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(This is a continuation of the Becky character from “My Roommate Takes My Girlfriend,” and “Becky Goes on Vacation,” although they are not necessary to read before this story. — CO)

I intended to break up with Becky after she had cheated on me multiple times, but somehow I never got around to it. I never found the right time, and part of me was too much in love with her to confront her about it. The few times I thought I could summon the courage, she would always just be taking off her shirt, and we would just end up having sex. I think part of me knew I’d never find a girlfriend as hot as her, and wanted to delay our breakup as long as possible.

And for a few months after she last cheated on me, though, she seemed to behave herself. Attractive guys would leer at her or make a pass, and she would rudely shrug them off. I made myself believe that she had really changed.

But then one night we went to an art gallery that a friend of mine worked at to see its latest opening. One of the artists was named Henri, and the gallery was displaying one of his photography exhibits. His use of black-and-white was very striking, or at least Becky thought so. I’m not really into photography. I was more attracted by his models, gorgeous women who were all either naked or close to naked. I remember thinking that that was a great life, being able to see beautiful women naked all day long as your job.

After we finished looking at the exhibit and were milling around the gallery foyer drinking wine, my friend walked up and asked if he could introduce us to one of the artists. We agreed, and he shouted, “Henri, come over here!”

A very dashing European-looking guy walked up to us. He looked very elegant, although his sneering look turned me off right away. Becky, however, was much more into him.

“Oh, you must be the photo artist! They’re so wonderful!” she gushed.

“Thank you,” he said, with a slight accent that I couldn’t place.

“I’ve always liked photography,” Becky said. “It was a huge passion in college.”

My friend said, “No kidding, Becky! I was just telling Henri how you could be a photo model.” Becky blushed and giggled at the compliment. “Oh, do you think I have what it takes?” she flirtatiously asked.

I expected Henri to give a definite yes, since Becky looked gorgeous that night, wearing a slinky blue dress that accentuated her firm, C-cup tits, and with her dark brown hair flowing around her shoulders. But to all of our surprise, Henri dismissively said, “No, I do not.”

Becky looked like she had been slapped. Her face almost turned white, then red with anger. “Oh, is that so,” she murmured.

“Thank you for coming,” Henri said, and walked away.

“Oh, he just means for his type of modeling,” my friend said, trying to soothe Becky. “You look great, Becky, you know that.”

“You do, honey,” I said, but I could see in her eyes that Becky had felt challenged. Only later did I learn what that would mean.

—

About a week later, when I got back home from work, Becky wasn’t at the apartment. I thought that was weird, since Becky was between jobs at the time, but a half-hour later she walked through the door. She looked incredibly glamorous, with excellent makeup and a sexy low-cut dress. I was about to say something when she beat me to it. “Honey, guess where I was!” she said, and handed me an envelope.

I opened the envelope and a pile of photos fell out. I picked them up and started looking. They were all black-and-white photos of Becky, in what looked like a professional studio. She was dressed in various outfits, some elegant dresses, others a professional blouse and suit skirt. She had different expressions in them, some happy, some pensive, but the camera was clearly lingering on her body, and she was posed in ways that accentuated the curve of her breasts or the sleekness of her legs.

None of the outfits were particularly provocative, until I reached the last few. Becky was just wearing a bikini in it. Although it was conservative, as far as bikinis go, she was doing incredibly sexy poses in it. In one of them she was bending over, exposing a shocking amount of cleavage, with her hair flowing over her face as she gave a pouty look. In another, she was arching her back, pushing out her chest, almost thrusting her breasts at the camera.

Right away I recognized the style of the photos. “Did that Henri guy take these?” I said.

“Yep!” she said. “Remember last week when he said I didn’t have it in me to be a model? I called him up and offered him a hundred bucks to take just a couple of photos to prove him wrong. He ended up shooting me for three hours!”

“Wow, that’s great,” I said. “So he ended up liking you, huh?”

“Yep!” she said, beaming. I didn’t realize until then how important it was for Becky that guys think she was hot. And right after thinking that, a thought suddenly popped into my mind. “Becky, how did you change into all these outfits?” I asked.

She hesitated before answering. “Oh, he had one of those sex hikayeleri folding screens that I changed behind.” She paused for another second. “And I caught him trying to sneak a peek behind it a couple times! Imagine that, baby, some guy who sees professional models naked all the time was trying to sneak a peek at your girlfriend! How lucky are you!”

She smiled angelically at me, I think to gauge my reaction. I smiled back, not wanting to upset her. “I’m very lucky!” I said.

Her smile then turned devilish. “I think so, too. In fact, when I noticed he was looking, I gave him a little peek at what you get to sleep with every night!”

That made me concerned. “What do you mean?”

She started walking toward me, and took on a sexy voice. “Well, when I was changing out of a dress, I looked through a gap in the screen and saw that he was trying to look through it to see me changing. My next outfit was just going to be a bikini, so he knew that I had to get naked before I put it on.”

Becky was now standing over me, and she slowly sunk down to her knees and started groping my cock through my pants.

“So I thought, why not give him a sneak look at what I show off to my wonderful boyfriend all the time?”

She deftly unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. As ashamed as I was to admit it, I was already hard, since the way she was describing this had made me incredibly turned on. I groaned a little as she started pumping my cock.

“So I took off all my clothes, and picked up the bikini, and just as I was about to put it on, I turned so my side was facing him, and I stepped backward just a little…bit…too far,” she almost whispered.

“So I stepped all the way outside the screen, and he saw me totally naked from the side!” she continued. “I made sure he didn’t get to see much, just maybe the side of my boob. But you should have seen the look on his face! His mouth was just hanging open! He almost saw everything!”

I groaned and starting spurting cum all over her hand. Becky giggled as she kept pumping me through my orgasm.

“Ooh, looks like someone enjoys me showing off,” she grinned, wiping her hand on my shirt. “I’m going to go take a shower. Maybe you can join me?”

She turned and headed toward the bathroom, slowly stripping out of her dress. I rushed over to join her, getting hard all over again.

Looking back, I should have recognized that the pattern, but I honestly just thought she was teasing the photographer. I had never stopped her from showing off to guys before, so how could I suddenly stop her now?

—

A couple of weeks later I came back from work to find Becky home, flush with excitement. “Guess what?” she said before I even put down my keys. “Henri called me and offered to take more photos of me, for free!”

She shoved another envelope in my hands and pulled me on the couch next to her. “Check them out!” she said.

I opened up the envelope and flipped through the batch of photos. This time, there was a common theme running through them, which I would describe as “sad breakup.” Most of Becky’s poses were of her looking sadly out of windows. She was dressed fairly plain, just a few different sets of tanktops or blouses and jeans. Henri knew what he was doing, though. Even with all the clothes on, she looked stunning.

“Do you like them? Henri says I’m the best model he’s ever had,” she said. “He wants to use me as the model for his next exhibit! He’ll pay me a thousand dollars!”

I nearly choked. “That’s great!” I said. “Congratulations, baby!” That was actually great news. Becky hadn’t been putting in her share of the rent lately, so it was to have the financial issue removed for a while. And even better, I thought with some relief, the photos weren’t racy. For a second I feared that Henri was just going to find an excuse to take nude pictures of Becky like he did of the other models in his exhibit.

I shouldn’t have rested so easily. A second later, Becky handed me another envelope, this one black. “Also, I took a special photo just for you!”

Feeling uneasy, I opened the envelope. Out slid a single photo. At first glance it almost took my breath away. Becky was laying down on a couch, her head resting on the armrest, one of her legs raised, looking at the camera with a lascivious smile. She was wearing only a pair of panties. The only thing protecting her modesty was her arms, which were crossed over her bulging tits.Her nipples were almost peeking out from her forearm. She had a dreamy look on her face, which gave the whole photo a sexy unreal feeling.

“Wow. . .” I finally said. “This is really hot, babe.”

“Aw, thank you, baby! You’re so sweet! No showing that to your friends, you hear?” she said, with a mock warning face.

She stood up to leave, but again, the thought struck me, this time much worse.

“Becky,” I said, reluctantly. “how did you take this picture without Henri seeing your breasts?”

She turned around, smiling uneasily. “Well…he kinda did, sweetie.”

She porno hikayeleri started walking toward me, adopting her seductive voice again. “You’re not mad, are you? I wanted to do something for you, so when we were done with the shoot I asked Henri if I could take a sexy photo for you. He suggested this pose, and I thought, why not? I wanted to show off for you and make you happy that you have such a sexy girlfriend!”

She roughly grabbed at my zipper again and in an instant had my cock out. Before I could utter a protest, she engulfed it in her mouth and sucked me until I was hard, which didn’t take too long.

As I shuddered with pleasure, she pulled her mouth off my dick. She started stroking it while she continued. “I was going to cover up before I did the pose, but then I thought that maybe you’d like knowing that he saw my big tits. You love it when I show off my big, firm tits to other guys, don’t you, baby?”

Without letting me answer, she wrapped her mouth around my dick again and started blowing me for another few seconds. I was powerless to object. The delicious warmth of her lips kept me silent, except for the loud groans.

She pulled her mouth off me again. “So I told him, sure, that sounds like a good idea, and I pulled off my shirt. I could feel him staring at me like a dagger, but I just calmly undid my jeans and pulled them off. Then I looked him right in the eyes, and I unsnapped my bra and shrugged it off. And I let him just stare right at my bare boobs. He couldn’t stop staring at them! It was like he was memorizing every detail of my naked tits!”

She started pumping me harder. “Does that turn you on, baby? To know that that jerk saw every inch of your girlfriend’s big, naked boobs?” She clasped her lips over my cock and gave it a final few thrusts, which was all I needed. I almost screamed as I pumped load after load down her throat.

She let me catch my breath for a minute, then got up. “I’m glad you get so turned on when I show off for you!” she said. I tried to murmur that my feelings were more complicated than that, but before I could get it across she was gone.

—

Becky ended up doing the photo shoot the next week. When I asked her how it went that night, she was much less talkative than before. “It went fine. I did some poses, he paid me. That was that.”

I tried to press her, but her answers were all dismissive. I thought, maybe hoped, that her sexy photo for me was the furthest she had gone in exposing her body to Henri. So I put it out of my mind.

A month after that, we received the invitation to be “honored guests” at the opening night of the photo exhibition featuring Becky. When I told her about it, she again murmured that it was no big deal and we didn’t even have to go if I didn’t feel like it. I thought she was being modest, so I insisted, and we RSVP’d.

The night of the exhibit, as we were getting ready to go, I noticed that Becky was being much quieter than usual. She had dressed in a simple black dress, with very little makeup, almost like she was trying to avoid attention.

We drove to the exhibit with minimal talk, even though I tried to bring up how excited I was to see all her photos. It wasn’t until we were walking up to the gallery that she blurted out what was on her mind.

“Baby, there may be a nude photo or two.” she said.

“What?” I said. “Of you?”

“Listen, it’s not a big deal, okay?” she said. “It’s art. Let’s just be adult about it,” and she left it at that.

I was flabbergasted at the news. The topless picture she took for me, I understood, but I thought that she would draw the line at having a nude photo for anyone else’s viewing but mine. Even weirder was how she told me. The other times she had told me in a sexy, teasing way while had jerked me off or blown me. Why was she suddenly being so quiet and reluctant this time?

We entered the gallery. We were a little late, with most of the crowd already into the exhibit. I saw my friend as we passed the foyer. He grinned at Becky and said, “Hey, Becky, great job!” Something about his grin made me furious. I looked at Becky, who just looked guilty.

We entered the first exhibit room and immediately I was surrounded by photos of Becky. As in the photos I saw before, she was posed in a hundred different ways, all of them looking sad and forlorn. Some of the were really beautiful, even I could recognize, but mostly they were unexceptional.

We wandered through the gallery with the crowd, in room after room. Slowly I began to notice a pattern. Becky was wearing less clothing in each set of the photos. There were so many that the clothing loss was almost undetectable, but after a set she lost a necklace, then her belt, then her earrings and bracelets, then her blouse started losing buttons.

I started walking through the rooms faster and faster, angrier and angrier, fearful and yet slightly anticipating what was waiting at the end. In another room, Becky had her blouse totally unbuttoned, dangling open, almost exposing her bra cups. seks hikayeleri Again she had that sad look, which didn’t even make sense to me anymore. Who strips when they’re sad?

I almost trotted to the next room, pulling Becky behind me. “Slow down,” she said, almost apologetically.

Finally I reached what I thought was the final room. It was full of photos of Becky, in just a bra and panties. I scanned around the walls. Most of them she was standing up, a couple of them she was laying down or sitting, but none of them were topless or nude, and most of them she wasn’t overtly sexy.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, it was bad, but it was nothing people didn’t see her in when she was on the beach. “They look really good, honey,” I said.

Then I heard the bustling up ahead. Looking down the hall, I saw there was one more room, with almost the entire crowd inside. With a feeling of utter dread, I stormed down the hallway into it.

There on the wall was a huge photo of Becky, standing and facing the camera. She was completely naked. She had an arm behind her back and another grasping a stand of hair; she was hiding nothing. Her breasts, magnified to wall-size proportions, were enormous, beautiful and pendulously hanging from her thin frame. Her eyes had a pleading look, almost as if she was begging the audience not to stare at her tits, her flat, tight torso, or the light tuft of her bush.

I stood there, dumb-mouthed, while the crowd around me pushed and jostled me for a better look. They murmured appreciatively, a few even wolf-whistled. I turned to look at Becky, who was blushing with embarrassment…or was it excitement? All I felt was mortification. A whole roomful of people now knew exactly what my girlfriend looked like naked. A few of them were probably even taking pictures, so they’d always have the image of my Becky naked, accessible whenever they wanted.

I wanted to tear down the photo, to stop all the staring eyes, when a glass clinked and we were all ushered into the main gallery, where thankfully there was no photos at all. Henri stood at the head of the room, and when the crowd saw him they burst into applause.

He started speaking about his art, but I couldn’t hear anything, I was so angry at him. It was only when he mentioned Becky that I focused on what he was saying.

“Finally, I would like to thank my wonderful model Becky,” Henri said, and gestured to Becky. Everyone turned to my beautiful girlfriend and applauded. Becky blushed even harder. This whole room of people had just seen her completely naked and were now staring at her live and in the flesh.

I turned back to Henri and through the crowd I swear I saw him look directly at me and sneer. I turned back to Becky, but people were swarming around her, congratulating her and offering her more modeling gigs.

I stormed away, unable to deal with any of it. I couldn’t go back into the exhibit room, so I went into one of the side offices and sat and fumed. It was then that I caught out of the corner of my eye a camera case. It was open, showing the camera and a bunch of photo storage disks.

Quietly, I walked over to the case. It was clearly Henri’s case, it even had his name on it. I started poking through the storage disks and quickly found one labeled “Becky.”

I walked back to the door and locked it, then slipped the disk into the camera and turned it on. It took a bit of fiddling to figure out how to work the camera, but finally I figured out the playback option and opened the disk. I flipped through the photos. They were all the ones in the exhibit. That bastard didn’t leave a single picture out of his exhibit.

