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Auntie and nephew, sixty-three-year-old Julie Leyland and thirty-year-old Glenn Vernon were now lovers and they were very likely to be spending a lot of time having sex together in the future.Glenn was divorced and living on his own in a flat, and Julie was divorced and living alone in a house and it had been suggested that Glenn not renew the lease on his flat, and move in with Julie.After Glenn had spent most of Saturday plus all of Saturday night with Julie, during which they had sex four times, no date had been fixed for their next meeting but it was always going to be soon.It was soon, on Monday early evening, Glenn phoned Julie.”Hi Julie, I wondered if it was convenient if I came round to see you for a couple of hours,” said Glenn.”Of course, you don’t need to ask,” replied Julie, anxious to have her nephew’s cock between her legs again.”I thought I should, you might have a guest,” said Glenn, who knew that Julie had had male visitors in the past.”As long as you and I are a thing, you will be the only one visiting me in that way, in fact, you might be living here,” said Julie, referring to the ongoing thoughts of Glenn moving in.”That is true, see you very soon,” said Glenn.He arrived at Julie’s house within thirty minutes and auntie and nephew kissed passionately.”Are you here for the night?” asked Julie.”No, got to be at work early tomorrow, but we can have two hours or so,” replied Glenn.”Better not waste time talking then, off to my bedroom young man,” laughed Julie.They got to Julie’s bedroom and rapidly they both got naked.There had been no oral play on Saturday, but now they got into a sixty-nine Maltepe Escort with Julie on top.Julie’s head bobbed up and down on Glenn’s erection as Glenn licked and sucked Julie’s clit and sticky cunt.Neither of them intended to take the other all the way orally, but both were getting close when the sixty-nine came to a stop.Adjusting positions had Julie on her back as Glenn’s rigid penis slid into her wet snatch, and the fuck started.It did not take many thrusts for Julie, very aroused by having her cunt licked, to start cumming, her doing that had Glenn thrusting faster and Julie soon cumming again.The energetic fucking continued until Glenn tensed and spurted his cum into his auntie’s vagina.They lay getting their breath back, occasionally kissing.”I think that I could get to like this,” laughed Julie.”Yeah, me too; I am very seriously thinking of moving in,” said Glenn.”That would be wonderful,” said Julie.”I could stay Friday and Saturday nights this week if that is okay with you,” said Glenn.”That is very okay with me,” responded Julie.”I think that I will have to spank your arse for fucking your nephew though,” chuckled Glenn.”And we can order a cane off the internet for your backside if you are going to keep shagging your auntie,” said Julie.”If we get a cane, it will not only be my backside that feels it,” warned Glenn.”My backside has not felt the cane for forty-six years,” said Julie.”You have been caned before?” said Glenn, wanting to know more.”Yeah, when I was seventeen the headmistress gave me six of the best for being rude to a teacher,” remembered Maltepe Escort Bayan Julie.”Wow! did it hurt?” said Glenn.”Of course it fucking hurt, it had supposed to; your mother took great delight in telling our mum and dad that her big sister had been caned,” remembered Julie.”What did grandma and grandad say?” asked an intrigued Glenn.”Dad didn’t say anything, but mum said that maybe it would do me some good because I was getting too big for my boots,” replied Julie.”And did it do you good?” continued Glenn.”It made me horny, I know that; I looked at the cane marks on my bum in my dressing table mirror that night, and lay face down on my bed and fingered myself to a great cum,” laughed Julie.”So you will get horny when I cane you then,” said Glenn.”Very likely; we will choose a cane at the weekend,” replied Julie.They talked some more and kissed some more, and then Glenn got dressed and left. He would be back in four days and they would have a lot of time together.They spoke and texted several times during the week, then it was Friday.Glenn arrived for his weekend with Julie, and they kissed and caressed but there was no urgency to get straight down to sex.Glenn took the things upstairs that he needed for the weekend, and then he and Julie sat together on the sofa having a coffee.”I saw your mum in town on Wednesday,” said Julie, who was certainly not close to her sister.”Did you? I haven’t seen her for a week or so,” said Glenn, who got on okay with his mother, but the attempt to live under the same roof as his mum and dad when he returned to town Escort Maltepe was not good for any of them.”I told her that you and I were fucking,” said Julie, with a straight face.”Shit! you didn’t did you?” said a shocked Glenn.”Of course not, she would have gone ballistic,” laughed Julie.”I will add to your spanking for shocking me like that,” said Glenn.”Talking of spanking, shall we look on the internet and order a cane now?” said Julie.”Yes, let’s do it,” agreed Glenn.Julie got her laptop and they searched the internet for an appropriate-looking cane. They decided on one and ordered it for delivery to Julie’s house.With that task done, and after some more talking and flirting, they started to think of bed.”Do you want me to tan your arse before or after we fuck?” asked Glenn.”Decisions, decisions,” chuckled Julie, who had been thinking during the week that the prospect of a spanking from her nephew was quite a turn-on.”Yeah, so which is it?” pressed Glenn.”Spanking first; I like the idea of a good fucking whilst I have a sore arse,” replied Julie.”You will get both wishes, a sore arse and a good fucking,” said Glenn, before they got into a snogging and groping session on the sofa.With them both very aroused, they went upstairs.They both got naked and prepared for bed, although it was not anticipated that any sleeping would be done for a while.”Right, let’s make your arse sore,” said Glenn, sitting on a chair in the bedroom, his penis erect.”Where are you going to put that thing?” asked Julie, pointing at Glenn’s arousal.”In your cunt soon, but you get over my lap and we will sort it out,” replied Glenn.Julie lay over Glenn’s lap, and after some adjusting and some giggling, Glenn’s erection was positioned where it would not harm him or Julie.Glenn placed his hand on Julie’s left buttock. To make it worthwhile and hopefully enjoyable for both of them, Glenn intended to give her a thorough spanking.

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THIS IS THE FOURTH IN A SERIES. THE FIRST IS FUCKED BY THE BOSS AND THE BOYS, THE SECOND IS FUCKED BY THE BOSS AND THE BOYS AGAIN, AND THE THIRD IS FUCKED BY THE BOYS – THE AFTERMATH

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No matter how much Gina tried to forget about it, her ass and cunt were sore. So they hadn’t fisted her. But it sure felt like whatever they shoved inside her had been more than she’d encountered before. Not that she was experienced in group fucking. Just her lousy husband who’d paid her father, married her in a quick ceremony and brought her to America. And now he was gone.

Thank God she still had her looks. Thank God boys like Joon and Larry and the others found her attractive. Fuckable, they called it. She was fuckable. Through the discomfort she smiled. And looked down at cute little Joon, sitting on the sunbed against her leg, his little cock swelling. Swelling at the thought of what he’d done to her, no doubt, what she’d let him do, what he wanted to do again. Joon, the virginal college boy who’d made her cum like a slut. And in front of her boss and the guys from work. Her parents would be appalled.

And now Larry had returned with some cream for her sore holes. If Joon was little Joon, then Larry was the gentleman, thinking of her welfare. Yet they’d both fucked her and where Joon had been small, Larry was big. He stood over her, his naked body shading her, his ample cock swinging in her face. Like he wandered around with his cock out and fucked older women every other day.

It had seemed only natural after her earlier gangbang, to pull on her thong panties and then with her breasts out, sit and talk with three nineteen year old college guys. As if she did that all the time. Fuck! As much as her cunt hurt she felt moist again just thinking about how wanton she’d been. Good Korean girls kept house Anadolu Yakası Escort and made kimchi. And good thirty four year old Korean girls like her didn’t open their legs for anyone but their husbands. They didn’t stray, they didn’t complain, but just took whatever life threw at them stoically and gratefully. And most of all, they kept their clothes on, even if they were lace thongs.

“Your cream, madame,” Larry said, laughing and waving the white tube in her face. Gina reached up to take it , but he pulled it away. She laughed too, looking from the tube waving in his hand to his cock waving in her face.

“Thank you, kind sir” she said, holding out her hand.

“Oh no,” Larry said, sitting on the daybed opposite Joon. “I will apply the cream to madame. Perhaps madame would like to open her legs for me. Joony, give me a hand.”

Gina sat silent and compliant, and let the two young men take a leg each and standing, gently pull them apart until she was lying naked on her back, her legs spreadeagled. What must I look like, she thought, thinking again that she should find her clothes and cover herself up. But it was a bit late for modesty, she thought and anyway, how would they apply the cream if she dressed.

“Cunt first, madame?” Larry said in his fake customer service voice.

“Cunt first,” she said, surprising herself at the filthy word emanating from her mouth. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt, she repeated in her head. ” Please apply the cream to my cunt.”

But before she was mentally prepared, Larry had squeezed the tube onto his hand and was applying it between her legs. The cream was cool and soothing, and she felt herself relaxing with every smooth pass of his fingers. Larry applied the cream liberally to her pussy lips before slipping his fingers between Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan them, opening her up with the tips and squeezing more cream into the slit.

Gina heard herself audibly sighing, adjusting her legs to give him better access.

“Madame is very red,” Larry said. “Perhaps madame should be more careful about what she puts in her cunt. Or what she lets other people put in her cunt. One can’t be too careful, what with so many big cocks lurking in the vicinity.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. Even Joon laughed, although he hadn’t spoken. Gina sat up just a little, keeping her legs apart. She could see Joon watching closely at where Larry was applying the cream, and then reach out to touch her. His fingers found her clit, almost expertly for a novice. The college boy held his fingers on her sweet spot, locking his eyes onto hers, expressionless, before commencing a circling motion with just his finger tips. Gina was instantly aroused.

“If madame might turn over,” Larry said, “I can apply some cream, to her ass. What is madame’s wish?”

“Yes. No…” she said. “Not yet. Just wait for Joon to finish.”

She watched for Joon to react to her bold request, but his face remained expressionless. However, eased by the cream he pushed three fingers into her cunt, smooth and quick, working them in with a rocking motion until he was inside her as far as the top knuckle. She winced. It hurt, but in the best way.

“Yes, madame. Your wish is our command. Perhaps while Master Joon is massaging inside your cunt you might like something sweet to suck on.”

Larry stood, laughing. He sounded so ridiculous that Gina laughed too, even as Joon stretched her sore and sensitive skin.

“I could find some ice maybe,” he said, “or a pineapple. Or Escort Anadolu Yakası perhaps madame would like to suck my cock.”

“Please,” Gina said. There seemed little else to do but go along with these boys. Jason, Tracey, the guys from work, and even Troy had disappeared, inside the apartment, she guessed. At least that meant Tracey wasn’t filming her like before. She was concerned at having been filmed, but also curious. What would she look like fucking on film?

Larry knelt beside her face, the tube of cream still in hand, and with the other, held his cock out to her.

“A facial first,” he said, slapping his cock against her nose and cheeks. Gina opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, hoping to lick his uncut cock head and entice him inside.

“Madame has beautiful features,” he said. “And such white teeth. The whitest I’ve ever cum across.”

They all laughed. Even Joon, pausing in his twisting digital examination. Larry let his swinging cock cum to rest under her nose and then allowed her to take him between her lips, sucking him greedily.

“Madame is in a hurry today,” he said. “Perhaps madame has another appointment following this one. I know Master Joon is keen to practice for his oral examination.”

