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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lovely show my pet, Master is pleased!”

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Merhaba seks hikaye okurları ben Eylül. 30 yaşında 70 kilo ağırlığında 173 boyunda dolgun kalçalara ve göğüslere sahip bir kadınım. Sizlere yeğenimle yaşadığım harika seks hikayemi anlatmak istiyorum. Yeğenim Mehmet 20 yaşında üniversite öğrencisi 1.80 boylarında yanından sevgilisi eksik olmayan kumral zamanında yüzme ve okçuluk gibi spor dalları ile uğraştığı için kaslı bir yapıya sahip bir genç. Evli olmama rağmen seks hayatım çok vasattı. Sıcak bir yaz günüydü ve Üzerimde göğüs uçlarımı belli eden bir t-shirt altımda ise şort vardı. Bir gün yeğenim Mehmet beni aradı ve birkaç günlüğüne bende kalıp kalamayacağını sordu. Kocam evde olmadığı için ne kadar isterse kalabileceğini söyledim. Mehmet üniversiteli olmasına rağmen hala onu dudaklarında öpüyorum ve her seferinde bana diklenen bir varlığı rahatlıkla hissedebiliyordum. Mehmet’le biraz sohbetten sonra eve yerleşmeye gaziantep escort başladı. Ancak yanlışlıkla çantasından prezervatif düşürdü kaptığım gibi sordum hemen. Yüzü kızardı hemen aldı elimden. Sonrasında utancından yerleşme hızını yavaşlatmış bir şekilde benden özür diledi bende önemli değil dedim. Birden o güne kadar Mehmet’e hiç bakmadığım bir gözle bakmaya başladım. Mehmet gün aralarında bana yavşamaya ve sürtünmeye başladı. Evde imkanlarımız sınırlı olduğu için gece birlikte yatmak zorunda kaldık. Yatağa yattıktan sonra biraz birbirimize bakakaldık ve uyduk benim uykum hafif olduğu için ikide bir kalkarım geceleyin uyandığım zaman Mehmet’i bana dayar halde uykuda buldum. Mehmet’in siki çok kalın ve büyüktü içimdeki tanga götümün arasına girmiş ve sikide onu bastırır halde duruyordu. Daha fazla dayanamadım şeytanın dürtüleri ve azgınlığım ile yapıştım sikine boxerını indirerek sikini yalamaya başladım boğazıma kadar rahatlıkla ulaşan ve boru kadar kalın siki çok güzel hissettiriyordu. Mehmet birden gözlerini açtı ve bana baktı bende ona baktım teyze ne yapıyorsun dedi. Daha sonra benim kafamı kaldırdı ve öpmeye başladı karşılık vermedim ve kendimi onun kollarına bıraktım. Deneyimli olduğu her halinden belliydi bende bir yandan onu soymaya başlamıştım. Mehmet’i soyunca her kadının hayali olan o güzelim karın kasları karşımda duruyordu. Bana çok güzelsin teyze hep senin hayalini kuruyordum dedi. Herhalde doğru kabloyu kesmiş olsam ki bir anda üzerimi çıkarıp göğüslerimi deli gibi sıkıp yalamaya başladı. Ben inliyordum çoktan orgazm olmuştum fakat o daha boşalmamıştı bile ön sevişme bittikten sonra çıkardı eşofmanlarımı beni domaltıp götüme şaplak atarak mıncıklamaya başladı. O beni mıncıklarken ben inlemelerime ara vermeden devam ediyordum. Mehmet Ah evet sik beni, kendi kadının gibi sik beni diyordum sonrasında tangamı çıkarıp amımı yalamaya başladı. O arada tam 3 defa orgazm olmuştum. Artık içime gir diye inliyordum. Oda peki tamam teyze giriyorum dedi bende artık bana teyze deme biz o kısmı geçtik dedim artık karı kocadan başka bir şey değiliz dedim. Mehmet daha sonra çıkardı sikini ilk değirdikten sonra tek bir hareketle tamamını soktu. Ben bir çığlık attıktan sonra çok güzel dedim. Mehmet ardında git gel yapmaya başladı. Deliler gibi sikiyordu aletinin tamamını kökledikten sonra içime boşaldı. Ağızım açık kalmıştı. Daha sonra beni tuttu ve köpek pozisyonuna getirip göt deliğime o koca sikini soktu normalde canımın acıyacağını düşünürken canımın yanmadığını fark ettim fakat ileri geri yapınca canım yanmaya başladı sonrasında git gide hızlanmaya ve beni inletmeye devam etti götüme attığı bir şaplak sonrasında seni seviyorum aşkım dedi ve boşaldı..