But the worst part of the night was when I noticed a video file at the end of the photos. Not expecting anything, I clicked on it.

Immediately Becky popped up on the screen. She was standing in front of the camera, wearing a flowing summer dress that I didn’t recognize from the photo shoot.

“Wonderful, wonderful,” I heard Henri say from behind the camera, as Becky adopted a different pose. “These are coming out great.” I realized that Henri must have switched the camera into movie mode instead of photo mode. Becky didn’t realize she was being filmed.

“Becky, you’re stunning, just stunning,” he said. I rolled my eyes. He was laying it on thick.

Becky was looking right at the camera, obviously looking at Henri but giving the impression she was looking directly at me. She smiled. “Well, I’m glad I changed your mind. I didn”t think you were interested in a plain girl like me.”

“Okay,” Henri said. “We have gone through all the outfits. I think that should be it, unless you have any other ideas.”

He let the idea hang in the air. Becky paused, and even through the camera I could see the gears whirring in her mind. She gave a sly smile, then suddenly reached up and pulled out a small string on the neck of the dress. The whole thing collapsed to the floor, leaving her standing in only a dark green bra and panties.

“Oops!” she said with mock embarrassment, and pretended to cover up, wrapping an arm around her chest and between her legs. It was so sexy even through the camera that I was started to get hard, even though it was to the sight of my girlfriend exposing herself to someone else.

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“Ready for a great day honey?” Roxanne’s sweet voice asked as her son opened his eyes.

Lucas groaned and rolled over, pulling the cover over his head.

“Come on Lucas,” she practically begged, “you know I worked hard to get you this internship. The least you do to show your appreciation is at least to come to work.”

Lucas nodded and swung myself out of bed. She giggled softly.

“I don’t see how you always have the most stubborn morning woods.” Roxanne said, “is there any troubles with girls son?”

“No!” Lucas immediately countered, making his mother jump back. He didn’t mean to snap at her but it was such a heavy subject he wasn’t ready to discuss.

“Oh,” his mother said, “well, I’ll go ahead and cook breakfast. And make sure you take a shower. You smell… ripe.”

Lucas waited until she was gone and got up. His cum soaked T-shirt under his bed gave the full impact of his frustration.

His mother was right. A few days before, his girlfriend had dumped him. His mother was the only woman in his life… and his primary jerk off source.

– –

Roxanne Mitchell had always been one of the few good things to happen to him. Any other mother probably would’ve given up on him. His father already had. Shortly after Roxanne had announced her pregnancy, he left home to ‘find himself’, leaving Roxanne and Lucas to depend on one another.

She had thankfully already achieved her Masters in Law, enabling her to get a job once Lucas was born. Despite her career, she had always made time for her son, taking yearly vacations and attending every school function, no matter how minute it seemed to her son. It was just the type of mother she was.

– –

It was amazing to Lucas following Mom into her office. As she walked past the desks of the paralegals and hustling secretaries, she attracted eyes from everyone she walked past.

All the male interns practically fought one another to get her a cup of coffee, their obvious bulges showing their desperation. Lucas was an intern too and he probably would’ve killed someone to get up close and personal with her humongous tits or “accidentally” grope her juicy ass.

His mother was indeed a sight. Her breasts weren’t just large, they probably even broke the barrier of gigantic. Firm and held up well without a bra. Her ass was firm as well in her professional business skirt down to her black stiletto heels.

Roxanne’s striking sky blue eyes made every man in the room practically melt with a glance along with a flip of her long red hair. Every man’s eye followed her free breasts, solely in her tight white buttoned shirt and with no bra.

Lucas assumed someone would speak ill of Mom’s blatant flaunting of her ample assets but as she always said, “If you got it, flaunt it until you lose it.”

Once they arrived at the room in the back, Lucas was amazed at the size. The room was bright and colorful, a series of leather chairs and couches basking in the light of the wide all around windows with her adjoining office facing his desk.

He sat at the desk she had been so gracious to get for him when he applied for the high school internship the firm offered. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek and said, “Just tell me if you anything sweetie.”

He nodded. “Okay mom.” She smiled at him and walked into her office. As the office had just opened for the day’s work, he fired up his laptop and began playing a game.

The door opened and in walked Suzanne Collins, Mom’s personal secretary. “Hello Lucas,” she greeted him, each step she took sent shockwaves through her 30D boobs, hardening his cock to the point of no return.

“I didn’t know you were working today.” she said, “If I had I wouldn’t have worn something so… revealing…”

He knew this was a lie. Suzanne always dressed ultra-sexy and was the biggest flirt in the office. Lucas had even overheard conversations that she had fucked the whole executive board. Twice.

This day in particular, she had a low cut sexy black top which seemed ready to release her huge boobs behind it any second. She also wore her black and white skirt stopping just short of her knees, leaving to view plenty of her hot smooth legs and black heels.

“After all,” she said, giving a flip to her long brown hair and coming to lean on his desk, “I’m not sure Mr. Sloan would approve of me turning on the help and making those ‘persistent morning woods’ linger.”

She removed one heel and began to rub it on the obvious bulge in his slacks. He realized his mother had been telling her of his problem.

“Would he Lucas?” Suzanne asked, staring at him with her beautiful brown eyes while he cast a nervous glance at his mother’s door.

She checked her watch and said, “Don’t worry, she never leaves her office until lunch. We’ve got all the time we want.”

She got on her knees and gently unfastened his pants. “Oh hello…” she said with a large smile as she exposed his fully hard dick. “That can’t be too comfortable. sex hikayeleri How about I make you feel all better…”

She pulled down her top and removed her green bra, letting her orbs spill out as he put his hands on them. “You like those baby?” she asked to which he nodded, “Good. Because I see something I like too.”

She rose up and little and placed him into her mouth as she slowly stroked him from the base. Her mouth was so hot and wet, he couldn’t help but moan out, “Oh fuck…”

“Now now,” Suzanne said as she released him, mocking the co-owner Ms. Charlotte Bennett, “there will be none of that. This is a respectable place of business.”

Lucas laughed a little and nodded before she took him back down. He was amazed at how quickly she reached his base, considering she had never blown him off, his cock at least 8 inches.

She slurped loudly as he moaned, gently moving her head faster as she sucked and licked each of his cock buried in her throat. He pinched her tits, making her moan around his cock as she picked up speed, her sounds getting louder.

“I’m cumming!!” he shouted, though trying to be a quiet as he could. She kept sucking, his cum blasting into her stomach, hot and thick. He grunted with each shot before his balls were drained. She pulled off and gave a satisfied lick to her lips.

“Delicious…” she said, “make sure you save some for my lunch.”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his head swimming as he pulled up his pants.

– –

After taking some phone calls and scheduling some court dates, Lucas got a call from the front desk to come pick up a package. Heading downstairs, he was greeted by a number of lawyers and clients who all knew him well by talking to Mom.

As he got to the downstairs lobby, a sweet voice called out to him.

“Good morning Lucas,” Patricia Johnson, the receptionist greeted him, “how are you today?”

“Just fine Patty,” he replied. She wore her hair in her usual ponytail along with her brown glasses. Her 36E bust jutted predominantly in her partially buttoned blue top and red sweater.

The 21-year-old college student never failed to turn him on. When he was 15, she had been his babysitter. She was hot then and nothing had changed.

She stood and leaned over her desk toward him. “What can I do for you today handsome?”

“I’m hear to pick up up a package for Mom,” Lucas replied and she handed him a box before having him sign off for it.

After he thanked her and turned to leave she asked, “Wait Lucas, don’t you have a package for me?”

He thought, “No, not that I recall…”

“Oh come on Lucas,” she begged, “my pussy has been wet for you since I heard you had came today. And my break starts… now.” She turned the sign to “Back In 30 Minutes.”

In the empty break room, she got out usual spot by the window after locking the door. She licked her lips as he exposed his cock to her while she further unbuttoned her shirt.

“That sure looks tasty…” she whispered as she took him into her mouth, bobbing up and down on Lucas’ cock.

“Oh yeah…” he moaned to yet another of her spectacular blowjob while pushing her head further. She continued to suck dutifully while continuing to strip.

So far, he thought, working in law isn’t too bad.

In seconds, she was in nothing but her blue floral bra and thong along with her brown heels. Her smooth white skin was so hot as she looked up him with her clear blue eyes and cute button nose.

She gave a gentle yet firm squeeze to his balls while sucking him professionally, making gulping sounds as she took him further in her mouth. Patty slipped his cock from her mouth and gave a sweet kiss to the head.

“Will you fuck me now Lucas?” Patty asked.

Though he was a virgin, he wasn’t about to turn down fucking his first crush. As he was taller than her, Lucas swiftly picked her up, making her giggle and set her on the table. She quickly snatched off her thong and removed her bra, kissing him tenderly as he moved his head into position.

“Don’t hold back baby,” she pleaded as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck, “fuck me with everything you have.”

Lucas slowly slid inside, struggling not to blow with the absolute tightness. She moaned and arched her back while her squeezed her left tit, the soft melons so warm in his hands.

Lucas spread her legs and began fucking with all his power.

“Fuck yes!!” Patty screamed as she hugged him tighter, “fuck me Lucas!!”

His balls made rapid slapping sounds against her cunt, combined with their grunts and moans.

Lucas fucked her as fast as her possibly could, kissing her tenderly while she threw her hips into his. He was doing it. He was really losing his virginity.

“You feel so good Patty!” Lucas groaned as he hammered into her.

“You do too baby!” Patty cried, “Keep fucking me! Oh god, just like that!!”

He picked up the pace, fucking her speedily, her wetness coating his pole. Their bodies seemed to pick up energy as they moved apart, letting porno hikayeleri it go in one violent explosion as they collided.

“Oh shit Lucas!” Patty screamed, “you’re really fucking me good!!” he grunted as she bit into his shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make him feel like he was ready to unleash his seed into her.

He took his mind off of it it by staring at her gorgeous boobs, bouncing madly in pace with his thrusts. She was begging for him and screaming his name as she began to cum.

“Oh fuck, Lucas,” she moaned, “I’m going to cum!”

“Me too!” Lucas cried.

They came together as he went faster and faster, the sounds of their bodies’ united orgasm filling the room. She rose up to kiss him tenderly.

“That was incredible…” she said as she rubbed his chest, “It’s the best sex whenever you take someone’s v-card.”

“H-how did you…” Lucas began to ask.

“I can always tell,” Patty replied and she laughed as she proceeded to suck him off again, cleaning his cock of their juices.

– –

Lucas then headed through the ‘Bee Hive’, where all the secretaries and other interns took their lunch. After receiving Roxanne’s files for the rest of the day, he had to go clear them with Mr. Reeves, Mrs. Bennett’s chief-of-staff.

This is of course made him run into Reeves’ two gossiping ‘bigshot defense lawyers’.

“So Lucas,” Amanda Jennings said as she drank her coffee, “I heard Patty telling Suzanne you really cleaned house today.”

He simply stood there, waiting for Mr. Reeves to finish his phone call inside his office. Roxanne came home complaining about them day after day. They resented her being made partner and tried to turn everyone against her.

“Oh he doesn’t want to answer,” Lucille Andrews replied to her, “he knows he couldn’t handle a real woman anyway.”

The two laughed like birds. “Tell me Lucas,” Lucille said as she set her cup down, “could you handle these?”

She pulled open her blouse, revealing two wonderful 32G tits.

“Oh look,” Amanda taunted, “little Lover Boy has a little hardon.”

She removed her sweater and exposed her 31K boobs. “What do you think now?”

“Yeah,” Lucas taunted them back, “I’m just going to wait on Mom.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Lucille said, putting her hand firmly on his chest, “just because his mother has won the most cases due to those predominantly male juries and that rack on her, her son thinks he can walk over the rest of us. I say we see how much of a man he is.”

“Ladies,” he said cockily, already knowing where this was going, “I really don’t think you want to do that…”

Amanda scoffed and undid his belt. “He acts like he…”

As his pants hit the floor, their eyes remained glued on his gently bobbing prick.

“Any further questions?” Lucas asked.

“T-that thing is gigantic…” Lucille stammered.

“Much bigger than John’s…” Amanda replied, not taking her eyes of it.

“That’s right,” Lucas said, “not to mention I see your husband quite often as he’s over our debate team. So why don’t you get on your knees like a good and dirty little cock slut and clean it with your dirty tongue?”

“Well I never…” Amanda protested.

“Ooooh, Coach Jennings will love hearing this on Monday…” Lucas said, beginning to pull up his pants.

“Alright, alright,” Amanda surrendered, “I’ll do it.” She got on her knees and began to suck slowly but he grabbed her head roughly and rammed it down her throat.

Lucas loved hearing her moans and gags as he furiously fucked her face.

Lucille backed away but he grabbed her arm. “How do you think the PTA would feel if their president was found to have forced down a student’s pants?!”

Soon, he was zipping his pants, whistling as Amanda and Lucille remained on the floor the snack room, well satisfied and his sluts, having taken load after load down their tight pompous throats.

“And remember sluts,” Lucas warned, “if I get any further reports of you bothering my mother, I will report you both.”

“Yes Master…” they obediently replied.

– –

Arriving back to his desk later, Lucas stretched his sore muscles.

“Lucas?” Mom called from her office.

“Yeah Mom?”

“Come here please.”

He walked in and closed the door behind him. Roxanne’s desk sat just under her upper torso so her rack was sitting there, getting him hard all over again.

“So how was your day honey?” Roxanne asked him.

“It was awesome,” He replied.

“So I saw,” she said, turning her monitor to show him getting his blowjob from Suzanne to fucking Patricia in the break room to submitting Amanda and Lucille.

“I take it Lucille and Amanda won’t question my authority here anymore?” Mom asked with a smile.

“Not as long as I’m around Mom.” Lucas answered.

“Well,” Roxanne said as she stood, showing she was naked from the waist down, “let’s make sure you stay around then…”

She had him remove her blouse and he gasped as he finally saw seks hikayeleri her full 32K boobs. They were firm and perfectly round with a bright pink areola surrounding each hard red nipple.

“Wow…” was the only thing he could think to say.

“Thank you honey,” Roxanne said with a giggle, “would you like to touch them? Or suck them…?”

Lucas immediately began sucking on them, pressing his mouth to them and gently nibbling and licking them. Roxanne moaned softly as she began to fondle his hair in her soft hands.

“Mommy needs her baby and his special cock around forever,” she said softly as she had him sit on the couch at the back of the room, “and she needs all his thick tasty sperm inside her.”

“Always Mom,” he replied.

“Good,” Mom said, “because I always want to be close to my most important client.”

Lucas let out a moan as she lowered her mouth over his cock, taking him completely down in seconds. She rapidly bobbed her head up and down, covering it with saliva.

Once it was well lubricated, she pulled back.

“Want to see what Mommy ordered solely for her special baby?” she asked as sucked tenderly on his balls.

“Yes please…” he begged, anxious to fuck her.

She gave a slow lick to his cock and walked to her desk and opened a drawer.

“Mommy needs you to close your eyes,” she said, “no peeking.”

