“Your wife is an incredibly sexy woman,” said Evan.“Yes, she is,” replied James. “Evan, why don’t you go change and I’ll pour us each a glass of champagne.James smiled at his wife, uncorked the champagne, and filled three flutes.“Still okay?” he asked. Emily nodded quietly.“Do you know how… big… he is?” she asked.“Yes,” he responded, passing her a glass of champagne. “Don’t worry, sweetie, he’s a pro. He knows what to do. He says he always takes it very slow, but that the critical thing is that you relax. If you tense up, he’s not going to be able to… get it inside you; and of course, you can tell him to stop at any time. You’re in control. Just try to relax and enjoy a very special experience.”Emily drained her glass of champagne and lay down on the bed while James powered up the lights and adjusted the arcs. After two large glasses of wine, and now a glass of champagne, the alcohol was beginning to have the desired effect. Despite the unusual circumstances, she was beginning to feel more relaxed and less anxious. Dare she admit, even aroused.Evan entered the bedroom wearing one of the hotel’s white terry cloth robes, holding a container of lubrication in his left hand, a Cuban cigar in his right. Of course, she thought to herself. He would know to bring lubrication with him. Evan smiled at her.“My wife looks a little lonely on the bed, Evan,” said James. “Why don’t you join her?” Evan took a place on the bed next to James’s wife, who looked undeniably sexy in her bra and panties.With camera in hand, James moved close to the foot of the bed.“Sweetheart, why don’t you snuggle in a little closer, and when you’re ready, open the front of Evan’s robe to see what he has just for you.”With trembling fingers, James’s wife undid the drawstring and pulled open the young man’s robe.What Emily saw next genuinely took her breath away. “Oh, my god!” she gasped, looking down at the young man’s oversized sex. Emily turned to looked at Evan. “Sweetie, your cock is huge!!” she declared with an embarrassed, blushing smile.Both men grinned.Still only partially aroused, Evan’s circumcised penis lay prone between his muscular thighs. Almost as long and as thick as Emily’s forearm, it seemed more suited to a horse than a man. Emily seemed scared to even look at it, looking up at her husband at the foot of the bed instead.“Seriously, James, it will never fit.”She turned once again to face Evan. “I’m serious. I’m really small down there,” she said anxiously.“What do you think about that, Evan?” said James with obvious cheek. “Maybe you should make it fit.”Emily drew in a breath. There was something in both what her husband said and how he said it that, at that very moment, changed something in her. ‘Maybe you should make it fit.’ Though the comment might have discouraged her, in truth it made her shiver with lust, and she felt her whole body become warm. There was something about the implied danger, her very real fear, and the thought of being completely overwhelmed by something so big and intimidating, that suddenly fired her desire. Perhaps it spoke to something, an uncomfortable truth, buried deep in her sexual subconscious, an element approaching a subtle form of sadomasochism, an enticing power dynamic that placed her at the mercy of a gorgeous, impossibly well-endowed young lover, while her husband Şerifali Escort watched.Evan’s surprisingly shy and bashful smile in reaction to her husband’s comment somehow delicately balanced that dynamic, further intensifying her lust. She was safe, and suddenly her anxiety at the thought of being ‘taken’ by the handsome young man with a horse cock became interwoven with sexual excitement.“Is it okay for him to try, sweetheart?” said James. “Just try to relax. Let’s just have fun”With that, James moved in a little closer and framed them through his camera viewfinder.“Sweetheart, can you look at Evan and lay your hand on his stomach, with your fingertips just above the top of his cock?” he continued. “That’s it, now show Evan a look that says how badly you want to fuck all that cock.”Emily curled in close, turning at bit to her side, her knee pressed against Evan’s thigh and her hand tantalizingly close to his penis.“Very, very nice,” he enthused, taking a series of quick shots. Having worked with a number of couples before, the strangeness of being photographed in bed was probably not new to Evan, but Emily was clearly a bit self-conscious. With her slender, manicured fingernails mere millimeters from the top of his lengthy stalk, the two of them shared an embarrassed giggle.Clearly enjoying his directorial role, James began moving around the bed, gauging shots and contemplating poses.