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Ben Serap. ilk defa aynı cinse alakalı olduğumu üniversiteye başladığım ilk yıllarda anladım. Daha üniversiteye başlayalı 2 hafta olmuştu evde 3 kız arkadaş yaşıyorduk. Ufak iki odalı bir daire Etilerde. Kız arkadaşımı arada sırada duşta çırılçıplak görmek bana çok zevk veriyordu.Öylesine ki her defasında onlar duştayken banyoya sanki bir şey bakıyormuşum gibi girip onları seyrediyordum. Bir gün videoda bir film seyrettikten sonra konu döndü dolaştı Lezbiyen ilişkilere geldi.Evde sadece Meralle beraberdik.Ona sanki doğal bir şeymişçesine,ben .iki kadının sevişmesinin zevkli olabileceğini kabul etmesini istedim. .Bana sen nerden biliyorsun ki dediğin de kalbim sanki duracaktı.Ben şimdiye kadar böyle bir ilişkiye girmedim ama girsem ilk önce senin gibi birisiyle bunu denemek isterdim dedim. Ama yüzümün kızardığını hissediyordum.Yavaşça kalktı sen çok toysun Serap demesin mi? NEDEN ki dedim. Akıllım biz Didem`le bir kaç kere yattık. Allahım bunu size nasıl anlatayım bilemiyorum ama inanın sanki birisi başımdan aşağı kaynar bir kova su döktü.Ben safın biriymişim üçümüz aynı evde yaşadığımız halde benim o ana kadar hiç bir şeyden gaziantep escort haberim olmadı. Çok şaşırdığımı görünce yanıma yaklaştı ve bana sarıldı.Her şeyi o anda unuttum, bende ona sarıldım.İnanın bu duyguyu tam olarak burada anlatmak imkansız birsey.İnanın o an kalbim yerinden çıkabilirdi.Bende sarıldım ama hala olayın şokundayımSanki benim büyüğüm birisiymiş gibi saçlarımı okşamaya başladı. Bende onun kilerini.İçimde kıpırdamalar başladı,Tanrım bu nasıl bir duygu. Neyse lafı fazla uzatmayayım,ne olduğunu anlamadan ikimizde birbirimizin kollarının arasındaydık.Ama birden sanki fırlarcasına yataktan kalktı. Ne olduğunu şaşırdım.Hızlı adımlarla odasına gitti.Acaba yanlış ne yaptım diye düşünüyorken birden,öbür odadan SERAAPPPP diye seslendiğini duyunca oraya geçtim. Odasına girdiğimde ağzım açık kaldı.Üstü çıplaktı, Ama ondanda önemlisi altında bir pantolon vardı. Yanıma gel dedi.Yaklaştım elimi tuttu. Memelerinin üzerinde gezdirdikten sonra,Elimi hiç ummadığım bir zamanda apış arasına götürdü.Ama,,ama,,ama. Aklım yerinde çıkacak sandım.Apış arasında gezen elimi eliyle yönlendiriyordu. Ama o elime gelen sertlik neydi,diye düşünürken fermuarını öbür eliyle açtığında gözlerime inanamadım.Orasına(amına) plastikten penis takmış olduğunu gördüm.
Böyle şeyleri,bir kaç kere sex dergilerinde görmüştüm ama gerçeğini ilk defa gördüm.İnanın şu an sanki o anı tekrar yaşıyorcasına heyecanlıyım.Eliyle çenemi tutup beni dudaklarına götürdü. O kadar istekli bir şekilde öpüyordu ki .Kendimden geçtim ama aklım hep,amına taktığı şeydeydi. Böyle bir şeyi ilk defa yaşıyordum.O an yaşadığım duyguları tam olarak anlatmak için doğru kelimeleri seçmek ne kadar güç olduğunu belki siz anlayamazsınız. Uzun öpüşmelerden sonra kendimi artık tamamen ona vermeye hazırdım.Çünkü o bu işi çok iyi biliyor ve bütün olayı o yönlendiriyordu.Ama o anda .Sen küçük bir orospusun değil mi?.demesin mi.Beynimden vurulmuşa döndüm. Ağzımı açıp bir şeyler söylemek istedim.Ama onun bu beklemediğim davranışı.Beni öylesine sarstı ki cevap veremedim bir an.Ne olduğunu şaşırdım.O an yüzüme birde tokat atması bardağı taşıran son damla oldu birden kendime  geldim. Beni tekrar şaşırttıTanrım, ne yapmaya çalışıyorsun. der demez eliyle ağzımı kapattı. Sustum.O an yüksek sesle .Üstünü çıkart KALTAK. diye bağırdı.Ağzımı bile açmadan her dediğini yapıyordum. Üstümde sadece donum olmadığı halde siyah eteğim kaldı.Tam onu da çıkarmak üzere ellerimi eteğime götürdüğümde.Ellerimi tutu. Eğildi,memelerimin uç kısmını elleriyle biraz ovuşturduktan sonra ağzına götürdü. Ohhh tanrım dualarım kabul olmuştu.Öylesine bir duyguydu ki bu içimi göğüslerimden gelen bir sıcaklık kapladı.Öylesine ustaca bir emişi vardı ki.Sanki bulutların üzerindeydim.Sol elini arka tarafıma götürüp götümü okşamaya başladığında artık,dilimi ısırmamda fayda vermiyordu.Kendime hakim olamadan inlemeye başladım.Yavaşça doğrulup, sağ eliyle başımı tutup ağzımı sol memesine götürdü. Emme sırası bana gelmişti.Evet belki bebekken annemin memelerini emmişimdir ama bu öylesine değişikti ki.Ona bana verdiği gibi zevk vermek için olanca gücümle emmeye başladım. Dilimi memelerinin üzerinde onun bana yaptığı gibi gezdirmeye başladım. Arada yavaş acıtmadan yap,dedikçe onun söyledikleri doğrultusunda dilime ve dudaklarıma yön veriyordumEVET BAK ÖĞRENİYORSUN. dediğinde,sanki üniversiteyi birincilikle bitirmişçesine mutluydum.

