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Carol stepped into her room, the bed was made up, but little else had changed. And so she was sure Ray had not come back during the day. She entered the bathroom and studied herself in the mirror. Her clothes were covered in dust from the desert, and she looked battered and worn. She stripped and got in the shower, scrubbing herself clean, then rechecked her body and saw that apart from her puffy, abused fanny, there was little sign of the rough sex she had endured that afternoon.She pulled on her jeans and a T-shirt and set a jacket aside for the bus trip to LA. Then sat on the bed, copied all the DJ photos from her phone, and emailed them to herself before deleting them.She had two email addresses, one that she used all the time and another that used her maiden name. It was an old address that she didn’t use nowadays, but she had never deleted it; as the few times she did check it, there would be an email from some old contact. It was this second email address that she had given to DJ, and it was the one to which she had just sent all the photos.That done, she started packing both her and Ray’s suitcases. By 4:15, the bulk of the packing done, Ray arrived back to the room.”Christ, I’m tired. You look good and fresh. Have you finished packing?””Not quite. I haven’t done all of yours as I didn’t know what you wanted to wear.”Ray came over and kissed her. She couldn’t help but turn her head to the side; she was so guilty. He picked out some casual clothes and headed for the shower. Calling out to ask her to finish packing for him.Showered and dressed, Ray lay on the bed and motioned Carol to come and have a cuddle. But she made an excuse that she had more to do and told him to shut his eyes for half an hour and that she would wake him if he fell asleep.She had realised she had forgotten to put concealer on her neck to cover the hickies Kurt had given her. So when Ray lay back and closed his eyes, she ducked into the bathroom and applied the concealer. Carol was pleased to see that the bruise-like mark was already fading. In a couple more days, she may be able to relax a little.Carol came out of the bathroom and saw that Ray had relaxed and slowed his breathing. When it was time to head down and check out, she had to rouse him from his slumber.Downstairs, Ray took their passports and joined the line to check out. Carol stayed with the bags and, leaning against the wall, pondered what she should tell Ray. She became aware of a presence alongside her and jumped when a woman spoke in her ear.”High, I’m Barbara, Ed’s wife; we met two nights ago but never spoke to one another.”Carol looked at the woman, her mind still half focussed on her infidelity and what to do about it, when it came to her that Barbara was the England CEO’s wife. She awkwardly stammered out a hello.”Sorry, I was miles away. But, yes, I wasn’t in a good state of mind at the dinner the other night; I never really found a moment to say much to anyone.””I can see you have a lot on your mind. Do you want to talk about it? Having an affair can be so taxing.”Carol wasn’t sure she had heard correctly. Her stomach did twenty summersaults, and her mind floundered about, searching for a suitable response. She snapped her head up to look at the woman’s expression and was slightly relieved to see no malice, just a friendly, sympathetic smile.”Don’t panic. I’m only offering you an ear to unburden yourself. I don’t want you to make any mistakes.”Carol’s first instinct was to deny it, but the knowing look Barbara gave her told her she was well and truly caught. “How do you know? Is it that obvious just by looking at me?”Barbara laughed, “No. I’m not clairvoyant or anything. I was in the Spa a couple of hours ago and saw you get out of a large dark vehicle and kiss a very handsome dark man. The kiss was not one that you give a casual driver. It was very passionate.””Oh, God! Please don’t tell your husband.””I have no intention of telling Ed or anyone else, but I think you are pondering if you should tell Ray about your affair. That would be a huge mistake. So again, I’d like to talk with you and offer advice. That is if you would like it, as I have been in similar situations myself and know many of the pitfalls.”Carol looked over to where Ray was. And saw that he was now only one place back in the checkout line. “Can I sit by you and talk on the bus?””No, I’ve been on a couple of these trips. Everyone is tired and will spread out to all the empty seats to sleep. So there will be nowhere private. Two questions; Is this your first affair?””Yes, I have been absolutely faithful. Never ever thought I would commit adultery.””I thought so. Observing you at dinner the other night, I formed the opinion that you were a good faithful wife. Okay, have you stayed in the hotel Anadolu Yakası Escort in LA before?””No, it’s my first time to the States with Ray.” As she said this, she studied Barbara for the first time. She decided the woman must have been stunning in her day, as she was a very handsome woman now and had to be in her early sixties.Barbara continued, “Well, there is a pool bar at the hotel. I’ll meet you there at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Please don’t say anything to Ray tonight or before he heads off to his meetings tomorrow. Think about how his knowing about today would shape his life and yours. Do you have children?” Seeing Carol nod her head and mouth ‘two’, Barbara continued, “Well, that makes it even more important that you keep your affair to yourself. I’ll see you in the morning.” And she wandered away to stand by her husband, Ed.Ray walked over, “All checked out. We have time for a coffee if you want.” And he picked up their bags and set off for the coffee shop, where they joined some other delegates to wait for the bus.The bus was a fifty-two seater, and as there were only twenty-seven senior managers and six wives on board, everyone immediately spread out, trying to claim the spare seats. Ray threw his briefcase on the seat behind them but sat next to Carol.Ray looking quite concerned, asked, “What did you do today, dear? You seem a little out of sorts and distracted since I’ve gotten back.””I’m alright, just one of my heavy periods coming on, I think; my stomach is cramping up.””Bugger, I was looking forward to some fun and games. I’ll just have to meet with Mrs Palmer and her daughters for the next few days.”Carol told him about her trip to the Grand Canyon. And that she had gone with the husband of the couple that she had gone dancing with the night before. She mentioned that she had met Tracy and Russell on the flight and that Tracy had made some lewd comments.”I remember them. At the last party, we were at, Tracy tried to talk me into having a foursome. Said her husband fancied you. They’re swingers, you know?””You didn’t tell me that.””Didn’t want to upset you, and I knew you would never go for that, so I didn’t bother telling you.””Well, I should mention to you that the guy I went with was black, and Tracy made it pretty plain she fancied him, and I think she may have slipped him her phone number.”Ray asked her how she had met a black couple and when she had found out she was going to the Grand Canyon. Carol kept her explanations as close to the truth as possible, only bending the facts when she had to.”Anyway, be prepared. Tracy is likely to bait you next time we meet them about my having a black lover. She certainly gave me hell when she saw us.””As if! Christ, I wouldn’t believe that if she told me she watched you with him. I know you would never play around.”Ray rose then, stretched out on the seat behind, and soon was lightly snoring away, leaving Carol feeling pretty rotten about what she had done.——The following day Ray left the room for his meetings at around 8:00 am. Carol didn’t rise until almost 9:00 and wandered down to breakfast. She saw Barbara exiting the lift, so she waited for her, and they got a table together,Barbara asked if she had weathered the night without letting any secrets slip. And Carol told her what she had disclosed. But couldn’t say much more as they were joined by two of the other wives. But Barbara did mention she had flown over the Grand Canyon on one visit.Then whispered, “I don’t think it would have been as interesting a trip as yours, though. I can’t wait to hear about it.”After breakfast, they both went back to their rooms to get changed for the pool, and just before 10:00, they seated themselves at a table by the pool bar.They each ordered a Pina Colada, and while waiting for it, she asked Barbara about Ray playing up at the final dinner. Carol explained that when she got home that night, he had been as drunk as she had ever seen him and told her he had been kissing another woman.”I subtly quizzed him about it yesterday, but he acted as if he did not know what I was talking about.””Ah, men, They are quite useless, aren’t they? He did kiss one of the show models, but it went no further than that. Is that all you need to know?””No. I’d like to know how Ray came to be kissing her. And also, why he got so drunk. I caught him cheating a couple of years ago, and he promised he would never cheat again. That’s why I was upset at dinner the other night, as he wouldn’t take me to that dinner, and I knew all those models would be there. So when your husband told me you were going, I got pretty pissed.”Barbara hesitated, then said, “Is this you’re trying to find dirt on him so you can feel good about yourself, or do you want to Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan sort it with him so you can make sure it is not a threat to your marriage?””I don’t know. Maybe! But I need to know either way. It was partly me being upset with Ray that put me in the situation I got in.””Okay, first, you have to understand who the trade show models are. So sit back and relax. It’s going to be a long story.”Barbara paused, trying to sort her thoughts in order.”Ed has been bringing me to the trade shows both here in Vegas and the alternate one in Orlando for about ten years now. And over time, I have developed an almost morbid fascination with the show models. They are hired to look pretty and pull male clients onto the stand. Almost every stand will have one or two in some instances. But the money they earn working on the stand is a pittance to what they can earn on their backs at night. So many of them are actually up-market hookers.”Carol butted in and said she had heard Ray telling some mates about the show models two years before. And that they charged about $5000 for a bonk.”Yes, well, on the final night, they try and get a lot more than that. Over the length of the show, they try and groom clients. They may be visitors or the stand staff. But the good money is with nailing the big bosses. And it has become a tradition that this happens at the final dinner, where people get drunk and let their hair down. They aim to get at least one punter to cough up a big sum.””But how does that relate to Ray? He’s not one of the wealthy managers; that would be Bob or Geoffrey on our stand.”Barbara continued, “I pop into the show every day for an hour or so. I delight in watching them work. The model with her eye on Ray was extremely attractive and in her late teens. She had been flirting with him all week. I think she genuinely fancied him. He had bargained her down nearly $3,000 but couldn’t get her down to anywhere near the amount he wanted.Carol let out a small gasp and muttered, “The bastard.”Barbara put her hand on Carol’s arm, “Look, he may have been serious, but I think he was just playing with her, seeing how low he could bargain her down.”Anyway, last night she was all over him, but being the final night, she wanted $8,000. Ray was sitting with Ed and me, and the model turned up the heat. She sat in his lap, wriggling her butt around and kissing him. I heard her saying she had an offer from an Asian guy on the stand next to ours for $10,000, and there was no way she was dropping below eight. Well, after about an hour, she got angry with Ray and took off to another table to sit on some little Asia guy’s lap.And soon they up and left the room. Ray was pissed and started drinking heavily.””So he got plastered because he didn’t make out, The rotten bastard.””Pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?””Yes, I suppose so. Why do you have a thing about watching the show models.””I suppose If I’m to get you to open up, I guess I need to tell you a bit about myself, and then maybe you will open up with me, as I’m incredibly intrigued by how you managed to fuck a black man.Opening up about my own life will be something new for me. I have never opened up and talked about my past with anyone. So all we discuss here today is to be kept between us. Okay?””Yes, I can keep a secret.””Okay, here goes. I was a hooker myself for four years. So watching these girls work intrigues me.”Carol almost dropped her drink. She would have been less surprised if Barbara had said the Queen was her cousin. After all, she did look aristocratic. She squeaked out, “How?”Barbara again said it was a long story and started talking.”I grew up in a coal village in Wales. My father was in a senior management position. By the time I reached my teens, he had already worked his way up from cleaning up the coal dregs in the earth’s bowels. He didn’t want his kids to have anything to do with the mines and spent every working hour saving his earnings so he could send us all to University. My two brothers had all but finished their degrees by the time I was sixteen. Then calamity hit. The mines closed, with little prospect of him ever getting employment again. He did get a redundancy payment, but that was never going to last until he was sixty-five and could go on a pension. And so it looked like I was destined to become a shop assistant.”Barbara took a sip of her drink and then continued. “I worked my butt off and landed a half scholarship at University College London. But I still needed to find an extra couple of thousand pounds, plus money for board and keep. So my prospects were looking pretty gloomy. One day my father came home, took me aside and told me he had approached the guy that owned the Escort Anadolu Yakası mine and asked him for a loan to send me to UCL and that I had an appointment to see the guy the next day.”So 11:00 the following day saw me waiting at the bus stop, ready to travel into the city for a lunchtime meeting. I couldn’t understand why my father was crying when I had left and had told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want and that he would find another way. However, I was soon to understand. When I caught that bus that morning, I was a seventeen-year-old virgin; four hours later, when I returned home, my virginity was well gone. But I did have the promise of free board in London and a cheque for the remaining university fees.Charles was the pit owner’s name. He owned a two-bedroom apartment in Camden Town, Primrose Hill, to be exact. He only used the apartment three or four times a year when he came to London to sort the accounts and his taxes. The apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from UCL, so it was ideal for me. I was under no illusions about his future visits to London and was quite prepared to succumb to his attentions to keep the arrangement going. To survive, I took a job at a local bookstore, but the money was not good, so I was going hungry most weeks. I had dates with guys I met at Uni, hoping they would buy me a meal, but many were just as hard up as I was.”Barbara paused, but Carol waved at her to continue, fascinated as to where this was leading.”On his first visit, I told Charles I was struggling and asked for more money. But the bastard had gotten a bit tight now he had taken my virginity. So I only managed to wrangle $50.00 from him for a night of sex. It was enough to keep me for the following month or so, though. On Charles’s second visit, about six months after I arrived in London, he brought a friend. They wanted a threesome, something I was not at all keen about; I mean, we are talking about two old buggars. Charles had to be seventy, and this new admirer was Charles’ banker, a Jew called Levi. He was about sixty and as ugly as sin.I held out until the money they were offering became impossible to refuse. And so started my demise into the oldest profession.”Carol gasped out, “God, that must have been horrible.””No, once the lights were out, I just closed my eyes, decided to grin, bear it, and thought about all the money. But as the night wore on, I started to enjoy it. Levi turned out to be an incredible lover, bloody kinky, but he got me off every time he fucked me. For the next few months, Levi came around weekly and paid me two hundred pounds a pop. Put that in perspective; the average wage was around twelve pounds a week at the time. So I was suddenly able to buy clothes and eat well.”Then one night, Levi turned up with a business acquaintance and tried to negotiate with me for another threesome. I asked for five hundred pounds for the night; they didn’t even blink. I wished I had asked double that amount.”The guy Levi had with him was half his age and must have fucked me six times and in every position and hole, you could imagine. Levi himself took me several times. The next day I could hardly walk, but fuck was I satisfied, especially when I walked to the bank and deposited my ill-earned gains. My reputation must have passed quickly around the banking fraternity, as I slept with two or three clients every week for the next three and a half years. One night Levi brought me to an Arab prince to service; he paid two thousand pounds for the night.””Does your husband know?” Carol asked.”He knows my background and that I turned tricks to pay my way through college. But we have never discussed it, so he knows none of the details I have shared with you.””Did you see Levi or his colleagues after you had earned your degree?””I’ve never turned a trick since I graduated. But I did bump into a couple of my clients through my work.As an aside, a couple of days after graduating, I called Charles and negotiated the purchase of the apartment. Of course, he didn’t want to sell, but early in my second year of Varsity, I had a hidden camera installed in my bedroom. Not for blackmail purposes but to satisfy my voyeuristic desires. During the meeting with Charles, I dropped a couple of photos of us together and said he could have both negatives and all images I possessed, but in return, I wanted to purchase the apartment. He didn’t put up much of a fight about selling to me. But he was a hard bastard when it came to the price. I had to pay close to market value; it was the best deal I ever made, though. I still own the apartment today, and it is valued in the millions. So if you and Ray ever get to visit the UK, just ask, and you are free to use it. A couple of joint venture owners have used it on their visits.”Carol laughed, “Is the camera still operating? I wouldn’t be very comfortable staying there knowing you were taking photos or video.””Ha! You have a quick mind. Yes, there are now several video cameras installed. But that old camera is long gone. I would show you where they are and how to turn them on and off if you wanted?”

