Farm Cousins
Farm Kids
Rodger was a 20 year old dream, but prefered Peggy to me
First visit to my home country in 10 years
True, mostly…. With a bit of dom/sub and a young girl
After our trip we continued to see each other for Friday lunches, and anytime I could get away. I had a boyfriend and the relationship was not going well but I was too stupid to end it. Being with him made me feel free and naughty and desired and wanton, all the things my boyfriend could never make me feel. Our lunches turned into rendezvousâ at local hotels for what I affectionately call ânookie lunch.â My lunch hours started taking two or three hours, and I would always come back to work with a glow on my face and bruises somewhere on my body. My boss just gave me a knowing look and grinned, but never scolded me.
One night in the middle of November I was able to get away for the evening and we met in a cheap motel that had a very naughty dirty feel about it. Meeting him here made me feel like a cheap whore, and that excited me. I knew I was in for a good fuck when he carried in his âbag of tricks.â As always, we spent a few minutes talking before he pulled me into his strong embrace and began kissing me ravenously with his soft sweet subtle lips.
His lips! His kisses! OH! How they excite me, cripple my defenses and put me into a state of hypnosis to where I can only obey whatever he commands of me. He knows this; he loves to be in control of my body. He begins to undress me then lays me on the bed. Reaching for his bag of tricks he pulls out some lotion and begins to give me a long sensual relaxing massage all over my body while he is telling me how beautiful I am, and how much he is going to enjoy our night together. He hands were like heaven as they glided over my body, down my back, caressed my plump ass, down my left leg and back up the other side. He loves my ass, he kisses me there and tells me how gorgeous my ass is and how is going to fuck it one day. His tight grip mixed with his enthralling words made me feel like princess who was being conquered by her prince.
He rolled me over and began again with my left leg, gliding his rough hands up to the junction between my legs. He stopped to play with my hair and tell me from now he always wants to see me shaved. Then he continued across my stomach, to my breast, placing small kisses as he went. He massaged both breast and whispers how perfect they were as he pinched and tugged at my nipples. He then started his glorious descent down the right side of my body until he reached my toes. My body melted beneath his hands. When he was done he began to rub my arms all the way down to my fingertips, then one by one he kissed each of my fingers. I felt like I was on cloud nine, so relaxed, so content. He then put my head in his lap and began to rub my face and neck, ever so gently as he told me how stunning I looked laying in his lap. It was the most sensual feeling, and it lasted a long time. When he was finished I was thoroughly aroused. I felt so subservient to him. I had lost total control of who I was, but it did not matter for the next several hours I would only be who he wanted me to be.
After my incredibly delightful and seductive massage he allowed me to lay back and rest for a minute in his arms. We talked of our fantasies, things we liked, things we had done, things we wanted to do and inherently I knew I would do all these things with him. I was so consumed with lust for this man, that even when I was with other men I only thought of him!! He rose from the bed and again went to his bag of tricks and pulled out a glass cock and a digital camera. He told me he wanted pictures of me, pleasing myself with the big glass cock. This sparked my fervor to be totally vulgar and give him what he wanted to see. I took it and wet it with my mouth before I inserted it in my wet, tight pussy. The toy was so cold and it met with my fire hot hole and the sensation was breathtaking. As I thrust the big glass cock in and out of my pussy I was blinded by the rapid fire of the camera flash. He loved my performance, and the evidence was beginning to show in his growing cock. Faster and harder I rammed the huge piece of glass in my wet pussy as he commanded me to do, I could feel my climax approaching and when he saw I was close he said I should ask permission first. I wanted it, I needed it and as I was approaching pinnacle of pleasure I asked âcan I cum now?â âNO!â was the answer I received. I was devastated, past the point of no return, how could I stop this. âPLEASE?â I cried. âNO!â is all I heard. I couldnât stop, it felt so good, but I had to because I wasnât given permission to reach my peak. My heart was racing, I became breathless and my body started to spasm. I begged. I wanted to cum so bad, and he let out a wicked laugh and said âyou can cum now baby.â Seizures took over my body as I felt one climax after another overtake me. Even with my eyes closed I could feel the flashes from his camera and he recorded every second of my shameless assault on myself for his pleasure. When my orgasms subsided, I took the glass cock out of my pussy and cleaned it with my tongue and mouth, tasting my own sweet cum while he photographed my sordid display for his future pleasure. He praised my performance, said I was a good girl and that I pleased him.
Once again he turned to his bag of tricks and pulled out some blue rope. He told me to get on my knees then he tied my feet together and my hands to the sides of the bed leaving my ass exposed in the air and my head down in a subservient position. I was helpless and vulnerable; defenseless to whatever he had planned for me. He took another trip the bag of tricks and brought out a cat oâ nine tails. As I heard him crack it in the air I knew what was to come. At first, he slowly sensuously runs the nine leather strips across my exposed ass and up my back, again telling me how beautiful my ass was and how much he loved it and wanted to possess it. The leather tickled my ass and chill bumps covered my body. Over and over again he rubbed those leather straps across my backside, suddenly, out of the blue, he pulled the cat ânine tails back and lashed my ass with it, but not hard, just enough to get my attention. I jumped at the shock and delight. For a second time I felt the lash of the whip on my ass, as little harder this time. A third time, a fourth, again and again, harder and harder all over my ass, my legs, my back. The sting of the whip was a mixture of both pleasure and pain; I wanted him to stop but begged him for more. My body begins to respond to this new sensation in a way I never dreamed. I am aroused, my pussy is sopping wet, and I am closer to orgasm with each strike of the whip. Bright red whelps began to cover all the areas he struck and after several lashes he began to kiss each whelp tenderly. He encourages my good behavior with his kisses and sweet words. Then he starts my lashes again, harder yet. Again I am close to my peak. Tears start to fall down my face, as the pain, and the pleasure becomes more powerful. âDo not cry baby. You please me so much my angel. Your ass looks beautiful with my marks on itâ he tells me. After several more lashes my body starts to convulse violently as I reach my ultimate bliss. Suddenly I feel his warm mouth on my pussy lapping up the flow of juices that are spurting out as my orgasms devours my body.