Gina knew that young men talked like this, especially the ones like Larry who thought they were comedians. They could say what they liked if they were going to treat her so well. Joon was arousing her with his fingers. She could feel the orgasm rising in her, much as she wanted to address Larry’s cock as well. But even as she tried to take control at least in her head, Joon, his fingers still inside her, lowered his face to her cunt and added his tongue to the massage. It pushed her even closer to the edge, her mouth bucking on Larry’s cock as she struggled to hold him fast. How many times had she orgasmed? Had it ever happened more than once before today? She raised her hips off the day bed to better engage Joon’s mouth and fingers. The nineteen year old responded with a vigorous tonguing. Somehow the pain of the previous fucking melted away as her body betrayed her again.

TO BE CONTINUED

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The foundation of any good wife story is the wife. My wife, Madison, is absolutely amazing. She is that rare sort that toes the line between hot and cute. The hotness is the motivating factor in many of the stories I will write, her good looks attract much attention wherever we go, but the good looks wouldn’t be anything without her adorable personality. Madison is small, standing 5’1 with the coveted yoga-toned physique, a great perky chest that is magically too big for B cups and not quite ready for a C, and an ass that has kept me returning for more while the seven-year itch systematically crumbles love lives all around us.She has shoulder-length medium blonde hair that is almost always in a messy bun, gorgeous hazel eyes, a lightly freckled face, and a nearly permanent smile that can pull you in and melt your heart. Madison developed a love of fitness and flexibility at the onset of the 2020 pandemic, and she has really come a long way in a short time. Where she used to be small and trim; now she is small and fit. I promise the difference shows up in the Instagram likes, so it’s not just in my head.All of that is great, but it is eclipsed by Madison’s fun-loving, mischievous, kind-hearted nature. She’s the sort of person who takes the arm of whomever she is walking with, kisses her friends on the cheek for every selfie, and nearly needs to be chased off with a stick if you don’t want her to hug you. She’s bright, feisty, sexy, and perfectly lovable. There’s more to say, but I’m sure this nausea-inducing paragraph will suffice for now.I am not as aggressively affectionate as my wife, but I am also a fun-loving, young-at-heart guy with a competitive nature and a love for adventure wherever I can find it. I am tall, 6’3″ when I lie up a few inches, reasonably attractive, and as built as you can be without having the motivation to actually work out consistently. In college, they called me “Huge Hugh,” mainly in reference to my quads from years of mountain biking.These days, I’m just Hugh, the easygoing husband of the much more entertaining Madison. Our personalities sometimes get us in trouble, as we wind up competing with each other. I think that this story will serve as an excellent foundation to illustrate the push-pull in our relationship that gets us into precarious situations.Madison and I were invited to a party at one of her coworkers’ homes to celebrate the unveiling of a brand new hot tub, part of a massive deck and swimming pool project that he had been working on all spring. He had been talking about it nonstop and made everyone in their work friend group promise to come out for a Saturday evening party once it was installed. I had not spent much time with Madison’s coworkers before this other than a few game nights and cookouts, but she had grown much closer to them since their company resumed in-office work during a coronavirus lull.I am self-employed, so I wasn’t affected by the pandemic very much, but many of Madison’s friends had taken other jobs or moved away during the past year. Given her fun-loving and clingy personality, she naturally began spending more time with her work friends. They were an okay bunch, we got along well, and I was happy for Şerifali Escort a chance to check out the pool since I was thinking about taking on a similar yard renovation next summer.We were getting ready to head out to the party. I had just thrown on some board shorts and a T-shirt, and Madison was in the bathroom doing her makeup and getting dressed. I heard her laughing from where I was hanging out in the bedroom. “What’s so funny in there?” I shouted casually.”Come and see for yourself!” Madison called from the bathroom. I walked to the ensuite bathroom and saw what she was laughing about.A couple of years ago, Madison had invested in what she called her “drop jaw moment” bikini. A classic white string bikini that had undoubtedly been a bold move at the time, but now the effect was double. The top still fit perfectly, the seductively curved triangles of fabric cupping her breasts perfectly, leaving enough of her chest exposed to make holding eye contact difficult, even for her husband of seven years, but not so skimpy as to be worried about wardrobe malfunctions all night.The change was with the bikini bottoms. I guessed that shrinkage from the dryer combined with two years of dedicated gym work had teamed up to make them the wrong size altogether. She gave me a couple of spins to check out the ensemble.”What do you think? My butt has gotten a bit bigger, so I have to position the suit more towards the back, and even when I do that, it’s basically a thong now, and it barely leaves anything up front!”She was right. Practically her whole ass was on display with just a tiny triangle of white fabric at the top. The strings hung seductively over her hips and joined together in the front with another triangle of white fabric that was enough to cover the important bits but not quite enough for casual poolside socializing. It was almost like something they would wear in Playboy, not something you would typically wear around coworkers.”Wear it! I think you’ll be very popular,” I said with a wry grin.Madison laughed again and pulled at the strings of the bikini bottom.”Okay, challenge accepted,” she said, returning my smirk as she walked out of the bathroom and over to her dresser. She took out a pair of loose linen shorts and pulled them up over her swimsuit bottoms, then added a tank top to complete the outfit. I wondered if she would actually take those shorts off to swim or if she was just messing with me.I was slightly surprised by the whole situation, but this was just the kind of thing that happened. One of us would make a joke, and the other would keep pushing the bit until one of us caved. It was our brand of fun, and this was just a new way to play. We gathered the rest of our stuff, drove to a convenience store to grab some drinks for the party, and then set off for her coworker’s place.Her coworker, Phil, lived around twenty minutes away in a reasonably nice neighborhood. I liked Phil well enough. He was around my age, single, with no kids, and shared Madison’s fun-loving disposition. I knew from work stories that he was often a bit flirtatious, but that isn’t uncommon for single folks our age. Most of the people in her work friends’ Şerifali Escort Bayan group chat shared racy memes, spoke primarily in innuendo, etc. I never thought much of it, and I wasn’t above a little bit of fun as long as everyone was respectful of each other’s boundaries.Pulling up to Phil’s house, there were already a few cars in the driveway and parked on the street. We were right on time, so we headed up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Phil answered the door with a beer in his hand and greeted us enthusiastically.”Madison! Hugh! Glad you could make it, come on in!”Madison stepped in first, returning his enthusiasm by charging right in for a hug.”Phil! Your house is so nice, why didn’t you invite us over sooner?” she chirped up at him.Phil wrapped one arm around her, returning the hug while stumbling back and holding the beer away to avoid spilling it.”Jeez, don’t break my ribs,” Phil chuckled. “I wanted to wait until the place was done before I had guests over. You’re the last ones to arrive, let me show you around, and then we will get some food going!”Madison peeled herself off Phil and took a few steps into the foyer. Phil shook my hand, and we set off to see the place.His house was very nice. It wasn’t huge, maybe two or three bedrooms, but it had been renovated very tastefully. Phil was a handy guy and probably did most of the work himself. While the inside was nice, the yard was absolutely wild. Phil had about a quarter acre of land, and most of that was taken up by a massive deck that stepped down to a stone patio with an in-ground swimming pool. A neat standalone shack housed a large hot tub, as promised. It was the kind of mismanaged extravagance that appealed to all bachelors his age.Most of Madison’s team was hanging out on the deck, and they greeted us warmly. Madison set off to do her round of hugs and hellos while Phil showed me around the yard. Taking an inventory of everyone there, I saw Phil, Tom, Peter, Lena, Cal, Mark, and a few other coworkers whom I hadn’t met but maybe once or twice in passing. Larry, their supervisor and beloved father figure in their posse, couldn’t make it today but asked them to send photos from the party since the whole team was together.Tom started grilling some burgers and brats as Phil bombarded me with pool, patio, and hot tub specs that meant almost nothing to me, but he was excited, so I mirrored his enthusiasm. Pretty soon, we were all hanging out together on the deck, enjoying food and knocking back a few beers. It was a great hangout spot; we all agreed it would be the summer base of operations.With everyone fed and with absolutely no respect for the one-hour-before-swimming rule, we all decided to hit the pool. Most everyone was in their suits already, minus Madison. Most of the guys and I went ahead and jumped in, Lena, one of Madison’s closest friends from work, had brought her camera to take a few photos, so she just put her feet in the water. She had a photography side business and was actually pretty good.Madison stood by the pool’s edge and slowly stripped off her tank, revealing her white string bikini top. It was doing a great job showing off her fantastic Escort Şerifali body, even with the shorts still on. She was met with a few cheers from the guys in the pool, which she graciously accepted with a smile and a twirl. Once the first set of hollers calmed down, she shot me a playful grin, dipping her thumbs into her waistband. A jolt of excitement and hesitation went through me, as I didn’t know if she was really planning on showcasing the daring bottoms around the people she saw at work every day.”Oooh, hold on, babe,” Lena shouted from her seat at the opposite edge of the pool. She drew her camera up to take a photo. Madison struck a dramatic pose, thrusting her chest out and using her thumbs to pull down the front of her shorts seductively. Everyone cheered and laughed while Lena snapped a few photos. Maddie did look quite striking in the evening sunlight, the golden hour beams making her look much more tan than usual and accentuating her toned stomach and perfect B-cup tits.Now done with the runway, she met my eyes again, slowly lowering her shorts. Just as her bikini bottoms were coming into view, she changed her pace, squatting down and quickly stepping out of them and diving straight into the pool. I heard a few groans from the guys who were expecting the poolside striptease to continue, but everyone got back into the spirit of things and started swimming or wading around while making light conversation. Madison swam and splashed around in the water between conversations with her coworkers.I noticed a few of her coworkers struggling to keep their eyes off her tits while they conversed, but she mostly kept her bottom half underwater, so the tiny bottoms weren’t the major distraction they otherwise would be.The sun was setting quickly, and a few people decided to head home. Madison and Lena were the only girls left, and I knew most of the guys that stayed. There were maybe ten people left, all part of her tight-knit friend group at work, so I imagined we would all hang out reasonably late into the night. Phil decided it was time to move to the hot tub, so he climbed out of the pool and went to get it ready.Madison made her way to get out of the pool, and Lena called for her to strike another pose while she came up the ladder. Madison obliged, dramatically hoisting herself up the final step out of the water, thrusting her chest forward, throwing her hair back, and striking a surprisingly sultry facial expression. Lena had flipped the camera flash on and snapped the pic. As she pulled herself out of the water, the guys were treated with an insanely good view of her ass. Her white bikini bottoms were barely more than a thong, and whistles and cries of oh-my-god rang out. Madison laughed and quickly scampered over to grab a towel, and I don’t think an eye left her the whole short trot.All in all, it wasn’t as big a tease as I was expecting. Her coworkers in the pool got an eyeful but only for a few seconds. We all followed Phil and Madison’s lead and got out of the pool to dry off and grab some more drinks while Phil prepped the hot tub. Madison and I sat together on a lounger for a bit, relaxing in the evening heat and enjoying some cheap beers. It was almost dark then, and some automatic exterior lights flicked on to bathe the deck, patio, and hot tub shack in a comfortable glow. Right on cue with the lighting, Phil announced that the hot tub was ready to rock. Everyone excitedly made their way towards the sound of whirring jets and bubbles.

