neck and had a zip all the way up the back that I struggled to do up. The hem ended fashionably a few inches above my knee and I noted, as I sat down to put on the strappy, black high heeled sandles, slid way up my thighs to almost my stocking tops. That excited me as I knew it would you.

I was wearing lipstick and a little eye make, but nothing else. My ash blonde hair was down, the fairly straight locks tumbling nearly to my shoulders. Inspecting my face in the mirror I looked closely at the few wrinkles round my eyes and the lines from my nose to my upper lip and down my chin from my lower lip. I had sent you a few photos, both dressed and not so dressed and had told you many times that being old enough to be your mother I did look my age. You, courteously, had rebuffed that saying ‘You look in your early thirties at the latest.’ I just hoped that actually seeing me wouldn’t change your mind and that you would still ‘Fancy older women like hell.’ Ready, I went down to the car and set off for what I guessed would be a fifty minute journey maybe to “sexual paradise, “I smiled gunning the engine of the Mercedes.

The traffic was welcomingly light down the M10 to the M25 where it got heavier, but not too bad so quite quickly I was bombing towards the Dartford Crossing. My mind was buzzing with the various emotions I was feeling so I kept my speed down for my concentration on the road and driving was continually being diverted.

Glancing down at myself and seeing my slightly parted stockinged legs, the hint of the stocking tops and the strappy shoes. Looking at the emphasised fullness of my breasts from the thin tight material and knowing that underneath I was wearing, what one of best friends called, “underwear to be undressed and fucked in,” made me feel excited and desired.

Thinking of the sights I’d had of you on your cam, your tight youthful body and wonderful penis made me frequently shudder with sexual expectancy of such a level that even as I drove I found that my fingers were roaming over the mounds of my boobs and the smoothness of my stockinged thighs that I’d opened a little wider than the driving position required.

But accompanying those wickedly arousing thoughts of what I imagined you’d be doing to me in just a couple of hours time, were other thoughts. More serious considerations. Different and certainly contradictory to those of excitement and adventure. Yes thoughts of my son and daughter and my husband, our families and friends. Although parted this was only a trial, I was still married. I would still be cheating on Richard, committing adultery with you and being unfaithful to my marriage vows. I was still stepping outside my relationship. I was risking the temptation that once I’d done it, would I do it more and more. Was having sex outside my marriage a bit like smoking or the pangs of an alcoholic. All or none. Either don’t do it at all or do it all the time. If I went with you would I then still be able to resist the other two or three men that were trying to get into my life?

*

As I passed through Essex and into Kent over the QE2 Bridge I was thinking, ‘I’ll stop and turn round, this is madness.’

But I didn’t, I couldn’t, something was driving me on so, in many ways against my better judgement, I continued down the M2. Turning off I followed the instructions on the satnav and soon I was pulling into the car park of the Marriott. Smiling as I walked across the lobby thinking about the scene from The Graduate when Dustin Hoffman was booking a room for him and Mrs Robinson I thanked the ease of the Internet and looked around for the signs to the bar.

Although I was purposefully fifteen minutes late I was still very nervous as I approached the bar for I couldn’t help thinking that you might not be there either, through lateness or, a sudden change of mind. To be alone in a bar is something I hate and something, thankfully, I’m rarely forced to do.

I scanned the bar ignoring the stares of the mostly business men clientele many of whom ran their gaze up and down my body in a rather vulgar and suggestive manner. Men out of sight of their porno hikayeleri wife, especially on business, often become such lechers that it makes life difficult for women and could put us off men altogether.

You looked even younger than I remembered. Younger but better looking. Younger but leaner and fitter. Younger but more fanciable and certainly younger but so much sexier in the flesh as it were. We smiled at each other as I walked to the vacant stool beside you at the bar.

“At last Jon,” I smiled leaning forward as you pecked me a little embarrassedly on the cheeks.

“Hi Cat, or should I say Sarah” you replied, referring to the false name I’d used until I got to know and trust you.

Resting my hand on yours I looked you right in the eye with the rest of the room looking on as I smiled.

“Well you could use darling if you like.”

It’s always difficult sitting demurely and ladylike on a high stool when wearing a skirt. When the skirt is rather short and loose and made of a thin, clingy material like crepe it becomes even more of a challenge. And when under that skirt there are lacy topped hold up stockings it becomes as good as impossible to retain one’s modesty. And in that bar in which I was one of a very small number of women and a large number of men I didn’t retain it.

As soon as I’d walked in I’d felt their eyes on me mentally undressing, leering and ogling me. In part that can be flattering and, believe me, as a woman roars into her forties some of that is good for the ego. Too much and too obvious, though, becomes simply tiresome. And that’s what it was as I felt so pleased that I was with you, a young, virile and attractive young guy and not with the forty and fifty, balding and greying, paunchy businessmen in the bar who looked as if they would have loved to rip your heart out.

“Did you have a good trip?” You asked getting the conversation off in a very neutral manner.

“Yes fine thanks although I was a little nervous all the way.”

“So was I, I was almost frightened,” you said with the honesty and openness of the well adjusted guy I’d come to know on the net. You didn’t seem to feel the need to boast as so many your age do. You’d never boasted about your, what I thought were, remarkable recovery powers, your out put and your virility. And certainly you’d let the pictures of your cam paint a thousand words about your delicious penis.

“How long did it take you?” I asked

I could see that you were nervous. Your hand was shaking a little as you held the glass and you spoke in short, sharp bursts not making complete sense at times. That was nice. I liked it. I was pleased that you weren’t acting as if you were about to make another conquest, as I was becoming quite sure you were going to do. I liked your modesty and the way everything was understated with you. I was feeling very warm and tender about us. Partly because you were the only one, or so it seemed in the room, that wasn’t staring at either, my stockinged legs and the hem of my skirt or at the swell of my breasts. The irony amused me for it was you that would almost certainly, shortly be slipping your hand up that hem or removing the material from those breasts. And all those leering middle aged businessmen would be left out. And that for some reason made me want to make them feel that.

“Oh only twenty minutes, I got the bus.”

Forgetting that you didn’t have a car, I smiled. “I could have picked you up.”

“Well not really could you as you wanted to check me out didn’t you?”

“Oh yes, but I guess after all we’ve said in messenger and emails that probably wasn’t really necessary. Were you excited?”

“Yes the idea of meeting my older woman thrilled yet at the same time scared me.”

I leaned forward and resting my hand on your leg some three to four inches above your knee, kissed you on the cheek as I whispered. “My Mrs Robinson to your Dustin Hoffman eh?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathed quickly as I gave the inside of your thigh a little squeeze.

I was very aware, as women nearly always are when they show a little too much of a part of their body, that by leaning forward my skirt would have risen further. I guessed that at least the darker hue of the bottoms of the lacy tops would now be on show confirming the likely hopes of ‘my audience’ that I was indeed wearing stockings.

And that made me wonder just what they were thinking about us. Older women with younger men, though more common nowadays, are still not seen that often. And a couple so obviously into themselves to the exclusion of those around them generally suggests just one thing, and it certainly wasn’t mum and son. The sight of my stocking tops probably confirmed what they were all thinking. That excited me. I wanted to be alone with you. I wanted us to be able to talk and smile, kiss and touch each other. So, leaning even further forward, running my hand even further up your thigh so that it was about half way I whispered into your ear.

“You can seks hikayeleri guess what they’re all thinking can’t you,” as I nodded towards the men in the bar.

Smiling you replied. “Yes I think I can.”

“Well we’d better not disappoint them,” I went on sliding off the stool and flashing all of one stocking top and maybe a touch of skin above it as well. “Had we?” I continued casually pushing the skirt back in place as I put your arm through mine, held your hand, beamed a big smile at you and said, quietly so just you and I heard it. “No we’d better not darling so you’d better take me upstairs and fuck me hadn’t you

“God Cat this is incredible,” you breathed as we stood hand in hand waiting for the lift. “I’ve never been with a girl in a hotel before.”

Smiling, I responded. “Well you’re hardly with a girl now are you? Am I the first older woman though?”

Two people walking past prevented you answering and then the lift arrived. Going up to the eighth floor you tried to take me in your arms and kiss me.

“No Jon, not here,” I said quite sharply. I was far too old and, in some ways well behaved I guess, to do such things in a public lift. Well at least sober that is!

Your opened lips on mine and your tongue in my mouth, although extremely welcome, were a little rushed as we closed the bedroom door behind us. I usually prefer to take my time. Chat and have a drink, let the mood develop and the atmosphere become heavy with expectancy. But you were right. It was the best way, the perfect action. This was not a time for being languorous or overly relaxed. We’d been through far too much, an electronic love affair, surrogate sex and so many enormously erotic moments together that now was the time for action. I knew it. You knew it. You wanted it and so did I in many ways. But as your hand squeezed and pressed my breasts and as our lips ground together it wasn’t in all ways. There was still some doubts, some unanswered concerns and a number of reservations.

“Jon let’s just have another drink first can we and chat a bit?” I asked gently pushing you off.

I could see the disappointment on your face and heard it in your voice as you muttered. “Sure.”

“Could you send two bottles of white wine and two pints of Stella up to room 805 please?” I asked room service on the phone as you somewhat morosely looked on.

“What do we do when they get here?” you asked.

“Open the door of course, why?”

“Well what will they think?”

“I don’t know and I suspect they don’t care. This sort of thing happens all the time. I bet there’s a least half a dozen other couples doing exactly what we are right now in this hotel.

“You reckon?”

“Yes I do, I’ve done it before as you know and so have some of my friends and my hubby has told me tales about his mates and colleagues, so I guess it’s happening all the time.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and patted it beside me to my left inviting you to sit down. You did. I turned slightly so I was looking right into your eyes. I lifted my hand and rested the back of my fingernails on your right cheek. I slowly ran them downwards until they reached your upper lip. I turned them so that the tip of my first and middle finger rested on it. I let them fall so they were on your bottom lip. I ran them along it pulling it as I did, so that I slowly parted it from the upper one. It was wet and I felt your spittle on my finger. I slid my finger inside as I heard a lovely low moan slip out of your mouth. I leaned closer so that my left breast pushed hard against your upper arm squashing it as flat as its fullness would permit.

“God Jon I have so looked forward to this.”

“What shoving your fingers in my mouth?” you joked.

“No.” I whispered smiling at your wit as I let my other hand rest right on your upper thigh the edge of it just inches from the bulge in your trousers. “To this,” I said sliding my hand upwards until it found the rumpled up mass of your genitals and pants and trousers.

“And this,” I added sliding the two fingers in and out of your mouth. They were obviously simulating a man’s penis and the image of you sucking on them as I rubbed your crotch was amazingly erotic and I hoped indicative to you of what I was going to do later.

I could feel you stirring underneath my hand as you became erect.

“Oh God Cat, oh my God,” you moaned into my ear as you rested your hand on my leg a few inches above my knee. It was a sort of enquiring squeeze. One that was asking my permission to proceed. I pushed my leg against your hand hopefully sending you the agreement you were seeking. It worked because your hand slid quite quickly up my leg taking the outside of my skirt with it up my right leg. It got caught though due to me sitting on it so that it only went several inches upwards before stopping. I could tell that you were unsure what to do. Presumably you wanted to pull it all the way and look at me. Men are very visual like that aren’t they? But you didn’t know whether I wanted that or whether now was an appropriate time. You still needed guidance and help. That made me feel good. It was perhaps about the only advantage I could think of from being an older woman. Experience and knowing what was going on in your partner’s mind.

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Tanzila and Seidah chatted away merrily as the car drove through the gates of the restaurant car park. Both women were really excited at the prospect of a fun filled Muslima hen night of food, games and laughter. Being hijabi girls neither drank alcohol, although there would be drinks for kuffor colleague ladies that were coming from Tanzila’s office.

Seidah was excited that her beautiful younger cousin Tanzila was finally marrying. She had been married several years herself, before leaving her husband for a black man. It had led to her being labelled a slut and whore as well as gaining pariah status in the Muslim community of Ilford. She hoped her cousin found happiness first time round.

The restaurant in Ilford was decked out for all the 20 odd women and staff were on standby. The evening was full of fun and laughter with songs, jokes and presents for the bride including the usual saucy lingerie, L plates and a couple of colourful dildos.

Seidah had jokingly wrapped an X rated magazine with her gift. It was passed around with a great deal of laughter, teasing and screaming.

Someone suddenly asked “Tanzila, which is your favourite scene in the magazine?”

Tanzila blushed and shooed the question away but was booed until she relented. She took the magazine and studied the various scenes of sexual activity slowly for several minutes. She paused several times before hesitantly holding up the centre page and said in an embarrassed way, blushing “This one.”

It was a hot hot picture of a tall, busty, blonde with a mullet in fishnet stockings. She was on all fours on a thick rug. Crouched behind her was a black man with a foot long black cock which was poised at the entrance to her wet, swollen pussy lips. All the women gasped. Several of the black women present smiled knowingly, as did Seidah. It was a wonderfully sexy picture portraying the interracial couple in a state of obvious lust and passion. The well endowed man being the focus of the whole group.

The erotic nature of the picture brought all the women together around Tanzila to have a closer look. They thumbed through the few pages with photos of the black and blonde fucking. Seidah joined them.

The couple were in a variety of positions including missionary, cowgirl, spooning, standing up, sixty nine and culminating in a doggystyle creampie. All of them commented blatantly on the black mans huge cock and the sexy contrast between his coal black body and the blondes pale, European skin. All agreed it was the hottest scene.

Tanzila went to the ladies for a few minutes. In there she found her panties were soaking wet and her pussy moist. Wow! That black cock scene had her dizzy. So much so that she sat on the lavatory, legs spread and played with herself, eyes closed, dreaming of that black man in the magazine eating her pussy then fucking her with his big black cock, then shooting his cum in her doggystyle!

The evening ended well after midnight and Seidah accompanied Tanzila into the taxi. The driver was a black man, mid 50s, heavy build. He greeted them in a thick African accent before setting off. Both women noticed his physical size and Seidah, sat in the front, could clearly see this matched by the large bulge in his crotch. Being an experienced black cock addict she felt a familiar powerful urge. One she always felt around black men. The urge to have passionate sex and be fucked hard by a big black cock.

She chatted with the driver while Tanzila slept. He was a village chief from a little known African country near the equator, working and sending money back to his wife and children. Seidah picked up on the fact he had not been to see his wife for a year. He must be bursting for a good fuck she thought! What an opportunity!

They were sat in some heavy traffic and some music was playing. Seidah slowly reached out with her right hand and stroked his left thigh. He glanced sideways. She stroked his inner thigh and then his crotch. His cock was thick! As she stroked it through the clothes with her long fingernails he got harder and harder until it became uncomfortable.

She undid his zip, lowered his briefs and pulled out a monster. Easily 10 inches, curved, thick veins, a thick jet black head it was hot to the touch in the freezing night air. She hissed sexily “Oh God thats big baby. Soooo big. I need it. I love fucking black men.”

“Go on girl take it, take it, its yours.” He snarled back aggressively.

She stroked him up and down before leaning down and curling her wet tongue around his plum like head. She licked it wet over and over enjoying his strong scent and flavour. He held her hijab with one hand and pushed her down. Having had plenty of black cock in the past few months she easily gave him deepthroat, licking him up and down coating him with saliva. He urged her on “Suck it bitch suck that like a whore fucking bitch.” She came up for air and at that moment they arrived on their street.

With Tanzila inside Seidah came out to settle the bill. He stood close to her sex hikayeleri and whispered, “My shift is over.”

They kissed passionately as his huge strong hands kneaded her buttocks through her tight black Abaya. She reached down and stroked his huge black cock again, fighting the urge to suck him off there and then. She whispered in his ear, “Come back in 30 minutes baby. Let her get to sleep and let me get ready.”

The driver replied back, “I want her too. I want to see both you Muslima terrorist bitches suck my big dick. Make it happen.”

“No way! She is getting married in two days time.” replied Seidah. “I am enough trust me.”

Seidah went indoors and waited until she thought Tanzila was asleep and changed into a pair of gold stilettos, red seamed stockings, black panties and a red frilly corset. All covered by her Abaya and hijab. She peeked out and saw the taxi on the driveway. She gave him a missed call and he came to the door.

As soon as he entered they fell into a passionate clinch, his hands on her tits, ass and crotch. She kissed him hard and deep before leading him to the lounge and seating him on the sofa.

She stood over him and slowly took off her silky long Abaya to reveal her lingerie. He whistled and muttered “Damn you sexy bitch. I am gonna screw you like crazy.”

She knelt down and took off his trousers. His huge cock was taut and fully erect under his briefs. She stroked it hard again and again as they locked lips and tongues, breathlessly kissing each other. He slowly pulled his briefs off as his huge cock sprang out. Jet black, curved, uncircumsized with huge veins along its full length. It was massive. Longer than her forearm.

Seidah stroked her meaty hairy pussy as she licked the foot long black snake in front of her. Eyes closed she moaned as she savoured the thick leathery texture, strong man scent and sheer size. She spat on it several times and closed her lips around his helmet.

Slowly she took him in to her mouth, inch by inch, half way, two thirds then finally balls deep. He grabbed her hijab and started a slow face fuck moaning all the time. He took his shirt off as she licked his huge saggy balls. Gosh they hung several inches down like snooker balls in a sock!

