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Sex between my husband and me was wild for a while but, as I think happens to most couples, life, kids and finances wore us down and we returned to a normal once or twice on the weekend schedule. After my oldest started kindergarten, I started to work part time to help with the finances to at least reduce that part of the stress in our lives. Because I had an MBA, I was able to get a temporary jobs helping with end of the year audits at a well-known swimsuit manufacturing company.

My boss was a guy about twenty-five years old, five years younger than me. His name was Tyler, and he looked like a Tyler—preppy, well built, dark hair and intense blue eyes. His office was large and had mirrors on three sides as well as full bathrooms on opposite sides of the room. While I worked, models would walk in on occasion wearing skimpy bikinis, sometimes a thong, and parade up and down in front of the mirrors. Tyler would nod approval or disapproval and then they went somewhere else, to a photo shoot I figured.

With about four days left in my assignment, I started looking at the books for a subsidiary of the swimsuit company. “What does this subsidiary do?” I asked. “They have some products with funny names.”

“It’s…um…” Tyler mumbled, “A sexual aide manufacturer.”

I, the good Asian girl with little knowledge of the real world, asked, “Sexual aides? What are sexual aides?”

Tyler turned beet red and, avoiding my eyes, said, “You know. Dildos, butt plugs, vibrators…”

“Butt what!”

“Butt plugs,” Tyler said. “You know what they are, right?”

“I…” I stammered, “I have no idea.”

“Well…”

“Show me,” I said.

He thought my request to be rather funny. “I’d rather not.”

I pouted and put my hands on my hips. “Come on. I’m a big girl.”

Tyler rolled his eyes and sighed, “If you insist.” Tyler went into a storage closet and came out with a large cardboard box. He took out a plastic box with five black shiny objects that looked like miniature cocks. “This is our anal training kit,” he said. “It’s one of our most popular items.”

“Anal…anal training?”

Tyler sighed and put the plastic box back inside the large box. “Listen,” he said. “I don’t think this is a discussion…”

“No,” I gulped. “I find this fascinating. Show me another.”

“Why don’t you do this,” Tyler said. “Why don’t you look in the box and ask me if you have questions.”

At first I hesitated, but then I shrugged and started examining the items one at a time. These things came in every shape and size. Some were quite bizarre, but some excited me when I held them. In particular, one plug was tapered in such a way that a small round ball sat on the top, a larger one sat beneath it, and the largest sat at the bottom. I fondled it, trying to imagine what it would feel like, losing myself in my thoughts.

“If you like that, you can have it,” Tyler said. “In fact, you can have the whole box.”

I almost died of embarrassment! “Oh, no,” I said. “I’ve never…I mean…not that it’s any of your business…”

He almanbahis clapped his hands together and laughed. “You’re right. It’s none of my business. Let me put this stuff away.”

But he didn’t put it all away. He took out the anal trainer kit and the three-tiered plug and left them on his desk. Then he winked at me. “Just in case.”

I assumed, of course, that he was suggesting that I might want to take the training kit home. Well, I didn’t, and nothing happened that night. Two days later it was my last day on the job, and I was working late into the night with Tyler. We were the only two in the entire building when at last, we closed the books.

“Before you go,” Tyler said, “I have something for you.” He handed me a couple of thin boxes and said, “Use the bathroom. Try these on.”

“What are they?” I asked.

“One’s a regular bikini and one’s a thong bikini.”

I giggled and blushed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Sure,” he said. “You have a great body, at least I think you do, and I’m in the business. Go ahead.”

I bought into his story hook line and sinker! I went into the bathroom and, paranoid that there were cameras in it, stripped out of my clothes and slipped into the black string bikini. I was pretty tan at the time so I wasn’t too scared about how I looked, but I was scared to be with a young man all alone late at night. When I came out, he whistled. “That’s a keeper,” he said. “Try on the thong and maybe your husband would like a suit, too. I’ll use the other bathroom and put one on so you can see what they look like.”

My heart was in my throat when I put on the dark blue thong. It was almost out of my throat as I stood in the middle of the room seeing my reflection in all the mirrors, but I almost fainted when Tyler walked out of the other bathroom wearing what seemed to be a handkerchief. Tyler’s body was hard, as was his cock under the tiny patch of cloth.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Would your husband like something like this?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Well, he sure would like you in that thong,” Tyler said. “Turn around. Let me see you from behind.”

I turned, watching myself in the mirrors, thrilled by the undersides of my tits peeking out from under the top of the suit. “Do you ever go topless?” Tyler asked.

“No,” I gulped. “I mean, sometimes, by our pool maybe, not at the beach.”

“You should, you know,” he said. “There’s something about a topless Asian woman that’s fantastic. I think it’s the combination of small, firm breasts and large, dark nipples.” Without asking, he reached around my neck and untied the knot holding my suit up, and then he undid the knot around my back. The top flittered to the floor. I stood almost naked in front of a total stranger and made no attempt to cover myself.

“Yeah,” he said, staring at my tits. “There’s something about a topless Asian woman. Hey. There’s a problem with my suit. Do you know what it is?”

I just shook my head.

“The problem is that my cock sticks out of it. See?” He took my hand and placed in on the almanbahis yeni giriş hard knob of his dick. In an instant, we were kissing, pressed up against each other.

He kissed my neck and ran his hands over my breasts. “I don’t want to force you.”

“You’re not,” I whispered.

He lowered me onto the couch, pulled off the thong and started eating my pussy. I lifted my pussy high in the air, arching my back, moaning and trying not to come. I almost squealed when he licked my butt hole, responding to his oral assault by grinding my hips against his face.

Tyler glanced up at me and asked, “You enjoy being toyed with back there?”

I moaned and whispered, “Yes.”

“Have you ever…”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

“With my husband, yes.”

“Do you want to be…trained?”

“You mean,” I mumbled, “use that…that thing?”

He knew what I meant. “Come here. I’ll sit, and you come on top of me.”

He sat on the couch and I lowered my soaked pussy onto his hard cock. He reached over my shoulder and spread my juices over my tight hole. “Are you ready?”

“Uh huh.”

God how I writhed and wiggled when Tyler shoved his cock deep into my pussy, even more so when he began easing the dildo into my ass. I felt my tight hole being spread open and yielding to the first little ball. There was no pain—only pleasure—and when my muscles closed around it I just about screamed! My orgasm ripped me apart and his orgasm filled me with hot juice.

I gasped for air, impaled on his prick and the butt plug impaled in my ass. Gradually I came to realize that he was still hard and still gyrating his hips.

Gasping for air, he whispered into my ear, “Are you ready?”

“Ready…for what?”

“The second ball,” Tyler said.

I had seen that ball! There was no way, I thought, that it could make it into the tiny space behind me. “I…I don’t think…”

Tyler stroked my cheek. “Sure you can,” he said. “Trust me.”

He started slow, but soon he picked up the pace and once again he was pounding his cock into me. I tried to match his movements, but the pain of the second ball entering my butt made me pause. I saw my reflection in the mirror, my face twisted with ecstasy, as he eased the bulbous knob into me. I felt myself being opened further and further until a feral lust overcame me. “Fuck my ass,” I cried. “Fuck it!”

Tyler obliged. He shoved the second ball in, pulled it out, and then started moving it in and out with a rhythm that matched the thrusts of his prick. His hot juices flooded me again and another orgasm ripped the breath out of me.

I lay my head on his shoulder, gasping for air. He pulled me close, moving his hips constantly, his still hard dick moving inside of me, pushing his cum and my juices out of me until they coated my thighs.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“I can’t,” I cried. There was no way he could get the third ball into me.

“Try it,” Tyler said.

I looked in the mirror. I saw the animal lust on my face and my quivering almanbahis giriş lips. “Okay,” I mumbled.

Tyler held me close and whispered in my ear, “Hang on tight!” The pressure on my butt increased. The pain increased. The pleasure increased. I felt the largest ball slip inside of me and my muscle close around it. “Do you know that it’s massaging my cock?” Tyler asked. “I don’t have to move at all. I just have to push that in and out of you. Should I do that?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Do it! Yes!”

Like a pile driver, he pulled the plug completely out and then rammed it back in. All three balls opened my ass on the way out, and opened it again on the way in. Soon I was nothing but a lewd slut, waiting to be sodomized by this plastic knob, my orgasms coming in wave after wave.

I thought we were done, but Tyler had other plans. “I’m going to remove the dildo,” he said. “Then you’re gonna put my cock in your ass.”

“I…I’m what?”

“You’re going to reach behind you, hold my prick, place it at your ass hold and lower yourself onto it.”

“No. I…”

“It’s not like the toy you’ve been using. You’ll be stretched open, that’s for sure, but you’ll feel me cock all the way up inside you. If you think you had great orgasms a few minutes ago, think about this—the best is yet to come.”

I swallowed hard, lifted my body off his still-hard cock, put it at the opening of my tight hole and lowered myself onto him. It took only a few seconds for me to be pushing down as hard as I could and as fast as I could. His prick felt like it was so long that it was hitting my ribs but I wanted it deeper, so I jammed my body down as hard as I could, grinding onto his lap. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to come, though, because I had come so many times already, but Tyler solved that problem. He clenched his teeth around one of my nipples and his thumb and forefinger around the other, squeezing it as hard as he could without tearing it off. That did it. The added pain quickly turned to added pleasure. I screamed when I came, my voice echoing throughout the room.

I was exhausted, covered in sweat. I could barely move and, when I finally stood up, I could barely walk.

“You should shower before you go,” Tyler said. He kissed me and held me against his body, whispering in my ear.

“You’re incredible,” he said. “So sensual. So beautiful. I wish you could stay. Do you think, someday, you and I could…you know…spend a night together?”

“I don’t know,” I said. I wanted to. I wanted to spend a week with him. He had opened me up-literally-to a new set of sensations , but I loved my husband. After what I had just done, I had to do something special for him and I knew what it was.

After I showered and dressed, I bundled up the bikini and thong, picked up the anal toys and left. When I got home, I found a thousand dollar bonus check in the pay envelope Tyler had given me. I don’t know if it was for the sex or for my work, and I never asked.

Later, when I lay in bed next to my husband, I whispered, “Let’s go away for our anniversary. Let’s spend the weekend, just you and me, at a nice place at the beach.”

“Sure,” he yawned. “Whatever you want.”

My husband could not possibly imagine what I wanted, but I was certain he would enjoy what I had planned for our weekend.

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Authors note: – This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

Becca XXX. Double Trouble. Ch 15

We woke up around midday. After the previous night’s fuck-fest we were both exhausted and had slept through. My mind immediately switched onto the job in hand.

We had to interrogate Tristan and find out what the hell was going on with him, the elections and the Russians.

I stretched the lactic acid from my muscles with a huge yawn, feeling well rested and sexually satisfied. Natalie was still asleep beside me, having fallen into bed next to me and sleeping the sleep of the dead. She stirred and groaned and snuggled up to me, not wanting to get out of bed.

I could hear the wind howling and the rain lashing against the window pane and it sounded far from welcoming. I loved snuggling in a warm bed when the weather was so bad outside, but we needed to press on.

“Wakey-wakey, little Natalie,” I said in a soothing voice. “It’s time to go to work.”

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled, not even opening her eyes.

She wrapped her arms around me and I pulled her in and kissed her forehead. I felt the heat from her sexy body under the covers.

I lay there feeling contented and going through the events that had led us up to this point. It seemed hard to believe that all of this had started at a street race on an old abandoned industrial estate. It seemed like months ago but it had only been a couple of weeks.

We’d met our targets, Sinner and Ice, who’d later turned out to be Singen and Isaac. They were the rich twins of Tristan Kingsley, the guy we were really after. After some fun with the boys and a couple of incidents at the Voodoo titty-bar, we ended up at Kingsley manor and discovered they had a sister called Pippa who was a slut.

All three of the Kingsley men were fucking her and so were the stable boys. It wasn’t part of our mission, but I’d had a lot of fun with her. It certainly gave us a bargaining chip in order to blackmail Tristan. He would have no choice but to tell us what he was up to, unless he wanted it plastered all over the front page of the papers.

Some Russian thugs had intervened along our journey, probably trying to warn us off from whatever they were up to. Somehow, they were linked to the election rigging and the use of Tristan’s A.I. social media software.

Those were the facts. I just needed the final piece of the puzzle to bring this whole episode to a close.

“Work with us or disappear,” I repeated Lexa’s words out loud, without realising it.

“What?” grumbled Nat.

“Nothing… I’m just thinking,” I replied.

“Do it quietly. I was having a lovely dream.”

“What about?”

“I’d seduced a young girl who said she was straight, but when I’d finished with her, she played for both teams,” she giggled.

“Sounds sexy,” I replied. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Suddenly a light flicked on in my head.

“Wait… What did you just say?” I asked.

“Are you going deaf in your old age? I said, I seduced a young girl and we had amazing sex.”

“No, you said she played for both teams,” I corrected her.

“Whatever, go back to sleep.”

The cogs whirred in my brain as though what she’d said was significant. I had a realisation and a theory, but without sitting opposite Tristan and getting a read on him it was pointless going any further with it.

I yanked the bed covers back, making Natalie screw up her face from the afternoon light.

“Five more minutes,” she groaned again.

I slipped out from under her, causing her head to flop sideways with a jolt as it hit the mattress.

“Bitch,” she cursed.

“Takes one to know one. Get up and have a shower. You smell of sex.”

“Well, you smell like a whore, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

My body was sticky and crusty and my hair was stuck together. Being covered in multiple loads of dried cum had made a mess of me and I couldn’t wait to wash it off.

The cascade of hot water soon had me squeaky clean and ready for the day’s events. I dried off and went back to my bedroom.

Natalie had gone back to her room and I could hear the shower running. I pulled back the curtains and looked over the grounds of Kingsley Manor. The rain was hammering down and the view was obscured with low clouds and fog.

“It’s a great day to be riding motorbikes,” I shouted to Nat, sarcastically, as the water turned off.

“What?” she replied as she appeared from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“I said, it’s a great day to be riding motorbikes. Are you going deaf in your old age?” I repeated back her sarcastic comment.

“The leathers will keep us mostly dry, but I agree. It’s going to be pretty miserable riding back in this and the roads will be slippery.”

“Nearly as slippery as my pussy was last night,” I laughed. “God, I was wet and juicy.”

“You’re always wet and juicy,” she giggled. “That’s what being almanbahis a dirty slut does for you.”

“And I suppose you were bone dry all night after all those men creamed your baggy pussy?”

“Baggy? I don’t think so babe. You’re the one with a bucket cunt.”

“I see you two are still at it,” said a voice from the doorway.

It was Pippa and she was looking a bit bedraggled.

“Hi Pippa. When did you get back?” asked Nat.

“Just now. I got soaked just walking from the garage to the house.”

“Nearly as soaked as you were at the orgy,” I giggled.

She looked down the corridor to make sure no one was listening and then came into my room and closed the door.

“Gosh, it was so exciting and horny,” she cooed. “I just want to thank you both again for letting me join in.”

“Do you think your father and brothers had any idea it was you?” I asked.