“Emily, now I want you to take his cock in your hand and look into his eyes.”As instructed, she slid her hand down between Evan’s thighs and, with some difficulty owing to the fact that his now engorged organ was too thick for her to wrap her fingers around, lifted his heavy sex.“Good god!” she exclaimed with an anxious school-girl giggle. “It’s so thick and heavy!” Thick, weighty, and getting bigger. And harder.“That’s so hot,” he continued, “Your hand looks so small in comparison.”Without needing to be asked, and still gripping the thick shaft, James’s wife began to gently draw her hand up and down.“Is that okay?” she asked Evan in a faint voice. “You can do whatever you want, Mrs. Larson,” he replied.“Don’t you think you should call me Emily?” she grinned.“Now look at me, sweetheart,” said James. “Look at me while you hold that giant dick.”“Very nice,” he observed, taking another series of shots, making sure to capture his wife’s wedding ring. Evan’s cock continued to expand and harden, looking very much in keeping with his double-digit website billing.Emily’s hand drew up and down the shaft with larger and larger strokes.“Wow,” she said, looking at his impressive organ with genuine awe.“Darling, I told Evan that the two things you absolutely excel at in bed are: one, wet kisses, and two, sucking cock,” said James.A slight smirk formed at the corners of her mouth. She looked at Evan, then sat up on the edge of the bed, leaning in and softly pressing her lips to his. James watched while his wife and the young man engaged in a prolonged series of ever more passionate, open-mouthed kisses; kisses that became hungry, unrestrained, all captured for posterity by James’s camera. At one point, James stopped to observe just how much his wife appeared to be enjoying herself, how very real her passion seemed. He took a deep breath.“Sweetie, why don’t you take off your bra and panties?” Şerifali Escort Bayan asked James.“I can help with that,” Evan replied. After reaching back and unfastening the clasp of her black bra, releasing her pert breasts, Evan asked his petite client to lay back and raise her knees. Sliding his thumbs inside the waistband of her thong panties, he slid them over her behind and off, exposing her tiny thatch of trimmed pubic hair, bringing her panties to his nose.Evan let his robe drop to the floor, his massive sex dangling heavily between his legs like a third arm, and the pair returned to the bed. “Now, open wide and let me see you put that elephantine-size cock in your pretty little mouth,” said James.Emily took the massive stalk in her hand and looked at it, as if assessing the challenge before her, then applied several gentle kisses to the tightening skin of its length. Drawing it to her mouth, she spread her lips and enveloped the plum-size head, swirling her tongue to Evan’s appreciative sighs.The sight of her stretched lips, so thoroughly stuffed with cock, was simultaneously both comical and intensely erotic. Her delicate, feminine mouth, combined with her red lipstick, was almost a visual metaphor for an out-matched pussy.Evan watched intently as his sexy older client, her hand still gently pumping the shaft, slowly forced her head and lips forward to engulf several more inches of his monstrous black meat. With her mouth so stuffed, her tongue was now pinned, making it difficult to control her saliva. Forced to breathe through her nose, she began to do her best to piston up and down on several inches of Evan’s cock with her lips and mouth. Spit began to seep from her lips and slowly trickle down over Evan’s shaft. James moved in close to capture the sight of his wife’s spittle tracking down along her young lover’s cock in streaks. Mixing with her fingers, Emily’s spit slickened the tight skin of the shaft.“God, that looks so hot,” James declared. Emily moved to her hands and knees atop the bed and continued her efforts. Her eyes fixed on Evan’s, she angled her head left and right and pressed forward in an attempt to force more and more of the massive, hardened cock into her mouth. The young man held her hair to keep it from falling forward while she tried not to gag. Despite her best efforts, the tip of Evan’s cock bumped forcefully against the back of her throat and would go no further. Her head now bobbed up and down in earnest. With her mouth so full and her head facing downward, her spit bubbled and cascaded down over the shaft creating a gooey mess. Mixed with Emily’s gagging, a hyper-erotic slurping sound, like the sound of some perverted, churning washing machine, filled the room. Unbeknownst to both men, the small slit between Emily’s thighs was also becoming a bit of a gooey, wet mess.