Despite his body’s demands for him to open his eyes just slightly, Lucas kept his word, listening to the sounds as Roxanne shuffled by her desk.

“Okay baby,” Mom said softly, “go ahead and open them.”

As he did, his cock nearly exploded. Roxanne wore some black floral panties along with a matching bra, way too small for her massive breasts. Combined with her black heels, she was indescribably hot.

“Does Daddy like that?” she asked seductively.

“I love it Mom.” he answered as she moved closer.

“Let’s see how much love we can drain from this massive cock then…” she said just she began to furiously suck her son off.

“Fuck!!” Lucas shouted as her slurps and sucks filled the room. His hand was on her head but she was moving with lightning speed independently.

He gritted his teeth, fighting not to cum to soon. Her beautiful eyes made contact everytime she sucked up to his head, her soft pink lips covering every inch Lucas had mustered for her.

Finally, she dropped him out, the smell of her wetness making her son even harder.

“Did my baby like Mommy sucking on his big beautiful cock?” Roxanne asked, slowly stroking him with her saliva and his precum.

“Oh yeah…” he groaned as she stood.

Lucas groped her soft ass as she lowered herself with a moan on his cock. She felt so tight but he it felt fantastic.

As she began to slowly bounce up and down, he started to squeeze and suck her tits. It turned her on and she began to ride Lucas even faster, her boobs bouncing wildly.

Her soft hands traced his chest as she straddled him, her creamy juices dropped down to his balls. Her sweet tits turned Lucas on even more as he snaked a finger up her ass and spanked her.

“Fuck yes!” Roxanne grunted as she picked up speed, her heels digging into the couch. They kissed passionately as her pussy tightened around his cock, her orgasm tearing her apart.

“Yes Lucas,” she pleaded, “fuck me good and deep!” Their eyes were firmly fixed on one another. He could see his mother wanted to please him as much as he wanted to please her. His balls were rapidly hammering against her cunt and she was moaning loudly.

“Oh god baby,” she moaned, “I’m gonna… gonna…”

As she screamed, her legs went limp but he held her onto him, pounding her pussy with untold speed. Mom moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of her own son’s dick inside her. He was fucking her with everything he had, pounding her incessantly.

“Yes baby,” Roxanne encouraged him lovingly, “show Mommy how much you love her.”

She cried out as Lucas again picked up speed, digging her nails into his shoulders. He put his face in her warm cleavage, savoring the perfumed aroma and reveling in the softness.

He fucked his mother without mercy, her huge tits bouncing hard as she enjoyed his lovemaking. She grabbed them, tracing her big areolas and tweaking her firm tits for him.

“You like fucking Mommy’s tight wet cunt?” she asked seductively, “Does it feel good with your prick deep inside the pussy you came from?”

“S-so good Mom,” Lucas answered, holding fast onto her hips.

“My handsome hung baby,” Roxanne cooed, “always good and hard for me, like a good boy always should be. So strong and independent…”

Her words had his balls boiling and she sensed this.

“I love how he always has such a nice… steaming… hot… load ready to fill my employees up,” she whispered in her son’s ear, “yet he brings some big loaded balls for his Mommy.”

In answer to her taunts, he began driving his cock into her at full speed, making Roxanne cry out in lust driven gibberish. Her ass was red from bouncing on his thighs but he kept up his attack, mauling her tits, sucking on them deeply and biting them.

Roxanne screamed as she hammered her hips into his, begging for him him to fuck her harder. Lucas groaned as his seed began to flow up his shaft.

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Fear had driven Rick away. Fear of the unknown of how his family would react. All his life his parents and siblings had been his rock, the solid foundation that made his life work. The thought of losing them left him feeling lost and alone.

That night, after making love with Dale that last time, he’d awoken shivering. Anxiety creeping over him, fear knifing into his gut. He rose quietly and seated himself in one of the oak chairs that Dale had kept in the bedroom. He watched Dale sleep, so innocently, so peacefully. He contemplated his future with Dale, wondering if he could really sacrifice his family for him. What if things didn’t work out? He’d find himself totally alone, no lover, no family, no friends. What if he ended up resenting Dale for his loss? Tears crept down his cheeks at the thought of this joyous love he felt, turn into something ugly and hurtful. Panic rose, twisting his guts, forcing him up and out. He ran.

Five days later, Rick was still punishing himself. He did every shit job he could find, just to keep himself occupied. At night he’d drive into Smiley’s, and drink with the regulars under the table. Everyday he woke with a hangover, puking his guts out. Pale and shaking, he’d return to work, sweating the remaining alcohol out of his system. And then again, he would return to Smiley’s for another round of poison each night.

He also ate little. Guilt and anger kept his stomach twisted when the alcohol wasn’t of sufficient quantity to make him forget.

He wore a brace on his left hand. Cursing himself for his cowardice, agonizing over Dale and what he must be going though. He was blinded by rage at himself and the situation. He punched a support beam in the barn, acquiring a hairline fracture. The six by six beam suffered no damage.

That night at Smiley’s, he sat alone in a booth, contemplating that magical night with Dale. His friends and those clinging women, knew better now than to disturb him. Rick had become surly and uncommunicative. He made it clear he wanted no company.

He sat and studied the pictures he’d pulled from his wallet. His parents, his siblings and their spouses, assorted nieces and nephews.

A picture of Dale filled his mind. Dale joking with him, teasing him. Dale fixing him coffee… that indulgent smile curving his sweet lips. Dale working with him, side by side, laboring through his exhaustion. Dale under him, their bodies joined, his words of love filling Rick’s ears and his heart.

Tears filled his eyes and rolled dolefully down his cheeks. Suddenly, he slid out of the booth, dashing the tears away. He staggered out of the bar leaving early, his alcohol buzzed brain seized with the notion to see Dale.

He had to see Dale. Had to be with Dale.

Rick drove slowly with exaggerated care. He had to get to Dale. He arrived to find the house pitch dark, not surprising as it was after one in the morning. He exited his truck and climbed the front porch steps. Hesitating only a moment, he began knocking at the door. He saw a light come on behind the concealing curtains. The fabric parted slightly, Dale’s face appeared. His expression was at first annoyed, then startled. Rick caught a fleeting glimpse of infinite pain that was suddenly blanked.

The front door opened. Dale kept the screen door locked, it stood between them.

“What are you doing here, Rick?” he question coldly.

“I had to see you, to tell you how sorry I am that I left.” he paused then blurted the words he couldn’t keep inside, “I had to tell you how much I love you.”

Dale blanched, drawing back as though struck, his voice quivered, “You’re drunk, go home.” He closed the door.

Rick heard the dead-bolt click. He turned away, shocked as his heart shattered. Sliding to his knees on the porch floor, wracking sobs shook his body. He thought he’d felt pain before. He realized it was nothing compared to this. Dale hated him. His life was over.

He didn’t hear the door open, didn’t see the figure that stood over him, until warm arms encircled him. Dale’s scent filled his nostrils, he fumbled his arms around that precious body, holding on for dear life.

Dale’s murmured words penetrated his consciousness, “It’s not fair. Where were you when I cried? Where were you? Where were you?”

Rick finally realized that Dale was crying too. “I’m sorry baby, so sorry, I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. I know I hurt you. I didn’t want to. I didn’t know what to do. I just didn’t know what to do.”

Dale pulled away, “You were scared? You didn’t know what to do? You should have talked to me. That’s what you should have done. You think I wasn’t scared too, after all the shit I’ve been through?”

Dale described in short pithy sentences, his failed relationship with Tony.

Rick stared at Dale, the realization of just how deeply he’d hurt him, seeping in. He rose on unsteady legs and turned away.

“Where are you going?” Dale demanded.

Head hanging, Rick explained, his voice a defeated mumble, “I know you can never forgive sex hikayeleri me
Dale. I want you to know, you were the best thing that ever happened to me. You deserve someone a hell lot better than me.”

He placed a foot forward, preparing to walk away one final time.

“I swear to God, Rick Hunter, if you walk away, I’m going to kick your fucking ass.” Dale growled out each word, his voice a fierce growl.

Rick turned, surprise giving him an almost comical expression. Hope filled his eyes.

“Do you love me?” Dale asked quietly.

Rick nodded.

“Do you promise from now on to share every problem with me? To talk to me? To give us a chance to find a solution together?”

Rick nodded again.

“Get your ass in the house.” Dale ordered.

A ghost of Rick’s patented grin made a fleeting appearance on his face as he was chastened. He entered the house.

Dale led him into the kitchen, indicating he should sit. Rick’s eyes followed him non-stop as Dale fixed a pot of coffee. He placed a steaming cup in front of Rick and sat next to him. He studied Rick with a critical air as he sipped his coffee.

Reaching out, he brushed Rick’s hair back from his face, “Looking a little rough there, farm boy.”

Rick closed his eyes momentarily, nodding his agreement. He shivered at Dale’s familiar yet fleeting touch. He opened his eyes, running a critical assessment of Dale

“You look a little haggard yourself.” he observed quietly.

“It’s been rough.” Dale admitted.

Rick broke eye contact, his gaze fastening on the table.

Dale sighed, “I didn’t say that to make you feel bad, Rick. I just figure we should be truthful with each other. I’m guessing you’ve made yourself feel almost as bad as I could.” He grazed his finger-tips over the brace on Rick’s hand. “What happened here?”

“Hairline fracture,” Rick admitted.

“How’d you manage that?” Dale asked.

Rick grimaced, a blush heating his cheeks.

Dale’s eyebrow raised.

“I was…uh…upset, I hit a support beam in the barn.” Rick confessed shamefacedly.

Dale tried to suppress a smile but was unsuccessful, “So you tried to beat up a barn. Gutsy. Real gutsy, Hunter.”

Eye contact resulted in unsuppressed chuckles. The laughter eased the tension.

Dale stood, “Come on, you look like you could use a shower and some sleep”

He led the way upstairs. As Rick stripped, Dale laid out fresh towels for him. While Rick showered, Dale splashed water on his face. He used the toilet and resisted the urge to flush it, just to hear Rick yell as the water got unexpectedly warm. He returned to the bedroom and stripped off his jeans, briefly considering whether he wanted to don briefs or sleep naked as usual. He opted for usual.

Rick made his appearance, hair damp, a towel wrapped around his waist.

He hesitantly approached the bed, “If you want, I can sleep on the couch, or in one of the other bedrooms. I don’t want to push you Dale. I want you to be comfortable, but…. I’d really like to hold you babe. Just hold you, nothing else.”

A soft smile graced Dale’s lips. He pulled back the covers, silently inviting Rick in. Rick smiled in return, dropped the towel and climbed in. The two of them snuggled together, Dale kissed Rick’s shoulder and sighed. Bodies relaxed. The effects of emotional and physical ravages took hold. The reunited lovers fell instantly asleep, locked securely in each other’s arms.

***

Dale woke slowly, stretching. His eyes blinked open. It was fully daylight, the sun well up. A thrill of panic clenched his stomach. He rolled forcefully, his elbow connecting with the hard abs of the man who lay next to him. Rick grunted, bending to protect his besieged mid-section.

“Damn, babe, are you going wake me up like this every morning? I was hoping for something a little sexier, if you know what I mean.” He gave his eyebrows a lascivious wiggle.

“Sorry,” Dale murmured, his breathing a bit rapid, “I wasn’t sure… I didn’t know…” He stopped, unsure of what to say without sounding accusing.

Rick rose up on his elbow, pushing Dale to his back, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you again.” He nuzzled Dale playfully, “Except for one thing. I really gotta piss. Bad.”

He clambered over Dale’s reclined form, his morning hard on poking Dale as he went. Dale reached out, delivering a resounding smack to Rick’s retreating ass. Rick yelped and halted, turning a frowning gaze on Dale’s innocent face.

“You will pay for that, my innocent, little angel, mark my words.” He continued on to the bathroom. “By the way, if you need to pee, you better get in here. That’s the only reason you get to leave that bed today.”

Dale grinned, eager to comply. He anticipated Rick’s lovemaking. He was disappointed that Rick kept him in bed all right, he made him rest and eat.

Last night, when Rick joined Dale in bed, he became vividly aware of the physical manifestations of Dale’s ordeal. The weight-loss was noticeable. Dale had porno hikayeleri dark circles under his eyes that had not been there before. Remorse weighed heavily on Rick as he held Dale close through the night. He was determined to erase all reminders of his mistake, both physical and emotional.

He began by bringing breakfast in bed. He brought enough for two and they spent a pleasant, and to Dale’s way of thinking, frustrating hour, feeding, teasing and arousing each other with no more release than that provided by a few long, hot kisses. Dale assured Rick that he was fine, to no avail, Rick just shoved another tidbit in his mouth, admonishing him to eat.

Between meals, they slept, or read, or watched movies. Rick stayed at Dale’s side the entire day, except when he goes down to prepare meals. Rick would be the last to admit it, but his own body needed replenishment as well. His meals had been sparse, his body inundated with too much alcohol. Rick felt somewhat jittery and tired that day, he gratefully took his naps alongside Dale.

He slept especially sound during the late afternoon hours before supper. He woke to an empty bed, Dale having disappeared. He checked the bathroom, then downstairs, finding Dale in the kitchen preparing supper. He frowned fiercely.

“Damn it, Dale, your supposed to be in bed!”

Dale jumped, flipping a handful of salad greens out of the colander and into the sink, “Shit! Did you have to scare me like that?”

Rick moved to the sink, relieving Dale of the colander. “Go back to bed,” he ordered.

“Rick.”

“Bed.”

“Damn it, Rick, I’m not the only one who needs to be in bed. You think I can’t see that you suffered too?” Dale admonished him. “You lost weight, angel, and you’re tired. You didn’t stir when I got out of bed.”

Rick’s anger was defused, “You’re too observant, you know. Am I ever going to be able to put anything over on you?”

“No,” Dale chuckled, “but you’re welcome to keep trying.”

“All right,” Rick conceded, “I propose a compromise. We fix supper together, then we both go to bed.”

“On one condition,” Dale agreed, “sometime, before this night is over, you have to touch me with improper intent.”

Rick looked at Dale, feigning shock, ” Why, Mr. Vaden, I’m surprised at you! Are you inviting me to take carnal liberties with your personality?”

“You damn well better believe I am.” Dale complained, “I’m horny.”

Rick snickered at Dale’s plaintive admission, “Come here, you.” He hooked an arm around Dale’s neck, pulling him close. “I promise to perform, sordid, lewd and lascivious acts on your body, later. You’ll be my soiled dove, my fallen angel, my deflowered virgin.”

Dale’s brows rose at the last moniker, “Um, I think it’s a little late for that last one.”

“You’re right,” Rick agreed with a shrug, “ah well. Hey, maybe I should introduce you to my favorite role playing fantasy. It’s called ‘Milking the Cow.’”

Dale frowned, his face was a study in confusion and disbelief. He looked at Rick from under lowered lashes, unsure if he was serious or not.

Rick lost his struggle to keep a straight face, he burst out laughing, “Lord, you should see your face!”

Dale grinned sheepishly, “I didn’t know if I should be jealous because you’ve been doing the cows, or drop to all fours and practice my moo.”