“I don’t think so. How could they?”

“Maybe they recognised your blowjob technique or the feel of your pussy.”

“I’ll see if they say anything today,” she shrugged. “But I doubt it.”

“How are you feeling? I hope Tammy and the girls looked after you last night.”

“Yes, they were great. They are such nice people. They said I can visit them whenever I like if they have another orgy,” she beamed. “I still feel so dirty.”

“You are dirty. You sucked and fucked twenty men,” Nat pointed out.

“Twenty-six,” she corrected her.

“Ok, twenty-six. You’re still a little whore, either way.”

“Yes, I suppose I am. I can see why you like being hookers,” she smiled.

“Ex-hookers,” I corrected her.

“Sorry ex-hookers.”

“I’d like to see your father today to thank him for everything he’s done for us,” I said, changing the subject.

“He’s not here.”

“What? Where’s he gone?”

“He’s gone to pick mummy up from the spa. He’ll be back later this evening.”

My heart sank a little. I wanted to get this over and done with, rather than be hanging around all day.

“Oh… right. Ok. I guess we’ll speak to him later.”

“Are Isaac and Singen awake?”

“They’re not here either. According to Robert, they left with one of the other guests last night. He wanted to have an early meeting with them this morning apparently. They’ll be back later too.”

Without even being told I knew the boys had gone with Wilson. It was the only explanation. Maybe they were discussing their future careers or something more sinister. One thing was for sure, it meant we had time to kill until they all came back.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” I declared. “Let’s get some brunch.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Natalie.

“Great. I’m hungry too,” replied Pippa.

“How can you be hungry after drinking all that spunk last night?” sniggered Natalie.

Pippa just laughed.

“Can we borrow some more clothes?” I asked.

“Sure, come on.”

We followed Pippa into her room and picked out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt each. We borrowed more sexy underwear, but went braless as we’d both run out of clean ones by now.

Ten minutes later, we were sitting in the kitchen with Robert, waiting for breakfast to be served.

It was the first time we’d been in the kitchen and it was vast and modern. There was no wooden panelling, it was fitted out with a dining area and breakfast bar and glass splash backs. I guessed Tristan occasionally cooked for guests and that the kitchen was more of a show piece than a practical tool for the family.

“Did you have a pleasant weekend, Ms Kingsley?” Robert asked.

“It was lovely, thank you Robert. We had a bit of a girly weekend.”

She winked at me and Natalie.

“Delightful,” he replied.

He served us with a full English breakfast with all the trimmings and then left us to it.

“God, I’m starving,” I said, shovelling my food down like a ravenous dog.

The stress of the mission and exhaustion of all the fucking from the previous night, meant that I needed to re-fuel. A full English breakfast has all the main food groups, including protein, carbohydrates and vitamins.

Pippa kept glancing at me as we ate, as though she wanted to ask me something. It looked like she was trying to find an opening.

“So, what was the best bit about last night for you?” asked Natalie, quietly in case Robert was nearby.

Natalie must have sensed Pippa’s curiosity too and she wanted to bring it out of her.

“I think just being involved in something like that was so fucking erotic,” she gasped. “I sucked and fucked twenty-six men in the space of a couple of hours and no one even knew who I was. I loved the anonymity of the glory hole.”

“Did you like being treated like my pet cat?” I giggled.

“Yes, it was kind of degrading crawling around on the floor, but somehow it felt right to be treated like that. Like some sort of sex slave to a more experienced mistress.”

“So, you’d do it again?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Keep in touch with Tammy, she could use an extra pair of hands now and then,” I laughed.

“Does she teach people about sex, almanbahis yeni giriş like you did with me in the glory hole box?”

“She teaches women about their own bodies, but you seem to be pretty well in touch with yours,” I smiled.

“I am, buuuuuuuttttt…”

“What do you want to learn?” asked Natalie.

“Well… you know how I had a tail in my ass last night… on the end of a butt-plug?”

“Yes.”

“I liked how it felt.”

“And?”

“And… maybe I could try other things in there too?”

Nat and I gave each other a dirty grin before looking back at Pippa.

“You want us to teach you how to take a cock in your ass?” I asked.

“Yes, there’s no one here. I told you, they’re all out. We’ve got a couple of hours to kill. It might be fun.”

“I think we could make some time for that,” said Natalie, with an even dirtier grin. “Do you have some toys?”

“Yes, you know I do, Becca found them on the first day you came here. They’re in my walk-in wardrobe. I even have a strap-on.”

“Why have you got a strap-on?” quizzed Nat.

“I don’t know really. I’ve worn it a couple of times and pretended to be a boy,” she shrugged. “I just bought it for fun.”

I finished my food and laid my knife and fork on the plate.

“Do you want me to fuck you up the ass with a rubber cock?” I said in a slutty voice.

“I do, but I want to learn how to take a big cock in there. Men seem to love anal and I want to please my lovers.”

“Men do love anal. It’s a dominance thing for them. Some men think it’s degrading for a woman to take it up the ass, but they don’t understand that a lot of women like to feel used and degraded if the mood takes them. I know I do,” I explained. “There’re a lot of nerve endings around the anus and it can feel nice.”

“It felt kind of nice having a butt-plug in there last night,” she said, finishing her meal.

“Come on,” said Natalie. “Less talk and more action. Let’s go and take Pippa’s anal virginity.”

Robert arrived with a smirk on his face. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d heard the last comment.

“Will there be anything else, ladies?” he asked in his greatest Jeeves accent.

“No… er… I think we’re done,” stuttered Pippa.

We made a hasty retreat into the corridor, giggling like school-girls and covering our mouths to hide the noise.

“I think he heard that,” tittered Pippa, in a whisper.

“He definitely heard that,” said Natalie. “But I think he’ll keep it a secret.”

We walked arm in arm with our heads held low and scurried down the corridor towards the fairytale staircase. We ran up the stairs and dashed into Pippa’s room before slamming the door behind us.

We all dived onto her bed and burst out laughing, rolling on to our backs in uncontrollable hilarity.

“I bet he almost had a heart attack,” laughed Natalie.

“Either that or he’s just spunked his trousers,” added Pippa.

“Poor old Robert. I bet he’s wanking off as we speak,” I said.

Our laughter slowly died away with a big sigh from each of us.

“Right, we better get on with fucking Pippa’s asshole,” I said.

We all erupted into laughter again as Pippa rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud.

“Ouch,” she giggled. “Come on, stop messing about and help me pick out a suitable toy.”

We rolled off the bed and literally crawled after her, still trying to control our giggles.

We entered the wardrobe and had a look in her sex toy drawer.

“Find something small to start with,” said Nat. “We don’t want to hurt the little princess.”

“Princess? After what she did last night, she’s no princess,” I scoffed.

“How about this?” said Pippa, holding up a thin blue bullet vibrator about the size of a lipstick.

“Perfect to start with. Bring that red one, the realistic cock with balls and the strap-on as well.”

Pippa grabbed a handful of dildos and we ran back to the bed.

There was a brief pause as Natalie and I looked expectantly at the young girl who needed our help.

“Why are you both looking at me like that?” asked Pippa, as we stared at her.

“We can’t do it if you’ve got your clothes on. Get your ass out,” I said.

“Oh right… yes… sorry. I didn’t know if there was going to be any foreplay or anything first.”

“There is, get naked,” laughed Natalie, taking her jeans, knickers and T-shirt off.

I also stripped naked and so did Pippa. I had a déjà vu of the first time we’d been in Pippa’s room when we’d first arrived.

She’d said we were all girls together, but this time we were about to violate and sodomise the poor girl at her request. Despite her being a slut and fucking her own family, this still felt a little wrong to me. She was only eighteen and her list of sexual conquests and skills had grown exponentially since she’d met Nat and me.

“Do I need to be bending over or lying on my side?” she asked.

She was treating it like a school project and it made her seem younger than she was.

“We need some lube first,” I said.

“There’s some in almanbahis giriş that drawer,” said Pippa, pointing to the left-hand, bed-side table.

Nat pulled out a tube of ‘Spunk lube’. It was a lubricant which was made to look like fake cum and was extremely slippery. I’d used it before.

“Why do you have that?” I asked, sounding surprised. “You’re so wet all the time, surely that’s superfluous.”

“And why is it so close to hand?” added Natalie.

“I like to fill my panties with it and then masturbate,” she shrugged like it was nothing.

“I’m not sure who’s influencing who here,” I said. “I might need to try that, next time I’m desperate for spunky knickers.”

Pippa lay down on the bed and Natalie got next to her on the left. I was on the right.

“Now, no matter what anyone tells you, you always need lube for anal. Sometimes pussy juice will dribble down your butt crack and you can use that, sometimes spit will do the job, but you need proper lube unless you’re already soaked,” I gasped.

Pippa opened her legs to reveal a very juicy vagina.

“Is that wet enough?” she asked nervously.

“Wet enough for foreplay. We need to get you warmed up to make you so horny, that you crave anything in any hole,” I said.

Natalie went south and I stayed top side. I watched her push her face between Pippa’s thighs and slurping noises ensued. At the same time, I kissed Pippa on her luscious lips making her moan in anticipation.

Our tongues found each other’s and we french-kissed like a couple on a first date.

“Mmmmm… oh… the things you two do to me… oh gosh,” she panted.

“We’re going to do dirty things to you… unspeakable things,” I whispered.

“Oh gosh… yes. You make it sound so sexy.”

“It is sexy. We’re going to play with your asshole.”

“Oh fuck, yes. Do it.”

I kissed down her neck, across her nipples and down her belly. I was slowly working my way towards Natalie so that we could train Pippa’s ass together.

As I got closer to Pippa’s genitals, I could smell her arousal. Natalie came up for air and kissed me on the lips. I could taste Pippa’s tangy pussy with a hint of male semen.

“She’s still a little cummy,” gasped Natalie.

“I’m not surprised, after taking so many loads last night.”

“I washed it,” said Pippa.

“They must have shot it deep. It will take a day a two to leak out. I bet your panties were all sticky this morning, weren’t they?”

“Very,” she replied.

I kissed her pubic mound and allowed my tongue to flick across her clit making her shiver and moan.

“Roll onto your front and stick your ass in the air,” I instructed. “Push back towards us and stay relaxed.”

“Be gentle,” she said as she turned over and got into position.

“Are you comfortable?” asked Nat.

“Yes.”

I picked up the lube and poured the creamy fluid onto her ass. She flinched at the coldness.

“Stay relaxed and it will be no more painful than the butt-plug you took last night,” I explained.

I watched her back rise and fall as she took a deep breath and tried to relax.

I rubbed my finger across her bum-hole feeling the gristly texture of her perfect pink starfish. I applied a little pressure and she tensed up.

“Relax,” said Natalie.

She took another deep intake of breath and then let it out slowly. As the air emptied from her lungs, I pushed my little finger into her anus, as slowly and as gently as I could.

“There you go. Just get used to it and then we’ll go bigger. How does it feel?”

“Dirty,” she giggled. “I feel so dirty.”

I slid my finger in and out as Natalie watched me. After a couple of thrusts, I slipped it out and pushed my index finger into her instead. It slipped in with ease as her sphincter muscles got used to being stretched.

“Is that ok?” I asked.

“Mhmmm,” she murmured.

“Let’s try the bullet vibe then,” I said, picking it up.

“I have an idea,” said Natalie. “You train her ass and I’ll play with her pussy to take her mind off it a little.”

“Mmmmm, I like your thinking,” I cooed.

Natalie lay on her back and Pippa straddled her face in a sixty-nine position.

“Jesus you’re wet,” said Natalie, looking up at the heart of Pippa’s being.

“So are you,” replied Pippa burying her face into Nat’s quim and licking her out.

“Violating a young girl’s asshole always makes us wet,” I said, rubbing my own slimy labia whilst I got into position. “Stay relaxed. Here comes the bullet.”

I pressed the pointed tip against her puckered hole and watched her push out to receive it. She must have remembered what Sara had told her the night before.

Once the vibrator was inside her, Natalie started kissing her thighs and pussy lips to keep her aroused.

“Gosh, that feels weird,” gasped Pippa.

“Weird bad, or weird good?”

“Weird amazing. Go bigger.”

“Don’t rush it,” warned Natalie in between slurps. “Take your time and savour every moment of it.”

I slid the vibe in and out, but as it was only thin and short, she wasn’t getting the full effect.

“Let’s try the red dildo,” I said. “It’s more like the size of a dick.”

I pulled the bullet out of her anus and watched it shrink shut like a hedgehog curling into a ball. I put some more lube on her ass and also on the dildo.

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“Is Mr Foster here yet?”

The receptionist, pretty in an expensive way, looked up and nodded. The dreamy expression on her face was one she was used to seeing whenever Gregory was mentioned.

“He said for you to go right up.” Was there a slight jealous tinge to her professional tones? Of course there was, again it was something she was used to. “It’s suite 1995.”

The key card was left on the desk just out of her reach and with a smile she hoped contained a sweetness she didn’t feel she swept it up into her grasp.

The elevator attendant, tall, dark and handsome, touched his fingers to the peak of his cap as she requested the nineteenth floor and flipped open a metal flap on the controls before pressing the single button it concealed and smiling as they whizzed skywards.

No words were spoken during the journey but she knew she was observed as closely as she was observing. His smart white shirt amply emphasized his muscular chest and his tight pants left little to the imagination either. Her own black business suit and white silk shirt looked equally good she knew and the moments passed pleasurably until the lift jerked to a halt before the doors opened silently. Licking her lips as she left the elevator she winked, enjoying the smile she received in return.

Suite 1995, at the end of a lushly furnished hallway, occupied the entire floor and she made her way quickly towards her goal. Enjoying the opulence now she was no longer under scrutiny she smiled to herself, wanting to giggle and then doing so.

‘Troubleshooting Financial Consultant.’ It was a good job title, saying a little or a lot depending on how well you knew its owner. She thought she knew him as well as anyone, and in many ways he was still an enigma.

Gregory Foster, tall, greying, with kind warm cerulean eyes, was as generous out of bed as he was in it. Her satisfaction had always come first. He was also Gregory Foster, tall, black haired, steely blue eyes, hard as nails, at the negotiating tables or between the sheets. The deal was everything, and he always got everything he wanted.

The card slipped noiselessly through the slot and she heard the door unlock mechanically. Moving inside she looked around. The unlimited credit, the black Porche, the deftly passed £50 tip, or dazzling smile, all got him the best each and every establishment had to offer. In this case it was a suite of presidential proportions. Cream leather furniture, deep pile rugs on hard wood floors, original art on the walls. None of it mattered to her, at least not as much as the man asleep on one of the sumptuous sofas.

Slipping out of her blood red Jimmy Choos she padded across the room to drop to her knees in front of him. The jacket of his Saville Row suit was slung artfully across a nearby chair, his tie loosened so the top shirt button could be released.

Reaching up she ran a finger across the darkened outline of a nipple, smiling at the slight movement it caused in her companion. Again she repeated the action only this time her wrist was taken in a soft but determined grip.

“You are late.” The eyes opened; twinkling, happy, and then he smiled. “I may have to punish you for that!”