He stood up and pushed her onto her back spreading her long legs out wide. She pulled her knickers to one side to reveal her hairy cunt lips. He knelt down and licked all around her swollen wet labia. His tongue was thick and long. Massive like his cock. He licked her asshole too before inserting his wet left middle finger into her ass and two thick black fingers into her cunt. The feeling was sensational. Seidah ground her hips against his hands and yelled helplessly as she came. Her body shook again and again as a powerful jet of juice squirted out of her cunt and onto his face.

He sat back on the sofa and urged her to mount him. “Come in and ride it bitch, ride my big black cock.”

Seidah adorned his cock with an extra large super thin ribbed condom and sat reverse cowgirl, as he held her panties to one side and thrust upwards into her wet aching Paki quim. His wet helmet found her wet pussy lips and slid in in. She gasped at his sheer size. Gosh he was so thick and long. She rode him with short sharp strokes as she moaned desperately. Eyes shut, teeth clenched and face contorted with lust.

Finally he was in balls deep. All magnificent 10 inches of dark, thick, leathery man meat. He felt huge and wonderful. The sheer size, texture and veins of his dick as he slid in then out caused her cunt lips to grip him tight. Gosh it was so so so good.

Seidah rested on his thighs and leaned back to kiss him, licking his thick black features as he undid her corset and released her huge milky Paki tits. She shook them side to side and yelled at him “Fuck me baby please, fuck my hairy cunt hard.”

He pulled her thighs backwards and began thrusting upwards and into her wet hairy cunt. Hard and fast. Her firm ass cheeks slapped against his thighs as her whole body shook from the wild pounding he was giving. Her tits swaying and flailing in all directions as she let out loud wail after passionate wail. She felt his huge balls swing up and hit her upper vulva and clit hood.

At that moment the door opened and Tanzila walked in, stood open mouthed and aghast at the carnal scene in front of her and shouted “Oh my gosh! What the fuck! Oh my god!”

He held Seidah firm, still fully inside her and called out “Come and join us, join me baby.”

Seidah looked at Tanzila and said “Join in cuz. I know you would love this big black cock.”

Tanzila hesitated for a moment. The room stank of sex. Sweaty sex. It made her giddy. She was getting married. The wedding was all planned. The lengha, jewellery, food, entertainment, invites, Hummer limos. Should she? Could she?

She looked at the muscular, middle aged negro screwing her older cousin looked beautiful. He had a great body like a lot of blacks. And her cousin was loving the fucking he porno hikayeleri was giving her. And she could not forget those magazine pictures of the blonde and black!

Seidah climbed of his cock and bent down to lick it clean. One glance of his shiny, thick, long black cock was enough.

Tanzila threw caution to the wind and sat next to his naked, sweaty body and kissed him slowly. She reached down at the same time and stroked his huge cock. It was hot to the touch and sent a fiery tingle through her whole body.

His kisses became hard and she responded passionately. He whispered “I want both of you sluts all night long. Get undressed Muslima and get fucking.”

Tanzila threw off her Abaya and revealed her lean, toned frame, black seamed stockings and pink suspenders, pink stilettos and matching panties. He moaned “Yes baby you are hot.”

She knelt down and joined Seidah in devouring

his horse cock. Her tongue licked him up and down in tandem with her sexy milf cousin. Seidah then slowly deepthroated him before coating him in saliva and moving to his balls.

Tanzila swallowed him half way and he started face fucking her beautiful rosy lips. Inch by inch he finally got in to her mouth all the way and held himself there. When he pulled out his cock shiny and soaking wet, he declared “I am ready for some prime Paki pussy.”

He ordered Tanzila on her back and knelt over her. She obeyed immediately, spread her long legs and played with her wet hairy pussy. She admired his physique; coal black skin, rounded shoulders, lean pecs, hard stomach, big thighs and, like a lot of negro people, very lean calves. And the jewel in this black crown – his big, beautiful, black cock.

He and Seidah leaned over and both caressed Tanzila’s aching brown quim. He dropped a lump of spit onto her labia and licked her open wide with his hot huge oxe like tongue. Tanzila shrieked with pleasure as he flicked her clit with expertise. Seidah stroked her cousins inner thighs and hesitated, unsure if she should indulge in lesbian incest. A threesome with another man was one thing, but sex? As if he sensed her problem, he ordered her onto Tanzilas rosy snatch. “Eat her pussy you bitch, eat her wet and guide me in. Now!”

Seidah savoured her cousins scent and musky odour. Her younger pussy was less used in appearance. Abundant hair covered her crotch in a random pattern but her wet pink petals were very erotic to any eye. She slowly licked her from Biffins Bridge up to her swollen clit. Then sideways again and again. Tanzila shrieked out loud. Seidah instinctively knew how to pleasure her cousin and it had an immediate impact. He meanwhile watched and ordered Seidah to suck him wet.

She spat out two huge dollops of spit onto his huge cock and licked him up and down before guiding him into Tanzila.

His thick wet head split the Paki pleasure hole open before him. He slid it in slowly inch by inch halfway and paused. Tanzila eyes were glazed over and her toes curled down at the sheer pleasure of his thick black snake inside her. His leathery skin pushed against her inner pussy walls and his head pushed deep into her.

“Fuck me nigger please, fuck me. Give me more black cock.” She moaned and pushed her legs far back and reached forward to hold his firm round buttocks and pull him in deeper. He obliged and thrust in and out with each push burying himself more and more into her hairy, wet, pink pie until with one last swift and sensual push he was inside her balls deep. Tanzila cried out loud and arched her back.

He yelled at Seidah, sweat pouring off his brow, back and chest, “Pull her heels back bitch and sit on her face NOW!”

Seidah stood with two feet either side of her cousins face,and squatted down slowly, while pulling her heels back behind her head. She felt her cousins hot breath on her own soaking wet hairy cunt and her fingers pulling her knickers aside before her wet tongue found Seidah’s mature meaty cunt lips. Seidah sighed and ground her hips around Tanzilas face, and leaned forward to place her face right above his thrusting black snake.

She cooed at him “Fuck my face baby, fuck my face please.” He slowly pulled out his cock, covered in pussy juice and fed it to Seidah. She puckered her full red lips as he thrust in and out hitting the back of her throat several times before injecting Tanzila with his rock hard cock with hard, sharp aggressive strokes as both Paki bitches held on tight.

The pace eased and he pulled out of Tanzila and ordered Seidah onto her hands and knees. Without a word Tanzila joined him in orally pleasuring Seidah’s meaty mature pussy from behind. They pulled aside her soaking wet panties and took turns to open up her throbbing cunt lips using eager wet tongues and fingers. He inserted two thick black fingers into her sluice as Tanzila chewed on her clitoris.

He fed Tanzila his cock once more before she guided him into Seidsh’s hairy quim. His fat black cock head split her vulva and drove in slowly all the way. seks hikayeleri She was wider than her cousin having had several children and been with another black stud for several years. She arched her back downwards, thrust her ass upwards and urged him on through gritted teeth “Come on nigger, harder, fuck me harder you black bastard, fuck me fuck me yeeeesss!”

He duly obliged with ferocious power as her body shook, her ass cheeks quivered and huge tits swung back and forth. Tanzila urged him on too. “Fuck her baby, fuck her cunt,” as she spat on his cock and teased his swinging bull balls.

He suddenly pulled out and fed Tanzila his cock, fucking her mouth and then pounding Seidah again. He repeated this several times until both Paki bitches were cooing and moaning with lust.

He pulled out and began nudging Seidah’s asshole with his wet plum like head and then rubbing his huge dick up and down on it. Seidah moaned “Ooohhh yyyeeesss baby I like that. I like it real good.”

Tanzila joined in and dropped several large drops of saliva onto her cousins eager asshole, then gave it several slow lusty licks with her tongue. He slapped Seidah’s ass cheeks and Tanzila guided him towards her asshole. His head rested at the entrance for a few seconds and he said “Relax bitch. Just push out like you is takin a shit. Do it.”

Seidah did as he said and he thrust in slowly. Sure enough his head popped in followed by at least half of his hard horse cock. She yelled out loud; a combination of pain and pleasure as he slid in and out, helped by Tanzila spitting on the entrance again and again. Finally he was in balls deep at which point he mounted Seidah hunched over her stricken, helpless and lust fuelled body and began a slow but firm fucking of her ass.

Tanzila crouched behind him and began eating Seidah from behind, lapping away at her lips and clitoris. Seidah was shrieking with ecstacy at the immense pleasure being meted out to her by them both. She could resist no more and came. Her body shook violently, her vision became blurred and she saw only a shiny fuzziness as orgasm after orgasm overcame her. Juice poured from her cunt and asshole and her knees gave way. She collapsed exhausted and satisfied.

He pulled out and waved his cock at Tanzila. She rolled off the condom and marvelled at him. He was soaked with sweat from head to toe, panting like a wild animal and his cock looked even bigger. She wondered what it would be like to fuck him bareback. Wonderful no doubt as she stroked his throbbing hot man meat with both hands.

As if he could read her mind he asked “Do you want to fuck bareback? It is much much better. What do you say girl?”

“Oh my gosh! I would love to but I am not on the pill and what about Aids and other stuff?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Well didn’t Aids come from Africans?” She replied.

He laughed and said “Listen my dear. I am clean. Are you? You jumped on my dick easy enough.”

“Ok but I absolutely do not want you coming inside me.”

With that Tanzila threw caution to the wind and lovingly kissed and licked his leathery, thick mamba again and again until it glistened with saliva. He threw his hard back and urged her on until he was in balls deep again. She put her hands behind her back as he fucked her face hard and fast, his big balls slapping her chin each time he thrust in.

Seidah had recovered from her multiple orgasm and joined in again. She knelt next to Tanzila and opened her tits out invited him into her fleshy gap. “Aaahhhh my milf slut.” He laughed and offered his magic black wand to her.

She englufed it with her huge brown 34DD titties and squeezed them both around him, then jerked them up and down. Tanzila, not happy with her cousin interfering, offered her own younger, and firmer, pair too. He laughed and sneered at them. “Look at you two slut Muslimas. Fighting for my cock. Well I will decide what I do with it and to whom. Hahahahaha.”

He tittie fucked Tanzila next. Her pair were smaller but firmer. An equal contest he thought as she urged him on and spat on his cock head.

He lay on the thick rug as Tanzila lowered herself into him slowly. Sex with the condom had been wonderful but the real feeling of having that huge leqthery snake inside her was almost indescribable. It felt sensational. She quivered with the pleasure of it stretching her cunt lips, her pussy walls and the depth it reached. It was well past her cerviz as she squatted down on it fully squashing his balls with her weight. She rocked back and forth and then circled her sexy hips around his love mast.

Not to be outdone Seidah squatted onto his face, her cunt and asshole still throbbing and wet from the multiple orgasm. He lashed her pussy with his lips as her flesh engulfed him entirely.

Both Paki sluts faced each other. Seidah encouraged Tanzila to fuck him hard as she ground her cunt against his face. She held her hands as Tanzila rode his cock hard, her ass slapping against his strong negro thighs. He took up the challenge and began pushing upwards to meet her thrusts. The warm feeling of an orgasm welled up inside Tanzilas pussy. Her fiance would never be able to compqre to this. She would spend her married life remembering this night of black cock sex!

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Michaela had worn her sexiest and most expensive underwear for the meeting. She always did for big meetings; the bigger the meeting, the sexier the undies. Important meetings turned her on. Negotiating and getting her own way in business discussions excited her. They aroused her and could almost make her cum. Competing in a business meeting was like sexual foreplay to her, coming out top with a negotiation was like straddling a guy and fucking him and winning was like having an orgasm. She rarelt left an important meeting with dry panties!

Michaela was one of the most successful investment bankers in London and, in her book that meant the world. She was in the top two or three female UK bankers and was undoubtedly the top female M & A specialist, probably in the world.

At just thirty-six, she was now about to win the job she had set her heart when she left London University, some ten years ago. She was about to become, she was sure, the first female MD of the Global Mergers and Acquisitions Department of a serious investment bank. And Goddens, the US owned banking conglomerate, was the most serious of all serious investment banks; they were big, secure, American blue blood with a touch of UK aristocracy, which of course was bought. But the in their worls they could buy anything and anyone. They were aggressive, influential and stupendously successful. There was hardly a major takeover or merger that happened anywhere in the world where Big G, as Goddens was known, was not involved. And from now on Michaela would be responsible for all of that, for she was attending her final interview for the very top job in the world in that part of the bank’s extensive activities.

As the panel of two American, one German and one English mature bankers, drawn from the main board interviewed her in New York, she was tingling all over. Her heavy, full breasts felt so warm and alive and her prominent nipples were pounding with sensations as their puckered hardness fought valiantly to make indentations in the smooth material of her designer suit. She was used to that, however, so now she bought suits with suitably thick material to prevent them showing. Nevertheless, she knew they would be stretching the gossamer thinness of the Janet Reger, black lace and silk bra. Just as she also knew that the gusset of the black, lacy boy-shorts would be damp if not soaked. Often she had to excuse herself in an important meeting to change her panties and she always had at least three pairs in her bag and case.

She knew they would be damp because she knew the meeting had gone great. Michaela could read people, especially men so well that often she knew what they were going to be thinking in two minutes time before they even knew what they were thinking now. She was like a chess player in thinking ahead and it was that, in the main, which made her such an effective and successful negotiator.

It always amused to look at her adversaries in meetings. They were mostly male, often, like today, much older than her and usually, she could tell, they fancied her like hell. Then that was hardly surprising. She was stunningly good looking, but not beautiful, she knew that. She considered herself to be dramatic looking rather than glamorous; she preferred that and worked on it. In keeping with her profession she had a rather hard look, a little like Madonna or Glen Close on a bad day. Her lips were probably a little thin and her nose slightly too pointed for her to be considered classically beautiful, but her big, perfectly oval, blue eyes made up for anything else that might be thought of as an impediment to her looks. Having had poor vision since she was a child and never having been able to get on well with contacts, Michaela wore glasses that she thought gave her a more studious look and yet another advantage when negotiating a deal. Her hair was naturally blonde with darker streaks and she wore it short as it was easier and quicker to wash and dry. Off duty she gelled it and made it a little spiky, which made her look younger, more casual and overall sexier, or so she hoped. But then she had little off duty time for she averaged twelve hours a day six and often seven days a week working or travelling. Her skin was pale with the pallor associated with her Danish race and all over it was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

Her body was rounded or, as she preferred it to be called, very womanly. She was under no illusions about the fact she was quite a big girl. Five feet eight inches tall and weighing in at just under one hundred and forty pounds she had C cup breasts that often swelled up to D, rotund hips and a slightly oversized, but nevertheless shapely bum. Never having born children her stomach was relatively flat, although when she relaxed there was a slight paunch that she put down to airline and hotel food. She avoided many of the bodily excesses of working too many hours, travelling and eating at the world’s most expensive restaurants by regular very hard workouts in the gyms at her offices in London and New York and at her apartment block in London Docklands. Her weight never varied by more than a few pounds usually being spot on one hundred and thirty-nine sex hikayeleri pounds.

She had good legs and men that were arse men simply adored her for her bum was full and rounded with surprisingly full cheeks for one so slim; a real black girl’s arse a lover had once complimented her as he plunged his tongue between her cheeks, something she enjoyed from a lover.

What amused her most of all in meetings, was that as her opponents and colleagues lusted after her, wondering what it would take to get inside Ms Michaela Henrison’s knickers, she was most likely sitting there creaming them at the buzz of the negotiations, not the men.

She realised that it was a little dangerous and that did concern a bit, although she was more concerned that someone might find out. A female, senior investment banker who paid for extreme was hardly someone a multi-national would want on their takeover team, but then that was part of the buzz. Buying sex was not so much physically dangerous, but could lead to blackmail, she figured. Nevertheless, Michaela had been buying it for several years now. Buying it wherever her travels took her, New York, Paris, Frankfurt, Japan, Beijing, Mumbai, Dubai and even where they did not take her, her home town, London. Buying it in many forms, buying it to be with men, with women and with both. Buying it to satisfy her fantasies, sex with several men, a gangbang, being fucked by a huge cock and having two guys simulate raping her. Buying it in place of letting sex, romance and love find her.

She did not have time to meet friends, to develop relationships other than for business, to meet people outside of her job with whom sex might come about and she fervently avoided any form of attachment to anyone inside her high finance world. She would do nothing to prejudice her naked ambition of making it right to the top in the banking industry.

So, since being introduced to upscale escort agencies and the like a few years ago, by a woman who at the time was her boss, Michaela had developed a network of contacts. Trusted contacts that could, for a price, usually an exceedingly high one, but when you are earning over a million a year sterling who cares, provide her with exactly what she fancied and when and where she fancied it.

The drive from Wall Street up to the Pierre, although in a chauffeur driven Cadillac, was tiresome. The traffic was terrible and even with the AC, the ninety plus outside temperature and high humidity got into the limo. The only redeeming feature was what she knew would be waiting for her at the hotel.

It was that what had got her through the drinks and chat after the interview. It was the expectancy of what would be waiting for her that helped her survive the unnecessary, but traditional, dinner with the head of investment banking, the HR Director and the non-exec director responsible for recruitment. It was the knowledge of what would be waiting in her suite that had enabled her resist going to the toilet after the interview and wanking herself off. And it was that which was stopping her sliding her hands up her stockinged legs and masturbating behind the smoked glass in the back of the limo.

It came as no great surprise to Michaela when Roger Grevis the third, the CEO of the bank and Lord Ludlum, the Chairman, told her she had been successful, for she just knew she would be. Despite that, she had not arranged her real celebration of her promotion for tonight. That would come later. For tonight, she had called the agency from London.