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Ever find your self in a cab, heading for an unknown destination and not really knowing why? Sitting there, watching people’s faces pass the windows and trying to find that one point in time that made you say yes to the faceless name on the screen. Made you listen to that tightening in your stomach. Made you obey that nervousness and push onward.

It was like that for me. Stifling a feeling of dread for the erotic sense of anticipation. I couldn’t figure out when the actual moment of realization was, but I was able to remember the first time I ever acted on it. It was the previous year, November. A wedding in Los Angeles, held at a small church with the reception at the pool of a crystal white hotel hanging off the Hollywood Hills. The wedding itself was notable, only in that it was fast and quick and painless. Getting everyone to the reception that they desperately wanted to be a part of anyway.

It couldn’t have been better. Cool enough for a jacket, but not so cool as required more. A smooth clear night that left the pool un-rippled and gave the guests incentive to drink a bit more. A bit more to leave shirts unbuttoned and let eyes linger a bit longer than possible. Eyes that caught the attention of others and made introductions that would never have been made under normal circumstances.

And that is how I met them. They were at the bar, a youngish couple in their late thirties. Just enough tan to show they got out, but not so much to say they lived at the beach. In shape and attractive – a pair that may not have caught my eye if they were in another place. But they did, and that is how it started. And somewhere in there, between the drinks and the party and the cake a nerve was struck that made us all laugh our way into their room for a nightcap after the party wound down.

The door was opened and we fell into the room. Lis ran to throw the balcony open while Jan opened the mini-bar and proceeded to make drinks from whatever was available and to usher me outside. And there, fourteen floors up Ankara bayan escort and overlooking a city of lights was Lis, her top open to the world below as a breeze rippled her hair. I was floored. I couldn’t move. I could only stare at her through the vodka tonics and smile. She looked at me and laughed. Her finger motioned me to her as she spoke. “It’s okay, we swing.” She shrugged and turned back to the city below. “I hope you don’t mind. We just though you’d enjoy joining us.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I do. I just…” My voice was cut by Jan’s. “But you’re not sure about us.” He thrust a drink in my hand as Lis took a step to me. She put her hand on my face and turned me to her. Her lips pressed against mine as my arm wrapped around her and my lips were parted by her tongue. It only took a moment as my own began to wrap around hers in a sinuous dance where everything else vanished except for that one point of contact.

And then I came back. My jacket was being removed and my tie was loosened. I think I even laughed as Jan helped me out of my clothes, my own hands being too occupied with Lis’. It was as if servants were helping the two of us undress for some ritual intercourse. It was beyond just sex, allowing us to both focus on pleasures. When we came together, it wasn’t through the separation of clothing, but the warmth of flesh on flesh; the soft press of her breasts against my body; the smooth curve of her hips; the touch of her fingers as they ran feather light over my sex. I was in all the way, ready and willing to go further.

I pressed even further into her, watching her husband slowly slide her thong over her hips and down her feet. Felt as her hands grabbed the elastic of my underwear to slide them over my own hips. Only to be replaced by his fingers as he removed them the rest of the way. I thought nothing of stepping out of them as my staff rose passed his face. Perhaps I should have, but I didn’t. I merely though of more, of finding a way to feed my desire. Escort bayan Ankara Her lips were now on my nipples and I watched as he slid out of his clothes to move behind her and caress the tan lines of her rear. Her hands were now fully stroking myself, moving below me. Her mouth was licking, sucking, pulling at my nipples. Between watching and feeling her, I was watching him. Watching his penis press against the flesh of her ass, watching his finger roam over her back, watching the dark nipples of his chest sway behind her. It was intoxicating. I had never seen a nude man in such a situation. It was not longer gay or straight or bisexual, it just was. It was sexy and sensual and erotic as I had never seen it. And when she kneeled down to take me into her mouth, and his fingers reached out to my nipples, I smiled at the added sensation. And when his fingers tightened, I gasped.

If it weren’t for her fingers holding me back, the night would have ended then. But, they weren’t about to allow that. They wanted more. I felt his tongue on my nipples as his hands were removed and her mouth continued its caressing of my sex. Her fingers wrapped firmly at the base of my penis to prevent me from erupting. And I was carried to a place I had never been with my eyes closed and my head thrown back.

I truly don’t remember going back to their room, but somewhere in the moment we ended up at their bed in a mass of bodies. She was on her back as I watched him slowly slide into her. His staff glistened from her pleasures – her sex folding and unfolding with every stroke. I watched my own member working into her mouth as she gasped between thrusts. It was too much for me when I reached to the nub of pleasure that I knew was there, just below the spray of neatly trimmed fur. I felt it just barely rearing up when I placed a finger on it, but the response was instant. Her body seemed to tense and hold itself up for a moment in time before crumbling onto the white sheets of the bed. Her breath stopped Bayan escort Ankara and her mouth opened and I knew where she was. Her body wracked with spasms between the circles I was making with my fingers and the slow, steady thrusts of his movements.

Jan and I shared the same smiles as we acknowledged what we were doing not even an inch from each others flesh. Even when his hand moved up to take over the small circles I was making. Nudging my own hand closer to his cock. Urging me to touch him. And I did. I placed my fingers on his member. Lightly at first, feeling the hard softness of his staff. Relishing the motion and the firmness. Moving my fingers to envelope him completely and hold him firmly. Even Lis moved up to her elbows to watch as I let him fuck my hand before entering her with each stroke.

I don’t know what made me do it, but when I bent over to taste the two of them it seemed the most natural thing to do. To taste, to savour, to let his manhood fill my mouth as it pulled completely out of her, leaving his pleasures up to me. I shuffled slightly, bending over onto the bed in an almost 69 next to Lis. My mouth working on its own, taking the pace from his continued thrusts, knowing that now I was truly sucking him. I could feel every part of my lips stretch around him, follow the vein on his shaft, follow the smooth widening of the mushroom head of his cock. I felt him move and tighten and shift as my mouth continued past him, holding him with my fingers, giving to him the pleasure I so enjoyed on myself.

I rolled onto my back, my own hand moving to caress his balls as he took over the pace, pushing his wet member into my mouth, pulling it back again. Feeling the expanded sac lay against my cheek as his own hand began to caress my own. I could feel his wife’s mouth be replaced by his as he maneuvered over me. Her fingers sliding lower to probe into me.

From there it never lessened. It was no longer three people having sex. It was one. It was one long lust for pleasures and releases and temptations and trials and experiences. And at that moment, I knew it wouldn’t stop. It might subside as I found my ground, but it would never ever stop. And that is how I found myself in a cab, heading to an unknown apartment on Manhattan’s Upper East Side to experiment with a married man I had never met.

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Chad Stephens was having a hell of a day. Meetings filled his morning and after lunch he was dealing with contracts and paperwork that practically made his eyes bleed. He was exhausted, but it would all be worth it. At the end of the day, he would have four days off and intended to use at least a portion of each of those days using the sex dungeon that was finally set up in his new house. Located on the third floor, it was very different from his previous dungeon in his old cabin. Part of that had been Reina’s influence. Oh, it still reeked of decadence, but also had a more playful feel to it. She had managed to add a very sensual component to their sex life.That he had managed to fall in love with a woman who not only tolerated his need for kink, but embraced it, still seemed like a dream. And while she was no push over in the business world, having proven herself a major asset in his firm, she was all the right kinds of submissive when it came to his needs.After they had spent time setting up the dungeon together, Chad had added a few surprises. He hoped she would approve and enjoy them. But if not, the fact that she was excited about breaking in their new bondage furniture would be plenty satisfying for him.One thing he was sure of, Reina had been having to take the reins lately in keeping their relationship steady and he wanted to change that dynamic. She was a strong woman, but he knew her well enough to know that most of the time she preferred to be dominated by him. He’d been floundering a bit in that regard and had allowed himself to fall prey to some of his previous bad habits recently. She deserved better than that. That’s why they were taking a four-day weekend to work on finding their center again. And had both agreed some time in the new dungeon was very much overdue.With an hour left in the workday, Chad sent Reina a text.Time for you to go home and prepare yourself to be my slut. Reina smiled and sent a text back.Yes, Sir. Chad’s cock twitched. He could hardly wait to get his hands on his Office Whore wife.Reina got home and showered quickly. She did her makeup and hair Ümraniye Escort and put on a red pair of heels and the new collar he had purchased for her. Then she went downstairs and waited in the chair in the living room until she heard Chad pull into the garage. Wanting to surprise him, she got on her knees and put her hands behind her back, lowering her chin to her chest.Chad walked into the room and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was exquisite. And she was all his. He walked up to her, lifted her chin, and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, “Do you wish to please your Master?”“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.“Louder, slut, I can’t hear you,” he admonished.For a split second, he worried he’d come across too harshly and ruined the moment. But he grinned when she looked at him with lust in her eyes and repeated much louder, “Yes, my Sir, I want to please my Master.”He refused to spoil things by asking her if she was sure. How could he dominate her if he expressed any doubt that she really wanted this?As if reading his mind, she added, “Please my Sir, let me show you I am worthy of serving you. Let me satisfy your need to own me and use me for your pleasure. I trust you.”Love and lust flooded his senses. The words, “I trust you,” were all he needed to hear to assure him that she felt safe and that she desired this as much as he did. She could be both his wife and his submissive little slut. She could be his lover and his Office Whore. She was perfect.He attached the leash to her collar and said, “Follow me, slut. I have waited all day for this.”Reina rose to her feet, lowered her eyes again, and followed Chad up to the third floor. She was so aroused, that by the time they reached the door to the dungeon, her nipples were hard, and her slit glistened with desire. She’d been waiting all day for this too.He led her into the dungeon room and watched her eyes grow as large as saucers. He grinned decadently, “I’ve added a few things, I think you will find them exciting.”The few added things were a king size depot dungeon bed and a suspended cage. He realized Ümraniye Escort Bayan both items might be intimidating, especially since he had kept them a surprise. But the shock on her face quickly turned to lust, and he knew he’d chosen well. He smiled and turned her face up to his again, “You please me greatly. My need to dominate you excites you doesn’t it?”“Yes, Sir. Just as my need to be submissive to you makes your cock hard,” she purred.“You’re not wrong, but I’m going to need to spank you for speaking so boldly to your Master,” he decided, using this as a segue to get their evening started.“Yes, Sir. As you wish,” she said meekly, turning her eyes downward again.“I do wish, very much. And you’re right, my cock is hard. It’s like fucking steel. I want to ram it into that hot little cunt of yours and make you cum while I shoot my seed deep inside you,” he said, never taking his eyes off her body. “But you’ll need to earn that, my sweet slut.”Desire raced down Reina’s spine causing her bare sex to swell, “I will please you, my Sir, and earn your cock in my pussy.”He guided her to the new spanking bench and said, “kneel on it and bend over, my little Office Whore. You’ve been teasing your boss at work again and now it’s time for your boss to show you that he owns you. It’s time to make your creamy white ass bright red.”She did as he commanded and kept perfectly still while he fastened the straps. Once she was secured, however, she began to struggle, “No, please, Master, I promise to be good.”His heart raced; she knew he would get even more turned on if she struggled. What a gift she was giving him. Not just her body, but her trust. Her knowledge of his needs, combined with her desire to fulfill them, was humbling. So, yes, he’d take his pleasure from her, but he’d give her pleasure ten-fold in return. There was simply no woman on earth that could ever make him as happy as Reina did.He picked up the paddle and said, “Count them off for me, slut.” Then he brought down the paddle onto her left ass cheek.SMACK!“One,” Reina counted.SMACK!“Two,” she Escort Ümraniye said, her voice hitching a little as the paddle connected with the other cheek.SMACK!“Three.”SMACK!“Four.”SMACK!“Five.”SMACK!“Six,” Reina was quivering as she counted.SMACK!“Seven.”SMACK!“Eight.”“Just two more, my slutty little whore,” Chad said, as he rubbed a hand over both sides of her ass.SMACK!“Nine.”SMACK!“Ten, thank you Master,” Reina said, as he rubbed her bright red ass with a gentle touch.He leaned over near the side of her face and said, “You’re such a good girl.”“Thank you, Sir,” she answered.It took all of his willpower to not take out his cock and enter her now. He wanted her so damn much! But it hardly seemed fair to either one of them to give in to his lusty need this soon. So instead, he traded the paddle for a flogger and repeated the process. And she counted and thanked him again.He released her from the bench and led her to the dungeon bed. It was formidable to say the least. It included top crossbars, top rail hoops and additional restraint hoops. Chad had gone with the king size so that if they were ever too tired to move after some intense play, they would be comfortable sleeping there as well.“Get on the bed, my slut. I’m going to play with you and use you. If you earn it, I will fuck that pretty little pussy of yours tonight. But not until after you’ve given me some cock worship with that delectable mouth and throat of yours,” Chad explained.Reina simply nodded. She didn’t realize, until the second round of spanking with the flogger, just how much she had been craving this. Her body ached with need and her pussy was soaking wet after the session on the bench.As Chad attached each restraint to her wrists and ankles, he noticed how wet she was with her legs spread wide open for him. “You’re dripping, you lusty little whore. You need this as much as I do, don’t you? Maybe even more than I do, huh?” he asked rhetorically. It wasn’t a question that needed answering. The nipples that stood hard as pencil erasers and the juices running out of her cunt made it obvious.“You’re not just my Office Whore, are you? You’re my bedroom slut and my dungeon sex slave, aren’t you?” he asked as she nodded. “I’m going to leave your eyes uncovered. I want you to be able to look up at the mirror and see what I’m doing to you between your legs that you have spread open like a dirty little whore.”