Rick howled with laughter as tears streaked down his face. Dale grabbed him as he staggered into his arms.

“You’re a nut.” he accused Rick fondly, “Must be why I feel I have to take pity on you and give you a little lovin’.”

“Bullshit,” Rick chuckled. “You know it’s because you find me sexy and irresistible.”

Dale solicitously patted Rick on the back, while pretending to humor him, “Oh yeah, that’s right, I forgot. Come on sweetie, let’s get supper started. You need to eat. I think you’re a little light headed.”

The two of them continued their banter as they fixed their supper. They fixed a simple meal, salad, toasted cheese sandwiches, and cream of tomato soup. Neither had the inclination to play gourmet. It was just too much trouble, they wanted a quick fix, simple food and a quicker cleanup. That accomplished they returned upstairs.

Rick declined sharing the shower with Dale, much to Dale’s disappointment. After performing his nightly bedtime rituals, he turned the bathroom over to Rick and jumped into bed, waiting impatiently. When Rick joined him in bed, he immediately became the aggressor. He kissed Rick with all his pent up passion, wringing moans from him. His hands wandered Rick’s body, massaging, arousing. Having taken enough, Rick went on the offensive. He rolled Dale over onto his stomach.

“I want you on your knees, baby.” he ordered.

Dale complied, groaning as Rick draped himself over his body. Rick reached around and took
Dale’s cock in hand, slowly stroking.

“Guess what I found.” Rick whispered in his ear.

“What?” Dale panted, totally unprepared for Rick’s next salvo.

“A teat.” Rick answered.

Dale seks hikayeleri growled a warning, “Rick, don’t start.” Irritated, Dale couldn’t help the laughter that began slowly bubbling inside.

Rick ignored him and continued to pull at Dale’s cock, “It’s a big one too, think I’ll milk it.” He increased the strength of his strokes. Dale groaned, torn between laughter and the indescribable pleasure he was getting from Rick’s touch.

“You sadistic bastard,” he gasped as the laughter bubbled closer to the surface.

Rick whispered seductively, “Moo for me, baby.”

Dale lost it completely. The laughter burst free as he collapsed to the bed. He lay there, shaking.

Rick’s equally laugh-racked frame draped partially over his own. The bed shook with their mirth, not exactly the way Dale had planned for it to be shaking, but pleasurable just the same, and healing.

Rick rolled slowly to his back with a groan and a long, contented, “Mmm.” as Dale followed, moving into his arms. Muscles relaxed and weakened by the laughter, they lay drowsy and acquiescent as sleep began to claim them.

Dale sleepily murmured a plaintive “I’m never gonna get laid” and drifted to sleep.

Rick joined him, a sleepy, yet devilish smile, curving his lips.

A couple of hours later, Dale woke to growing pleasure. His cock was engulfed in hot, wet, velvet heat that stroked and sucked. He groaned and reached down, finding the head of his lover bobbing rhythmically over his groin. He wrapped his fingers in soft, silky hair, petting, encouraging, and expressing his appreciation.

Rick hummed, acknowledging Dale’s awareness.

Dale’s body clenched at the vibration. His buttocks tightened as he mindlessly undulated a counter rhythm. Rick’s hand cupped his ball sack, gently massaging, drawing a guttural groan from Dale. When his fingers found that velvety length of skin between balls and pucker, pressing firmly, Dale cried out and released. Powerful spurts of hot, fertile cream flooded Rick’s mouth, which he swallowed with pleasure.

Dale finally calmed, his body melting, loose and relaxed. Rick moved up, covering him, finding his mouth, sharing a cum-flavored kiss.

“You didn’t get laid, but I hope that helped.” Rick whispered.

“Oh yeah, baby, just let me catch my breath and I’ll show you how good it feels.”

“Uh, uh, that was for you, lover. Just relax and sleep. We’ve got time, lots of time now, babe. Go to sleep.”

Dale’s heavy lids fluttered closed as Rick’s deep soothing rumble, washed over him. Rick hovered over him, softly stroking his hair. He was content to watch, to be part of the peace that filled his lover. He felt infinitely peaceful and satisfied himself, knowing he was correcting his mistake, heading in the right direction. No matter how much he loved his family, he knew now that Dale is his future. He was ready to accept the consequences, whatever they might be.

***

The next morning they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. Dale noticed that Rick seemed uncommonly subdued. At first he put it down to their continuing recovery, neither of them had coped very well with their separation.

Dale stood and began clearing the table while Rick finished his coffee. Dumping the dishes into hot soapy water, he returned to Rick. He walked behind him, placing his hands on Rick’s shoulders, he began a firm massage. Rick sighed and leaned back, his head against Dale’s mid-section. Smiling, Dale continued the massage, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of Rick’s head.

“You ok, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah, babe, just a little tired I guess.” He took one of Dale’s hands, kissing his knuckles, “Listen, I’m going to return the backhoe to mom and dad’s and have a talk with them, about us.”

Dale’s stomach lurched in sympathy. He knew Rick was dreading the upcoming confession and possible confrontation with his parents.

He squeezed Rick’s shoulder, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Rick nodded, “I don’t want to put it off. Waiting will just make it harder. Besides, they’re gonna wonder why I’m over here all the time.” He stood and took Dale’s hands in his, “Tell me you love me.”

Dale looked steadily into those beautiful, solemn, yet expectant, blue-green eyes, “I love you Rick Hunter. No doubts.”

Rick nodded decisively, curtly, as sheen of tears brightened his eyes. Dale dropped one of his hands but kept a firm hold of the other. He led him to the living room, leaving Rick in the center of the room with the admonition to stay put. He went to the stereo and pushing a button, selected a CD. He returned to Rick as the music began to flow from the speakers.

“I want you to listen to this song.” He held out his arms, “Dance with me”

Rick stepped forward and was enfolded in warmth and comfort. The music was soft and easy. The words telling of a lover’s fear of newly discovered love. And though the fear was there, so was the knowledge that everything would be all right as long as they were together.

They swayed slowly, as its mellow sweetness poured over them, the words knifing straight to his soul. He clung to Dale as tears threatened to pour. Dale’s arms tightened, holding his man in a warm, secure embrace. Their movements slowed and halted as the music ended.

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My senses were inflamed by the whiskey we’d shared and my blood was heated by the look in his eyes. We’d been hanging out at our neighborhood bar, playing games and laughing with the regulars; I’d worn a flowing top with a low, square neckline, jeans, and the boots he likes so much. My hair was loose and tousled, inviting his hands to run through it. Jack was looking especially good tonight, too, with his worn black jeans caressing every inch of his legs and showing off his magnificent ass. The hockey sweater hung off his broad shoulders and hid the firm torso that lurked under the soft fabric. My fingers knew the feel of his body and I was aching to touch him again.

As the hour grew later, the other patrons trickled out, leaving just me, my man, and the new bartender. Jack’s hand was resting on my thigh under the table where we always sat, in the corner by a window. I tried to concentrate on the view of the restaurant across the street, feeling sorry for the smokers standing out in the light snow that fell from February skies. I knew that if I let myself think about what Jack was doing, I would loose control. Seeing that I was trying to ignore him, Jack shot a wicked grin over to the bartender and told him to look away, since he was about to prove that I could not ignore him any more. He started by lightly dragging his fingertip across the neckline of my shirt, just barely touching my skin; heat shot through me, making my breath catch and my quim throb. Still, I didn’t acknowledge his touch, and just let him get on with his work, wondering what he’d do next. Of course, the bartender hadn’t looked away, and since I hadn’t visibly responded, Jack knew he’d have to up the ante so the guy didn’t think he’d been bragging in vain.

Spurred on by male competitiveness, and reckless because of the liquor, Jack hooked his finger in the shoulder strap of my bra and the neck of my shirt and slid them off my right shoulder. When I turned my head to shoot a questioning look at him, he captured my gaze. I could see the challenge in his eyes as he slowly lowered his head to my shoulder, dropping feathery little kisses on the tender skin. Reflexively, my head rolled back and I arched my neck, purring just a little under my breath. As Jack’s lips travelled up the side of my neck, and his hand returned to move up my thigh to my denim-covered crotch, the bartender quietly moved closer.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispered, watching me open my thighs to give Jack full access. Knowing that he had won my complete attention and there would be no more pretending to ignore him, Jack removed his hand from my pussy and slid it behind my head to bring me in for a full, deep kiss. His other hand slipped the straps off my still-clothed shoulder sex hikayeleri and dipped inside my bra to caress my breast. As his rough palm stroked my oh-so-tender nipple, I knew that it was time for me to take charge of the situation.

Pulling free of Jack’s grasp, I stood up abruptly and stared down at him. I could see the worry in his eyes — he thought I’d be angry with him for pawing me in public this way. The bartender started backing away slowly, but stopped in his tracks when I dropped to my knees and put my hands to Jack’s belt buckle. I quickly opened his belt and waistband, then slid down the zipper of his jeans and slipped my hand inside to find his beautiful cock, which was hard already, of course. Pulling his pants apart as far as possible, I dropped a quick kiss on the moist tip of his erection, causing him to jerk slightly, and evoking sighs of envy from the watcher.

Since this was now my rodeo, I didn’t give him the blowjob he so clearly expected. No, I wanted the whole enchilada, and I meant to get it. Glancing over at the barman standing there in shock, I bent down and pulled off my boots, then undid my jeans, dropped them to the floor, and kicked them aside. “Now,” I said, “who wants to help me out here?” I gestured to my panties to clarify, in case there wasn’t enough blood going to the guy’s head. He sprang into action, shoving my panties down and pulling my shirt off over my head. I dealt with the bra myself and then moved forward to hover over Jack, my legs spread and my hands on his shoulders. I quickly pulled Jack’s sweater off, baring his golden-brown skin so I could run my hands over him. His nipples tightened up, and I flicked one with my fingernail as he wriggled his jeans down past his knees and kicked them off along with his shoes.

The bar guy stroked my skin, zeroing in on my breasts; he leaned forward and captured my left nipple between his lips, sucking so hard my knees buckled. He spread his large hand on my back to help support me while I eased down on Jack’s cock. As I lowered onto him, I looked into Jack’s eyes, watching them blur when he felt my heat just barely touch him. I couldn’t resist breaking eye contact and looking down to the point of entry — as my nether lips parted and his cock forced them further open, my mouth dropped open, too, and a groan gasped out of my throat, my head tossed back and my whole body arched forward to accept his length. That first moment of penetration is what I’d been longing for all night, and I was sopping wet from the anticipation.

Jack’s chair was the perfect height to allow me to plant my feet solidly on the floor, giving me total control of how deep he could go into my cunt. Using my thigh and ass muscles, and gripping porno hikayeleri his shoulders with both hands, I rose and fell just enough so his cockhead rubbed against my g-spot. Meanwhile, the man hovering around us touched me wherever he could; stroking down my back until his fingertips teased my sensitive asshole, while the other hand played with my tits and occasionally darted down to find my clit. Jack didn’t even bother trying to touch me — he just held on to the seat of his chair, enjoying the view of my white breasts being mauled by the bartender, and the sensation of my wet pussy engulfing him.

I took it slow, just sliding up and down on the stiff pole inside me, undulating my hips in circles so I could feel him everywhere. I kissed him softly, just brushing his lips with mine, not letting him go deeper, then teased him by turning my head and offering my mouth to the stranger. He kissed me aggressively, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and grasping my breasts hard. He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me back so he could bite at my nipples, still holding me by the hair. My body was now off-balance and my cunt was pressed tight against Jack, who pushed the other man aside and pulled me back up against his torso. My bruised nipples gloried in the feeling of the rough hair on his chest, and I grinned at Jack in anticipation of the lengths he’d go to in order to prove that I belonged to him.

Taking control again, Jack discovered that his position on the chair gave him the leverage to thrust up unexpectedly, making me squeal in surprise when he jammed his full length into me, hard. He knew the excitement I felt when he asserted himself, so he wrapped his arms around me and stood up, knocking his chair over and letting his cock slide out of me. He held me for a moment to make sure I had my balance, and he whispered in my ear, “He can have your cunt, but only I take your ass,” letting me know that one of my favorite fantasies was about to come true — I was going to have both holes filled tonight!

I reached out to grab the bartender and pulled him in for a deep, slow kiss while my hands were busy at his waist, loosening his pants and pushing them down. Jack shoved the chairs aside and swept the table clear so the bar guy could lay down on it, his erection bouncing in the air invitingly. I mounted up, kneeling on the table with my legs as far open as I could manage, taking his short, thick cock into me in one smooth thrust. I was looking out the window again, and saw that the smokers across the street had a great view of what we were doing. I gave them a little smile and wave as my inner muscles tightened around the cock inside me, making delicious contact all along his shaft. He drew seks hikayeleri me down against him, claiming my mouth again in a deep kiss that left me breathless. For a moment, all I could think about was this stranger, and how his body felt under mine, his hands grasping my hips as he pulled me closer, his scent filling my mind with lust.

Jack was hovering behind me, watching as another man’s body invaded mine. I felt him gently touch the wet, stretched skin of my pussy, spreading my juices around and skimming his fingers over my little asshole. He slipped a fingertip inside, and then popped it out and replaced it with his thumb, pressing more deeply and squeezing my ass cheek at the same time. I looked over my shoulder and begged him to complete the fantasy for me — I wanted his solid heat pressed against my back while he claimed my most exquisitely sensitive opening. “Please, baby, don’t tease me…you know what I want…just slide your big cock into my ass…do it now!” I rolled my hips against the man beneath me, bringing my ass up and crushing my clit at the same time. Gasping when Jack finally put his cock to my opening, I arched my back even more, bringing my tits up where the other man could get at them again.

Jack eased forward, pushing me higher against the man under me, so my breasts swung over his face. The stranger raised his head and took a nipple in his mouth, once again using his teeth to torture me with pain made my cunt clench with pleasure. As Jack slid his length into my ass, I held absolutely still, drowning in the sensation of being completely filled, front and back, while my body adjusted to Jack’s presence. When he started to move within me, I lost control and wildly sobbed, begging him once more to fuck me hard and force my cunt down around the cock impaling me from below.

“Oh God, please…more! Don’t stop…oh, I can’t take it all! But don’t stop, I need it…I need to be fucked liked this! Do it, do it, do it!” Jack slammed into me, and I could feel his cock rubbing against the other guy’s, deep within me, separated only by a delicate layer of flesh; my flesh, which was now being stimulated from all sides, pushing all coherent thought from my mind. I was a beast now, growling with need, driving myself to the edge and taking the men with me.

I burst into orgasm with a wild cry, spurring the men to even faster thrusts and bringing on their own climaxes at the same time. They spurted into me as I panted and writhed, collapsing in a sweaty heap on the table. I held them both inside me for a moment, jerking with aftershocks and gently squeezing them with my cunt and ass. The stranger touched my face softly, and Jack twined his fingers with mine and kissed my back.

After they had slipped out of me and we’d retrieved our clothes, Jack invited the bartender to come stay with us for the weekend. He accepted, on the condition that next time, Jack fuck him in the ass while he took my cunt. I just love a man with initiative.