Afterward, he puts his whip down and comes to kiss away my salty tears. Still tied up he again kisses each lash mark and smiles with approval of his handy-work, and my behavior. He unties me and lays me flat on my stomach then begins to gently rub oil on my back to relieve some of the pain. We have been in our seedy hotel for several hours and I have had several orgasms, I comment that he has not entered me once.
I ask him âdo I please you? Do you want to feel my body wrapped around yours?â He laughs. He says of course he wants me. He desires me above all else, and he intends to have me, possess me like no man ever has. He gathers me in his strong arms and kisses my face and holds me tight. After several minutes the pain on my backside returns and my elated gratification has faded. He whispers in my ear, âwho do you belong to?â
âYOU!â As if this were the magic word he rolls me to my stomach and enters me from behind, barbarically thrusting his hard cock in and out of my warm tight wet love cavern. Hours of built up primal lust and desire start to come out as he assaults my pussy with each plunge. This savage battering of my tender pussy went on for what seemed like hours. I felt extreme pain, or was it pleasure? I wanted him to stop, and I wanted him to go faster and harder. âSpread those legs bitchâ he yells at me. I do as I am told and he continues to ravage my inner core. I can feel his body begin to tense and see a predatory look in his eye right before he flooded my sore swollen pussy with his cum. Sated we both lay there motionless for the longest time.
After several minutes I got up to go to the bathroom and as I passed by the mirror I could see the evidence of our animalistic mating all over my body. He walks up behind me in the mirror and looks at his handy work. As he kisses my neck he tells me how beautiful I am. âYour body is mine to use as I want.â
Bruises and bite marks covered my body, my mouth and pussy were swollen and sore and my muscles ached all over, but if he had asked at that very moment I would have done it all over again. But he does not ask. We shower together and he washes my body tenderly. After we are dressed he walks me to my car and I leave to go home, and hide all these marks from my boyfriend.
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Timmie was staring at us, he had a cut on the side of his face, presumably caused by me or the guards. Daisy walked over and handed us the pancakes and tea, smiled at us and walked off. I didn’t take my eyes off Timmie and his friends for a second. I knew I could take him alone, but he was with two other guys. They both went to my school but they where in other classes and hanged round with other groups, Matt and Adam. Matt was reasonably muscular, but Adam was completely skinny, although he did have some bruising on his face, he did appear pretty tough.
They walked over towards us from the other side, I grabbed the metal fork from the pancakes as they where walking, I held it tightly under the table incase anything was to go down. This was the first time I would be using any sort of weapon for a fight, I knew I would get in deep shit for it too but I had to protect Beth. I took a glimpse of Beth, all I could see was fear in her eyes as she grabbed a tight hold of me.
“Hey you fuck, who do you think you are?” said Timmie with a low angry voice. He stopped two meters away from me and stared at me, his fist was clenched so I knew something would be going down. I took Beth’s hand under the table and placed the fork in her palm and then closed her fingers around it. My main priority was her safety. “I think you know who I am, Tim.” I blurted out.
“It’s Timmie, you little prick.” he replied.
“Heh, that’s ironic, calling me a ‘little prick’. I’ve seen what you pack.” I said to him, with a smug look on my face.
“Oh, you like looking at cocks in the showers after rugby training do you?” he said, trying to keep his composure.
“Look ‘TIM’, just fuck off. I don’t want any of your bullshit.”
“What, because I just said you’re gay? Watching cocks in the showers?” he said.
By this time, the customers and waitresses where all looking over at us, we where talking pretty loud so all could be heard. Daisy caught my eye and she had a phone to her ear, looking pretty worried.
“Oh i’m far from gay, I think Beth can vouch for that one.” I said, looking at her. Beth lifted her head from my shoulder and planted a kiss on my lips, smiling as she came out of it, she stared up at Timmie.
“You little fucker!” shouted Timmie before walking up to me. I instantly pushed myself up, from all the movies I have watched, I knew that sitting down was the worst position to be in a fight. He pulled his right fist backwards and threw it at me, the time it took to pull his fist back was enough for me to dodge it. As his fist came past my face, I sent a left hook into his ribs (cheep hit I know:( ) and he dropped, he held onto the side of his chest as he laid on the floor. Matt came down to held Timmie up, where as Adam just stared at me with a crazy look in his eyes. “Go on, fuck off.” I shouted, a severely angry tone on my voice. I looked back and saw that Bethany was sitting in the corner with her knees pressed into her chest with half of her face hidden behind it, she was scared.
The chef suddenly appeared from the other side of the counter, he was a big guy. Not muscular big but fat big, I wouldn’t want to fuck with him and neither did these three. “Get out, all of you, before I give you all a beating.” he shouted at us. Timmie and his butt buddies left instantly. I sat back down and looked at Bethany, “What’s wrong?” I whispered to her in an easing tone. She lowered her knee’s to reveal streaks of tears coming down her face. It was the first time I had seen her cry in the years that I had known her. She dropped the fork and I instantly grabbed both of her hands, trying my best to comfort her. “Baby i’m fine, why are you crying?” I asked her, still whispering. The tears on her face had caused a line of mascara to drip down from her eyes, it wasn’t ugly though, it was actually incredibly attractive!