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This story is another chapter in the erotic adventures at Beth’s Corner Bakery. It is not a sequel to Beth’s Bakery Gets Inspected and can be read as a stand-alone piece. A better understanding of the characters might be gleaned by reading the earlier work first, however.

Beth Mitchell leaned back in her office chair and closed her eyes. It had been another long, exhausting week and try as she might, she could not find the energy to address the pile of paperwork spread out before her. Yet if she didn’t, she would be forced to deal with it tomorrow, which was Monday, also known as the only day her eponymous bakery was closed.

She looked down at the mass of bills, invoices, payroll forms and other documents that occasionally inundate anyone who owns a small business and shook her head. No choice, she realized, she just couldn’t summon up the desire to keep working.

Most small business owners would be thrilled to be so busy that paperwork had to wait and certainly Beth was happy that more and more people were visiting Beth’s Corner Bakery. But there were definite downsides for her and her small staff. The situation was aggravated by the fact that Trish, a culinary school student who worked the front counter most mornings, had to take Wednesday and Fridays off for classes. The result was Beth’s two kitchen assistants had to help out front with the customers more and more. That left Beth to do more of the kitchen work such as preparing dough, decorating cakes, shaping pastries and the like. Belle and Jesse were focused more on customer service and cleaning, which neither of them was too happy about. They both preferred the cooking-related tasks, and Jesse wanted to become a full-fletched bakery chef himself. Everyone was tired and frustrated and cranky.

And it wasn’t just the extra work, but the corresponding decrease in play time. Beth and her staff weren’t just co-workers, they were also lovers. When Beth, after winning a lottery jackpot, had opted to open her own business, she did so determined that both of her great passions – baking and sex – would be met through her new venture. So she staffed her bakery with individuals who shared her enthusiasm for carnal pleasures. The result was that she had slept with every one of her employees, and they had all slept with each other, on multiple occasions.

The arrangement was perfect, but it meant that hiring a new person was difficult. All of her current staff members were people she already knew, or were recommended by friends. She knew she needed to hire someone, but none of her friends or employees knew anyone who she believed would be a good fit, which meant bringing in an outsider, a risky venture.

There was no choice though; the increasing workload left her no time and little energy for sex. She hadn’t been laid in almost four days, and had only averaged sex twice a week for the past month. This was a nightmare for a woman who felt that twice daily intercourse was a perfectly reasonable goal. She would gladly trade some of her extra income for more time to satisfy her super-charged libido.

Beth neatly piled the paperwork into her to-do basket and pushed her chair back from her desk. Stretching her arms over her head and arching her back, she walked out of her office. Belle, her longest serving employee, was standing over the sink, putting the last of the day’s dishes into the drying rack.

“Hey, you done?” Beth called to her.

Belle turned and gave her boss a tired smile. She nodded and ran her hand through short, spiky black hair now matted with sweat.

“Do you need to go, or do you have time to come upstairs? I wanted to run something by you,” Beth asked.

“Yeah, I got time. I’m too tired to go do anything anyway,” Belle said, following Beth as she disappeared through the doorway that led to her apartment above the bakery. Her business was housed in an old two-story Victorian home, with her living quarters on the top floor and the bakery occupying the lower levels.

The two women trudged up the staircase, Belle perfectly positioned to admire Beth’s firm ass as they ascended. Her boss was a tall, athletic blonde who looked like she could have been a starter for the Swedish bikini volleyball team. She kept her athletic body despite spending her days making cupcakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls and other fattening delicacies by being an exercise enthusiast. Her hard, shapely ass proved it and Belle never missed an opportunity to admire her friend’s derriere.

Beth opened the door to her apartment and by the time Belle had caught up, she had already kicked off her shoes and was pulling off her shirt.

“Okay, quick question,” she said to her boss’ back. “Are you just changing clothes, or am I maybe gonna get lucky?”

Beth turned and smiled. The two women had been friends with benefits for far longer than that term had likely existed and now Beth’s exhaustion was overruled by her lust.

“Up to you. I’ve got enough energy for a quickie, if you do.”

“Hell Ankara escort yeah,” Belle said and pulled off her shirt as she launched a shoe across the room.

The two women headed for Beth’s bedroom, leaving behind a trail of clothing. They were both naked when they fell onto the bed and into each other’s arms, already locked in a passionate embrace, mouths firmly clamped together.

Neither woman had been getting nearly enough sex to satisfy them and since they had known each other so long, there really was no need to words as they set about satisfying each other’s urges. Beth snaked her hand down between their bodies and began finger fucking her old friend, who was sucking hard on Beth’s tits while kneading her firm ass.

“Fuck, I can’t wait. I need you to eat me,” she moaned, forcefully pushing Belle down to her sopping pussy. “Dammit, just lick my cunt.”

Belle complied instantly, ferociously lapping at Beth’s pussy, pushing her tongue past her swollen lips and slurping up the sweet nectar leaking from her boss. In no time, she had jammed two fingers up into Beth while swirling the tip of her tongue around her swollen clit. The long, agonizing wait to feel another person’s body against hers meant Beth was ready to cum almost immediately. In less than a minute, her whole body convulsed and she almost screamed in delight.

Afterward, she had to fight to find the energy to return the favor, but there was no way she would deny Belle an orgasm after having been treated to one herself. So she slid down her friend’s body and, invigorated by the sweet odor and sweeter taste of Belle’s pussy, brought her friend to climax with her lips, teeth and tongue.

When they were both temporarily sated and even a little reenergized, Belle turned to Beth, her arm flung casually over her friend’s body.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

“I’ve decided it’s time we brought in another pair of hands. We can’t go on like this,” Beth said, nuzzling her face into Belle’s neck and giving her a soft kiss.

“I couldn’t agree more, boss lady,” Belle said, idly tracing circles around Beth’s nipples with her index finger. “But I didn’t think any of us knew anyone who would be a good fit.”

“Yes, that’s the problem. But I think I may have a plan that ensures we find someone who will fit in with our little family,” Beth said.

“You know, maybe family isn’t quite the right word. I don’t like imagining Jesse as my brother. It makes it weird when I’m riding him,” Belle said. “But what’s the plan?”

Beth explained to her friend, who also served as her second-in-command, how she was going to proceed. Belle listened attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement.

“You know, I think that might just work,” she said, yawning as she spoke. “And if I weren’t so damn tired, I’d reward your ingenuity by going down on you again.”

Beth smiled as her friend’s eyes slid shut. “That’s sweet, but how about we both nap for a while. You can wake me up with your lips on mine, if you know what I mean.”

And with that, she too drifted off into a deep, restorative sleep.

The next day, she woke early and headed downstairs to deal with her paperwork and make some phone calls. She and Belle had awoken from their nap shortly before 10 p.m. the previous night and, after a more energetic bout of lovemaking, Belle had headed home to check on her cat and sleep in her own bed. Beth had a small snack before going back to sleep, and after so much rest she was awake and alert far earlier than was usual for her on a Monday.

She spent a couple of hours finishing her paperwork and then made a phone call.

“Hey Anna, it’s Beth Mitchell. Is Kyle in?” she asked when a cheerful female voice picked up after just two rings.

“Oh hi Beth. No, I’m sorry, he’s in court this morning, but should be back by 11:30. Anything I can help with?” Anna said. She was legal secretary/receptionist/gopher for Kyle Bachman, Beth’s longtime attorney and friend.

“Yeah, does he have time to see me today? It shouldn’t take long. I have a few questions for him and want to review some materials,” Beth said, crossing her fingers for luck.

“Well, his first afternoon appointment isn’t until 2 p.m., so if you don’t mind coming over during the lunch hour, I’m sure he’d be willing to fit you in,” Ann said, then added, in a more playful voice, “Is this purely business, or possibly recreational as well?

Beth smiled, picturing the lithe Latina’s hard body and long black hair. Kyle ran his law office sort of like Beth ran her bakery, but as he only had the one employee and she wasn’t complaining, there really wasn’t any problem with it.

“Well, if you and he have the time, it can be both,” Beth said coyly. “Should I just come over, or do you want to call me?”

“Just come by about 11:30. We usually close the office until 1 p.m. for lunch, so we’ll have plenty of time to talk, or you know, whatever,” Anna said laughing.

After she hung up, Ankara escort bayan Beth swung her chair around and started searching online for the items she wanted to show Kyle. She needed to make sure that she didn’t cross any legal boundaries while conducting job interviews while still ensuring her plan could be properly implemented. After about an hour, she had printed out a small stack of photos, which she slid into a manila folder. Then, logging off, she headed upstairs for a mid-morning snack and a shower.