“Hi it’s Missus Mason” she had said to the receptionist, using her ID.

“Hello Missus Mason, could I please have your registration number and the answer to your security questions?

Michaela gave those and was immediately put through to Naomi, her consultant.

She had been dealing with this agency, or consultancy as they called themselves, for some time now and was quite well known to Naomi, albeit by the assumed name; just in case. The agency insisted on not knowing the real identities of their clients and thus went to great lengths to maintain the privacy. That extended to the payment methods. Michaela had to set up an account with a third party with whom she had to lodge five thousand dollars. When a payment was necessary, she would advise the third party as would the agency and the funds would be transferred; there was rarely any change from the five grand!

After using this agency for a year or so, Michaela had come to trust them. She didn’t buy sex on every trip to New York, after all, she was over about every other week, sometimes just for a day or evening, but when she wanted sex, she now only used them. She had tried others but this lot always produced the goods. They were extremely efficient, something she demanded and were ultra-discrete, something she needed. , They did not know her real name or what she did so there was little risk in letting them know her hotel and room number; in any case, Michaela was used to assessing risk and living with it, that’s what top bankers do.

She had carefully briefed Naomi on what she wanted and had explained that she could not specify a porno hikayeleri time that she would arrive back at her hotel. She had agreed that she would pay an hourly rate and that the clock should start ticking at seven, the earliest she felt she would be able to get away from the interview.

“I may not be there until eleven, though,” she explained.

“That’s no problem we can be on call all night if you wish, but of course we will have to charge from seven.”

“Yes I appreciate that, just make sure that whatever time I get there, everything is ready.”

“Of course Ms Mason, I will handle it personally.”

“Thanks Naomi,” Michaela had said from the first class lounge at Heathrow as she waited for her BA flight to New York two days ago.

She had known from experience that the interview and the offer of the job she had always wanted would turn her on. She knew that when she walked out of the Big G Head Office she would be sexually aroused and she was acutely aware that by the time, whatever time that was, she got back to The Pierre she would be in dire need of sex. It was always like that after a big meeting and that’s why she made prior arrangements. She was scared that if she didn’t do that, the need to be fucked would be so strong that she might just go to a bar and get herself picked up; she had done that before, but not since she had started buying it: so much tidier, cleaner and safer this way!

The doormen and bellboys mumbled their hellos as she glided through the white and cream lobby of what many consider to be New York’s finest hotel. Goddards certainly did and, although it was way uptown from the offices, they maintained two suites there. Michaela had guessed the job was hers when she had checked in and had been shown to the premier suite. Just in case, she had checked to see if any other Big G executives were staying. They weren’t, so that is when she was sure the MD position was hers.

Being in that suite, which was usually used by only the top level of management, had a similar effect on her to winning a negotiation. As a result, she was only in the sumptuous, elegance of The Pierre a few moments before she was lying in the middle of the king sized bed, her designer jeans round her ankles her hands inside her Agent Provocateur panties finger fucking herself to a very welcome and much needed climax. She had felt like a dog on heat all the way across the Atlantic and at the subsequent meeting. In fact she had felt like that since the phone call to the agency in the first class lounge, yes, she had felt like that since she had placed her order for tonight.

This evening, though, when she entered the large suite she knew she would not be masturbating. She knew everything would be ready for her. She knew that because she had called Naomi on the way uptown.

“Everything is set ma’am, just as you specified, you’ll be there in ten minutes then?”

“Yes, we’re just passing the Hilton on 6th.”

Her entrance was as good as silent. The plastic card made no sound, the heavy door effortlessly opened. She put her Italian leather briefcase that she’d bought on a recent weekend in Florence, on the credenza in the hallway and walked across the thick pile, pale cream carpet to the bar in the living room. She poured herself a generous vodka, added a little water and some ice and lemon. She sipped it, waiting a moment or two as she looked at the closed bedroom door.

Undoing the buttons on the jacket of her power suit, she glanced into one of the numerous, gilt framed mirrors. Her tits looked good in the tight, black lace and silk bra. Quite big varying between a C and D they were nicely shaped, full, firm and reasonably upright for her age and their size and were capped by big nipples that were dark, almost brown. Her breasts were aching and her nipples felt ready to explode.

Momentarily thanking her lucky stars that she had lined something up, Michaela knew that she wanted sex badly and that she needed to be fucked hard and fast and probably several times. She slid her pencil skirt off, leaving the expensive garment crumpled on the floor and stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. The lacy shorts fitted her very snugly, emphasizing her quite prominent and, if left unattended, rather hairy pubic mound. Recently, Michaela had not left it unattended and had taken to keeping it billiard ball smooth by regular shaving.

She was aching to go into the bedroom, but she resisted that and sort of tested her resolve by wandering round the living room in her AP ‘intimate apparel.’

She propped her bum against the back of a sofa, her legs stretched out before her, her ankles crossed as she sipped the almost neat vodka. She looked good and felt good. She put the glass down and undid her bra, dropping it casually onto the floor near to the eight hundred pound suit. Idly stroking her very erect, hard nipples with the side of the glass she hoped that Naomi hadn’t screwed up and that all the arrangements had, as they usually did gone to plan. She took a deep breath and then walked towards the bedroom door clad in just the black, lacy boyshorts and her black, lacy-topped holdups. seks hikayeleri Stopping by the door, she took her panties off and went to grab the handle, but stopped.

“Fuck,” she said to herself, realising that what she wanted was in the bathroom. Then she remembered that she could get to it through the kitchen.

The baby oil felt wonderful on her pubic mound as she massaged it into that tender area. It felt so good she could not resist pouring some onto her tits and rubbing it into them. The combination of rubbing the oil into her mound and breasts had the inevitable affect and Michaela was badly tempted to masturbate.

“What a fucking waste,” she said to herself as she strode purposefully across the lounge, turned the bedroom door handle and walked in.

His arse looked gorgeous, full, rounded, firm and tight.

His back looked gorgeous, wide yet tapered, muscular yet lithe.

His legs looked gorgeous, long, slender and fit.

His skin looked gorgeous, smooth, silky, tight and stretched.

Michaela didn’t say anything as she approached the huge bed. There was no need, the man was fully briefed. He knew what was expected from him; after all, he was a true professional, an experienced gigolo, one of the agency’s top, gay studs.

She climbed onto the bed clad just in her lacy, holdup stockings, nothing else. She knelt beside the big, guy. He was six feet four and weighed just on two hundred pounds, or so his agency portfolio had stated. In close up his body was every bit as good as Naomi had claimed. His muscles were well defined but lithe not bulky like a body builder or a weights guy. She ran her eyes admiringly up and down his back noting his broad shoulders, narrow waist and rounded full bum. He was, she thought, truly gorgeous and she hadn’t even seen his front yet.

She trailed her beautifully manicured, white painted, square cut fingernails down his back enjoying the slight shudder as they reached the base of his spine. She stopped there and ran them across each cheek flattening her palm on his cool, smooth skin. Each buttock jerked as she cupped it. That and his arse felt fabulous.

She put her fingernails back on his spine, between his shoulder blades. She dug them in a bit, not too far, but enough so he would feel it. She scratched him. Then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she drew them downwards watching fascinated as they marked his skin: not enough to draw blood, but certainly sufficient for it to hurt him and without doubt enough to leave a mark that would be with him after they had finished.

In addition to her fetish for buying sex, Michaela also liked rough sex. She liked sex with pain, sex where people get hurt, sex where her partner gets hurt and sex where she gets hurt. Yes, she liked receiving as well as giving the mixing of pain with sexual pleasure.

Her pulse started to race when she saw the strong guy’s huge body jump as the pain hit him, she liked that. She pressed her stockinged leg against his hip; he was firm, solid, hard. A great body she thought, as she raked her fingernails down his spine leaving four trails of scratch marks that nearly punctured, and certainly deeply grazed his flesh. Her fingernails reached the bottom of his spine, they arrived at his buttocks, they came to rest on his arse, his gorgeous arse. She used two hands here, both sets of fingers, all ten nails. Mmmmm, she breathed as she dug them, deep and hard into both of the full, rounded cheeks. She loved the way that when she first touched the two symmetrical orbs of flesh they were soft, but then, as the pain got to him, they hardened, until now they were like two rocks.

But Michaela was not all about pain. Her sex was not just hurting and being hurt. No it was more than that, much, much more; more complex, more involved, more delicate, more subtle and far more sophisticated.

Just as suddenly as she had dug her nails into the soft, pliant flesh of the male hooker’s arse, so she stopped. Just as quickly as she had ravaged those cheeks with her hard nails, so she caressed them with her soft fingertips. Just as she had looked on seeing his buttocks jerk and contract, so now she bent forward. Just as she had been detached from him, they had not spoken or seen each other’s faces yet, so she now became extremely intimate.

She laid her face on one of his cheeks. She kissed it; she ran her lips and tongue over the hardening and softening flesh as, at the same time, she rested her fingertips right on the tight crease. God he did have such taught buttocks, she thought ‘Strong enough to crack a walnut’ she smiled. Simultaneously, she licked the mound and pushed gently with her fingers. His bum relaxed, the flesh went soft, the crease opened, the cheeks parted. Her finger slid inside the deep crevice. She ran them up and down the valley, crossing and recrossing the entrance to his anus. Crossing and recrossing, yes, but each time going a shorter distance away from it. Each time spending a tad more time on the puckered skin, each time applying an increasing pressure, each time sending strong hints to him as to what was soon to come. At last, she stopped crossing and recrossing, for she had made her point, she had sent the invitation, she had made her needs obvious, she had let him know very clearly what she wanted. Yes, her actions had told him in the most sublime way that she was going to finger fuck his arse.

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The Enchanted Boy Ch. 02

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This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex.

CHAPTER 2 — The wrong boy

Gulwan gingerly opens the heavy wooden door to the play room and looks round for Soltan. He muses at the name play room, really it’s a torture chamber full of various types of devices all used for inflicting pain. It’s Soltan that calls it the play room, it’s where he has his most fun abusing and torturing innocent young men. There is no reason for him to do it, no secrets to be had, it’s purely here to pander the mans sadistic nature. It’s high up in one of the castles turrets and offers a spectacular view of the county he is lord over.

Gulwan is a short stout man, his face and body disfigured from disease. He walks clumsily with a club foot and a hump back. The nerves on one side of his face are completely dead causing it to look as though it is melting, the one eye pointing left all the time. His hair is thin and wiry revealing his scalp underneath.

He looks around the large room, Soltan is nowhere to be seen but he does see a boy chained naked to the floor. His arms and feet have shackles and are chained to a large ring set in the stone floor, his mouth gagged with a large ball gag. He is skinny, underfed, his eye’s withdrawn and tired. He has deep scars over his torso from multiple whippings. Gulwan shuffles over to him and gets down to his level, the boy cringes and tries to get away. Gulwan grabs his hair and pulls his head towards him, he smiles revealing his black crooked teeth. His breath stinks and causes the boy to muffle out a cry. Gulwan sticks out his ulcer covered tongue and tries to stick it in the boy’s ear, the boy pulls away, Gulwan tries again this time the boy is as far as he can go without falling over but as Gulwns tongue enters the boy’s ear he jerks his head away causing him to fall over onto his side revealing his ass. The boy tries in vain to get back up but Gulwan holds him down. With a fat wart covered finger he runs it over the boys hole, the boy struggles. He rams it in hard and the boy screams into his gag.

WHACK!

Gulwan screams as a bullwhip strikes him across his arms.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!” a voice booms.

Gulwan looks up rubbing his stinging arms. It’s Soltan, a huge bear of a man towering over him, standing legs apart in his thick leather battle pants. His chest is bare and covered in a thick carpet of black hair, his face thickset, square and unshaven, his head shaved. He looks down on Gulwan disapprovingly.

“I’m sorry brother but this one is so nice, please can I have him?”

“What happened to your last one?”

Gulwan mumbles,

“What? Speak up I can’t hear you!”

“I got carried away and suffocated him,” he says looking ashamedly at the floor.

“For gods sake little brother you really must control yourself, I’m struggling to find boy’s to keep me satisfied let alone supply you.”

“Sorry,”

“Look, ok, if I let you have him do you promise to look after him this time?”

The boy starts screaming and shaking his head, terror racing through his veins.

Gulwan jumps up with joy, “Oh yes, thank you, I promise, I promise.” He leans over the boy and strokes his hair. “Oh we will have such fun,” he says to him. The boy is sobbing uncontrollably.

“What are you doing here anyway?, you know you’re not suppose to come in here.” Pendik Escort Soltan asks.

“Phabian is in the great hall and has returned with the boy,”

“What? Well don’t just stand there send them up.” he booms. Gulwan shuffles to the door, “Oh and send for Gloon too we need to make sure.”

Gulwan leaves and Soltan removes the ball gag from the boy.

“Please don’t make me go with him!” he sobs, “I’ll do anything you want, I don’t want to diiiieeee,” he trails off in to a deep sob.

Soltan unties him and sharply lifts him up, “Too late, I already promised, anyway, I’ve gotten rather bored with you lately.”

The boy is crying uncontrollably as Soltan leads him over to some cells. He opens the door and throws the boy inside. The boy stumbles and collapses on the floor and another boy already in the cell comes running over and helps him up. The other boy almost as skinny but not as scarred wraps his arms around him to comfort him.

“Awww, that’s so sweet, what a shame I’ll breaking you two love birds up.” he slams the cell door shut.

Just then the main door opens and a very large man wearing battle amour walks in hold in a boy by the arm.

“Ahh, Phabian, I see you have him, well done.”

“Yes sir, we almost lost him but we caught up with him in the village,” Phabian grunts.

Phabian is Soltan’s general and has been in his employ for longer than he can remember. He is a huge bulk of a man, his muscles shadow that of Soltan and stands a good 2 inches taller. Just his presence alone is extremely intimidating let alone his stoney face that hides a tornado of emotions.

Soltan examines the boy, around 5’6″ slim, long black hair and dark eyes. Everything fits the description he was given. The boy is dressed in grey linen britches and a grey linen tunic, his feet are bare.

“Remove your clothes boy,” Soltan orders.

“FUCK YOU!” The boy shouts back.

Soltan booms out laughter, it echoing around the halls of the castle, “Feisty little thing isn’t he.”

He grabs the boy by his hair and leads him to the centre of the room, the boy screams trying to free his hair from Soltans grip. Soltan grabs the boy by the hands and clasps a pair of steel shackles around his wrists. Then with one hand he lifts the boy up by the shackles clean off the floor and onto a hook hanging from the ceiling. The boy cries out with pain as the edge of the shackles dig into his hands.

“Well if you ain’t going to strip I’ll do it for you,” Soltan says and with one quick motion rips the tunic clean off the boys body.

“Nice,” he says and strokes the boys chest and armpits, the boy struggles.

“Please don’t,” he begs, “What do you want from me?”

“Well for starters I want you naked,” he replies and quickly pulls down the boy’s britches. The boy is now completely naked and Soltan muses as his soft 3″ cock. “Hmm, a little on the small side, lets see how big it gets.”

Soltan starts to stroke the boys genitals and the boy gasps. The boy can’t believe what is happening, here is this big bear of a man pleasuring him, somehow he feels he should be scared but he is really enjoying the sensations.

“Oh that feels nice,” the boy says.

“Really? You like this?” Soltan asks.

“Yeah, I’ve never had anything like this done to me before,” he says his cock now fully erect at 5″.

“Well then, I’m sure we are going to get along just fine. I have so many new things to show you, I just know you are going to love them,” his voice sounds menacing but it’s Anadolu Yakası Escort turning the boy on even more.

“Ooh, I can’t wait,” the naïve boy says not knowing what is in store for him.

Soltan stands in front of the boy and drops his pants, revealing a huge 12″ monster of a cock and it’s thick, really thick and fully erect. The boy gasps.

“Oh my! What are you going to do with that?” he asks.

“Why I’m going to fuck you with it boy!” Soltan laughs.

The boy is suddenly scared yet incredibly excited, although he’s still a virgin the idea of being fucked with that massive cock turns him on yet terrifies him at the same time. Soltan picks up a vail and pours oil from it smearing it over his cock. He then grabs the boy by the hips spins him and pulls him back, the shackles dig further into the boys hands and he cries out. Soltan can see the boys puckered little hole, he is flexing it anticipating having that huge cock slip in.

Soltan Smiles “Have you ever been fucked before?”

The boy shakes his head.

“Perfect a virgin,” Soltan says.

He places the head of his cock at the boys hole and pushes, the boys sphincter starts giving way and soon the head of Soltans cock has slipped in. Soltan knows the boy will suffer pain from this and sure enough he starts screaming.

“ARRRGHHH! FUCK! IT HURTS, TAKE IT OUT, TAKE IT OUT!”

Soltan doesn’t, in fact in one motion he slams his cock hard into the boy’s ass it’s full 12 inches slipping completely in. The boy screams even louder and almost blacks out. Soltan fucks the boy hard, pulling out to it’s tip then slamming it hard deep into the boy’s bowels. The boy is still screaming from the pain and Soltan loves it, he loves how his cock always makes them scream, it’s such a turn on for him.

To the boy’s amazement the pain is subsiding and being replaced with a feeling of pleasure from the massive cock slamming in his ass. His own cock now hard again is bouncing around from the pounding.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big fucking dick!” he shouts.