Smiling, she launched herself into me and wrapped her arms around me, I chuckled quietly for a second saying “What is it?”
“I’m just glad that you’re okay.” she whispered, sniffing afterwards. We stayed in this position for a minute or so, as long as it took for her to feel better. I suddenly remembered that Daisy was on the phone, it occurred to me that she probably called the police. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of having some weed left on me, but I remembered that I had smoked it this morning. I then noticed that this little scene had completely sobered me up.
We came out of the hug and I saw Daisy looking over at us, slightly worried. I motioned her over and she did. “Who where you on the phone to?” I asked. “It was just one of my friends.” she replied, relief crawled through my bones as the words left her lips.
I was still holding Bethany tightly, I smiled at Daisy and she walked off. “Are you okay now?” I whispered into Bethany’s ears. She sniffed once again and then slowly came out of the hug. “Why did you give me the fork?” she asked. “Well I wanted you to be safe, if they got past me, you had something to defend yourself with if Timmie tried anything.” I replied.
Beth just smiled and grabbed onto my right hand, she opened it and placed a kiss into my palm and then closed it. She lowered herself and leaned her head onto my chest, I raised my arm as she did this and wrapped it around her. Starting to run my fingers through her hair, she whispered “Your heart is beating really fast.”
I guess it still was, my senses where heightened, I could heat the coffee being poured into the mans cup three tables away. I could see the shadow of gulls flying outside through the window. I was still hyped up on adrenaline.
“I guess it still is, heh.” I said in a slight jokey manor.
“You nearly died, you know that Smithy?” she said gently. “What? I didn’t even get hit!” I replied.
She pulled her head back and stared deeply into my eyes. “That guy had a knife.” she whispered, in the most horrified voice I have ever heard coming from her. Even now after the scene was long gone, she was still in fear.
“What!? Are you sure? Which one? He had a knife? Was it in his hand?” I asked, the amount of questions in my head was unbelievable.
“The one staring at you at the end.” It then occurred to me that it had to be Adam. Mike fell to the floor to help Timmie out, and Adam was staring at me like a ferrel. “It was in his hand, it was silver and really sharp! I was so scared!” she said, holding a worried expression on her face.
I couldn’t say a word, I couldn’t even believe what she was saying. Time had stopped for me, the world was frozen. The only thing happening in my head was a re-creation of the fight-scene. I ran hundreds of different scenarios in my mind. Being my own brain of course, I ended up winning in every scenario, but I know that would be far from the truth. No matter how many movies you see, you would be a fool to think you have a chance of winning, bringing fists to a knife fight.
I was suddenly filled with anger and terror. How could that bastard pull a knife on me. I couldn’t believe it! At that moment, reality started coming back to me where I noticed that I was staring blankly into Beth’s face, and she was calling my name several times. “Smithy?” she said. “Smithy are you okay? Can you hear me?”
I closed my eyes and shook my head for a moment, I released Beth from my hold and stood up. “Eat your breakfast, I need to go to the toilet.” I told her.
“Don’t you want any?” she asked in a sweet voice? “No i’m fine.” I said whilst turning around and walking to the toilet. I walked inside and leant forward on the sink. I looked up in the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I ran the water, filling the bowl that my hands had formed and splashed it into my face. I could’t believe this? He actually brought a knife and pulled it on me. I lifted up my t-shirt and dried my face with it. I walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to Bethany. As soon as I sat down she wrapper her arm around me and lifted the fork towards my direction. On the fork was a piece of pancake with banana and cherry on it. I opened my mouth and put it in. It tasted nice, but I wasn’t in the mood for it so I just smiled to keep Beth happy. In any other position I would have grabbed the fork and done the same for her, but I couldn’t.
“I’m going to make a phone call, you stay here okay. Finish the pancake i’ll be right back.” I said. I leant forward and kissed her gently on the lip before getting up and walking out. I pulled out my phone as I was outside and called Mike straight away. Mike knew everyone, if there was someone in town who sold drugs, Mike knew them. Mike had tried almost every drug, although he told me he would never do Crack or Heroin. He was a fact database of drugs, it was actually quite impressive.
“Mike, it’s Smithy.” I said.
“What the fuck man, it’s 12, why are you calling me so early?” he groaned over the voice, his voice was cracked, it was obvious that he had just woken up.
“Something ridiculous happened. You know that Adam guy, he’s a skinny prick, I think he has a chinese tattoo under his armpit?” I said.
“Adam Ryman?” he said. “Yeah yeah that’s him, the cunt.” I said.
I looked back through the window to see Beth was staring at me, she was leaning on her hands just gazing at me with an adorable look on her face.
“What’s he done? I’m friends with him.” he said.
“Oh nothing much.. He only pulled a KNIFE ON ME!” I shouted through the phone.
“What? Are you serious? Why the fuck?”
“Me and Beth are at Cape Caffe. You know where it is, meet me here quick.” I said before hanging up, leaving Mike without a chance to answer.
I looked back at Beth to see her feet up on the seat, looking at her toes. I had forgotten she was wearing flip-flops. How did she run all that distance with me wearing flip-flops!?
