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Queen Yavara: Chapter 12

This one was a tough rewrite. I’d gotten some deserved criticism on the original for making Yavara’s character too fluid, so I changed her reasoning for some of the things she does here. Yavara, while over all a pretty good person, is not without flaws.

Going Down Under–Chapter 2

Unlike my other stories, this is a work of fiction. Any similarity between people and events depicted here and actual people and events is FUCKING AWESOME and I want meet these people.

The Dancer’s Wedding

Here it is, the final installment. it took me a lot longer to write then i thought it would. Perfecting the speeches and the sex so it was a perfect ending to this amazing series. Thankyou to everyone who reads this, weather you have just read them or if you have been with me from the start. it has been amazing to read all of your reviews 🙂 So without much more ado, here is our favorite gay couples wedding

Do I have to? Part two…

FOR IL-PAM, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!
Since I had sucked the big trucker’s cock it was all I could think about. It led to so my jerk sessions Remembering the taste of his salty cum, the spongy
head on my tongue, his wide meat between my lips, but most of all the amazing feeling of it throbbing and gushing his warm seed into my mouth. There is NO
sensation like that of a large cock cumming in your mouth. I went back several times hoping to get another taste over the course of the next two months. I
went home dissapointed each time. Didn’t know his number, and I never knew his name. That part killed me. A man ejaculated in my mouth, and I happily
swallowed everything he had to offer. And I never knew his name.
After a night of tanning in the nude, body hair removal, and doing squats at the gym left me horny. My girlfriend dug the whole male stripper look so much I
did that for her right down the the waxed eyebrows. No facial hair, about 7% bodyfat. She loved it. I am about 6′ 210lbs cut. Not very big, upper body wise
but I took after my mother’s side of the family and had thick thighs and a bubble butt. Showered and dressed at the gym. Thinking about felatio so much I
forgot to pack underwear. My thin black dress pants clung to my butt cheeks a little as I over lotioned.No matter. Made me feel naughty as childish as that
sounds. I went down the strip club AND HE WAS THERE! I sat right next to him and immediately started I guess, flirting with him? He wasn’t so receptive and
actually a little rude so I got up and sat all the way in the corner of the bar, inthe last seat. He joined me a few minutes later sliding past me into the
very last seat in the corner. We talked and I FINALLY learned his name, but didn’t seem at all interested in mine. His name was Greg. I noticed Greg’s big,
long bulge in his pants and stared at it. I wanted it soo bad! He noticed me staring at it and sort of fixed himself pointing it straight upward through his
thin sweat pants. Eventually I turned my attention to the stripper to the right. She was actually kinda hot! She had a Puerto Rican flag lower back tramp
stamp with hearts around it. Had that Jlo bubble butt thing happening too. Huge tits. For a minute I forgot about his large penis until he asked me if I was
ready. I got that weird-scared feeling in the pit of my stomach again. I was excited to take him in my mouth again! He stood up first and pushed his chair in
all the way. I stood up also and he motioned for me to go first. It was a tight squeeze. He leaned up against the wall while I tried to slide past. When I
got to be directly in front of him I felt his hard-on on my ass cheek. I had to sort of lean forward over his chair to create room. “Wait.” He said. “Stay
right here”. I felt his hands immediately on hips. His pole also found its way in my crack. He pulled me back into him and I started to straighten up a
little. “No stay just like that” he directed. I was slightly bent over the back of his chair when he started to grind himself against me. What was he doing?
It felt good, but this was not what I was expecting at all. We both might as weel have been nude. I wasn’t wearing any underwear with my pants clinging to my
ass cheeks and he was wearing thin sweatpants. I felt everything. He had forced himself beteen my ass cheeks and was pleasing himself behind me circling his
hips, and dry humping me! It did feel good though. I pulled me hard into him whilee he pushed his hip forward. I felt myself get hard. My face got red as I
realized the stripper was pretending not to look. “Do you like that?” I felt his breathe on my ear. I got the chills all through me. I did so I said “Yes,
Daddy. I do.” The rubbing and pressure made my lower ass tingle with delight. “OK.” He stated. “Let’s go out to my truck.”
When we got in the truck he stood inbetween the driver and passenger seats leaning on them. I was put on my knees facing him with my back to his bed.
Basically facing the opposite way as last time. he din’t say a word but had a look on his face like he was expecting something. I knew what to do. I reached
up and pulled down his sweatpants there was an amazing bulge testing the taught fabric of his boxer briefs. I couldn’t help it. I reached up and massaged his
huge lump, and gave it a gentle squeeze. I then slowly pulled down his underwear and revealed the thing I hoped to be feeding off of the rest of the night.
It was about 3/4 erect. It was pointing almost straight towards my face as If it knew. What a beautiful site! All I could do was stare at the imense mushroom
head. It was so appetizing and inviting. I knew what I had to do first. “Um, Sir.” I asked in a meek voice. “Your cock is sooo big and juicy. May I suck it
please, Daddy?” “I’m not sure.” he says. “Do you deserve to suck on my big dick? Will you do a good job?” he asked. “Yes, Daddy Ive been good and I PROMISE
to suck your fat dick really good, Daddy. I promise to make you happy!” I hopefully replied. “You may” he replied. I put my hands behind my back glared at
the delicious looking large tip in front of me licking my lips. I then looked up at him and locked eyes. I opened my mouth really wide and gently closed on
the head. I slid my wet lips off his mushroom put my lips together and kissed it. He smiled. I opened up wide again and with eyes eyes trained on my mouth
the whole time I engulfed the whole head and clamped down on his thick shaft. I started to bob slowly. He moaned softly by making the yummy sound
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” I had waited two months for this moment and it was worth it. It started to plump in my mouth. Taking his manhood in my mouth was like I was
starving and I just took the first bite of a well marinated, juicy, medium-rare steak. I moaned with a yummy sound of my own. I wanted to please him and with
his mighty pole in my mouth I started to take him deeper in my throat. I was determined. I repositioned myself on my knees so I was a little higher, and
leaned so I could offer more throat. I had about 7″ in my mouth comfortably when it hit an obstacle. I relaxed my throat and swallowed the head several
times. Each time I took him a little deeper. I stopped to breathe heavily out of my nose, then pressed on. It was too big for me but I pushed passed and just
like that my lips were wrapped around the very base and I had a nose full of pubic hair. I paused, proud of myself and breathed some more and stayed there
getting used to this sensation. It was uncomfortable, but I could manage. Then He grabbed my head with both hands and held it still and started to face fuck
me. His cockhead remained lodged in my esopugus as he fucked only about 3″ in and out. “Yeah take that big dick down your throat you little cocksucker.” I
had all to do to take it but I did not want to dissapoint my Daddy. He then let go and his hands wound up on his hips. I released him from my throat and
started back to bob back and forth from the head to about 3″ from the base. Again, slowly like he liked it. I tasted my throat on his meat and was very aware
of my breath. I just started to think I could nurse from his monster all day when he pulled it from my mouth and said “that’s enough.” I was confused. “Turn
around and stay down.” he said. I listened and faced the small bed. He was behind me and got on his knees. “Put your hands flat on the bed and don’t move
them until I tell you, you little bitch”. He dictated. “Yes, Daddy” I obeyed. I felt his hands go around my waist when he started to unbuckle my pants. He
startled me, my stomach quivered. It tickled. The next thing I knew my pants were down to my knees as I wondered what he was doing. He took my shoes off, and
yanked my pants completely off me. I realized I was nude from the waist down accept for my socks. I still had a polo shirt on. Somehow made me feel more
naked then if I was completely nude with just my backside completely exposed. I was very aware of my ass and I felt hot from embarassment. “Yeah, now you’re
going to give me your little boy-pussy.” I know it was a stupid question but I couldn’t stop myself “Umm, Daddy, Sir, are you going to fuck me in the
ass?””No” he said sarcastically. “I’m worried about your health and I’m giving you a free prostate exam”. He was condescending and made me feel stupid. It
wasn’t that I didn’t know what he was doing, I just couldn’t believe it. I was scared and I didn’t sign on for this. That feeling in the pit of my stomach
returned. “Now get up on the edge of the bed, and put your palms flat down, and your face in the mattress.” He commanded. I listened. I felt a little
helpless. He stood up behind me and put his right hand on my hip, and his left hand held my shoulder tightly. Whem he did that I felt his horsecock poke
awkwardly against my bottom. My knees were at the very edge, my lower legs and feet were off the bed completely. I was obscenely bent over in the doggiestyle
positon. I felt the head press against my defensless virgin sphincter. Could I have ran out of there screaming? Probably. He just had this Drill-Seargant
like authority over me. Not only was I intimidated by him I had this overwhelming feeling of not wanting to dissapoint him. He pressed forward. It didn’t
hurt, it actually tingled my asshole a little. Ever since my brother had a little “accident” in summer camp I always thoroughly washed and scrubbed all my
crevices very well. So I had some confidence in that. Then it popped in past my weak drawstring like defense. The head was in and my sphincter tightened on
the shaft right underneath it. It hurt to be suddenly violated like that for the first time by something this size. Then he started to push into me. It hurt,
but not too bad where I couldn’t handle it at first. I just had this overwhelming sensation of something going in the wrong way and I didn’t like it. He kept
going as I grunted taking it in the ass for the fist time ever. My anal virginity was gone to add insult to injury. Not sure my masculinity or pride can
handle this one. We’ll see. I had no choice. He kept forcing deeper into me slowly and I thought he never stop and then I felt his groin area flush against
me. My entire rectum was filled with man meat. The tip felt like it went too far, as if it were into my bowls. It hurt, but he didn’t care as my bodily
language was obvious that I was in pain. I was sweating, breathing heavy, and writhing. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh” he groaned while he started to cicrcle his hips and
try to get into me deeper. Then he pulled out about 4″. Instantly I felt relief. Then back in again. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to get out of my own skin.
Then, each time he slowly pumped his fat dick inside me, I began to loosen. It didn’t hurt so much anymore. Almost like I my ass was becoming acclimated to
being reemed by Godzilla’s tail. I felt a tickle in my lower ass. I figured it was right near my prostate as it was being unvoluntarily massaged by a
massive, hard intruder. I sort of unclenched, and relaxed. It got a lot easier and felt a lot more pleasurable. In the matter of a couple of minutes I went
from nothing but pain to liking it in the ass. It started to feel really good. Then he started to spank me, and told me to “take it!” At first it startled
me, but the quick sting faded and my sphincter tingled with delight. “Yes, Daddy spank me!” I begged. “Oh, you like that!?” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He
spanked me harder and beginning to fuck me harder. It felt soooo good. I wondered if I could cum like this. I think maybe I could. The small truck cabin
filled with the noise of him crashing his pelvic area against my bent-over ass cheeks. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Oh yeah take it you bitch!” he called out.
“Yes Daddy, fuck me harder!” I wanted more. He spanked me several times more. I loved it and and moaned each time he did it. He then stopped suddenly. “No
Daddy, fuck me. Spank me, please!?” “Oh you want more? BEG!” I quickly pleaded with Greg to fuck & spank me like a bitch “Umm, Daddy-Sir Please fuck and
spank your little bitch, please Daddy, please, please, please!!!” With that he shoved into me hard from just having the head in me. Bang! My body was hurled
forward. It hurt deep inside me, but it felt too good. “MOre Daddy, please MOre!” Taking really long, sudden and quick strokes into me excited me. I could
definitely cum from this. I moaned like a drunken cheerleader while the entire football team took turns on her from behind. Then he grabbed me by my hips
roughly and held me still while he fucked me hard and fast. Oh my god I was going to cum if he kept up this pace! “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum in your little boy
pussy bitch” he said. I wanted him too I wantted him to bad! “Oh Daddy use my boy pussy and cum deep inside me, pleeeeaasee!” I whined for it. My body rocked
back and forth with his thrusts and you could hear his furious pace in which he took me from behind Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! His pelvis cracked against my
bubble butt while his meat missile thrusted all the way inside me. Then his furious pace slowed, and became awkward.”Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!” he let out a loud
groan and began to cum in me. Quick, deliberate, deep thrusts in followed be a pause, then again, then again while moaned behind cumming wildly. He only let
out about 4″ then back in whith each cum shot that painted my inner walls. “Take it you slut, take my cum up your ass!Take it, tak it bitch” His words made
me even hotter. I was right there but his orgasming interrupted the amazing rythem I needed to cum myself. I didn’t care. I grabbed my cock and pushed back
and squeezed his thick cock. My gooey, wet ass felt sooo good. I squealed loudly and began to shoot on his bed. I saw a white flash and came so hard from my
inner ass. I don’t think he noticed what I was doing he was so involved in defiling my my tight unused ass. His own orgasm wound down while I was still
shooting cum. He began to pivot and rotate his hips and moan in pleasure it felt sooo good i didn’t want it to end. Soon we were both breathing heavy and
exhaused while he was still in me. He pulled out of me with a nasty slurpy noise. “Get dressed and leave I need to go home!” He ordered. “Thank you Dadddy,
when can I have some more cock again….