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“You want to try what?!” I stared, jaw wide open at my girlfriend, Sandy. “Seriously, what?”

“Honey, calm down! It’s not that crazy.”

“But-” I balked, trying to get my mind around it. “You want to be a guy!?”

“Well no. I just want to try being a guy once! You always seem to enjoy it so much, I want to understand!”

I somehow managed to close my gaping mouth and turned away from her, staring out the window of our one bedroom flat. I was pretty sure that your girlfriend wanting to be a guy was generally a bad sign for a relationship – not that I had any problems with that, but I was not into guys.

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt Sandy come up behind me and give me a hug. After a few moments her hands started to drift suspiciously downwards until she was cupping my crotch.

“Just think about the blowjobs I’ll be able to give once I understand what it feels like” she whispered into my ear, standing on her tip toes to reach with her petite 5’2″ frame.

I didn’t reply. I didn’t need to. The erection that immediately spouted was enough to tell her that I liked the idea. She giggled behind me and I turned around.

“So this simulator, what’s the deal again?”

“Well,” she started, “it’s simple really. We go in and lay in these tube things. Then it starts and we wake up as whoever we want to be. We have our fun, then we pop out and it’s done!”

“Yea but I don’t want to have gay sex with my girlfriend!” I shouted.

“Oh come on, I know you like it when I tease you down there!” she replied, grabbing my ass.

“That’s not the same thing! It’s not gay to do that because you’re a girl. But if you were a guy then it would be!”

“Fine!” She relented. “They can also load up a fake girl into the simulation. We can have a three-way.”

I rubbed my chin considering her proposition.

“I’ll even let you pick what she looks like…” she whispered slyly.

“Okay” I acquiesced. “I’ll do it if I can choose the girl.”

“Awesome! Thank you so much honey, I knew you would help me on this. I just really want to know what it’s like.”

I stepped to her and gave her a hug, grabbing her ass while I did.

“And what’s this I hear about my girlfriend wanting to bang another chick with me?” I grinned.

She smacked me playfully, turned around, and walked towards the kitchen. “Just for you!” she yelled over her back.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, musing about what kind of girl I would pick. In the kitchen I heard Sandy dialing her phone and the start of the conversation.

“Hi I’d like to book a sim session…” she started.

Just then a bathing suit commercial came on and I sunk back into my musings about who I would be having fun with…

*****

The next day we arrived at the sim shop. It was a non-descript stucco building on the outside with a no-frills receptionist desk in the front. We walked in and, being the only ones there, walked up to the counter.

“I had a reservation for Sandy L?”

“Hmm let me see.” The receptionist started. “Oh yes a gender swap three way at 2:30, yes?”

Sandy and I both blushed at her forwardness, but Sandy acknowledged her with a nod.

“Right then! You just need to pick your bodies.” She gestured towards the other end of her desk where a computer sat. “Have a seat please.” We complied and she continued, “Now start by selecting the two males, then the female. You can browse all the pictures, then when you find a body you like click on it and you can customize it and choose your clothing. When your done hit the green accept button and I’ll show you to your room. Got it?”

We nodded and she left us alone.

I looked at the screen, but Kelsey had already started going through the pictures of men. Each one was standing in a pair black briefs showing off their bodies. There were options for all types of guys, skinny or muscled, tall or short, and every race and face imaginable. Sandy eventually settled on a tan, lightly built guy with long hair.

“Honestly it would be distracting if I didn’t have long hair at this point.” She said to herself, before moving on to the customization screen where she gave him a generous 8″ member, no body hair, and high stamina. sex hikayeleri She then selected a pair of shiny black briefs and with a goofy remark, a bow tie. Satisfied, she motioned to me and told me to pick the other guy.

I sat at the chair and went through the options. I found one that looked a little like me, but slightly bigger shoulders, more tan, and 6 feet tall. On the next screen I gave myself an 8″ dick, high stamina (basically like real life, I mumbled to myself) and confirmed it.

Next up was the girl. Going through the pages of women I couldn’t help but get hard. There was every girl possible, in every size, with any features. How could I possibly decide which one I wanted to bang?!

After a couple minutes and a slight nudge from Sandy I settled on a gorgeous brunette with full lips, large well rounded breasts, and a slim figure. On the next screen I chuckled as I unchecked the box for gag reflex and removed all of her body hair. Finally, I chose a pink bustier with a thong, garters, black thigh-highs stockings, pink and black kitty ears, and tail that disappeared under the thong. Satisfied and very excited I accepted my choices.

The computer beeped and the receptionist came over.

“Good! I’ll show you to your rooms. You-” she gestured at Sandy, “will be first on the left, and you will be on the right. Just remember that you must lie in the tube still, and completely naked.”

We nodded and went to our rooms. I watched as Sandy closed her door, still trying to accept that in a minute she was going to be a guy and we were going to have a three way. Once I heard the door click shut I turned back to the receptionist and made a last request.

“Hey could you uh… Make the girl extra… Excited?” I stammered.

“How do you mean exactly?”

“Well um… Uh… Well basically I want her to get extremely turned on by the sight of a cock to the point where she can’t restrain herself. I want her to be a horny little slut… Uh, if you can…?”

“I can do that. It’s a bit strange as most of our clients need no help getting in the mood but, but yes, I can do it. Now please get into your tube or we won’t start on time.”

I nodded and backed into the room, closing the door behind me. It was empty except for a large machine that looked like a tanning bed but that had way too many wires coming out of it. Opening it up I saw a gel-foam pad. Experimentally I pushed my hand into the gel and felt it mold to my hand. It was somewhat warm.

Remembering the receptionists warning about being late I quickly stripped and laid in the bed. As soon as I was still the lid closed above me and everything went black.

*****

A moment later I opened my eyes and saw that I was now laying on top of the silk sheets on a bed in a dimly lit room.

Everything felt weird.

My whole body felt… Strange. Not bad, but different. The first thing I noticed was the energy coursing through my veins. I was excited, and ready. But my breath wasn’t taken away until I held my hands up to the light to examine my temporary body, and found long, sparkly fingernails at the end of perfectly manicured hands. Looking down, I realized immediately why I felt strange.

I was female.

In fact, I couldn’t see the rest of my body so I moved to climb out of bed and examine myself in the mirror on the other side of the room, but, as I sat I felt something move deeper into me. I groaned in a silky feminine voice and felt my body get flushed with arousal. I had forgotten about the but plug I had put into the girl.

Into me.

Carefully now, I stood up and crossed the room. Staring back at me was a gorgeous, tanned women looking ravishing in her pink lingerie. I ran my hands up my bare legs, over my hourglass shape, and cupped my breasts. Turning, I also admired my well rounded ass and the tail protruding out of it.

I was too intrigued with my new body to get mad until I heard a door open behind me.

“Hey there beautiful.” I heard from the doorway.

Turning, I saw the male body Sandy had picked out, standing there in her black briefs.

My anger flared. “What did you do?!” I shouted. “Look at me, I’m”

“Female?” She interrupted.

“Well, yea!” porno hikayeleri I said, my rant disrupted.

“And you’re a pretty damn good looking one too.”

“Uh, well yea I’m dreamy.” I replied.

“So what’s the problem?” She/He asked innocently.

“Well, I’m a guy! I don’t know how I feel about being a girl.”

“It’s easy darling” he said, sidling up to me. “You just need to look pretty and we’ll do all the work.”

Whatever I was about to say next was interrupted when I saw the erection in Sandy’s brief grow into a full hard on. An instant before it hit my I suddenly understood why the receptionist looked at me funny when I asked her to boost the girl – my – arousal at the sight of a dick. Then all thoughts washed out of my head as I was hit by a wave of arousal. Immediately a heat grew at my crotch and I became acutely aware of my tail, and the attached butt plug inside of me. As I stared at the massive member my nipples hardened under the cups of the bustier and my mouth started to water.

Just then Sandy reached down and pulled out her dick. “Don’t think I didn’t hear your little conversation with the receptionist you horny little slut. Your panties are already showing me just how excited you are. Now, get on your knees.”

By the time I processed what she had said I was on my knees with her dick in my hand, rubbing the length of the shaft. She started moaning. I had never done this before, but apparently I was good at it.

“Suck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue across her dick, just the way I liked it. Then I started taking it into my mouth. The taste surprised me – salty and just a little sweet, while her pre-cum was thick and sticky.

“Look at me.”

I complied, dick still in my mouth. It felt right there.

“Do you like my cock?”

I paused a moment. I wasn’t happy with being a girl and having a dick in my mouth, but I knew my answer. I nodded vigorously, dick still in my mouth.

“Good girl. Now, if you can touch my balls with your chin I’ll show you what a dick feels like in your pussy.”

Slowly, I pulled the dick out of my mouth and rubbed it, producing several moans from Sandy. Redundantly, I felt moisture soaking the front of my panties. I knew what I wanted.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and slid her member in. Slowly I continued going past the point where I thought I’d choke. Then I remembered that I didn’t have a gag reflex and kept pushing until I felt her balls on my chin and I’d ran out of dick to take in. I basked in it. Fuck it was hot having her do this to me.

I reveled in the musky taste when I felt a slight tug at my butt plug, causing me to moan. I guess the humming-like vibrations felt good because Sandy moaned too. Then I felt a hand reach down and caress, with a single finger going in and tweaking my nipple. God I wanted that.

Slowly, I pulled the dick out of my mouth and looked up at Sandy. She grinned back at me.

Then there was another dick in my face. God this one looked good. I grabbed it and started rubbing but before I could do anything Sandy reached down and stopped me.

“You” she said, pointing to the simulated man. “Lay on the bed.”

He complied.

“And you my dear” she said, looking at me. “Are about to get your fill. Suck his dick.”

I stood up, walked over to the bed, and crawled up to him on all fours.. With one hand I started rubbing his dick before I took it into my mouth, reveling once more at the taste. Behind me, I felt Sandy get on the bed behind me and push my legs apart. I presented myself happily.

As I licked and rubbed the dick in front of my I felt Sandy play a little with the plug, causing me to moan wildly, while her other hand reached into my panties and fondled my clit in a circular motion. The feeling drove me crazy and soon I was moaning like a slut in between mouthfuls.

After a couple minutes of getting me worked up I felt her pull my panties to the side and turned my head to see it, but the other guy grabbed my hair and pulled my head back around. Getting the point, I opened my mouth and he pushed me until I had his whole member down my through. Just then I felt Sandy’s dick probing seks hikayeleri at my pussy. After a few pokes she found my hole, and accidentally slid in halfway with how wet I was.

I pulled the dick out of my mouth and gasped. Oh god that felt amazing. He was so big! I could feel myself stretching to accommodate.

After a minute Sandy kept pulled out slightly, then pushed again, and started building up the pace. I reached down with my hand, running past my breasts and down to my pushed aside thong, to where Sandy entered me. God that was crazy. I’m glad I was a girl. This was amazing.

I turned my attention back to the dick in front of me. I wanted badly to be filled from both ends. I took it in again and gave him a vigorous blow job. Before long he started to thrust into my mouth and I could feel him twitchy. Just when I knew he was about to come, he grabbed my hair and held my head so that I was forced to swallow.

Before I had a second to realize what had happened the guy pulled out of me, leaving his cum running down my chin. He then made a signal back to Sandy and she pulled out of me. I then felt her hand at my ass as she slowly removed the butt plug.

I moaned sadly, why was she taking that out? It felt so good!

I had my answer quickly as the guy’s strong arms coaxed me on top of the sim and turned my onto my back. I felt his member searching between his legs before it found my ass and pushed in. I gave another loud girlish moan. He was much bigger than the plug.

Then Sandy moved back up and pushed into my pussy. I was immediately overwhelmed with the feeling of two cocks in me. I could feel them rubbing against each other through my ass and pussy.

Then a pair of hands reached up and pulled my tits out of my bustier. Looking up, I realized there was a mirror on the ceiling. I could plainly see my boobs bouncing up and down as the guys thrust into me. Then the hands took hold of my nipples and started tweaking them.

I just barely heard Sandy say “Oh fuck this is hot” before the wave of pleasure that had been building down in my crotch finally overcame me and launched me into a coursing orgasm. Every fiber of my being felt electrified as a rode over the wave of orgasm. But this wasn’t a male orgasm, it kept going. Waves of pleasure rolled through me for what felt like minutes. I lost track of time. I couldn’t control my legs anymore as they clutched Sandy tightly. I thought I had reached the maximum of sensation when I squeezed Sandy once more with muscles I never knew I had and felt her start to come inside of me at the same time as the sim did.

I could just barely hear Sandy screaming to god as she shot loads into me as my orgasm reached a crescendo and Sandy finally collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for a couple minutes, breathing heavily before Sandy pulled out of me. Looking down I saw my pussy between my tits and pink-wrapped belly, dripping with cum.

Almost instantly, we fell asleep.

*****

I awoke in the dark. Reaching up, I felt the cover of the tube above me. I pushed it up and swung my legs over the side. I jumped down and stood for a moment, adjusting to my regular body and the ability to see the floor without boobs in the way. I reached down and picked up my pants, but noticed a note and something pink laying on them. It was a note from Sandy.

“I hope you liked that, here’s a little something that you might enjoy too.” She had written, above a smiley face. I put the note aside and saw the same pink bustier, thong, and stockings I had worn in the simulation.

Looking at them I could feel myself getting aroused. Back in my body, I didn’t feel the same need for cock I had in the simulation, but I knew that I wanted to wear this lingerie again and again.

I slid into the sexy garments, enjoying how the thong rubbed against my asshole and cupped my balls. I slid on my jeans and shirt over the top and looked at myself in the mirror. I was fooling no one. The bustier made it look like I had books and the lines running down could be seen against my shirt. But I didn’t care. Fuck I felt hot.

I opened the door and saw Sandy do the same across from me. Her eyes ran down my form, noticing the lingerie under my clothes. She smiled.

“I take it you had fun?” she asked, coyly.

I just smiled, stepped up to her, and gave her a long kiss.

After a long moment she pulled back and her hand wandered up to the cup of my bustier.

“So what now my little slut?”

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They had decided to take a walk without thought and found their selves on this amazing hilltop. Life seems to be moving in slow motion as they look down below and are taken back by all its beauty. She takes off her shoes so she can feel the grass touching her feet. As she steps out of each shoe, she feels the long blades of grass under her. It is soft and warm from the sun.

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He moves his body down and he start to kiss between her legs. He slides his tongue over her clit as she wraps her legs around him. He sucks gently as he moves his fingers faster and faster. She feels herself getting hot and wet as she moans with more excitement. He moves his hands around her ass as he brings her off the ground and into his mouth. She feels his tongue slide between her lips as he moves her up and down over his face, her legs loosely wrapped behind him. Her body starts to shake as she feels him going deeper inside her and he reaches around rubbing her clit as he slides his hot tongue in and out of her. She cannot control it as she begins to feel herself starting to climax, she doesn’t want to control it any longer. She completely lets go while he is rubbing faster, her body’s shaking and she is moaning louder as she orgasm’s and he feels her against his face as she gets wetter and hotter.