 

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ismim demet 22 yaşında esmer 170 boyunda 50 kiloda evli bir kadınım, evleneli yaklaşık olarak 3 yıl olacak ve 3 yıldır kocamla aramızda pek öyle önemli bir kavga olmamıştır, aramız çok iyi ve çok huzurlu bir evliliğimiz var , aslında bu evliliğin bu derece huzurlu olması tamamen benim bazı olaylara sessiz kalmam, bilemiyorum sessizlik yerine olan biteni kocama anlatsam daha mı iyi olur, yoksa böyle devam etmek mi bizim için daha iyi, buna tam karar verebilmiş değilim,
kocamla görücü usülü evlendik, kocamı beni istemeye gelmeden daha önce hiç görmemiştim ilk defa beni istemeye geldikleri gece tanıştık, normal bir konuşma geçirdik, normal olarak havadan sudan bir sohbetti, ben bu iş olmaz diye beklerken , ertesi gün kocamın babası bize tekrar geldi, yalnız ve sadece misafir olarak öyle sohbet amaçlı bir ziyaretti bu, sürekli gözü benim üzerimde her hareketimi izliyordu , bende bu davranışını gelin olarak beni düşündüğü için sanmıştım, ama aslında öyle değilmiş,
kayın babanım bana olan ilgisini düğün gecesi öğrentim, düğün sırasında odamda beklerken birden odama girdi ve bana iltifatlar yağdırmaya başladı, çok güzel biri olduğumu , her erkeğin aklını başından alacağımı falan söyledi , hatta beker olsaymış oğlu yerine kendine alacakmış beni, aynen gaziantep escort bunları söyledi , o gece gerdeğe o şokla girdim , sürekli aklım fikrim orda olduğu için o gece olan bitenden de pek bir zevk alamamıştım,
düğünümüz oldu , gerdek gecemiş yaşandı ve herşey durulmuştu ki , iki hafta falan sonra evde kocam yokken kayın babam bize misafirliğe geldi, gelinim nasılsın , neler yapıyorsun diyerek içeri girdi , bende iyiyim baba sen nasılsın , kahve içermsin dedim ve kahve yapmak için mutfağa gittim , çok geçmeden arkamdan kayın babam da geldi ve mutfaktaki sandalyeye oturup beni izlemeye başladı,
sonra bana düğün gecesi seninle yaptığımız konuşmayı hatırlıyormusun diye sordu, yok hatırlamıyorum diye yalan söyledim , çünkü tekrar öyle bir konuşma kaldıracağımı zannetmiyorum, o hatırlamadıysan tekrarlayalım dedi ve yine bana asılmaya başladı, çok güzel biri olduğumu söylüyordu ve çok seksi bir kadın olduğumu, kocamla neler yaptığımızı, her gece yapıp yapmadığımızı, çocuk düşünüp düşünmediğimiz falan soruyordu , derken birden gerdek gecesinden konu açtı ve o gece neler yaptınız, canın çok acıdımı, acımadıysa neden acımadı, bakire değilmiydin falan filan bir sürü sapık şeylerden söz ediyordu, bense hiç ona yüzümü dönmeden kahveyle ilgileniyordum , göz ucuyla kısa bir süre bakmak istedim ne yapıyor diye,
elini sikinin üzerine koymuş hem benimle konuşuyor hem sikini okşuyordu, birden korkuyla kahveyi yere döktüm ve koşarak banyoya gidip temizlik bezini getirdim , leke daha fazla kilim de durup orda kalmasın diye biran önce temizlemem gerekiyordu ve elimdeki bezle eğilip kilimi silmeye başladım, yüzümü kayın babama dönemiyordum o yüzden arkamı döndüm ve yeri silmeye başladım, bir kaç saniye sonra arkama geçti ve kalçalarımdan tutarak yardım etmemi istermisin dedin , bende elini kalçalarımdan çekerek yok baba teşekkür ederim , ben hallederim dedim ,
ama o bir süre sonra tekrar kalçalarıma elini koydu , iki eliyle kalçalarımı tamamen kavramış okşuyor ve bırak bende yardım edeyim diyordu, ben hayır dedikçe eli birazdaha amıma yaklaşıyor ve beni birazdaha tahrik ediyordu, biliyordum yaptığımız şey çok yanlıştı ama orda bir olay çıkartmam belkide evliliğimin bitmesiydi o yüzden göz yumdum bazı şeylere ve ses çıkartmadım , ben ses çıkartmadıkça kayın babam daha sertleşiyor ve elini amıma iyice sokmaya başlıyordu,
dayanamadmı ve baba yapma artık oğlun gelecek birazdan bizi böyle görürse mahvaluruz dedim oda bana merak etme o bizim evde bir iki saate kadar gelemez , annesinin yanında dedi ve eliyle amımın üzerine adeta yağıştırmış ve okşıyordu, karşı koymaya çalıştıkça üzerime geliyordu , bir süre beni orda yeri silerken okşadı ve artık gözlerim kapanmaya başlamıştı , kendimden geçmek üzereydim ,
sonra bir anda beni yere yatırdı ve üzerime çıktı , altımdaki eteği yukarı doğru kaldırdı ve külotumu dizlerime kadara sıyırdı , ben elimden geldiği kadar karşı koymaya çalışıyordum ve baba lütfen yapma ben senin gelininim diyordum ama ben dinlemiyordu , külotumu aşşağı indirdikten sonra sikini acuvuna aldı ve baş kısmını amımın üzerinde gezdirmeye başladı , son gücümle baba lütfen içime girme, bunu yapmanı istemiyorum dedim ama onu dememle babamın içime girmesi bir olmuştu,
onu içimde hissettiğim an zaten kendimi bıraktım ve artık ne olacaksa olsun dedim , babam beni mutfakta, o kahve dökülmüş kilimin üzerinde içime defalarca girip çıktı, karşı koyamıyordum ve oda beni karşı koyamadığım için altına aldı, sanki karısını sikiyormuş gibi beni sikti, gelinini..