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Breaking All The Rules, part 3

In part three things slowly spiral out of control, but Thomas Anderson enjoys every thrilling sensual minute of the situation. And Scarlet skips class with two sweet but stoned out teenage boys named Ted Turner, and Jason Dunkin. Note, part 3 is a bit longer then parts 1 and 2

Missy: Day Four

Comments are always helpful for feedback. I hope you’re enjoying Missy and her adventures. Happy readings!

The Night My Girlfriend Really Tried To Fuck Me

In most Femdom stories the male shrinks into woeful pathetic submission once his cock is locked up by the dominant woman. Here is, I believe, a somewhat more likely scenario.
CHAPTER 1
I sat impatiently for what seemed to be forever. “Celeste,” I called out from the living room, “what’s taking you so long?” I was frustrated by the delay.
“Wow, Pierre…sometimes you can be such a child. I told you before,” she called back, “I’m setting up something special—something you’ll never forget. Just be patient, OK?”
Oh, sure…just be patient—easy for her to say. I’ve got a raging hard-on—so hard it actually hurts– over having some incredible sex with my girlfriend and she tells me to be patient. Celeste and I have been a twosome for more than three years and the sex just keeps getting better and better. Initially I was drawn to her body. I think she looks just like the porn star of the same name, but lately I’ve been thinking she might be the one—you know…the one I bring home to meet my mother. I’ve already met her folks several times. They’re OK if you like a wimpy weakling of a man and a domineering, controlling woman–which I don’t–but so far Celeste hadn’t shown any of her mother’s domineering traits.
“OK, darling I’m ready; c’mon in.” It took all my will power to walk into the bedroom; I felt like running as fast as my legs could carry me. I looked around confused; I couldn’t see what had taken so long. It was Saturday night—the night we always had sex, sometimes for hours and hours until we were both exhausted, covered in sweat and cum. Celeste sat me on the bed and began to undress me. When I tried to reciprocate she pushed my hands away telling me, “Not yet!” When I was completely naked she moved me to the center of our queen-sized bed, my rock hard dick sticking straight up into the air.
That’s when I found out what she had been doing—she tied my wrists to ropes that were already attached to the bed frame. When my hands were secured she stretched me out by tying my ankles to the frame at the foot of the bed. “I’m really glad now that Daddy made me take all those boating courses while I was in junior high. That’s where I learned to tie those knots. They’re really strong so I know you’ll be there until I let you go.”
“OK, honey, you got me. Just take one look at me…I need to fuck you so badly. Why are you still dressed?”
“First, Pierre you know I don’t like that word…I think you could say that you are definitely going to get ‘screwed’ tonight. It will definitely be a night you’ll never forget, but you’re not going to screw. Sorry.”
“What? What the heck’s going on, Celeste?”
“How often do we make love, Pierre?”
“Geez, Celeste…how many times do we have to do this? You know as well as I do that we make love twice a week, on Tuesday and Saturday nights, just like your parents.”
“Right, and how many times do you masturbate?”
“Haven’t we gone over this, too? You know I jerk off twice a week. I’d rather fuck you but you won’t do it more than twice a week.”
“That’s all my parents do it and if it’s good enough for them it should be good enough for you.”
“Celeste, let me remind you…again, for what must be the thousandth time… that I am not your father. I don’t know anything about his sex drive, if he even has one; I only know that twice a week isn’t enough for me. Haven’t we talked about this before?”
“Yes, we have. That’s why I’m done talking. I’m acting. I want you to save yourself for me. I think that masturbating is disgusting and sinful. I don’t want you doing it any more!”
“Fine…I’ll be glad to stop if you’ll just accommodate me.”
“No—twice a week is my limit and after tonight it will be your limit, too.” She reached under the bed and brought out a small box. I totally freaked out when I saw what it was; my eyes were big as saucers!
“CELESTE,” I screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? GET THAT FUCKING THING AWAY FROM ME! YOU’RE NOT PUTTING THAT MONSTROSITY ON ME!”
“First of all, don’t swear. You know I don’t like it. If you love me the way you say you do you won’t have any problem wearing it.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, if you love me you won’t even think about putting that fucking thing on me.” I began thrashing about. My limbs were secured, but my body wasn’t and there was no way she was putting that chastity thing on me if I could help it. Apparently, Celeste had thought this out pretty well because she produced two more ropes that she cinched around my waist and thighs and tightened with a piece of broomstick, screwing them tighter and tighter until I couldn’t move at all.
She put the cock cage on me—my erection had evaporated the instant I had seen that horrible thing– and locked it in place, telling me, “I know what you’re thinking—saw off the lock. I’m not stupid, you know. This is a special lock with a hardened hasp and a stainless steel body. It can’t be cut with a hack saw. Now, I’m leaving you there all night so get comfortable. You need to cool down. I’ll release you when I go to church in the morning.” She kissed my cheek, removed her clothes and climbed into bed with me. She fell asleep in minutes; I wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon, if at all. I was raging mad. It’s a good thing I was tied up; I was angry enough to kill her.
CHAPTER 2
True to her word Celeste untied me when she left for her weekly church attendance. I never went—personal issues, but that’s another story. No sooner had she backed out of the garage than I headed for my work bench. I pulled out my hack saw and checked the blade. I would have bet that Celeste had never seen a blade like this one. It had no teeth—not a single one. Some years ago I was wandering through a hardware store and saw it. The store owner told me it was incredible—it would cut through anything. It was a diamond blade with thousands of tiny industrial diamonds permanently epoxied to a heavy gauge steel shaft. I had used it for years and it was still as good as new.
I pulled the entire cock cage through the zipper opening in my jeans and examined it closely. I found that if I twisted the lock at an angle I was just able to get the blade onto the hardened shackle without risking my thigh or abdomen. This seemed to be the best bet as the lock’s body was made of stainless steel, an extremely hard substance and almost impossible to cut without a torch or hydraulic shears. I gripped the lock with a pair of Vise-Grips that closed over the cylindrical body making it much easier to position the lock and keep it there without risking my fingers, although a couple of cuts would have been worth it just to rid myself of this “thing.” I took long slow strokes, knowing that this might take a while. I sawed for five minutes before checking my progress—there were definitely the beginnings of a cut so I continued. It took just over a half hour, but the shackle eventually parted. I ripped that monstrosity from my body before putting the rest of my plan into action.
I spread a plastic painter’s tarp on the garage floor and went in to get all of Celeste’s shit. I dumped her clothes onto the tarp, emptying her closet in three trips. I used some trash bags to empty her bureau; I wasn’t very neat about it—I just dumped everything in. Her toiletries went into another bag. Finally, it was her shoes. It took me just over an hour, but I finished with time to spare—a little more than ten minutes. I sat on the front porch eagerly awaiting Celeste’s return.
She pulled into the driveway and raised the garage door with the remote. I stepped in front of her waving my arms to get her to stop, although it might have been poetic justice if she had driven over her own stuff. I opened the car door and pulled her out, removing my house key from her ring and the door remote from her visor in the process. “What are you doing, Pierre?”
“It’s quite simple, Celeste—I’m giving you the same consideration you gave me last night—none! I’m throwing you out. It’s a good thing you have an SUV. You’ll be able to take everything in one trip.” I lowered the rear seats and started to carry all her stuff to the car. Celeste stood by crying the entire time. Finally done, I handed her into the car and just before closing the door on her and our relationship, I gave her the cock cage she had bought for me. “Any time you’re wondering what went wrong just pull this out and look at it. I couldn’t care less that your parents use one. Personally, I always thought your father was one of the biggest pussies I’ve ever met. Here’s a check for half of what’s in our bank account, even though I earn more than twice what you do. I’ll take your name off the account first thing tomorrow. If you make any withdrawals before then I’ll have you charged with theft since you’ve already received more than your share. Also, here’s your wonderful lock. Remind me to teach you about diamond saw blades some day–now, good bye.” I closed the door, turned my back to her and walked into the house, leaving Celeste to wonder what the hell had happened.
I knew that Celeste had no place to go. Her parents were almost a hundred miles away—too long a commute to work, but that was too bad! This was my house—alright, technically it belonged to my parents, but since they moved permanently to Florida it was mine to use. I’d inherit it someday, but, of course, I hoped that would be far into the future. I walked in, turned on the TV, whipped out my cock and stroked it to hardness. I’d missed the great sex we usually had on Saturday night so I was badly in need now. I was still furious with Celeste, but cumming hard would take the edge off. I grabbed my cock between my thumb and forefinger, pulled the foreskin back, savoring the tension before slowly allowing it to spring back to the head.
I had only stroked it four or five times when it hardened, growing to more than twice its original size. There were times I’d enjoy lingering—slowly stroking and building to an eruption, but this morning my need was urgent. The frustrations of last night and Celeste’s stupid thoughtlessness magnified my need; I needed to cum and I needed it now. My pace increased as I gripped my cock more firmly. I could feel my balls clench as my semen forced its way through my body. I convulsed wildly as stream after stream of hot white cum shot several feet into the air before landing on my chest and stomach. It took several minutes for my breathing to return to normal. Celeste never masturbated; she didn’t know what she was missing.
CHAPTER 3
I was at work the following morning in my office at Smith, Smith and O’Malley. We’re architects; I’m O’Malley, the product of an Irish-American businessman father and a French Canadian mother. When the phone rang I answered it as I always do, “Pierre O’Malley.” I could hear crying so it had to be Celeste. “What?”
Between sniffles she managed to speak, “Can we talk?”
“If I remember correctly, you refused to talk to me, didn’t you? Now it’s my turn—I don’t really have anything to say to you. I said it once and I’ll say it again, good bye, Celeste.” I hung up the phone. Now, to be completely honest, I did miss her and I still loved her, but after what she did to me she deserved to suffer. I put her out of my mind as I returned to my latest project—remodeling a factory outlet mall for a national client. It was almost finished and now that I had nobody to go home to I’d stay late and finish it by week’s end—just in time for next week’s meeting with the client.