She said nothing and he laughed.

“Of course, as that is what you hoped for, I could just ignore it, and see how that works.”

She looked down, dark brown eyes suddenly finding the floor more than usually interesting.

“Come here, I’ve missed you.”

Her lips were caught in a kiss before she could react. The roughness of his beard exciting her as it always did and fingers, resting in her hair, held her close. Their tongues duelled, dancing a passionate duet that neither wanted to stop. Gradually though, as both pairs of eyes opened, they moved apart.

“That’s better. Don’t like kissing Greek women when I can have you instead.”

“Ahhh, yes, the fiscal deal of the century, well so far, were you successful?”

“I was, otherwise this would have been a lumpy mattress, two stained chairs and a room with a view of the motorway.”

She laughed, he was an idiot, but only with her, and, not for the first time, she wondered at how total a change he was able to engineer to be the globally recognized figure the world of high finance knew and admired.

“So, we have the whole weekend and no one knows we’re here, at least no one important. What would you like to do first?”

His eyes crinkled as part of his warm smile and held her own as she felt herself smile back.

“Could we have a little look around first? I’d also like to slip into something more almanbahis comfortable as they say.”

“Of course. I can refuse you nothing, you know that.” He got to his feet and indicated with his hand that she should precede him. The lounge was bigger than the one she had at home, the flat screen TV the same. Soft jazz was playing in the background and she felt herself being pulled close as he began to gently dance with her.

By the time the music stopped she wanted it to continue forever. Her head felt so at home against his chest, his hand, warm against her back, gave her a security she seldom felt without him and looking up she spoke quietly.

“Thank you.”

“You are very welcome, after you.”

Once again she moved forward, this time entering the bedroom and hearing herself gasp.

The bed, an ornamental beauty that would have been equally at home in a room at Versailles, dominated the room and drew her towards it. She placed a small hand against the covers, her nails, the same blood red as her shoes, contrasting with the gold brocade.

“Wow.”

“That was pretty much my reaction too. So, do you think we can do the bed justice?”

“Oh, I’m sure we can. Bathroom?”

In many ways the smallest room in each suite they stayed in was her favourite. She loved finding out what type of bath it had, whether they could both fit in it, whether the shower would accommodate them in the same way. Gregory’s face relaxed into an excited grin and she knew the bed was just a taster of what was to come.

Double doors opened onto a room easily the same size as the previous room. Two sinks, ornate mirrors, and marble floors paled into insignificance as she took in the sight of the huge tub. A football team could probably fit in it, but it would be just the two of them and, by Sunday, she knew it would have been well used, and not only for keeping them clean.

“Beautiful. I love it.”

“I knew you would. Now, whatever shall we do with all this space, all that bedding, all those mirrors?” His voice, suffused with pleasure because, she knew, he could see how delighted she was, warmed her and she turned.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

Reaching up she captured his lips again, this time taking the lead and pulling him down towards her. A hand ran across the hard bulge in his pants, enticing, teasing, tempting and, hearing him moan against her, she moved back.

“My turn first, I think. Let me show you what I would do with the bed.”

Nodding he walked back into the other room. He watched as she removed the beautiful gold brocade covers and then sat on the edge of the crisp sheets as she moved towards him. Slowly her fingers began to work at the buttons on the pure white silk shirt she wore. Unfastening and pulling, the material was soon billowing down into froth on the floor. Beneath it the white lace bra continued the tease. A faint hint of dark nipples would, she knew, have already caught his eye and as he licked his lips she reached behind her, releasing the fastening and letting it slide to the floor freeing her breasts. She lifted them before running a thumb across each nub; hardening and pulling it before letting them fall once again.

This time fingers worked on the fastening of her skirt. It too slid to the cream carpet beneath her feet; swiftly followed by a miniscule pair of briefs, garter belt and stockings.

Naked she moved a little closer, still not speaking, but running her tongue across her lips before resting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him backwards onto the bed.

“Yes, that is definitely something more comfortable.”

“Shhh, I agree, but shhh.” Sitting astride him she leant forward running a tongue across a nipple through the soft cotton of his shirt. The material clearing before her eyes to show the cinnamon disc she craved as it tightened and creased against the material. Dark hairs clung to the fabric as again she licked and then sucked at him, feeling hands in her hair once again as he kept her in place, before, with a gentle nip she raised her head and began again on the other side of his chest.

With a sigh she turned her attention to his lips, licking, sucking, nipping again before plunging her tongue into his mouth, invading, conquering, laying claim to all she could feel. She pulled him onto his side as the kiss grew more passionate and for minutes they did nothing more than pleasure each other in the simplest of ways.

“You are far too well dressed for this you know.” Her voice, husky now, broke the silence as her fingers began work on his shirt buttons. The tie, already almanbahis yeni giriş loosened, was removed still under the collar, cufflinks carefully placed on the nightstand. The black pants were folded before being placed on the floor, the shorts and socks however, were discarded with far more haste.

Sexily, daintily, she ran her tongue over her fingers before beginning to gently play with his rock hard erection. The pre-cum glistened at the tip and she leant forward, her tongue flicking out to capture the nectar, which was quickly swallowed.

“Mmmm, you always taste so good.”

“Why thank you. Do I get a chance to taste you yet?”

“Oh no, it is your pleasure we are concentrating on here. Now, I wonder, whatever shall I do with you?”

Getting up she walked away from the bed, leaving him stunned. His face, reflected in the mirror of the ornate dressing table, was a picture and she turned, smiling to reassure him.

Her return just a few seconds later was calculated to confuse. She held her suitcase in front of her body and then, just as it appeared he would speak, she crouched down opening the lid and hiding herself from his sight. When she stood up his confusion changed to arousal. In her hand she held a large, cream coloured, penis shaped, dildo. The tip moved back and forth between her breasts and, as she looked at him, she saw his own solid tool jerk in response.

The straps, which enabled her to wear the phallus, hung down across her wrist and she laid it on the bed just out of his reach before lying back down next to him.

“So, I think a room as opulent as this needs us to try something new, what do you reckon?”

He nodded, the excitement evident in his eyes and then, his voice a little croaky, he replied.

“Yes. Fuck me with your long hard cock, let me feel you inside me.”

“Very well, lie back and relax. Let me get you ready.” He did as he was told immediately and she smiled. They would switch between dominant and submissive roles many times during the weekend and, as his hands grasped the bed head, she began to relish her chance to not only be in charge but to also enjoy her first opportunity to take his tight, sexy arse.

Once again she straddled him making sure her pussy, already wet with arousal, rested over his cock. The heat of him as she rocked back and forth spurred her on and she felt herself tighten before pulsing and cumming all over the head of his dick.

She leant forward, her breasts resting against his chest as she kissed him, continuing the arousal she had begun before she left the room. His hands reached up, grasping her tits, playing with the nipples, before he pulled her forwards to suck one soft globe into his mouth.

She continued to move back and forth against him, moaning as the sensations enveloped her, his cock and his tongue moving her closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Fuck me, Greg.” Her movements speeded up and she grasped his cock pushing it inside her. She rode him, hands against his chest, as her breathing became laboured. Her breasts bounced and her head rolled back. She ran her fingers into his chest hair, searching for and finding his nipples before she shuddered and cried out.

“Yes, cumming, baby, God, Greg, ohhh, ohh, yes, yes, yes!” Still shuddering she flopped forwards, her head once again finding its home on his chest. She gripped hard to his tool, not wanting it to leave her just yet and he, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across her back, tried to oblige.

Finally, after her breathing began to calm, she looked up.

“How do I ever let you leave me?”

He kissed her forehead.

“Don’t talk about it, not now. I want you, fuck me, baby, please.”

Nodding she pushed herself upright and then slid off the bed. The black straps were soon snugly around her ivory skinned hips and the eight-inch monster was being held just in front of his lips.

“Suck it, feel what you are going to take from me.”

“Yes, mistress.” Rarely, so rarely, did her call her that, but she revelled in it. He would be at her mercy and they both knew it.

“That’s it, take it slowly.” She carefully pushed, resting it against his tongue and letting an inch at a time disappear into his mouth.

When finally he gagged she moved back.

“Again.”

Doing as she was bid, she moved a little quicker, until, at last she was fucking his face and he was taking it all.

“Well?”

“Well, a real cock feels nicer, but you don’t have one of those, and I want this so badly with you.”

“Turn over, baby, and get on your knees.”

The creamy almanbahis giriş cheeks, so smooth, so sexy, faced her and she leant forward, kissing and sucking at them as she heard him moan in pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“You know I do, more, please, do more.”

Again she began, kissing, licking, and sucking, until gradually she worked closer and closer to her target. Parting his cheeks with her hands she moved until her tongue rested against his skin. The puckered entrance pulsed as she touched it and he moaned again.

“Yessss, yesss, fuck, yes.”

Running her tongue along his crevice she began to lubricate, to tease. She pressed her tongue against his opening and then backed off repeatedly, until finally, she was taken in easily. Revelling in the dark taste, she began to move forward again before holding his cheeks apart to retreat, laughing at the groan her actions caused.

“One finger, baby, let me in.”

It was an easy journey and soon, to her delight, he was ready to turn over and let her fuck him.

She ran a lubricated hand over the cock, watching his face as she did so. His eyes, dark with lust never left the action and a hand stroked his own cock while he pulled at a tight nipple and then grasped his thighs pulling himself up and open for her.

“Your pace, baby, tell me if you want to stop.”

“No, God, no, please, don’t stop, fuck me, please.”

She pressed forwards, resting the head against him and then pushing gently. He opened for her, taking her in almost an inch before tightening and gasping.

“Oh, fuck, slowly, all the way, slowly.”

She did as she was told. This was a first for both of them, she had never fucked another man and was totally in his hands.

“There, all of me, you have the whole thing.”

“Now do it. I want to be fucked so bad, I want to cum for you, baby.”

“Play with yourself then, while I fuck your sweet arse.” She began to pull out, making sure she kept just the head inside. His hand grabbed the warm flesh she loved so much and as he began to jerk himself off she pushed back inside.

Again and again she moved, the rhythm easily set and then she leant forward, changing the angle to a cry of delight from him. Their lips met and as she kissed him passionately she felt his hand speed up.

“Want … need to cum, baby.”

“Really?” She paused, the cock half way into his tight passage as she did so. “How much? Tell me, baby, how much do you want to cum?”

“Oh, God, please, I want to cum so bad.”

“No, I don’t think you do, not yet.” The cock slid into him and he threw back his head, a hand running through his hair as he did so.

“Please, mistress, you fucking my arse, me cumming, I want that so bad. Let me show you, let my spunk shoot for you, we can taste it together, share it, please.”

His hand moved faster over his own cock and then, as soft fingers slowed his progress she spoke again.

“Let me hear you, baby, tell me when it is happening, want to see you shoot for me.”

He nodded, his hand once again beginning the wank that would release all his saved up cum. He felt it grow in his fist, felt the throbbing, the tightening of muscles around the cock in his arse and then, crying out her name he begged again.

“Cumming, please, mistress, fuck me hard, let me cum for you.”

She grasped his hips and pressed forward as far as she could. Over and over she moved, pushing him up the bed as his hand sped over his cock, his body sheened with sweat and then his back arched.

“Now, fuck, I’m cumming now, ohhhh, god, now, yes.”

Spunk shot out of his cock, it pulsed and arced, landing across his chest, catching his beard, his lips, before running down over his hand, stringing out between his fingers as his body convulsed with the spasms of his climax.

She stopped moving, watching in wonder at what she had helped do. Finally, as his body seemed to come to rest, she pulled out, quickly discarding the harness and leaning over to clean him, licking at the cum on his chest first before capturing the thick strands on his abs and hand. Once she had it all she looked up, smiled and then kissed him, transferring it to his mouth before watching as he swallowed it down.

Again they kissed, the taste of him exciting her and then he smiled.

“Thank you. Tomorrow, I promise, I will make you cum until you beg me to stop, but now, sleep, I really need to sleep.”

“Then that is what we will do next.” She kissed his lips gently, chastely, before once again resting her head against him. All the splendour, the luxury, no longer mattered, not when his shoulder was hers for the taking. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the tendrils of sleep that were stalking her, a smile she couldn’t suppress still on her lips and a satisfaction in her heart she hoped would never end.

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***

It was Friday afternoon, 4:59PM, I was just about to clock out of work for the weekend. Tonight, like every Friday night, was date night. Usually we would hit a local bar or club for drinks then come home and fuck, but recently I had decided to spice up date night once a month by proposing a wager.

We had decided that we would place a bet on date night, and the winner would gain total control for the remainder of the weekend, free to do as the please either with or without the other until midnight on the Sunday.

This week we had decided on a local Bowling alley come bar&grill that we had visited once or twice before. The wager was simple, whoever won the most games took the prize.

I got home around 17:30 and could hear the shower running as I walked in the door. I quickly headed to the bedroom to undress before joining my sexy wife in the shower. We locked lips as we began to lather each other with shower gel, both knowing exactly where this was heading. My cock grew hard as I ran my hands over Avery’s hot body and curvy hips, squeezing her soft breasts and round ass before reaching down towards her bald pussy, only to have my arm slapped away as she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hands, then her mouth, and began to suck on it deep and slow. She slowly increased pace, caressing my balls as she took my cock deeper and faster in her mouth, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat. Without stopping once for a rest she brought me to orgasm, pulling my cock from her mouth and stroking hard, taking my cum all over her face and into her open mouth.

She stood up and kissed me, giving me a taste before turning to the shower to rinse off. I dropped to my knees as she washed, eating her pretty little asshole and pussy from behind until she came hard for me.

Avery got out of the shower first as I finished up, and when I returned to the bedroom to get dressed she was just pulling her jeans up over her peachy ass, covering over the red and black laced thong she had picked out for the evening.

We both finished getting ready and made our way to the alley where we first grabbed a bite to eat before setting up on lane six for five games of high stakes bowling! The first game ended pretty quickly, with three strikes I managed to beat Avery by a milestone, things weren’t looking good for her! We paused between games so I could go to the bar for drinks. A beer for me, Gin and tonic for Avery. Game number two went very much the same way, with me beating Avery, this time gloating and teasing about how she would have to do whatever I wanted all weekend.

“You won’t be able to walk straight by Sunday night! I’m gonna destroy that tight ass!” I jeered with a spank as she took her first shot of the third game.

This is where my luck changed, rapidly. 3 Strikes in a row put Avery out in front. And she didn’t stop getting lucky for the rest of the evening. She won the rest of the games putting her up three to my two, this wasn’t how I expected things to pan out!

“Ha! Spoke to soon eh, Grab your things bitch, You’re mine all weekend now and I intend to start right away!” Avery laughed as we headed out to the car.

She grabbed the keys out of my hand and jumped into the drivers seat.

“Ah ah, it’s not home time yet! I know a great place that’s open late and isn’t all that far away!”

I climbed into the passenger seat, a mixture of nerves and excitement surging through me as Avery hit the main road headed out of town. A short drive later she pulled off of the road into the carpark of ‘A1 Sex Store’ making sure to pull up right at the entrance almanbahis in plain sight.