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It was hot and the sun felt like it was going to melt me. I was walking home from work. I never drive that much and I just got off the bus for a fast beer. I walked past this XXX Movie house and thought what the fuck, it has air and it is so hot. So in I go.

I should say that I’m somewhat Bi. That is I like to have someone watch me and I like to watch others. I also like to feel a mouth on my cock. Be it man or woman. I have had head from both and to tell the truth I can not tell the difference.

In I walk. Dark and cool. On the screen is a girl getting it from a guy. She is bent over a chair and he is fucking her in the ass. Not bad for starters. I sit down and watch. The cool air is great and I soon forget about the heat. I look around and only see about 6 people. I’m near the back so I can see what they are doing. Most of them are jacking / off and I think one is getting head. My hand goes to my cock and I feel that it is hard. I think about letting it out to feel the cool air. But as soon as I go to unzip I hear someone come in. I turn and see a person standing at the door. It looks like a woman. I can see a skirt or what looks like a dress. Man woman. I still can not tell. I have seen both in here and I have never gotten to sit with them.

She walks in and sits down in the row in front of me. Not to bad. I might get to watch her do someone. She is watching the movie and I start to pull down my zipper. Just as I do the sound from the movie stops. The only thing I can hear is my zipper coming down. And so does she. She turns her head and looks at me. If this is a guy he is not to bad. Nice hair nice face. Lip stick and now I can see a blouse and I think I can see a bra. I stop pulling down my zipper, just looking at each other.

“My I help?” I can just make out her tongue licking her top lip. I can also see that after she said that she looked down at my cock.

“Should I move or are you going to?”

“If you stand up your pants might fall down, I’ll move.

She got up and came and sat next to me. I could feel her eyes looking at me. I could also smell her. Nice fresh smell.

“My I?”

Her hand came over to my lap and I felt her soft hand pulling my half hard cock out. It felt hot and at the same time cold. I sat up as she pull harder.

“Sorry, I sometimes hurt the one I love. Tell me if I’m going to fast or if I hurt you?”

“Hurt me ….. Yes I like that. As long as you do not draw blood.” I said that as a joke. But then I never like to go that far.

“You like pain?”

“Some, but as long as you are careful.” Now this was my type of woman.

“Good. sex hikayeleri I’m Alice, some say Alice in wonderland, If your good you might know why. Tell me if I hurt you, or when to stop. I can get carried away at times.”

Her hand started to jack me off. I saw her other hand go to her lap and I knew she was doing the same. Her head bent and she took my cock in her mouth. Her hand jacking me and her mouth sucking me. Damn it was like a dream.

My hips started to pump up and down. I was getting close and I put my hand on the back of her head. I was thinking in about 5 more pumps I would cum in her mouth.

“GOD DAMN.” I felt her bite down in me. Her hand squeezed my cock and balls. Her teeth clamped down on my cock. She knew what to do to stop a guy from coming.

“Not now and not in this place. If you want to cum you come with me.”

She stood up and her skirt fell back in place. She looked at me. My cock still out and almost hard. Her head made a move towards the door and she turned to walk out. I stood and was trying to put my cock back in at the same time. I walk out sticking my cock in and zipping up. I know that the guy walking in could see it. Fuck him I thought.

The light and heat hit me and I remembered why I went in. She was walking about 30 feet in front of me and got into a car. As I walked over to it she unlocked it from the inside.

“You understand about me? I do what I like and you do what I like to do. The safe word is Parma. When you think you can not take anymore say it and it stops.”

All I could do was say “YES.”

We walked into her house, not bad. Nice rooms. Clean… very clean. Not to hot. She must have air.

“Come with me.”

We went up the stairs and into a room.

“Get undressed and take a shower. Clean all of yourself. I think you know what I’m saying. When you are done come to my room across the hall. Nude. I’m going to shower myself. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She stood looking at me. I do not know how but I knew that I should start to undress right now. I started to take of my shoes and when I looked up she was gone.

I took a cool shower not to cold but then not hot. I washed all over and then I washed my cock. I was just going to get out and I thought … My ass. Didn’t she say all. I took some soap and started to wash. I stepped out and get a towel. Looked at my self in the mirror and turned to walk out.

“I thought you might take all night.”

Fuck….. Is all I could think. She was lying on the bed on her back. She had on a Black bra. I would say about a 34B. Panties, lace black, porno hikayeleri garter belt black. With stockings. This was the first time I got to really look at her. As I looked up and down I could not see anything in her panties. Is she a she or a he. I was still thinking when.

“I know what you are thinking….. Get into bed and pull them down. And take a good look. Then eat me.”

I knelt on the bed and put my hands on her hips. I hooked my fingers and pulled down. Her legs never came apart. I pulled hard and her panties came down and off. Damn she looked great. Lying with just her bra garter and stockings. I slowly run my hands up her legs. No hair. Just soft skin. I looked between her legs and started to pull them open. Still no hair. Still no pussy or cock.

“Remember…. Parma.”

Her legs open and I got my first look.

Soft…. Smooth…. Pink…. And not to big.

It was about five inches long. It looked hard. I am not the type that likes to give head. I’m more of a very safe sex person.

I knew that she was too but then I didn’t want to stop just jet. I bent forward to take her into my mouth.

“Would it be better for you if you used a condom. I feel safe sex is always best. They are in the desk.”

I took one out and rolled it on. Her eyes never stopped looking at me. I looked at her and went to say something but stopped. I bent and felt her cock touch my lips. This was not the first time for me but I do not do it that often.

She pushed her hips up and I felt it slide past my lips. I felt it hit my tongue. I’m not crazy about the taste of condoms but then I would not like to get anything.

I started to give her head. As I say I’m not all that great but I can do it. She was fucking my mouth and I was letting her. She held my head and fucked my face. I felt her legs. The stockings on my face. Just whenI thought she would cum she pull my hair and her cock came out.

“I have other things I like to do to you.”

She stood and told me to lie on the edge of the bed. I’m not all that dumb I knew what she was going to do.

I felt her rub my ass and then I felt her tongue on my asshole. Licking and trying to open it. It did feel great. I always love to have that done. But since that HIV thing came about not to many people do it. And I do not like it done.

“Now I’m going to fuck you. Fuck you like the slut you are. You would like that… Right?”

“Yes, Some KY and I’m yours. All yours.”

I felt her finger go in first and then the KY. I looked back and she was putting KY on and then I felt her push in.

Soon seks hikayeleri her cock was all the way in. I like to feel a finger up my ass. I love to feel that when I jack-off in front of others. As for a cock. Only if they are small. And this one was the right size. In and out. In and out. I was pushing back as she pushed forward. I could feel he small cock head pushing into me. Her balls on my balls when she was all the way in. She now had her hands on my hips. Holding me so she could fuck me harder.

She pulled out and had me roll over onto my back. Looking down at me she slapped my face.

“Now I’m going to fuck you hard. This is the time for the safe word.”

She pushed her cock back into me and started to fuck me all over. Once she got going I just looked at her. Then I felt her slap me once more. Then again. And again. Not to hard but it did make me think of the word Parma.

“When I tell you to, slap me. I’m going to cum soon and I like it that way.”

I felt her fucking me harder and harder. I thought if she wants me to slap her I will.

“NOW YOU SLUT… DO IT NOW”

I came back with my hand and gave her a good.

SLAP……. SLAP.

“Harder.” Her hand came across my face. I thought she would slap my face off.

Harder. Okay

“How about this?” I slapped her about five times. And I’ll tell you I hit her. Her face went red. I could see her eyes start to water. Now she look at me and I slapped her 2 more times.

“Five more.”

That is all she said. So that is what I did.

“ONE.” I said it as I hit her. The look on her face told me.

“Two.” That one got her cheek. The side of her head.

“Three.” It took me 3 secounds to give her that one. But then I knew what she was going for. I counted to 5 and then

“FOUR.” This time I hit her on the other cheek. As I did she pushed her cock all the way up my ass. This cunt could fuck. I have never had it she good.

I saw it in her eyes. I knew just when to give her the last on.

“FIVE.” But this time I came across with first my right and the my left. First her head went went to her right. then back to her left. I thought what the fuck. She had slapped my face so many time I might not get to do this again so.

“SLAP…. SLAP…..SLAP…. SLAP”

I felt her starting to cum in my ass. Thank god for condoms. As she came I just kept on slapping her.

“Parma…. you mother fucker….. parma.”

That is all she said.

I felt used and I knew that my ass was fucked silly. I have not had an ass fucking like that and up till now I have not had it that good.

She pulled out of me and just looked at me.

“Lets take a shower and I’ll let you fuck me. OKAY?”

What could I say.

I’ll write later and let you all know how that went.

E-mail me and let me know what you think…

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The Glance

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Brunette

It was the kind of glance that sends a shiver down your body. It totally consumes your thoughts for a moment. You want to respond as cool as possible. You want to stare but you are afraid you will appear so desperate. You don’t want to lose this moment. This glance has you.

I frequent a local coffee shop most mornings. I order a regular coffee, no additional flavorings, just a good strong cup of coffee to get my day started. On occasional mornings I get it “to go” where it sits later for a time on my desk at work until I remember it is there and drink it down. Other mornings, I sit and read the morning paper and enjoy watching the activity of others beginning their daily routine. The newspaper shadows my face to allow for my people watching. I see some regulars and nod or speak a familiar hello but I rather enjoy just watching them unknowingly. I enjoy seeing the beauty of the career minded ladies dressed beautifully to begin their lives for the day.

I am middle-aged and though my desire for passion is as strong as ever, I believe myself much more considerate of others. I don’t want the ladies to see me staring in a way that makes them uncomfortable. I want the experience of lovemaking to be as wonderful for my partner as me. escort fatih I am tired of the game playing to get them in bed. I much more would rather experience the time as an event. Complete enjoyment for all involved.

Then there was this glance. Our eyes met as I stared over the top of my paper. I wasn’t concerned with anything at the moment accept these beautiful deep brown eyes that seemed to look straight into me. I knew there was more to this than hello. I wanted her more than anything and it all happened in an instant. There was a slight smile as her eyes closed then opened. It was as if she knew she had me. I felt oddly embarrassed but totally engrossed.

As she paid for her coffee and turned to leave, I studied her closely. Her tight red dress seemed to be a part of her. Every curve from her beautiful neck and ending on her black heels was revealing. She was full of curves, not thin. Her hair was long, and her walk was confident.

Twenty-four hours later I saw her again. I joined her in line and was bold enough to ask for her to sit and talk. We grabbed a corner booth and in the next twenty minutes learned all we could of each other. I was totally taken by her sensuality. She was incredible.

As escort istanbul we talked, she touched my hand with long fingers. I immediately felt my cock begin to respond and my breath quicken. What was this I thought? I was like a schoolboy getting an erection during the most awkward of times.

“I know this will sound ridiculous,” I said, “but you are doing crazy things to me.” “I have never been so attracted to a perfect stranger in my life,” I said.

“What should we do then, dear man?” she said in return.

We left the coffee shop together in my car. She surprised me as she reached for my lap and found my hard cock. My mind was confused and couldn’t think of where to go. She suggested we head out of town. As we left the city and entered the country, she began to rub my hard cock through my trousers. I targeted the back roads I was familiar with. I am not sure how we got there so quickly but I found the hidden gravel drive that went into an abandoned quarry. I turned to her and took her face in my hands. I begin to kiss her softly. My hands went to her breasts.

She said, “I want you now!”

Out of the car I pulled her to me. I began to feel the curves of her body as I kissed her deeply. She struggled escort bayan taksim with my belt and found the wasteland of my underwear. Her hand went inside where she grabbed me tightly. As my cock found freedom. I went to my knees and begin to pull her panties down. She knew what I wanted; she spread her wet lips with her fingers and offered herself to my waiting mouth. Her scent partly perfumed and very much the scent of woman was driving me mad as I searched with my tongue for her magic spot. As I licked and sucked, she moaned loudly.

She came hard and fast there on the road as I knelt in front of her. She then grabbed me by the back of my long hair and commanded me up. She turned and offered that beautiful ass to me as she spread her arms, hands down, grabbing the warm hood of my car tightly. My cock was as hard as I have ever experienced. I raised her dress and spread her bottom apart with my hands. There I found her warm clit with my hard cock.

I entered her and began to make love to her harder and harder as she moaned. I knew I was coming fast. I held nothing back. I came hard filling her with all I had in me. She was backing into my thrusts and began to orgasm with my waves of pleasure. I felt I would never stop cumming. I collapsed on her back, exhausted and breathless.

We were both surprised at ourselves but we both knew what had just happened. We had found a way to pass all of the games and acted on the consuming fire called the “glance”. Happily ever after…

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Blast From The Past

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Big Dick

*This story is fiction from my dirty little mind and all names and characters are fictional. Any resemblance or reference to real names and/or descriptions is purely coincidence. Please let me know if you like my stories*

Synopsis

A couple’s mundane life leads the wife to make some changes and spice things up for herself. When her husband gets suspicious, he decides to track her down only to be shocked at what he sees and surprised at his unexpected response.

Tags: Wife, Cheating, Interracial, Asian, Black, Cuckold, Spying

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Beth checked herself in the mirror one last time, wanting everything to be perfect. Her heart was racing and she felt butterflies in her stomach with the anticipation of what awaited her outside the bathroom door. She made sure every detail was right: Her eyeliner was perfect, eyeshadow the right smokey shade, and lips refreshed with glossy lipstick. She adjusted the black sheer babydoll and matching g-string he wanted her to wear as this moment was going to be monumental for the both of them. Heart still pounding, her hands cold and shaky, she sucked in her breath and held it for 10 seconds to hold off the thought that this was her last chance to stop all of this. She told herself again that she deserved this and rationalized it with the thought that she came this far, she owed it to herself to should see it through. Beth smiled to herself as she heard slow jams start playing in the other room. She made her decision. Beth quickly let out her breath, wrapped a towel around her, and opened the bathroom door.

John and Elizabeth “Beth” Liu were what most people would call your typical Asian American couple. They had a home in the big city, attended the neighborhood church, and worked full time jobs: John as a computer programmer and Beth as a grade school teacher. They were also college sweethearts who had two kids and a family dog. Over the years, life had become monotonous for them; John was constantly working and Beth was struggling with the balance between teaching and managing the kids’ schedules. With John constantly being on calls for work, Beth juggled dinner, grading papers, and helping their kids with homework on weeknights, made sure the kids made all their soccer games on Saturdays, and the family got to church on time for Sundays. It was no wonder they never had time for each other.

Soon after Beth’s 36th birthday, John started noticing a change occurring with his wife. She started eating healthier, going out for runs, and changing her clothes from her frumpy, comfortable and practical work clothes, her flats, slacks, and plain old blouses she liked to wear, to a more feminine style, heels, skirts, and dresses. He also noticed… Makeup and perfume!? She hasn’t worn that since after their first child was born! He sensed something was up but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A notification from work popped up on his phone and he shrugged off her behavior as just a phase she was going through because she was getting older.