I walked back inside and pulled out a ÂŁ10 from my back pocket, I handed it to Daisy. She winked at me as I walked off. I sat back down next to Bethany and picked up my tea, it was now luke warm but still refreshing. I drank it all in one and placed the cup down. It was only then that I had realised how thirty I had been. I looked up to see Bethany looking at me. “What?” I said.
She shrugged her shoulders and continued to look at me. “What??” I repeated. “I’m just thinking of how lucky I am to have you.” I blushed for a moment and smiled back saying “It’s the complete opposite way around, I’ve had two fights over you.” I said as I winked at her. She giggled and moved in towards me, kissing me on the lips and then whispering “You know I had a crush on you for the past two years?”
I can’t fucking believe it, all this time I could have been with Bethany. Damn, what a waste.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked. She shrugged and said “I never thought you where interested.”
“It’s impossible not to be interested in you.” I said, kissing her several times on the lips.
As I broke, I noticed that Daisy had been watching us the whole time, as I wondered to myself how long she was watching, I saw Mike and his sitter pull up in her car. Mike got out and Jodie just looked at me. She licked her lips and winked at me, then reversed away.
Mike came in and sat down opposite me and Beth. “So how are you two love birds going at it, you fucked each other your?” he said snivelling. I could tell by the stink of chronic as he walked in that he was high.
Beth rolled her eyes as she looked away, grunting. “I’ll take that as a no or..?” said Mike. “Anyway, what the fuck where you talking about?”
Bethany suddenly looked at Mike. “You told him?” she said as she looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and looked away. I was too pissed off to make a normal response.
Daisy walked by and looked down at Mike. “Can I get you anything?” she asked with a smile on her face. Mike looked up, as he saw Daisy’s face his eye brows shot up. “I’ll have a coffee, a muffin and a piece of you would be nice to.” he said, winking at her. She blushed and turned around. Before she could walk off Mike playfully slapped her ass. She looked back with a smile on her face as she walked off.
I was used to this business so I kept a straight facial expression, Bethany was overwhelmed by Mike’s confidence and a quiet laugh emerged form her lips. As Daisy turned around the counter, Jake appeared from the door. He looked around until his eyes set on ours, he walked over and sat next to Mike. “Hey guys, wow. You look amazing Beth.” he said, looking at me with the face of a devil afterwards. He looked back at Beth and said “So you feel like going to the movies tonight? I have tickets.” he said. Beth didn’t say a word, she just moved next to me, slowly placed her arm around my waist and leant her head against my shoulder. She kept her eyes on Jake with a cute smile as if to tell him that she is taken.
“I’m just kidding, Smithy here has been talking about you for a long time now, I’m just happy to see you two together.” he said. Beth looked up at me and Jake winked at me and leant back into his seat, as if to say ‘My work here is done.’
Beth looked up into my eyes, she had the cutest look on her face. She lifted her face to mine and gently kissed me with those delicate kips of hers. Returning back into her original position I looked up at Jake. He was smiling with his arms now crossed. He was chuffed with himself. “Let’s talk.” Said Mike. He nudged Jake to which they both got up and walked to the toilet. I looked at Beth and kissed her on the forehead and told her that “I’ll be back soon, stay here.”
I got up and walked to the toilet, Mike and Jake where leaning on the sink looking at me as I walked in. “How’d you like my artwork?” said Jake. I smiled for a moment, I didn’t want to compliment it, but he knew his way with girls.
“So he tried to stab you?” asked Mike. “No, he just had a knife out. Some massive guy stopped everything and they left.” I replied.
“Wait.. what? A knife? Who?” said Jake. “Adam Ryman pulled a knife on Smithy after he beat up Timmie.” said Mike. “Oh shit, no way. What are you going to do?” asked Jake.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked over at Mike, he always had a brilliant plan.
(One day we caught his friend Dave having sex with his sister, he placed crushed methylcellulose tablets into a sandwich and left them. His sister didn’t like the contents of the sandwich so she gave it to Dave. Methylcellulose is the active ingredient in Laxitives. Dave ate the sandwich and whilst they where fucking, due to lowered control in an orgasm, he came and shit himself at the same time. Never did Jodie look at him again. We also bullied the shit out of him at school)
“We have Alton Towers in a week, he’s going. We will get him back there.” said Mike, sounding devious. (Alton Towers is a Theme park in england. Our school went there when we finished the final year.)
“Sounds like a plan.” I said. “He needs to be humiliated, just saying.”
We walked out of the toilets at the same time, I looked over at Bethany to see Timmie standing there with Adam. I looked at Bethany’s face and there was a mixture of fear and anger. She was red in the face as well, I was fucking furious.
“Well well, isn’t it the gay boy’s. Had fun in the toilets together?” said Timmie. Adam walked up towards me, I took note of his hands. He wasn’t armed. Instantly I launched a right hook towards Adam’s face followed by a left uppercut incase of a miss. They both made contact. Adam fell backwards and elf his nose which was now pouring with blood. I raised my foot and was about to stamp on his face when I was rugby tackled by Timmie into a metal table. The edge of the table went went into my hamstring which fucking killed. I had a dead leg so I pushed myself back onto the table and let Mike and Jake handle the rest. Luckily for me, Jake pulled Timmie back before he could strike me again, as he was pulled back Mike sent a punch straight into Timmie’s temple. Timmie dropped like a sack of shit.
I grabbed onto my right leg, hopping away in pain motioning Bethany to come. I waited at the door before leaving, Bethany quickly got up, ran and hopped over the two victims on the floor and put her arm under my arm pit to assist me. I gently refused her kind help and walked myself out. Even though I was in sheer pain, I didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of my girl.