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Having just read his account of me bringing myself off with his phone in the bar that night – I just had to tell him about another time when I did something similar. It was almost a year earlier, when I indulged myself for most of a long commuter ride home from the city. It wasn’t the only time either, but I’ll just tell you about this one for now…

Rush-hour got a new meaning for me that day – I had just done my shift, and was huddled bored and alone, sat there ten minutes before departure in the first compartment of the mostly empty train carriage – its engines running and vibrating steadily while it waited at the terminus station, ready to be filled by yet more solemn commuters going home.

Being naturally horny pretty much all the time, and especially so when bored, I was habitually sliding in and out of that happy-place, where my day-dream fantasies lived; and the train’s vibrations were beginning to have a predictable effect, a situation not helped by the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties, or a bra under my habitual skin-tight clothes.

I glanced along the carriage, still seeing only a few others in there with me, but no one close by. Outside, a loose crowd of rushing commuters were flowing past my window seat in a steady mass, heading for the middle and forward carriages, their attention locked ahead with only the occasional one glancing in through the windows when passing – a lonely soul looking for another lonely soul, no doubt.

An idea occurred out of that observation – Ümraniye Escort the timing before departure felt like it fitted, and my time on the stage had taught me that the scene was now definitely set, and must be acted out – I smiled.

Putting my feet up on the seat opposite, I gave the carriage a last look before lightly brushing a hand over my breasts, letting the thumb linger and concentrate its attentions on each nipple, already growing hard in approval of what my mind had planned – seeing that no one was paying any attention, I openly began stroking them, cupping a breast with each hand and caressing them for a few seconds each, feeling the jolt-thrill fill me from nipples to belly to crotch, and back again. Opening my outstretched legs slightly, I felt the wetness of ready lips sticky against the fabric, and began enhancing the feelings bouncing around inside me, by tracing fingers lightly and slowly along the inside of my thighs. My nipples were now very hard, and clearly visible through the tight fabric of my top – I was ready.

Unfastening my jeans, I slipped one hand inside, trying not to make a sound as my fingers slid over tight-cropped pubes, touching shaven lips sensitive from their day-long contact with smooth-worn denim, knowing that my juices had dampened them to that softness from many occasions before – and that just added to the wetness. I have a very sensitive clit, and so do not touch her directly as much as many women, but slid a finger into the Ümraniye Escort Bayan wetness ready and waiting below – down and inside me with one smooth motion. I bit my lip.

Gently sliding the finger in and out, half keeping an eye on the other passengers, my fantasy just wanted one of them to notice – man or woman, it did not matter. I was very wet with the thrill of what I was doing so openly, should someone just happen to look…

The carriage had begun to fill up more now – and although vague glances were cast in my direction, just seeing me sat there in the back, all by myself – still no one came to sit near me. I’m sure my actions were partially masked by the seat back opposite, but my posture and heavy-lidded expression must have given something away.

My fantasy explored that possibility though, having one or two of them choose the seat opposite me, maybe just to watch, or join in, maybe both…and then more… I was incredibly wet by then, with two fingers easily sliding in and out, and providing plenty of accompanying soft, wet noises.

Opening my legs wider, I added a third finger, and angling my hand further forward and down, so my thumb could press against my clit, I started sliding the unholy trio faster in and out, deliciously catching my g-spot with random strokes. My window had become a little steamed up, and was not alone – yet maybe that was for the best, as my pubes were now openly visible for anyone looking directly into the carriage Escort Ümraniye from outside, thumb against my clit and pressed urgently deep upwards between my lips – they would have seen it all.

But I wasn’t thinking about all that just then, I was close to what was promising to be a wonderful and shattering orgasm, with my fingers shuttling in and out, I clamped my lips together, breath in-held to stop the moans and groans that wanted so badly to escape.

With a jolt, the train pulled forward, and at that same moment, I came with a jolt of my own. Looking finally outside as the world came slowly back to me, I saw a scatter of commuters too late for the train, now stood there bitter and aimless along the platform.

I pulled my hand out, and casually sucked my fingers dry in full view of those that saw me, leaving that image in their minds to distract their attention from the coming wait. Only then did I zip my jeans back up again.

I was so relaxed and very pleased with myself – there is nothing quite like that just-orgasmed feeling whilst sat amongst a crowd, and although satiated I couldn’t stop there. Throughout the hour-long journey I kept on teasing myself whenever the need came back, although less openly than before, especially when others finally did come and fill up the seats next to and opposite mine. I still was able to play with myself with them hid behind their newspapers, or keeping my hand busy under the mask of my coat flaps, just letting the pheromones in the air play their game on them. Hopefully there would be a lot of surprised and satisfied housewives later, along this particular commuter route.

I came eight times that journey, and I wonder still if any of them even knew what had been going on, or why the quiet eighteen year old sat between them, had been so flushed?

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“Stupid fucking car.” Tobin kicked the car door shut and looked around for any signs of civilization.Of course, he found none. Not wanting to wait to be murdered, he sauntered off into the strange-looking forest.Every little sound made him jump and he cursed himself every time for being such a pussy. Fuck, he wanted pussy. Lily was a fucking cunt. She cheated her way through New York City and he’d had to give up more alimony than he was willing to give.He found the neon green leaves to be very strange, yet mesmerizing. And just to his luck, there was no cell reception either.A few minutes of walking later, he abruptly stopped. What in the bloody hell? He Ataşehir Escort saw an arm. He closed his eyes, muttered a prayer to the Lord and walked further to see what…or who it was.”Hello?”He gasped when she turned around. Blue, doe-like eyes stared back at him. His cock immediately became stiff in his pants. How long had it been since he’d fucked someone? One year? Two years? He couldn’t remember.Her platinum blonde hair shone in the bare amount of sunlight which filtered through the thick canopy of trees.”What’s your name?” He crouched in front of her and the innocence in her face reeled him in.”P-poppy.””What Ataşehir Escort Bayan are you doing here? You lost or something?””I live here.”When he looked at her, really looked at her, he saw that her skin was glittering and there was no make-up on her face. Still, she looked other-worldly.He didn’t want to believe it, but he decided to ask her another question.”What…are you?””I’m a pixie.””Huh. Aren’t pixies supposed to be the size of flies?””No sir. Those are just myths.”He liked her calling him ‘sir’. He shook his head and tried to clear the lust from his brain.”Okay. Good to know. I’ve gotta go.”Just as he Escort Ataşehir turned to leave, she clutched his leg and shoved her face into his crotch.”What the fuck are you doing?””Please don’t leave.”Her eyes shone as if she was about to cry. An idea immediately formed in his mind.”Hmm. I could stay, on one condition.”She looked hopeful, right how he wanted her.”Unzip my pants.”She looked unsure, but did so with trembling fingers.”Pull my boxers down.”She obeyed and her eyes widened at the huge cock that sprung free.She tentatively touched it and he could see her corset or whatever it was that she was wearing, could barely contain her tits. So, he did them both a favor and tugged it down, exposing her lush tits with pebbled red nipples.Without warning, she licked his tip and he moaned. Feeling encouraged, she took half of him into her mouth. God, it felt like heaven. He twisted her hair in his fist and pushed her further down, making her choke on his dick.

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She set out to play seriously this time. The girl knew she had a need, a very strong need. Her body was screaming for the attention it so richly deserved. Her breasts ached with desire the nipples standing erect in excited anticipation. She removed her clothing one item at a time stripping slowly and sensually in front of the large gold coloured mirror standing on the oak dresser by the foot of her soft king sized bed.

Her heavy breasts swung freely as she removed the black lace wisp of a bra and she caressed the full breasts slowly and sensually then lovingly attached the longish dangling gold coloured nipple clamps. She adjusted the clamps to the way she liked them; tight and pinching but not so painful she couldn’t withstand it easily. She swayed her body just the slightest bit in order to watch them swing back and forth from her protruding deep pink nipples. She loved her breasts they were so beautiful, the skin so smooth the nipples so large, dark and erect.