Fast forward to six months later. John was annoyed when Beth called and told him she needed him home early to make dinner for the kids because she had a meeting with her friends from her church group that evening and was going straight from work to the church. After he hung up, he paused for a brief moment. “Wait, didn’t she have her group meeting last night? Come to think of it, she has been going to a lot of church group meetings these last few weeks…” Now John was curious and decided to check Beth’s social media page as to figure out what was really going on. He knew her password so it was pretty simple logging into the account on his phone. For the most part, everything seemed fine. No weird messages, no unordinary posts. Everything seemed fairly normal until he browsed her search history. He recognized an old childhood boyfriend’s name in the recent search history. “Cassius Williams”. She mentioned him, while John and she were dating back in college, as her first crush and boyfriend back in elementary school.

John, naturally, felt funny about all of this and needed to know what was happening so he decided to continue sifting through her social media search history. After a short bit of digging, he found that the first time she looked Cassius up was right after her 36th birthday, and she had sent a friend request a minute after that at 11:37pm. He accepted it at 3:03am, she liked some of his posts at 6:47am, just minutes after she normally wakes up to get ready for work. As he dug further, he noticed more frequent searches for Cassius, which would seem strange for a friend who wanted to simply reconnect to another old friend. “Wouldn’t they have messages? Like ‘Hey! How are you?'” He thought to himself. John noticed a significant gap in her messages, as if she was mass deleting them, especially the most recent ones where she normally would have a ton of messages from her church group just before a meeting. John decided to take his “research” sariyer escort a step further.

John ordered a pizza for the kids and asked the neighbors to keep an eye on them for a few hours while he “ran some errands.” He didn’t have access to the feature to track his wife’s phone’s GPS location, but he did remember the “friends near me” feature on her social media account. He looked up Cassius and saw that he was about a 15 minute drive away. John’s heart was pounding, hoping that his wife wasn’t messing around behind his back with this guy and was hoping all of this was just his wild imagination. As he got within 2 blocks of Cassius’ location, he decided to park his car and go on foot, just in case his wife was there and spotted him.

John followed the signal to a large apartment complex with an open courtyard full of hedges, bushes, trees, and flowers. It even had a beautiful Italian-styled fountain with water running down the central brass figures. John froze near the stone gate entryway as he saw his wife sitting next to a very large and well dressed black man. Cassius was about 6’4″, where as his wife was only 5’2″. John’s heart began to race as he saw they were holding hands with their fingers intertwined. “Maybe it’s nothing,” John thought, as he knew his wife was very physically affectionate towards everyone. She would give everyone a hug and kiss on the cheek at Church. It still felt odd and John needed to know for sure so he stayed.

After about 10 minutes of chatting (which John could not hear other than the occasional burst of laughter from them, thanks to the gurgling of the fountain), they got up and headed towards one of the entry ways of the massive apartment building. A twinge of jealousy shot through John’s chest as he saw his wife cradling Cassius’ large arm as they walked together. After they disappeared through the entryway,John dashed across the dimly lit courtyard to the entryway Beth and Cassius just entered. He saw no sign of them from where he was so he quickly looked at the doorbell directory for the apartment number where he guessed Cassius lived. He quickly spotted Cassius’ name and, as luck would have it, it was the first floor corner apartment.

John moved behind the bushes that hid most of Cassius’ windows from plain view and stalked around until he fell upon a well lit window and heard Beth’s laughter from inside. The window was open but the shade was down, making it difficult to see what is going on. They were having a hushed conversation, as if they were chatting very close to each other. All he could make out the was the mewling of his wife in a sultry tone and the low bass tones of Cassius booming voice. After what felt like forever, John heard the clinking of glasses, a short silence then laughter. He then heard the chairs scoot back, and footsteps. They left the room.

A short moment of panic filled John as the light turned out and he had lost track of where they were. He started stalking around the windows again when the light flicked on from a window he just passed. This one was mostly closed but the shade was about a hand’s height from being all the way down, giving him almost a full view of Cassius’ bedroom. He saw Cassius walk into the room, wrapped in a black robe. He raised a remote in his hand and the room was instantly filled with the deep rhythmic bass from the slow jams, giving it a charged atmosphere of sexual electricity. John, breathless at this point, noticed a light turn on in the background, then saw his wife enter the room wrapped in nothing more than a towel.

At a motion from Cassius, Beth opened the towel and dropped it to the floor. She was a bit red faced as if she were embarrassed, or it could have been her “Asian Tan” from the alcohol, or both. His eyes grew wider in disbelief as they dropped from her face to her body, to the sheer lingerie that left little to the imagination of what it was feigning to hide. Beth looked down bashfully as Cassius’ eyes drank her in. He said something to her in his low bass voice that John couldn’t hear over the music, but it caused her to look up in time to see Cassius pull her to him, his large, dark lips slowly consuming hers.

At first Beth seemed frozen when Cassius started kissing her, but quickly returned the passion with more intense, wanton display of tongue and lip suction as she reached her hands up around the back of his head to draw him in closer. As they pulled each other in, Cassius let his robe fall to the floor, revealing his large, near naked, African physique. He did not have an athletic build but he was certainly not out of shape either. John’s heart almost pounded through his chest as he witnessed Beth slowly kissing down Cassius’ chest to his stomach, then stopped and sat on her knees in front of him as she reached his boxers. Cassius, bent down, deeply kissed Beth with his large tongue, pulling off his boxers in the process. When they broke their kiss, Beth gasped in shock eskort at how dark and how large Cassius’ member was. John could see it clearly from where he was and immediately noticed he was not circumcised either, making his cock look like a large black mamba slithering out of a large dark tree.

Beth was saying something to Cassius and from the look on their faces, John was able to determine it had something to do with his monstrous black cock. With all the shyness and bashfulness now gone, Beth reach her hands up to fondle Cassius’ large black shaft and his heavy, dark sack. She guided her hands all over Cassius’ manhood as if she were a blind woman trying to see with her hands. She rose from her knees, smiling at Cassius, and began to let her tiny pink tongue explore his manhood as well.

At first she started slowly, lifting up his cock, and sucking and licking his large black orbs below, then leaving a trail of saliva as she worked her way up his erect shaft. With her two hands stroking the length of his leaking black cock, she gave Cassius a wicked smile and lapped up the precum dripping from the tip. She then took as much as she could of him with her mouth, which was really only his swollen cock head, as Cassius placed both hands on the back of her head, urging himself further. Beth sucked him with such want and intensity, John could see her cheeks clearly indented from the effort. She also stroked both hands up and down his glistening, slimy, wet shaft as if she were trying to get the yummy liquid from a chocolate malt that had not melted enough yet.

After a few more moments of this intense treatment from Beth, Cassius abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a “pop.” Beth looked up at him for a moment questioningly as he bends towards her, giving her a wet passionate tongue kiss. He motioned her to the bed where she sat then laid down with her legs still dangling from the edge. John heard her audibly moan as Cassius pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and his large mouth descended to cover Beth’s opening. With Cassius’ thick tongue expertly probing and searching every inch of her opening along with the constant skillful suction of her clitoris with his large black lips, it only took a short while for Beth to go over the edge into the black oblivion called “Cassius”.

Her long drawn out moan was so loud and intense, it caused John to duck in case anyone outside hearing the commotion would look towards the window. After his wife’s moaning subsided, John slowly peeked through the window again as Cassius was working his way up Beth. He brought his tongue up her sensitive belly button, causing her to giggle, then up to one of her breasts tenderly. His large mouth covered her nipple then sucked in with such intensity, he had half her breast in his mouth by the time he released, leaving a mark on her that no one would mistake for anything other than what he just did to her. He move up her neck, causing her to mewl in pleasure until his tongue found it’s home with her lips. They resumed an intense kiss, grinding their hips together furiously.

Cassius slowly slid his hard, black rod up and down Beth’s mound, from the tip of his swollen head to the base of his sack, causing her to writhe in intense pleasure beneath him. She clawed at his back each time his cock head slid down to her clit, causing intense ripples of pleasure to echo through her and making her want more. Each time Cassius slid his thick black cock back down her body, he made sure to bring the tip down closer and closer to Beth’s dripping wet entrance. John could see that Beth could no longer take any of this teasing, so on Cassius’ next downward slide, Beth moved her hips up so that her entrance would meet his head. Cassius naturally pushed back into her very slowly as to not hurt her. As he pushed deeper into her, Beth let out a low moan as her body was slowly stretch and filled like it never had been before. John’s jaw dropped as he witnessed the large black mamba slowly work its way into his wife. He licked his lips, surprised by himself.

John thought he would be angry, upset, hurt and all other such emotions but the shocking one that stood out was how turned on he was at witnessing his wife in this illicit union with her lover. The fact that she is not just cheating on him but doing it with her friend, with no protection, would send a normal guy over the edge trying to beat down the door to stop it. The thought of his wife eagerly taking such a large guy, skin to skin/bare-back like that, on top of his dark african features mixing with her delicate Chinese features, contrasting together like a sexual yin and yang, was so erotic. He wanted to see more.

Cassius was increasing his pace with Beth now, and with each powerful stroke, Beth let out a small yelp. As if a switch was flipped in his mind, he was no longer gently pushing into her but pounding into her with the fury of an unleashed animal. Sensing this sudden change in beyoglu escort Cassius, Beth’s own switch flipped and raw animal instinct took over as she shouted things like “Fuck me harder, Cassius! Harder! Deeper, Cassius, Deeper!” Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his large black ass to pull him in deeper, holding on for dear life. Soon after, she let out a scream of pleasure as her second orgasm crashed into her like a tsunami following a massive earthquake.

Cassius slowed to catch his breath, a moment of recovery later giving way to her second intense orgasm. Breathing heavily, they kissed each other as if they were a couple, making love with just their tongues. Beth clearly wasn’t done yet and she whispered something to Cassius causing him to climb off her and lay properly in his bed. Beth climbed on top of his sturdy physique, kissing him again as she reached behind her to guide his swollen, black cock inside her. They continued to kiss each other as Beth ground her hips into his. John nearly exploded in his pants as he got a full clear view of Cassius’ big black cock sliding in and out of Beth’s pussy. Beth and Cassius both picked up speed and intensity, causing a loud “CLAP” with each meeting of their hips. John could see the sweat glisten off both their bodies with some of Beth’s long hair matted to her body and face. The ferocity of how they fucked each other right now reminded John of animals mating. It was as if instinct took over and these two were no longer in control, like mother nature intended.

John’s heart leapt right into his throat when he heard Cassius announce loudly “Aww Daaaamn! I’m about to cum, Beth! I’m about ta nut, girl! Tell me where you want it at? Where you want my nut, Beth?”

Beth was only able to respond with “Ohhhhhh, God! Mmmmmmmm! Fuck me, Cassius! Keep fucking me please!”

“Fuck, Beth! I’ma nut up all inside you if you don’t tell me where to cum! I’m gonna cum in yo pussy!'” Cassius warned in a rising tone.

To this day, Beth is still not sure why she said it or what possessed her to say it but… “Oh God, Cassius, Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I want your hot nut inside me! Yes!” Beth screamed in reply. Cassius pushed himself as far as he could into Beth as he yelled out,

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah, Beth! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! I’m cumming in you, Beth! Take all dis nut, baby! Yeeeeeeeeeeeah! Take it all!!!” Beth felt as Cassius’ head swelled deep within her womb. She screamed in pleasure as she felt the initial burst of Cassius’ hot seed splash against her cervix, sending her over the edge for her own orgasm.

With each pulse of Cassius’ black cock releasing a potent package of spem, Beth’s own orgasmic contraction would squeeze and milk more seed from Cassius, her cervix dipping in, gaping, and sucking up his seed. “God! Yeeeeeeeesssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaawd, Cassius! Yeeeeeesssssss! I feel it! Fill me! Give it to me! Yessssss! Give me all that nut! Mmmmmmm!” Beth Mewled loudly in ecstasy.

Beth crashed on top of Cassius, both breathing heavily, kissing. John could see they were both a hot, wet mess from their mixing sweat and other fluids. Cassius’ partially softening cock was still pumping in and out of his wife as she gently rocked her hips to match with him, a long, thick stream of his cum leaking down his shaft, leaving Beth’s womanhood frothy and sticky. John has seen enough and quietly moved away from the window and out of the bushes he was hiding behind. He quickly made his way home, putting the kids to bed. John came almost three times in a row after masturbating, thinking about what he just witnessed with his wife and her black friend Cassius, then fell asleep.

At 11:30pm, about two hours after John left Cassius’ window, Beth quietly walked into the room and went directly to their bathroom. John awoke to the sound of the shower being turned on. “Should I go in there and see the love marks Cassius made on her and confront her?” He thoughts to himself. John decided to stay in bed until she came out of the shower.

After Beth came out, he saw her put on some shorts and a t-shirt and she crawled into bed. “How was your Church group meeting? It went a little long didn’t it?” John asked groggily.

Silence lingered long enough that John was about to ask again when Beth said slowly, “Yeah… It WAS long and… it was probably one of our best meetings. I think I might start meeting with them every week now.”

John’s heart skipped a beat at that news as he started running a hand up her leg. Beth quickly shut that down saying how tired she was and that he should try with her in the morning. “Her usual excuse,” John thought.

Unable to sleep now with visions of Cassius fucking his wife, John waited until Beth was completely asleep before he slowly rolled up her shirt to observe firsthand the love marks Cassius left. He gently ran his fingers over the marks then stopped as his wife stirred. He then slowly move his hand up her shorts and underneath her plain old panties and immediately felt her well fucked swollen lips and thick gooey semen still oozing out of her.

Beth pushed his hand off of her and said sleepily “Leave me alone, I’m tired!”

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Author’s note: Please forgive any grammar mistakes. I do not have an editor (Email me if interested) and when I proof read, my mind corrects any of my mistakes because I know what I was trying to say.

Thanks to Morales18PT for his insight.

This is a story for the taboo section of this category not incest.

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I’m falling through the sky. I’m not scared. Quite the opposite really. I know he will be there to catch me. He always is. He will catch me and wrap me tightly in his arms and I will feel safe and loved. I know he is smiling too. The most wonderful smile I have ever seen. I just haven’t seen it. I look up to the man’s face and it is a complete blur. I wake up and long for the feelings I just had. To be safe and loved. I have had this dream every night for as long as I can remember. I allow myself to slip into this fantasy as often as I can when I’m awake as well just so I can latch on for a few fleeting seconds to the man who loves me. Oh, how I yearn to find him.

I used to think he could be anybody and in High School, I asked many a boy out on dates to give them a chance to prove they were. I did many things I am now not proud of so I could earn those feelings from them. I was naïve. In my dream, the man loves me unconditionally for who I am, not because of what I can give him. When I was a freshman, anybody I dated I compared to the dream. It wasn’t even close. I’m now a twenty year old sophomore in college studying psychology. I chose that major because of the dream. Why was I having it? Will I even find someone to care for me like that? I do not know.

“Ellie? Hello? Earth to Ellie?” I felt a hand waving in front of me.

I refocused my eyes to see Alan Connors in front of me. “Sorry Alan, I tend to let my thoughts wander when it’s dead in here.” I grabbed his first item, a gallon of milk, and rang it up.