We walked out and continued walking down the road, I put my left arm around Bethany’s waist whilst holding my right hamstright with my free hand. I had to stop and sit down because of the pain. I had a serious dead leg. Shortly after Jake and Mike come running behind us and sit down. I look in their direction and to my satisfaction, no one was chasing them. “What took you so long?” asked Bethany. Mike flashed a piece of paper with some numbers written on it. “I got a phone number.” he said smiling. Jake also raised a piece of paper with what looked like the same set of numbers.
Jake took a huge intake of breath from his nostrils and said “Ahhh⌠I smell threesome.” We all started laughing until we decided to get going. We got and decided to go to Mike’s house, the walk was a good twenty minutes and helped to eventually remove the pain from my hamstring. When we reached there, all that was outside his house was his sisters car, meaning that his dad was at work. Mike’s mom had disappeared a year after he was born, he hasn’t told me why and I haven’t asked. His dad has been single since, and you can tell that he isn’t a happy man any more. Mike made a promise to himself that he would never fall in love or have kids, that he would jump from girl to girl to return the favour of his mum breaking his dad’s heart. Pretty sweet and sick at the same time, huh?
Anyway, we walked into Mike’s house, flicked off our shoes at the entrance and went straight to the couch. Mike and Jake always, ALWAYS took the 3 man couch and took all the space. I sat down on the leather recliner and grabbed the remote. Bethany walked in and sat down on my left leg, she leaned back into my chest as I put my arm around her. As she sat down, she delivered a beautiful aroma of roses from her hair. The scent made me crazy and instantly gave me a boner. I was more and more confident around Bethany. We had sex, there was nothing higher in ranking in terms of respect, apart from falling in love, which I am sure we are in.
As I was changing the channels, my now fully erect cock must have been pretty obvious. All I saw was a smile on her face and her hand starting to rub my leg. The rubbing started to raise higher and higher until it was at my crotch. I looked over at Mike and Jake for a moment to my disbelief that they where both watching. I threw the remote at Jake, telling them to put on something funny.
They both got the hint and started watching TV. As they looked away, I started running my fingers up and down Beth’s thighs, almost tickling her. I eventually plucked up the courage to raise my hand and go for a berate squeeze. I moved my hand from her thigh, running my fingers up her stomach and to her breasts in one continuous motion. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt with no bra on, the fabric was very thin, and soon I could see her nipple beginning to strike out. I circled my finger around her nipple and areola. She giggled and sniggered in a really cute way as I did this, then turned her head to mine and romantically kissed me for several seconds. She pulled out of the kiss, looked into my eyes and came back for a second helping. We passionately made out for a couple of minutes. I lowered my hand from her breast to her skirt and tucked them under all clothing. I made my was down south until I reached vagina. She was dripping wet, I would have ripped her clothing off right then Mike and Jake weren’t sitting opposite us. I started to rub her pussy whilst I lowered my head to start kissing and playfully biting her ear. It was a fantastic position, my feet where up on the recliner hiding me and Beth. None of the action could be seen. Several quiet moans where evicted from Beth’s mouth, but loud enough to be heard by the lads.
I continued to slowly rub Beth’s pussy, holding her labia in-between my fingers as I pulled my fingers up and down. Beth suddenly grabbed onto my hand and pulled it out. She raised it and brought it to her face, slowly she placed my middle finger in-between her lips and sucked on it for several seconds, looking me dead in the eye. I thought that it was so sexy to watch her licking her own juices off my fingers. “I’m going to the toilet.” I said loud enough for everyone to hear, but looking straight at Beth as I said it. I walked upstairs and and went straight into the bathroom, I sat on the toilet seat and held my eye-sight at the door. As I had thought, Beth appeared through the doors about a minute later. She locked the door behind her, yanked off her t-shirt to reveal her beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples in the middle. I don’t know what it was about her nipples, but they made my mouth water like hell.
She came and sat straight on my lap, legs either side to mine and began to ferociously tongue fuck my mouth. She got off my lap for a couple of seconds, continuing to make out with me she pulled down her skirt and thong in one swift move. I really wondered what her thong smelt like by now, the amount of times we had fucked over the last two days must have stenched the shit out of it, giving it the smell of pure lust.
Before sitting down, she unzipped my jeans and and as I lifted my ass, she pulled them off. We where both completely naked, apart from my socks which I slid off with ease. We continued to make-out for a while before she lowered herself and placed her lips around my cock head. She started off with a nice and slow circling of my top with her tongue, followed by a slow decline on the length of my cock. After about a minute, she was deep throating me. I was extremely impressed by the way she sucked me off. The thought of never having to jerk off again almost made me cum. I held myself together by thinking about the pain in my hamstring. As I closed m eyes in bliss, she completely surprised me. She gave a quick lick to my ass hole. I always hated watching that kind of porn but it felt different, it felt nice. She looked up at me and winked, before going back to sucking my dick. I suddenly had a plan. I placed a finger on my right hamstring and found the source of the pain. With just a little pressure, the pain was almost unbearable. My plan was brilliant, it would please the shit out of Bethany.
“Oh baby, that’s enough, let me return the favour.” I moaned. “But you didn’t come.” she said. “Don’t worry about it.” I whispered. “I want to save it for later.”
She gave me an understanding smile and got up, we swapped positions. As she spread her legs, I kneeled down and she placed her heels on my shoulder blades as I began to run my tongue up and down her slit. I took special care of avoiding her clitoris for now, I was trying a teasing method I had thought of at the cafe. It consisted of declining her the best feeling until she wanted it more than anything, once I gave it to her, it would be the most stimulating sex she would ever have.