Her hands slid further down toward where her femaleness began to round up into a soft hairless mound. She stroked Ataşehir Escort slowly and softly, shivering at the smoothness of it, wondering in its silken simplicity. She had just stepped out of the bath and had finished her daily ritual of shaving and rubbing lotion into her supple white skin. She loved the feeling of herself when she was freshly shaven and clean. Her pussy was feeling tingly and warm and she had not even begun to touch herself. Sliding a long slender red painted fingertip down the cleft she found her swollen female centre and rubbed it lightly. She ran the fingertip over and over again so lightly as to tease.

When she was feeling fully aroused she walked over to the small brass bound trunk where she kept her toys, kneeling down gracefully she opened the clasps and lifted up the lid. The girl pawed her way through the confusion and tumble trying to find just the right toys for the play scenario she had in mind for today. Mmmm she smiled to herself withdrawing a large beautiful, but not huge, heavy latex rubber g spot dildo; she Ataşehir Escort Bayan dug a little deeper and came up with a long slim purple vibrating anal intruder with a bulbous head. She smiled widely when she found next a hand held multi-speed vibrator. Still smiling she walked back toward her bed shed prepared a place in front of the large mirror on her dresser at the foot of the bed by lying a soft fluffy large bath towel across the bed

She lightly lubricated the slim line dildo and bending over, she slowly worked it into her puckered tight hole twisting it slightly until a good couple of inches were inside her backdoor then she turned it on, the buzzing was good and was felt high up into her bowels. She simply lay enjoying it for a few moments, letting the momentum build. She then reached for the big rubber dildo, the girl was so roused, almost helpless in desire, by now that she there was no need to lubricate the rubber cock or her pussy and she slid it right in. She drove it in and out, slowly, deeply; imagining she was bound and helpless Escort Ataşehir and her lover was shoving the toy in and out of her sopping wet bald cunt.

She felt she was getting closer to her climax and so lay back gently on the bed grinding her hips desperately driving the anal vibrator in and out of her darkest passage. She put her headphones over her ears and turned the disk-man on to the highest volume. She could hear nothing but her music. She closed her eyes to simulate a blindfold, she found herself totally out of touch with every thing but her body and the sexual bombard it was undergoing. She placed the vibrator firmly on her swollen clit. She could feel the sensations build. She dreamt of a phantom lover all over her and he was taking pictures of her while she lay bound helpless and in the throws of orgasm.

And with that thought going through her mind, it happened. The waves of pleasure began at her feet and she could feel it move up and enveloping her in ecstasy. She began to buck wildly. Moaning loudly, biting her lip to stay silent she exploded into full blown orgasm, her body spasming on the bed as shock after shock after shock hit her whole being. Then she lay still, chest heaving, vibrators still buzzing, music still playing.

She felt her head phones being lifted off and a soft deep voice whispered in her ear.

“Lovely show my pet, Master is pleased!”

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Six Friends at the Beach – How I Learned to Love Group Sex

Edited by A_Little_Show’s Spouse

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“I’m telling you, the card is wrong.” Becca insisted. The six of us were playing a trivia game, and the card had asked, “Which British Royal is a helicopter pilot?” Becca insisted there was more than one, but the card showed “Prince Andrew” as the correct answer.

“Give it up, Becca,” Kirsten complained. “I bet my massage coupon the card is right, and you are wrong.”

“Deal!” Becca grabbed her phone from the table where they all lay face down to discourage cheating at trivia. In moments, she showed Kirsten a picture of Prince Charles flying a helicopter, and there was a whole article about it.

Kirsten tossed the massage coupon at Becca and stormed away to the room she shared with Ted in our two bedroom bungalow. Ted gave us a, “What can you do?” shrug and followed his girlfriend, closing the door behind him.

“I guess the game is over,” Summer announced. “I was too tipsy to play anyway, and I’m ready to sleep.”

It was only 10:30PM, but Becca kissed me and said she was going to bed as well. That left Elton and me to try and get comfortable in the living room. Elton took the La-z-boy recliner, and I took the sofa.

I had a hard time sleeping – pun intended. Becca and I had been apart all summer. We worked in separate cities trying to earn as much money as we could. College is expensive in the USA. Just the sight of her fully clothed was enough to get me hard after three months. I had so much pent up sexual frustration. We had tried phone sex, but we both lacked privacy. She was afraid of being overheard by her parents or siblings, so we ended up having sporadic texting sex. It was still hot. Becca sent me some soft core images of herself. I once asked her to share video of her masturbating during our texting, but she declined.

The next morning, Becca called the spa to schedule her massage. The woman on the phone tried to up-sell a more deluxe package for $100, but Becca insisted on the basic service. None of us had an extra $100 we would part with easily. The only time available that day for using the basic coupon was 5:30PM, so the time was set.

The six of us spent the day exploring on our bikes. That’s one of the charms of Hilton Head Island. There are dedicated bike paths everywhere. The island is mostly flat, so even long rides weren’t too taxing. Bikes are allowed on the beach, too. The beach is often the most direct route between attractions.

Becca only had time for a quick spritz in our villa’s shower before walking across the parking lot to the hotel’s spa. The rest of us tagged along so we could get dinner as soon as Becca’s session concluded. Kirsten was still salty about losing the coupon, though.

When Becca presented her coupon to the supermodel wanna-be at the hostess counter, Becca was immediately asked to show ID. Becca stands 5′ and has a slight frame. She once complained to me that she has to shop in the girls’ departments for clothes. She looked younger than she was. It probably didn’t help that her curly (She would say frizzy) hair was almost always in braids to keep it out of her face. Most people assumed she was a teenager.

Becca fished her phone out of a pocket of the crocheted mesh cover-up she wore over her bikini. She pulled her ID out of a slot in her phone case and brandished it with pride. It confirmed that she was 20 years old.

“I’m sorry. You won’t be able to use your coupon right now,” the hostess asserted.

After some very polite back and forth between Becca and the hostess while the rest of us lounged in the spa lobby, Becca told us the outcome. “So, the problem is that the spa has floor to ceiling glass doors that are open to the bar to let an ocean breeze in. They won’t let me into the spa because it’s currently open to the bar.

“Damn. That sucks.” Kirsten didn’t look disappointed. The rest of us were all 21, and Kirsten probably thought Becca would return the coupon that was useless to Becca but precious to Kirsten.

“It’s OK. The hostess arranged for a masseur named Greg to give the massage on the beach. They sometimes bring the tables out for more deluxe packages. Greg is willing to do that for my coupon.”

The outside bar was on a large wooden deck jutting out over some dunes. We all trouped around the deck to the designated spot below and behind the bar. It was picturesque with dune grass swaying in the breeze and sea birds could be heard calling when the happy hour crowd at the bar wasn’t too noisy. As we walked, Becca confided, “I was hoping for a masseuse as opposed to a masseur.”

Greg arrived and unfolded his table. He turned out to be a handsome young man who must have lived in a fitness center. We couldn’t tell through his white uniform shirt, but Kirsten bet Greg had six-pack abs. His arms were thick. He looked like he Ankara escort could break me in half without raising a sweat.

Becca took her cover-up off and climbed onto the table face down with her forehead on a rolled towel. She called out to me, “Will you untie my top please?”

I wanted to say, “Are you sure?” She seemed to have more experience with the way massage works than the rest of us, so I stepped over and untied the string on her back. I didn’t want to seem ignorant or uptight.

Greg draped a towel across Becca’s perky buns and concealed her upper thighs from our view. We were transfixed watching Becca’s massage. The side boob she exposed was probably all it took to captivate Elton and Ted. We milled around observing from every angle during the first half hour. Greg worked Becca’s muscles from her scalp to the rise of her derriere. Then he rubbed her feet and worked up each leg until his hands disappeared under the towel.

Greg directed Becca to roll over for the other side. He moved the towel from her bottom and held it above her upper back. As Becca rolled, the untied bikini top remained on the table. The towel Greg held may have blocked his view of Becca’s bare breasts, but it gave the rest of us and some bar patrons a lovely flash. In a moment, the towel draped across her breasts. Elton said, “Did I just see that?”

I punched Elton’s shoulder.

A few seconds later, Ted half-shouted, “Hey Elton!”

When Elton turned, Ted pulled aside a cup of Kirsten’s bikini top to expose a nipple. Kirsten slapped his hand away and re-adjusted her top to the accompaniment of a lone wolf whistle from the bar.

The massage of Becca’s legs proceeded as before, but without the towel over her bikini bottom, I could see that Greg’s fingers went all the way to the elastic of the bikini crotch and even a bit farther. He pushed the bottoms aside slightly and he wrapped both of his meaty hands around Becca’s upper thigh to rotate her hip. Becca said something like, “Oh, yah. That’s the spot.” With Becca’s encouragement, the masseur spent the remainder of the second half hour working parts of her upper thighs that could arguably be called the edges of her vulva. All the stretching and kneading put Becca into some lewd contortions. It also gave Becca a spectacular camel toe.

Time was up, and I tipped Greg $10 for feeling up my girlfriend. It felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. Becca sleepily sat up holding the towel over her breasts for modesty. “Will you help me with my top?” She asked.

I loped around to the side of the table and retrieved the flattened, wrinkled cloth from behind her where she had been laying on it. Then she said, “Hold the towel for a minute.”

Unlike Greg, I did peek over the towel as she groggily redressed. Also unlike Greg, I did my best to keep anyone else from seeing.

After dinner, Becca and I took a barefoot stroll on the beach. We held hands as the sun got close to setting. The surf lapped at our ankles and we splashed for the fun of it. I asked Becca if she had ever had a massage before. She said she took a night school course on Therapeutic Massage because it would help her future Physical Therapy career. She said the students all practiced on each other. I asked her when she took the course, and she said it was a year before she met me. She needed two more classes and didn’t have a certificate yet.

Back at the villa, Summer asked the question I had been dreading. “How was the massage?”

Becca said, “It was relaxing, but substandard in my opinion.”

“How so?” Summer was curious. The rest of us listened attentively.

“He didn’t seem to understand where my tension was. I felt like bread dough under a rolling pin. It’s supposed to feel more like a weight lifting than a weight pressing down.” Becca frowned. “It was still relaxing though.” She put a happy spin on it. “It’s hard not to feel a little better after someone makes you into the center of the universe for an hour.”

I blurted, “I’d love a chance to see if I can’t lift some weight off you.” I probably sounded like the naive nerd I was and still am.

Late that night, I “tucked” Becca into her bed while Summer waited impatiently for me to leave. I groped Becca gently under her blanket before sighing and retreating. A raging erection tented my shorts on the way out. I’m certain Becca and Summer both noticed.

———- ~ ———-

Becca and I enjoyed an early morning bike ride – just the two of us – before the day got too hot. As we rode, we chatted about our upcoming classes. We repeated trivialities we had already discussed countless times via phone and text over summer. During a brief lull, I blurted, “I got a little jealous of Greg.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, he had his hands all over you, and I know that’s what massage is, but I want so badly to put MY hands all over you. It’s been a LONG summer. It tortured me seeing Greg touch you in ways and places I haven’t even touched you Ankara escort bayan yet.”

“I can see that,” Becca conceded. “You didn’t have to watch though.”

I couldn’t answer that, so I tried a different angle. “So, I got a little aroused watching your massage. That’s part of the reason I’m jealous.”

Becca didn’t reply.

I asked a question that had been on my mind since the previous evening. I told myself over and over that I wouldn’t ask it. Then, I did. “Becca, was the massage a little arousing for you too? Did you think Greg was good looking?”

Becca didn’t say anything for a while leaving me in suspense. I asked myself what I would think or do if she said “yes.”