She walked into the Law Office of Kyle Bachman, P.C. at exactly 11:30 a.m. Anna, who’d seen her drive up, pulled open the door as she approached, then closed and locked it behind her, flipping the Closed For Lunch sign in the window. Then she and Beth warmly embraced.

“Good to see you,” Anna said. “It’s been too long.”

“I know, it’s been crazy lately. Business is booming. That’s kind of why I’m here,” Beth replied.

“Well, he got back about 20 minutes ago, so go on in. And once you’ve finished the business portion of the visit, be sure to give me a call out here.” Anna grinned at Beth and ran her hand slowly across her visitor’s ass.

“Count on it,” Beth replied.

Beth walked through a door at the back of the reception area, pausing to knock on the frame before entering Kyle’s office. He looked up and grinned. He wore a grey business suit, sans jacket, and his tailored white shirt bulged around think upper arms and broad shoulders. Kyle Bachman was a former college linebacker who’d kept his shape in the 15 years since graduating, much to the delight of his wife, his secretary and any number of female clients. Beth felt her nether regions warm as soon as she saw his wide, gleaming grin and short blond hair, not a strand of which was out of place.

“Kyle, you are looking hot as fuck,” she said giving him a hug. “How’s life?”

“Great, especially when beautiful women drop by unexpectedly with the promise of lunchtime treats.” The big man returned her hug and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “But I suppose before we get to the fun stuff, you’ve got some work for me?”

He motioned her to a comfortable looking leather chair. It and its mate generally sat directly in front of his desk, but they had been moved to either side in anticipation of Beth’s visit. Where they normally stood was a Murphy bed, pulled down from the wall and already made up, complete with pillows and silk sheets. Kyle often worked late and had had it installed for such occasions. It also came in handy when his wife visited for a lunchtime quickie, which more often than not also included his secretary.

“Little presumptuous, isn’t it?” Beth said with a grin, pointing at the bed.

“Not at all,” Kyle responded in mock seriousness. “If you weren’t up for it, Anna and I would certainly be taking advantage of this excess amount of free time on my part. It’s always good to have some mid-day stress relief.”

“Yeah, well lately I don’t have any free time. That’s what I want to talk about.”

“How can I help with that? I’m sorry, but I can’t really fit in any dishwashing shifts with my schedule.”

“Very funny. I need to hire a new person,” Beth said.

Kyle shrugged. “Sounds routine. Who will it be?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I wasn’t able to get a good recommendation, so I’m going to have to bring in a complete stranger, as it were,” Beth said.

The lawyer leaned back his chair and looked at Beth, nodding to indicate he now understood the problem.

“Given how you and your staff behave, that could be very disruptive, and legally speaking, extremely dangerous if it’s not handled correctly. I don’t want to think about the kind of sexual harassment lawsuit that might arise if you don’t find just the right person. I take it you are not willing to change your, how shall I put it, workplace relations policy?”

“Fuck no,” Beth said flatly. “But I do have an idea on how to solve this dilemma. That’s why I’m here.”

She explained her plan, omitting no detail, and showed him the photos she had printed off the internet. A good listener, Kyle said nothing until she was finished, and then studied the pictures thoughtfully before he spoke.

“I think it could work. You certainly shouldn’t run into any legal problems if you place the items in question properly. They should be displayed subtly. Not on your desk or even very prominently, maybe next to a plant in the corner or slightly hidden behind some other object. As for the books, spines facing out only. Don’t lay them so that the covers are plainly visible, that’s far too blatant.”

“Don’t worry Kyle, subtle is my middle name,” Beth said. “So, want to fuck?”

The lawyer laughed and shook his head. From the reception area, Anna bellowed an enthusiastic “Yes!”

She came bounding into the room, already naked and threw herself down on the bed, idly rubbing her breasts and pussy while she watched Beth and Kyle undress. Beth, finishing Escort Ankara first, climbed on top of Anna and began to make out with her, their tongues dancing while their hands explored each other’s naked flesh. Kyle came around the desk and lay beside the two women, slowly stroking his cock while he watched the lesbian action unfolding before him.

After about a minute, Beth pulled away from Anna and repositioned herself so that Kyle lay between both women. They began to kiss and lick him, working their way down his hard chest and flat, firm abs to his rock-hard six-inch cock. The two women began to jointly worship his dick, running the tongues along its length, sucking his head into first one mouth and then the other. Kyle was moaning, relishing the feeling of a two-woman blowjob. As they pleasured him, they also exchanged kisses with each other, squeezing breasts and even lightly fingering each other.

“Anna, I haven’t had a real cock in me in almost five days. Do you mind if I go first?” Beth asked.

“Five days?” Anna couldn’t believe it; this was not the Beth she knew. “Go for it, baby.”

Beth needed no further encouragement, but quickly straddled Kyle and then lowered her soaking wet cunt onto his cock. She led out a loud sigh and he groaned, while Anna giggled at them both.

Kyle began to rock his hips as Beth matched his movements with her own, bouncing up and down in rhythm with him. Anna lay watching them, one hand twisting her nipples while masturbating with the other.

It didn’t take long for Beth to feel the heat in her pussy begin to intensify, her orgasm beginning to rev up like a sports car hitting a straight stretch of highway. Kyle likewise knew he wouldn’t last long and began making hard thrusts upward into Beth. She tensed as her orgasm broke over her, muscles tightening while she uttered a low moan. Her vagina tightened around Kyle’s dick and he responded by shooting his load.

“Fuck, that was great,” he breathed as Beth rolled off of him.

Anna, feeling left out, crawled between Beth’s legs and began to lap up the mixture of pussy juice and semen leaking from her. She did so with a light touch, respecting the heightened sensitivity of Beth’s pussy in the immediate aftermath of her climax. She had an expert touch and her gentle licking quickly got Beth off again.

The secretary then took Kyle’s semi-hard cock into her mouth, cleaning him to encourage its timely revival. Beth, watching, decided to help this process by pushing Anna down and kissing her hard, then moving to suck on her dark, erect nipples. She knew that nothing gets a man hard quicker than watching two women go at it, and she gave Anna the full treatment, moving from one breast to another while dipping her finger into the hot Latina’s glistening pussy.

The tactic worked and Kyle was soon ready for round two. Anna moved into a doggy style position on the bed, and Beth slid under her so that she could tongue both her pussy and Kyle’s cock while he fucked his assistant. Anna began lapping at Beth’s pussy as well and the office filled with the sounds of vigorous sex. They fucked like that for several minutes, and then Kyle pulled out and flipped Anna, then crawled on top of her and slid his cock back into her. Beth flipped around so that they could have a three-way make out session. When Kyle finally shot his second load, Beth, as Anna had done for her, moved between her friend’s legs and lapped up Kyle’s cum and Anna’s juices. Beth loved how the two combined to form a unique taste on her tongue.

After resting together for a few minutes, Beth dressed and took her leave. “Send me the bill for the consult,” she called out to him as she exited the office.

Back at the office, Beth went online and made several purchases then began composing the help-wanted ad that she hoped would ultimately lead to her finding a new employee. Later, she went for a run and spent the rest of the day relaxing and enjoying the pleasant spring weather.

About a week later, Beth was perusing the first handful of resumes that had been received when Trish called from the front counter that she had a delivery. Beth came out to see a delivery driver, a short woman with a long, blonde ponytail poking out from beneath her uniform cap, standing next to a large box.

“Just need a signature,” she said, holding out the electronic tracking device. Beth couldn’t help noticing her very muscular legs and bright blue eyes. She was a very pretty woman and one who looked like she’d be a firecracker in bed. However, Beth really didn’t have the time or energy for flirting, so she just gave the woman a warm smile and thank you as she signed. Maybe the next time she makes a delivery, she thought as she picked up the box, which wasn’t particularly heavy, and returned to her office.

Placing the box on her couch, Beth carefully sliced through the packing tape and lifted the flaps. Thankfully, the items were packed in bubble wrap and plastic air bags instead of those god-awful Styrofoam peanuts that always created such a mess. She pulled three items from the box and carefully removed their protective coverings. Each was inspected for any damage, then carefully placed back in the box, which was then stored it in the corner. She was now ready, Beth decided, to schedule some interviews.

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Mother Mary had been pleased by the news from Claire. The assignment had started well. She already knew that Father Filippo was happy. He was a man before he was a priest and understood well the nature of the Gift shared by the Order of the Mount. Sweet young Sister Claire was just what the priest needed – a strong need to please and a willing embrace of the opportunities provided by her “unclean thoughts”. Filippo would provide a glowing report to the church once the assignment was concluded. Naturally he’d omit the details of Sister Claire sharing her body and giving all her holes for whatever form of fornication he desired.

More important was influencing the minds of the family that ruled the village. For the Order, securing approval for important renovations to the local church would bring much credit. Mary reminded herself of the wisdom of her selection. Claire had a wonderful mix of inexperience and curiosity that helped to make her irresistible to sinners. She would give her best to the woman who ruled such matters, making good use of her talents with the Gift.

Mary’s thoughts had turned quickly to her own appointment — sharing lurid sex play with a local married couple. Annie and Aaron Reed had come to her attention via a helpful ally and priest. The couple were deeply in love but had sought counsel about a difficult “mismatch”. Their sex life was not as it should be. While the church had ruled that sexual pleasure was not the aim of marital relations, still it brought stress to their relationship and they’d confided in a priest who knew how best to help them.

The nuns were not trained counsellors but Mother Mary had decided that the Reeds would benefit from ignoring the Church and learning more about the Gift. They were a nice couple in their early thirties. Mary quickly had guessed that their problem was that each of them was too passive. Both Aaron and Annie wished for the other to take charge in bed. After overcoming their initial shock, they’d embraced the Gift and learned about more intense and kinky pleasures. For Mother Mary, the trade-off was that they both worked in the finance industry and the Order had made good use of their expertise and their contacts.

Later that day, Mary welcomed them to her spacious apartment. It was one of the perks of the job and perfect for entertaining of the kind that was expected of the head of the Order of the Mount. Their first visit had been full of nerves. Aaron had been reluctant when ordered to kiss his wife in front of a nun. He’d refused when she’d told him to fondle his wife’s breasts. But the firm insistence of the experienced nun had done the trick. Mary had guessed correctly and each of them had begun to respond to her commands. Being dominated sexually had fired their lust. Annie had been especially happy when ordered to rub her husband’s penis through his trousers.

As usual, Mary stood inside her door, wearing full religious garb and with a leather collar in each hand. Annie and Aaron did not hesitate, disrobing in front of the nun and placing the collars around one another’s necks. They were plain-looking but in reasonable physical shape. Annie had slightly saggy B-cups but a bare cunt with long, protruding lips between her chunky thighs. Aaron had started working out but his body was still soft. Though Mary noted, of course, that his meaty cock was already half erect. Their shared submission was wicked but delicious.

“Follow me,” ordered the nun and the naked couple went to their hands and knees, crawling behind the Mary as she led them to her large bedroom.

They both knew what to do next. Mary bent forward over her bed and Annie carefully lifted her dress. Mother Mary was always in uniform for the Reeds but always without underwear. It was a delicious thrill each time the sweet Annie exposed her bare bottom and juicy cunt. The married couple were ready to worship her body. She was super horny but tried to relax as her bum cheeks were spread gently by the obedient Annie.