After a while of avoiding her clitoris, I suddenly raised my tongue to the source of all love. At first touch, she screamed out loud with a sign of pure lust and pleasure. I’m sure that everyone in the house heard the scream. I began my old routine that consisted of a labia workout, a clitoris engulfment and a tongue penetration. I sprinkled this all with a topping of adding my finger to the equation. Since I would no longer worry about her hymen, I slowly plunged my middle finger into her until I was knuckle deep. She let out another scream as I did this, the screams where so sexy it almost made me orgasm. Soon enough, she came. As much as I wanted to suck up all the juices that she was emitting, I preferred that she have a better experience. I kept slowly finger fucking her as I circled her clitoris. I could feel the absolute force of her pussy muscled tensing around my finger, it was a work of magic.
After her orgasm subsided, I spat down onto the head of my cock and stood up. I grabbed her legs and brought them together, placing her feet above my right shoulder. I had a beautiful view of her pussy lips and ass, as I took in the sight, I placed the head of my cock at the gate of heaven. I slowly thrusted into her and ended up with my stomach all the way against her thighs. Beginning to pull out and in continuously, I kept a rather slow rhythm at first. I wanted her to orgasm to this speed and then finish her off with the fastest I could go. As I thrusted in and out of her, I placed my thumb over her clitoris and began rubbing away. She was looking me straight in the eye as she was moaning, louder and loader with every thrust. Soon enough, she orgasmed. We couldn’t tear our eyes from each other, they where interlocked. Her eyes glowed with passion and love as she came. The muscles of her pussy engulfed my cock as she came, I was about to come but I grabbed my injured hamstring and fixed the problem. I spread her legs wide and leaned into her to romantically kiss her on the lips as I continued to thrust.
I pulled back from the kiss, still keeping our eyes interlocked as I looked into her beautiful golden hazel eyes. She placed her feet on my pectorals, as I broke eye contact to look down at her amazingly perfect feet. They where the perfect size, size 6 I presume, just the right size for a girl. Her feet where tanned gold with sexy orange nail varnish precisely painted on every nail. I hadn’t yet found a single body part that wasn’t perfect on her, it was truly like he was a defendant from the angels of heaven. (I’m incredibly atheist, but that was a nice sentence huh?)
I was fucking her as fast as I could go, swiftly giving and taking from her my seven inch solid cock. One hand rubbing her clit, the other grabbing my hamstring to avoid ejaculation. I had done a good job so far. She was moaning louder and louder with every stroke I made, I could see in her eyes that she was close. I released my hamstring, I was ready for her as she was for me.
She screamed louder than I had ever heard her, her pussy tensed around my cock and with a long groan, I too orgasmed. I shot what felt like a thousand litre’s of coconut milk into her. Our orgasms subsided but our breathing was still at a high level. I was always curious at what my heart rate would be during sex, but I didn’t have the heart to ruin the moment to retrieve it. (no pun intended)
I pulled my cock out, both fascinated we held our vision down at her pussy lips. Very slowly, beads of cum dripped down onto the ceramic tiles. We both smiled t each other, I leaned in and gave her a long and romantic kiss. We broke up very soon to catch our breath. We both got up and got changed. After some more kissing, hugging and rubbing. Bethany left first. I hated having my cock in my pants when they where covered in cum. I placed my cock in the sink, turned the tap and began to rinse the fucker clean. I was proud of him, he had made the most beautiful girl in school cum many times these few days.
I zipped up and walked out, to bump straight into Jodie, Mike’s sister. She gave me a cheeky smile, followed by a cute wink.
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The Married Guy and I haven’t hooked up for a while so when he texted me to see if I would be at the pool today I knew what he had in mind.
A sexy co-workers new look leads to an encounter…
This is a story of one of the more memorable mornings with a lady that remains my favorite lover despite our breakup.
James delivered prescriptions in the company jeep
I recently took a new job at a small university down south. My wife didnât want to move the kids before the school year ended, so I was commuting home every couple of weeks. I had a little apartment in a complex run by the university for new faculty members and staff. It wasnât a very good arrangement, but I was enjoying my new job and the neighbors were congenial so the time went pretty fast.
My new job involved coordinating programs across departments, and one afternoon I was in the language department talking to one of the French teachers. She was petite, dark haired, a curvaceous woman in her thirties. It was a hot day, and she was wearing a loose cotton shift that draped over her firm breasts. When she sat at her desk, I could see the strap of her thong through the sheer fabric. I had to work pretty hard to meet her eyes as we talked about designing a French course for my students. Her eyes were deep and brown, and she had an earnest arch to her brow as we talked.
We were making good progress when her officemate entered. She was also new â she lived down the hall from me â and also new to the country, having just come from Germany. Tall and willowy, she had short blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a boyish figure, with small, high breasts, slender hips and a flat stomach. We were on friendly terms, having occasionally gone running together in the mornings, and I knew she was in good shape.
âHi, Kiersten,â I greeted her.
âHi, Mitch,â she said as she sat at her desk. She swiveled in her chair to face us, her legs casually akimbo. Her short denim skirt gave me just a glimpse of a red silk thong stretched over her mound. She was wearing a cotton tank top that left no doubt she was not wearing a bra. âSo you met Brigitte?â Her English was very good, but she had a slightly throaty accent.
âWe talk about a course special for her students,â Brigitte volunteered. Brigitte had that fluid French accent, and little grammar mistakes, that I had always found irresistible.