“Why don’t you get on your tummy, darling” asked James, “so Evan can stand at the side of the bed and fuck your mouth?”Both of James’s subjects did as instructed, and he watched as their young black escort reinserted his giant erection into this wife’s mouth. While Emily looked up at him from her position on the bed, Evan gently used his hips to work his cock to the back of her throat. Cognizant of the fact that aggressive face-fucking was probably Escort Şerifali not possible, he nevertheless punished her mouth and throat with measured thrusts. Emily’s spit now dripped down over her chin and onto the bedsheets.“Look at me, darling,” instructed James. “Let me photograph your sweet mouth so ridiculously full of cock.”Evan’s impossibly large erection was now clearly primed and ready for the coup de gras.“I think it’s time, don’t you, sweetie?” observed James.Emily looked up at Evan with genuine fear and trepidation.“Are you going to put that inside me now?” she whispered with feigned courage.Evan hoisted Emily off the bed and stood with her thighs wrapped around his waist, her breasts pressed to his chest, his foot-long horse cock so heavy it still swung downward between his muscular thighs.Gently depositing her on her back atop the bed, the young escort reached for the jar sitting on the night table and slickened the surface of his immense organ with a liberal amount of clear lubrication, making it glisten in the candlelight.With her behind close to the edge of the bed, and in anticipation of what was coming, Emily parted her thighs as Evan moved in close, laying his battering ram across her tummy, the tip extending all the way to the base of her breasts.“Holy fuck,” she uttered nervously. “I don’t know about this,” she said, looking up at Evan as a last-minute wave of anxiety overtook her. “Your cock is gigantic.”“Just relax, Mrs. Larson,” said Evan with a gentle tone. “We can do this.”“You need to get her nice and wet, Evan,” said James, his camera rapidly clicking to record the incongruous sight before him — Evan’s cock, as big as his wife’s forearm, contrasting with Emily’s small feminine point of entry. “I think a little oral pleasuring is in order. I can tell you from firsthand experience, she has the sweetest tasting little flower.”Evan knelt between Emily’s parted legs and gently kissed her inner thighs. His teasing kisses moved closer and closer to her feminine slit. When his tongue finally parted the folds of her labia, Emily swooned and sighed. His tongue darted inside her. Emily watched, breathing loudly, as another man other than her husband tasted her in her most private of places. Young Evan drew his tongue up and down her quim, finally inserting a finger and licking the swollen nub of her clitoris. “God, that feels so good,” she gasped. When Evan sensed she was ready, he began to suck her clitoris more forcefully, causing her to cry out and grip the top of his scalp.“Lay back, darling,” said James, moving in behind Evan with his busy camera. “It’s time for him to try to get that thing inside you.”Emily parted her thighs wide, her short cropped pubic hair, trimmed into a neat triangle, the pink folds of her delicate feminine sheath fully exposed to her handsome young suitor. Her breathing was noticeably more pronounced, her expression one of quiet, doe-eyed vulnerability, as the young man guided the tip of his punishingly oversized weapon towards her pretty delta.“Please go really slow, okay?” she pleaded meekly. “Of course,” he said. “You just need to relax and leave this to me.”Emily watched Evan stroke his weapon with both hands to ensure that it was as hard as possible, finding the sight intensely erotic, albeit intimidating — the young man’s strong arms and chest, narrow waist, flat tummy, sculpted thighs, and the focused attention on his powerful, horse cock. Wearing a sexy, confident expression, Evan worked the entire length of it, from the small thatch of pubic hair at its base to the beautiful head, which appeared to be as large as her fist.