on dakika ya sürdü ya sürmedi , sonrası sikini çıkartıp amımın üzerine boşaldı, amımın üzeri ve kilim hep kayın babamın dölüne bulanmıştı, işini bitirip üzerimden kalktığında kulağıma yaklaşarak “seni oğlumla neden evlendirdim zannediyorsun” dedi , bu sözün sonrasında o an anlamıştım ki babamın benim içime ilk girişiydi ama son olmayacaktı..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mercy, you squeeze hard!

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, oh… yes, yesss,” you purr.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-F-F-FUCK, Y—E, SSS.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hell yeah it was,” I chip in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmhmm,” I respond.

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

“Yes Angel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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// Thank you to everyone who left a comment and emailed me with kind words and encouragement to continue this story. I want to thank an anonymous commenter – you know who you are – in particular that reminded me just how unsatisfying it was to have a story you’re following be left unfinished. This inspired me to get back to writing Jared’s Just A Friend as well as several other stories. Please enjoy this next iteration, told from Jared’s perspective. //

The pain shooting through my leg woke me before the sun this time. A long groan escaped my lips as I realized why. I’d always had a difficult relationship with sleep – either tossing and turning before giving up on it or if I did sleep it was fitful. Tonight was no different; somehow I had flip-flopped around enough to painfully entangle my injured ankle in my blankets. I gingerly pulled my legs from beneath them when a large hand suddenly clasped my shoulder. My skin broke out in a cold sweat as I flinched away.

“Stop!” I heard my voice echo against the wall in front of me.

The hand quickly drew back. I craned my head over my shoulder to make out a looming figure with his hands raised in surprise.

“Who’s there?” I demanded.

“It’s just me: Josef. You okay?”

My shoulders dropped in relief, only for it to quickly be replaced with embarrassment for my outburst.

“Yeah, well, no actually. My ankle is caught in my sheets.” I replied sheepishly.

“Oh shit, okay, stay still and I’ll get it for you. I’m getting on the bed, okay?”

I nodded as I felt the bed dip beneath his weight. I stiffened slightly from the feel of his hands brushing the top of my thigh up to my hip, searching for the edge of the blankets. Beneath the tension I felt at Josef touching me, a flutter began in my stomach. I was only wearing a tank top and boxers, and his hand’s warmth seeped in immediately. Once his left hand found the edge of the blankets, the right navigated to my ankle. He gently extricated my legs from the twisted mess.

“Okay, got it. I’ll help you turn over.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Josef gently held the area above my ankle and slowly flipped me onto my back. I pulled one of my pillows from under me and held it up.

“It probably would’ve helped if I had it elevated before bed.”

Josef chuckled and took the pillow, stuffing it firmly beneath my ankle. His bare knee brushed my thigh as he did so. I felt my skin tingle where we touched. “Yeah, it would’ve. How’s the ankle?”

“Hurts. Mind giving me some of those pain meds?”

“Of course.” He pulled away and the room felt colder in his absence. I heard him move in the direction of where I left them on my desk. He paused somewhere in the middle.

“Hey, could you turn on your flash?”

Oh, yeah,” My hand flew to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. The cracks beneath my fingers were an instant Ankara escort reminder. “Oh, wait-“

“Right, it’s fucked up. Um, okay, let me see if I can- Ow!”