Celeste called every day over the next two weeks but I refused to speak with her. However, she did get through to me on Friday morning. “Please, Pierre…please say you’ll talk to me. I’ll do anything. I’ll get on my hands and knees and crawl if I have to.”
“OK, Celeste, let’s get together today for lunch. Come to my office and once you’re in the lobby get down and crawl to the receptionist and then into my office. Be here by 11:45. Then I’ll take you out for lunch and we can talk.” I hung up thinking that she’d never do it. Celeste had a lot of pride and self-respect. She’d never crawl—for me or for anyone. I was wrong.
I got a call from Reception at 11:48—Celeste had just crawled into the office and asked for me. “Send her back, Sally,” I told her as I rose from my desk and moved to the door. I would have laughed at Celeste under other circumstances but there was nothing funny about this. She was obviously desperate. I watched her crawl almost seventy-five feet. When she reached my office I pulled her up, “C’mon, get up. You look silly down there. How are you?”
I guess that was the wrong thing to say because she broke into tears again. I grabbed her arm and led her out the back to my car. In ten minutes we were seated in one of my favorite Italian restaurants. We ordered drinks and I sat back waiting for her to speak. Between sobs she could barely get it out, “I called…(sob)… my mother and…(sob)… told her what you said…(sob)… about…(sob)… Daddy. First, she laughed…(sob)… and laughed then she…(sob)… told me…(sob)…told me… she agreed with you. (sob)…(sob) Then she yelled at me. (sniff)…She called me a …(sob)…fucking…(sob)…fucking idiot for doing…you know…to you. Mother never swears. Oh, Pierre, I’ve been so miserable since you threw me out.”
“I always liked your mother; I always thought she made a lot of sense, and, of course, she knows more about your father than anyone.” I looked up at Celeste again and saw she was crying again. “Don’t cry, Celeste. You’ll find someone else.” I didn’t know why I was being so cruel. I guess it was some kind of revenge, because Celeste completely broke down. I signaled the waitress, telling her I was sorry, but we had to leave. I paid the check and helped Celeste to the car. She bawled all the way back to my office. We sat in the car for almost fifteen minutes while she composed herself. “Pierre, I admit I was wrong. I made a huge mistake, but I still love you and I want to be with you. Can’t you please forgive me? I’ll do anything…anything… to make it up to you. We can fuck every day if you want. I’ll even let you do anal. Please, Pierre…won’t you give me another chance?”
“OK, Celeste, you just had your confession. What comes next?”
“I don’t understand, Pierre.”
“You’re the one who goes to church here. When you go to confession what does the priest tell you to do.”
“Oh…you mean penance?”
“Right, you’ve confessed you made a mistake, but now you need to do penance. Be at my house at five sharp this afternoon. Remove your clothes and pile them neatly by the door. Kneel and ring the bell. That will be the start of your penance. It will end sometime Sunday afternoon—you’ll miss church. I’ll see you then. Now I have to get back to work.”
Celeste left and I finished my project in an hour; I told my partners I was taking the afternoon off, and maybe Monday, too. On my way out I stopped to see Sally, our receptionist. She was a super-hot twenty-five year old bombshell and she’d been after me for months. I always told her I was taken. Now I asked her for a favor and when she heard what I wanted she laughed and smiled broadly as she agreed.
I stopped at several stores on my way home, buying some supplies for the weekend. I went home, cleaned up a bit and lay down for a quick nap. I had a long evening planned.
I watched Celeste drive up at 4:50. She looked up and down the street, checking to see if anyone was outside, before stripping and laying her clothes by the door. She dropped to her knees and rang the bell. I let her wait nervously for fifteen minutes before answering the door. Instead of letting her in I took the dog collar I had bought and fastened it around her neck. It looked really cute—pink with rhinestones all around. I attached the matching leash and pulled her into the living room, telling her to sit up and beg like the good puppy she was. “OK, Celeste, your penance begins now and ends at three Sunday afternoon. If you want me back you will have to do exactly as I say. Any deviation and I’ll show you to the door. Do you understand?
“Yes, Pierre.”
Do you agree to follow my instructions? Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you in any way.”
“OK, I agree. What do I have to do?”
“Your first task is to masturbate twenty times before the deadline—twenty times, so I suggest you get started right away. Get up into this chair; sit on the towel and put one leg over each arm. I think you know what to do. We’ll keep score on this old calendar. Every time you cum I’ll sign off on a date. You’ll be done when you reach twenty.”
“Pierre, you know I never masturbate.”
“Yes, I do. That’s why you’re doing it now. I suggest you get started. It will get harder as you go.”
“Pierre,” she spoke slowly and softly, “would you give me some inspiration?” I knelt beside her, took her head into my hands and leaned in to kiss her. She reacted with incredible energy and desire, as though all her woes of the past two weeks had disappeared in a second. She ran her hand over my crotch several times turning me on as much as she was. I opened my eyes to see her hand drop to her cunt; she moved her fingers into her tunnel several times before bringing them to my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean.
“That’s all the help you’re getting, Celeste. If I’m not careful you’ll have me doing it for you. Come on, you can do it twice while I get dinner.” I turned away to set the table as Celeste turned all her attention to her cunt. I kept an eye on her although she never knew it. I made a tossed salad and checked on the potatoes I had placed in the oven earlier. I removed the chicken breasts from the refrigerator, turning them in the marinade. I had just finished when I heard Celeste panting. I returned to her side to see her working her clit furiously with one hand while pumping her tunnel non-stop with the other. Her body rose from the chair as spasm gripped her one—two—three times. She grunted loudly before sagging back drained and covered with a layer of sweat. I handed her a dish towel and kissed her cheek.
“Oh my God,” she panted, “I had no idea I could do that. It was incredible.”
“Yes, it can be pretty intense, but, given the choice, I’d much prefer fucking you. That’s even better.”
Celeste looked up showing her need, “Will we get to do that? I need you so badly.”
“We’ll see,” was all I’d reveal. “Now rest a bit and try again while I get the grill going. We’re having one of your favorites.” I walked outside to start the grill and was pleased when I returned to find Celeste playing with her pussy again. She came screaming just as I set the food on the table. I dried her, draping a towel over her shoulders. I poured the wine, a dry Chardonnay I knew she loved. After dinner she returned again to the chair and she came once before I finished with the dishes–three down and seventeen to go. She managed to cum twice more before I pulled her to the shower and bed.
As was our custom we were naked in bed. I kissed her, of course, but rejected her requests for sex. I had other plans for her tomorrow. I woke around four to find the bed shaking; Celeste was rubbing her pussy again. It took her more than ten minutes that I was aware of; by the time she was up to twenty it might take an hour or more. I really didn’t care if she made it to that goal. What I wanted was for her to expand her sexual horizons and to understand that masturbating is a natural and satisfying practice. I gave her a deep kiss as I whispered, “Good girl, you’re doing great. It’s nice to know I mean so much to you; now, let’s go back to sleep.” She spooned with me, pulling my hand to her breasts as we once again fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER 4
I woke again around seven to find the bed shaking in the dim light. Celeste was breathing rapidly as she rubbed her clit energetically. She had thrown the blankets off, spread her legs and raised her knees. Both hands were at her pussy, the left from what I could see was sliding in and out of her tunnel while her right attacked her hard clit. I leaned over, kissed her cheek and took her breasts in my hands. I rolled her nipples between my fingers as Celeste turned her head to kiss me, her tongue tickling my tonsils in her passion. I noticed her hips bucking as she neared her climax. Finally, her hips rose more than a foot and the “Ooohhhhhh, Pierre!” she screamed signaled its arrival. Celeste was shaking as she came down.
“Having fun?” I teased her.
“Yes, darling, much more than I thought I would. I think I’ve been missing something. Is it like this for you?”
“Well, maybe someday I’ll let you watch.” Celeste grinned wildly before replying, “It’s a deal.” I gave her a quick kiss and pointed her to the shower. “I’ll get coffee and start breakfast.” I was back five minutes later with her cup. I had one of those Keurig one-cup brewers. It was fast and the coffee was consistently great. Celeste was just coming out of the shower so I took a second to suckle her wet nipples. “I didn’t realize I was on the menu this morning,” she kidded. I gave her a playful spank and returned to the kitchen.
Celeste had a towel around her head—wet hair—but was otherwise naked as per my instructions. She kissed the back of my neck just as I began the fried eggs. I had several hard rolls on plates that I had already buttered. I had placed four slices of bacon on each and in a minute I would add two eggs to each, salt and pepper, and slice each one—this was one breakfast my cardiologist hated. I brought the plates to the table to find Celeste playing with her clit again. “How many now,” I asked.
“Seven, going on eight; it’s amazing how addictive this can be.” Yeah, tell me about it; I’ve been addicted since I was twelve—just over twenty years. I’m 32 and at six feet even I’m just three inches taller than Celeste. I outweigh her by forty pounds—I’m 170–but her weight is so superbly distributed while mine is almost straight up and down. We both stay in excellent shape by exercising together at our club and by jogging.
We were mostly silent as we ate but as soon as she was finished she asked what was in store for today. “If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it? To start with I want you to masturbate some more. It’ll get harder the farther along you go.”
“OK,” she replied as she shuddered. A couple of deep breaths later, “Make that eight; I never knew penance could be so much fun.”
“Yeah, well don’t go getting any ideas. Once with that thing was my limit.” Celeste came over and sat in my lap. Actually, straddled my lap would be more accurate. She stared into my eyes for several minutes before kissing me. She jumped up reminding me, “Back to work—it’s a tough job but someone’s got to do it.” I gave her another spank and sent her on her way. I adjusted the calendar to reflect her eight orgasms and tackled the dishes.