âThey should be studying German,â Kiersten said primly, maybe joking.
âIâm sure you can talk them into it if anyone can,â I said lightly. I stood up. âThank you, Brigitte. Let me look at the schedule and we can settle the details later. Iâll let you get back to work.â
They gave me sunny farewell smiles as I left the room.
That evening, I was working on my lecture for the next day sitting at the table in my little apartment, when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Kiersten.
âHi, Mitch,â she said, handing me a fluted glass of champagne. âWhy donât you come join us for a little drink?â She cocked her head and I looked down the hall to see Brigitte standing in the doorway of Kierstenâs apartment. I thought briefly of my lecture notes, only half done, and my wedding ring, but my dick took over just in time.
âThanks, Iâd love to.â I took the glass and clinked it to hers and took a sip as the door swung closed behind me.
Kierstenâs little apartment had a single small couch, and I sat between them. We talked about university politics and the quality of the students and polished off the champagne. Kiersten went to get another bottle, and Brigitte turned to face me, her back against the arm of the couch and her legs crossed. We were all a little tipsy.
âEes hot,â she said, lifting the hem of her skirt as though to fan herself and giving me a glimpse of a white cotton thong stretched tight over a voluptuously curved and obviously shaven pussy. She caught me looking and smiled with that arch curve of her brow.
âSo, Mitch,â Kiersten said as she returned with a cold bottle of champagne and refilled our glasses. âIf Americans are so prudish, why is every TV show about sex?â
She leaned down to refill my glass and let me look down her dress. Her firm little breasts swayed gently inside the loose fabric. She looked up as though to make sure I was looking and smiled when she caught my eye.
âI donât think weâre prudish,â I said. âI think weâre actually pretty free. Some people wish they could make us prudish, but really I think Americans are pretty fixated on the pleasures of the here and now.â
âEes eet true that American boys will lick ze, how you say, poussee?â Brigitte said. She pronounced it with the accent on the last syllable: poussEE. She pouted at me, awaiting my answer.
âYes,â I said. Her shift had ridden up over her splayed thighs and her crotch was clearly visible. There was a small wet spot on her thong. âFrench boys donât?â
âNon,â she said. âOnly ze girls.â
âThe boys just donât want to take the trouble to give the woman pleasure.â
She squirmed a little, and discreetly ran her hand over her crotch.
âBut they all want their, what do you call it, schwanz â tail â sucked.â Kiersten was sitting on the opposite arm of the couch. Her short skirt left no need for imagination. âItâs not nice for the woman.â
âI donât think you have to think of it that way,â I said. I touched the cool champagne glass to the inside of her thigh and rolled it slowly toward her snatch. She spread her legs a little wider and her eyelids fluttered. âThe womanâs mouth is very pleasurable for the man. Most people say âdickâ, by the way. The lips and tongue are dynamic in a way that the poossee is not.â I smiled at Brigitte and ran my fingers gently up her thigh. She shivered and her nipples pressed against her bodice. âAnd if a man knows what he is doing, the manâs mouth can be very pleasurable for the woman. In an even give and take, the whole thing just makes more pleasure for both.â
Brigitte flung one leg over the back of the couch and laid the other across my lap. She scooted down so that her dress rode up past her waist and her thong was taut against her pubis.
âSo,â she said, a little breathless. âAmerican boys â do they do eet like a girl?â
âHow do we do eet?â I said with a smile. I kissed her thigh and set my glass down. I ran my tongue down the tender inside of the thigh toward her steaming crotch. Leaning down, I nuzzled her slit through the damp fabric. With my nose, I gently prodded her little hooded spot. She breathed deeply and thrust her cunt at me. With the flat of my tongue, I licked along the seams of her thong. She writhed.
Straightening, I used both hands to pull her undies off, carefully disentangling them from her comely feet. Kiersten was watching intently, breathing a bit raggedly as she massaged her own sex through her soaked panties.
Leaning back down, I nuzzled Brigitteâs now naked pussy. The outer lips were full and round and of the same deep olive color as the rest of her body. Her inner lips peeked out deep purple. I ran my tongue flat along the outsides of her outer lips, leaving them glistening. She moaned. I nibbled along the ridges and she moaned some more. With my tongue, I gently separated the other lips from the inner, then nibbled oh-so-lightly at the ruffled edges of her inner lips. She writhed, spreading her legs as far as she could, trying to press herself into my mouth. I ran my tongue up the length of her inner lips, still sealed, and let the tip of my tongue explore gently her mons. She began to pant.
Kiersten got up and when she came into my view she was naked. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, just a powdering of downy blonde fur highlighting her lips and a little patch on her pubis to show the way. She bent over Brigitte and helped her out of her cotton dress, and as Brigitte lay back down, Kiersten unbuckled her bra and massaged her round tits. They kissed.
I continued to run my tongue over the opening to Brigitteâs inner sanctum, gently separating the lips a little further each time. The purple color of the lips gave way to a deep pink toward her opening. I lay my tongue flat along it and massaged it up and down. Kiersten was kissing and fondling her tits, blowing gently on the nipples to make them erect. Brigitte was panting deeply.
Probing with the tip of my tongue, I now found her clitoris. Shy at first, it was now standing up begging for my attention. I licked it gently with my tongue, prodding it after each stroke with the tip.
âOh! Mon dieu!â she cried. âThatâs mahvelous! Wonderful!â
I cupped her little man with my mouth, sealing my lips over her entire mound, and began a rhythmic massage of her clit. Her breath was coming in long, deep pants. I slipped my thumb into the opening of her cunt and slid it slowly in and out, a little deeper each time. She flung her tan legs in the air and began to pant faster.