Phabian is watching from the door, this is the first time he’s ever seen Soltan abuse one of his boy’s. He’s not comfortable with it, he feels quite bad about handing over such a cute little mite over to Soltan as he does with many boys he’s had to bring here and despite his size and the fact he’s a hardened warrior he’s actually a very gentle lover. He want’s to leave but he knows that Soltan would have his head for walking out without being excused. At first he winced at how brutal Soltan was being with the boy, but when the boy started enjoying it his cock stiffened immediately in his battle pants.

Soltan fucks harder. The boy’s prostrate is being battered and he feels an orgasm building.

“Oh fuck yes, I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck! I’M CUMMMMIINNNG!” his little cock erupts spurts his boy juice over the stone floor. The boy is ecstatic, he has never cum without touching his cock ever before.

Soltan savours the boy’s orgasm as his sphincter muscles contract around his cock and he continues to pump the boy hard. Normally once spent the boy’s cock would go flaccid but to his amazement he is still hard. Soltan is getting close and he picks up speed ramming the boy even harder.

“OH YES FUCK ME! SLAM THAT BIG FUCKING COCK UP MY ASS!” the boy shouts, he is absolutely loving it.

To his delight he feels another orgasm building.

“OH FUCK YES! I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN, UURRRGGHH! FUCK! YES! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM! UUUUURRRRRGGGHHH I’M CUMMMMIINNNG!” İstanbul Escort and his little cock spurts out more cum.

Phabian is so worked up from watching this little virgin boy cum twice from being fucked he actually shoots his load inside his battle pants. He sighs with a heavy heart, it’s been so long since he’s had any intimate contact.

As the boy’s ass muscles pulsates on Soltan’s cock he rams in deep one more time, lets out a loud cry and pumps his load deep into the boys ass.

“OH! YES! SHOOT THAT LOAD! CUM UP MY BOY CUNT!” the boy shouts.

Spent Soltan pulls out and starts laughing. “Who would have thought the son of Aljeron would be a such little bitch boy.”

“What? I’m not the son of Aljeron, I’m just a carpenters son.” the boy says.

Soltan gives him a thunderous look, picks up a bullwhip a cracks it across the boys back. The boy screams with the sudden pain, suddenly this is no longer fun.

“DON’T LIE TO ME!” he booms, “my men have been hunting you down for several days now.”

“I’m not lying,” the boys says tears streaming down his face.

“He’s not lying,” a voice comes from the door.

Soltan turns round to see Gloon standing there. A frail old man, scrawny, bent over with old age. His white beard and hair reaches down to his waist, he walks with a crook and is wearing a gown that reaches the floor.

“What?” Soltan booms.

“He’s not lying, he’s not the son of Aljeron.”

“What makes you so sure? Hit fits the description.”

“Because the son of Aljeron can’t speak,” the old man replies.

“Why wasn’t we told about this before?” Soltan booms. His patience is wearing thin, he wants to break this old mans back but he knows he would have no hope of finding the son of Aljeron without him. Also he needs a sorcerer at his side when he takes the kingdom for himself.

“Because I only just found out myself,” he says shuffling over to the hanging boy.

Soltan turns to Phabian.

“Where exactly did you get this boy?” he asks.

“Well we saw the old man and the boy riding on the route we was told about and we attacked.”

“And?”

“They got away.”

“And?” Soltans voice is getting louder.

“Well we tracked them to a stable in the village, we found the horse and this boy asleep in the stables.”

“And where was the old man?”

“We couldn’t find him.”

“You stupid big oaf! Don’t you realise the boy would never leave the old man’s side? Get back out there and find him! NOW!”

With that Phabian turns tail and bounds out the room. Soltan turns back to the old man who is now caressing the boy’s body with his long sinuous fingers, his long nails scraping the boys skin causing him to whimper.

“I must say he’s such a pretty little thing, shame he’s got such a small cock though, would you like me to make it bigger for you?” the old man asks.

“Oh yes please!” the boy says excitedly.

Soltan looks round still seething, “No make it smaller.”

“As you wish,” the old man says.

“Nooo!, please!” the boys begs.

The old man claps his hands together and places them over the boys genitals, he then whispers some incantations and small bolts of electricity emanate from his fingers. The boy flings his head back and cries out with the pleasure it’s giving him. Finally the old man removes his hands, the boy looks down and sees his cock is only 2″, what’s more he’s fully erect, he starts to sob.

Soltan is still angry and picking up the bull whip strikes it across the boys back. The boy screams.

“You won’t be needing a cock for what I have planned for you,” he shouts.

The old man shuffles out the door and the boys screams echo around the halls of the castle as Soltan continues to whip him. The boy’s in the cell huddle close together terrified.

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Claire Turns Slut

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Welcome to my new world, a world I had only fantasised of previously, fantasies that had left my writhing body covered in sweat, and my pussy dripping my own cum over the bedclothes. Yes, I, Claire, am now a slut, in mind and very much of body. All it took was one moment, where I let myself get into a situation I could not control, and I finally I found what I had really been needing all those wasted years.

A little more about me first, before I tell you how hot and nasty my first experience of slutdom was.

Firstly the bit I know some of you men love to know, I am your blonde blue eyed girl who has a body that attracts looks. I often imagine my petite 5ft frame being easily dominated by a group of men…

I’ve always wanted to explore my fantasies, but trying to be a ‘normal’ girl, they were thoughts that I always had to push deep down, hide from anyone but myself. I knew there were other women out there who lived the life I wanted to, who dared to push sexual boundaries, who got the same thrill of being ‘dirty’ as I longed for. Finally though, my desires could be suppressed no longer, and I had to act on my craving for hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex.

Not a day went by without me thinking about sex, and not just normal ‘missionary’ sex, oh no. I dreamed of sucking cocks, of tasting and feeling cocks of all sizes. I needed cock, and I needed cum, but most of all I needed to be USED! My entire body ached to be roughly handled, to be taken by a man or group of men who would take me completely, no sexual gratification too taboo. I used to cum while forcing my largest vibrator into my greedy pussy, imagining that the stretching was caused by two men fucking me, their cocks brutally raping my insides, using me as an object of pleasure.

Mmm, I’m getting hot again just thinking about it, so I better get on and tell you how I first become a ‘fuck toy’, god those words just send shivers down my spine.

It all started one Friday night, when I was preparing for a date with a man I had been seeing for several months. We got really well, the sex was fantastic and I had been starting to think that he might be the one I had been waiting for. Looking back I should have realised that it was all too good to be true. He was really good looking, and his smile was obviously designed to wet the knickers of any conquest he cared to flash it at. At the time I thought I was in for another deserved night of fun, and I dressed to make the most of it. Half the fun of an evening out was the preparation, the long soak in a hot bubble filled bath, soaking my soft skin, taking time to clean and tease my own body. There’s something about water running over my body that gets me horny, which some lucky man would hopefully have the benefit of.

Following my long luxurious bath, my routine continues with a shave and moisturise. After ensuring my legs where smooth and silky, and the razor still in my hand, a wicked thought entered my mind. ‘What the hell,’ I thought to myself, ‘let’s treat this guy,’ and with that I took some shaving foam and massaged it into my already neatly trimmed fine pubes. I had to stop my fingers continuing their administrations, I was feeling so horny. ‘Not a time for shaking hands,’ I admonished myself, knowing a cut now would ruin my evening to come. I carefully pulled the blade over my pussy lips, enjoying the feeling as my naked skin was revealed. Once finished I took a little more cold fragrance free moisturiser, and cooled my most intimate skin.

Once ready, I took my bottle of wine into the bedroom, another essential preparation for any night out. Pouring myself a cold glass of white, I spent many moments deciding upon an outfit. I decided to go for it; I needed a good seeing to tonight. Although the sex with my boyfriend was great it somehow didn’t remove my hunger. Even months of getting off in front of my pc, reading internet porn was pushing my sexual need higher and higher, rather than satisfying it. I laughed when I thought what my boyfriend would think of me, if he had spied me sitting naked at my computer, legs spread sluttishly, rubbing a vibrating dildo over my clit while I watched and read about very nasty and dirty gang bangs, imagining myself at the centre of the rough male attention.

My mind was on autopilot as I pulled on my black hold up stockings, my calves and lower thighs enhanced by their sheer clinging material, the enticement of the pale flesh of my upper thighs somehow magnified when contrasted against the black. I pulled on my best ‘pulling pants’, which I called my skimpy black thong, the satin material hugging me so tight that anyone glimpsing them would almost make out the outer lips of my womanhood, lips begging to be penetrated.

A side fastening wrap-over skirt hid the treats below, and I added a touch of colour, my thinnest and clingiest scarlet top over a black push-up bra, which was designed to show off my breasts to their best, and show through the red top a little, again to tease and turn on my man. I felt and looked hot, the final touch some dark red lipstick, which I applied a little heavier than I would normally, knowing men can think Maltepe Escort of nothing but me sucking on their hard cocks when they looked at my full red lips. Dropping the lipstick into my best purse I poured myself another celebratory glass of wine, licking my lips naughtily at my own appearance in the mirror.

That’s when I caught the sound of my mobile, chiming to tell me a text message had arrived. I was going to ignore it guessing it was one of my girlfriends trying to wind me up about tonight, but then realised it could be my man letting me know he was outside. Flipping over my essential fashion accessory, my heart sank at the short and soulless message; “I am sorry to do it this way Claire. But I have met someone else, and I won’t be seeing you again. Sorry.”

‘Cowardly bastard!’ I thought to myself, he didn’t even dare call to let me down gently. I sank onto the bed, not only my whole evening ruined, all my effort gone to waste, but my hopes for a lasting relationship in ruins. Blinking tears from my eyes, my gaze returned to my computer sitting in the corner of the room, the computer which had given me extra sexual release of recent months. Not only release I thought to myself, but it had been my naughty friend who had let me dare think about sex I had never experienced before.

“No, no porn for me tonight,” I spoke aloud, a determined smile touching my lips. I realised that I looked too good to waste tonight, and I didn’t need a man on my arm to go and show myself off. Maybe it was the wine, but I felt confident and sexy, and a little like the slut I always wished I dared to be. Fuck it, I thought. It’s time I let myself go and tried to live out the fantasies that were tormenting.

So that’s why I found myself an hour later sitting on my own in a bar, already drinking my third long vodka and lemonade. I’d already flirted with the barman, and sent a couple of no-hopers on their way. The alcohol made my head buzz, the confidence it gave me egging me on to put on a show. I knew several pairs of eyes were on me, getting drunk alone and looking hot. One party of guys especially, who looked like they were out celebrating a comrades birthday, had made it obviously they liked what they saw whenever their heads turned my way, and I was having fun showing a little more leg to spur on their glances. They looked a lot rougher than the sort of guys I’d ever date myself, but I wasn’t thinking straight, I wanted to tease every man in the room, show off what I had, something that bastard who had dumped me would never get now.

Later in the evening the DJ turned up the music, and the lights dimmed, as the dance floor started to fill up. Using up a favour with a friend in the bar staff I left my handbag behind the bar, freeing me up to go and strut my stuff. I love to dance, there’s something so sensual about bodies moving in close proximity to the beats of the music. I made sure I was the centre of attention as I moved my body, letting my skirt whirl around my legs, revealing my stocking tops with the more energetic moves. I freely let different men come and dance close, enjoying feeling the heat of their tight bodies grind against me, letting their hands rub against my bum, sometimes pushing back against them to let them know I was there to be touched. Once any of the guys started to hog too much of my time, I naughtily moved away, catching another’s eye with a seductive smile, and pulled the new victim into my trap, running my hands over my body as I danced, the heat and effort bringing a fine sheen of perspiration over my body, glistening on my enhanced cleavage.

Over several hours I revelled in the feelings running through me, enjoying all the hungry male attention, while never taking it further than bodies grinding together close during a dance, getting many men hard as I rubbed my hidden pussy against them. I had lost count of how many crotches I had let my hand ‘accidentally’ rub against, or how many men had felt my arse or tits in the darkness. By the time I decided to leave, my pussy was on fire, and I knew I had to get home as quickly as possible to take care of myself. My lack of attention, daydreaming about fucking myself with my biggest dildo, was probably why I didn’t even notice I was followed from the club, or when I took a wrong turning looking for a taxi, taking me down a dark and dangerous alleyway.

I was rudely torn from my daydream as I came to my senses and realised I was half way down a deserted and rough looking pathway. When I turned round to find my way back to the main street I almost bumped into a group of men coming the other way. It took me a couple of seconds in the semi light to realise it was the group I had been teasing all evening, having danced with and let most of them seven or so men before me touch me through my clothes. Trying to appear less nervous than I was, I flashed a smile and tried to find a path around the intoxicated group.

“Where are you going babe?” the ‘leader’ of the pack asked me, winking at his mates as they all eyed my body.

“I just need to get home, I had enough for one night,” I shrugged.

“Oh I think Kurtköy Escort you’ve not had anything like enough yet SLUT!” he laughed, indicating to a couple of his stockier friends to take hold of me. My terror made me stand still, feeling muscular hands gripping my arms, pulling them behind my back, pushing my breasts forward against the flimsy material of my top. “You’ve been teasing us all night with that sexy body of yours,” he raised a hand to stop my protest and continued, “and it’s time we found out if the reality is as good as the slutty performance you’ve been putting on back there.”

‘Oh my god,’ I thought to myself, shaking with fear, knowing that they weren’t going to be satisfied with a dance and a casual feel now, I was going to be gang raped right there, and there was nothing I could do about it. I knew I should scream out, maybe someone would hear my calls, but there were two things holding me back. For one thing, looking at these drunken guys, I’d probably get hurt, along with anyone who came to my rescue. The other, I am afraid to say, is that my pussy was suddenly betraying me, I could feel to my shame the wetness growing between my legs. I could hardly admit it to myself back then, but now I can share this with you; I wanted and needed to be fucked, and fucked raw by that group of rowdy men, forced like the slut I knew I needed to be.

The dark haired leader of the group came closer, so close I could smell the beer on his breath. He had to bend down to look into my eyes, his 6ft frame dwarfing me. “Let’s have a better look at this slut,” he barked, the audience behind him cheering in appreciation as his hands reached out and tore at my top, the thin material offering no resistance as he pulled it apart, letting more cold air reach my satin encased breasts. They could all see my nipples harden, either from the cold or my unexpected excitement at being so roughly handled. “Get that bra off!” he ordered, and a slim blond guy came up beside me, grinning as he removed a small knife from his pocket, causing me to strain against the guys holding me, trying to back away in fear.

“Don’t worry bitch, I’m not going to hurt you,” he laughed, “I’m just rubbish with the fasteners on those things,” he said, pulling my bra strap away from my shoulder, only to slice through it. He did the same the other side, letting the bra fall away, revealing my firm tits to the drooling audience.

I defiantly looked their leader in the eye, daring him to take things further, although in my sluttish heart, actually wanting him to. “And the rest, guys, lets see her naked.”

My knees shook as several of them rushed forwards at this command, one of them at least finding the button and zip to let my skirt fall to the ground. I could almost hear a sigh as their greedy eyes feasted on my stocking clad legs, and homed in on my tiny thong, now obviously drenched with my own excitement. The blade glinted in the light again as it was used to cut away my only skimpy protection, revealing my shaved lips glistening wet in the little light there was. I knew I was totally at their mercy now, the sight of my body so on show would drive them on to further acts. The cold air hit me now, goose-bumps covering my arms, making my teeth chatter. Still I said nothing, staring ahead with no emotion, now becoming the submissive I had always craved. I think the guy taking the lead was less drunk than his friends, and possibly more experienced, his piecing look going to my soul, seemingly knowing exactly what my inner desires were.

“Pull this slut’s legs open guys, I want a closer look at her tasty cunt,” my tormentor ordered, knowing the pack would follow him. I quivered at his words, his use of slut and cunt sparking something at my core. I put up some pretence of resistance as hands pulled at my inner thighs, slaps stinging my arse deliciously as punishment for fighting.

I was pushed down a little, bending my knees as my legs spread, making me squat obscenely. My stranger approached, crouching before me, pushing his hand to my shaven twat. I shuddered as his fingers touched my flesh, gently tracing lines around my inner thighs, teasing me, a very light touch rubbing up the groove between my outer lips, opening my vulva as he slid a thick finger inside. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I trembled, concentrating on the finger slowly sliding inside me, running around my dripping velvet grip, exploring every inch. A second finger joined the first, and suddenly his movements changed, from a gentle movement to a hard, insistent finger fucking. Others crowded in, spellbound, watching his fingers open me up, so obviously coated in my slippery juices, now freely flowing from his rough invasion of my burning pussy.

Pulling his fingers from me, he slid them up my stomach, leaving a wet trail all the way up to my lips. When I didn’t move, another guy forced my mouth open, pulling my jaw apart, allowing entry to my mouth. I was forced to lick my own flavour from his fingers, secretly loving the degradation forced upon me. “What’s your name slut?” he asked me as he finished screwing his fingers in and out Kartal Escort of my mouth like some cheap cunt.

“Claire,” I stuttered, now completely in my new master’s control.

“No, from now on, it’s SLUT,” he laughed, joined by his friends around him. “And you are going to be our nasty little fuck toy. You thought you could tease us all night and not pay the consequences slut?” he continued, ignoring me as I shook my head, “Well we’re going to use every one of your slut holes tonight, and you’re going to be a good slut and beg for more.”

God how did this man know how to press all my buttons? His words set fire running through my body, my inner needs for so long held back were being sparked into an uncontrollable burning heat, which raged throughout my body.

“Finger yourself slut, put on a proper show for us,” he whispered into my ear, knowing full well I was in his power, helpless to resist, not even wanting to stop now.