Celeste and I had worked out what we felt was an equitable division of the chores after she had moved in more than two years ago. Her job as an accountant was strictly 9 to 5 whereas my work as an architect often required me to work at night, especially when I was involved with our local school district and village. Their boards met in the evenings so many of my presentations didn’t end until 9:00 pm or later. Celeste handled all the household duties during the week; I handled them on the weekends. We did have a cleaning service in every Thursday morning and a lawn service every Friday. We could afford them. There was no mortgage on the house but I did send my folks “rent” every month even though they had never asked for anything. Celeste drove a Toyota Highlander that was only two years old and fully paid for; I usually drove a Porsche 911 convertible, renting an SUV when I needed something bigger.
That’s why I was doing the cooking and cleaning now. I could have made Celeste do it as part of her penance, but that would have been spiteful. Besides, she would need all her strength for what I had planned this afternoon. Celeste applied herself diligently for the rest of the morning reaching a total of eleven by the time I brought her several grilled hot dogs for lunch. We sat and watched a football game—a Saturday tradition with us—until three when the doorbell rang. I almost smiled when I told Celeste to answer the door.
“But….”
“No buts, Celeste…answer it. If you want I could break out your leash and lead you there. What would be more embarrassing?” She began to protest further but stopped when I pointed to the door. I could hear a woman’s voice when it was opened, “Oh my, don’t you look delicious. Aren’t you going to invite me in, Celeste?” I saw Sally step around the stupefied Celeste, walk up the hallway, and enter the living room. I stood to greet her as she winked conspiratorially at me. I hugged her and kissed her cheek as I told her, “Sally, what a wonderful surprise; how nice of you to stop by!”
I allowed the silence to become uncomfortable before speaking again, “Celeste! Where are your manners? Help our guest out of her clothes.” Now Celeste was completely confused; she stood there looking back and forth between Sally and me until I prodded her again, “Celeste, please help Sally out of her clothes. You’re being extremely rude.”
Celeste finally stepped forward to unbutton Sally’s blouse. I took it from her and lay it on the nearby chair. This was followed by her bra. Sally had amazing breasts—D-cup, at least, and very firm—almost as amazing as Celeste’s which were a double-D and showed not an inkling of sag. Celeste unzipped Sally’s slacks, removed her sandals and hose, leaving her standing there in a sexy pair of cream colored boy shorts. Celeste looked at me, but a nod answered her question. Thumbs in the band brought them quickly to Sally’s ankles, revealing her well trimmed pussy. In contrast Celeste had a full bush of hair, but that would be going soon.
Now it was Sally’s turn to act. She moved close to Celeste—they were standing nipple to nipple– and kissed her deeply. Celeste thought about complaining, but that was all it was—a thought, as Sally’s tongue found its way into Celeste’s mouth and her fingers found their way into Celeste’s cunt. I watched with an amused smile as Sally pulled Celeste to the floor. She positioned Celeste on her back, straddled her face and fell between her legs.
Sally was clearly the aggressor, grinding her cunt into Celeste’s mouth while pushing her tongue between her labia, but Celeste was responding eagerly as she lapped up everything Sally’s cunt could produce. It was all planned yesterday when I spoke to Sally at the office. Sally had come on to me numerous times, but, of course, I had always told her I was taken. She had also confided to me that she was bisexual and that she really had the “hots” for Celeste. I told her yesterday that both her fantasies could come true this afternoon and evening.
I allowed them to go at it for about ten minutes, watching as Celeste came once and Sally twice. I gave Celeste credit for this one, raising her total to thirteen before I shed my clothing, as well. Kneeling behind Sally I put a condom over my rock hard cock and plunged it into Sally’s wet cunt. She groaned loudly as my balls swung over Celeste’s face, brushing occasionally over her nose. I must have fucked Sally for four or five minutes before pulling out and moving over her ass. Sally had a beautiful body; she was just an inch shorter than Celeste at five feet eight inches and a trifle thinner so I would have guessed her weight at about 120 pounds. I’ve already mentioned her breasts, but her waist was tiny, her abdomen flat, and her ass incredible. I was admiring it at length as I plunged my cock deep into her rectum. Her pussy had been tight, marvelously so, but her ass felt like my cock was in a vise. I withdrew almost to the head before plunging in deeper than before. After watching these two beauties going at each other and fucking her tight cunt, Sally’s ass forced me to cum—hard—after only a half dozen thrusts. I fell back onto the carpet drained as I watched once again Sally and Celeste teasing each other to yet another orgasm. Their bodies shuddered and shook together until they collapsed in a pile, Sally still astride Celeste’s face.
Celeste looked up at me, smiling, her face covered in Sally’s juices, as I leaned down to kiss her and taste Sally for the first time. “How many?” I asked Celeste.
“Oh God—three. Sally’s incredible. I hope I did OK for her. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I know–that’s why you’re doing it now. To show you I’m in a good mood I’ll give you credit for the three.” I staggered up while I could see Celeste thinking. It came to her suddenly, “You…you planned this, didn’t you?”
“Of course, don’t you know there are no coincidences? When was the last time Sally came here? “
“I’ve never been here before today,” Sally responded, “not that I haven’t tried, but he’s always been faithful to you, Celeste. I couldn’t pass up an offer to have both of you, now could I?” Celeste laughed, shaking her head. I separated them and pulled them up to the couch, sitting them together on a big beach towel I had brought out from the closet expressly for this purpose.
We were all naked with Celeste in the middle as we relaxed watching the game. After maybe fifteen minutes a groan caused me to turn away from the set to see Sally suckling on one of Celeste’s beautiful breasts. Celeste was squirming in response when Sally dipped her fingers into Celeste’s hot cunt. It was really running—her thighs were coated. Sally began fucking Celeste with one finger, then two, as her pace increased until her hand looked like she was fucking like a dog, so rapid was it moving. Celeste’s head lolled back on the couch as she lost control. She leaned over to kiss Sally—long, hard and hot—just as her orgasm took control of her body. I couldn’t tell who was smiling more, but Celeste’s smile ended suddenly when she grabbed Sally’s head and forced her tongue deep into her mouth. It was one of the most passionate kisses I’d ever seen. When it ended Celeste dropped off the couch between Sally’s legs, pulled her to the edge of the seat and dove into her cunt.
Celeste attacked her love tunnel with her tongue, fucking it with incredible speed and energy as her fingers found Sally’s swollen clit. It was only seconds before Sally began humping Celeste’s face and only moments later that she rose slowly from the couch before collapsing suddenly and screaming as her orgasm hit her hard. She collapsed in a pile of sweat; Celeste looked up from the floor, her face an expression of lust, covered in Sally’s cum. I grabbed both of them and led them to the shower. There was a lot more to come.
CHAPTER 5
It was a tight squeeze in the shower, but we all made it. I adjusted the water temperature to something we could all agree on—Celeste always liked it much hotter than I could even stand—and we all started to run soap up and down our bodies. We played with each other—tits, balls, cock and pussies, not to mention a few fingers up a few asses, including mine. Then I stepped out and handed Sally what she had been waiting for. Celeste’s eyes got big when she saw the razor and shaving cream. She was about to rebel when I reminded her, “Remember your agreement, Celeste. You are to follow all my orders, and that bush is going. Just be glad you have someone who is experienced doing it, instead of me.” I closed the shower door and toweled dry, watching them as they chatted wildly as only women can do. When they finally emerged Celeste was as bare as the day she was born. I poured a dollop of lotion on my hand and worked in into her abdomen. “Razor burn,” I explained.
I loved eating Celeste’s tasty pussy, but I hated getting her hair in my mouth. I had asked her repeatedly to at least trim it, but I always got the same answer, “My mother doesn’t….“ There were times I tired hearing about her mother. Hopefully this weekend would help break that bond.
I led them back to the living room where I totaled up Celeste’s orgasms. By my count she already had sixteen, but I wanted her back to work. I separated Celeste from Sally, no easy feat, and got her back onto her chair. She laughed, “It feels funny, Pierre. I’m used to having hair there.”
“Well, I love it—no more hairs in my mouth when I’m munching on this tasty treat.” We all laughed at that, and when we finished we could see that Celeste was working her pussy hard with both hands. I decided to give her a helping hand, or more accurately a helping tongue. I knelt between her thighs, savoring their softness. I placed a kiss right on her cunt just before sticking my tongue deep into her as I drank my fill of her nectar. I sucked Celeste’s fingers clean before diving back in. Between my licking and sucking and Celeste’s fingers she came in seconds. I cleaned up her pussy and, as I did, I noticed poor Sally sitting there neglected. I had promised her a great time, and so far I had been right, but there was much more to come. I slid along the floor until I was directly in front of her. I looked up, smiled, and separated her legs. Still grinning I took my first taste of another woman in more than three years. Normally, I would never even think of cheating on Celeste, but she was right here and she had already eaten Sally to several orgasms, so she wouldn’t complain. Hell—she might even join me.
I was right up against her cunt when I inhaled deeply, flooding my senses with her musky aroma. I recalled that all women tasted just a little different. This experience might prove the theory. I still had Celeste spread all over my face, her taste still burned into my memory, as I sampled Sally for the first time. I licked using the flat of my tongue from her ass all the way up to her clit. She was delicious. Licking again and again her juices began to flow like a river. I drank and drank as I licked and fucked her with my tongue. My finger found her clit hot and hard and red; I rubbed it tiny circles and as I did Sally moaned uncontrollably. She started to move—just a little at first—more and more as her orgasm neared. She was thrashing around wildly as it hit. Her hips drove up almost two feet into the air as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Seconds later she was silent except for her rapid shallow breathing. It was some time before it returned to normal. “Gee, Boss you’re even better than I dreamed.” I kissed her gently before rising to the couch to relax.