“Lick it,” was her firm instruction to Aaron, knowing that he was looking at her tight, brown hole.

The husband did not hesitate to run the tip of his tongue over the hairless anus. Once, Aaron would have been disgusted to imagine himself licking a woman’s arsehole. Mother Mary had been so expert and so careful in gradually bringing him to this point. He had to admit that the older woman still had a nice body, slim with bouncy boobs. There was no doubting that it turned him on to obey Mother Mary. And it was his own lovely wife who was exposing that naughty hole.

The dirty nun enjoyed it even more. She’d been grateful to be introduced to anal pleasures by her sister nuns. Butt play was almost preferable to being fucked in her cunt. And these two were learning to be good arse lickers. It was even more fun to have Annie at work back there.

“Now you,” she commanded the wife and sweet Annie took her place, eagerly tonguing the nun’s warm butt hole.

Annie was by far İstanbul Escort the better at this task. As a woman, she had quickly understood the benefit of warming-up the nun by stimulating those nerve endings. And her smaller tongue was a better fit for the Mary’s tight backdoor. Annie found it more humiliating than her husband did to perform this act. She had learned quickly that she enjoyed it – all the more to have her husband watching.

“Now undress me,” commanded Mary, rising to her feet to stand before them.

The nun was an expert lover in a way that still shocked the married couple. But she had given an incalculable boost to their sex life. Slowly, they removed Mary’s dress and her habit so that she was naked along with them. Aaron felt his cock rise and harden at the sight of the nun’s naked body. He’d always assumed it was a sinful reaction. Mary had assured him that it was only natural. And she did so again, curling her hand around the thick shaft of the “very proper” banker.

“God only gives these pleasures because he wants us to enjoy them,” she said with a smile as she made Aaron even harder. “And I see you are ready to share the Gift.”

Her other hand went between Annie’s legs, where she found engorged lips that were beginning to open like the petals of a ripe flower. She had made them remove all their pubic hair. Annie especially was soft and clean. Mary herself had to fight to maintain her self-control as her own lust threatened to explode.

“Eat me,” she said firmly to Aaron with a firm yank on his collar. Then she instructed his spouse. “And you pleasure him like a good wife should.”

Annie had been stunned when she first realised what Mother Mary had been suggesting. Since that first time she had relished their play and the way the nun took control. She’d always been sheepish about performing fellatio, even for her husband. But the collar around her neck reminded Annie that she’d committed to obedience before Mother Mary. And Mary made her feel proud to suck her husband, as a good wife should. With Aaron between the nun’s thighs, she quickly climbed underneath and closed her lips around his hard shaft.

Mary lay with her legs wide and her cunt presented for Aaron. It was never a bad thing to have a man’s head between her thighs. Aaron needed to get into shape but his body was not unpleasant and he had surprising strength when fully aroused. His soft, brown hair was just long enough for Mary to grab and force him deeper into her cunt. Such easy dominance always made her clit extra sensitive and it was only moments before she was cumming all over Aaron’s face.

A good tonguing was an essential part of the Gift. And soon Mary wanted to feel a woman’s mouth on her. Annie was smaller, thinner. Her tits were just a little too large for her small frame and she had a lovely, soft holes. Annie was the better cunt licker of the couple. A woman knew how, after all. Mary had guessed the truth that Annie had a long held but secret craving for women — something that even now she kept from her husband.

Annie got on all fours between Mary’s thighs and pressed her mouth over the steaming cunt. Mary gave a tug on Aaron’s leather collar as continued to direct the action.

“Now you lick her butt,” she told the husband. “Make her ready.”

Mary was already pulling Annie’s hair, forcing the sweet face deeper into her steaming snatch. She moaned at the pleasure of a woman’s mouth on her sex. The wife was definitely improving her oral skills and the nun was already making the familiar moans of the Gift. Annie looked forward to pleasing Mother Mary, thrilled to experience another woman’s orgasms. The joy of her sweet husband sticking his tongue into her butt hole was eclipsed by the satisfaction of eating Mother Mary’s cunt.

Hearing the wife moaning as her husband lapped at her back door, Mary was eager for some real action.

“Fuck your wife,” she ordered Aaron. “She needs it good.”

Aaron had an average cock but it excited Mary’s to make the once timid couple fornicate in front of her. Having sex in front of another person had not come easily for them. But the nun took charge so casually and had given them a licence to experience many pleasures. She watched the husband slip his rampant dick into Annie’s bare cunt and groaned louder as the wife’s mouth was forced harder against her sex.

Aaron now had the confidence to really fuck his wife. And sweet Annie responded so much better with a hard cock pumping her married hole. Her small breasts swung underneath as the thrusting shoved her face into Mary’s cunt. The sounds of her orgasms added to the sensations for Mary. Making this sweet couple behave in such lewd ways caused the nun to cum even harder as she felt Annie respond to the vigorous fucking.

“Finger her bum while you fuck her,” Mary gasped to Aaron and the new sounds from Annie betrayed her enjoyment of anal play.

“Oh… I love that,” groaned Annie İstanbul Escort Bayan to them both. The husband pressed his finger deeper and Annie rejoiced in being filled. “Fuck me hard, my love.”

Watching them, seeing Annie’s reaction, Mary knew it was time for her own sphincters to be prepared.

“Finger my butt,” she rasped at Annie.

Annie did not hesitate to insert a finger into the nun’s tight, warm orifice. She’d been shocked that a nun would even know about anal pleasure. But there was no arguing that Annie had come to embrace the intense thrill of the new orgasms. With the stretching of her own rectum, the exquisite heat radiating from her bottom, Annie was eager to share the pleasure. Her finger slipped deep into Mary’s anus, making the nun cry out in ecstasy. The orgasmic sounds of the two women joined as one and Annie was so focused on the nun’s orgasms that she almost forgot about her husband ramming her cunt.

Mary craved being penetrated in her bottom. And Annie had the perfect sized finger to get her warmed-up. With her own heat rising to feverish levels, the nun was ready to administer more of the debauchery that they all enjoyed so much. As the string of orgasms subsided, Mary ordered Aaron onto all fours and grabbed her strap-on harness.

“Now you prepare him,” she said to Annie with a grin. “We know he enjoys taking a cock up his butt.”

It was more fun to make the Reeds do the work. Mary had long known about her dominant streak. It had helped her career, marking her out as a natural leader of the Order of the Mount. It pleased her that the same approach had been so successful in administering the Gift. She understood all about lust and the temptations of unclean thoughts. Being head of the Order allowed more liberties than the other nuns.

Not all the nuns enjoyed threesomes and group sex. But Mary had come to appreciate the many forms in which the Gift could be shared. It was pleasing to see the Reeds gradually embracing more of those forms. And there was a lascivious thrill in watching the timid Annie lapping at her husband’s backdoor.

Annie took a delicious thrill from her husband being fucked by the nun’s strap-on. It was so special and sexy to use her soft tongue to warm-up his hole. She eagerly pressed her tongue against his hairless anus.

“Yes, you filthy girl,” Mary grinned. “You love licking his arsehole.”

The husband always got a little nervous at this point. Aaron didn’t like to admit that he’d grown to enjoy being arse-fucked. Even after watching the enjoyment his wife and the nun took from such a depraved act, he’d been reluctant to have his butt invaded. It still felt weird and yet there was a special delight from the humiliation of being penetrated by the strong-willed nun. He made ready in the doggy position, trying to will his sphincters to relax.

Mary chose a small dildo for Aaron. She lubed it generously, knowing that the husband was the tightest of the three of them. Moving in behind his podgy, white body she put the tip of the dildo against him. She sensed his nervousness but there was no other way than to force the rubber dick into his tight hole. Aaron grunted quietly as the tip penetrated. But Mary wasn’t going to stop for a little discomfort on his part. She was already having too much fun for that.

“Swallow his cock,” she said to Annie, knowing that a little distraction would help.

The wife, always played her part, slid beneath Aaron in a 69-position ready to take his cock. Placed like that, her throat opened perfectly as her husband’s cock fed into her. The little wife unconsciously spread her legs as the hard meat of her husband began to push into her mouth. She had once thought of face-fucking as perverted. Now she relished the pleasure she provided her sweet husband. It was exciting to have his lovely penis jammed into her mouth by the nun’s thrusting. His hairless balls rubbed so nicely on her forehead as she did. And Aaron always hardened nicely in response to the dildo.

Aaron could not help his hips moving as Mother Mary began to penetrate him. Each thrust in his butt pressed his cock a little deeper into his wife’s throat. Annie gladly took as much of his six inches as possible.

“You’re a dirty pair,” the nun said, looking at Annie’s bare crotch with appreciation. “How perfect to fuck you both at the same time,” she sighed as more of the dildo disappeared.

Mary always started gently with him. A man has fewer nerve endings in his rectum compared to women. Careful thrusting soon teased his sphincters to relax and open for her fake dick.

The nun took a special delight from giving anal. How wonderful that a man like Aaron would submit willingly. Her arms were just long enough that she could grip his collar for added traction as she thrust. The husband enjoyed being penetrated more than he would admit. Some men would find their cocks shrivelling at the mere thought but that was not the Escort İstanbul case for Aaron. The feeling of humiliation and depravity brought out the best in him. Mary would have insisted on fucking his bum in any event. She eventually found a nice rhythm in his bottom, thrilling at the sight of her rubber cock piercing the husband’s rear, his tight hole forced wide by her thrusting.

“Now me,” announced the nun. “Fuck my god-loving cunt.”

The married couple changed their positions as the nun discarded her dildo. Annie got into a 69 position again, this time underneath Mary and with the nun’s steaming cunt against her face. She’d done her best to keep secret her desire for women but there was no hiding her moans as she watched her loving husband guide his cock into the waiting snatch.

Mary knew that one day soon she would find a way to have Annie alone. It was such a turn-on to hear the arousal of the sweet wife.

“Fuck me,” Mary said urgently to Aaron, her cunt craving to be filled. “Do me hard as a bishop.”

It was an average-sized cock but rock-hard after the arse reaming. Mary enjoyed Aaron no matter his size. The Gift made all cocks feel delicious and Aaron always tried to ram her properly. Though it was more exquisite to have Annie’s tongue flicking at her clit.

The dirty nun loved group sex — threesome and moresomes. Sharing the Gift in that way made everything so intense and exciting. She couldn’t resist the sopping wet cunt in front of her, licking Annie’s gash and thrilling at the squeals of the little wife’s explosion. Mother Mary was expert cunt licker having been trained by some of her sister nuns. And she always enjoyed exploring Annie with her long, swollen labia and hard, erect clitoris. Almost as good as making Annie cum noisily was the thick coating of juices on the nun’s face.

Mary, too, was crying out with her orgasms, immersed in the depravity of their afternoon play.

“My bum,” Mary cried out to the husband behind her. “I need it. Stick it in my arse.”

Aaron did not need to be told twice. Anal sex had been a taboo before the tight warmth of the nun’s backdoor had convinced him otherwise. He’d learned that Annie enjoyed anal fucking and was now a dedicated arse man. Almost without breaking his rhythm, he forced the head of his cock into the nun’s tight hole. He knew he could be rough. Mary was always soft and it would take only a few moments till his shaft was buried in her bowels.