I sat up on my elbows to peer at his shadowy figure. He was doubled over cradling his right knee.

“Shitty fucking chair…” he mumbled not so quietly. I felt a chuckle burst out before I could stop it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh but… I’m surprised this is the first time you bumped into it. Mike constantly battled that thing at night.” I had lost count of how many nights my restful moments were interrupted by my dorm mate knocking into the chair he somehow always forgot to put back in place.

“It’s alright, I’m alright, I just need…” I heard him fumbling by the other desk before a blinding light illuminated the room. I grimaced and shut my eyes tight until the stinging abated.

“Sorry, sorry, I should’ve said I was going to do that!”

“It’s okay, it’s either that or you go a second round with the chair,” I chuckled.

After a moment I opened my eyes and felt my cheeks warm. Josef had set the phone face down on my desk so the flash illuminated the room. It lit his leaning profile, sans the shirt he’d been sleeping in, artfully. My eyes flitted from his firm pecs down to his tight abs. His biceps danced as he rooted through the med kit we’d brought home. I drew my gaze back to his stubbly face, expecting to find his brows furrowed with concentration, only to find our gazes locked. My eyes widened as an amused smile came over his face.

“Like what you see?”

Words stuck in my throat as I quickly looked away. My face caught fire as Josef laughed. He came to sit next to me, setting his phone on my nightstand, and the butterflies kicked up in my belly at seeing his toned body up close. I couldn’t deny that I had been checking him out even before now, but I wasn’t going to admit it so easily. He held his hand out in my field of vision with two pills resting in his palm. I accepted them as he cracked open the water bottle on my nightstand and offered that as well. With a quick gulp, they were gone and I laid back down, pulling the covers up to my chin.

“Thank you,” I said meekly.

“You’re welcome,” he responded with a chuckle. “You know, the pillow will help, but I’m not so sure you’re gonna stay in place. And we definitely don’t want to risk your ankle getting caught like that again.”

“Yeah…”

His eyes danced with mischief as he smiled down at me. “Maybe I should sleep here, y’know, just in case. I’ll make sure you don’t toss and turn too much.”

We locked eyes at that. I could tell he was testing the waters and would’ve been lying if I said it wasn’t thrilling. Part of me knew that it was a bad, bad idea but the other part of me that had been pining for him the moment I saw him was starting Ankara escort bayan to win out. He did make a good point, after all, getting my ankle twisted in the sheets hurt like hell and if it happened once, it could happen again.

“Well… You might be right. I guess I sleep a little wilder than I thought.”

His smile widened, revealing a dimple I hadn’t noticed before. He turned briefly to turn off the flash on his phone, plunging the room into blackness. My heart started to pound almost instantly. He pulled the covers up to slip beneath them then he gently scooted closer until I could feel his muscled form right next to me. His skin was much softer than I expected, his warmth quickly seeping into me.

“I hope you don’t mind…” He said as his arm came up and slid beneath my neck, pulling me closer until my head was practically resting on his chest. “But this will make it easier to keep you in place.”

“Okay,” I squeaked out.

He laughed at that, a deep rumble that vibrated from his chest to my body. His hand came to rest on my shoulder and pulled me in a little tighter. His heart beat strongly under me. Slowly, I was melting against him. His fingers lightly stroked my skin. My eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and before I knew it, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight,” He whispered.

I hummed in response. I thought I felt his lips ghost over my forehead before I fell asleep completely but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t care either. It had been a long time since I was able to fall asleep so quickly and I knew it was going to be a good one at that.

In the morning Josef was still there; I had half expected him inviting himself into my bed to have been a dream. I felt more relaxed and cozy than I could remember. I took a moment to just observe him: he was even more handsome at this angle than I thought.

His thick, dark eyebrows shadowed eyes lined with the longest eyelashes I had seen on a man. They fanned over high cheekbones and a sloping nose that led to his partially parted plump lips. His deep tan skin was smooth and looked silky soft in the morning light. I watched my hand on his firm chest rising and falling, resisting the urge to feel the rest of his impressive physique. Suddenly it registered he had very little body hair, but there was stubble, so I could tell it was by choice. My thumb stroked the little hairs on his chest, unconsciously going lower and lower until I could feel his abs beneath his skin.

A burning began in the pit of my stomach at having my hand so close to the waistline of his sweats. My eyes flitted past his belly and widened in shock as I noticed he was starting to get hard. I quickly looked back up to find he still seemed to be deeply asleep. When I turned my gaze again he was already sporting an impressive tent. I bit my lip Escort Ankara in contemplation. Before I could think about it any further, I reached to pull the covers away so I could get a better look. To my surprise, his hardening dick had pulled his sweats taut enough to grant a glimpse at its base. I felt the burning in my stomach creep lower at the sight of how thick he was. It seemed to be an average length but it was clear he would be more than big enough to leave an impression. I let myself imagine for a moment whipping his pants down and finding out how much of him I would be able to take in my mouth. My dick got even harder thinking about his moans as I slipped more and more of his cock down my throat before he eventually tangled his fingers in my hair and forced it in completely. My hole twitched at the thought of him pulling out and flipping me onto my back, only to make me hold my legs open for him as he pressed that monster against it.