I saw Celeste give Sally a quick nod, but gave it no significance until they moved on me, each one grabbing a leg and pulling until I was completely exposed. They moved up my legs like two cats on a mouse. Sally took my cock, semi-soft at first, into her hand, sliding up and down slowly while Celeste fondled my balls, rubbing and gently squeezing them. Do I have to tell you how quickly I became hard or how hard I became? I don’t think I was ever bigger or harder than I was at that instant. Sally moved to one side, Celeste to the other. Soon I had two tongues running up and down my shaft. If this wasn’t heaven it was mighty damned close. Sally swallowed my cock and Celeste took one of my balls into her mouth, washing it with her tongue. This was certainly a weekend of firsts for Celeste. I had tried unsuccessfully for more than a year to get her to do this.
After a few minutes my lovers traded places and that’s where they stayed until, “Oh, God I’m close…so close.” Sally moved up next to Celeste and they double teamed my cock again. My first rope went right into Sally’s mouth; the next into Celeste. Back and forth they alternated until I was spent; Celeste cleaned my cock, sucking any residual cum from my hole. I pulled them up to me, embraced them and kissed each of them over and over. I dragged myself away, telling them to get dressed, “Yes, you too, Celeste we’re going out for dinner. How often do I have two beautiful ladies to escort? I’ll be the envy of all the men in the restaurant.”
We went to Steve’s, a well known steak house in our area. All this sex had made me ravenous. I had Celeste rub one off in the car bringing her total to seventeen. Once we were seated I told Celeste to do it again. “Here? But Pierre….” I put my finger to her mouth before responding, “If you think you’ll be embarrassed just be quiet. I’ll bet I can get Sally to join you.” Sally smiled and nodded. Soon I had two gorgeous women squirming around in their seats. We got a few funny looks from nearby diners, but nobody threatened to call the police. I leaned to my left to kiss Celeste and when I broke it I whispered, “Eighteen! I’m really proud of you.” Then I leaned right and kissed Sally before whispering to her, “Eighteen thousand?” Sally laughed, “At least!” Just then our dinner arrived. We ate and joked and had a wonderful time.
We were about halfway through our delicious meal when I saw Celeste was thinking. She always gets this faraway look so I asked her, “Penny for your thoughts, Celeste.”
“Well,” she began, “I don’t think you should give me credit for the three that Sally gave me. That would put me at fifteen; I’d still need five more.”
I laughed so hard my sides hurt. “Oh Celeste, you are so funny and so transparent. You just want to do it, don’t you?” She gave me a sheepish grin and nodded. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, sweetheart, remember how many times I’ve done it. You can do it any time you want, and I hope you do. But, please,” I softened my voice so only she and Sally could hear, “I hope you’ll still want me more.” Sally laughed and Celeste turned red, finishing her meal in silence. She and Sally went to the ladies’ room after we ordered brandy and dessert.
I could tell something was up when they returned; Celeste was never any good at secrets–the cock cage excepted. They leaned into me as soon as they were seated, “Pierre,” Celeste cooed, “Sally masturbated and I masturbated, but what about you?”
“Well, first of all, you have to do what you’re told—penance, remember? And Sally is just a guest, plus I think you both understand that my anatomy is a bit different from yours. If I do it now we won’t have much fun when we get home—and I definitely have some more fun planned, so let’s enjoy our drinks and dessert and get out of here, OK?” Celeste looked like a little kid who had just lost her balloon. I lifted her chin and kissed her, “I love you and I always have, even when….” Celeste looked into my eyes, grinned wildly and said, “Let’s skip dessert and go home. I have a sudden need.” I called the waiter, asked for the check and a couple of take-away boxes; I toasted the girls with my brandy and five minutes later we were on our way home.
Celeste remembered to shed her clothes at the door; I led her and Sally to the bedroom. “Celeste, please remember your manners,” I told her as I began to disrobe. Celeste kissed Sally deeply as she unbuttoned her blouse and stripped her naked. I sat them on either side of me while I explained the evening’s activities. “First, I want us all to have showers. For one thing we could all use a little sobering up. Secondly, I want to make sure we all have clean asses.” Celeste was shocked as she looked at me. “Yes, Celeste, it’s time you lost your cherry. I did Sally’s this afternoon and she has survived. Actually, if you ask her she will tell you she loved it.”
Sally grinned and nodded wildly, “Oh yeah, Pierre. You gave me one hell of an orgasm. And, yes, Celeste your tongue was magical, too. C’mon, let’s get wet.” She pulled a reluctant Celeste after her. Ten minutes later we were all back with the cleanest assholes in town.
“OK, Sally—up on the bed, head on the pillows and on your knees with your nice clean ass facing the foot of the bed. You might have to move down a bit once I get Celeste into position. Celeste, I love you—very much. You’re the star of this porn flick—on your hands and knees with your butt even with the bottom of the bed. That’s it Sally, skootch down so your butt is in Celeste’s face. Now, Celeste let’s review all the firsts for you this weekend. You had to masturbate—good or bad?”
“Good—very good—better than very good. Oh, damn it’s fantastic.”
“OK, kissing a woman—good or bad?”
“Definitely good! I love kissing you, Sally.”
“Thanks, Celeste, I love kissing you, too.”
“OK, now that we’ve established what great kissers you two are let’s move on, shall we? Now—eating pussy—good or bad?”
“Delicious—I understand what you see in it now; I’ll never turn you down again. You can eat me anytime.”
Thank you, I plan on taking you up on that, especially since I have a witness. Can you imagine Sally—turning down someone who wants to eat your pussy? How ridiculous is that? Celeste, I want you to eat Sally’s ass. You can start just licking around it. Probably when you get really turned on you’ll stick your tongue in, but I’ll be satisfied with just a rim job. I’ll be behind you between your legs. I’m going to fuck you while I loosen up your butt. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you, but it is important to relax. Just ask Sally. Let’s go.”
I grabbed a bottle of KY gel, smeared in on my fingers and slid on into Celeste’s asshole. Seconds later I was in her pussy thrusting away slow and deep. I massaged her ass as I finger fucked her anus. When I thought she was ready I pushed in a second finger. “Oooooooh,” was Celeste’s response. “You, OK so far, Celeste?”
“Yes, Pierre, it actually feels pretty good.”
“Good, I’ll explain why later. I’m putting a third finger in now. You may feel a little discomfort but it won’t hurt. I’m using plenty of lube. How’s Sally’s ass?”
“Mmpph, not as bad as I thought. I haven’t pushed my tongue into her yet, though.”
“How’s she doing, Sally? Give her some pointers; you know she’s an anal virgin.”
“Will do, Boss, but so far she’s doing OK. It feels really great.”
Celeste was as ready as she would ever be so I pulled out the fingers and replaced them with my cock, all in one quick motion. I was in her ass before she even knew it. “Ready, Celeste? “ She moaned and clenched her ass muscles, as though that would keep me out. “Too late, Celeste—I’m already in you. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.” I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “I’m so proud of you, my love. Look at all you’ve learned this weekend.” I pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in again, establishing a rhythm with Celeste. She must have enjoyed it because she moved back into me every time I thrust forward so I reached between her legs to finger and pinch her clit, trying to bring her to yet another incredible orgasm. We were going at it pretty heavily—all the sex we’d had over the past day had taken its toll, slowing me down, but that had a marvelous effect on Celeste, and in turn on Sally who was on the receiving end of Celeste’s active and inquisitive tongue.
I could see Celeste shudder and jump under her first orgasm; I kept up the pressure on her cunt and clit. Celeste actually did have her tongue in Sally’s ass and Sally was rubbing her clit like crazy. I saw her shake and fall forward in exhaustion, Celeste’s tongue popping out of her ass in the process. I was pounding her ass and rubbing her clit, pushing her to another orgasm. I could see signs that it was near. You don’t make love to the same woman week in and week out for more than three years without knowing the signs. I could see that she was really close; I was glad because I couldn’t hold back any longer. I drove into her asshole as my first river of cum jetted from my cock. Five times I shot hot slippery cum into her bowel; Celeste came just as I was done. She fell forward, her face again contacting Sally’s ass as I fell forward onto her. We lay there physically and emotionally drained as we caught our breath. I checked the clock—it was almost midnight. I sorted everyone out, tucked them in, kissed them, and climbed in myself. Celeste was in the middle, flanked by Sally and me. It was close with the three of us in the queen bed, but we never noticed; we were asleep in minutes.
CHAPTER 6
I woke the following morning with a funny feeling in my groin. I tried to shake it off, but it wouldn’t go away. Then I realized why—they were licking my cock. What a way to wake up! “Is nothing sacred?” I tried to complain in mock seriousness.
“As a matter of fact, we think this is pretty sacred,” Sally ventured, “We’re praying at the altar now.”
“I’m hoping for communion,” Celeste added.
“Is that my Celeste making these sacrilegious remarks? Shame, shame,” I scolded, loving every minute of their attention.
“Oh, just you shut up and enjoy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, placing my hands behind my head on the pillow so I could get a good look. My two lovers alternated between licking my cock and balls. Celeste had just run her tongue around the rim of my helmet when Sally managed both heavy balls in her mouth. I was so turned on I began fucking Celeste’s mouth as Sally sucked my balls into her throat. No mortal man could survive that for long; I thrust up as I warned them I was about to cum; Celeste sucked even harder as I blew my load into her mouth, covering her tongue. Celeste showed me her treasure just before kissing Sally and sharing her prize. I sidled to the center of the bed as I pulled them up and into my arms. Sally pulled the blanket over us and we went back to sleep.
I woke first and kissed my lovers to consciousness. We trudged back to the shower where we did more kissing and groping than cleaning. This time Sally entertained us by shaving her pussy, even removing the landing strip she exhibited yesterday. Then she held the razor as she and Celeste held the shaving cream out to me. I shook my head resigned to the inevitable, pushing my abdomen toward them; they squealed with joy as they covered my cock and balls with the white foam. “Please—dear God—don’t slip,” I begged. Again they laughed, but I could see Sally was really careful, especially when she cleaned my balls. Celeste added some lotion once we were out and dry. I hugged and kissed them again. Then I noticed my bald abdomen in the mirror as Sally and Celeste howled with laughter. “Let’s get dressed. We’re going out for brunch.”