“I didn’t look at Greg much. My eyes were closed. His technique was not all that attractive though. He was ham-handed.”

I noticed she didn’t really answer either of my questions. I told myself I would leave it at that, but her non-answer rattled around in my imagination.

“Becca?”

“Yah?”

We rode close together right at the edge of the waves. “Were you aroused?”

Becca pedaled faster, and I had to work to keep up. As we flew down the mostly empty beach at breakneck speed, she said something. It was difficult to hear over the wind and ocean noise. I think she said, “Massage always makes me horny.”

I tried to imagine a cute masseuse touching Becca. It could be a sexy fantasy for me, but my stupid brain kept inserting Greg into the scenarios. Several emotions washed over me. I was fatigued from the vigorous race Becca instigated. I was angry in some non-specific way. I was jealous. I was insecure. I was horny as hell.

Becca finally stopped, and we walked our bikes side by side to a plank gangway over the dunes and back to the paved bike paths. We rode at a sedate pace, and Becca explained. “I’m kind of embarrassed about it.” She paused. “In my class, I got horny every time. It didn’t matter if it was a cute guy or an old guy or one of the women massaging me. After the first few massages, I started getting wet before I was even on the table.”

“Wow.” It was all I could say.

“We’re taught that arousal is not uncommon. If a man gets an erection, we’re supposed to ignore it. This one guy in my class got erections every time. It made me feel better that I wasn’t the only one who’s body betrayed them.”

“You saw his erection?”

Becca smiled sympathetically at me. “It was pretty impressive.” She winked.

“You should see mine right now,” I grumped.

“I guess it’s a little easier for women. Even if we’re nude for the massage, our arousal is less obvious. We can fool ourselves into thinking the masseuse or masseur doesn’t notice. The guy with the erections was so embarrassed. We all tried to ignore it like we were told, but some of us girls couldn’t help discussing it after class.

“Ouch! I’m glad I wasn’t that guy.” I didn’t mean a single word of the sentence.

“I didn’t participate in those discussions very often. I wanted to get home as soon as possible for a little relief.”

“You masturbated?” I already said I was a naive nerd.

“It was hard to wait until I got home. Sometimes I started while I was driving.”

“Please let me massage you.”

Becca agreed. “I’d like that, I think. If you’re any good at it, you might get a show. It would be so nice to be able to masturbate during a massage instead of holding it in for later. It’s one of my fantasies.”

I was shocked. “I couldn’t do that. Not with a stranger. Not with another guy.”

“Some of the guys are gay. They might like it.” Becca teased. More seriously, she clarified. “It’s a taboo. We know we arouse our clients, but we never let things become overtly sexual. We’re supposed to leave the room if a man does something like that. Most places will ban that client.”

“What about if a woman does it?” I thought.

After a long silence while I digested her words, Becca continued. “The thing is, massage is all about the client. We make the client feel like the center of the universe. If someone masturbated while I massaged them, I wouldn’t be offended or grossed out or anything.” She considered her words. “If I did it, you know – as the client, it wouldn’t be about the masseur. It would be about me. I’m the center of the universe, and I should have the pleasures I crave in the moment. Masturbation is by-and-for the masturbator. Everyone does it. I really can’t see why it should be so taboo.”

“You might change your tune if the masseur was less attractive than Greg.” I hoped. “Could you really masturbate with an ugly old hairy dude watching or Mathilda, the weight lifting battle-axe?”

“I guess I don’t know. In my fantasy, the masseur or masseuse doesn’t play a role other than making me feel good. Like I said. It’s for me. I think I could get lost in a really good massage and forget anyone could see what I was doing for myself.”

———- ~ ———-

That evening, we all ate at a great Cajun Escort Ankara restaurant. Then, the six of us rode our bikes to an Italian Ice place. I had Blood Orange. Becca got Sea Salt Caramel. While we were riding back to the villa, Becca shouted to be heard. “Summer, can I have a couple of hours alone in our room?” She explained that I promised to give her a massage.

“You hear that?” Kirsten complained to any and all. “She gets two massages, and I don’t even get one.”

“That’s not true,” Ted objected. “You have that Hitachi back massager. I know you’ve used it.”

Everyone but Kirsten laughed.

“I’ll give you a massage,” Becca suggested. “I’m better than Greg.”

“Are you better than the Hitachi Magic Wand?” Ted made the question sound dead serious.

“Can we watch?” Elton’s agenda was hidden from nobody.

“You can’t, but I will.” Ted grinned.

Becca then shocked me again. She said, “Why not both? You can use the Hitachi while I massage you.”

Kirsten was getting excited with all the talk about getting massaged. She said something like, “Doesn’t every girl fantasize about two at a time?”

When Becca and I were alone in her room, she nonchalantly stripped like it was an every day thing for her to get naked in front of me. She made some adjustments to get the top blanket taut on the bed. While she was bent over, I could see her labia part. She lay on her stomach close to the edge of the bed on top of the blanket.

She said, “I can’t teach you deep muscle massage in the time we have, so I have another idea. We’ll do something similar to Reiki massage.”

“What’s that?”

“You place your palms just above my body and try to feel energy, warmth, radiating from me. Get your hands so close that you aren’t quite sure if you are touching me or not.”

I could do that. I bent over her and started with her shoulders. She rotated them a little under my hands.

“Watch the clock. Time it so you finish my back side right at the half hour mark.”

As my hands roamed at a snail’s pace over the back of her arms, her gooseflesh raised invisible little hairs and tickled my finger tips. Becca looked like she was melting under my touch. I lingered over the sides of her breasts. After a minute or two, she whispered, “Move along.”

When my hands travelled from the small of her back to the sides of her hips and the rise of her round fleshy parts, she cooed. My penis throbbed in my pants.

I hated to change the delicious caresses she clearly enjoyed, but a vision of Greg’s hands on the threshold of Becca’s vulva compelled me to find out what that was like. I made a few little dips of motion to Becca’s inner thighs raising the cute little hairs on her buttocks along the way. I forced myself to work down one leg to a foot. She giggled for a moment and I poked my fingers gently between her toes before stroking the tips of her toes.

I was unable to delay any more. Becca’s legs were slightly parted, and I could see her freshly shaved pussy lips glistening. They were slightly parted, too. I worked up Becca’s other leg. I probably rushed it. Soon, both of my hands hovered over her inner thighs so close that I could feel the heat of her arousal. I used one finger on each hand to stroke the skin that joined thigh to vulva. I couldn’t resist. I moved those two fingers to caress her parted outer lips. I still used the Reiki method. I thought maybe she couldn’t be sure that I was touching her there. My fingers dipped around the edges of the lips just enough to come away slightly lubricated.

Becca rolled over onto her back and adjusted herself to get close to the edge of the bed again. I started all over just like Greg had done. I soothed the hair line of her forehead, barely touching skin but bending tiny loose strands of hair. My fingers traced her jaw line. Then I wrapped my hands around her neck without actually touching. I really could feel energy radiating from Becca.

I made tiny circles along her sides from armpit to hip. Then I moved my hands fractionally toward her center and worked my way back up. By the time my palms started climbing the rise of her breasts, her nipples were hard in anticipation. I wanted to pinch her nipples, but I knew it would spoil her relaxation. I circled her areola, though. Her nipples dragged and tickled my palms as my hands hovered over her.

With both hands between her breasts, I worked my way down, studying every inch of her skin on the way toward her belly. When my fingers began to rise with her pubic mound, I diverted them to the sides. My fingers brushed her bare skin at the threshold where her pubic hair would regrow if she let it. I noticed the long muscles from her abdomen to her groin tighten slightly and worried I was spoiling her relaxation. My palms spread to wrap around her outer thighs. Once again, tiny hairs perked.

As I worked my way down one of Becca’s legs, her right hand absentmindedly flopped onto her belly. By the time I was using two fingers to tickle the sides of her knee, the hand lay idly on her mons where I imagined curly pubic hair should be.

I started up Becca’s other leg, and her index finger started ever so slowly and delicately stroking the right side of her clitoral hood. It wasn’t even stroking really. It was similar to the almost-touch I was using.

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As you probably realised, NottinghamHarry is not my real name. More an alias. A friend unwittingly got me hooked on this rather addictive site, and I know they use it. Perhaps they will figure it out in time, but I would rather they didn’t for a while. Anyway, this is my first submission. Hope you enjoy it. The names are changed, but this is a very real and very true story.

I’m sat opposite her with my legs stretched out on to the footstool. The cat’s been booted out of the room for continually pestering the wires that form the jungle behind the TV. She’s playing on my Xbox. The bloody cheek!

I should have been out tonight, but a disappointing day at the football has turned into a more disappointing evening at home. She is totally unaware of me in the room, so engrossed is she in this game, the bane of my life.

I’m fairly sure that I should be the one button bashing and cursing at FIFA or Evo.

Without the use of the TV or my Xbox, I invariably keep turning to this website which you are using now. You’d have to have a will of iron not to become aroused by such stories. I’ve just read one that has consumed me with lust, and inspired me to write about my activities.

I have the laptop on my, well, lap. Not because I want it there but out of necessity. Claire and I have together tried many sexual practices so it seems strange that I should have to hide my straining erection under this cushion, under this laptop. I can feel the head of my penis tantalisingly rubbing against my lower stomach, just peeking out from the elastic of my white Calvins.

In a separate window I have a porn pictures website. Most people, if not all, reading this will have used porn. I love pictures. Amateurs especially. Something much more intimate and sexually taboo about looking at women, girls and men being themselves, whether erotically charged or just candidly posing.

Claire has no idea I’m doing this. We’ve used porn together before and they have been some of the most erotic and lust filled evenings of my sexual life, but sat together in our lounge, just a normal couple on an average January evening, there seems to me to be something quite naughty about what I’m doing, and it excites me.

She’s concentrating on her game. It’s an epic story which Bostancı Escort bores me to tears, but it occupies her for a couple of hours at a time. She arrived back from work at around 7pm. She showered and changed whilst I cooked dinner. I got in an hour or so before her, and changed into an old t-shirt and I’m just slobbing around in my boxers.

Really, you could say this is Claire’s fault. While I was clearing away the dishes, she crept up behind me and slid her hands around my sides to my stomach and deliberately rested her hands right above my cock, just on my pelvic bone. I didn’t turn around and she whispered in my ear that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then she hasn’t been near me since.

She’s wearing a long cream cardigan with a strappy green top underneath. The top has some length to it, ends just below her cheeks. She’s a short girl, probably 5″2′ but she has smooth, slender legs. They’re covered with an old throw we’ve had since we moved here. It’s cold in January in England!

It’s the thin glasses that do it. Her hair is a little unkempt since she hasn’t used the GHD’s on it. We’re not going out tonight or they would have been put through a rigorous examination. They make her petit features look intelligent. Not that she isn’t, it’s just the glasses add a touch of sophistication to her in a strange way.

She’s still intently gazing at the screen whilst I occasionally rub the head of my penis with my finger or thumb. I find rubbing the underneath, where the little piece of skin holds the foreskin to the head, is unbelievably tender. I keep stealing glances at Claire to make sure she doesn’t know what I’m up to.

I desperately want to go over and take her toes in to my mouth. She hates feet but once when we were both reasonably drunk and suitably horny, I sucked each toe one by one into my mouth gently and avoiding my teeth, I stared straight down her raised leg and over her body at her face whilst I licked her toes and I knew she was enjoying it. I think she was embarrassed by it. I wasn’t. I have fewer inhibitions than she does, even though neither of us will talk about it. I want to do that again.

I want to lift her leg and look down to her waist, proof of her declaration earlier Bostancı Escort Bayan about what she wasn’t wearing. I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra. She has large full breasts and they hang differently in her cardigan, under her makeshift “dress”.