“Yes, do it,” cried out Mary. “Fuck my bum.’

She was already cumming from the sensation of the cock in her arsehole. And she was happy for Aaron to plough hard into her bottom. Mary knew that his cock was aching for some relief after having his bottom fucked. But she wanted to be stretched for something larger. Between her own soft explosions, the nun continued to eat Annie’s hot snatch, the unfurled labia against her face, while the husband stroked her backdoor.

And meantime the wife’s tongue kept lapping at Mary’s clit. The thrill of sharing illicit sex was guaranteed to excite Annie beyond her wildest dreams. It was delicious to be forced to lick a woman’s cunt. Even better was her pride at seeing her timid husband trying to jam his lovely dick into Mary’s hot backdoor. She knew enough to realise that the nun’s orgasms were as much due to the arse-fuck as to her own tongue. But it was heavenly to be trapped underneath as Mary and her husband fornicated in a most sinful way. Only one thing could make it better.

“Take your wife,” she rasped between strokes in her bum hole. “She wants her arse fucked.”

That was true — Annie had been waiting for Mary to decide it was the wife’s turn to be butt-fucked. In a flash she was on her hands and knees before her husband. A little more prep would have been ideal but Annie knew that she could take his cock in her arse without much trouble. And Mother Mary was helping, taking her turn to spread the little wife’s cheeks so that Aaron had a clear aim. Mary thrilled at the sight of Aaron beginning to penetrate his wife’s most intimate place. She slid one hand down over Annie’s slick cunt lips as Aaron forced the head of his haft past her sphincters. Satisfied by her delighted moans, Mary had a few moments to stroke Aaron’s hairless ballsack before he was fully buried in Annie’s backdoor.

“Oh, dear god,” Annie moaned, oblivious to her blasphemy.

It had been two weeks since Aaron had pierced her rectum. And the feeling of the leather collar around her neck somehow enhanced her pleasure at being screwed in her pert little bottom.

Mary had noted from the first that Aaron had good stamina. She wasn’t sure where that had come from — so many men seemed to think that marital sex was simply about emptying their balls.

Meanwhile, Mary needed more female fun and lay under Annie, fondling her hanging B-cups and running her fingers over Annie’s gushing snatch. The nun knew all too well the ecstasy of anal orgasms. She helped Annie along by rubbing her clit as Aaron rammed deep, helping the wife to explode in a powerful cascade of orgasms, screaming out as her passage opened wider to let his cock slam hard and deep into her bowels. The nun grinned with satisfaction at having introduced the once timid Annie to such dark pleasures.

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January 10th, 2021My extraordinary wife represents the epitome of the adage; if you love what you do for a living, you never work a day in your life. Brenda, or Alexa Covetous as she goes by in her steamy romance novels, makes a nice income writing the most sensual erotica ever marketed. Or at least that’s what I gained from the checks she receives because she made me promise never to read her stories.Yet, from over my coffee cup, the contradictions bring a smile. Brenda exhibits the innocent beauty of an angel paired with the body of a porn star and the mind of a nuclear physicist. Unfortunately, she also possesses the morals of Mother Superior. But we maintain a vibrant sex life if your tastes lean toward vanilla and every week or two in the dark is your thing.The chirp of her phone interrupts our peaceful Sunday morning. Brenda puts aside her laptop, tucks her legs on the sofa, and says, “Good morning.”Her head slowly tilts, and her lip quivers. She shoots me a pleading glance before squeezing her eyes closed. Finally, she listens a moment longer and asks, “What did he say?”“Mom, I’ll call you back after I make airline reservations.”She stands, drops the phone on the sofa, and says, “Mom’s in the hospital.”I nod, reaching for the phone. “I’ll call Bob to let him know I’m taking some personal days.”She shakes her head. “As much as I want you beside me,” she smiles through her tears.“You’re not going through this alone.”She hugs me. “Thank you. But we can’t afford you missing work for who knows how long.” A kiss and she says, “I’ll call you if things get too much for me.” ***Two weeks of a long-distance marriage have me climbing the walls. Then, one night after our phone conversation, the idea hit me. I decide Üsküdar Escort to surprise Brenda by remodeling her closet into the one she’s always wanted.Within ten minutes, I take the stairs two at a time with a measuring tape and notepad. In the inner sanctuary of her closet, I take measurements and make my plans. If I extend the north wall three feet into the guest room, I can transform this modest space into the luxury closet of her dreams with all the bells and whistles.Half her things are in the guestroom down the hall when I start emptying the drawers. I find a heavier-than-normal shoe box in the back of the closet, in a drawer full of documents. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I peek to see what treasures she’s hidden back here. Inside are three luxurious black books with gold inlay, a leather strap, and a lock.Inquisitiveness is a terrible thing, I conclude, darting down the stairs. I locate her car keys and, as suspected, find four miniature gold keys on the ring.On my third try, I open the first book and discover I’ve found the golden grail for information on the woman I married, a diary dating back to high school. I close the book and snap the lock, unable to broach her privacy.Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I sip coffee in the kitchen, unable to stop thinking about what secrets her diary holds. Did she ever notice me before the summer we came together? Being a virgin when we married, I’m sure her high school years don’t include anything embarrassing.I prop the pillow behind me and stretch out on the bed. She wrote on the first page that high school started, and I became a woman. My head tilts as I read Bobby Townson snuck into my room tonight. Still not convinced Üsküdar Escort Bayan to lose my virginity, I only agree to suck his cock. But after he fills my mouth with his salty seed, I can’t stop. His thrusting into me like a toy dog wasn’t what I expected, and he only lasted a few minutes. But after he left, my dildo and imagination stayed the night.So much for marrying a virgin, I muse, going downstairs to fix a drink.She goes into such detail with the next boy she’s with; I stroke my cock as I read about her fucking him in the backseat of his mom’s car. By the end of her freshman year, Brenda’s four boyfriends ensured she had a vibrant sex life.In her sophomore year, a relationship with Taylor lasted until he caught her fucking the Quarterback on the football team. After that, she got away with the other four guys she hooked up with.Then, in her junior year, Brenda needs five pages to describe the party with the football team only because she is fascinated with Devon’s ten-inch dick. I stop reading after she tells Devon and his two friends to fill every hole. I need to clean the bed before going to sleep. ***I had just finished reading how challenging Brenda found portraying the innocent virgin on the night we met when the phone rang.“Good morning, babe,” she says in a cheerful tone. “How’s your mother?”“The doctors are still running tests.”We continue talking, and I bite my tongue to prevent asking any of the questions on my mind. Then, finally, she says, “I better let you go before you’re late for work. Love you.”“Love you too, babe.”The contradictions in the woman I love run rampant as I take another sip and stare at the phone on the table. I took a deep breath Escort Üsküdar and called work.“Bob, this is Dex. I just tested positive for COVID.” By lunchtime, I discover how bad she felt portraying the virgin saving herself for marriage with me while playing the fraternity party girl at UCLA. And what a party girl she was. She needed two diaries to list everything.Two questions still need to be answered on closing the third diary. First, why did she stop writing just before our marriage, and are these stories true or a product of her imagination? The possibility of the answer concealed in our home sent chills through me.My two-hour search for another diary draws a blank. I pour a scotch and return to the den, where I catch myself an instant before placing my drink on her sacred laptop and putting a coaster under the glass.Twenty minutes pass before I give up and drain my glass. “Fuck it. I’m going to bed.”Then, as I stand, the condensation in the groves of the coaster catches my attention at the exact moment a chill shoots down my back. Finally, after twenty minutes of trying every date of importance, pet name, and places she enjoys, I surrender to frustration and try the password, ‘size queen.’ Ten minutes pass before I locate dozens of files containing the videos that answer all my questions.I randomly select a video and click play. The scene opens with the camera focused on a hotel room bed. In moments, Brenda enters the scene naked with two men. One is a stranger, and the other is Stan, my best friend and best man at our wedding.Without pretext, the three climb onto the bed to spend the next hour engaged in every form of depravity imaginable. Brenda’s wedding dress displayed on the mannequin in the background removed any question about when and where this event transpired.Alone and numb, I close the laptop as rays of the morning sun streaming through the window. I lost count of the videos I watched, but it didn’t matter. Something died inside me this night, and nothing mattered anymore.

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In graduate school I really tried to develop a more normal sex life. I knew it was impossible to break my masturbation habit, but I hoped that I could learn to have normal sex with girls at least some of the time. I was still morbidly shy around the opposite sex, but I became good friends with Vina, a nursing student, who (to my surprise) seemed attracted to me. After a couple of dates we wound up alone at her apartment and I knew now was the time. I was terribly nervous about having sex, but Vina was a take-charge kind of girl and, with her leading me every step, we began to make love. But just when I was about to enter her, an irresistible urge to let go seized me, and I spilled my essence at her threshold, leaving her wet, sticky and frustrated.

Vina was very understanding about it all, and patiently allowed me several more chances, but each time I became so nervous that I spurted before I could penetrate her. We tried every remedy we could think of: creams, pills, constriction devices; but nothing seemed to help. As we talked about the problem, the whole secret of my masturbation habit came out, and as a nurse Vina began to understand. She suggested that I see a sex therapist she knew who specialized in treating men with premature ejaculation. I was reluctant to see a doctor about such an embarrassing problem, especially since it involved my shameful habit of masturbation, but Vina insisted, explaining that the doctor was very famous and known for using the most advanced methods. She would make the appointment for me and explain the problem ahead of time, so that all I had to do was show up and the doctor would take it from there. Being desperate to try anything, I finally agreed.

On the day of my appointment, I entered the spacious, modern office and announced myself to an attractive young woman seated at the receptionist’s desk. She checked her appointment book and smiled. “Oh yes, you’re Arnold, Vina’s friend. She’s told us all about you!” I blushed, realizing what that meant. “Go right on in, Arnold, Dr. Sphincter is waiting for you.”

I’m not sure what I expected to see as I stepped into the doctor’s private office, but I surely wasn’t prepared for the incredible sight I encountered. Instead of a middle-aged medical doctor dressed in the usual cool-white uniform of the medical professional, I saw a devastatingly beautiful Amazon. She was wearing a black leather garment that covered her hips and waist like a long corset, hugging them tightly. The corset made no attempt to hide her spectacularly large breasts, which jutted proudly bare. A leather strap rose from the front of the corset, running up the deep cleavage between her breasts and spreading them slightly apart, until it joined a band encircling her neck. Her feet were shod in black leather boots which rose from her toes nearly to the top of her thigh. And to complete the extraordinary attire, her hands and forearms were encased in elbow length patent gloves, also of black. As she sat there on a low rattan couch, her knees wide apart in a masculine posture, her commanding presence was overwhelming.

I was speechless with confusion, and stared in amazement. The image of a dominant woman had always been one of my favorite masturbation fantasies, and I had stroked my penis countless times to photos of women dressed and posed as she was. I was so excited by the vision before me that I completely lost control of myself. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a familiar rush of Ataşehir Escort feeling and realized I was ejaculating in my pants. From my spastic jerks and the telltale spreading wet spot in my crotch, she had no problem concluding what had happened. She shook her head sadly, “Well, Arnold, Vina was certainly not exaggerating. You obviously have quite a problem controlling your emissions.”