We had another delightful meal and, once again I was the envy of every male in the place. I loved this restaurant—the boiled shrimp and omelet station were first rate; everything else was almost as good. The only problem was that I always ate too much. We got home around two and it was time for Sally to leave. I kissed her good bye, not knowing if we’d ever have a repeat. Celeste walked her to the door, turned her and engaged her in another long deep kiss. I could see their tongues wrestling. There was a tear in Celeste’s eye when she closed the door behind Sally.
I held Celeste’s hand as I led her back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed I told her there was only one more part to her penance. I pulled her over my lap. “You’re not going to spank me?”
“As a matter of fact, I am but first I want to ask you what you’ve learned this weekend.
“I learned that masturbating can be a lot of fun and very rewarding so I guess it’s not as disgusting or sinful as I originally thought.”
“That’s very good, Celeste. What else?”
“I think I might be bisexual. I never thought I’d enjoy sex with another woman, but—wow!—Sally is really something. I enjoy her almost as much as I do you.”
“Keep going.”
“Anal—what can I say? It didn’t hurt although I suspect some men would just ram it in, not caring whether they hurt their partner or not. I’m lucky to have you, darling. I also learned that there shouldn’t be any limits on sex—not the amount or type. It’s important to learn to fully express yourself sexually. Oh yeah–I learned that my parents don’t know everything about sex.”
“That’s really excellent. Now I am going to spank you and after each spank I want you to repeat what I’m going to tell you. Ready?” WHACK! Now repeat after me: Never again will I…”
“Never again will I.”
“use that monstrous chastity device…”
“use that monstrous chastity device…”
“on my…”
“on my…”
“husband.”
“hu…” She turned up to face me. The expression on Celeste’s face said it all. If faces could talk this one would have told of relief, elation, joy, and every positive emotion ever experienced.
“Go ahead, repeat: ‘husband.’”
“husband. I love you, Pierre.”
I spanked her again but this time much softer and she repeated, “Never again will I use that monstrous chastity device on my husband.” I gave her three more, but instead of spanks I gave her kisses, planting one on each of her wonderful ass cheeks and each time she repeated. At the end I kept her over my lap as I gave her two boxes from my night table. She laughed when she saw the wrapping. It was bunnies and chicks left over from my niece’s Easter present.
She carefully opened the first, turning to say, “Thank you,” when she saw the house key and garage remote. Then I handed her the second smaller box. She jumped off my lap and into my arms when she opened it. “I take that as a ‘yes.’”
“Yes, Pierre I love my ring and I will marry you. I’m kind of surprised.”
“This is the last time I want to talk about this…I bought it the Friday night before and the way things went on Saturday I wasn’t about to give it to you then, but I still loved you and I always will.”
“Pierre, now that we’re engaged we need a new bed.”
“What’s wrong with this one? It’s been fine for the past three years.”
“Darling, it’s not big enough; we need one that’s big enough for three. I want Sally to move in. Now, before you get upset, please listen to me. Think of the advantages. There will always be at least one of us interested in fucking you. That’s really good when I have my period. And, Sally and I can take care of each other when you can’t come home. I’ll still love you first. You’ll be my husband; Sally will be my…our girlfriend.”
“And what does Sally think about this?”
“Go ask her. She’s sitting out in the driveway. She’s waiting for you.” I was shocked. This was not anything I had even considered or imagined. What to do? I got up and walked outside. Sally was sitting there in her car. I opened the door and held it for her. Sheepishly she walked into the house with me. The three of us talked about our situation for hours. Finally, we agreed. Sally would go home tonight, but move in after work tomorrow. Sally and I would shop for a king sized mattress over lunch tomorrow. I would have to tell my partners about our arrangement tomorrow morning even though it could cost Sally her job. We would have a three month trial to see how things went; any one of us could call an end to the arrangement during that period. I was exhausted, mentally more than physically, when I went to bed that evening.
CHAPTER 7
I walked into the office Monday morning stopping to kiss Sally passionately before walking into our weekly partners meeting. I had known my partners for years, ever since college. Roger and Richard Smith were twins—sons of an architect father—who had taken over his business on his death eight years ago. They asked me to join them four years ago.
“So, Pierre, how was your weekend?” This was a ritual we went through every Monday morning even though we rarely had anything of import or interest to report to each other.
“I knew you’d ask that, Roger and, for once, I actually have something to tell you. First, I got engaged yesterday.”
“Congratulations,” they exclaimed at the same time, rising to shake my hand.
“And, second, I also got a live-in girlfriend or Celeste got a live-in girlfriend, depending on how you look at it. Sally’s moving in this afternoon.” I explained everything that had occurred over the past three weeks. I have to say one thing for my partners—they’re good listeners. “So,” I added at the end, “what do we do about Sally? I don’t want anything that looks like favoritism. It’s bad for the other employees.”
“Well,” Roger began thoughtfully, “I supervise her and evaluate her so I don’t know that there’s a problem. Her work has always been really good and she helps out with the typing when we’re in a bind so I only have one question—how is she?”
“Roger,” I said with a huge grin on my face, “you know a gentleman never tells, but Sally and I are going to need some time over lunch. We’re buying a new bed—a bigger one. I’ll be lucky to get any sleep at all.”
“How do you think this is going to work out? You know women are even more jealous than we are.”
“To be honest Richard I don’t see it working at all. I mean, it looks great—I get all the sex I can handle maybe more, Celeste and Sally get to do all the housework and cooking as well as each other, but truthfully Celeste isn’t all that sure of herself. I think she’ll get jealous eventually and ask Sally to leave. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt and, unfortunately, the most likely one is Sally. I’ll have to be very careful of how I deal with both of them, but it wasn’t my idea. I was the only one to have any negative comments last night when we talked about it. It’s like living some porn movie.”
We broke the meeting around ten after I described our latest contract with the factory outlet czar—three new outlet centers at $30 million each and the renovation I had planned at $10 million. The $100 million contract would earn us nine percent or $11.1 million over the next three years. It wasn’t as exciting as my news about Celeste, Sally and me, but it was definitely much more profitable.
I arranged for Sally to be excused for lunch at 11:45. Word of our “arrangement” had swept through the company like a brush fire in a forty mile an hour wind. I was congratulated twenty times on my engagement and kidded over fucking Sally at least as many. All the men told me they were terribly jealous; the women—well, women can be jealous and catty, and this was no exception—chastised me for getting involved with a tramp when I had a real lady like Celeste. I saw no point in telling them the whole thing was her idea. We drove directly to a bedding store, bought a pillow-top mattress, box spring, and steel frame, arranged for delivery that very afternoon, and went to the mall to buy some sheets, blankets, and pillows. We grabbed a quick lunch at the food court and were back by one. Not bad if I say so myself.
The bed was delivered by the time I got home at 6:30. The old mattress had been removed and my women had made the bed. Sally had put a load of her clothes in the closet in the guest bedroom even though she wasn’t going to sleep there ever. I got a big surprise when I walked into the kitchen—we were having pizza. “Sorry, darling,” Celeste told me as she kissed my cheek, “too much going on here…no time to cook.” I opened the box—sausage, my favorite—and took out two pieces. I was just about to take a bite when Sally came and sat on my lap. She nuzzled my neck and licked my ear as Celeste laughed. “My ears were burning all day,” Sally told me, “I heard people were talking about me.”
I explained about our Monday meeting, commenting that I hadn’t told anyone other than my partners. I was sure that Roger and Richard had told their secretaries and once that happened everyone would know. “Don’t worry about it. Your job is safe and people will find something else to talk about soon. All the guys are jealous of me if that makes you feel better.” I laughed at that and leaned over to kiss Sally. Then I kissed Celeste, commenting, ”They’re all jealous of me for getting engaged to you, too. Some of those guys think I’m the luckiest man on the planet; the women just think I’m the sexiest!” I grinned to show I was just kidding and they broke into fits of laughter. When I acted hurt and pouted Sally picked up a piece of the pizza and shoved it into my mouth. They laughed at my expense, but so did I. Maybe this would work out after all.
No—I was wrong again. I thought things were going well, but I was the only one. Sally felt Celeste was monopolizing my time—and my cock—and Celeste felt just the opposite. In the end I was the one to call it off. We were watching TV one evening. I was on the couch with Celeste on my left and Sally on my right. When Sally put her hand on my thigh; not to be outdone Celeste put her hand on my other. It became a competition—who was getting the most out of me as though I was a dumb animal or poor slave without any say. It went on for several minutes until I yelled, “STOP!! BOTH OF YOU—JUST STOP!” I pushed their hands off my legs before continuing, “Do you remember when you wanted to start this? Do you remember what I said about jealousy and competition? You poo-poo’d the whole idea, but what’s happening now? You both want me and I’m stuck in the middle. I’ve had enough. Sally, I’m sorry but I’m engaged to Celeste and I love her more than anything. I like you a lot, but I don’t love you. I’m calling an end to all of this. You need to move out. Again—I’m really sorry. Do you have any place to go?”
“Yeah, I still have my apartment. A girlfriend is living there, but there’s room for both of us. I’ll go now and pick up my stuff tomorrow after work.” She got up, kissed me on the cheek, kissed Celeste, saying, “Sorry,” and left.
Celeste had a tear in her eye when I looked at her. I wiped it off with my finger and kissed her gently. She pulled back, looked at me for several seconds before telling me, “You were right, Pierre. I’m lousy at sharing. I should have known better, but I really like Sally, I hope she’ll be OK.”
“When word gets around the firm that she’s back in circulation she’ll have more dates than she can handle. When she comes back tomorrow you can ask her if she’d like to come and spend some weekends, but when she gets a boyfriend, that’s it. I’m not sharing you with some guy.”
“Oh, I get it,” Celeste kidded me, “it was OK for me to share you, but not the other way.”
“Damn right. I share you with nobody.”
“Goodie,” she replied, “now let’s go fuck! I haven’t had any since yesterday. I’m expecting it at least once every day. Don’t you dare tell me you’re tired. ”
I couldn’t suppress a grin as I thought of the prospect of daily sex with my lover—oh, how she had changed in a few short weeks. “No, Celeste, I’ll never be too tired for you.”