“No apologies needed.” Alan shook his head. “Just thought you went catatonic.”

Alan was a nice man you just couldn’t help but feel sorry for. He’s the one customer I try to give my best smile in attempt to brighten his day. He started coming in the grocery store where I worked about a year ago. Like clockwork, he would come in at 10:30 at night every Monday. Since I worked until eleven those days, I always waited on him. He was attractive, early to mid-thirties, brown hair, and a pair of blue eyes that held a certain sadness to them. He still feels the pain from the loss of his wife. Brianna Connors, now she was a fun woman to be around. She came in during more normal hours, so I didn’t see her as much, but when I did, I always ended up laughing. Something funny happened to her every day and she couldn’t wait to share it.

I finished scanning the items. “That’ll be $33.42.” I gave him my smile. “Will that be cash or charge?” I knew the answer already. Alan always paid cash. He once commented that credit cards were for suckers and he only carried one for emergencies. Having maxed out a credit card of my own, I knew what he meant.

Alan opened up his wallet. “Damn.” He mumbled as he realized he didn’t have enough money. “I suppose I’ll have to use the card.”

Alan flipped over the plastic holding the pictures in his wallet to get to the credit card. The top one was of his wife, but when it flipped, there was a picture of a little girl and I froze.

“Ellie, are you okay? You look a little pale.” There was concern in Alan’s voice.

“Um, yeah.” I brushed a tendril of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. I swiped his card and handed it back to him. “See you next week.” I was barely audible.

Alan grabbed his bags. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

I tried to give him my smile. “I’m fine. Nothing eight hours of sleep won’t fix.”

Alan nodded slightly. “Feel better.” He then left.

After walking to my apartment, sleep couldn’t be found. And it wasn’t because my two roommates had the hard rock music on the radio cranked up. That never bothered me even though I’m a classical music and a good book type of girl. No. I was tossing and turning because of the picture of that child in Alan’s wallet. The picture of me. It was my kindergarten picture. I remember seeing it every time I looked at the pictures of my Mom and Dad in my Grandma’s picture album, fantasizing what it would be like if we were a family. When I was too young to remember, my father got life in prison with no chance of parole while my Mom overdosed on drugs, so I moved in with Grandma. Not that Grandma was any better. She only wanted me so she could collect money from the state. As soon as I went to college, which was unfortunately nearby, I moved into an apartment with a couple of friends just to get away. How did Alan get my picture?

Over the next week, I tried to convince myself over and over again that I was mistaken. It wasn’t really me. It couldn’t be. Could it? When I saw Alan again, it was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. I didn’t even get a chance to see the picture as he paid cash. aksaray escort The cycle continued the next week as well.

After three weeks, I decided enough was enough. I was barely sleeping and I couldn’t concentrate in class.

“Hey Alan, how are you this week?” I gave him a nervous smile as I rang up his groceries.

“Not bad, and you?” Alan already was getting his wallet out.

“Good. Do you mind if I ask who the little girl in that picture in your wallet is?” I did my best to control the fidgeting my body was now experiencing.

Alan flipped over the plastic and gazed lovingly at the picture. “That’s my daughter Danielle.” His finger brushed over it and I can tell he was reliving a fond memory.

Danielle. That’s my name. I only go by Ellie now. I wanted to distance myself from everything my family was, and that included my name. “I didn’t know you had a child?”

“I don’t.” Alan took out two twenties and closed his wallet. “She’s someone my wife and I tried to adopt a long time ago, I don’t even remember what her last name was.” He grabbed his bags. “I’ll see you next week.”

Interesting. It didn’t even register that he was leaving. I pondered for a moment and then looked up. “Alan!” I chased him down to the automatic doors.

“Yes.” Alan turned to face me. “Did I forget something?”

“Um.” I really wanted to know more but didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Finally I just blurted out what I would’ve said to any man I would ask out. “Want to get dinner sometime?” I admit the words were right, but it wasn’t nearly as provocative as it should have been. It definitely screamed ‘desperate’ and all I really wanted was information.

Alan was caught completely by surprise. “Okay.” He drew out the word, unsure of what to make of my request. “What day is good for you?”

“Friday is the best day, but I work until six.” What am I getting myself into?

“I’ll pick you up here at six.” Alan gave a slight smile and a nod as he left.

The next five days were nerve racking. My emotions went from ‘he could have been my Dad’ to ‘I hope he’s not a serial killer’. Truth tends to be somewhere in the middle. It has to be, right?

Friday at six, I was in the employee restroom, staring at myself in the mirror. It occurred to me that I had no idea where we were going tonight. I was wearing black hip hugging jeans and a red short sleeve blouse. I hope I’m dressed correctly. I took a couple deep breaths.

“Ellie, are you back here?” My boss, Mr. Ford called into the back room.

“In the bathroom.” I answered without looking away from the mirror.

“Just letting you know there’s some man out here asking for you. Are you expecting someone?”

“Let him know I’ll be right there.” I took one more deep breath. “I can do this.”

I came to the front of the store and Alan stood there in a white button down shirt, with the top two buttons undone, with black slacks and black suit jacket. I was underdressed.

“These are for you.” Alan handed me a bouquet of yellow tulips. “Tulips mean you have a wonderful smile and I wanted you to know I enjoy yours every Monday night.”

I inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. Other than a corsage on prom night, this is the first time I have received flowers from a man. “Do I need to go home and change? Am I dressed okay?”

“You look great, really. Anyways, we wouldn’t make our reservation if you did.” Did he say reservation? “You may have to forgive me; it’s been a while since I’ve been out on a …out with someone, so I may have over done it.”

“Nonsense.” I hooked my arm in his and smiled. “A girl likes to be spoiled.” We went to his car, an Infiniti and he held the door open for me, another first for me. It wasn’t supposed to be a date and I didn’t have the heart to set the record straight. Besides, he has already done more for me in ten minutes than any guy I’ve ever been out with. Flowers, reservations, and he didn’t show up in rags. Maybe I need a man, not a boy. Could Alan be the person from my dream? If so, do I mention the picture?

Dinner was amazing as we went to a restaurant that didn’t have prices on the menu. I don’t even know what I ordered, but it was delicious. Our conversations started with the typical let’s get to know each other questions like what do you do, he’s some sort of mathematics genius and what am I studying in school. I found out he was 32, making a twelve year age difference. Once we got past the usual, we really hit it off. We then made our way to the dance floor and stayed there for a few songs. He was so graceful on his feet. He spun me, dipped me, and moved my body to his liking. I felt like I was on one of those dancing shows. Afterwards, we went to an ice cream shop. Now he was overdressed. When we reached my apartment, he again opened the car door for me and walked me to my entrance e way. A girl can get used to this.

“I had a really great time tonight, thank you.” I gazed at him.

“It was a wonderful evening.” escort Alan slowly leaned in, put his hands on my hips, and kissed me.

The kiss was full of feeling. It spoke of passion without the sexual undertones. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before. Every kiss prior, the guy was either nervous or overly aggressive; meaning all he wanted was to get laid. Alan’s was soft and sensuous. His kiss was also too short. Not really, but I would have stood there all week to hold on to that feeling.

“Goodnight.” Alan softly declared before leaving.

I leaned against the wall, unable move, not really wanting to, just basking in whatever it is I’m feeling. If my roommates weren’t home, I would’ve asked him in where we’d continue kissing and then go to my bedroom and…” I shuddered at the thought as the front door opened, disrupting my reverie.

“Girl, where do I get me one of them?” Tracy pulled me inside with a laugh. “Spill it, and don’t leave out any of the juicy details on Mr. Handsome, Rich, and Great Kisser.”

Every Monday, Alan would now bring me flowers. He would wait until I got off work and drive me home. Whatever day I had off on the weekend, we would go out. Museums, operas, the theatre, I loved that he was so cultured. And every night he would leave me panting on my doorstep.

The night of our last date, the man in my dream had a face. It was Alan who caught me and held me tight. It was Alan who was smiling at me. It was Alan that made me feel safe and secure. It was Alan who loved me. And I knew I loved him.

We were on the way back from the park. It was a warm Saturday for autumn and he had planned a picnic as we enjoyed the fall foliage. It was another wonderful date.

“I’m ready.” I said with a smile. “I’ve been ready for a while now.”

“Ready for what?” Alan glanced at me briefly before focusing on the road.

“To see your place.” I put my hand on his upper thigh. “There is no way we would have privacy at my apartment.”

As soon as we entered his house, I attacked him, barely giving him a chance to close the door. I was kissing him hard as my hands reached for his belt.

“Not so fast.” Alan halted all movement of my hands with his.

I looked at him confused.

Alan picked me up in his arms. “Patience is a virtue.”

As Alan carried me to his bedroom, my smile returned. He laid me gently on the bed and kissed me as he does when we are on my doorstep. I wrapped my arms around his neck, knowing this time I won’t be left with my fingers to satisfy myself.

“I didn’t think I could feel this way again.” Alan put his hand to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek. “I love you Ellie.”

“I love you too Alan.” I couldn’t help the teardrop that cascaded down my cheek.

Alan kissed me as he removed my clothes, including an expert one handed unhooking of my bra, an impressive achievement in and of itself. He slowly descended to my neck, his lips caressing every square inch. In between kisses, he was removing his own attire, taking his time, adding to my seduction. My hands went to his bare chest and my excitement grew. He continued to slither south and, to my surprise, he didn’t just attack my nipples. He massaged my breasts with one hand while continuing to lightly peck all around. By the time he did give my nubs attention, they were sticking out in full force, begging for his touch. With a small flick of his tongue, they received it and I shivered at the contact. Alan progressed down my body and spent what seemed to be an eternity around my pelvic region and my upper thighs. My breathing was labored and my hips were moving like a magnet toward his lips. I desperately wanted to be touched.

Alan placed one of his hands on my stomach, stopping my movements. “Patience is a virtue.” He then went back to foreplay.

A virtue? I did not feel virtuous right now. The only thing that prevented me from turning him on his back and impaling myself was the thought that I wanted this. I wanted someone who would love me and Alan was definitely loving my body. I’m not sure what caused my orgasm, the thrust of his tongue into my folds or the built up anticipation right before, but that is the equivalent of arguing which came first, the chicken or the egg and I didn’t care. I was beginning to come down when he then sucked my clit causing me to spasm as if I were having a seizure, prolonging my euphoria. I have never felt anything like it before and I was finished playing his game. I flipped him on his back and straddled him.

“I see you liked that.” Alan’s face and tone had a playful mischief about them.

I answered by sinking myself to the hilt on Alan’s shaft and I damn near exploded again; he had me so pent up. I drove up and down with a vengeance, perhaps my revenge would be to leave his dick raw, but really, I was just filled with unbridled lust. Between him spearing his pole upward and me pounding down, we were in perfect harmony, only I was screaming and he was grunting kağıthane escort instead of singing. He released several more orgasms from my body before he erupted, causing my eyes to shut but still see fireworks exploding all around. With heavy breaths, fell atop his chest and he held me, the two of us still conjoined, not wanting to part. So this is how an experienced man makes love. My roommates will never date a college guy again when I tell them the joy Alan gave me.

I awoke the next morning, cuddled blissfully with Alan. After a few minutes, I carefully extricated myself from the bed. I didn’t want to, my bladder made me. Afterwards, I made a light breakfast for us to enjoy, eggs and bacon. I was astonished there wasn’t a coffee pot. I thought everyone drank coffee but the orange juice I found will suffice. I was heading to go wake up my new lover when I got side tracked looking at the pictures that were hung. I examined each one. Most were of Alan and Brianna in different stages of their life together. Their marriage photo looked like it came straight from a bridal magazine. I then came upon a picture of the three of us at a bookstore with Winnie the Pooh. This cemented it for me. I remember when I was a few years older than I was in the picture arguing with my Grandma that I indeed met Winnie the Pooh. She was adamant I never did and punished me for telling lies.

“You seem infatuated by that girl Ellie.” I jumped slightly as Alan wrapped his arms around me. “Good morning Sunshine.”

“Sunshine?” I melted into his arms.

“It’s your smile. More beautiful than a sunrise over an ocean.” Alan said sincerely and kissed the back of my neck. “If I ever see Danielle again, I’m going to have to thank her for her role in bringing you to me.”

“You already did.” I thought.

“What did you mean by that?” Alan replied.

Damn, did I say that aloud? Can I be any more stupid? “Um, nothing. I made breakfast, are you hungry?”

“Ellie, I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re not telling me something. Relationships have to be based on honesty and communication. If that is not possible…” Alan let his statement drift. I can see in his eyes that he did not want to finish that sentence.

“You’re right.” I looked toward the kitchen. “I’ll tell you over breakfast.”

We sat at the table, each with a plate, neither of us eating. “Before I explain, can you please tell me what you remember about her?”

Alan gave me an irritated look, but it dissipated to one of a slight smile as he sifted through the recollections he had. “Danielle was an energetic but kind girl. She loved Winnie the Pooh, though it came out as ‘Wimmie the Poop’. She liked books and, because of me, really got into sports. I would wear a baseball jersey when I watched the game and she was determined to wear one too. With Brianna’s help, she wore one of mine, tied in all different ways just so she wouldn’t fall down. She once told me the winning teams all won build a bears. It was adorable. Our favorite activity was when I would throw her in the air and catch her. She loved it.” Alan stared off in the distance at the memory.

I closed my eyes and pictured my dream. It was a reality. “So what happened to her?” My eyelids slowly lifted.

Alan’s head snapped back toward me. “Brianna and I were ready to have children, although she was twenty five and I was nineteen. However, we soon found we couldn’t so we tried being foster parents. Danielle was our first and after two years, we tried like hell to adopt her. Her Grandmother swooped in a week before the finalizing of the papers and said she would take her.” Alan shook his head. “She was a relative and received custody. After that episode, Brianna and I decided not to be foster parents anymore. It was too much heartache.” He took a deep breath. “Now I’ve answered your question, please answer mine. Why so intrigued?”

I felt bad for him to relive that pain, but I was grateful to know about my past. “I am Danielle.”

It took a moment to sink in as he stared blankly at first but then seemed to dissect every facial feature I have.

Alan stood. “Danielle.” He rushed to me and encompassed my body with his. “Danielle, it’s you.” He kissed me on top of the head, as a father would give a daughter.

I didn’t want this. Maybe before we started dating, but not now. “Alan.” I pushed him away slightly and forced him to look me in the eyes. “I’m not Danielle anymore. I’m Ellie and I love you.”

This may have shocked him more than my confession as thoughts of our consummation surely flowed through his mind. He appeared crestfallen. I couldn’t let that happen. I wanted him as my man, not a father. I lunged forward and kissed him. My arms were around his neck and I wasn’t letting go. A lifetime of moments passed and I was beginning to worry it all was over. I soon felt tentative hands grazing my back. I kissed harder and pulled tighter until finally his lips parted and I was in his full embrace.

“I thought I lost you there for a moment.” I said with a relieved smile as I finally broke the kiss.

“Almost Sunshine.” Alan lightly pecked my lips. “But I realized my feelings for you are greater than what a father daughter should be. I love you too Ellie.”

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