A groan escaped my lips and snapped me back to reality. I realized I’d been humping against his thigh and my hand was dangerously close to the object of my daydream. I peered at his face, sighing with relief at seeing he was still asleep. The only change was that his brows were slightly furrowed and his lips parted further, his breathing was deeper too. It took a second to register he was probably dreaming, and if the burgeoning tent in his pants was any indication, it was a good one. A sigh escaped his lips and I watched as his hips undulated lightly. It felt wrong to watch Josef in such a vulnerable state but I couldn’t look away. The hand on his belly snaked between us to slip beneath the band of my boxer to slowly stroke my hard cock. I greedily took in the sight of his lightly flexing abs and his hardon sliding against the fabric of his sweats. My breathing became more labored to match his.

More moans escaped his plump lips as he went on, fueling the fire claiming my body; his skin on mine sending tingles straight to my loins. I wanted so badly to free my dick from its constraints but knew I’d feel even guiltier than I already did if I went that far. I kept at that for a moment, just listening to his breathy sighs of pleasure and holding in my own – watching a wet spot form in his sweats as I smeared my own precum around the hot head of my dick. After a moment I noticed he was saying something and froze in my spot. I craned my neck to get closer to hear him better.

“Hmmm…” He moaned. “Mmm… Sh… Shawn… Mmmm…”

Pure mortification filled my body as the name clicked in my head: Shawn, his ex. Tales from David of their love and break-up filtered through my mind. I drew my hands out of my boxers and slowly worked to extricate myself from his embrace. The hand on my shoulder tightened briefly before releasing me as I rose.

It took some maneuvering to get out of bed and gingerly make my way over to my crutches, all the while occasionally peeping at Josef to make sure I didn’t wake him. I felt so ashamed at what I’d just done. The room felt stifling and hot as I quietly got dressed. I didn’t know where I was going but I knew I couldn’t stay another second in that room.