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An Affair With A Submissive Connecticut Wife

An Affair With A Submissive Connecticut Wife By rutger5
For the third time since I started my workout I heard the door open and someone come in. As I was between sets I looked up and this time I was pleasantly surprised. The first time had been a young couple who looked as if anything more complicated then a stationary bike would be beyond their ability. The second time was a teenaged boy who watched me exercise for a minute before leaving.
This time however a very attractive lady who appeared to be in her late thirties had entered the hotel fitness center. She scanned the room once she was inside but she looked ready to go. She was wearing a pair of blue snug fitting sweat pants with the word PINK emblazoned on her round, full posterior. She also had on a black scoop neck tank top and cross training shoes. Her outfit was completed by a pearl necklace around her slender neck and a gold ring with a large rock on her left hand.
She seemed to me to be the type of lady who would be at home at a country club or other wasp-ish enclave. From her pale good looks to her short blond hair styled in a bob cut and her perfectly manicured nails she looked as if she was born into money or perhaps married it.
I smiled at her and said “Good morning” in a low tone as I filled my water bottle from the cooler before resuming my exercise. She returned my greeting, flashing her pearly whites in a dazzling smile directed at me. As I resumed doing bench presses on the universal the woman began to stretch her leg muscles, first doing some standing quadriceps stretches. As she did these her back was towards me and as she pulled on her ankle it highlighted the shape of her leg and butt. It distracted me enough that I actually lost count of my reps.
Because the walls of the room were mirrored I realized that the woman could tell that I was admiring her body and in fact as I looked at her reflection I actually saw her wink at me. Rising from the seat I removed a towel from a pile of them and wiped my brow before asking her a question.
“Since I’m up would you like some water or a towel?”
“That’s very thoughtful of you. Yes I could do with both please.”
First I lifted another towel before filling a plastic cup with water which I brought to her. She took the towel and draped it over her shoulder before taking the cup. When she did her fingers lightly brushed against mine giving me a jolt that I felt all the way to my groin.
“Thank you. By the way my name is Payton” she said as she extended her hand daintily in my direction.
“A pleasure Payton, I’m Rob” I replied as I took her hand.
“Umm, pardon me for saying so but it’s not hard to pleasure you it seems” she said with a twinkle in her grayish eyes. “I on the other hand can be hard to please though it is very worthwhile if you succeed.”
My jaw dropped from her innuendo and I was so flabbergasted that I couldn’t think of anything to answer what she’d said so I reluctantly released her hand and resumed my seat. If I thought her last stretch was distracting what she now did totally threw me off my game. Payton lay on the floor mat no more than two feet away with her feet pointed straight in my direction as she stretched her hamstrings. With one leg bent at the knee and her foot on the floor she lifted her other leg to her chest.
As my eyes were helplessly drawn to the nexus of her thighs I was shocked as I realized that Payton couldn’t be wearing panties because a prominent camel toe clearly showed. She smiled as she saw the look I must have made when I discovered this.
“Rob I hope me being here isn’t distracting you too badly” she said smiling wickedly.
“To be honest you are very distracting Payton and not only do you know it I believe you enjoy it immensely.”
She laughed throatily to my response as she switched the position of her legs and as she did she spread them a little further apart. That was more than I could take at the moment as my blood was flowing to a part of my body that I wasn’t exercising and in my position I knew would clearly show to Payton. Standing I quickly turned so as not to reveal my growing erection and pretended to study another piece of equipment.
When I had deflated somewhat I started to work on my triceps as that way I wouldn’t be facing her.
“Are you in the city for long?” she asked me.
“Just here for a long weekend” I truthfully told her.
“And your wife isn’t interested in working out?” she asked as she had obviously noticed my wedding ring.
“No shopping is more her idea of exercise. She and her mother will get in a good session today with all the boutiques.”
“We’re in town so that our son can acclimate himself as he’ll be attending university here this fall. Of course he and my husband are golfing today. I’ll be lucky if I see them before dinner the way they play and they think nothing of leaving me all alone.”
There was no way I could respond to that opening she had left me unless I was looking for trouble and I was already tempted as it was. I just made a hmm sound as I continued my workout when Payton spoke to me again.
“Rob I hope you don’t mind but its plain to see you’re in great shape and know your way around a gym so I was wondering if I could ask you for some advice.”
“I’ll be glad to help if I can Payton but you look to be pretty fit yourself.”
“I’m not in horrible shape but my regimen is mostly tennis and walking so my practical knowledge isn’t great. There are a couple of exercises I want to do but I’m not sure if I’m doing them right and maintaining proper form.”
“No problem, the best thing to do is try them where I can see how you do and correct you if I see something wrong” I said as I stood near her.
“Thanks, would you mind helping me up?” she asked while extending a hand.
Reluctantly I reached down and helped her to her feet but she waited longer than necessary before letting go of my hand. Then as she made her way to the universal her thigh brushed against me even though there was plenty of space. Payton attached a collar with Velcro fastening and a D-clamp to her ankle and connected the D-clamp to the low pulley before turning to me.
“I’ve been trying to firm up my backside as now I’m getting older and I don’t want to fall apart but I don’t think I’m doing it right Rob.”
Facing the pulley she moved her leg back in a straight line and when she finished she turned to me. Watching her technique I hadn’t noticed any flaws in her approach.
“That’s how I do it but I’m not feeling it in my butt so I must be doing something wrong” she said.
“Try this Payton, use the leg that isn’t connected to the pulley and slowly go through a full range of motion and squeeze your gluteus muscle the whole time” I told her as I came closer and crouched down by her side.
She swung her leg back slowly all the way, paused and returned her leg to its starting position.
“How was that?” I asked.
“Much better thanks.”
“Try it with the other leg Payton.”
When she brought her leg back I placed my palm against her buttock and felt its contraction. Payton sighed as I felt her quivering flesh with my fingers. As her leg paused my hand slipped around to the front and ran toward her delta and as I did she actually whimpered. My fingers ran over her covered, plump pussy lips with the edge of my hand sliding between them. Payton brought her leg back to its starting position as my free hand worked its way up her leg. Unable to resist I buried my face against her taut ass, my lips brushing the material.
“Rob I told you I was a married woman” she gasped out.
“Yes you did.”
I stood and pressed my body against hers and as I did my fingers continued teasing Payton’s pussy while my lips felt her hair against them as they searched for her neck. As soon as my lips found it they nuzzled against it making her lean into me. My other hand took Payton by the head and turned her my way and I brought my mouth to hers. I kissed her hard and when I did her soft lips parted involuntarily allowing my tongue to dart inside. Payton seemed to melt into me but a moment later she broke our kiss by taking a step backwards though I managed to move my right hand with her keeping it rubbing against her mound.
All of a sudden Payton slapped me right across my face. It wasn’t very hard but for a moment I wondered if I had been wrong. However when I looked in her eyes I saw my answer. My fingers continued teasing Payton and as I again closed the distance between us my left hand grasped her right wrist and pulled it behind her back.
“You brute” she managed to get out before I kissed her again.
Payton eagerly responded to my kiss and her free hand soon found its way to my short dark hair where it stroked away. I brought my hand up and slipped it underneath Payton’s sweats where it slid down to her sweet treat. On the way I encountered no hair as she must be clean shaven down there. She was soaked and my finger easily went inside her tight opening sliding in all the way. At that moment we heard the door opening.
“I’ll never get over the look on that poor kid’s face” Payton said about the hotel worker who had walked in on us as we scrambled to disentangle ourselves. We were now on a hotel elevator when the car stopped on the seventh floor and the door opened.
“This is my floor” I said as I stepped off and the door closed between us.
I watched the door open and saw Payton standing there dressed in the sweatpants she had been wearing but her tank top was gone and she only had on a flimsy bra and her feet were bare. She held the door open as I strode in and closed it behind me and kind of leaned into the door.
“Here I am a helpless woman left alone by my husband and a strange man has barged into my hotel room. Oh whatever should I do?”
I actually had to fight from laughing from that bit from Payton but I managed to keep a straight face through it. My hands pushed my workout pants down to my knees along with my boxers and I stood with my rampant erection freed from its captivity.
“What I think you should do Payton is get on your knees and suck my hard dick” I told her in no uncertain terms.
She sank down to the hotel carpet and knelt in front of me and then reached her hand out and wrapped it around my swollen shaft. Her head tilted up and she looked me straight in my eye before she brought her mouth to it. Her red lips parted wide enough that she took the tip between them and also ran her tongue against it so I could see.
“You mean like that” she answered as she pulled her head back a trifle “ but it’s so thick I don’t know how much I can take.”
Grabbing her head I forced it back in her mouth but I pushed it much deeper. When she tried to pull her head back I held it in place.
“Let me amend what I said. What you should do is kneel there while I face fuck you and of course assist as you are able.”
With that I started to jam my thick erection as far as she could take without choking her. Payton’s hands now held my legs as I thrust back and forth into her pretty mouth. More than a little saliva escaped as I was as rough to her as I could be. I’d seen in her eyes a look familiar to me and that I knew well. Payton liked to, no, craved to be shown who was boss and luckily for me for this morning I would be the one.
“Payton stop wasting time and take off your bra” I barked at her.
Immediately she reached a hand back and unclasped her bra and slid it off to reveal her pert breasts. With what her mouth was doing to me at the moment I wasn’t about to stop Payton but I knew before long I would lavish all the attention that those two tits deserved. They were certainly more than a mouthful but were small enough that they didn’t really need a bra to keep them high on her chest with no sagging at all. The nipples were marble sized and proudly erect on the quarter sized areolas.