“Remember that time on holiday when you told the masseuse about me and Jason’s friends? It’s time to get you back. This place has a row of booths out back to rent movies. We’re going to walk right in and you are going to help me pick out a movie to watch, and whatever else I choose, and you’re going to pay for it too. Come on, let’s go!”

We got out of the car and went inside, Avery made sure to loudly greet the attractive young woman on the desk before marching over to the DVD stand. I spotted three tall black guys scattered around the store, all of whom seemed to be aimlessly browsing, which I found kind of strange on a Friday night. Had they nothing better to do? Anyway, I soon snapped back into it when Avery started to point out the films she liked the look of, eventually deciding on ‘My first BBC Gangbang.’ Of course.

She picked it up and aimed for the toy section, making no effort to hide the title or content as we walked past two of the loitering men I mentioned earlier.

“Now we need to get a nice big dildo to take into the booth with us. Which do you like the look of?” Avery asked me, scanning the array of different shaped and sized dildos the shop had to offer.

“I don’t really mind, whatever you prefer I guess.” I replied, assuming she would know better than I which one to go for.

“How about this one?” She asked, picking up a large, natural looking suction cup based black cock from the display, It was around 9 inches long and VERY girthy. It was a ‘Realistic cum’ model, that came with a pump attachment and a bottle of fake cum for realistic play. I was starting to feel quite glad I had lost as I thought about what she might do with the new toy.

“Whatever you want babe, you won after all.” I said, taking the dildo and DVD from her as she told me to go and pay.

“That’ll be 69.99 sir, and I’ll throw in the booth rental for free.” chirped the cashier, smiling at me as I awkwardly fumbled with my wallet to pay for the things my wife had requested.

“C’mon bitch! We haven’t got all night!” Avery called from the other side of the store, where the booths were located. I flushed bright red as I took the receipt and our new purchases and hurried over to meet my wife at the booths.

I turned the key and opened the door, the booth wasn’t dissimilar to a toilet cubicle, only slightly bigger, without the toilet, and with the addition of a TV and some chairs. There was graffiti all over the walls, all of a derogatory sexual nature and I couldn’t help but notice a number of holes around 5 inches in diameter scattered across the walls. I shut the door behind us and handed the DVD to Avery.

“Strip naked bitch!” she demanded as she inserted the film into the player. I took off my clothes as instructed and stood there waiting for my next order. Avery ignored me as she sat down on the chair, unbuttoning her jeans and reaching into her panties to rub her clit as the film started. On the screen was a petite woman, dark hair, large breasts and a round ass, she was dressed in black lingerie and stood in a room surrounded by 8 tall built, black men, all naked with enormous cocks. She walked around the circle of men, taking each of their cocks in her hand before dropping to her knees and beginning to suck on them.

Avery stood up, slowly lowering her jeans to reveal her peachy ass and pretty underwear, then removing her top and her bra. She bent at the waist as she lowered her panties to her ankles, revealing her pretty little asshole to me as she did so.

“Get over here and eat my ass bitch, and don’t stop until I say you almanbahis yeni giriş can!”

I knelt behind her as she spread her ass wide for me, allowing me to plunge my tongue into her hole and rim her just as she had demanded. She moaned as I licked her and pushed back onto my tongue forcing me to taste her sweet asshole. I continued to eat her ass even after she stopped making a noise. What seemed like forever had passed so I stopped just for a breath, only to see a huge black cock had appeared through one of the holes in the walls, and my wife had taken to sucking on it deep and slow.

“Take out that dildo and pass it here.” she said as she turned to me, still stroking his cock. She took the dildo from me and stuck it firmly to the wall about 2 feet from the cock she was pleasuring, “Now copy me! And no touching your cock!”

I didn’t respond, I just looked at her in shock as she took the cock back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and slowly sucking him up and down.

“I thought I said copy me?!” she barked, turning to me and grabbing my hair, forcing my mouth onto the dildo. “This was your idea, and I won, so behave or you’ll know about it!”

I did as I was told and copied her, slowly sucking the dildo, going faster and deeper as Avery did the same, knowing I was going to get the bitch back when I won a wager, oh was she going to pay for it!

Avery stood up and turned away from the wall, bending at the waist and pushing back until that cock was all the way in her pussy. She reached over and grabbed me by my hair pulling me over between her legs.

“Eat my pussy while he fucks me bitch, suck on my clit like you sucked on that cock!”

I did as instructed and stuck my face into her pussy, licking and sucking her clit as she fucked a stranger through the wall. My cock was hard as a rock and I was actually quite enjoying being bossed around all of a sudden. As I ate her pussy I could feel his cock start to twitch and pulse as he unloaded his cum deep inside my wife. As he pulled out, Avery stood bolt upright, grabbing my hair and pressing my face into her twat, letting all his cum run out into my mouth. I lapped up every drop just as I knew she wanted me to. As I stood up I noticed her ginning ear to ear, I first assumed this was because of how she had made me her slut, but quickly realised it was the two big black cocks that had appeared on the opposite wall that were causing her delight! She grabbed the dildo from the wall and stuck it to the seat of one of the plastic chairs, demanding once again that I copy her as she knelt before the two big cocks and began to suck them, this time fast and deep in her throat. I gagged and choked as I tried to copy her pace, obviously she was better at this than me!

“Now copy this, bitch.”

Avery stood up, turned away and bent over once again, she had chosen the slightly less girthy of the two men to back up on. She took his cock all the way into her wet pussy, then immediately pulled it out and pressed it against her tight little asshole, pushing back slowly, inch by inch, until she had the full length of his big black cock buried deep in her asshole. She paused and stared at me, motionless, waiting for me to copy. Hesitantly I stood up, turned around and began to lower myself onto the dildo. It was at this point I wished I had suggested a smaller model, how was I to know she would use it on me? Slowly I eased the toy into my ass, leaving me breathless at the sheer size of it inside me. Avery grinned, called me a slut, and started to slowly ease back and forth on the cock in her ass, meaning I had to do the same. The screen in front of us now showed the petite almanbahis giriş princess taking a cock in all of her holes, and stroking many others as they each took turns between her ass, mouth and pussy. It wasn’t long before my wife was bouncing hard and fast on that cock, and I was bouncing hard and fast on the dildo, resisting the urge to stroke my cock and trying so hard not to cum.

I was a bit disappointed when Avery pulled the cock from her ass and I had to copy, as I had started to enjoy the feeling quite a lot more than I should. Until she dropped to her knees and took it deep in her throat. I did the same and copied her every move as she gagged and moaned on the cock that had just been deep in her ass before moving swiftly on to the bigger one right next to it.

This time she wasted no time, she impaled herself on the huge black cock and took it deep and fast in her slut asshole.

“Fill the pump up with cum, slut. You’re gonna take it just like I do!” she demanded as she fucked her ass hard on the big black cock.

I took the bottle and emptied it into the little squeeze pump, then continued to ride the dildo just like my wife insisted.

“Fill my asshole with your cum boys! I’m gonna make my slut husband clean it all up!”

Avery reached back and spread her ass, allowing the stranger behind the wall to slam his cock hard in her ass until his he pumped her asshole full of thick cum, she quickly pulled out and positioned herself in front of the other, allowing him to do the same, before turning around and sucking both of their cocks clean of cum.

“Get over here and eat my ass clean bitch! I want you to lick up every drop of their cum and swallow it all!”

I took the dildo out of my ass, wondering why she bothered to have me fill it up, as I went over and knelt behind Avery, lapping up every drop of cum from her gaping asshole while she sucked their cocks clean. Once I had gotten every drop from her she stood over me, pushing my face into the floor.

“Your turn, slut.I want you to do EXACTLY as I just did! Beg for it!”

“Fill my asshole with your cum!” I begged as I reached behind and spread my ass for her.

Avery grabbed the dildo and fucked my ass hard and fast making me beg before squeezing the pump over and over again, flooding my ass with fake cum while still fucking me hard. I came hard all over the floor without even touching my cock as she pulled the dildo out and stuffed it in my mouth, forcing me to suck it clean just like she did. I was surprised at how much the fake stuff felt and tasted like real cum as I sucked on the dildo for my hot wife, feeling like a total slut. She stuffed it back in my ass, coating it with cum, and me suck it clean again, repeating his until I had eaten every drop of the cum from my ass.

“Get dressed slut, lets go home and get some sleep, we’ve got another two days of fun yet!”

I gathered my clothes from the floor and put them on, wondering what exactly would top tonight, then when Avery had dressed I followed her out of the booth and to our car, passing the same three guys we saw on the way in, only this time each one either winked, smirked or slapped Avery’s ass as we passed them.

When we got home we headed straight for the shower to freshen up. Avery went first, followed by me. When I got out to dry myself I could hear her talking on the phone in the bedroom.

“And then I took it out of his ass and made him suck all the cum off of it! Hahaha!” I heard her laugh.

I wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but she was giggling away and telling them EVERYTHING that had just happened. I couldn’t decide it I was turned on or terrified by this. I decided it best to take some more time to dry off before heading into the bedroom so that she could finish her call without knowing I had heard.

I climbed into bed and fell asleep wondering what was in store over the next two days.

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Voices carried through her head as Anya fought her way to consciousness. Pain slashed through her head, but she felt urgency about something. She just couldn’t remember what.

Raven, she thought absently. She drifted away from the voices, floating further from the pain in her head, before the sounds came back into sharp focus.

“You aren’t going to touch her. Enough damage has already been done.”

The vehemence of the voice brought Anya closer to awareness, and she chanced opening her eyes just a little bit. Shutting them tightly on a groan, the voices faded in and out again as her mind protected itself from the pain.

A warm hand cupped the back of her neck as bitter brew was urged passed her lips. Anya’s brow wrinkled in distaste, but she swallowed reflexively before turning away.

“Come on, Anya. You must drink this.”

No doubt that time. It was him. Her body shivered with the knowledge.

He lifted her head again, and she forced herself to drink, hoping the pain and foul taste didn’t cause her to vomit. Allowing her stomach to quiet itself for a few moments, Anya lay back without urging her eyes open again.

There was only silence now, and after a time, the pain in her head began to dull. Anya was aware of Raven’s presence in the room, but the usual pull of him was gone. She was unreasonably distressed about its absence.

“Are you able to talk?” Raven asked her quietly.

Her eyes still closed, she responded with a question. “Did Syril send you?”

Raven didn’t answer for some moments. When he did, she was puzzled by his answer. “Yes. But perhaps not for the purpose you suspect. Regardless, I came for my own reasons.”

She looked at him now, and was relieved she could open her eyes without incident. Memories of the last weeks were erratic. She couldn’t recall at all how he came to be here, nor what had occurred to put her in this bed. Had he attacked her?

No. She wouldn’t be alive if he had meant to kill her. She studied his face, but could discern nothing from his expression. As usual. Raven, in turn, stared at her, so that they sat in silence, each one gazing upon the other.

Anya was surprised how similar her dream visions of him were to the reality. But it was still a shock to her senses to be in his physical proximity. His eyes were as shuttered as ever, the newer lines around them giving a character to the hardness of his face. He sat near her bed, his posture casual and watchful. Though less intense, his presence still dwarfed her own and Anya felt engulfed by him.

With steady voice, Anya asked him, “And what are your reasons, Raven?”

He didn’t answer, just continued to watch her, and when he finally spoke, it was on a different matter. “The Sisters have explained some things to me. What you attempted to do. Despite their…wariness of me, they would like to study us.”

Anya remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

“But I’m more curious about your father. What knows about the Kujheel, and from where. Aren’t you?” His eyes were intent, and she couldn’t help but nod, though her shock held her mute.

This was so far from the encounter she had anticipated, almanbahis şikayet Anya felt afloat in reality. Were they actually conversing? She couldn’t trust him, yet. Raven had been the tool of her father for too long. When she remained silent, he spoke again.

“There’s something between us, Anya. What you’ve done may have altered it, but I can still feel you.” He leaned closer so she could feel his breath on her face, and Anya’s heart picked up speed as her body felt the familiar yearning for him. His voice lowered to barely above a whisper. “Can you feel me?”

Her face flushed as she felt something stirring inside her. She couldn’t break his gaze, and her breath became shallow. Yes, she could feel him. Every fiber of her body was in tune with him, though altered bond or not. Her mind protested the feeling, but her body wanted him, as she had always wanted him, and she was a slave to the euphoria flooding her senses.

Raven reached a finger to her face, running a path along her jaw, and Anya shivered at the touch. Just the nearness of him caused heat to flood between her legs, and her nipples perked up in achy response.

Had Valdine’s death been for this? So she could just give in the next time Raven beckoned? Guilt at the Sister’s sacrifice washed through her. Despite that, she found it hard to summon a protest.

“It’s what he wants,” Anya whispered, hoping the thought of Syril would steer her away from this madness.

“But is it what you want, An?” Raven whispered back, and then his lips closed over her mouth, inhaling Anya’s gasp.

She felt as if she was drowning in him, and her sex throbbed as their tongues collided. The dam was suddenly breached, unleashing pent-up desires that had been suppressed for years. She moaned into his mouth as his hands clutched her hair, turning her head to his will. They shared breath, hearts beating in sync, and Anya melted under the onslaught of his lips.

Anya had the presence of mind to notice the difference in what they were experiencing. She was aware of her mind opening to Raven, but there was a wall between them now, and she wasn’t sure if there was a way, or even if she wanted, to tear it down.

Either way, her body glorified in being touched by him. When his hand came down to her breast, she arched up into him. He kneaded her breast and she groaned, her pussy aching and wet.

Raven came up suddenly, throwing the blankets aside. One of his knees knelt between her legs, and he grabbed the bottom of her bed gown, roughly pushing it up so that she was bared all the way above her breasts.

They were both heaving breaths, and his eyes darkened perceptibly as he stared at her naked form. Her nipples were dark and peaked, burning under his eyes, and the scent of her arousal filled the air around them.

Anya’s body felt like molten fire, and she ached for Raven to come back to her, but she couldn’t move under his stare. Couldn’t even speak.

And then he was on her, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her neck. He pushed the gown the remainder of the way off her body, lifting her shoulders to tear it from her head. Her eyes shut in bliss as his mouth closed almanbahis canlı casino on her breasts, sucking the tender skin around her nipples, and finally closing the hard tips into his mouth.

Anya was no longer aware of herself, or any of the reasons she had to protest this. Her mind was swimming in the sensations of Raven’s tongue, swirling delicate circles around her nipples before sucking them in hard, drawing pressure to the nerve endings before releasing them again.

She felt him probing at the edges of her mind, and they circled each other around the damaged edges of their bond. The barrier between them was a fluid thing, moving back and forth between with every touch.

His hand drifted to her cleft, sliding up and down her slit with tantalizing slowness. She pushed her hips into his hands, groans of pleasure escaping her throat. Her hands squeezed rhythmically on his shoulders, moving up and down his arms and back around his neck.

Without warning he thrust two fingers deep into her cunt, and she tossed her head aside as she bit her lip on a scream. She heard him groan at the tightness of her pussy, and her hips lifted as she felt his fingers moving.