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I’m Michelle, a 28-year-old woman, bisexual, blondish, five foot six inches, and in good shape. People say I am cute and good-looking. I do get a lot of attention.I have been in the lifestyle for six years. It started as an interest in being with a woman sexually. I had been with boys before, so I was no virgin, but the thought of being with a woman excited me. While I still thought I might be a great tennis player in school, I became involved with my coach and formed a strong relationship with her. After being with her for a while, I expressed an interest in knowing how a threesome might feel, so she introduced me to the couple I now know very well.I am very close with this wonderful couple, Mark and June, whom I met about six years ago. We are on the light side of the lifestyle. I mainly enjoy swingers’ private parties with this couple and a trusted group of friends of theirs and mine.A few weeks ago, during a conversation with them, the topic came up again of partying with three men. I had never experienced it before but had been excited pondering it recently. Just my being the sole focus of three men’s sexual desires turned me on. The thought of bringing three men to orgasm also aroused me so much.I could tell Mark was excited as he was squirming in his chair. He suggested a party with him and two friends I knew. Naturally, I jumped at the suggestion but with butterflies in my stomach. Being on the slightly shy side and more sub than dom in the bedroom, I was also fairly nervous. Would they like me? Would I be sexy enough for them? Would I be able to satisfy them? Would three men overwhelm me, and would I be too nervous about performing? Despite the nervousness, I could feel myself getting wet at the thought that this might really happen – just me and three men alone. I had been at parties and had multiple men but never before in a setting like this – I was looking forward to it.It was all set up for Saturday night. I wore a pretty peasant skirt, an almost translucent blouse, and nothing else as per Mark’s instructions. He always told me it was very erotic, knowing I was without underwear – bare under my outer clothes. We met at Mark’s house and had a couple of drinks. We chatted about prior parties with their spouses and about what they had watched me do. Luke said he found it very erotic watching me have my ass taken while in a sixty-nine with a woman. His description brought back memories of that night and wetness began to seep between my legs. They also talked about possible later scenarios with me, but not too detailed. I didn’t worry about any of it as I knew that Mark would never want me to do anything I didn’t want nor let me be hurt. It excited me greatly, listening to their talk about what they watched me do at parties and what they would like to do with me during the night.The sexual flush that crept up from my chest to my neck and face and neck signaled my excitement and readiness. Mark saw this and pulled me into him, put his hands on my shoulders, and guided me to my knees. I knew he wanted me to suck his cock. As the others watched, I nervously began to unbutton his trousers.I could see he had a bulge already, and his semi-hard cock was peeking out of the waistband of his shorts. The irregular breathing of Luke and John was evident while sitting in chairs watching. I, too, was breathing heavily, as much from nervousness as from excitement. Knowing I was being watched and about to take Mark’s cock in my mouth just felt so exciting. A nice semi-hard cock popped out when I pulled Mark’s boxers down. Resting my arms on Mark’s thighs to steady my nerves, I gently cupped his balls and licked the length of his semi-hard cock many times. He grew to full hardness in my mouth. His excitement matched my wetness as I looked at him staring down at me and smiling.I continued to suck on Mark as my skirt was pushed to the side and a hand started Anadolu Yakası Escort rubbing my now soaking slit. Mark pulled out of my mouth as John lifted off my blouse. I was gently guided back onto Mark’s cock as my pussy, breasts, and nipples were being caressed. I took him deep into my mouth now. Being fondled and stimulated by three men this way was a new and sensual experience. Luke telling me what a sweet ass I had and what he was going to do to me later made me shiver as I became soaked. Telling me what a good girl I was and commenting on my rock-hard nipples and how pretty my tits were, further soaked me. A comment on my sucking technique made me giggle, which resulted in a bit of a nervous laugh all around. A finger entered my pussy and began gently rubbing my wetness onto my hard clit in little circles. My excitement made me increase my rhythm sucking Mark’s hard cock. Luke now inserted a couple of his large, long fingers into me and began rubbing my G-spot. John moved from playing with my breasts to pushing his finger slowly up my ass. Those combined sensations made me cum so hard squeezing Luke’s fingers. An engulfing wave of pure pleasure caused my whole body to shiver and shake. My spasming pussy pulsed on Luke’s fingers as I experienced the first very intense orgasm of the night. I had to pull Mark’s cock out of my mouth as I gasped, but he pulled me back onto him, which made my orgasm even more intense. I just renewed my sucking of Mark while I let the waves of orgasm sweep over me. Luke and John sat back down and watched me shudder and shake through my orgasm. All traces of nervousness were now gone – I was in the moment. Mark was telling me how they would make me cum all night long. His cock head was swelling in my mouth as he grabbed my shoulders and held me tight. He began to stiffen up and grunt while he told me what a great girl I was. This triggered his orgasm, filling my mouth with his warm and tasty cum. It was one of the largest loads he had ever gushed into my mouth. I was super excited and almost had another orgasm just swallowing it all and seeing how excited I had made him.Luke turned my head to face his large cock as Mark’s popped out of my mouth. It was two inches longer than Mark’s, with a large red mushroom-like head and darker along the shaft. He also was very trimmed around his balls and cock. John was now stroking himself. The air of sexual excitement in the room was palpable. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take all of Luke’s cock in my mouth, so I licked it a lot and got his head inside my mouth while stroking him rapidly. His breathing became deeper and he kept a large hand on the back of my head and would pull me further into him the more excited he got. I could feel his cock head pulsing and swelling even larger as he leaked lots of precum. Right before he came, he held his breath and then gushed a flood in my mouth. Spurt after spurt hit my palette, and when he finally stopped cumming, he let out a loud sigh of relief. My mouth was so full of his cum, I had a hard time swallowing it all. But their words still echoed in my brain – I was a good girl and managed not to spill a drop. John was now super excited after watching Mark and Luke cum in my mouth. He quickly grabbed my head and put his cock to my lips. His was probably the smallest of the three at six inches but decently thick and beautiful. I could feel him twitch every time I bobbed up and down to the base of his veiny cock. John’s excitement meant that he only lasted about ten minutes before he grunted in relief. I have always enjoyed the salty and slightly metallic taste of cum – he was sweeter than the other two. It was an unbelievable erotic experience, having swallowed the large cum loads of three men while on my knees. What also greatly excited me was just how much each of them was so turned on Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan that they hardly gave me a moment’s rest – I couldn’t remember when there wasn’t a cock