Determined to show him how dirty I could be, and being supported by two tormentors in my obscene squatting position, I used one hand to pull myself open, exposing my pink flesh to everyone, while the other finger I wet in my mouth, then used it to circle my sensitive clit. I again closed my eyes, throwing my head back, opening my mouth to breath heavy, panting as I rubbed myself, my excitement building quickly knowing many eyes were watching me share such an intimate act.

I could hear their voices around me, the show I was putting on starting to build their own sexual excitement. “Look at the fucking slut, she wants it!” someone exclaimed, surprised at the turn of events.

“Then give it to her,” was the animal response, uttered by someone wanting to get the action really going.

I heard a zip being tugged at close to my ear, and opened my eyes to be greeted by a short yet thick cock being pushed to my face. “Suck this bitch!” its owner grunted, taking hold of my hair he roughly pulled my mouth onto him. He rammed it home so hard I almost choked, which I think turned the pervert on even more. Little did he know it was just how I wanted to be used, I loved the feeling of his hard cock plundering my mouth, feeding me with his dripping pre-cum. My tongue worked overtime, lapping at his sensitive underside, while I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks with the suction. “Fuck she’s one nasty cock sucker,” he informed his mates, hardly required as most eyes were watching my greedy mouth work on him hungrily.

Unfortunately he obviously didn’t have much stamina, even in his drunken condition, my ministrations were too much for him, and before long I could feel his cock twitch, a certain sign he was about to cum. I knew just how to drive him over the edge so he’d never forget it, wanting him to cum so hard he filled my mouth, so the others would all want to give me the cum I craved. I looked up into his eyes, knowing the eye contact would be the final straw, a look of submission on my face. He grunted hard as he looked down on me, a piece of meat taking his cock no matter how hard he rammed it into my mouth. His orgasm took hold, making him utter filthy obscenities at me as his cock exploded in the back of my mouth, his seed sliding down my throat. I felt deliciously dirty as I pulled my head back, to allow his further spurts to cum over my face, his jerking cock rubbing and spreading the sticky goo over my cheeks and chin.

I didn’t have a second to catch my breath, as I felt hands force me down on my hands and knees, the cold hard tarmac making me gasp. I must have looked such a slut, circled by men now rubbing hardening cocks all around me, a face already sticky with cum, my arse high in the air inviting them to use me.

Another stranger approached me from behind, I couldn’t even see him as I felt his hands grasp the soft globes of my arse, squeezing me roughly, pulling them apart to reveal my dripping cunt and tight brown eye of my arse. Then I felt his cock push up against me, the hot hard flesh sliding up and down the crevice between my cheeks. I didn’t know where he was going to fuck me, and to be honest, I didn’t care. So I gasped out as I felt the head of his cock start to inch into my pussy, slipping in very easily as I was so wet. What shocked me was his length, and I almost squealed as his cock continued to slide inside, deeper and deeper, invading depths never before found by any cock.

I had only just started to push back against him, feeling the head of his cock bang against my cervix, when my hair was grabbed and my head violently pulled back, to have my mouth rudely invaded by another dick. I was in heaven, finally the nasty slut being gang raped in a lonely back alley, taking two cocks at once. They guys around me knew that none of them would leave without being satisfied as they watched me deep throat and gag around their mate. My pussy was on fire as it was reamed by the longest cock I thought I’d ever find, its dirty owner sliding a wet thumb into my other hole. “Mmmmmm,” I groaned around the cock stuffing my face, loving the feeling of this third invasion. The situation and the multiple stimulations had me cumming hard, my pussy clenching around my aggressive invader, wave after wave of contractions squeezing his pole. My whole world was now the smell, taste, feeling of cock, pleasure filling all my senses. I could make out the emboldened guys chanting, ‘fuck the slut’ ringing in my ears.

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Josh and Shawn are on a plane heading back to California after visiting Josh’s family and giving Sage the best birthday present that she could ever have wanted. During the flight, Shawn was passed out asleep and Josh couldn’t take his eyes off one of the flight attendants. She was a very good-looking Japanese lady. He guessed she could about 5’4/5’5, and had a small frame that was able to hold a large amount of weight on her chest. He couldn’t help but notice the top half of her outfit was literally trying to rip apart.

She spotted Josh checking her out and he quickly shielded his head with his Outdoors magazine. She started pushing a cart full of drinks and chips down the pathway. She brushed her beautiful long brown hair out of her face and started asking people what they wanted.

Josh couldn’t help but to focus on her ample breasts slightly jiggling as she walked. Even other male passengers were feasting their eyes on her large breasts encased in her white button up shirt with a blue airline vest over it. As she got to Josh’s seat, the sides of her massive left breast, brushed against him lightly. He felt his cock instantly become hard.

“Would you like anything sir?” She asked in a nicely manner.

“Um yeah. How about dinner with you and me back at my apartment?” Said Josh, laughing but he knew he was being serious.

The Japanese girl started to blush, turning her tan cheeks into rosy ones.

“How nice of you to be so kind, sir. I like your sense of humor as well,” she giggled.

Josh read her nametag. “Ms. Kagome is it?” He said smiling up at her.

“Yes. Now would you like anything from the cart sir? I really must be helping others.” She said calmly.

“How about after you’re done, we could talk or something?” Asked Josh.

“Well I can’t talk while on the plane but L.A is my next stop. I’ll take you up on your often to have dinner with you at your apartment,” Kagome said, staring deep into Josh’s eyes.

“You have very beautiful blue eyes and your skin is so light and it looks smooth too,” he complimented her. “But I guest I’ll take a soda to tide me over until the main course.”

She started laughing and gave him his soda and ice before moving on to the next seat.

Josh started to elbow Shawn to wake him up. “Shawn! Shawn! What up fool. We have our next girl and she is so hot man. You won’t believe the tits on this Japanese girl,” Josh said with excitement.

Shawn slowly woke up and wiped the drool off his mouth.

“So we are going international now?” He said while stretching

“Kind of man. This would be good for us. Going international can help us get more ratings. People will pay to see international big breasted girls fuck you man. I mean, this whole world is full of busty girls around the world and we found our first one,” said Josh, gazing into air, imagining the business they could rake in with different girls from different parts of the world.

“What about that German chick we first had?” Asked Shawn.

“Ok. She was foreign but she was born in the US and looked American pretty much. But it’s rare to find a busty Asian girl man and we found her,” said Josh clinging onto Shawn’s arm with joy and smiling real wide.

“Let go of my arm man. Settle down. She’s just a girl with big tits and a different background. In the end, she’s just like all the others. Basement sluts,” said Shawn, pulling his arm away from Josh.

“Look back there and you’ll see what she looks like,” Josh said. Both guys turned around in their seats to see her seating in the back, talking to a fellow female worker. She glanced up and saw Josh and Shawn looking at her. She gave an innocent smile and they quickly turned back around.

“Yeah. She’s hot. Can’t wait to do that,” said Shawn.

An hour had passed when the plane finally landed at the Los Angeles Airport. Shawn and Josh got off the plane and Josh waited awhile for Kagome to come off.

“I’m going to go get the luggage. I’ll meet you at the Terminal,” said Shawn, walking off.

Kagome got off the plane and greeted Josh at the gate.

“Let me check out and I’ll be with you in a moment,” she said, smiling at him.

After she checked out, Josh and her go to meet Shawn at the Terminal, waiting with their entire luggage. They called for a taxi to come pick them up and take them back to their apartment. Once they arrived at the apartment building, they took Kagome to their basement bachelor pad and got comfortable.

The three of them had dinner and chatted for what seemed like hours. It was getting really late and dark. Kagome thought she had better leave before it got too dark. Unfortunately for her, it started to storm and get really bad outside. Fortunately for the guys, that’s just what they needed to get her to stay in the apartment.

“Damn. It’s storming pretty horrible outside,” said Josh, looking out the window. It was thundering and lightning like crazy outside. Shawn had the TV on and it was advised people to stay indoors and not travel right now.

“Lucky Pendik Escort for us, the plane landed a few hours early,” said Josh. “Guess you have to be our guest for tonight.” He smiled at Kagome while he said it.

“I guess so,” she said smiling back. “Do you mind if I get changed for bed?”

“Sure. The bathroom is straight ahead,” Josh pointed. She headed to the bathroom and Josh nodded for Shawn to get ready as well. Shawn race up to their apartment to change into his fucking attire which is nothing more then a pair of boxers and his famous black robe. It’s famous because everyone usually sees him taking it off doing the filming.

Kagome returned from the bathroom wearing nothing more then a long button up shirt that bulged straight out from her chest. The shirt was lifted so far out from her body by her massive breasts, that it barely covered her cotton panties from being expose.

Josh’s heart skipped a few beats and his mouth hang open.

“What?” She said.

“Nothing. I mean. It’s just that…Well…You’re huge. And most of the Asian girls I know or have seen haven’t quite measured up to your stature,” he said.

“Well I was very lucky and blessed to be born with them. It runs in the family actually. On my mother’s side. She was large breasted. So was my grandma. And her mom. And so on. You could say it’s a hand me down from generation to generation,” Kagome said, sitting down on the floor.

“Wow. Amazing,” Josh said. “Do you mind if I ask what size are they?”

“I’m currently a 44G cup. That’s beyond enormous isn’t it? She said with a little bit of a sad tone in her voice. “Most guys don’t like girls with more then a handful. Guys have always been afraid of me because of my large assets. If guys were even into me, it was because they’re flexible and they think it’d add more excitement to sex.”

“Oh. Well my friend Shawn and I don’t mind girls with more than a handful. We actually love girls who are bigger then perhaps a D cup or double D,” Josh said.

“Really?” Kagome said sounding surprised.

“Yeah. You’re so hot. That’s why I asked you to come back to my apartment with me to have dinner.”

Kagome started blushing and grabbed Josh’s hands and placed them on her massive melons.

“So they don’t scare you?” Kagome said, pressing his hands deeper into her soft breast flesh.

“Mmmm. Not at all,” said Josh, squeezing and kneading her massive G cups through her shirt.

“Mmmm. I love it when a guy’s hands touch my breasts. Their so sensitive and it gets me aroused,” said Kagome while enjoying Josh’s little breast massage.

“Well if you love that, then you’re going to love my friend Shawn. He’s good at handling breasts and some other things,” said Josh, releasing her breasts.

“Oh? Really? Well you got me in the mood for just about anything,” said Kagome, planting little kisses on Josh’s cheeks.

“You see. Shawn is just like you. Almost. He has a very unique thing about him too. You have large breasts. He has a huge dick.”

“Mmmm. Really?” Said Kagome in shock.

Just then, Shawn returned to the bachelor’s pad, wearing his robe. He took at look at Kagome and was sizing her up. His eyes latched onto her massive breasts sticking through her shirt, and he felt his big dick start to rise.

“Yes really and Shawn will be happy to show you his if you show us yours?” Said Josh smiling.

Kagome lifted her shirt away from her body and pulled it up over her jumbo size titties. They flopped out and jiggled on her chest. She had very bumpy large light brown puffy areolas and huge dark brown nipples. No hint of sag from her breasts but they hung above her belly because of the weight. They were in the shape of huge teardrops that stuck out of her chest like bullhorns. Her areolas alone could fit an A cup bra.

Both Shawn and Josh felt their cocks stretch beyond belief. Her breasts were the most beautiful pair they had ever seen; and the biggest by far. She stayed on her knees in just her white cotton panties and pointed for Shawn to come over to her. He walked over to her and stopped with his crotch level to her face. She untied the robe herself and his massive dick was pointing through his boxers.

Josh meanwhile started setting up the camcorder to the Internet for another edition of Basement Sluts. Kagome put her mouth up to his cockhead while still inside his boxers and started blowing on it. She took it into her mouth and started sucking through the material. The way the material melted onto his giant dick made him go harder. Her gigantic breasts smashes up against his thighs as she sucked his cock through his boxers, leaving a big wet patch in the front of them.

“Oh god that feels so good,” moaned Shawn.

Josh started to zoom in on Kagome sucking Shawn’s massive dick. He then zoomed in on her breasts, letting everyone whom was watching, see how enormous and lovely they looked, slightly swaying with her movements.

Kagome pulled Shawn’s boxers down just to his pubic hairs. Anadolu Yakası Escort She planted her face into them and started licking his hairs, smelling the musty aroma coming from them.

“Wow! This girl is a freak,” Josh thought to himself.

Shawn let the robe drop from his body as Kagome gripped his ass, tracing her fingernails into his soft ass cheeks. Then she let the rest of his boxer’s slip down to his bare feet and his huge dick popped out and smacked her across the face.

“Oh my! What a huge cock. Josh wasn’t kidding,” Kagome said in a surprised tone.

She took his cock and started rubbing the head of it against her wet lips. She let her tongue peak out and lick at the pee hole. She gripped the massive cock in both hands and inserts the cockhead in her mouth. She slowly sucked away at it, savoring it like it was a very dish of hers.

Shawn’s hands immediately when down to her big tits, squeezing and tugging at the huge nipples. Her tits were so large that he only could grip the front part of them while the rest spilled out of his hands. He needed to use both hands on one breast, so he isolated her left breast and focus on the right. He squeezed it and moved his hands all around it, having the pleasure of feeling the weight and softness of the giant tit in the palm of his hands. He jiggled it and smacked it to watch it wobble like jell-o.

Kagome was very aroused by the tit play that it caused her to suck his large cock harder and push more inches in her mouth. Sucking a good 7 inches deep into her throat, she nearly gagged on it. She came up for air and started sucking on it again.

Shawn switched tits and repeated the same treatment to the left one. Josh couldn’t get enough of Shawn’s hands mauling Kagome’s huge tits. He kept going back and forth from her sucking and slurping down Shawn’s massive cock to Shawn groping her gargantuan breasts.

Kagome let his wet and slobbery cock fall out of her mouth. She then placed it in Shawn’s favorite place, between her breasts. Her hands could barely hold them so Shawn had to help her. The two held her giant tits as she started to bounce them up and down Shawn’s dick.

Both Shawn and Kagome started sweating promptly as the tit fucking got faster and faster. Her G cups engulfed his big dick completely, surrounding the whole thing with soft tender flesh that was driving Shawn wild. He gripped her tits harder and started to thrust with her bouncing, making sure his massive cockhead popped up between her big tits with every thrust. She spat between her tits so his cock would stay wet while he fuck between the valleys of her huge tender tits. They were bouncing and flopping so high, they bumped Kagome’s chin and nearly hit her face.

“That’s it Shawn. Fuck my big tits. They’re built for fucking. Uuuuugggghhh. Big dicks like yours,” urged Kagome with sweat pouring off her body and her mammoth tits being drilled by Shawn’s mammoth dick.

Even Josh couldn’t take the tit fucking much longer and blew his own load inside his pants. Shawn was next as her tits were just too much for him to stand. His cock erupted a huge blast of cum between her tits, shooting up to hit her face and breasts. She removed his cock from between her now cum soaked and sweaty tits to suck out the rest of his creamy cum.

She started beating her tits together and rubbing the cum them. She took Shawn’s huge floppy dick and started rubbing the cockhead against her huge nipples, getting what was left of the cum.

Josh zoomed in on Kagome’s pussy, as it was soak and wet through her panties. His cock instantly got hard again. Kagome used her shirt to wipe the cum off her face and tits. Shawn positioned Kagome on her back and pulled her soaked panties down and tossed them at Josh. Josh immediately took a sniff of them, smelling her pussy aroma and feeling the wetness.

“Eat her up good Shawn,” urged Josh, kissing Kagome’s panties and then stuffing them into his pocket.

Shawn positioned his head between her thighs and held onto his cock to get it working again. He started licking her pussy from the outside first. Licking up the cum that had spilled out during the tit fucking. Kagome rested up on her elbows, sticking her huge tits in the air. Shawn looked up to try and see her face but all he could see was her ballooned out tits and her giant puffy areolas sticking out from them. That got his cock springing to life again. The pussy licking he was giving Kagome got her going through multiple orgasms.

He nibbled and sucked on her large clit, beating it with his tongue. Kagome stuck two fingers inside her pussy to help Shawn maneuver his tongue inside. The other hand started squeezing what she could of her sweaty breasts and rubbing at her puffy areolas.

Shawn licked harder and faster at her pussy, moving his tongue deeper inside her juicy cunt. He nibbled at the sides and sucked on the walls. Eating her pussy was driving Kagome insane. She did a frantic bridge, thrusting her pussy straight into Shawn’s face and İstanbul Escort causing her gigantic tits to completely hang down and swallow up her face. Shawn just gripped her thighs and ate away at her pussy.

Josh got close ups on Kagome’s face being hidden by her own tits. He was amazed at how flexible she was with her massive tits hanging from her chest. Finally Kagome give in and came all over Shawn’s mouth. He started to drink what he could and then lick up the rest until her pussy was dry temporarily.

“Wow! That was fucking incredible,” Josh said. Kagome regrouped herself and sat on the floor. Her tits fell hard and bounced against each other.

“Thank you. Down in Japan, I used to do gymnastics. I would have kept going but of course, my oversized breasts were always in the way. So I do what I can and impress the person I’m fucking with my flexibility,” Kagome said. “I want you to stick you big dick in my pussy doggie style and I’ll have my feet and legs bend over my back.”

“Holy shit!” Josh said. “Let’s try that.”

Not wasting anytime, Kagome got on all fours and Shawn stood behind her. He jerked his big dick for a few seconds to keep it hard. Kagome then shockingly bent her legs far back across her back and her feet were on the side of her face. Her pussy was thrust up in the air for Shawn to fuck.