I just spent a minute without her noticing stroking circles around the rim of my head. I’m throbbing slightly now I’m so horny. I’m getting more adventurous, daring to look at pictures of women whilst I cautiously tease myself.

The picture I can’t stop looking at right now is of a woman baring her breasts on a park bench. Her legs are clenched together, tightly shut under a dark skirt that drops over her knees. She has tan brown boots on and a top with two straps that are hanging halfway down her upper arms. Her arms are folded under her breasts, filling them out.

I’d say she is in her late 30’s. A pretty face with immaculate short, shiny brown hair. Her breasts are perfectly white, flawless skin with little pink nubs of a nipple. The surrounding area is slightly darker, but even they are pale. Fantastic breasts and a pretty face. Almost my perfect picture.

I’m stroking my head with two fingers on the underside. I can feel it building within me and I’m desperate to just uncover myself and masturbate to a satisfying orgasm, but the devil within me is far too restrained. It’s a fantasy I know I won’t go through with.

Flicking through more pictures, I have found a beautiful woman with dark hair. She is lay full length on a bed, clearly a homemade picture, her black knickers are on the floor and a dressing table is on the far corner of the picture with an assortment of ladies accoutrements scattered on its top. You can’t see this woman’s boobs, they are hidden by her arms as she props herself up using her elbows. She has a fantastic figure for a woman of her age. I’d put her in her 40’s.

My cock is beginning to twitch.

The excitement is getting to me now. I’m gonna cum within minutes. I’ve one hand on the keyboard flicking through pictures and writing this, and my left hand constantly stroking the underneath of my cock. I really want Claire to come over here and lick the place I’ve readied. It wouldn’t take long, but she’s as lost to her fantasy Escort Bostancı world as I am to mine.

I’ve given up with the pictures and have put porn clips on now. Pictures really get me hard and horny and the clips are great to send me over the edge. After a few trials, I alighted on a compilation of guys cumming into their girls mouths. It’s clearly amateur stuff and it’s the girls doing all the work.

This one blonde woman, seriously hot body, toned in all the right places, medium sized tits that the guy can’t stop fondling, is giving head. She’s not been going long in terms of the clip when his stomach starts to quiver and I can tell he’s ready even with the volume off. My own fingers are caressing my cock quicker. Claire is still oblivious.

The guy has come. His back has lifted and cum drips from her mouth as she continues to move up and down. Her hand is wrapped tightly around the lower part of his cock and his cum spills from her mouth down over her fingers. Wow! That’s too much for me as I circle my head with three fingers.

My cock twitched a couple of times before a small spurt of swirly cum leaked out. A bigger droplet appeared at my eye as my orgasm began to take hold. I looked over at Claire, she’s no idea I’m cumming. One of my feet caresses the other as I try to hide my pleasure. I half close my eyes as I feel my stomach become warm from the sticky splashes of my cum. I hastily pull down my t-shirt, soaking the inside of it and it will no doubt show a wet patch anyway.

I shake a little and risk a glance at the mess I’ve made. My fingers are a state. Cum all over them and big streaks of cum are on my hairs, down my cock and soaking into my t-shirt. Without clearing my fingers I ‘X’ the porn windows. My cock is so tender and still pulsing slightly. I pretended to chew a finger nail, but sneakily licked clean my fingers. Cum tastes like nothing. Not pleasant, yet not unpleasant. Is it wrong to fantasise about another man whilst my girl sits opposite me?

I shift a little and put my retreating cock back into my boxers. It will take a few minutes for it to go down. I keep taking glances at Claire. She hasn’t looked my way once and I don’t think she knows, although now I have finished, I’m paranoid she saw. Too late now.

My story is over. I hope you may have gotten a little kick from it. Bedtime soon. I’m tired and the endorphins are kicking in and being male and having just orgasmed, sleep will come easily. Claire just asked me if I would make her a cup of tea. As I got up to leave the room, she adds “now you’ve finished”.

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Colours and magic and Eastern music. We’re in a gymnasium, sitting in the front row. I’m to your right. To your left is someone else, a stranger. We’ve come here on a Tuesday afternoon because there’s a belly dancing competition. I didn’t want to go, but you convinced me. I was amazed at your enthusiasm; I didn’t know you liked belly dancing. As we sit and wait for the first performance to start, you tell me about how, when you were younger, your friend invited you to her competition and you fell in love with the dance. It’s erotic, you say. And sensual, you say. And, you say, the women are like the ones you like. Before I can ask what that means, the first lady emerges from behind a pair of dark curtains. The crowd—there are maybe eighty of us, all in chairs arranged in rows—goes silent. But I don’t have to ask what you mean. I can see. The woman is attractive, but that’s beside the point. She has a beautiful belly. I smile and squeeze your hand. You smile back.

The first performance is good. Not excellent, but solid technically and creative. It’s the first time I’ve seen someone dance like that and you can see in my eyes that I’m glad I came with you. Exotic, I whisper into your ear. You nod and point with your chin—second dancer:

She is shorter than the last and dressed in darker colours. She also has darker skin and black hair. The dance is very traditional. I assume it’s more advanced than the last dance, but it was definitely not as fun. I’m not the only one who thought so, either. Applause is merely polite. The dancer leaves the stage and the third one arrives. That is when it begins.

To my eyes, this dancer is less pretty than the other dancers. When she walks to the centre of the stage, she is also less graceful. But your reaction is different. You lean forward, your eyes widen. You’re unashamedly staring at this woman. I notice, but don’t do anything. I’m interested. Do you know her? Is there something about her that you’re looking at? Nevertheless, the music starts, the lights are dimmed and the routine begins.

And to think I ever thought this woman wasn’t graceful. From her first movement, a gliding motion to her left, she is the epitome of grace. Yet at the same time she is earthy, grounded by her body. I’m enjoying the first few seconds of the dance—when suddenly I hear you moan, ever so lightly. I must be hearing things. There it is again! A moan, a soft moan. Maria, I ask, what’s going on? You close your eyes and try to steady your breath. Why are you out of breath? I take your wrist. Your pulse is quickening. Maria, what’s going on? You clench your teeth and can only manage to answer through a suppressed moan: “I… don’t no-o-oh…”

Maria? Your breath is getting heavier and heavier, you’re moaning under your breath through clenched teeth. Your eyes are fixed on the belly dancer as she weaves in and out of her femininity. That’s when you buck your hips for the first time. Slightly forward. Coupled with a moan. Maria, I say, louder this time, do you want to go? We can leave—

For the first time you tear your eyes away from the woman dancer and turn to look at me. You look angry. No, you say. That’s it. One word. You buck your hips again. Your chair bounces ever so slightly off the ground. No. The man sitting behind you shakes his head, thinking you’re getting bored or anxious or, at any rate, disturbing his enjoyment of the performance. Maria, I say, what are you doing? Let’s go. Another movement of the hips, another bounce of the chair. Suddenly, I feel your leg start to press against mine. Your right leg against my left. It’s pushing my leg aside. Your legs, you’re spreading your legs!

The dress becomes tight between your knees. You moan loader. The dancer continues her dance. I start to take you by the hand, ready to pull you out of your chair—but stop. Frozen. My eyes glued to the inside of your left leg. There’s a drop on it. A drop? A drop of what? It slides down your ankle, onto and over your shoe and onto the ground. Then another drop slides down. And another. Jesus, it’s not the only place that’s wet, Ankara bayan escort either. The floor beneath your chair is turning into a small puddle. Your dress—the back of your dress—is wet, soaked through. Every few seconds the dress releases more liquid into the puddle. Every few seconds another drop slides down your left leg and over your shoe. Discretely, I run my hand up the inside of your right leg. Discretely. I almost forget to breathe. Jesus Christ! Your leg is all wet, not a patch of dry skin left. I realize: Your pussy is. You moan. Out. You push your hips forward. Of control. You spread your legs further.

The belly dancer is getting into the heart of her routine now. It’s by the far the best and most erotic dance of the three, but, of course, I don’t care about that. I don’t know what to do. It’s only a matter of time before someone realizes—the man sitting to your left clears his throat, you’re pushing your left leg against his right, taking his space; then he looks over. He sees you staring ahead, your legs spread, my face telling him exactly the following thing: I have no idea what the hell is going on either!

Whoever made this gymnasium did a terrible job. The floor is crooked and your puddle has now started turning into a stream that’s slowly making its way back through the rows and rows of seats. I can hear someone whisper in the back, “I think someone spilt their drink”. I’m listening for any more comments when suddenly I’m neither listening nor thinking about anything anymore. You can’t control yourself any longer and you moan so loud that the entire audience can hear. It’s almost a scream. And I’d be pulling you out of your seat and toward the exit right now if it wasn’t for the fact that as you moan you also put your hand on me, through my pants, and squeeze so hard that I groan just as loud as you did.

After a few seconds, your hand still firmly squeezing me cock, I regain my bearings and realize that though the dancer is still dancing and the music playing, all eyes are directed toward us. You don’t seem to mind or care but I’m already thinking of excuses. None of them make any sense: so sorry, she’s sick; I’m afraid she got some bad news today and can’t handle it? I’m half thinking about making an announcement that your “water broke” when I notice that your left leg is now on your neighbour’s knee. He’s looking as bewildered as I am and just as aroused. His arousal is showing right through his dress pants. His right hand is massaging your juicy calf muscle.

And, for the love of god, you can’t stop moaning.

The man on your left has now done the most sensible thing a man with your calf on his crotch could possibly do and taken his cock out through his zipper and started rubbing it against your leg. Your juices are making him slick and though I very much have my own predicament, I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy: those are my juices! I thus do what seems like the only other sensible idea at the time. I unwind your fingers off my pants, take out my cock and let you grab hold once more.

Mercy, you squeeze hard!

Your hips are now moving so much that people behind us would be thinking you’re possessed by Satan if you weren’t surrounded by two men with their cocks out and, altogether, there wasn’t a trio of people in the front row making the most wonderful and erotic sounds of pleasure anyone in that gymnasium has ever heard. That’s probably the moment when I realize: fuck it, it’s too late to put on the brakes, so I might as well enjoy it. The man to your left seems to have adopted the same philosophy some time ago. Indeed, the women to his left is, what looks like unconsciously, rubbing herself as well. The woman to my right, meanwhile is—what woman to my right?

There is no woman to my right. But there is a woman standing, or rather kneeling, in front of you. Your chair overflowing with juices, the floor around you a slippery mess, she must be seeing some kind of amazing view because she can barely swallow. “Oh,” is all she can manage, “oh my.”

For Escort bayan Ankara you, though, none of this seems to be going on. You’re staring, focused, thrusting your hips toward the belly dancer, who is uninterested in anything except her dancing. How she cannot notice is anyone’s guess. Must be an amazing feat of concentration—

“Yes, yes, oh… yes, yesss,” you purr.

The lady who’d been staring between your legs now has her hands somewhere inside your dress. Her whole body is shaking. It’s a surreal sight. She’s maybe in her late 30s or early 40s, looks to be about the most normal middle-aged woman in the world. Yet she’d doing the most extraordinary thing: taking, slipping off, ungluing your panties from your soaking wet, torrential pussy. Because your legs are spread about as wide as possible, she’s had to improvise with a pair of tiny scissors, yet she’s eventually successful and pulls out what used to be your panties and what is now a pulpy mix of cunt juices and cotton.

If the stunned silence of the rest of the audience has been a surprise, I think it is best explained by the following comment, shouted out rather desperately by a male voice from the crowd: “In the name of all that is good in the world, someone get a fucking microphone up there!”