in my mouth.By now my mouth needed a rest. But I was absolutely soaked and eagerly waiting to see what was next. I was helped to the bedroom on slightly wobbly legs. Mark and Luke were already hard again in anticipation of what they were going to do. I watched them each get undressed. I was amazed as I slipped out of my skirt that it had never come off despite all their hands on me. Completely naked, I now climbed onto the bed.Mark arranged me on all fours on the bed. At home earlier, I had made sure that I was totally smooth in preparation for tonight which came as a relief when John commented on how smooth and glistening my pussy looked.Luke, the biggest of the three, put on a condom as agreed and climbed behind me. He thrust into me fully, suddenly, and deeply. Even though I was soaking and very open, I still felt my pussy being stretched by his girth. I had actually been with him before with his wife, but he had only made love to me once. Probably because he was so excited this time, his cock felt so much bigger now. I could actually feel his large head exquisitely rubbing the ribs of my G-spot, making me squirm. Luke used his large cock to open me up over and over – taking it out fully and then thrusting in fully. I felt that first stretching sensation every time he thrust into me. I was anticipating every thrust when Mark put his cock in my mouth. He began thrusting in my mouth in sync with Luke’s thrusts. I was being doubly impaled each time they thrust into me in sync. Gradually the pace quickened, making me very aware of just how I was being used in such an exciting way. Mark was so turned on by this synchronized pounding that he just couldn’t stop himself from exploding in my mouth. It was very unexpected and I gasped in surprise. He usually lasts much longer after cumming once. My surprise at his obvious excitement caused my own orgasm to rise as Luke was still pounding me hard. I started cumming and just gushed a flood. Every time a new wave hit me, my back would arch up and I would moan or almost scream. I couldn’t believe how excited I was. How much I wanted even more – I just wanted never-ending pleasure. I never squirt but I do get incredibly soaked and could feel streams running out of me.Luke saw how strong my orgasm was and pulled out of me to allow me to stop shivering and have a quick drink. When I got my breath back, John came around to face me and gently pulled me to his cock to start sucking him. I somewhat lazily sucked him as I still continued to recover from my latest intense orgasm.I saw Mark give Luke a bottle of lube and felt a lubed finger entering my little asshole. My sphincter was further stretched and lubed as two fingers entered me and then three fingers. Luke asked John to pull out of my mouth while he slowly opened up my sphincter with his large cock. somewhat uncomfortably at first because of his large size, he entered me, little by little. I gradually relaxed. He was able to bury his full shaft inside my ass, penetrating me completely. I felt entirely stuffed and the pressure was intense. He then slowly pulled out all the way which caused me to gasp from his absence but then immediately and slowly penetrated me fully again. This time it was less painful when he bottomed out. This he repeated several times, each time with more speed and more determination. He built up a nice pace powerfully thrusting himself deep inside my now relaxed butt. By now there was no pain and I could feel a new and different type of deeper orgasm building. As I got more used to it, John held my head and pushed fucked my mouth with his cock. I came instantly with a much more profound orgasm. I didn’t buck or yell Escort Anadolu Yakası as much, but it was a deeply erotic feeling as I sucked and licked John’s cock with as much vigor as I could manage. In the middle of my orgasmic waves, Luke pulled my hips hard into him and held me tightly as he grunted and shot another huge load inside my ass.While I was shivering in the throes of orgasm, John grabbed a condom, lubed it, and moved Luke to one side while he entered my ass without difficulty. I didn’t feel as full with John as I had with Luke but it was still a wonderful feeling as he took my ass with a nice and continuous rhythm. He then lay back on the bed with his cock up my ass and pulled me back onto him. Mark looked at my swollen and inviting pussy, looked me in the eye, and gave me a wicked, lustful grin. He climbed on the bed and penetrated me in one sudden thrust. Two cocks, one in each hole, gave me an incredibly full feeling. Their pace picked up and I began shivering and bucking as I came hard over and over again. My erratic breathing just about kept me conscious. My spasming sphincter pulsing on John’s cock caused him to cum hard with a small yelp. On top of my pulsing spasms, I could feel his cock twitching with each spurt of cum. When he pulled out, Mark maneuvered under me to get his larger cock up my ass stretching me further. Luke thrust his even larger cock deep into my pussy. This was the fullest feeling of the night. Although a lot of pressure, I found the slight initial pain of having so much cock in me to be such an overwhelming experience. The eagerness with which each of them wanted to fuck me made me really feel special. They pounded me for a good fifteen minutes just using me as their wonderful sex toy before both came together. That pressure from two cocks buried in me was ramped up again when Mark’s hot cum flooded my ass and Luke’s hot cum gushed in my pussy. The pressure was released somewhat when I orgasmed yet again. My stomach muscles and sides now ached from the number of times I had tightened up while coming. Yet I felt wonderful with Mark’s cum oozing out of my ass making me feel so used.I was now wobbly jelly, quivering all over, and my legs could hardly hold me up. I made a quick unsteady run to the bathroom to recover and clean up a bit. Mark and Luke were already sitting in chairs facing the bed when I came back into the room. They had me get on all fours and face them. They told me they were all going to cum on me one more time as a dessert show for them. John got behind me and began to take me in the ass while they watched and stroked themselves. Looking Mark in the eye and seeing his lustful desire for me while John pounded my ass was very erotic. John lasted a while but as he was about to cum, he pulled out, walked in front of me, and jerked off all over my face. Mark got behind me and also took me in the ass while the other two watched. When he was ready, he too came on my face. Luke followed suit!I was now covered in the cum of three men dripping down my hair, down my face, and off my chin. Feeling extremely sexy and so deliciously used, I had more orgasms but just lost count…nor did I worry about the amount as I was being used.Then Mark said he wanted to cum one more time. I started sucking him. It took a while, but he came, pulled out, and spurted all over my face and hair. I sat on the bed on all fours obediently waiting for them, submitting myself to their desires and craving the need to obey. John then replaced Mark in my mouth. Luke got behind me and started fucking my ass again. Both of them came within a couple of minutes of each other, with Luke covering my back and John cumming in my mouth.At this point, I was spent. Actually, I had a stitch in my side which caused us all to laugh a bit. But I felt so sexy and appreciated after being ravished by them. I was covered in cum and they were telling me how pretty I looked like that and how exciting I had been. It was very erotic just standing there nude as they got dressed and examined my body. Mark told me to put on my peasant’s skirt and nearly translucent top again and just wiped my face around my eyes to clear them. He took me home like this to his wife, June, covered in cum.

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