I stammered an excuse, “I… I… wasn’t expecting to see…”

“No, I suppose not. Arnold, I am doctor Vivian Sphincter. I have found this attire useful in treating premature ejaculators. It brings out a patient’s latent fixations, as you can see, and also helps establish a useful doctor/patient relationship. You will see later how important that is. But now it is time to begin. Please remove your trousers and underwear for an examination.”

I shyly complied, blushing as I stood before her naked from the waist down. To my added embarrassment, my penis still oozed small drops of semen from its involuntary ejaculation. She walked over to me, her large breasts swaying, and stood with her nipples only inches from my chest. Taking my genital organs in her hands, she began examining them. She manipulated the penis up and down and palpitated my testicles with uncomfortable firmness. My penis began stiffening in new arousal in spite of its recent activity, adding to my embarrassment.

“Hmm…I see nothing physically wrong with your organs. You play with yourself a good deal, don’t you, Arnold?”

I blushed in shame and nodded.

“I suspect your problem is entirely psychological, caused by repeated self abuse. Quite simply in layman’s language, as a habitual masturbator you lack the willpower necessary to control you emissions. But there is hope for you, Arnold. I shall help you gain the necessary self-discipline. Let us begin with the orgasm which you just experienced.”

With one hand, she took my stiffening penis in a snugly comforting grip and lifted it gently away from my male sacks. She smiled mysteriously at me for a moment, then without warning brought her other hand up suddenly, slapping my defenseless testicles hard with her leather encased palm. I shrieked and collapsed to the floor in misery. “You must learn, Arnold, not to ejaculate without first obtaining permission. Otherwise, there will be severe punishment. Now get up and stop acting like a baby. We will begin your exercises.”

She led me to a small dining table and made me drink in quick succession several large glasses of ice tea. The liquids passed rapidly through my system, and soon I began shifting uncomfortably with the need to relieve my bladder. “Please, Doctor Sphincter, I’d like to go to the rest room now. May I?”

She smiled cruelly, “No Arnold, you may not. This is an exercise to teach you to hold your water. Medically speaking, urinary continence is similar to ejaculatory control, and the self-restraint you learn here will apply to your sexual dysfunction.”

As the pressure in my bladder grew, I begged and pleaded with her. Finally she seemed to relent, and handed me a small wide-mouthed bottle. “Very well, you may release your water into this specimen bottle. But be very careful not to spill any urine on my carpet.”

Refusing me any privacy, she watched as I inserted my penis into the bottle and loosed a flooding stream. Although it was humiliating to perform this bodily function in front of her, all other concerns Ataşehir Escort Bayan were swept away in the heavenly sense of relief. But as the warm yellow liquid rose toward the top, I suddenly realized that the small bottle could not possibly hold all of my offering. Anxiously I said, “Uh, I’m not done. May I have another bottle?”

She shook her head, “No, that is enough for now Arnold. I want you to retain the rest of your fluid.”

With the urine nearly overflowing the bottle, I cried in panic, “Please, Doctor, don’t make me stop in the middle. It hurts to shut it off!”

“Arnold!” she said sternly. “Stop at once, I say. Don’t force me to punish you again.” She raised her gloved palm toward my naked genitals. I still felt a dull ache in my glands from earlier, so I grimaced and cut off the flow. The agony of interrupted urination was preferable to another such strike at the core of my manhood. “That’s better. Now empty the bottle in the sink. In a few minutes, I will allow you to discharge another portion of your water.”

Twice more she repeated the torment, until finally I was at ease.

“So far so good, Arnold. Now we will begin to work on the sexual fluids.” She seated herself comfortably on the couch. “Kneel down in front of me.”

I knelt at her feet and looked up at her, my eyes level with her magnificent bosom. “Look at my breasts, Arnold. Do they make you feel sexually excited?”

“I .. can’t help it.” My penis was once again thrusting straight out in erection.

“Do you feel like you need to masturbate? I would like you to show me how you normally do it.”

I was mortified by her order. “Please Doctor, I can’t. Not while you watch. It’s too humiliating.”

“Stop wasting time. You’re eager enough to masturbate on your own. Now do as I say and masturbate your penis!”

It was strange, but the commanding tone of her voice and the awesome spectacle of her Amazonian beauty left me powerless to disobey. Kneeling submissively before her, I took my penis in my hands and began to caress it. My head was level with her large bare breasts, and my eyes were drawn to them, as she doubtless intended. I longed to suckle at her prominent nipples and to bury my face between them, but I knew better than to ask for such a favor. After a while, I began to feel a curious excitement at performing in front of her. I wanted her to see me consummate this most shameful of all sexual acts, to witness my humiliating surrender to the unnatural lust. But she did not long allow me to savor the situation.

“Arnold, don’t think that I am encouraging you to perform this exhibition for your perverted enjoyment. This is an exercise to increase your ability to control your ejaculatory urges. Therefore, when you approach your orgasm, you will at my command remove your hands from your organs and place them behind your back, suspending all further stimulation. I know it will be hard, Arnold, you will want very badly to release your semen. But you must exercise self-discipline, for two reasons. First, because it is important for your sexual adjustment and the sake of your cure. And second, if that does not persuade you,” she smiled cruelly, “because if you ejaculate I shall spank you on the testicles until you will wish that you had been castrated!”

I did not doubt her threat. She watched coolly as I continued stroking my penis, observing the signs of mounting arousal as my orgasm neared. Escort Ataşehir With a skilled professional eye, she waited until I was just seconds from climax and cried, “Stop!” Summoning my last shred of moral courage, I relinquished the grip on my organs. She grinned as I kneeled dutifully before her with my hands behind my back and my forsaken penis bobbing forlornly in the air.

“Very good, Arnold, very good indeed.” She extended her booted foot and flicked my penis playfully with her toe. “For the first time, that is. Again, please.”

I lost count of the number of times the cruel torture was repeated. Again and again she watched me bring myself to the brink of release only to jerk me back with her command. At last she ceased and motioned me to stand before her.

“You have done well for your first treatment, Arnold, and it is all over, now. It wasn’t so very terrible, was it?” she said, smiling kindly at me. Her eyes focused on my penis, still bobbing very erectly before me. “I see that there is some residual vascular tension in your genitals. That is often a side effect of the treatment. I think you would be more comfortable if we relieved the tension, don’t you?” As she spoke, she took the tip of my erect member and began rolling it between her fingers, holding it just inches from the deep cleavage of her breasts.

I could hardly believe what she seemed to be offering. “Are you going to… to…?”

“Masturbate you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? No, Arnold, we must not reinforce your childish dependence on that habit. I will relieve your tension, but in a way more beneficial to your sexual adjustment. Lie across my lap, now.”

“What… what are you going to do?”

“Well, you’ve been a very naughty boy. And we both know what happens to naughty boys, don’t we?” She laid me over her lap, carefully placing my penis between her leather-clad thighs. It was dripping with excitement and soon made a slippery home for itself. I could feel the tips of her nude breasts tickling my back. “Comfy? Now I’m going to paddle you, Arnold. It will hurt at first, so don’t be ashamed to cry and kick.”

She began spanking me hard with her hand, the leather glove making a loud popping sound. Indeed, it did hurt, and I began to kick my bare legs and beg her to stop. But in spite of the painful slaps, my penis was rock hard, and with each blow it rubbed deliciously between her boot tops.

I continued to cry and beg her to stop, but it must have been very clear to her that this was the last thing I wanted. I was getting very close to climax, and the slaps were as hard as ever, but now they felt heavenly. I wanted nothing more than to lie forever on the lap of this divine creature, prolonging the rapture of the spanking eternally. But I could not hold back the course of nature for long, and at last I cried out, “Oh Doctor, I’m going to… I can’t help…”

But she was fully aware of my state. “Yes, that’s right, Arnold, let go on my lap. Just let it come out when you feel like it.”

My penis quivered and began spurting its fluids between her legs. She accelerated the slaps, timing them perfectly to each surge of my ejaculation, which seemed almost endless. At last I ceased, and the rain of blows became gentle pats on my perspiring backside. “There, there. All done now,” she soothed.

She left me alone for a few minutes to dress and collect myself. When she returned, she also was dressed, in her doctor’s whites. As she walked me to the door, she asked, “When would you like your next appointment? I recommend two corrective treatments per week.”

I asked, “Could… could we make it three? I think the extra treatment would be very… good for me.”

She smiled knowingly. “All right. Three it is, then.”

— end —

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What’s up? I’m Malik Sharif, a tall, athletically built young black man of Somali descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. I’m a recent graduate of the University of Alberta, with a Master’s degree in business administration. I presently work for Hydro Alberta, and I make decent money. I recently married a young Ethiopian-born Canadian Muslim woman named Khadija Bogale. She’s the love of my life. Five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin, curly black hair and hazel eyes. We met at the University of Alberta campus in Calgary and fell in love. Now we’re hitched and we live in the west end of metropolitan Calgary. My darling wife Khadija works as a nurse at the local hospital and I think we do alright for ourselves. Just a couple of educated black Muslim professionals living in western Canada. Life seems perfect but underneath it all, things definitely weren’t.

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The three of us sat down and talked about everything and once we got all the questions and stuff out of the way, the fun began. Khadija sat on the couch, wearing a bra and panties while Clarence and I undressed. I admired Clarence’s body. Dude wasn’t bad-looking. I’m six-foot-one and strongly built. He looked scrawny compared to me but made up for it by having a nice big dick. Clarence and I smiled at Khadija while stroking each other’s cocks. We kissed, then playfully wrestled while Khadija watched us, giggling and fingering her wet pussy. Clarence sucked my dick Maltepe Escort Bayan and I ran my hands through his hair, winking at my wife. Khadija blew me a kiss and encouraged us to continue. Horny as we were, we would have probably continued even without her blessing but hey, it’s always a good idea to get on the lady of the house’s good side.

I got hard, and so did Clarence. I sucked his dick for a bit, then he rolled on a condom and bent me over. Khadija came and applied lubricant on my asshole as Clarence held my dark ass cheeks open. It was my sweet wife who guided Clarence’s thick white cock into my asshole. I gritted my teeth as he penetrated me. Be gentle, Khadija reminded Clarence sternly, and he nodded. Slowly the short dude worked most of his dick up my ass. And just like that, I lost my anal virginity. As Clarence pumped his cock up my ass, Khadija stroked and sucked my dick, getting it nice and hard. Later, she joined the action. Khadija got on the carpeted floor and spread her legs in a most welcoming manner. I licked her pussy and soon had her moaning in pleasure.

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Khadija and I have grown closer as a result of these shared experiences. There’s no secrets between us. I can honestly say that we are one. I am a Muslim man of Somali descent who is bisexual and I’m happily married to an Ethiopian-Canadian Muslim woman who accepts me for who I am. We play with other gay or bisexual men, in a discrete and safe manner. I’m doing real good at my job at Hydro Alberta and I’m energetically contributing to both the black community and the Muslim community. As an educated black man who’s happily married, successful and a Muslim immigrant, I amaze many. They frequently ask me how I do it and that makes me smile. I know that I would be nothing without the Grace of God for He brought my darling wife Khadija into my life. Allah Akbar!

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