Well, there is one in the gymnasium, the one used to announce the dancers, and sure enough some brave and willing soul has dragged it to the front row in no time at all. You’re moaning. I’m staring at the lady holding your panties in her hand—the wetness of them, the creaminess!—who herself is staring at your pussy, muttering something under her breath and burying her free hand beneath her own dress.

And then you, your moans, boom out through the gymnasium speakers.

The dancer keeps dancing. My cock is harder than titanium and you’re alternating between stroking and squeezing it. The man on your left is getting the exact same treatment. People are gathering around, making a semi-circle around us. I close my eyes and start to groan. Whatever’s happening, there’s no stopping it. Best to enjoy the sensations. And what sensations.

I suppose it was seconds after that, or maybe minutes. That the moans started becoming indistinct. No, that wasn’t it. There was another sound, a different sound. A sloppy sound. A wet sound. A beautiful and arousing and that bastard! The man on your left, the, the, the—

His hand is on “my” pussy and rubbing. Juices are flying everywhere. Mrs. Middleage is even getting them on her glasses. And the sounds: incredible, delicious, tasty, erotic, pure sex. Your moans, your wetness, my groans, and who knows who else doing what and feeling way too good about it.

Except, wait a second, that’s “my” pussy.

I gather my faculties and push my hand toward it. I feel that bastard’s hand. It’s rubbing so greedily. I push against it. I push it out of the way. It pushes me. Two hands, ten fingers, fighting for one prize. I meet the bastard’s eyes. We angle our eyebrows, anger and pleasure and insatiability etched into our faces. Of course, the result is two hands absolutely ravaging your pussy. Rubbing against it, sliding into it, wrists getting covered in goo. All the sounds being projected echoed, bounding around the room, everyone hearing each squish, splash, moan, slap, drip, groan, each slimy second of pleasure. And you’re stroking me, him, both of us, I hope it never ends…

“F-F-F-FUCK, Y—E, SSS.”

We must have both cum up at the same time, your two hands making us feel like heaven and hell at once…

I remember: I felt my cock contract, almost crouch—and then pounce forward, orgasm, sending squirt after squirt of cum into the air (poor Mrs. Middleage and her glasses!) and wave after wave of pleasure passing through my entire body. The sound, my sound, hearing myself through the gymnasium speakers! And at the moment of orgasm, the natural reaction, the obvious motion of pressing fingers into your cunt, into you. Feeling it swallow them, suck on them, want them. Immaculate.

And Bayan escort Ankara then your grip relaxes, you let go. My cock, still erect, is suddenly alone, cold. I put my hand on him but feel proud. We aren’t hiding. Time to get my bearings. The dancer is no longer dancing. In fact, she’s walking toward you. The crowd parts. You put your right leg on my knees. I hold it tight. The bastard, who I’m no longer fighting, is holding your left leg. Mrs. Middleage is leaving her own slimy trail on the floor and muttering, “yes, yes, open her…”

The belly dancer stands in front of you and smiles. I can feel your body shaking. We all hold our collective breath as my fingers push into the flesh of your leg and the belly dancer, in all her sensuality, kneels in front of you. She smiles again and licks her lips, slowly. To Mrs. Middleage she holds out an outstretched hand. Into which she receives the panty-cutting pair of small scissors. I shiver as I feel your goosebumps.

“please, please, do it…” you say so softly and in such a wavering voice that maybe it’s only my imagination, “make me feel so good,” the belly dancer brings the scissors closer, “like that, just like that” and puts them on the edge of your dress, “I need…” cutting and ripping it from bottom all the way to the waist, “you,” and then slides open the two makeshift wings of the dress, revealing your naked, glistening lower body, a throbbing pussy, its hair wet and its lips so full, and you moan, “please, pl-ea-se…”

The dancer puts one palm on your left thigh and one on your right. She massages them, teasing out each second of existence until it feels like minutes, hours. She holds her head a foot from your pussy, her tongue sliding around her lips like a dancer of its own, as your hips push, beg, drag your body towards her face. The feeling and strength of your sexuality is incredible to feel. Yet I know that I can’t let your hips win. I hold you back. As does the man on your left. He’s not a bastard anymore, we’re working together. The look on your face is pleasure mixed with so much yearning. But I hold you back, I hold you back because I know that’s what I have to do.

The dancer puts her tongue on your wet thigh, slides it across your stomach, tasting you. The microphone is picking up the sound of your breath. You are being so patient. I feel proud of you. I pat your leg, such a beautiful leg. The man to your left is kissing your left leg, making love to it. Someone behind you has—when? I didn’t notice—tied your wrists behind your chair and along with a younger woman is taking turns licking the back of your neck. I feel pride, satisfaction, eroticism; I feel chosen, to be able to hold this leg. I give it a kiss of my own.

The belly dancer breathes softly on your pussy. You squirm, you moan. She breathes and it feels cool and cold against the wetness. Behind you the man and woman licking your neck are also taking turns whispering things into your ears. The man is being vulgar, calling you names: a slut, a whore, a cunt, a deviant; the woman is being sweet and loving, calling you: a goddess, perfect, an ideal creature.

The first touch of the tongue is warm, inviting, intoxicating. Your muscles and body, fighting for so long to force themselves into the dancer’s face, loosen and relax. Your eyes shut, your voice begins to purr. The gymnasium finds itself silent save for the sound of your ecstasy and the sound of a lapping tongue, which circles you and enters you and covers itself completely in your wetness. From my position, I can see the dancer on her hands and knees, her big dark eyes staring up at you, her mouth and tongue hidden by the individual wet hairs of the most beautiful part of the most beautiful body in the world.

Your legs kissed, your neck licked, your ears being told what you are, you lose yourself in the moment, which lasts forever, and you let the tongue and her dancer love you and taste you and eat you.

And all at once I understand. What appeared to be cruelty and endless teasing and control, was but the creation and nurturing of a moment—a single everlasting and perfect moment. The belly dancer, weaving and twisting her body, oblivious to yours, was not truly oblivious at all. She was aware and conscious and every second she wanted this as much as you did; every second she had to deny herself. Until this second, this moment, this now.

Orgasm.

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Meet Mokhtar “Moe” Ismail, a tall, handsome Somali Muslim gentleman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. He moved there from his native Somalia ages ago, and has been living here ever since. By day, Mokhtar is studying Business Management at La Cite Collegiale, and hopes to get a government job someday. Mokhtar is thirty two years old, but believes it’s not too late to accomplish his dreams…

By night, while the rest of us are sleeping, Mokhtar runs a cleaning company called M.C.S. or Moe’s Cleaning Service. They’ve got the contract on a lot of the big buildings in downtown Ottawa, from the corporate offices on Metcalfe, Albert and Bank Streets, to the Canadian government buildings located further down in the Capital’s downtown core.

Mokhtar wants to expand his business, and for that to happen, he needs to hire competent people. One of Moe’s new hires is a young Somali Muslim woman named Choukri Abdi. Tall and thick, with a curvy, brown-skinned body which she always hides under traditional Islamic clothing, with her long dark hair almost always tucked under a Hijab, Choukri Abdi is mighty fine in a lot of ways. Too bad the gal is dumber than dirt…

Mokhtar has a problem, ladies and gentlemen. The Somali Muslim brother not only swings both ways, which is, in and of itself, perfectly okay, but he’s also a sex addict, which is not cool at all. Addictions of any kind can definitely mess with a person’s work flow. Let’s put it this way, if billionaire Bill Gates had an unmanageable addiction, it might interfere with him successfully running his business empire.

Mokhtar recently had a scandal at work. He had to fire someone who was once close to him. Moe hired a young Somali Muslim guy named Bashir Warsame, who was working for the cleaning company while attending Algonquin College. At first, Bashir was a hard worker. The brother showed up at work on time, did his duties, and Mokhtar had no complaints. One night, while working late, Mokhtar and Bashir had a moment of, ahem, male bonding, and things got dicey from there.

Translation? Mokhtar was taking a piss when Bashir Warsame, a married man and father of two, came onto him. The whole thing happened after hours, in the men’s washroom of a certain building on Albert Street in downtown Ottawa. Mokhtar was taking a piss when Bashir offered to suck his dick. What do you think Mokhtar said?

“Boss, I’ll suck that dick better than your girlfriend does,” Bashir offered, and Mokhtar, who did not have a girlfriend at the time, took him up on his offer. The Bisexual young Somali Muslim dude got on his Kurtköy Escort knees and sucked the hell out of Mokhtar’s dick. When Mokhtar came after getting deep-throated by the rather eager Bashir, Bashir surprised him by drinking every last drop of his cum. How about that?

“Hmm, you’re a talented young man, Bashir, I see a real future for you in my company,” Mokhtar said, and Bashir smiled. The two men continued to work together for ages and while they tried to be discrete, things have a way of getting out. Moe’s Cleaning Service is a small company after all. They have only about thirty employees, and what goes around definitely comes around, as they say.

Given his position, Mokhtar should definitely have tried to be more discreet in his dealings with his male lover Bashir. They both had a lot to lose. In fact, Choukri Abdi, one of Mokhtar’s new hires once caught him and Bashir getting busy in the office. Choukri, both disturbed and oddly turned on by the sight of two dark-skinned, manly Muslim guys having sex, wisely kept her mouth shut.

“Choukri, if you tell anyone about me and Bashir, you’re toast,” Mokhtar told her, as he confronted her after the, ahem, moment of surprise. Mokhtar had Bashir on his desk, bent over and ass spread, and he was slamming his dick into Bashir’s ass when Choukri walked in on them. Damn that Hijab-wearing bitch for not learning to frigging knock, Mokhtar remembered thinking at the time.

After firing Bashir due to his lackluster performance ( at work, not in bed ), Mokhtar tried to get back to normal. He began to notice that his employee Choukri ( whom he basically threatened, should she open her mouth and divulge his sexual secrets ) started coming around the office more and more. Sometimes, Choukri came by just to say hello, and other times she stopped to chit-chat. Mokhtar took one too many looks at Choukri’s big ass, and decided to go after her…

Mokhtar is a cunning and ruthless guy, and he didn’t get to his position in a hostile place like Ottawa without a talent for reading people. Now, logic dictates that Choukri Abdi, as a Somali Muslim woman who is deeply religious, should be hostile to the fact that her boss, Mokhtar, is Bisexual. Mokhtar saw a mixture of lust and submission whenever he looked into Choukri’s eyes. The gal had easy lay written all over her, so he went for it…

When Choukri came to work earlier that night, Mokhtar summoned her to his office. Choukri went in panic mode, thinking that Mokhtar would fire her. Most cleaning companies paid minimum wage, but Mokhtar Kurtköy Escort Bayan paid his workers sixteen dollars an hour, a cut above the Ontario minimum wage. He was a tough boss, but a fair one. Still, Choukri had to admit that she was a little afraid of Mokhtar…and being afraid sometimes turned her on.

“Have a seat, Choukri, seriously, park that beautiful butt here, I need to talk to you,” Mokhtar said to a nervous-looking Choukri, who stood at his office door. The young Somali woman sat down, and Mokhtar smiled, stroked his goateed chin, and closed the door behind him. Choukri thought he was in a bad mood and tried to placate him…

“Mokhtar, um, sir, I really wanted to apologize for barging in on you and, ahem, Bashir,” Choukri said, and the young woman began mumbling a thousand apologies. Choukri did not want to lose her job, because she had rent to pay, and there was also the matter of her studies at Everest College, located inside the Saint Laurent Mall’s lower levels. I will do anything to keep my job, Choukri thought.