Shawn’s jaw had dropped and Josh’s eyes were popping out of their sockets.

“This is mind-boggling but very good footage man,” said Josh astonish at Kagome and her trick. He got the camcorder in position and waited for Shawn to make his move.

Shawn was still spellbound by Kagome’s flexibility. He thought he was dreaming. He soon snapped out of it and realized it was real. He started rubbing his massive cockhead against her clit and slowly inserted his dick inside her small tight creamy cunt.

“Mmmmm. Your cock is so huge. It might rip my poor tight pussy apart,” moaned Kagome.

“That’s the plan baby,” said Shawn as he started thrusting away at Kagome’s pussy. Her tits wobbled and bulged out from under her as she laid flat on the floor. Her hands took hold of her ankles to hold her position until Shawn was done fucking her pussy.

Shawn was rocking her body back and forth. Stuffing her pussy deep with his big dick. Kagome’s face was all red and sweaty. She was moaning loud and biting the carpet next to her mouth.

Shawn grabbed her shoulders and started giving her pussy long and powerful thrusts. His huge dick was nearly balls deep within her cunt. His balls hung and bounced off her stomach as he started pounding her again.

Kagome was pretty much rocking on her tits beneath her like a rocking chair as Shawn continued to pound her pussy harder and harder. Kagome came a dozen times but Shawn’s cock never gave in yet as he drilled her pussy deep. Nearly stretching her tight pussy apart, she felt the soft inside of her pussy rip at his massive dick hammering it.

He wanted to switch positions and had her doing a bridge, this time with her face up and with her arms and legs spread out. Her massive melons hung down her chest and sides but her huge puffy areolas and huge nipples pointed straight up at the ceiling. Shawn was lying under her and only lifted his lower part of his body up into her ass and part of her back. He moved his cock around between her thighs to find her creamy wet pussy. Once he found it, he immediately started pounding away. Thrusting and forcing his balls to beat her pussy hard.

Josh couldn’t believe the things her huge tits were doing. They bounced on her sides and then came inward together making loud slapping sounds. He made sure he got really close to her tits moving about her chest. He even moved so close that his eardrums were ready to pop at the sounds of her tits smacking. One giant tit even hit the cam, nearly knocking it out of his hands because he was to close, but that didn’t stop him from getting close ups.

Shawn paused for a moment to let his dick rest within her tight pussy walls. Feeling them surrounding his big dick and tighten their grip around it, he started pounding like a jackhammer into her pussy.

Kagome couldn’t take the intense pounding much longer and came a few times more. Shawn hadn’t cum yet and continued his assault on her cunt. Her juices flowed down his big cock and balls, leaking onto the floor. Shawn positioned her to sit on his dick, still facing away from him and him lying down. Her legs rested on his sides and his elbows were rubbing her feet as he held her by the waist and resumed fucking her pussy.

Kagome bounced high on Shawn’s dick. Her tits were flopping wildly on her chest and nearly hitting her face. She pushed her head back so her tits didn’t knock her out. Her pussy in a position, completely swallowing up Shawn’s huge dick. His balls smacked and pounded the outside of her pussy.

Their bodies were glistering with sweat. He moved his hands up to her enormous bouncing jugs, squeezing what he could of them and pinching her huge nipples.

Josh filmed as Shawn stretched her nipples from her massive tits, making her all ready foot long tits, look even longer. They jiggled with each thrust and impact on her pussy. Shawn could see the sides of her bulging stretch breasts and it drove him to immediately unload his hot cum inside Kagome.

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Coven’s Toy, Part 7

(Fetish, Witchcraft, TG, TF, consensual)

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6, first.

Synopsis: The rest of Tammy’s first-year adventures.

“Mistress, I was wondering. Yesterday, when we met Cassie, and that guy Eric.” Tammy said, tentatively.

Elizabeth braced herself. She had expected Tammy to have a question, after they bumped into that guy. “Yes?”

“He was a witch. Right? A female. And the Coven cast a spell that turned her into him. Could you turn me back into a male?”

“Oh Tammy. You need to get that thought out of your head.”

“But why? Not that I would want that.”

“Huh. Well, we won’t do it. Besides, what would you want? To go back to being old Tom?”

“No, of course not!”

“So, you’d want us to change you to be some young stud?”

“Well…” Tammy mumbled, now starting to feel sorry that she’d even brought up the subject.

“Tammy. We don’t like men, remember? Hell, you don’t like men.”

“But I like women. And guys like women.” She protested.

“Oh stop. The Coven would never agree to return you to being a male.” Elizabeth took a deep breath and then continued. “Actually, we tried it once, for one of our toys, and it was a disaster. He couldn’t handle it. Had a nervous breakdown and came back begging us to change him back to being a girl!

“It was terrible. We shooed him away, so he tried living as a transvestite and when that didn’t work for him. He committed suicide!”

“Oh my.” Tammy said, upset by the image.

“So, forget it. We are not in this to transform people. We are in this for our enjoyment. And that requires that we change men into women. Only.”

Elizabeth then hugged Tammy to her and kissed her. “Tammy, love, you are now, and will forevermore be a female. A beautiful and sexy woman. Enjoy it.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry I even brought it up. And I do enjoy being a woman.”

Elizabeth smiled, “even though you’re a very horny one?”

“Yes, even though I’m always horny and kinky and am currently being toyed with by a Coven of witches.”

And they both giggled as they kissed.

That evening they again crawled into bed, assumed their normal position with Beth leaning up against the headboard and Tammy curled up next to her legs, with her head on her hip, positioned within easy reach of her Mistress’ pussy.

As Tammy began gently scratching at Beth’s crotch with her long nails, she began relating her experiences with Mistress Sally.

“I imagine you know; Mistress Sally is really active in the whole Gay rights movement. She spends a lot of her time with the LGBTQ crowd. And she’s pretty much a dominant, like Rachel and Rebecca.”

“So, there was a lot of pain involved?” Beth asked. She reminded herself that she didn’t like inflicting pain to her lovers, but it still intrigued her.

“Well, no. Not so much pain, as in whipping, but as in bondage and humiliation.

“Mistress Sally kept me in leather harnesses most of the time, often with my arms secured behind my back. I spent much of my time helpless, and exposed.”

“Tell me about the outfits.”

“They weren’t really ‘outfits’. Just a bunch of leather straps, in elaborate patterns that bound my arms behind me, either in a reverse prayer, or with my elbows touching. My shoulders and arms used to ache terribly. But after a while they’d just get numb.

“And they cinched my breasts, making them stand out more and turn red and purple with restricted blood flow. That made them very sensitive and painful. And, of course I was in a leather corset, that a lot of the straps attached to.”

Tammy sighed, remembering.

“And there was a thick strap that ran between my legs, buckled to the front and back of the corset. And it held a big dildo in my pussy and, of course, a plug in my ass.”

“Of course.” Beth said, snickering.

“There were thigh straps too, linked together, that prevented me from taking big steps. It took me forever to get anywhere, and climbing steps was really difficult.”

“Was there anything else?” Beth asked, trying to picture the whole ensemble.

“Cuffs. I had cuffs on my wrists, biceps and ankles, too. And Mistress would connect them whenever she wanted to make it even harder for me to move or do anything.

“And, there was a very tall collar. A posture collar that had to be worked under my slave collar, and then laced up. It cupped my chin and held my head up and immobile. All I could do was look forward. I couldn’t twist side-to-side, or up-and-down. I really hated that thing.”

“She kept you like that all of the time?”

“Almost.”

“Well at least you didn’t have to do any chores. You couldn’t, all trussed up like that.” Maltepe Escort Beth said with a chuckle.

“Oh, she made me do chores. Even though I was so very tied up, and limited with what I could do.”

“Pray tell.”

Tammy sighed, again. “Well, she always had a number of gay friends around. Staying with her. Hell, there were representatives of every LGBTQ orientation. And some I’d never dreamed of. Beth, it was kind of scarry, and gross.”

“Never mind. Each to their own…”

“Well, they’d help Mistress in putting me to work and taking care of me, since I couldn’t do much.”

“Work, as in sex?” Beth asked, picturing weird orgies, involving varieties of sexual orientations.

“That too, but I’m just talking about housework and taking care of my body.

“It was just like in some of those porno movies, where the French maid has a feather duster, or a scrub brush gag strapped into her mouth. Well, that’s how I worked. I cleaned bathrooms, and dusted the entire house. With a gag and my mouth. With my arms strapped behind me, and wearing a stiff corset and posture collar. It was really tough.”

“I can imagine. Toilets, too?” Beth asked. Somehow more fascinated, than she would expect.

Tammy sighed. “Yes, bath tubs, shower stalls, and toilets.”

Beth shivered. It was disgusting, but as she pictured it in her mind, somehow arousing, too.

“And you mentioned, taking care of your body.”

“Well with my arms locked away, I couldn’t dress or feed myself, or use the bathroom without help.”

“Dress yourself? I thought sister Sally just kept you in the house, naked in your straps like that.”

“Well, occasionally Mistress would take me out to someone else’s house, for a party or a meeting. I’d wear a dress over my harness, or a coat to cover myself, until we arrived.”

“How would you wear a coat with your arms strapped?”

Lying there, Tammy shrugged, sort of. “They had fake arms, like a mannequin’s, they’d strap onto my shoulders, that would fill the sleeves. Those things had fake hands, in gloves on the ends. It looked like I was just walking with my arms swinging. When she took me out in public, like that, I got some strange looks, but most people didn’t even notice.”

“It must have been scary for you.”

“It was. I was frightened that someone might discover my predicament, and embarrassed by it too.”

“But what about your posture collar?”

“Oh, I wore it. They hid it, somewhat, with a scarf. But a lot of people saw it. I guess they assumed I had a broken neck of some such. It always made it so hard for me to see much of anything. All I could do was look straight ahead. If I had to look down, I had to bend at the waist, and my corset made that difficult.

“One time, there were a bunch of us. And after a meeting, they decided to go out to dinner at a restaurant. I was kind of hidden by the group, but once we were seated, I had to be fed like a baby. I wound up with a couple of gay guys, sitting on either side of me, who got a big kick out of feeding me, and wiping my chin, and talking baby-talk to me. It was so humiliating that I cried. And they enjoyed that too, because I couldn’t wipe my eyes. They had to do it. All the time laughing and giggling and making fun of their little girl.

“I could only imagine what the people at the tables around us were thinking. And that made it worse!”

Elizabeth was laying quietly listening, and enjoying Tammy’s gentle attentions as she ran her nails around her belly and thighs, and pussy.

And Tammy’s story, even though it was kind of sad, was also very erotic. And feeling the need, she reached down and whispered, “Tammy, lover, please.”

Tammy, understood, and even though the memories upset her, she understood that it was all very sexy and kinky and that her Mistress got turned on by the things that had been done with her and to her. So, she shifted until she was laying between Beth’s legs and went to work on her wet pussy with her mouth and tongue. Just as Beth like it. After all, Tammy had a lot of experience, as a toy, required to please her Mistresses.

It was obvious to both of them, that Beth was very horny and ready to come. She was soon panting, moaning and quivering and before long she reached her orgasm.

Tammy slowly helped her relax, with gentle kisses and licks, and finally she just laid her head on her Mistress’ tummy as she resumed tickling her skin with her nails.

They laid like that for quite a while, until Elizabeth sighed and reached down with both of her hands, and lovingly massaged her lover’s scalp. Tammy sighed, appreciating the feeling, but what she really wanted was an orgasm of her own.

But it was not to be.

“So, tell me about all of those LGBTQ friends of Sally’s. They took care of you? Did you have sex with them?”

“Yes,” sighing. “They fed me, and took me to the bathroom, and did my hair and makeup, when my arms were secured. Which was most of the time. Of course, they had to unbuckle my crotch strap to let me pee or poop, and then they’d often play with me, down there. Kartal Escort They described the molestation as a reward for services provided. At least that was their joke.

“I didn’t mind it so much, when it was a woman. The gay ones sometimes ate me out, which was nice. And the straight ones just treated me like a baby, which was embarrassing, but not so bad. It was the gay and TG guys that really bothered me.

“I can imagine. I know how turned off you, and Tom, are by sex with men.” Beth acknowledged.

“Some of those guys were locked away in chastity cages, but they made me suck on their cocks, cover and all. Of course, they couldn’t cum. So that made it a little less disgusting.

“But others took advantage and plugged their cocks into my ass. And fucked me there. For some reason they avoided my pussy, but I was relieved over that.

“It was the TG guys without chastity devices that really got to me. None of them actually screwed me. But they made me suck them off. They called their dicks, their ‘clitties’ and required me to give them head.

“That must have been difficult for you.”

“Oh Mistress, it was. I never thought I’d have to do that. I adore making love to real clits, but not to those cocks, pretending to be clits.”

“I’m sorry. Come up here and kiss me, my love.”

Tammy heaved a sigh, and slowly crawled up her Mistress’ body, careful not to drag her nipple jewelry over Beth’s sensitive nipples. Of course, the chains linked between her nipple rings dragged along her belly and chest, and made Beth shiver as they slid along her skin.

Beth smiled, as she heard the tinkle of Tammy’s clit bell as it swung between her legs. She knew how much the girl hated the thing, and how the constant jingling embarrassed her, but it was so sexy and kinky, Beth loved the thing.

Once Tammy was sprawled on top of her Mistress, Beth wrapped her arms around her and they kissed, and kissed again and again. And it made Tammy feel better, and calmed her.

Finally, Beth whispered into her ear, “was it that bad? Sucking those cocks?”

Tammy moaned, “as long as I didn’t think about what was in my mouth. If I just considered it to be a sucker or a warm popsicle, I was all right. But if I didn’t, or couldn’t because of what the guy was saying or doing, I got grossed out. And when they came, I always wanted to puke. But I never did.”

“You didn’t swallow, did you?” Beth asked, still gently whispering.

“No. I spit it out, usually onto their clothes.”

That made Beth giggle. “Oh, you nasty slut.”

And that made Tammy giggle too.

They kissed again, passionately, for a while, then.

Eventually Beth nudged Tammy onto her back and then reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a large vibrator.

Tammy was thrilled, she was as always, horny and anxious for relief. And she knew now, that her lovely Mistress was going to give her what she needed.

Beth, dildo in hand, slowly made her way down Tammy’s beautiful body, kissing and licking as she went.

She spent quite a while sucking on Tammy’s nipples, mainly on the jewelry, which she still found fascinating and very sexy.

Tammy enjoyed it, but she was really wanting that attention dedicated to her pussy. The big rings through her nipples, the cuffs that held them out, and the shields that covered so much of her areolas, prevented her from enjoying much of the attention Beth was lavishing on her breasts.

When Beth finished entertaining herself with the metal covered nipples, she moved quickly down to Tammy’s pussy, and its collection of rings, and the crazy clit ring and bell mounted there. The girl’s pussy was already very wet, and Beth tasted it as she first sucked the bell and ring into her mouth and wrapped her lips around Tammy’s stretched out clit.

Tammy moaned and shivered at the contact. And when Beth applied her tongue to the sensitive bud, Tammy orgasmed, right then.

“My, you’re a horny girl.” Beth mumbled around the metal and flesh still in her mouth.

Tammy couldn’t quite make out the words, but the movement and vibrations sent even more electric shocks up through her body. And she cried out in exquisite pleasure.

Her breathing, restricted by her ever-present corset, came in quick pants, and they were both afraid, for a few moments that she would pass out. So, Beth stopped sucking and just laid quietly with the ring, bell and clit still held in place.

Once Tammy relaxed and caught her breath, Beth released her hold on her clit and shifted down a bit to the girl’s pussy. She stuck her tongue in as far as she could, feeling the rings that pierced her labia on her cheeks.

Tammy moaned again and before long she was squirming and lost in another orgasm.

After Tammy had again calmed down, Beth remained laying between her legs, with her head resting on her tummy.

It was a reverse of their usual positioning for storytelling.

“Tammy?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Didn’t you have sex with sister Sally?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. Most nights I slept with her. Sometimes she’d fasten me Kurtköy Escort to her bed. Other times she’d hog-tie me and position me between her legs, so I could eat her.”

“Hog-tie? That must have been difficult.”

“It was. After she had her orgasms. She’d usually leave me like that for the rest of the night. In the morning she’d release me and it would take me almost an hour to stretch out the kinks, and get my muscles to work again. And it hurt a lot!”

“Oh, poor dear. Did she ever return the favor?”

“Yes, she did, but not as nicely or as often as you do.”

“Oh, you’re a dear,” Beth said as she crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to wash up a bit.

When she returned, she took Tammy’s place in the bed, as she left to take her turn in the bathroom. She took much longer in there as she had to perform her enema ritual and redo her makeup and hair. A toy always had to look nice for her Mistress.

They cuddled for a while, kissing lightly before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning, after breakfast, they took care of normal every-day tasks. Tammy did her chores around the house and Elizabeth huddled in her office, on her computer.

Bored with their routine, they went out for lunch, and some retail therapy.

After visiting a couple of shops, Elizabeth informed Tammy that they had an errand to run.

“Oh, where?”

Elizabeth held off for a few minutes, building suspense, “I got a call from sister Donna. She ordered a new set of corsets for you from the corsetier.”

“Oh no.”

“Yes, she wants you at eighteen inches when you get to her house.”

“Oh Beth, please no, I can barely breath now. At eighteen, I’ll be fainting all of the time.”