Raven’s head moved down her abdomen, nipping her skin in sharp little bites, before soothing her with his tongue. Finally, his mouth stood level with her slit, and he blew softly on it, teasing her with the anticipation, while his fingers continued their slow assault from within her.

When his tongue finally touched to her clit, she nearly exploded, moaning his name as he slowly licked all along her folds. Before she knew what he was about, he had withdrawn one of his fingers from her cunt, and was pushing it against the tight bud of her anus.

She half raised herself, surprise blanking her features, and Raven thought she had never looked so beautiful as she did now, fully mature curves, skin flushed and heated.

“What are you…” But she never finished as her body fell back, succumbing to the working of his mouth on her cunt. He pushed his finger as far as it would go, feeling the clenching of her sphincter around his digit.

He was going to have her, but he couldn’t risk a child, not until he was certain about Syril’s intentions. But they could enjoy each other in every other way. His cock squeezed painfully at the thought of her ass tightening on his shaft the way it was clutching his finger. He eased second finger in when her moans grew more desperate.

“Raven,” she called throatily, and he gave her clit one last flick of his tongue before rising and quickly shedding his clothing.

The taste of her in his mouth was driving his desire to the bursting point, and he plunged his cock into her pussy for the first time ever.

Her beautiful eyes widened on her intake of breath, and he kissed her mouth hard as he thrust into her, the heat of her pussy nearly sending him over the edge.

She mewled in protest when he withdrew, and then she wriggled in shock when he started pressing the head of his erection into her ass.

“What are you doing?” she cried, futilely moving her hips away from his seeking shaft.

Raven pinned almanbahis casino her with his body, holding both her wrists above her head with one of his large hands.

“I can’t risk fathering a child on you An. Not if that’s what Syril wants. But I’m going to have you. Now.”

“No!” she gasped. “Not like that!”

“Yes Anya.”

And his other hand held her hip in place as he positioned his cock to the entrance of her ass. Her face was panicked now, and he pushed tentatively at her mind at the same time he pressed into her anus.

Raven broke through both at the same time, the bond finally surging to life as the head of his cock entered past the tight muscled ring of her anus. She sucked in a gulp of air, and he flooded the bond with his exaltation, watching as her eyes misted over, her features relaxing into an expression of intense arousal.

“Oh,” she breathed, and Raven felt the muscles of her rectum relaxing. He slid in further, and groaned at the tight heat gripping his cock.

He lifted her leg so her knee hung over his shoulder, and leaned down to capture her mouth again. His tongue thrust into her mouth as he sheathed his cock to the hilt, and they moaned into each other.

Raven unleashed everything he was feeling at her, and she reciprocated in kind. He felt the agonizing pleasure of her as he began to thrust into her ass, and at the same time, he felt the pleasure/pain of his cock violating her anus, her confusion at her pleasure, her elation at his pleasure, which in turn fed her own.

Reaching between them, he fingered her clit, circling around her nub in time with each steady thrust of his cock. Another groan burst from her throat, and her head turned aside, her brow furrowed as her mind reconciled the euphoric tension of her body. Raven dipped his head and licked the shell of her ear.

She strained against him now, reaching higher. She was moaning constantly, and he could barely tolerate the intensity of their linked minds with the incredible feeling of fucking her.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, rocking her body as he sank into her ass over and over. The force of his orgasm built in him, tightening his balls, and he grunted with the effort of holding himself back until she climaxed. He accelerated the movement of his fingers, driving her clit back and forth under his touch, plunging into her with his cock.

And then she exploded, biting into his shoulder and screaming as she came, her ass clenching him with the pulse of her orgasm.

Raven let loose, pummeling into her ass while her body squeezed spasmodically around his driving shaft. The intensity of her pleasure whipped through his body along the bond, pushing him to come with all the forces of nature. He unloaded into her, a hoarse shout emerging from his throat, energy seeming to shoot from every surface of his body. His mind floated with hers in oblivion as their bodies shuddered around and into each other.

He heard his name, her voice in his mind, and he could see her there suddenly—not her physical form, but it was her, nonetheless, and holy gods, he could see everything she felt. Not just the rush of ecstasy they had just shared, but the uncertainty, the distrust, fear for the future, and still something else. Something he had seen all those years before, but never acknowledged.

She loved him. Loved him helplessly, and feared it. And gods help them both, because he loved her back.

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“You are a tease,” She whispers into the phone, “I’m teasing myself right now.”

I do nothing. Just sit watching.

“Undressing…” She sighs to her unknown lover.

I do nothing. Just watch sitting.

“I’m looping my knickers around my ankles. I hate the word panties,” she breathes, “Twisting them tight. Tight…”

And she has too; purple lace trapping her bare feet. Ankle to ankle, inhibiting her movement. I can feel my cock starting to be affected. The pants feel constraining. The temperature in the room seems to have risen slightly.

“My feet are tethered, can’t move my ankles at all now. Tight like my… The silky purple fabric strains to hold me. My nipples rise as I twist.” She exhales into the receiver.

I rise quietly so as not to alert our invisible partner. I slowly undo my trousers letting them fall to the carpet and flick them against the wall where they collapse into a heap of fabric. My shirt joins it in a mess of white sleeves and pearl-like buttons. I breathe easier now that my cock is less compressed. She looks at me. First my face then slowly her eyes travel downward to the bulge making its presence known. Reaching out with one hand she gestures me closer. I walk over to her. How can I not?

“My knees are still together. My box of tricks is at hand.” She winks at me while enjoying our secret innuendo. I cannot hear the response bit it elicits a sly smile. “I long for you to fill my box.” A pause for her invisible partner to respond then, “I have a towel under my naked arse lest things get messy.”

My erection forces the front of my boxers outward even further. She just looks at it, looks up into my eyes. An eyebrow arches over her jade eyes. “Yes lover” I mouth. Slowly I remove the expanding boxers. I turn and bend, retrieving the now useless material. I can feel those beautiful green eyes on my back and thigh muscles.

“The rough fabric abrades my cheeks.” She continues to Mr Anonymous. Another sexually charged pause ensues. “My nails rasp my skin as I trace my contours.” I turn and watch her amethyst nails draw up a smooth thigh, across her abdomen almanbahis şikayet and finishing between her perfect breasts.

I notice a shiver track down her spine. Her hand comes up and a long, slender finger beckons me. Like a magnet to hard steel I draw forward. She covers the mouthpiece and tells me it’s time to begin worshiping her arse.

As I process this command she rolls onto her stomach. Long, muscular legs stretch the length of the bed and I position myself at her smooth calves. “I draw my knees up to resist and roll over.” she says to him. Leaning forward I kiss each calf just above her purple, lacy cuffs.

My mouth pauses every few centimetres to plant a kiss or a nip on her legs. I pay special attention to the softest of skin hidden away behind each knee. For I know how much this pleases her. I arrive at the crease below her cheeks where those magnificent thighs join her torso. I pause, long enough to hear her exhale in expectation of those next nips. She tells him “My pelvis rocks involuntarily. It betrays my protestations.”

I’m not sure what he tells her but it causes her hips to arch off the bed. I use this unexpected movement to force a couple of pillows under her hips. With her flawless arse higher I can smell the scent of pleasure rising from her. I lean into her and place a tender and prolonged kiss on each cheek. “No… No… Please don’t” she says but I know that isn’t meant for me.

I sit on my heels and gently pries her orbs apart. Her shy prize is exposed to me and I expel warm air from my lungs upon the exposed and wrinkled surface. She arches her hips further into the soft flow of air. “So raw and exposed. I’m shy under your gaze and touch. Torn betwixt and between fear and shame, “she moans to her hidden partner, “and wanton greed.” I barely touch her star with the tip of my tongue and a shiver causes her cheeks to shake.

I repeat the tongue touch, but a little harder this time. A moan escapes from her red painted lips. “I want …I want to consume every drop of that clear, viscous pre-cum but I can’t reach you. You have me pressed completely to the bed.” almanbahis canlı casino I smile because although she isn’t speaking to me, I know that she really means me.

Once again I dive into her posterial crevasse. My tongue is no longer teasing and testing but instead its task is a tortuous tasting from as far down as I can dive up until the dimples just above her flanks are met. I knew I had her attention because she pushed back against my face. I could hear her moaning, whispering to cease, to do it again. “I want more.” She exhales, “I reach back not knowing if I’ll push you away or hold you face there.”

Fingers grip my head trying to control my vertical movement and speed but I resist and continue at the speed I want as I repeat my path. “Your curls clutched between my fingers. Rich, fine, soft in contrast to the unshaven shadow gracing your face.” She speaks aloud. “The sensations crowd, vying for attention, is surging towards a peak.” My tongue pushes into her, breaking the muscular ring’s attempts to reject me. I twist and turn that muscle until it tires of the exertion.

Once again I repeat my ministrations. This time the ring relaxes allowing me easier entry. I tongue fuck you as best I can because my jaw and neck are beginning to fatigue of the strain. Suddenly she places the tube of lubricant in front of my probing face. I know what she wants. I withdraw my aching tongue.

Sitting on my knees, I direct a squeeze of gel onto her shining sphincter. Another drop falls onto my fingers. Then I slowly start spreading it around her wanting entrance. “I twist and lock eyes with you,” she tells him, and she does. Only she is looking into my eyes. I carefully slide one cautious finger in to spread the clear liquid around inside her hole. “Yes I want it.” She pleads. “I want all of you to fill meeee.”

A smile and nod from me, she turns back. I withdraw the finger and gently proceed to slide it in and out of the loosening tunnel. A second finger is placed alongside the first and both begin their penetration of her. “Be gentle, go slow. I’m trembling.” I’m not sure if she is now almanbahis casino talking to me or her unknown suitor but I pay heed and gently, slowly, carefully slide them in and out. A little at a time and with more lubricant added, it begins to become easier and more pleasurable for her.

While the hand is rocking her arse I lean forward and barely whisper so her man cannot hear “I’m going to fuck your arsehole now.”

“Yes… Please… Do what you will.” She responds to me.

I apply a generous amount to the angry, purple head of my cock. “I’m so vulnerable- totally at your mercy. I trust but fear you.” I have adjusted myself so the head is pressing against her pulsing starfish. I press my hips forward until I can feel the muscle trying to restrict me. Another gentle push and I am in.

“You are huge.” She groans. At this point my hips are screaming at me to fill her but I know better. “So tight. Filling me. Oh God, the pressure. I want you.” She looks around and smiles to me. I know she is ready and I mime “I love You.”.

Turning back to the phone she tells him “I cry out in triumph and pain and pleasure.” I steadily push all the way in until my hips have met her round posterior. I withdraw until the head remains then I slide back in. She lets out a groan of pleasure to me. “I fear you will be rough. As punishment for making you wait so long.”

Your combination of grasping muscles and silky smooth walls has me keyed up to burst any moment. Knowing I cannot last long, I begin see-sawing into your arse. I know you like this speed and not the rapid machine gunning of your bowels. I hear you moan that special exaltation that tells me you just came. Thank goodness as I couldn’t last another stroke so I shove myself into you as far as I can and release my fluid. Another whimper escapes your lips and I know you feel my jettison filling you.

“Reeling. Processing.” The breath enters and exits her pumping lungs. “Speechless. Entwined. Spent. Perfect…”

She exhaustedly passes me the phone and I hear him for the first time. Strangely he is thanking me and taking my money at the same time. The line clicks clear and I toss it onto the floor.

I extract my shrinking cock from you and pull you into a spooning embrace. Uncaring of the world around us, I listen to your breathing as it slowly returns to calm. “Happy birthday Sarah” I smile into your ear.

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Katrina couldn’t believe her computer was on the fritz AGAIN! It always seemed to go down at the wrong time and this time was no different, she had a presentation to finish for work. As much as she hated to use Jack’s computer there wasn’t much choice. She sat down at the desk and fired up the tower, praying that he hadn’t changed the password since the last time she’d had to use it. A minute later and she found out he hadn’t, of course he didn’t, Jack never seemed to mesh with the times. The computer itself was fairly old and took its sweet time loading the Windows environment. Kat rolled her eyes at the picture of a trio of young women on hands and knees displaying nude rears and looking back at the camera with smiles on their faces. She didn’t say anything to Jack about his porn figuring it was a guy thing but that didn’t mean she specifically enjoyed seeing it, especially when it made her feel a little old and self-conscious. As quickly as possible she inserted a thumb drive and pulled up her project, banishing away the sight of the picture.

The project wasn’t that interesting and as is the bane of workers everywhere, the internet was oh so much more interesting. Kat found herself wandering the internet, at first excusing it as research for her presentation, then as a break to rest her mind, and finally it just evolved into plain wandering. Curiosity got the better of Kat and she wandered to see what bookmarks Jack had, just to see what sort of new interests he had developed in order to better understand him she told herself. There were the usual bookmarks of his, football interests and a variety of others relating to his hobbies, and a curious folder just labeled “A”. Well that just piqued her curiosity causing her to click on the folder then take a long blink as a lengthy list of bookmarks appeared before her many with erotic site headings. Heh she was destined to run into it at some point and here it was, may as well take a flick through and see what got Jack off.

The first few sites were about what she expected, the run of the mill young girl with too perfect breasts and guys that were much larger than average with so-so to poor acting ability. A sigh of frustration hit her lips, Kat had kind of hoped to find something a little more finished, perhaps a bit more polish to it other than the normal. One more link and if it was the same old same old she’d return back to the presentation. Left eyebrow slowly rose into an arch as she took note of the site being one of stories instead of images, well at least he was reading. She clicked on his screen name and pulled up the list of favorites. Perusing through the titles most of the appeared to her to be run of the mill what she would expect, the one thing that stood out to her were the number in the anal category. A look of disdain reflected back at her from the monitor, Kat had never really wrapped her head around that one before and thus obviously had never tried it.

With a sigh she rested her chin on her palm and began to flick through these anal stories, wondering what the hell the big deal was. Admittedly she mostly skimmed through the stories, honestly not wanting to give them much of a chance. By about the fourth story she was a wee bit interested in how many of the stories featured women achieving several orgasms from having a dick in their rear. That didn’t seem right and as she was getting ready to do a search on that from the hallway came the sound of the front door opening and her oldest child’s voice shouting that she was home. Damn…quickly the browsers were closed and for the first time she noticed a bit of dampness between her legs. Yes…further investigation would be warranted.

A couple of days later Katrina again found herself alone in the house and this time she shamelessly pointed the search towards finding out others opinion of anal. Sure, it made sense to her why guys liked it, prostate gland and all, by why women did was a major puzzle. The first thing that she found out was there was a bunch of nerve endings at the entrance well maybe that explained it. She dug further, beyond the usual women’s magazines, never trusted those please your men articles almanbahis anyways, until finding a couple of erotic geared forums. Some quick searches on the forums later and a number of threads were pulled up at each forum. How she wished to be able to make notes of what she found, but did not want to risk Jack finding out just yet. The two things she took away were comments by several women that they had made a point of building themselves up to their partners’ relative size first and that they tried to make it a special night when they finally gave it away. Well that seemed like solid enough advice to her and her next web visit was to a toy store.