My cock continued to go to the back of her mouth but it seemed to me that it would never fit down her throat. More than once she gagged but I pressed on as we both enjoyed what was happening. On one occasion she gasped and had to pull her mouth off me and after she did Payton ran her slim fingers along my shaft which was slick from her spit.
“It’s so big and hard, does it always get like this Rob?”
“It has been like that since you teased me in the fitness center Payton.”
“You mean little ol’ me caused this?”
“Yes and I’ve been meaning to punish you for being so naughty.”
On hearing the word punish a gleam appeared in Payton’s gray eyes that decided my course for me. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet before leading her to the large bed that dominated the room. First I sat at the edge then I pulled her over my lap with the word PINK facing me printed on her firm ass. My hand yanked her sweats down revealing her smooth cheeks. Before I could proceed I had to touch, feel, squeeze and caress those beautiful butt cheeks. Once I got my initial fill of playing with them I was able to move on. My fingers forced Payton’s thighs apart enough that they could touch her wet little pussy and she trembled as I grazed her lips.
They slid across the wet slit a few times building the anticipation until I pushed two fingers up her slippery snatch making her squirm. As Payton writhed from the feeling I suddenly brought my free hand down hard on her perfectly shaped tush causing a gasp to escape her mouth. Relentlessly I spanked her making sure to equally distribute my blows so no area received more than another. The whole time I did this my fingers continued plunging deep in her tight, wet pussy with an occasional rub of her clit from my thumb.
From the sound of her increasingly ragged breathing I figured that she was getting close so while I continued with her chastisement I buried my fingers in her welcoming hole and wiggled them about so my thumb could maintain constant contact with her hard, little nub. After a short amount of vigorous rubbing Payton gasped and I felt her cunt clamp tight on my fingers as her thighs also contracted from the force of her climax. I relented my spanking as she reached orgasmic heights and drifted back to earth.
Payton turned her head sideways so I could see her lovely face in its bliss, her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a half smile. I withdrew my fingers from her and brought them to her lips and without prompting she sucked on them removing all traces of her internal juices. After I removed them she licked her lips as if she had enjoyed her own womanly taste.
“That’s enough rest Payton. Now I want you to get on the bed on your hands and knees with your ass sticking out by the edge.”
As she speedily complied I undressed myself and moved behind her. Her juicy cunt looked so good and I wanted nothing more than to ram my erection deep in her but I decided to taste Payton first. My body crouched so that my face was level with her ass and pussy and I ran my tongue from her juicy opening between her wet lips and beyond until I reached her puckered back opening. When my tongue touched her anus Payton shuddered and pushed back slightly.
Shaking my head I realized here was another area I had to explore with her. My tongue began making little circular movements as it zeroed in there and she moaned in appreciation of the attention. I alternated licking her sweet slit with her tangy hole until I was unable to wait any more. My hands grasped Payton by her hips and I rolled her onto her back where I saw her pussy for the first time from that angle, all bald and soaked. There was no time to pause and enjoy the view however and as soon as she was on her back I placed my thickness to her lips and drove forward.
My need was great by this time and I dispensed with any niceties but instead forced my cock as deep as Payton could take it. Her legs I grabbed by the knees and I pushed them to her chest while pounding her pussy hard. I made no attempt to be subtle or to last long, I just wanted the relief my balls were demanding. My hips moved as fast as they could, driving my dick in and out of her clinging pussy.
It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar, welcome feeling growing and with one final deep thrust I felt my release begin. As swiftly as I could I pulled out of Payton and climbed onto the bed and straddled her as my cum started to shoot from me. The first shot sailed wide and far of her but my second I managed to aim so that it hit her cheek flush. Further spurts landed on her before Payton grasped me while tilting her head enough that she could lick my overly sensitive head. Now it was my turn to squirm as she took me into her hot mouth. When she realized that I was done cumming she released me after giving my head one more lick.
“You are a talented little cock sucking slut, aren’t you Payton?” I said while grinning at her.
She just shrugged in reply to my observation but her smile was bigger than mine. As I moved off her I took the opportunity to taste her cute little nipples, sucking and nipping each in turn which she seemed to greatly enjoy. That reminded me of something I had brought from my room so I retrieved my workout pants and slipped my hands into the pocket removing two items. In my hand I held two mini hair clips that could hold a small braid or strand of hair. With a smile I opened one and clamped it on Payton’s nipple and I repeated the procedure with the other.
“Do you like how they feel on your cute nipples Payton?”
She just nodded yes and I saw the mixture of pain and pleasure they brought to her face. She was a wild one, no doubt about that.
“Now get back on your hands and knees for round two.”
As soon as she was in position I gave her ass one hard swat before again drving my prick to her pink depths making her shudder. One hand grabbed her hip and I pulled her back with it as I pushed forward with my pelvis for a satisfying motion. My other hand worked its way to her lips where she eagerly sucked my fingers. Once they were good and wet I pulled them back and started to tickle her anus with my index finger. Payton visibly trembled as I teased her back hole and when I pushed my fingertip in her ass while continuing filling her pussy with my shaft she appeared to have a mini orgasm.
My finger slid in deeper as I probed her backdoor and once I was all the way in I began to push a second finger in as well.
“Oh yes please don’t stop” she pleaded with me as if there was any chance I would but by this time I had lost any control I had as well.
Once I’d built up a good rhythm finger fucking her tight ass I pulled out of her front entrance with my swollen prick and also removed my fingers from her butt as well.
“Payton I plan on fucking your tight ass with my thick cock. What do you think of that?”
“It’s so big, I’ve never had one so big back there but I’m ready for it I think.”
I spit right on her hole then I pressed my head to it and started to push against her but it was tough going to enter her.
“Payton your hole is so small I’m having a problem fitting in. Grab hold of my cock and hold it steady while I work it in.”
She reached back between her legs and her fingers encircled my girth and placed it right at the entrance as my hands held her hips. When I pushed forward again her hand held me steady and the head battered its way past her ring and inside her. Payton moaned loudly from a combination of pain and desire as my shaft drilled deeper. I only managed to get halfway inside her when I paused to give her time to adjust while also preventing me from losing it and going crazy too fast.
After a minute I started to move again by first sliding back a few inches and then forward. Slowly she opened up as her tight channel stretched to this invasion. For a minute I slowly moved in her and managed to get a bit deeper but an idea came to me. With one smooth movement I slid out of Payton’s ass, grabbed my prick and pushed it back into her pussy and began to fuck her hard. My unexpected assault made her cry out as I sank deep into her wet pussy. It almost seemed as if her canal was tighter as if it was competing with her back channel to please me but either way I was the winner.
Our flesh slapped together creating a song of desire and lust as we again built up a good rhythm but before I could push myself too far I withdrew causing Payton to moan with disappointment. Before she could even finish I was again working my way into her backdoor and with her pussy juice as added lubrication I sank all the way into her back passage.
My hands guided her hips back and forth as she swallowed then released my hardness repeatedly. We continued like this until I realized I might be getting close so I again pulled from her. This time I waited a little before again sliding deep in her sweet pussy. Again we built up to a good pace before one more time I withdrew. This time I climbed onto the bed and crouched behind Payton and once more worked deep into her ass.
The fingers of one hand clasped her hair and pulled her head up while I also steadied myself by leaning the other hand on Payton’s back. This time I pounded her as fast as I was able to sinking all the way in so my balls slapped her ass before I would pull halfway out. She was making little grunts as I bottomed out in her ass repeatedly and I was delirious from pleasure.
Knowing how close I was to cumming I increased my speed more and with a loud grunt my cock spewed deep up Payton’s guts. It was quite intense and I collapsed on top of her so that we were both sprawled on the mattress spent and gasping for breath.
The next evening while having a fine dinner with my wife and mother-in-law in the hotel restaurant I noticed the hostess seating Payton and her family. Her son was a fine looking young man whose features definitely came from his mother while her husband seemed to be a somewhat bland, grayish man who appeared to be best described as a wet blanket. After our main course was brought out I excused myself from the table to use the rest room.
As I passed her table I managed to catch her eye with a sidelong glance as her son and husband talked. No sooner had I reached the entrance to the men’s room when Payton appeared right behind me. She was wearing a little black dress and looked incredibly sexy to me. Opening the door I seized her arm and guided her in before me. Luckily there was no one in there so I led her to a stall and pushed her in and followed closing the door behind us. I was unzipping myself with one hand as I lifted up her dress with the other. Payton wasted no time in pulling down her silk panties to mid-thigh.
“Are you wet?” I asked her and she nodded yes.
I pushed her so that she was bent over the bowl and drove my prick home. Payton bit on her hand to muffle her noises as I rapidly worked in and out of her. Knowing that I couldn’t take long I went hard as soon as she loosened up a little. My finger found her clit and I stroked it rapidly in time to my thrusts. Just knowing anyone including her husband could walk in turned me on unbelievably and as soon as I felt her tense my cock swelled and started emptying my cum in her pussy. Her muscles clamped on me tighter milking every last drop from me.
Once I was done I pulled out and wiped my dick off with some tp before zipping up. Without looking back I opened the stall and headed out. I heard her words before I left the bathroom.
“Rob I gave you my number yesterday so remember to call me if you’re ever back in Connecticut some time.”
THE END
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