“I’m sorry Tammy, but that’s what Donna expects. Actually, I think she likes it when you faint. It turns her on, somehow. And it does make you more delicately feminine, like in the old days when women ‘swooned'”. And she laughed, at the idea.

Tammy didn’t think it was funny at all. “I’m more feminine than most.”

“And hornier than most, too.” Beth added, still laughing.

Tammy just grunted, angrily.

An hour later, they left the corsetier with a half dozen, new, custom-made corsets that when closed, would force Tammy’s waist down to a fantastically small eighteen inches. And the design included a two-inch pipestem, waist, too.

When Tammy had tried them on, she was horrified. The woman at the shop laced them up to twenty inches, but with the new silhouette, the pipe-stem was already making it harder for her to breathe. She could only imagine how terrible it would be for her when the things were fully closed. Like Mistress Donna would insist upon.

She’d read up on corsets since she’d been forced into her first one, by Donna. They did force your organs into unnatural positions, and it could be damaging in the long run. She prayed that, once she didn’t have to wear the things anymore that her body would recover.

She remembered Donna explaining that her core muscles would weaken as her body became used to, and dependent on the support the heavily boned corsets provided. That was confirmed whenever she took a shower. Her belly and ribs ached as she stood and washed, and bending down was very difficult, because her muscles were so weak.

Damn, this was going to make her life even more miserable.

As they were driving home, she asked, “Beth, I thought that all of the changes to my body were to be completed during the first year. Now Mistress Donna is doing more to me. That’s not right.”

“Now Tammy. I believe I told you that it was the normal practice. It’s not a rule. Any of us can enhance you further, if we want. Any time, until your time with us is complete. You’ll live with your new corsets, like you have with your older ones.”

Tammy sat quietly after that. Dreading her future.

As they were entering Elizabeth’s neighborhood, she broke into Tammy’s sullen musings. “I do have a question for you. Do you want me to slowly work you into your new corsets? You know, lace you into them a little of a time, over the rest of your time with me.”

Elizabeth paused, to give Tammy a chance to think.

“So you’ll be ready for Mistress Donna. Otherwise, I’m sure she’ll lace you down to eighteen, as soon as you walk in her door, and the big jump will really hurt you.”

Tammy debated with herself for just a moment. She knew it was the smart thing to do, but still hesitated to agree to the plan. It would hurt so, and be so very uncomfortable. And she didn’t really want to spend the rest of her time with Beth being tortured by the damned new corsets. She was enjoying her life with Beth too much. They were the happiest times she’d had in months.

Seeing her hesitate, Beth nudged her along. “Lover. You know it’s the smart thing to do.”

Tammy sighed, “Yes, Mistress. You’re right. It would be best.”

Beth nodded, while she pulled into her driveway. As soon as they walked through the door, Elizabeth followed Tammy into their room, where she helped her strip off her older corset and then laced her into one of the new ones. She started with just tightening the thing to twenty inches. With its taller waist it was still more difficult and painful for Tammy, and she moaned and groaned as she tried to move and breath, in the admittedly pretty and erotic undergarment.

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Chapter VI: Converts

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS TRUE. ALL EVENTS AND BEHAVIOR ARE FAITHFUL ACCOUNTS OF PAST EVENTS, ALTHOUGH NAMES HAVE BEEN ALTERED TO PROTECT MY POSTERIOR AND KEEP ME OUT OF COURT. WRITER’S LICENSE AND HUMBLE DISCRETION HAVE BEEN USED WHERE AND WHEN I FELT IT EXPEDIENT TO AVOID ADVERSITY OR TO ENHANCE EPISODE INTERVALS.

* * * * *

The reverend Ronnie Joe and I sat talking over coffee in my kitchen. Neither of us had any clothing on, as it had just been too much trouble to get dressed after our cooperative gratification of my fiancé’s long unfulfilled fantasy. Susie was recuperating in the bedroom from the enjoyment of her two-lover fantasy and his wife had retired to their house after being thoroughly satiated the night before. In the background, we could hear the neighborhood awakening to another Saturday of weekend chores and fun. We knew it wouldn’t be long before the pre-holiday reverie would be broken by the demands of our lives and families.

“Ronnie,” I said, “Now that we’ve corrupted you totally, how do you feel?”

He sat quietly for several seconds, obviously deep in thought. Then he answered carefully, “I don’t exactly understand my feelings at the moment. You kids did not, as you suggested, corrupt me. Every man is master of his own actions and should never blame anyone but himself if he fails in his own expectations. To say that I feel I’ve done something wicked would be untrue because I can’t feel that anything which brought so much enjoyment to so many of us could really be evil. Sexual gratification between agreeable adults (you’ll notice I didn’t use the word consenting) I CAN NOT denounce.

“Because I’m a minister, certain factions of society expect me to be above personal enjoyment. Whether or not the members of my congregation would understand and accept my having extramarital sex, even with my wife’s permission, is certainly open to debate. I suppose I’m still a bit in the old monogamous fidelity mode, as the thought of them finding out does give me pause.”

“Sounds to me like you’re trying to convince yourself that you’ve done no wrong,” I speculated. “If it’s any help, my opinion is that you’ve done nothing immoral. How can performing such a vital service, as well as providing so much happiness, for four people be considered sinful?”

“Interesting viewpoint. I like to think I’ve given something worthwhile to everyone”, Ronnie sighed. “It is difficult to just forget my religious education and conservative upbringing though.”

“Then don’t forget your beliefs. Add to them. If your deity is as loving as I’ve always heard, then surely sharing that love can not be evil. My personal theology is one of open mindedness,” I mused. “As an example, I am totally heterosexual. Yet I’m more than willing to allow someone else to enjoy homosexuality, as long as they don’t try to force their beliefs on me. By the same token, I would be untrue to my own beliefs if I either tried to convert that person, or more importantly, if I condemned them for their actions and preferences”.

“In other words, anything goes as long as the participants are willing, right?” Ronnie thought for a moment more then asked, “How do you feel about sadism, or bestiality, or sex with children?”

“O.K.” I answered. “You’ve got me. I admit there must be limits. It’s difficult to set those limits though, I think you’ll have to agree. Let’s you and I, for the purpose of this discussion and our own peace of mind, prescribe our boundaries as just plain, normal, heterosexual relationships. That sound O.K. to you?”

“You are a smooth talker, you are! I’m not sure but I think I’ve just made a pact with the Devil. I don’t suppose you believe in him either, do you?”

“Not as a red colored, horned, forked tailed entity”, I laughingly replied. “I believe that both the decency and the evil of the world are merely manifestations of human thought. I once heard it said that heaven and hell are merely conditions of the mortal mind. I think I can accept that statement.”

Ronnie studied me for several long seconds before he continued, “Have you ever thought about being a minister? I’ll bet you could out-talk Beelzebub himself if you put your mind to it”.

Grinning at the thought, I ventured, “The closest I’ve ever come to considering preaching is my fantasy of forming my own church. Yeah! It’d be called The First Church Of Computer Science. Of course, I get to program the computer!”

Ronnie groaned, “Is that all you ever think of? There’s more to life than sex, you know. Don’t you have any plans for the future?”

“Sir!” I reprimanded. “Stand at attention when you mention sex to me. I’ll have you know I have nothing BUT plans for the future! I intend to start on them right after I finish screwing every female on the planet!”

“You’re hopeless,” he laughed.

We talked about many things, as friends are wont to do when they’re getting to know one another. A couple of hours of good-humored joshing and almost three pots of coffee later, Ronnie decided he’d better head home. Before he left though, he asked me if Pendik Escort I’d be willing to attend his church sometime. Probably because we’d been enjoying each other’s company and stories, I was in a particularly congenial mood and agreed before I thought about it.

Within the hour, Ronnie’s wife Dianna came over and asked me what in the world I’d said to him. Oblivious to my nudity she told me he was happier than she’d seen him in years and he couldn’t stop talking about me. Somehow or other, according to Ronnie, I’d promised to come to his church and talk to the congregation! I found it difficult to speak with my chin bouncing off my knees while Dianna threw her arms around me and tried to roto-route my tonsils.

“Oh that’s so wonderful of you,” she gushed. “We’ve been having trouble keeping our flock coming recently. I just know the people who are there tomorrow will love you and they’ll tell others. Before long our little church will be overflowing again!”

The difficulty of biting back a scathing, “and so will the collection plate,” was magnificently rewarded when she pinned me against the kitchen counter with her gyrating body, kissed me passionately and exited with an, “Oh thank you, thank you!”

I stood dumfounded, pointing at the door that had just closed behind her. No wonder I jumped three feet straight up without my feet leaving the floor when Susie asked, “What was that all about? Do you always point with that?”

Sheepishly I grinned, “I think I just became a minister”.

Susie, still quite nude herself, stared at my naked body for a minute. Then she jeered, “Talk about letting the fox loose in the hen house! Letting you preach in church is about like making Hitler a Rabbi! Are you going to do it? ‘Cause if you are, there’s no way I’m gonna’ miss this!”

I managed to stammer out, “I don’t know. Ronnie and I were just shooting the bull, or at least that’s what I thought we were doing. I gotta’ call him”.

As I moved to pick up the phone, Susie pulled my body against hers and said, “Hey, it might be interesting. You’re always telling me how sexy churches are”.

“Right! I can hear it now! I’m going to say, “Brothers and sisters, take off your clothes and we’ll explore the religious temples of our bodies together,” I sniggered. “You know that’s not a bad idea. Maybe I could do something with that”.

Then as Susie pulled me to the floor with her, I mumbled, “I’ll think about it later!” Eventually we finished our interruption in the bedroom. When she was finally satisfied and dozing peacefully, I quietly slipped out to call Ronnie.

He confirmed that I was invited to speak from his pulpit the following day. I asked how we had gotten from a friendly suggestion that I attend his church to my being a guest speaker. Ronnie apologized and admitted he might have gotten a bit carried away. A BIT?

Like a dummy I agreed to accompany him to his church and said I would give a short talk. No restrictions were to be placed on my elocution and he promised he would back up anything I said. Talk about pressure! I liked the man and surely didn’t want to see him burned at the stake, much less frighten away his source of income.

Throughout the evening and deep into the early hours of Sunday morning I wrote and discarded a multitude of notes, thoughts and foolishness. The ideas that came to me were all within the limits of conventional religious doctrine and platitudes.

Ten o’clock in the morning found me in Ronnie’s office with no more idea what I should say than I had envisioned twenty-four hours earlier. He said to relax and I would do just fine. Easy enough to say for a guy who practiced his speaking skills every week. Perhaps, I thought, the audience wouldn’t be able to hear me over the noise of my knees knocking together.

The service started with me sitting on the podium like someone who belonged and had at least a vague idea why they were there. After an opening prayer and several welcome (for the delay) songs, Ronnie introduced me simply as a guest speaker. At least this relieved me of having to live up to a title.

I stood, looked out at the small congregation and discovered a hidden gift. I enjoyed the attention of being the star attraction. Within the first few seconds I realized these people were a captive audience and would listen to whatever I said. They also would accept most of it as (no pun intended) gospel and were subject to the power of my voice.

I carefully scanned the dozen or so people before me and took a moment to make eye contact with each one before I spoke. I carefully avoided looking lower as at least a third of the people present were short skirted and attractive. If Susie hadn’t had the foresight to bring a tape recorder, I would never have known what I said.

“Sisters and brothers, ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys,” I began slowly, allowing myself a few extra moments to think.

“In the interest of truth and honesty I must first tell you I am not a man of God. Actually, I am a man who has questioned the very existence of a supreme deity Anadolu Yakası Escort throughout my life.

Does this make me an atheist?

No! This only makes me a searcher for evidence. For I maintain, that atheism is as dedicated a theological conviction, as is any mainstream religion. A true atheist can declare (with the same conviction as a bible-thumping preacher proclaims his belief in God) that THERE IS NO GOD! I can not do that, but neither can I argue the opposite.

The original concept of a supreme being was mans attempt to explain the unexplainable. I am neither so conceited nor so articulate as to believe that I can improve upon that concept.

Admittedly, I refuse to accept the normal depiction of a white bearded, old man in flowing robes as a manifestation of deity.

My God is nature and the world within which we live.

My God is the goodness and love of humans interacting with each other.

My God is the people of this world who give of themselves unto others so we may all live in peace, harmony and share a bit of happiness one with another.

My God is the nurse who cares enough to give that extra little bit, beyond what’s required, to bring comfort to the ailing.

My God is the caregiver who helps an elderly patient through their infirmities and ignores their cantankerous attitude.

My God is the teacher who continues to share their knowledge despite the small pittance our society shares with them.

I pointedly turned to look at Ronnie Joe and his then at his family as I said, My God is the minister who suffers poverty and witnesses his family do without necessities to comfort – and guide – and care for his congregation.

My devil!

My devil is not a red colored demon with a forked tail and an evil leer.

My devil is the hoodlum who wantonly destroys property and feelings of security ‘just for the fun of it

My devil is any person who would willfully bring pain to another being!

My devil is the leader who conveys his followers to destruction in the name of power and personal glory.

My devil is any person who says you must believe and act a certain way because that’s the way they believe and choose to act.

My devil is any being or concept which deprives me of the license to shape my own future.

My devil is anyone who forcibly separates me from my loved ones.

My devil is anything or anyone who deprives those loved ones of their security.

My devil is anyone who would take away our freedom.

Which brings me to freedom.

Freedom, as defined by the president of Amway and probably badly misquoted by me, is the right to stand in the middle of a room and swing your arms about yourself without restraint.

Freedom ceases when the tips of your fingers begin to hit other people.

After a calculated pause, I continued, Freedom is the right to walk a different road than most of society. As long as you don’t trespass on someone’s sacred property or personal space I believe it is and should be acceptable to explore alternate, uncharted paths.

This doesn’t mean I’m totally immune from prejudices when I encounter someone with a different moral code, or a different political attitude or even a different fashion style than mine.

When I see a man with long hair and an earring, I admit I’m a bit put off by his countenance. Surprisingly, the few individuals of this description I’ve encountered have turned out to be both pleasant to know and usually are easy to like and become friends with.

Some while back I began to associate with a man who runs a motorcycle shop in town. Through this association, several ladies and gentlemen who are best (carefully) described as bikers have become acquaintances. I admit it was eye opening for me when not only were these people quite nice but both helpful and caring.

My prejudiced attitudes were emphasized for me one night when my car broke down in the rain. It was after two in the morning and I managed to pull into the parking lot at Capital Hill shopping center. Do you have any idea how deserted that lot is at that hour of the morning even though you’re on Central?

Had I wanted to burglarize one of the stores I suspect there would have been a multitude of blue clad knights in black and white cruisers there to deter such thoughts.

This particular morning all I had for company was the sound of rain ticking on the roof of my car. Then I heard a low rumble, which quickly became an earsplitting thunder as the noise echoed from the buildings encircling the horseshoe shaped expanse of the parking lot.

Sure enough I had attracted the attention of a group of LEATHER CLAD knights astraddle two wheeled steeds. One fuzzy faced individual with an open vest and no shirt knocked on my window. Fear of reprisal compelled me to open my sanctuary to the wet morning and the equally wet knight.

He smiled and called me by name (much to my surprise as I wasn’t aware any of the bikers really knew me that well) and asked if he could help. I told him I had evidently İstanbul Escort flooded my car on one of the many puddles on Central and the battery was low from trying to start it. Directing me to stay inside my vehicle where it was dry, he told me to pop the hood. Then he asked one of the other bikers for his shirt.

After drying out my wiring and distributor with the shirt, the group put their shoulders to my car and gave me a push start. When I offered to pay, they were almost insulted. Then they followed me most of the way home to make sure I didn’t flood out again. All this mind you while they were getting wet and cold themselves.

I would have to say that is my idea of true religion. Helping others and giving of yourself without prejudice or reservation even if it causes you discomfort.

Should I be asked if I believe in God, I would probably immediately answer with an emphatic, “No!”

Yet, I do believe in the sanctimony within each and every person. I believe we form our own theocracies in our minds. What is any religion except mental beliefs and attitudes?

Should I condemn someone because they were brought up to think and believe differently than me?

Is it wrong to believe that there is a white robed individual directing everything on this planet?

Is Allah a lesser deity than God?

Am I so significant that I can judge another person’s attitudes and concepts?

I may not agree with someone’s moral concepts.

I may not agree with their views on religion.

I may violently disagree with your – or your – or your politics!

But I realize more and more as I grow in experience that this very diversity of ideas is what makes this earth of ours such a wonderful place to live. Personally, I love to experience new theories and learn about different cultures.

Maybe I just love people.

I know I love the bodies we inhabit and I find them quite beautiful. At the risk of raised eyebrows I add to that statement, male as well as female. No, I have no questions about my sexuality and I definitely have no interest in men except as partners for women.

I probably should have been a nudist because I truly enjoy looking at unclothed people. If I seem a bit prejudiced here toward the females in the group, I refuse to apologize.

I also enjoy watching humans procreate. The act of physical love is exciting to most people as evidenced by the fascination to its various aspects we witness everyday from the advertising industry. Were our population not so hung up on sex I sometimes wonder if anything would ever be sold.

Do YOU enjoy looking at the opposite sex unclothed?

Tell me “no!” Then deny your interest the next time a scantily clad model appears on your TV in a commercial. Tell me “no” and I suspect I might find the type of person who will lie about important things also.

Teasing you pastor the other night I told him I have often fantasized about starting my own church. It would be the First Church Of Computer Sex! And I would get to program the computer.