“Well, Choukri, I have good news, I am not going to fire you, I think you’re a beautiful and strong young woman, in fact, I am here to offer you Bashir’s job, now that he’s gone, you will do ALL the things he did for me and the company and more, is that okay?” Mokhtar said, flashing her a lascivious smile. Choukri looked at him, and swallowed hard. When Mokhtar looked her up and down lustfully, she felt a wetness begin between her legs…

“Moe, am I as tight as the guys you usually bang?” Choukri Abdi asked, and the plump young Somali Muslim woman winced as Mokhtar worked his dick deep into her backdoor. Anal sex is considered haram by the majority of Muslims, but Mokhtar simply couldn’t get enough of it. The only problem Choukri had with that is the fact that Mokhtar didn’t care if he parked his dick inside a woman or a man…

“Hmm, you’re much tighter,” Mokhtar said, laughing, and he playfully smacked Choukri’s plump ass while banging her tight backdoor. The two of them were in the basement of Place De Ville, the mega-corporate complex housing the headquarters of the Canada Revenue Agency in downtown Ottawa. Just a couple of cleaners getting busy, nothing to see here…

“Go slow,” Choukri whispered, and she fingered her pussy, which was sopping wet. While Choukri would be the first to admit that Mokhtar’s big ole dick felt good inside her asshole, she was not the least bit comfortable bent over the cleaners office desk, which was cold, and metallic. Her breasts, pressed against Escort Kadıköy the cool metal, felt more than a bit sore.

“Let’s switch up,” Mokhtar suggested, as if sensing her discomfort, he made Choukri switch positions. Choukri found herself lying on Mokhtar’s office desk, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he angled himself the right way to dick her down. Choukri fingered her pussy as Mokhtar pushed his dick right back into her asshole, after smearing some extra Aloe cream to help smooth things along.

“Take my ass, it’s yours, just fucking take it,” Choukri heard herself squeal, and Mokhtar laughed and continued to fuck her in the ass. Moe has a talent for finding out which women and which men he can bend ( sometimes literally ), and he is almost never wrong. Spotting and manipulating those who are weak is a gift, Mokhtar thought, smiling.

Just like her predecessor Bashir, Choukri was submissive, eager to please, right down to her core. Oh, and top of that, the curvaceous young Somali Muslim woman was blessed with a nice ass. Mokhtar fucked Choukri’s beautiful ass, savoring the feel of her tight hole around his dick just like he used to savor that of Bashir. Female or male, a hole is a frigging hole, and Mokhtar likes to feed them his dick…

“Good girl,” Mokhtar said to Choukri, after he pulled his dick out of her asshole. Choukri took a breather, and smiled nervously at him. Mokhtar smiled at her and said some sweet words, the kind that he knew women liked to hear after sex. They needed to hear those things especially after doing some really freaky stuff that they didn’t think they were capable of really doing…

“Mokhtar, you’re strict and bossy but I like you, you don’t need to fuck boys asses, whenever you feel horny, just call me, and I’ll come, you can have my ass and my pussy anytime,” Choukri Abdi said, licking her full, lovely lips. Mokhtar nodded and smiled at her, pleased by her choice of words. Looks like I found a true replacement for Bashir, Mokhtar thought, amazed.

“Choukri, my sister, you’re amazing, I need a woman like you in my life,” Mokhtar said, and he kissed her on the forehead and playfully smacked her big butt. Women, got to tell them what they want to hear, Mokhtar thought, amused. Choukri Abdi smiled at her boss, pleased to see that underneath it all, her control-freak boss had a heart. They were going to have lots of fun together, that’s for sure…

“I’m going to to the washroom to get cleaned up, see you soon, boss-man,” Choukri said, and she awkwardly gave him a hug. Mokhtar, who, like a chameleon, could become whatever his lovers/playthings/victims, whether female or male, wanted him to be, smiled and gave Choukri a warm hug. He winked at her and watched as she smiled and walked away. She’ll be fun to play with for a few months, then I’ll move on to someone new, Mokhtar thought confidently.

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It had been a few days since ‘The Event’ as they’re now calling it. Domina was as good as her word – she always is. For two days straight I did nothing but watch men fucking women in my barn, whether it was live or on giant TV screens. I can’t begin to describe how horned up I was when it was time.It helped. I was locked into stocks on a stage downtown for twenty-four hours as I was used by man after man, after man, after man. For the first half, I was begging for more men, and I did it loudly so the cameras could pick everything up. Some were already hard and came instantly, some took more time. I’ve never been happier. These men did NOT take it easy on me. I was jack-hammered the entire time. On the backstretch, that enthusiasm faded a bit, but I powered through it…not because it would remove all doubt with regard to my sincerity about Eden, or to please Domina, but to please me. The simple, yet inescapable fact was, I liked cock! I like what it does to me, what I’ll do to get it, and what it makes me. I always have, I just wasn’t able to admit it until I became Charity.That old life seems a million years ago. I have trouble even remembering the name with which I was born. When I think of that life, it makes me sad that I wasted so many years because I was doing what society wanted me to do…told me to do. I was a slave then too, I just didn’t know it. Now I’m truly free, and damn the consequences! I’m going to fuck like there’s no tomorrow! My sole mission is life it to take as much raw cock as I can!I was currently in Eden’s hospital. It was just precautionary. I felt fine. Sore, as one would expect, but fine. My legs were currently tied to the bed posts to keep them open until the soreness went away. I couldn’t walk. I had an IV in my left arm to replenish fluids and they were running a battery of tests on me and the baby. No expense was spared.Domina entered my room wearing a short-sleeved white blouse with a couple of buttons open and a long black broomstick skirt.She leaned down, kissed me softly on my lips, and pulled her head back to look me in the eyes. “That was marvelous, whore! It was unbelievable.”I reached up and took her hand in mine. “And do we still have doubters in town?”She shook her head rapidly. “No. Not a single one. Do you want to know how many men fucked Kartal Escort you?”I gazed into her eyes and was stunned. “No, it’s not important Domina. I’m just proud that I lasted the whole twenty-four hours.”She smiled and ran her fingers down my body slowly from my neck to my hips and back up again. “You broke the record with four hours to go. Now keep in mind that I had to call in a lot of favors to line these men up for you. All you had to do was keep your fucking legs open.”I smiled up at her. “Easy to do with my feet spread apart and locked in place.”I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she continued. “We have enough video footage now. If you ever run, the world will be so disgusted they’ll bring you back.”I nodded slowly and squeezed her hand. “I’m not running!”She pulled her head back and saw how serious I was. “No, I suppose you won’t. I guess there was a part of me that thought you might – until just this moment. You just seemed too good to be true, whore.”“So, now what?” I asked honestly.“Now we get your breasts done all the way up to FF, because no wife of mine is going to have anything less,” she said as a matter of fact.“Wife?” I asked confused.“Yes, I’m marrying you,” she said as she started taking off her blouse and letting it fall to the floor. Her young breasts were so firm and high.She kept her eyes on mine. “I love you, Charity. I don’t love who you were before you became mine, but I love you now. I want exclusive rights. I’m taking you out of that breeding collar, but if I put you in another, you’ll be community property, and I don’t want that. I want exclusive. It will be the first marriage in Eden’s history. You’ll get a rainbow collar and never leave my side. You’ll be the highest-ranking slave in my stable. It also means you can never be sold or transferred. This is forever.”She slowly slid out of her skirt, then stepped out of it. I’d never really noticed she had perfect hips…wide and round. Her stomach was almost washboard. She pulled a strap-on out of her purse and fixed it to her belt.I’ve never seen anything so big.“You’ve never taken anything this large, Charity. I would give you time to heal but let’s be honest, you don’t want it. You want to get fucked again – so that’s what I’m going to do.”I gripped the Kartal Escort Bayan handrails on the bed as I nodded.“This is over a foot in length and soda can thick. It may wreck you, whore – I don’t care. You’re taking it. She laid it on my stomach so I could see how far it was going to go inside of me. I saw its length and felt its weight.She climbed on top of me but held the dildo just at my entrance. She gently took my face in her hands and said, “I’m not going to take it easy on you, Charity.”She gently softly kissed me and looked into my eyes as she put her hands on my shoulders and drove a little deeper into me.I gasped for air and dug my nails into the bed sheets, balling them up in my fists. I moaned loudly.“With me, Charity, it will never be gentle…but don’t be fooled. From now on, you’re going to get gang-fucked a lot. As it turns out, I like seeing you do that. It gets me wet to see that many men using your pussy raw.”I closed my thighs around her as best I could while my ankles were tied to the bed posts. I nodded. “Yes, please, Domina. All of it. Please be the only one that touches me in places no one else can. I’ve loved you for a long time…I just didn’t know how to say it.”She smiled at me, then kissed me softly again as she pushed in further. “And I you, whore. Once your breasts are all healed up, you’re going to do another gang – this time for thirty-six hours.”I nodded as I moved my hands to her ass, and pulled her into me deeper.“Yes, Domina. I need the pain. Need to be used.”She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “The risk doesn’t bother you? All that unprotected cock?”I shook my head. “No, Domina, I need the risk. That’s what makes it fun.”She pushed into me again and I knew she bottomed out as I felt her stomach against mine. I pushed my body against her and shoved her in further.“But mine is going to be the only pussy you eat, Charity.”I rotated my hips up and gripped her body tightly with my thighs and kissed her with passion. “Of course, Domina.”She kissed me softly as she pulled out slowly. “I meant what I said about your future daughter. Nothing sexual until she’s of age, but from the cradle, she’ll be raised to be a servant to men. No education. She won’t learn to read and write…just serve. Her I’ll Escort Kartal make a breeder,” she said with a wink.I didn’t let her pull all the way out, but rather grabbed her ass again and pulled her back in. Hard. I dug my nails into her back and grunted loudly.She responded by pulling out to the head of her dildo slowly but slamming back into me equally as hard. “Is that what you want, Charity? Rough? Even with something this size?”I leaned up and put her right nipple into my mouth. “Very much so, Domina.”She smiled, slapped me across the face, then kissed me as she pulled out to the head and shoved back in as hard as she could. Vicki must be a lifetime lesbian because she knew how to drive her cock. She anchored her knees in the mattress, drove into me using her legs, and thrust upwards with her hips right at the end. Just like the men do it.She reached out and grabbed the headboard over my head, and slammed into me again while keeping eye contact. She had great eyes – round like a doe’s eyes.Again, she kissed me and then slapped me – this time a little harder while pulling out to the head and pushing equally as hard back into me.She grabbed my wrists and put them on the headboard, guiding me to grab onto the rails above my head. Once I did, she moved her hands to my breasts, sat up a little, and looked down on me, and yet into my eyes then soul.She was still deep within me. “I just had a marvelous idea, whore! How would you feel if you did that thirty-six-hour gang fuck on our wedding night?”She pulled out her cock a little and rubbed my clit with her left hand while pinching my right nipple with the other. “My body undulated like a slow wave at the mere thought. My eyes closed as I imagined it.She slapped me again because she knew I liked it. “Is your pussy getting wet now, whore?”I nodded as I ground into her cock hard. “Yes, Domina.”“Me standing there in the street watching you, slut,” she said, pulling out and moving back in.I looked up at her with widened eyes. “I had a marvelous idea myself, Domina. How about you watch, and get edged without cumming?”She smiled wider than I’d ever seen her. “Oh, that’s delicious! Tell me more!”Slowly she started to move her cock in and out of me fully but slowly. I didn’t think, I just said whatever came to my mind.“We’re BOTH on stage… Me on all fours getting pounded, you right in front of me standing up and getting your pussy eaten by other women, with a vibrator on your clit. When you get close to coming, they stop, then they start again. You’ll be edged and edged and edged for 36 hours. You only cum at the end when it’s over.”

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Big thanks to Findingmyvoice for helping me with the story! Enjoy this Birthday Surprise.