Well that certainly caused her eyes to go wide; there were just so many of them. The first filter she hit, size, hmmmm five inches seemed to be long enough for now. From there she got down to reading through reviews of the toys to see if anyone recommends particular ones for beginners. Kat finally settled on two to start with, one was a small plug and the other was a supposed starter dildo of about five inches long and about as thick around as a finger or two. She felt her panties dampen a bit as she clicked the purchase button, it just felt wonderfully dirty.

When the package arrived she eyed over the delivery person, wary that the company had lied and marked the box with their logo. They hadn’t and she skittered off to her bedroom to open up the box and look over the contents. The first thing she noticed was that there was a strong rubber smell, hopefully that was just due to being trapped in the box. She opened both packages and secured the toys, then went off to dispose of the packaging in hopes that Jack wouldn’t find them on accident later.

Once she returned to the bedroom she sat on the bed to just stare at the items before her, the plug, the dildo, and the package of lube the toy company had given her for free for buying the dildo. To admit she was a bit apprehensive would be understating things; Kat didn’t even own a dildo for normal play. She ran a finger over the plug, then held the dildo in one hand and just bounced the shaft around. A little shrug and she licked it then chuckled at how childish it seemed to be. Just to be assured of privacy even though no one was due at home for a few hours she locked her bedroom door and shimmied out of jeans and panties and laid back on the bed.

She’d mused for a while on the best way to attempt this and decided it was best to lie on her back. The first toy picked up was the plug; it was slimmer at the tip and flared out to the width of a couple of fingers. A little lube was smeared over the plug and then on the tip of her finger which she rubbed around her tight rear hole before placing the tip of the plug there. A deep breath was drawn in, eyes closed, and a thought of now or never and she pushed, gasping a little as she felt a bit of stretching and accommodating about two inches of the plug in. Kat paused, calming herself as she adjusted to the peculiar feeling registering in her brain. It wasn’t all unenjoyable, it was just weird and so once the feeling subsided a bit she pushed another inch in which brought the first twinge of pain. Just a light feeling and not unexpected nor enough to slow her down now, being so close to the end she pushed the remaining inch and a half in, groaning at the stretching of her rear. Fingers were pressed at the base of the plug to keep it within her.

A smile crossed her lips; she had taken the plug in and allowed a little giggle at the dirtiness of it all. That was about the first time that she realized her wrist felt wet, it had been resting against her pussy and she had become rather soaked. Her hand drifted over and caressed her clit, body jumping at the feeling. It was about then she realized it had been quite some time since her last orgasm and proceeded to rub her clit with her fingers. It somewhat surprisingly didn’t take long till her body was racked with orgasm. As Kat lay panting on the bed she felt a slight ache from having them plug in her rear, very worth it in her mind. Perhaps this anal thing wasn’t so bad she thought.

Over the next couple of weeks she played with almanbahis yeni giriş the toys as often as she could, excusing to herself that she was just getting used to the idea but truthfully she had come to relish her time alone with them. The first few days she had to tell Jack that she had slid on the stairs and that’s why she was walking funny. Soon enough she found herself on the toy stores site again, this time looking for toys that were closer to Jack’s size and once those had been added to the cart curiosity caused her to click on the vibrators tab. She saw a hard plastic one that was a few inches long and glowed purple and added it to the cart. This time she giggled in anticipation of them arriving and counted down the days. She’d noted other benefits to this already, a major one being more adult time spent with Jack. He had commented several times that he didn’t know what had come over her and certainly wasn’t complaining.

As Valentine’s Day approached Kat was becoming more and more comfortable taking the toys in her ass, having taken up doing household chores with one of the plugs in place. It just gave her a feeling of being naughty while walking all over her home and sometimes greeting her neighbors when she needed to venture outside. Once even she had it in while shoveling snow, that was an interesting experience as the physical labor made it hard to keep the plug in place. She found herself on a clothing website, clicking through various forms of lingerie and debating back and forth carefully over what would be just perfect for that night. She finally settled on one and a few accessories for it and wiggled in her chair in excitement.

The big day approached at a rapid pace and that morning she sprang out of bed giddy as could be. The alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, she was up almost a half hour early. Noting the extra time allotted she dug out some whole bean coffee they kept for special occasions and ground a fresh batch. She pulled out the egg pan and set it to warm before raiding the fridge and grabbing a packet of bacon and the container of eggs. A giggle at just how good of a mood she was in today, Valentine’s Day had gotten a bit dull around their house over the last few years. Jack came out for his mug of coffee and blinked at her, figuring it was just too early in the morning to ask. She stole a kiss from him as he prepped his coffee and let him wander off to go check his email. When he’d showered and downed two cups of coffee was about the time she usually figured he was actually awake and timed the meal for then. Kat sat in his lap and stole one of the pieces of bacon, wiggled her rear over his crotch then ran off to get her own shower.

By mid-afternoon Kat was deep in preparations for the evening, first thing was first her mother had agreed to take the kids after school. She had read up on preparing for the big event and spent the bulk of the afternoon getting ready, finally she inserted that favorite plug of hers to run around fixing up the house, took it out and when it was clean laid it and the other toys out on the bed for him to use if he so chose. Kat took out the lingerie purchased earlier in the month, a red cup less bustier that let her natural DD’s hang temptingly in reach. She slid on the pair of stockings and then the matching pair of panties over top. A pair of low heels was picked up; she planned only to wear those as long as she had to, and carried to the living room where she would wait till he got home.

When Jack got home she ran over to the door, dodged the bouquet in his hands, wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a long, lingering kiss. “Welcome home lover,” she whispered and then grinned as she noted his reaction, both on his face and within his pants. “I wanted to make this Valentine’s Day a memorable one instead of the usual. Just follow me dear…” She broke the embrace and slipped a foot or so away, wiggled her rear at him and headed off towards the bedroom.

For his part Jack got over the shock fairly quickly, laid the bouquet down and followed after her at almost a jog. As he entered she took him by the wrist and guided Jack to the bed, pressing almanbahis giriş a hand upon his chest to get him to lie down. She straddled his hips and proceeded to undo his tie then work her way down the buttons of his shirt. The shirt tails were pulled free of his pants and his belt undone and yanked away. Fingers deftly undid the button to his pants and then curled into the waistband to pull them down and as she stepped off the bed the pants were tossed to the floor. She moved back onto the bed, crawling on hands and knees as she looked over his nude form. Teasingly she offered the tip of his member a light lick but continued to crawl forwards until she could curl up against his side, arm drifting over his chest as she leaned in to whisper, “This year I’m giving you my last virginal spot, I want you to take my ass. I’ve spent the last few weeks getting ready to take you.”

Pleased with his response she leaned over to where she’d left the toys and picked up a condom. “Wouldn’t want to get too messy,” said with a smile as she tore open the package, placed it over his cock and guided it down his shaft. She’d chosen apple flavored condoms just to do this and honestly the flavor wasn’t too bad. She looked up at him, mouth full of cock, and couldn’t help but recall how it had been earlier in their relationship and how much she really did miss doing this. Things were due for a change, and to start she wanted him buried in her. Once she released him from her mouth a generous amount of lube was applied to the condom and she took her time stroking him and evenly spread it.

Satisfied that he was properly lubed, she grabbed a pillow and lay upon it, ensuring hips were tilted up to make entrance easier. What happened next was a bit of a surprise, instead of feeling the tip of his cock, she felt something warm and definitely wet. It took her a moment to realize that it was his tongue caressing her puckered hole and that his hands had gripped her ass cheeks, massing them. She relaxed into his embrace, enjoying the feeling and feeling any tension relax away as he brought her to a small orgasm.

The bed shifted as he rose up, taking a moment to reapply lube to the condom, then finally she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her rear. The time she’d been looking forwards to for weeks had finally come and her back arched a little to urge him on. She felt him push and relaxed herself as best as she could and was rewarded with the feeling of the head pop into her. Slowly he worked the shaft into her rear and she gripped the pillow tightly, while the toys had helped to prepare it was still different to have a real cock being pushed at someone else’s pace. She had to admit it was getting easier the further she went, as the initial tension left her body and she was able to loosen the muscles up further for him. Before long she felt his hips pressing to her rear and his scrotum lightly tap her pussy.

Kat took the time to wiggle her hips lightly and readjust her position upon the pillow then whispered softly, “Fuck me…fuck my ass like those anal sluts you love to watch so much.” Her body shuddered at the thought, realizing that she now was admittedly one, an anal slut. At first she let him set the pace and as he settled into a rhythm Kat began to rock her hips in stroke with him. The weirdness started to dissipate as she just let herself fall into the pleasure. She found it was a bit easier to squeeze his cock with her ass than it had been to get used to using her vaginal muscles, a fact that thrilled her when he responded with moans of pleasure.

Her hand went to slip under her waist and found his hand doing the same, moving to her clit. When his fingertips hit her clit her body rocked in a large orgasm, she hadn’t even realized that she was that close to cumming. Her ass clenched down hard on his cock and she felt his pounding slow as he pushed through her tightened muscles. Kat’s body wouldn’t stop, it felt like it rolled from one orgasm to the next some larger and some smaller not that she could really tell. It wasn’t until she felt a sudden warmth within her rear did she realize that he was cumming as well. A groan slipped from her lips as he pulled out of her rear and after he’d cleaned up a bit and lay back on the bed she curled up against him placing a tender kiss upon his lips. She offered a smile and placed her head upon his shoulder, “Happy Valentine’s Day darling.”

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‘I am going to kill Carl!’ I thought for the hundredth time.

I wanted to jump up and run screaming from the restaurant, but I remained seated and kept a smile plastered on my face. It wasn’t easy. I probably didn’t need to bother. I doubt the girl across from me would have noticed if I let my true emotions show. She was too busy telling me her life story to see much else.

‘It’s my own fault,’ I signed to myself. ‘I know better than to go on blind dates. Besides, Carl did warn me that he didn’t know Barbara well. He only set us up because she was hot and my type.’

The woman across from me was both of those things. Barbara had blond hair, blue eyes and a tight body. All in all, she was just as hot as Carl promised. It was too bad she had an ego the size of Texas, a whiney voice and a grating personality. I tried to listen to her at first out of politeness, but when she wasn’t bragging, she was surprisingly cruel. Maybe it was just her mood and the alcohol, but I didn’t think so. All the people in her life were sad losers who were obviously blessed that she bothered to talk to them at all. This included her parents and siblings.

Barbara continued to talk without any real input from me through the entire meal. I ate, put on an attentive expression, nodding every once in a while, but my mind wondered frequently from her story. Frankly, it just wasn’t that interesting. I should have given up a while ago, but did I mention she was hot? It had also been a while.

I glanced around at the other patrons out of boredom. The restaurant was packed so at least I had something to do. There was a family of five at one table. The kids were pretty young. The older two were constantly fighting and the baby kept throwing things on the floor, but the parents seemed to be enjoying themselves despite the havoc.

There was a couple around my age sitting at a small table. They were talking softly and smiling. The woman was on the plain side, but I found myself jealous of the guy anyway. They seemed to really love ach other.

The next table had three girlfriends. They were talking and laughing like friends typically do when they were out together. They looked cute, but also too young for me. I watched them for a few minutes anyway before moving on to the next table.

It was obvious that the guy there and one of the girls were husband and wife. They just had that look. The other girl was laughing at something that was said. She was a tall woman with long dark hair and a pretty face.

‘Nice smile,’ I thought, and it was true. ‘I bet she could be pretty hot if she lost weight.’ The woman was heavy, but most of her excess weight seemed to be focused in one area, her ass. Now I’ve been known to appreciate an overly large backside upon occasion, but this one was seriously big!

‘She’s not my type anyway,’ I thought and moved on to the next table.

I took my time, but eventually I finished looking at the other patrons. I glanced at Barbara. She was still going strong, with no end in sight. I let my mind wander again, trying to see if I could remember anyone more annoying than the woman sitting across from me.

“Next time we go out, I’ll have to pick the restaurant. The food here is barely eatable,” Barbara said, drawing my attention back to her.

I took a deep breath and thought to myself, ‘It’s decision time. Just how badly do I want to get laid?’

“My last boyfriend was weak and useless, especially in bed,” she continued. “But he did know all the good places to eat in this backward little town.”

‘Is she for real?’ I caught myself asking. I mean, she was hot, but come on! I hesitated, but I just couldn’t take it any longer. I stood and pulled out my wallet.

“What are you doing?” she asked in surprise.

“Paying for dinner,” I said, dropping more than enough money to cover the meal.

“But I’m not done yet,” Barbara said.

“I am,” I said, making it obvious that I was finished with more than just my food.

“How rude!” she snapped.

“You’re right,” I shrugged. “But not nearly as rude and talking for over half an hour without stopping to take a breath and without having a single kind word for anyone. The next time you go out with a guy, you might want to try and have a conversion instead of giving him your life story. Frankly, it’s just not that interesting.”

“That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” I heard someone ask from behind me. I turned and saw the woman with the large ass. She was prettier up close. She must have been returning to her table from the restroom.

“Mind your own business!” Barbara snapped. She was obviously drunk on top of everything else. “I don’t need some cow to come to my defense!”

“I stand corrected,” the woman said, shaking her head and looking at me.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” I asked, unable to resist smiling.

“Are all your dates this pleasant?” the brunette asked.

“Most of the blond ones,” I replied. She burst out laughing and it took me a second to realize what I’d said. I corrected almanbahis şikayet myself, “I mean blind ones.”

“Perhaps that’s your problem?” she grinned. “Maybe you should skip going out on blind dates for a while? Either that, or stop dating blonds.” I couldn’t help myself. I laughed.

“Or perhaps,” Barbara said coldly as she stood. “You should date someone that fits you better, like a dark haired cow!”

“I’ve never had someone dump me on our first date and in the middle of a meal,” the woman replied with false sweetness. “I bet this isn’t your first time?”

“I attract a lot of guys,” Barbara replied. “Some of them are bound to be losers. I guess you’ve just been lucky. Or is it that you don’t date very much?”

I watched them for a moment, and yes, I let my eyes glance down at the brunette’s ass. It was extremely large. I can’t say it didn’t interest me, but there was a limit to everything, even the good things. It was a shame though because there was something about her I liked.

“Ladies,” I interjected. “Not that it’s not fun to watch you two exchange barbs, but it’s been a long night. I’m going to the bar and getting a drink. Goodbye.”

“That’s it?” Barbara cried. “You’re leaving just like that?”

“Do you really blame him?” the other woman asked.

“Please!” the blond snapped. “He’s a guy. They’re only after one thing anyway.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?” the brunette asked, shaking her head.

“I’ll prove it,” Barbara said, and then turned to me and added, “Come home with me. I promise I’ll make it a night you’ll never forget.”

“Yeah, right,” I snorted in disbelief.

“No,” the blond said. “I’m serious. You’re a jerk, but you’re a good-looking jerk and I’m in the mood. Besides, all guys are jerks. It I let that stop me I’d still be a virgin.”