We shared a good laugh, but as I was thinking about my talk this morning, I remembered that conversation. Should such a church be founded, I can guarantee you the congregation would quickly become quite large. Would this be wrong? Would this be evil? My answer would have to be a profound and emphatic, NO!

Is sex ever evil? Now there’s a topic for several months of fruitless discussion.

Personally, I would say no, sex is never evil!

Possibly, there is someone in this chapel today who disagrees with me.

We could argue, discuss and cuss each other until we both turned blue from lack of air and neither of us would probably change our opinion. Who would be right and who would be wrong?

Each of us, in this room today, has already answered that question in the last few seconds to ourselves. Based on our upbringing, our attitudes and yes (that nasty word again) our prejudices we have declared our positions to our own minds.

AND YOU ARE RIGHT!

and I am right,

for everyone is always righteous in the privacy of their own mind. Every individual justifies their own attitudes to themselves.

AND BY GOLLY, no one had better say anything differently because we all know that our way is the only right way!

I leave you with the following challenge. Open your minds, you hearts and share your love with one another.

The man upon whom this whole concept of religion is based is purported to have said, “Love yee one another!”

Again, I paused long enough to make eye contact with every member of my captive audience, before I concluded with:

I challenge everyone within the sound of my voice today to think carefully upon those words. Ask yourself if you have truly taken them to your heart! Ask yourself if you have given totally of your body and of your mind to fulfill this simple command.”

I sat down to the echo of a multitude of “Amen’s”. I noticed Ronnie Joe seemed momentarily at a loss for words. He sat for several lengthy seconds before slowly rising and standing silently at the podium. There he said, “Brother Leo told me he was unable to prepare his words in advance, even though he spent many hours trying to plan his talk for this morning. I’m sure he will deny this, even to himself, but if ever I heard an inspired sermon that was it.”

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I grew up in a family with four sons, with me being the oldest and the youngest being born eight years after me. When we were growing up, a lady named Linda would come over to our house to babysit and help with housework three days per week while my parents worked. She did this for years, and obviously became friendly with my family. Now that one of my younger brothers was in high school, two were in college, and I had just graduated, she obviously did not need to babysit any of us anymore. However, she would always have the four of us over to her house around Christmas for a spaghetti dinner, just to keep in touch.

This little tradition was especially nice for me, and I suspect my brother Matt, as we had both tagged her when we were in high school and she was still coming over to the house to watch our younger brothers. I was the first to do so, and once I found out that he had fucked her as well, we ended up double teaming her once at our house. And now every time I saw her, no matter what the environment, I would try to sneak away with her for a few minutes and get a quickie in…for old times’ sake, of course.

Linda is about 5’4″, slightly over 100 pounds, blue eyes, black hair which is dyed blond, and has a nice, thin body with a great combination of curves and legs for an older woman. The whole time I have known Linda, she has been willing to do almost anything to please you, and I really began to understand how far she was willing to go as I got older. While I’m not sure exactly how old she is, I believe that she was in her late forties when this story occurred; making her the definition of hot, mature MILF.

On the evening we were scheduled to go over to Linda’s house for dinner, we all drove over together in the same car. I know that Matt and I had a little something on our mind, but I’m not sure if my younger two brothers had ever done anything with Linda or if they never had the pleasure. Anyways, Matt and I were mumbling about our hopes and ambitions on the car ride over, and I wouldn’t doubt that my younger brothers had overheard us to some degree.

After about a twenty minute ride, we arrived at her house and parked on the street. The four of us walked up to the door together and rang the doorbell. After a brief moment’s wait, the door opened and our jaws almost hit the floor. A smiling Linda was standing before us at the door in nothing but a skimpy little red skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks, a green, silk bra, and white fishnet stalkings. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she wanted to get down and dirty tonight!

“Hello boys!” she exclaimed as we walked in, giving us all a big hug as walked past her into the foyer. “Dinner is still cooking on the stove, so I figured that I could provide you a little appetizer. You know, just to wet your appetite.” Wide-eyed stares and lustful expressions of pure desire looked back at her. No one really knew what to say, but I’m sure that the four tents in our pants said all that was necessary.

“Why don’t you boys take off your shoes and come on over here to the family room and make yourselves comfortable,” she said as she guided us to the room to the right of the foyer. However, just as I slipped my shoes off and was about to make my way into the other room, she gently grabbed my hand and said, “Marc, why don’t you follow me upstairs and we can get things started. You’re the oldest, so you can get first helpings.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice! As she strutted upstairs in front of me, her hand still guiding mine, my brothers gawked in lascivious envy as they made their way to the family room. Leaving them behind me, I eagerly turned my attention back to Linda. As she led me up the stairs, I could practically see her pussy lips underneath that skimpy red skirt of hers as she walked. I could hardly believe this was really happening, and I could not wait to get to where we were going!

Once we reached the hallway at the top of the stairs, we did not proceed all the way down to the master bedroom like I had anticipated, but rather she pulled me into a little side room on the left that had nothing but empty carpet space on the floor. After entering, she locked the door behind us and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I hope you don’t mind this as your Christmas present,” she said as she slowly grinded herself up against my already stiff erection and stared seductively up into my eyes.

“Baby, I don’t want anything else,” I replied. She leaned up to kiss me, and I eagerly met her as our lips mashed together. There was no taking it slow; our tongues were tangling in the crevasses of each other mouths in no time. There was barely a moment to breath as I grabbed her ass with one hand and wrapped the other around the back of her beautiful blond hair. I pulled her in close, and my raging boner was soon pressed up against her bare stomach. As we continued to make out fervently, my cock ground against her body, itching to get out of my pants.

She then pulled her mouth away and broke our embrace, and turned herself around in Pendik Escort my arms so that the rock hard bulge in my pants was right up against her ass cheeks. I once again pulled her body in close to mine and gyrated my hips right up on her. She knew that I was more than ready to go.

After rubbing my arms for a moment, she bent over in front of me, pushing her rear end right up against my crotch. As she did so, I took my shirt off in anticipation of what was to come. She then turned to face me and said, “I saved my ass just for you, because I know how much you love it. You’re going to be only one who fucks me there tonight. But first, I have to lube you up.”

With the most licentious, lustful look in her eyes that I have ever seen on a woman, she slowly turned around and got on her knees in front of me. Taking off her silky green bra and tossing it to the side, she then went for my pants. Undoing my belt and my zipper with her petite hands, they soon fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. Next came my underwear. My raging boner popped right out into her face, which made her smile even more. She glanced that devious smile up at me one more time, and then slid her head forward to take my manhood into her mouth. As her warm lips engulfed the head of my cock and she began to lick around its’ head, I instantly felt my knees weaken as I moaned out in pleasure. She slowly started to bob her head back and forth, letting her soft lips and her moist tongue work their magic. After a few moments my hips pushed forward, slowly feeding her some more of my 7 inch penis. She willingly and skillfully accepted my advances, and glanced up at me with her baby blue eyes as she did so. She then placed one of her little hands tightly around the base of my shaft and took the rest of my cock into her mouth each time her head went forward. Her pace began to quicken, but her tongue was still skillfully working the head and tip of my meat as she sucked. The entire time her innocent little eyes were glancing up at me and my moans of ecstasy. She may have been pushing 50, but the head she gave was as good as any on this earth. I felt like I was coming to cum soon, so I put a hand on the back of her head and really began force-feeding her my cock. However, she did not want me to explode in her mouth, but rather wanted me to take her ass. She knew I was close, so after a few moments she pulled her head off.

She then leaned back, turned around, and got down on all fours. She then reached back and spread her butt cheeks, exposing her beautifully tight little rosebud to be. She licked two of her fingers and slowly began to finger her rear hole, preparing it for the onslaught that was surely about to come. As I stood there watching this stunning scene from a few feet away and gently stroking my moist rod she glanced back at me, ass cheeks spread apart, and said, “Come and have your way with me.”

I was on it! I got on my hands and knees and approached her from behind. Leaning forward, I licked all the way from her pussy right up to her asshole, and then spit a giant glob of saliva right where I had left off. I worked it around with my fingers for a few moments, and then placed my bulging penis at the entrance to her rear end. She put her face down on the carpet, submissively glanced back at me, and used both of her hands to spread her cheeks. Not being able to wait any longer, I pressed my cockhead right up against her asshole and plowed it forward.

“OOHHH MARC IT’S SO BIG! OH IT’S SO BIG!” Linda pelted out as it popped right in. She was as tight as can be, and I kept ramming my piece forward. “OOHH, UUHH, UUUUHHHH, BABY, AAAAHHHH,” she kept shrieking out as I worked my way deeper and deeper into her. I was in heaven. After I had gotten my cock about one third of the way in, I slowly pulled out, admired the beautiful gape that I had just made, and sent another giant gob of spit onto her rear hole and plowed back in. After slowly and gradually pressing forward for a few moments I had about half of my meat in her. She was loosening up just enough for me to start sawing in and out of her, so I began to speed up my thrusts. I grabbed onto her hips for leverage, and went to town. Every time that I plowed into her I was plowing her face down into the carpet, which caused her to moan and in pain and submission.

“You like getting fucked in the ass, don’t you baby? You like that fat dick in there?” I implored her with each degrading thrust.

“Oh yes, daddy. Give it to me, daddy. Give me your fat cock,” she whimpered back. I then grabbed both of her hands and held them together at the wrist on her back, leaving nothing but the side of her face to bear the weight of her body as I seemingly fucked her into the ground. I could feel the inside of her ass tightly gripping my bulging cock with each thrust, and then it struggling not to rip as I continued to ruthlessly plow in and out her. I then got up on one knee to get a better angle at her ass, and really started to go to town. Almost my entire length was disappearing into Anadolu Yakası Escort her, and her cries were as loud as ever. Then I felt her body tighten around my rod, and it sent me over the edge. I rammed my cock forward one last time and held it there, slowly humping as I felt my balls tingle and a huge load of hot cum rise through my manhood. My hips thrusted forward and as I exploded into her, she squealed out in sexual ecstasy as she felt stream after stream of my spunk get deposited deep in her insides.

Breathing heavy and out of breath, I pressed forward with one last thrust and then pulled out of her. As I stayed there on my knees, catching my breath and enjoying the scene, she slowly wheeled around and started stroking my cock. Down on all fours and looking up to me with those seductive, taboo eyes, she said, “I wouldn’t want you to go downstairs all dirty on my account,” and then plopped my penis into her mouth and started to lick it clean. I was in awe, as I had never had anyone do that for me in all my years. It felt awesome, and just reinforced the fact that she really was a horny, mature slut when it came to young cock.

Once she had licked me clean, I threw my clothes back on. As I was walking out the door, she wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear, “You can send your next brother upstairs now.” I could not believe that she was going to put out like this for all four of us; she was incredible!

After sending my next brother upstairs with a nice slap on the ass, I went to get a drink and then clean up a little in the bathroom. I just relaxed in the Family room and watched the tube as Linda worked her way through all three of my brothers, all of them coming downstairs after their personalized sessions with a glazed over look of satisfaction in their eyes. After they all had come back downstairs and we were all in the same room, I was about to ask them what she down for each of them when Linda came back downstairs. She stood at the entranceway to the room just as she had looked when she answered the door earlier in the evening, in her skimpy red skirt and green bra. Her hair was a little disheveled, but it was not bad at all for having just been ravaged four times by four horny young studs.

“Well, I certainly worked up an appetite. Dinner is served,” she said as she now led the way through the foyer to the dining room. The table was already set, and as we ate we all got to enjoy the sight of Linda’s scantily clad body, especially as she worked her way around the table serving us.

After eating heartily and relaxing at the table for a few minutes, all the boys went back to the family room and threw on the TV while Linda cleaned up the table. I was sure to snap the seat where I could see her as he walked back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen.

By now I think everyone was recovered from earlier and were eagerly wondering about and anticipating the possibility of a round two. At least that is what the bulge in everyone’s pants was telling me. I was not sure myself, but there is nothing quite like a good fuck or blowjob after a good meal.

After waiting in anticipation, Linda finally came back in to the living room. “Well,” she said as she stood in the middle of the room, “just as I had been the appetizer, I’ll offer myself up for dessert as well. That is, if you would like to indulge,” she said with a wink. “But this time, I think we should all eat together. You are brothers, after all.”

The room became eerily silent for a moment. No one really knew what to say or how to handle the situation. As is typically true, everyone was a bit apprehensive about whipping your dick out while being so close to other guys, especially blood relatives. As we all glanced around the room at other with a mix of eager and anxious looks on our faces, one of brothers muttered apprehensively, “we’ve never done anything like this all together before,” as he glanced around at all of our eyes.

“Well I’ve never taken on four cocks at once before either, so it will be a first time for all of us,” Linda impishly replied with a naughty grin on her face.

Rising out of my seat, I walked over towards Linda so that I was standing in front of her and towering over her. “It looks like we’re just going to have to break you in then,” I said, and then proceed to drop my pants around my ankles and let me dick plop out.

Gazing mischievously up into my eyes, she unhurriedly wrapped her slender fingers around penis and began to jerk my rod as she dropped to her knees. As she began to bring my almost rock hard cock to full attention, she pronounced, “Come on in boys; you’re missing out on all the fun.”

That was all it took, and my brothers were dropping their pants and hustling over to Linda in no time. Before we knew it, she was surrounded by a hard cock on all sides, with each one bulging and eager to sucked. As they all took off their shirts, all three of them nudged over to try and get their rods right in Linda’s face, in hopes that she should İstanbul Escort choose theirs to start sucking off. Since I was the first one to drop my pants in front of her, as well as the oldest, I placed my hands on the back of her head and guided her onto my meat. She opened her mouth and willingly accepted over half of my length right away. She wrapped her red lips around my shaft and I guided her head back and forth, with her skilled tongue caressing the underside of my dick. We were all so eager to have her again that this was far rougher than the head I had gotten before, but she still felt amazing as I rammed it farther and farther into her face.

With my brothers all enviously stroking their dicks, Matt, who was standing to my left, was finally bold enough to pull her off of my rod and over to his 8 inch monster. She quickly engulfed his shaft and started bobbing her head back and forth on his cock just as she had with mine. While it sucked letting her go, I knew that is how this ultimately had to work. Although that did not make me not want her back any less. To satisfy myself in the meantime, I reached down and started playing with her breasts. As a kind of thank you gesture she reached up and started jerking me off with one hand, and then did the same to my youngest brother Paul with the other. As she did so, she moved her head over to the other side of Matt and my brother John’s long, thin rod, taking it almost all the way down her throat. She then wrapped her lips tightly around it and worked her way back and forth along almost his entire length. John did not even have to force or guide her, but rather just tilted his head back and moaned in orgasmic pleasure. Her skill truly was beautiful to watch.

Linda then turned her head to the side and let John sensually fuck her cheek as her attention turned to tugging on Matt and my bulging cocks, which were the biggest of the bunch. As soon as she let John’s penis slide out of her mouth, both Matt and I stuck our dicks forward to the point that they accidently rubbed against each other and tried to guide her head over to our respective rods. Matt’s huge piece was the first to find its’ way into her open mouth, as she started to work her way back down the line. Now jerking John and Paul, she let Matt’s wide shaft spread her beautiful lips. We could all hear Matt’s lustful grunts as she willingly accepted his advances.

A moment later, Matt’s cock popped out of Linda’s mouth, and although he tried to slide it back in I was able to guide her attention over to me. She quickly engulfed my meat, with her eyes naughtily glancing up to mine as she did so. As started to suck me, she moved both of her hands over to work Matt’s hard prick, hoping to still please him despite the fact that she had just turned her oral attention elsewhere. I subsequently grabbed her head with both hands and began to force feed her my cock, trying to make the most of my few moments of bliss before she decided to switch. She hungrily took my thrusts, as both John and Paul were now playing with her exposed breasts.

After shoving my meat all the down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds so that my balls were right on her chin, I subsequently turned her head and started fervently pushing the underside of my shaft right up against her cheek without even giving her a chance to breath. She gagged for a moment and pulled her head off of my meat. She quickly sat back on her heels so that we would not instantly fill her mouth with cock once again, and while still tugging on a penis she smiled up at us and chuckled while saying, “Easy now boys, I’ll get to all of you. There’s plenty of this to go around.”

At this point, she turned her concentration to Paul, who was standing to my left. Eagerly pushing his manhood forward, he started pumping her mouth full of his 6.5 inch piece as soon as she could take it. Struggling to get a hold of it at first, she soon found her rhythm and began to willing accept his thrusts through her tightly wrapped lips. Now guiding her head with her hands, she sucked on the full length of his rod while simultaneously fondling both John and my balls.

As she continued to work her way around the four or us over the next few minutes, she barely was given a moment to breath. Just as her mouth would get pulled from one meat stick onto another, her hands would just as quickly switch to massaging another eager cock, so that she was always physically pleasing three of us to some degree. There was no real rhyme or reason to the order in which she would take us into her mouth. Her head seemed to be always getting pulled in four different directions, and she just had to try and please the penis that happened to be in her mouth at any given time the best that she could.

After the next minutes of working all of bulging cocks for a few moments at a time, she began taking Matt’s massive piece almost all the way into her throat, and then bobbed her head beautifully back and forth on his shaft as she feverishly jerked on John and Paul’s rods. John and then Paul each took a quick turn grabbing her head and heatedly pumping their poles into her skilled, mature mouth while Matt and I played with her now sweaty breasts. After taking her mouth off of Paul’s piece, she sat back on her heals again and panted heavily, taking a well-earned breather.

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