It’s my birthday and I had to work. The day dragged and I can’t wait to come home to you, maybe have a candle lit dinner, and if I’m lucky, some crazy birthday sex. Well, can’t blame a guy for hoping. When I get home you meet me at the door in a robe with a kiss and a naughty grin.

“I know that look,” I say as I smile back. “What are you up to?” You just smile and tell me to shower and put on some boxers. This could be interesting.

I shower and put on the silk boxers you bought me last Christmas. You walk up to me carrying some kind of cloth. You hold it up and with the most innocent look you ask, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course Angel,” I reply. Then I understand what the cloth is and my eyes widen. It’s a blindfold. This could be very interesting indeed.

The look on my face causes your innocent smile to become devilish. You lead me to a chair facing our bed, tell me to sit and then tie the blindfold over my eyes. I feel you start to tie my hands together behind me and I flinch, but you kiss me passionately. And as our tongues enter each other’s mouths, I forget what I am struggling for.

You break off the kiss and as I try to gather my senses you whisper in my ear, “Relax baby, you’re going to love this. I promise.” I relax and you finish securing my hands behind me.

You spread my legs and kiss up my thigh, kissing my cock on top of the silky boxers before tying my legs to the chair. I’m confused, curious, nervous, and hard as steel. “I’ll be right back,” you tell me and I hear you leave. Moments later, you return and I feel you give me a kiss that starts at my lips then travels to the left side of my neck. But something is different. It doesn’t feel like your kisses. But it still feels good. As I sit here, trying to figure out why it feels different and enjoying the attention, I hear you whisper, “Happy birthday, baby” into my right ear. As you kiss the right side of my neck I stiffen with surprise. Two set of lips smile against my skin.

“Are you serious?” is all I manage to choke out.

A feminine voice, I don’t recognize whispers, “What do you think?”

My brain turns to mush as you both nibble my ears and you both place a hand on each knee. “Is this too much baby?” you ask. “We’ll stop if you want us to,” you tease as you both run your fingertips up my thighs and gently pass over my cock. Three moans break the gentle quiet of the bedroom.

You kiss me passionately, as she whispers, “We’re going to have fun with our sir.” I moan into your mouth knowing you told her about that.

Then you two trade places and I’m kissing her while you whisper, “The only rule is, you can’t cum inside of her. Your cum is all mine.”

Then two sets of lips travel down my neck, over my chest, down my stomach, stopping at my boxers to tease me. “Grab some scissors,” I hear you tell her. Next thing I know, my boxers have been cut off and I’m sitting completely naked, my aching hard cock on display for you and our new playmate. I gasp as two mouths take turns devouring my cock. It’s so hard to not cum right here and now. I can’t even tell which mouth is whose at this point. I’m lost in how good this feels. One has my balls in her mouth while the other sucks my cock. When I feel you both put your mouths on my cock and meet at the tip for a kiss, I almost lose it.

Then suddenly you both back away and the blindfold disappears. Pendik Escort As my eyes adjust, I see you standing in front of me, my naughty little angel in sheer white lingerie and thong with that naughty smirk on your beautiful face. Standing next to you is an attractive brunette, in matching lingerie of black instead of white. She’s about your height, with what I’m guessing are b or c-cup breasts and a matching grin. I keep looking back and forth between you, my eyes devouring you both. Your grin widens when you see me straining against the restraints. You shake your head. “You don’t want to ruin our fun now, do you baby?” you ask. I stop straining.

Satisfied, you turn to her and kiss her. My jaw damn near hits the floor. It’s a really good kiss too, I can tell your tongues are moving and she moans a little. Holy fuck! “That was hot,” she gasps.

“Hell yeah it was,” I chip in.

You two kiss again, and she starts kissing your neck. You look over at me and my eyes are absolutely glued to you. You can see the hunger in my eyes. Just knowing how badly I want you, turns you on even more. A drop of pre-cum drips down my cock. I’m aching to touch, to be touched, anything.

Her kisses are starting to get to you. You’re both more into this than you expected. She puts her hand under your top and you moan as her hand travels to your nipple. My mouth is dry, this is driving me crazy. Your hands start exploring her body as well. You both look at me every now and then to make sure you still have my undivided attention. You do. I almost drool as you lift your arms so she can take off your top. Both of her hands are on your breasts now and the kisses are getting more intense. It feels so good, you can’t wait to untie me and feel my hard cock inside of you. You take off her top. As you kiss more, your breasts press together and I moan.

“If that got to him, wait until he sees this,” you think to yourself. You wrap your lips around our playmates nipple and start sucking and massaging her breasts. Her head tilts back and she and I both moan. “Like what you see, baby? Want to join us sir?” I nod; I am incapable of speech at the moment. I’m practically humping the air. I’m already so close. I’m begging you with my eyes to touch me.

“Poor baby,” our friend says. “We should probably get him off before he explodes.”

You agree and you both walk over to me and drop to your knees. You both are pressing those beautiful breasts against my legs. She begins to stroke me and you go down on me like it is the dessert you’ve been waiting to taste for years. It doesn’t take long before I’m filling your mouth with my cum. You sit back as she cleans me off.

Then both of you stand up and turn around, bending over with your sexy asses towards me and slowly pull down your thongs. My cock begins to stir again. You both sit on the bed, your sides touching. You are facing me, watching me, as you begin touching and caressing yourselves. You both spread your wet pussy lips for me and my eyes bug out. You begin to masturbate in earnest when suddenly her hand joins yours and starts playing with your clit.

Fuck, it feels good. My cock is rock hard again as you reach over to her and begin to fondle her clit as well. You girls moan, driving me crazy. I’m fighting the restraints again. You grin and attack her clit harder, knowing it would drive me crazy to see you make her cum. Your eyes roll back, she had the same thought. We’re all moaning.

Holy shit, this is the Pendik Escort Bayan hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You feel her cum, see my cock jump in reaction, and your orgasm hits as well. You’re both so wet. I want you so bad right now. I’m just moaning incoherently, no thoughts, just pure unadulterated lust. You can see it plainly on my face. “Perfect,” you think with a smirk.

You both walk over to me again, legs slightly shaky. You sit in my lap facing me, my cock straight up and between your wet pussy lips, but not inside of you. You grind a little on me, getting my dick nice and wet with your juices. You press your breasts against me and whisper, “Do you want to fuck us baby? Do you want to shove that meaty cock into our pussies?” I moan in reply, lifting my hips, trying desperately to get inside of you.

You kiss me and then lift yourself so that the tip of my cock is just inside of you and slowly work your way down. I see our playmate’s hands reach around from behind you and grope and massage your breasts. Once I’m all the way inside of you, you grind back and forth using my cock to pleasure yourself. Then you say, “It’s her turn baby. Just remember the rule, only I get sir’s cum.” I nod, too lust-crazed to even respond. You climb off of me, slowly sliding off my cock, your pussy gripping me the whole way.

Then our playmate kisses me, her tongue in my mouth and mine in hers. She turns away from me and sits in my lap, her pussy pinning my cock down instead of up this time. You kiss her, give her nipple a flick with your tongue and then grab my cock. No way is this happening. She lifts up and you rub my diamond hard dick up and down her soaking wet pussy, teasing us both. Then you guide me into her. We both gasp.

She slowly slides down onto me until you lean down and your tongue licks up the part of my cock not inside her yet all the way up to her clit. Mmmmm. That felt so good. I’m actively trying to escape my restraints so I can take you both, but the material is strong and I can’t think straight. You back away and she sits down hard, impaling herself on my cock.

You’re surprised at how much this is turning you on. Seeing what it looks like when I’m fucking your tight little pussy. Seeing what it looks like as she moves up and down, slowly fucking me. She pulls you in for a kiss, moaning into your mouth. She freezes for a second as a small orgasm washes over her.

“Wait until you feel his tongue,” you tell her. “Let’s untie him.”

As you begin untying me you say, “Now you’re going to lay down on the bed for us ok?”

“Mmhmm,” I respond.

“And then you’re going to fuck and lick our pussies until we’re satisfied. Then, and only then are you going to be allowed to pump that beautiful cock into my tight little pussy until you fill it with cum. Does sir understand?”

“Yes Angel.”

I lay down on the bed and you both lay down beside me. We kiss as I explore both of your bodies with my fingers as you both take turns stroking me and fondling my balls. Then you say, “Sit on his face, so he can eat your pussy. He loves it when you do.” She seems surprised, but crawls up my body and positions her pussy over my mouth.

You watch as my tongue makes contact and I pull her further down to give me better access. You know how good that feels. You can almost feel my tongue fucking your tight little hole before attacking your clit. I’m completely distracted by eating her out, just the moment you’ve been waiting for. You place Escort Pendik yourself right over my cock and guide me into you. You’re so wet you can just drop all the way down in one thrust. I’m completely filling you. I moan into our playmate’s pussy and she grinds a little on my face.

You can tell I’m turned on as fuck because you can see my fingers digging into our friend’s ass as I attack her clit for all I’m worth. She’s pinching her nipple and moaning aloud. You are bouncing up and down on my cock, holy shit it feels so good. She cums explosively, screaming and gripping at my hair. As my cock twitches in response inside of you, you begin to cum as well.

You both climb off me. She goes down on me, licking our juices off my painfully hard dick. You and I are kissing like there’s no tomorrow. I start fingering you as we make out, our playmate bobbing her head on my cock. I guide you so that you’re on all fours. You know what’s coming.

You and I love doggy style. What you weren’t expecting and makes you moan aloud is when she crawls underneath us, licking my cock and your clit and pussy as I thrust slowly into you. It doesn’t allow me to get all the way inside you, but this kind of teasing is turning you on even more. I start to thrust faster and she sucks and licks your clit, hard. The sensation of being filled with your lovers hard throbbing cock while a woman licks your clit is too much. You scream as your pussy locks onto my dick, cumming harder than you ever remember cumming.

She crawls out from under us and you collapse. She flips you over and kisses your lips, pressing her body against yours and then sliding down to suck and fondle your breasts before continuing down your body. Your clit is sensitive so she kisses all around your pussy and on the inside of your thighs. She definitely knows what she’s doing.

As she starts to put two fingers inside of you, you see me place my cock in front of your face. You open your mouth obligingly and start sucking as our playmate licks and finger fucks your pussy. You’re moaning on my cock as it touches the back of your throat. Mmmm that feels so good. I pull out of your mouth and move behind our friend.

As I enter her from behind she moans on your clit and redoubles her efforts, determined to make you cum again. Her mouth moves up and down while she eats you, you can tell she’s getting fucked hard. Holy shit you’re close again already. Her moans are getting louder. You can hear my hips and hands hitting her ass. She’s moaning and licking faster. You grab her hair and cum against her fingers and tongue. Her body stiffens as she cums too.

I pull you back towards me between her legs. Now I have perfect access to your pussy. And hers is right above your mouth. On a whim, you snake your tongue out and lick her. I see this and stuff your tight little hole with my cock as a reward. You begin tonguing her in earnest as my thrusts become harder. Faster. She tastes like me and it’s so hot and I’m fucking you so hard and good right now. You moan into her. She and I moan in response.

“I’m getting close angel,” I warn you. “I’m going to pump your pussy full of cum while you have your tongue shoved into our playmates little hole. Make her cum on your tongue.” This is all so hot. I thrust harder. Harder. “I’m about to,” I gasp.

“Do it. Cum in her tight little pussy while she eats mine. Fill her with your hot seed,” our friend moans. As you moan in agreement, my cock throbs and I explode inside you, grunting as I cum deep in your pussy. For the umpteenth time you cum for me, feeling my cock pump you full. She cums shortly after, your screams pleasuring her even further. We all collapse on the bed. Best. Birthday. Ever.

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