I looked at her and shook my head, but here’s the sad part. I was tempted to go with her. In fact, if doing so didn’t make Barbara seem like she was right and the other woman wrong, I probably would have. Like I said, it’s been a while and Barbara was hot.

“Barbara,” I said, still shaking my head. “I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure, but we both know that would be a lie.” She looked at me in surprise. I guess not a lot of guys turned her down. She was at a loss of words for a moment, but it didn’t last. She smiled cruelly.

“You should come out of the closet,” she said. “It’s okay to be gay these days.”

“Wow!” the big-bottomed woman cried. “You really must have one heck of an ego to twist being turned down into an admittance of homosexuality.”

I left the two of them at that point and went to the bar. The first drink went down quickly and helped. It helped a lot. I took my time on the second. I was just finishing it when the brunette came up to the bar and sat next to me.

“Hello,” she said. “Sorry for putting my two cents in back there.”

“That’s okay,” I shrugged, but then smiled and added, “But you do know that she was right? All men are jerks and are only after one thing.”

“And yet you didn’t go home with her,” the brunette replied.

“I almost did,” I replied honestly.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“Think what you want,” I shrugged. “But I can prove it you.”

“And how will you do that?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking right,” I answered.

“Barbara? Naked and gagged?” she guessed. I laughed.

“She’s not who I was thinking about. Besides, I’ve never been into the bondage thing. On the other hand a gag in her mouth does sound interesting,” I laughed. The brunette joined me.

“So, who were you thinking about?” she asked once we stopped laughing. She was watching me. I liked her smile, even if she wasn’t my type. I figured a little harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Actually,” I said, taking a sip from my drink. “I was thinking that as far I’m concerned, you own me what Barbara promised. You owe me a night I’ll never forget.”

“Do I now?” she asked, laughing.

“Of course,” I said, but then smiled slowly and added, “But don’t worry, I’m in no rush to collect.” She stopped laughing. I frowned and asked, “What wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said curtly.

“You’re a miserable liar,” I said, shaking my head. “What’s bothering you? I apologize if I was too forward. I was just trying to do some harmless flirting.”

“I bet your flirting isn’t harmless with someone who looks like Barbara,” she said pointedly, and the truth hit me.

“You’re not letting Barbara’s cow comment bother you, are you?” I asked. “She was a complete and total bitch!”

“Doesn’t make her wrong,” the woman sighed.

“Please!” I snorted. “Everything about Barbara was wrong!”

“Well, you’re right about that,” the woman said, smiling slightly again and shaking her head. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” I said. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re a beautiful woman, but after listening to Barbara’s life story, I’m not up for much other than getting drunk.”

“Hmm,” she almanbahis canlı casino said slowly. “Getting drunk sounds like fun right about now. Do you mind if I join you? Don’t worry. It will just be two friends having drinks together.” I looked at her. She was watching me and I couldn’t deny I liked her smile.

“Hey Jerry!” I called to the bartender. He turned and made his way over. “Please put a drink for my friend on my tab.”

“What will you have?” Jerry asked. She told him.

“Thanks,” she said. “My name is Alice.” I told her my name.

“What happened to your friends?” I asked.

“They had to get home,” she replied. “Their baby sitter is expensive.” I smiled and nodded.

Two hours later we were both feeling no pain. It got so bad that we decided to share a cab home. Nether one of us was in any shape to drive.

“Thanks for a good night,” Alice said as the cab took us toward her home first. “I needed that.”

“Me too,” I smiled. She was looking at me and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed her.

“What happened to just being friends?” she asked with a slow smile.

“I’m a guy,” I shrugged. “Like I said earlier, Barbara was right. Besides, you’re far too tempting to just be friends with.” She smiled and we kissed again. That lasted until the cab stopped at her place.

“Well, this night turned out a lot better than I expected,” Alice laughed, almost nervously.

“It doesn’t have to end,” I said. “You could invite me up?” She looked at me and I smiled. She did too, slowly.

“Well,” she said. “I do owe you a night you’ll never forget.”

“Yes, you do,” I grinned and paid the cabby.

Alice walked ahead of me and I couldn’t help but watch her ass as she went. It was big, huge even, but in my current state that only made her more enticing to me. I had a thing for asses and hers was going to be the biggest I’ve ever seen. It swayed very nicely as she moved.

We entered her place, but I didn’t notice much at first. Instead, I stopped and pulled Alice to me as the door shut. We were both still drunk, but the kiss we shared showed great promise. Alice was a lot taller than the girls I typically dated. She was barely an inch shorter than my six feet. The angle of the kiss felt a bit odd, but I got over it quickly enough.

“Wait here,” she smiled, pulling away from me. “I’ll be right back. There’s beer in the refrigerator if you’re in the mood.”

I went and grabbed a beer as she disappeared into what looked like a bedroom. I also took a moment to use her bathroom. Afterward, I spent time looking around her place while I waited. There were a lot of pictures on the wall. The artist was very good and I enjoyed myself as I moved from one to other. I didn’t really notice how long it was taking Alice until I realized that my beer was done and I had to use the bathroom again. Beer had a tendency to go through me quickly, but not that quickly!

I stopped in the bathroom once more briefly and then went to the door Alice had entered. I knocked before entering. Alice was on her bed, passed out. I groaned. First, because I knew that meant I wouldn’t be getting laid, and second because she was naked. I was tempted, but I wasn’t that type of guy. I started to walk out when I noticed that she was on top of the covers and that they were bunched. She’d be cold eventually and the covers knotted under her like they were couldn’t be comfortable. I decided I couldn’t leave her like that.

I moved to her bed and shifted her until I was able to get the sheets out from under her. Alice suddenly rolled onto her stomach and I got my first look at her naked ass. It seemed even bigger without clothes on. I was surprised by just how strong my body reacted to the sight. There was no denying that her ass was fat and the biggest I’d ever seen, but I couldn’t help but admit that I liked it.

“Time to go,” I sighed to myself as I pulled the sheets over her. Alice smiled in her sleep and I couldn’t resist leaning forward and stealing one last kiss.

She surprised me by returning my kiss. She also rolled onto her side and pulled me down onto the bed. The only truly fat part of her was her ass, but she was a big woman. I noticed how long her arms were when she wrapped them around me and drifted back into a deeper sleep.

Alice’s breasts were nice and her stomach, although not flat, was also not overly large either. She wasn’t built fragile in any sense of the word, but despite her size, there was a softness about her that I liked. I wrapped my arms around her and shifted so that her head was resting on my shoulder. It felt surprisingly good. So good in fact, that I let myself get comfortable.

I woke up to the sun and Alice’s smile. It was a very pretty smile. I felt surprisingly good considering how much alcohol I drank. Alice’s bed was very comfortable. It was either that or Alice herself who helped me sleep so well.

“I hope it was a night you’ll never forget because I can’t remember a thing,” she joked nervously, breaking the almanbahis casino silence.

“That’s because nothing happened,” I smiled. “Yet.”

“Yet?” she asked. “You mean, now that you’re sober you’re not going to slip away?”

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked. “I’m lying next to a beautiful naked woman and you think I’m going to leave?”

“You think I’m beautiful?” she asked in surprise.

“Of course,” I replied. “But only because it’s the truth.”

“Please!” she snorted. “I’m not bad looking, but I’m way too big for most guys to think of as beautiful, and that was before I let my ass get this size.”

“I’m not most guys,” I replied. “And it took all my will powers last night not to show you just how much I appreciate your ass.”

“You can be serious,” she said. “It’s huge!”

She wasn’t wrong about her ass, but I wasn’t lying either. I really did like it and there was only one thing I could do about it. I wasn’t going to let a chance like this slip by. I surprised Alice by taking one of her hands and moving it between my legs. Her eyes grew large as she felt my hardness through my pants.

“It got like that from only talking about your ass,” I smiled. “What do you think will happen if we do more than just talk?”

“You want to do more than that?” she asked. I could feel her excitement building. That was okay. So was mine.

“A lot more,” I answered, reaching behind her and caressing her large ass. She was watching my eyes carefully. I smiled and kissed her again.

Her ass was far too big for one hand. I pulled her on top of me and started using both hands on her butt. My hardness pressed into her stomach.

“That feels so good!” she moaned. We continued like that for a long time until I couldn’t take it any longer.

“Alice, I hope you’re in the mood,” I groaned. “Because you’re driving me crazy!”

“Why don’t you get rid of your clothes,” she smiled sexily, rolling off of me.

I got out of bed and stripped out of my clothes as quickly as possible. Alice eyed my cock hungrily and bit her bottom lip as it popped free of my underwear. She reached for it. I had no intention of stopping her. I stood there for a few moments letting her stroke my hardness before I climbed back into the bed.

“Now what?” she smiled. Her expression was a mix of anticipation and trepidation. I kissed her again before rolling her onto her stomach. She laughed as she cried, “Hey! What are you doing?”

“Getting a look at your ass,” I replied, grabbing her meaty backside and squeezing. Her ass was large, round and very pale.

“That’s more than looking!” she gasped.

“So is this!” I said hungrily and bent forward. Alice moaned loudly as I spread her legs and buried my face between her large ass cheeks. I tasted her pussy for the first time and it was good, very good. The brunette spread herself wider to give better access. I pushed my face in deeper. Her ass was so big that it was actually hard to breath, but I found a way.

I licked and tasted her for quite a while. I teased her by bringing her to the brink of orgasm and pulling back a couple of times. She moaned in frustration.

“Stop being mean!” Alice cried. “Please!”

I was tempted to finish her off with my mouth, but she obviously wanted more. I wasn’t going to argue with her need. I sat up and shifted until my cock was lined up with her pussy. I shoved myself as deep as I could go on the first stroke. Her body shivered as my hips slammed into her ass.

I pulled back and thrust into her again. Alice cried out and I did it again, and again. She came after only a few strokes, but I couldn’t stop myself from continuing. The sight of her ass shaking with every thrust was too much. Alice seemed to enjoy it even after she was done. In fact, it wasn’t long before she started pushing back to meet my strokes.

I took hold of her thick hips and rammed in and out of her pussy. I watched Alice’s ass as our bodies crashed together over and over again. The sight made me stiffen even more and she moaned loudly. I couldn’t resist. I let go of one of her hips and slapped her ass.

“Hey!” she cried, more in surprise than anything else.

“Can you blame me?” I groaned. “It looks so good!” She glanced at me over her shoulder. I let her see my hunger and need.

“Wow, my ass really does turn you on!” she gasped in surprise.

“You have no idea!” I growled, slapping it again. This time Alice moaned. I slapped it again and she moaned louder.

“Harder!” she cried, so I slapped her ass with more strength.

“No!” she gasped. “I meant fuck me harder!”

“I can do both,” I replied, slamming into her.

“Yes!” she cried.

I loved thrusting into Alice. She was a big woman and was obviously able to handle the pounding. Handle? Hell, she loved it as much as I did!

She was near another orgasm and my own was building fast. I continued to work her pussy until we both were on the edge. I rested one hand on her ass and let my thumb drift lower. Alice didn’t comment until it was against her opening.

“Don’t!” she cried. I moved my thumb in small circles, but didn’t push in.

“I told you I wanted to do more to your big ass,” I said, my voice controlled, but hungry.

“You can’t be serious!” she moaned.

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Well, dear reader, several months have passed since I converted my regular guys to using my back door, if you know what I mean.

They all seem to like the change, and I sure do.

Other things have changed, however. My super-star stud Donkey Dong suffered a serious injury on the football field. So serious he was out for the rest of the last season, and indefinitely. He has taken a leave of absence from College. He might return next year if the rehab goes well.

He was not much of a student anyway, he just did the absolute minimum. The powers that be made sure he passed because they wanted him on the team. I guess he could run through a brick wall. He might have done that too many times because he was not the brightest guy I know. Biggest dick, though.

Too big, really. After my sessions with him I always had abdominal cramps and discomfort. I guess you shouldn’t take a baseball bat up your ass. OK, I exaggerate, but it did feel that way. I liked it, especially when he finished so far in me. But he is gone now.

I no longer service a stable of 12 guys. Some of them stopped calling, and I told some others not to call. They were just too rude and disrespectful. Just because I was willing to let almost anyone fuck me doesn’t mean I am a bad person. I just like being fucked.

My go-to guys now are Seven & ½ and Super Nine. You may remember them. Seven & ½ was the first guy up my ass. Now he acts like he has fallen in love with me. I keep trying to discourage that.

Super Nine is called that for obvious reasons. His nine inches of meat go almost as far in me as Donkey Dong did, but a couple of inches less and not as thick. So I am not uncomfortable during or after taking him up my ass.

I see him about once a week and Seven & ½ also about once a week. I get a little rest and recovery this way, and the two guys are horny as goats when we do get together. They usually want to give it to me twice and that is fine with me.

You know what? It is silly and unnecessary for me to keep using the cute nicknames for them. I only did that for my diary and I do not make any entries about them anymore.

Seven & ½ is Justin, and Super Nine is Bob.

My relationship with these two guys has improved. I am no longer just a Booty Call for an anonymous suck or fuck. Bob does not look at me with Puppy Dog eyes of love like Justin does but he is obviously fond of me.

The most recent time with Bob was hot.

He is not broke like many college students are, and he rented a room at a local Motel for us. He texted me the Motel and the room number.

I went to the Motel and found his room and knocked on the door.

He greeted me with, “Hey Lisa, great to see you!”

He hugged me and kissed me warmly.

I pretended to be angry and said, “God, you put your tongue half-way down my throat.”

“So what? You used to take my cock all the way down your throat.”

I play-punched him in the stomach and started to undress.

He got the message and stripped down with me. His beautiful cock went from limp to stiff in a few seconds. It seemed to understand that it was going to be in its favorite place soon, up my tight, warm asshole.

I said beautiful and I meant it. Perfectly straight, with the smooth pink head always exposed with a silvery thread of seminal fluid hanging from it.

That is basically cum without the sperm in it. I knelt down and sucked his cock clean. I miss swallowing his load, but I get it in my stomach from the other direction now. You can’t have everything.

He led me to the couch and indicated he wanted me to lay over the armrest face down with my feet on the floor and my butt in the air. How fun.

I followed his instructions and he moved behind me. I felt his cock-head touch my anus and I shivered with pleasure. It went into me fairly easy and I exhaled a whispered yes.

He worked it into me slowly and soon all nine inches were in me. He pressed against my butt and his balls flattened against my pussy.

He held my hips and fucked me delightfully. I had to struggle to keep my balance on my tip-toes. I moved my feet further apart and that helped.

His first cum-shot happens quick, and in a few minutes, he emptied his nuts in me. This position gave him the angle to bury it in me.

I hate it when the guys in the porn videos only shove half of their cock in the woman’s ass. I know, half of 12 inches is a lot, but I want to see if the woman can take it all. The porn producers want the viewers to see the guys cock, and if it is all the way in you can’t see it. I believe that is why the actor is told to use only half.

For me, I want the exquisite sensation of a very long cock totally inside me. That is what Bob does very well.

He stayed pressed tight against my butt-cheeks while the last drops of his cum drained into me.

I can’t explain why it is so satisfying even though I do not have an orgasm.

He took care of that orally while he recovered, and then he fucked me again, this time in a more comfortable position face-down on the bed.

After that we almanbahis lay side-by-side naked and talked.

This is becoming more like a love affair and I guess it is OK.

It was a very pleasant afternoon with Bob.

Justin called for his session the next week.

You may recall he does me in his dorm room. He does not have the disposable income that Bob has.

I let myself into his room and closed the door behind me. I couldn’t lock it because there are no locks on the dorm doors. They don’t want to give the students actual privacy, just the appearance of it.

Justin was sitting at his desk with a textbook open in front of him. However, his cock was out of his pants and standing straight up. Was he jacking off? I will kill him. I have told him to never do that, it is wasteful. All of his cum belongs to me.

As I walked towards him I pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees.

In mock anger I said, “Are you having fun? You weren’t going to make a mess in that book, were you?”

He sheepishly said, “No.”

I turned around right in front of him, facing away, and spread my ass. I lowered myself towards his hard-on, and he adjusted the aim, so the head touched my anus. I kept sitting down and took it up my ass.

I sat down all the way on his lap impaled with his cock.

“OK, you can blow your load now.”

“Thanks, but it is going to take a little of the old in and out.”

“I know.” I began to lift up and sit down slowly, virtually jacking him off with my asshole.

He acted like he was about to explode, so I said, “Lets move onto the bed. If you finish this way gravity makes it all run back out of me.”

I stood up and pulled him out of me, and we went over to his little single bed.

I laid belly-down, and he climbed on top and pushed his cock all the way in me.

He fucked me nicely for a few minutes and I knew he was about to blow.

Two things happened at once, one good and one not so good.

He pushed all the way in and started to grunt and groan, and at that precise moment the door of his room opened. I looked over at the entrance and there stood a cute blonde girl.

Justin saw her too, and said, “Wait! I can explain!”

She started sobbing, and said, “Explain what? That you were just sodomizing her?”

He pulled his cock out and unfortunately a small river of cum ran out of my asshole.

She sobbed louder and said, “Wonderful! You just inseminated her!”

He said, “I’m so sorry.”

I whispered, “I’m not.” I couldn’t resist.

She turned and left.

We got up and got dressed.

I said, “I’m sorry Justin” but what I was thinking is why in hell didn’t he know she might come by?

He said, “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault.”

Damn right, I thought.

“OK, give me her name and contact information and I will talk to her. I will see if I can save your sorry ass.”

He gave me her name which is Heather, and her cell phone number and email address.

He was done for the day, having just destroyed his relationship with Heather, so I left him to his misery.

I waited until the next day and then I called Heather.

I heard her muffled “Hello” followed by silence because she didn’t recognize my number.

“I am sorry to bother you, but I was asked to contact you to talk about what you saw yesterday.”

More silence.

“I am the one you saw with Justin in his room.”

“You slut!”

“Let’s not call names here. I just need to tell you that I am not his ‘Girlfriend’, you are. We just see each other occasionally to have some good, satisfying sex. No strings attached.”

“So I am just supposed to let him get away with that?”

“You are not in a position to let him get away with it or not. You don’t own him. Not yet anyway. And if you still want to, you better cut him some slack.”

She just said, “Fuck you.” And hung up.

Oh well, I tried.

What a surprise it was when the following day she called me.

She started off with, “OK, I hear you. But I need to know more about the two of you.”

“Alright, I will tell you anything you want to know. But maybe we should do it face to face. Where can we meet where we will have privacy?”

She paused and then said, “We can’t meet in public. I rent a room in a private house just off the Campus. Will you come there?”

I agreed, and she gave me the address. I wanted to get this over with, so I told her I was on my way.

She was waiting for me on the front porch, and she led me up to her room on the second floor. There was a small refrigerator and she offered me a soft drink which I accepted. I didn’t want it but I thought it would seem friendlier to take it.

“So tell me. How often do you and Justin see each other?”

“As I said on the phone, occasionally.”

“And do you always have sex?”

“Of course, that is why we see each other.”

There was a long uncomfortable silence as she stared at the floor.

She said softly, “And do you always do it that way?”

“Yes. That is what we both prefer. almanbahis yeni giriş And he is satisfied until the next time we meet.”

I probably shouldn’t have said that because she looked distressed.

“You make it sound like I do not satisfy him!”

“I don’t know whether you do or not. To be truthful I didn’t know you existed until the other day.”

More awkward silence.

“Look, I just do whatever I want to do with whoever I want to do it with. Like I said, no strings. I am not stealing anyone’s boyfriend.”

That must have helped a little.

“You are clearly sexually liberated. Good for you. I am not. If I just let myself do whatever interests me my reputation would suffer.”

Snippy bitch.

“That’s your problem, you worry too much about what other people think. Maybe you should loosen up and live your life. You accidently saw me taking Justin’s cock in my ass. Are you going to say you have never even thought about that?”

Now she was silent and blushing too. I let her twist in the wind for a minute or two.

“Confess. You have fantasized about being fucked in your ass, haven’t you?”

Now she turned beet-red.

“Let me borrow your lap-top. Let me show you how things are out in the world.”

I got on-line and quickly surfed to one of my favorite sites. I showed her several short videos of women taking it in the ass. She acted embarrassed, but I noticed her eyes were glued to the screen. I jumped to a few different sites and showed her similar scenes.

“If you think Justin and I are weird perverts it looks like we have a lot of company.”

She finally caved and said, “I know about anal sex. I know people do it.”

“Well good. But how about you?”

She practically broke down into tears.

“I am so ashamed of myself. Ever since I saw the two of you I can’t get it out of my mind. I have had hot dreams all night, I can’t sleep. During the day I have flash-backs of Justin doing it to you.”

She stopped sniffling and quietly said, “The most shameful thing of all is I imagine it is me and not you.”

I felt a surge of affection for her. She is uptight and inhibited like I was. I moved close to her and put my arms around her. I went to kiss her on the cheek, but she surprised me, she turned and kissed me fully on the mouth.

I accepted her kiss including her tongue, and then I said, “Maybe there are a couple of things that you secretly wish you could do.”

She held on to me tightly and whispered, “Yes.”

“I have told you that I am free and easy about sex; liberated, you called it. Let me help you with this.”

I started to undo the buttons and pull down her jeans, but she quickly took over for me and was naked from the waist down.

I did the same to my jeans and panties, and we hugged again, this time pressing pubic hair together.

After a few more hot kisses we moved to the day-bed and laid down together. I played with her pussy in the way I masturbate myself and she murmured approval.

I moved down and dived into her crotch and kissed and licked her sweet young pussy. I realized this was something I had been subconsciously wanting to do.

I have no interest in putting my tongue into some smelly old cunt, but Heather’s pussy was as fresh as a bunch of spring flowers.

I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and then I had a brainstorm. I searched for and finally found her tight little asshole, and gently pushed my middle finger all the way in.

I wasn’t prepared for her reaction. She exploded like a hand grenade. Her arms and legs flailed around, and she made animal sounds. I just held on to her with my tongue in her pussy and my finger up her ass.

When she settled down I moved alongside her and kissed her with my wet slippery lips.

When I thought she was able to speak I asked her, “What do you think of that?”

She didn’t answer right away and that concerned me but then she said, “I think I would like to do that to you.”

“Good for you.”

We reversed our previous positions and she tentatively began to kiss and lick my pussy.

She was doing pretty well but she didn’t think so, because she said, “I really don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to do this.”

“Just do to me what I did to you.”

She meekly said, “OK.”

She fumbled around until she found my asshole, and carefully inserted her long, bony finger. She resumed eating my pussy and the same thing happened to me, only not quite as intense. I just had a pleasant, deeply satisfying orgasm.

We stayed together on the bed for quite a while, enjoying the afterglow.

I got up and pulled my panties and jeans up and she did the same.

“I have to get going. Thanks for meeting with me. I hope you feel a little better about Justin.”

“You mean since I now know that casual sex is good?”

“Yes, exactly. You should try some interesting things with your Justin now.”

“You mean like taking his big dick up my ass?”

“Yes I do. I think it will renew your relationship.”

She held onto me and said, almanbahis giriş “Please don’t go yet.”

When she finally got up the nerve she said, “I would like to try it with Justin, but only if you are there too.”

Oh my god. Now I get to be a voyeur and watch my own porn show.

“Absolutely. Just tell me when.”

“If I call him now and tell him I forgive him and want to see him tomorrow, can you meet me there?

“Like they say, just do it.”

So it was all set, and I left Heathers room. Her snoopy old landlady glared at me as I left. She obviously knows something went on up there. Maybe she could smell the hot pussy all the way down here. I would like to blow her mind and describe what happened in detail. But if she had a heart attack I guess I would be guilty of murder.

The next day dragged on forever. Our date was at 3PM and it finally came.

Heather and I met up outside of Justin’s dorm building. We went in and knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

We did, and he was surprised to see me with Heather. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Don’t be concerned, Heather and I have worked this out.”

We both sat down on the edge of his little bed, side by side. Heather held my hand. She was nervous.

Justin noticed and said, “Are you two a couple now?”

I snapped back, “Not your problem. If she forgives you, you have no right to be jealous.”

That shut him up. He waited for us to speak and set the tone.

Heather said, “Lisa was nice enough to explain what I saw. Once I understood it I was not angry anymore.”

I waited for her to continue.

I softly said, “Go on.”

“I admitted to Lisa that I was aroused when I thought about it later. She made me see that it was OK, that I was not some kind of pervert.”

Justin was listening intently.

Heather seemed stuck there, she didn’t know what to say next.

“Heather, you have to tell Justin what you decided to do. I am sure he will be glad to hear it.”

She couldn’t make eye contact with either of us, she looked down at the floor.

She shuffled her feet and said, “I am ashamed of myself. But I can’t help it.”

Barely audible, she said, “I would like to try it with you. But I asked Lisa to be here for support.”

Justin’s hard-on was visible poking against his pants.

Trying to move things along nonchalantly, I said, “Right. Let’s get this party started.”

Heather just sat there, so I began to unbutton her jeans. She took over and stripped them off and her panties too.

I got off the bed to make some room and she laid down in the prone position. I took the tube of Vaseline from my pocket and applied it liberally to Heather’s tiny asshole. To make sure I inserted my finger to get some of it up her asshole.

Fingering her asshole turned me on and I had to force myself to stop and make way for Justin. He moved in quickly with his boner swinging and swaying as he climbed over her.

He straddled her, and I spread her cheeks to give him access. Heather did say she wanted me to be part of this.

I watched closely as he touched her anus with the tip of his cock. She quivered with anticipation.

He pushed it into her and she whimpered. I made eye contact and saw her eyes cross momentarily. Her feet kicked up in the air as she felt him go into her. It was a reflex caused by feeling her anus being stretched to the max.

For encouragement I said, “Relax. Breathe.”

Justin carefully pushed it in deeper and deeper. It was a good thing I greased her up so well. I had only seen this in porn videos, but I stared at her asshole clamping around the shaft of his cock. I started to rub my pussy through my jeans.

Justin successfully got the last few inches of it in her and began to fuck her. I didn’t know whether to watch his cock sliding in and out or watch the expression on her face and the look in her eyes. I alternated between them.

I pulled my jeans and panties down far enough for me to reach my wet pussy. I masturbated while I enjoyed the scene. Justin was red-hot as he concentrated on fucking her, and Heather was staring glassy-eyed into space.

Justin fucked her like a machine as long as he could, and then he said, “I’m going to cum.”

I was just as excited as if it was me about to be filled, and I said, “Heather, you know what to expect.”

She silently nodded her head.

He stopped all the way up her ass and grimaced as he ejaculated.

Heather murmured with pleasure and I had an intense orgasm, wave after wave going through me.

All three of us huffed and puffed for a while, trying to calm down.

Justin withdrew his still-hard cock and some cum gushed out of her asshole.

I dived down on it and licked as much of it up as I could. In the process I licked her pussy lips and she responded with a sigh.

I gently turned her over and finished the job, licking her clit until she exploded.

Justin’s eyes were wide open with both curiosity and surprise. I guess he never thought I would do that, and until now I never did either.

Heather remained on the bed while Justin and I sat on the edge. I absent-mindedly played with his half-hard cock as we talked.

I said, “I guess we all learned something important today. Something we didn’t know about ourselves before.”

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I slowly help you undo your skirt and watch it shimmy down your slender thighs, your tense calves and your perfect ankles, resting on the ground around your red pumps. You lean forward on the desk, parting your legs to steady yourself. I lean closer to you, inhaling the aroma, which takes me to another place. I quickly bring myself back; we don’t have the time for digressions for he will be returning soon. My gaze returns to your perfect rear and I notice that the lace is no longer just a hint. Had we more time, I would have teased some more, but the anticipation is too much. In one swift move the panties form the inner circle to your skirt. And now I feast.

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My right hand starts to itch; it yearns for action as well. As my tongue flicks again, my index finger, moistened with your juices, begins to probe to asshole. You look back at me with a knowing smile. “Shove it in,” you demand, how can I not obey? You begin to writhe to the motion of one finger in the front and another massaging the rear. I cannot bear it anymore. I stand up and unzip with hesitation. My size still bothers me, but your first words to me, echoing in almanbahis canlı casino my thoughts, always put me at ease. You said, “It’s the perfect size for my favorite position.” You reach around and grab a hold of my penis, gently guiding it towards your asshole. It is tight; you dip into your own wetness and lather my shaft, preparing it for a smoother entry. It eases right in, the wait has been too much for me, I spurt madly inside you. It doesn’t upset you, for you know better. Where I lack in size, you know I make up in stamina. Clenching and releasing your nether muscles you slowly milk me at first and continue till I am full erect within you. Seconds are definitely better, and thirds even more so you conclude in your thoughts.

I slowly withdraw the four inches and penetrate them right back. Any more withdrawn would be a complete withdrawal. We begin the dance, like a slow tango at first. In, out, in, out. The moans begin on your part, my breathing starts to intensify. I can tell, you are building up to something big today. I notice your hands are quite almanbahis casino active within the folds of your cunt. Pinching, rubbing, sliding in, just wet with your moisture. I want to reach down and drink your juices, but I stay the course. I live to give you pleasure. Your hands come out from under you as you cling desperately to the desk, for the pounding has intensified. Your eyes are shut, you are screaming with ecstasy. My eyes are shut, focused on pleasuring you. My being to your being, connected at one spot, total and absolute pleasure for the both of us. The moaning slows, then stops…you are ready. My rhythm changes, the pounding blends into a slow and deep motion. The shuddering begins, first at the outstretched hands, down the spine, all the way to base. You come. I am still hard but you push me away. You’ve reached the point where any more pleasure becomes pain.

We both open our eyes gazing softly at each other, then with alarm at the door. He, your husband, fills the doorframe. I am aghast, I begin to soften. The look in your eyes changes, I realize the alarm was just playacting. He comes forward, kneels down before me and gently begins to taste you on me.

How long has he known of us? How long have you known of my fantasy? When did he come in? Why didn’t he come in sooner? So many questions…but always, pleasure first.

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