âOh! Oui! Oui!â
I pushed my thumb all the way in and tickled her asshole with my pinky, maintaining a steady rhythm on her clit with my tongue. I felt her climax as her pussy gripped my thumb and her body convulsed, her legs taut and quivering, straight in the air. She held her breath for one beat, then two, while the waves of ecstasy subsided, then flopped on the couch.
I gently pulled my thumb out of her and sat back, my face slathered with her juice.
âThat is how we do eet,â I said.
âOh, Mitch,â she moaned. She pronounced it âMeeeetchâ. âYou are as good as a girl.â
Kiersten was standing before me, her legs parted. I could see her lips swollen and shiny under their downy cloud cover. She ran her hands up her body, cupping her breasts. She knelt and pushed my knees gently apart, running her hands up my thighs, under the baggy legs of my shorts, to where my dick was straining at the fabric. Her erect nipples grazed my legs gently as she reached my big boy and stroked it.
âSo, show me how it can be pleasurable?â She tugged at my shorts. I lifted my butt and let her pull them off. My dick sprang free.
âFor me or for you?â
âFirst, for you. Then youâll show me what give-and-take means.â
âWell, first you have to learn to like it.â She was still stroking me lightly. Brigitte was watching through lidded eyes, her pussy oozing juice.
âThatâs right,â I told her gently. âNow kiss it. Kiss it on its little lips.â
She leaned forward and gave my big boy a smooch. Then another, her lips slightly parted. Tentatively, she took an inch or so into her mouth.
âMmmm,â I said, trying to be encouraging. âNow run your tongue over the bottom, along the shaft toward the tip.â
She did. What with getting Brigitte off, I was starting to ooze pre-come.
âYech!â she exclaimed, rocking back on her haunches. Her pussy was open, wet. âItâs salty!â
âI will try eet,â purred Brigitte. She crawled over to me and took my rock-hard dick between her soft lips. Kiersten remained squatting in front of us, watching with a mixture of disgust and envy. She slowly rubbed her own pussy. Brigitte was taking ever deeper strokes, pulling me further and further into her mouth. I could feel my prick probing her throat as she expertly caressed me with her tongue, in and out.
âOh, Brigitte,â I said with a groan. âYouâre really good at eet.â
She stopped sucking long enough to look up at me, smiling sweetly. She stroked my dick with one hand.
âHow you say? Practice make perfect?â She went back for more practice. It was perfect.
Kiersten stood now and put one foot on the couch next to me, spreading her tawny pussy and thrusting it at my face.
âGive me what you gave Brigitte,â she said. Her face was flushed.
I lay back on the couch, careful not to move out of Brigitteâs range, and guided Kiersten on top of me. She knelt on the couch, straddling me, and brought her pussy lips to mine. They were pale and delicate, like an orchid, the skin almost translucent. I gently massaged the outer lips with my tongue and heard her moan appreciatively. She spread her legs a little further, sitting further down. I nibbled at her inner lips, which were damp and starting to swell. Using the tip of my tongue, I explored her slit, looking for her little warrior. There she was, peeking out from under her fleshy helmet, stiff and ready. I flicked at her clit. Kiersten tossed her head and moaned. She liked it.
My dick was swelling under Brigitteâs expert attentions. I thrust my hips upward, involuntarily trying to push further in. She met my thrusts, raising herself up to straighten her throat, and I felt my man slide past her tongue into neverland. She gagged only slightly, then slid me almost all the way out, dragging her tongue along the tender thread before swallowing me again, all the way down, no gagging this time.
I kept working on Kiersten. I gripped her ass with both hands, gently spreading her cheeks, and fondled her asshole with one finger.
âOh!â she cried.
I tightened my lips around her mound and rubbed her clit rhythmically with my tongue. Her breath was ragged as she panted. I pushed my finger carefully into her anus as I picked up the pace with my tongue.
âOh!â she cried again. âYes! I can feelâŚ! IâmâŚ!â Her body tensed and she held her breath. I could feel her orgasm coursing through her sex as I massaged her clit and moved my finger gently in and out. She convulsed once, then twice.
The drama of Kierstenâs orgasm was too much. With a groan, I came in Brigitteâs mouth and down her throat. Gamely, she kept sucking me in and out, taking every drop. I could hear her swallowing as I shot my load. As she swallowed, her throat flexed, gripping the tip of my bad boy and heightening the intensity of my orgasm. Kiersten rolled off the couch and crouched on the floor, watching Brigitte suck me, little rivulets of my essence leaking past her lips and down my shaft.
My man was shrinking in Brigitteâs mouth as she let him slip out and sat back on her haunches. She tucked the stray threads of my come into her mouth with a Mona Lisa smile. Kiersten reached for her, drawing her comely face down into a deep, tongue-swapping kiss.
âMmm,â Kiersten said as they separated, both a little breathless. âThatâs not so bad. Kind of like an oyster. Maybe next time, Iâll give and you can take, Mitch.â
Like I said, I was enjoying this new job.
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This is a recount of something that happened to my then wife almost six years ago – after this event things started to spiral out of control until eventually we parted. It’s based on her version of events that she imparted to me afterwards, plus a bit of creative padding to get the blood flowing. I want to share it because it often turns me on when I think back and other folk might enjoy it too.
We took a long weekend “across the pond” in New York in the winter of 2000, staying in a basic hotel. The hotel had a massage parlour adjoined to it, and after a day of trudging around Manhattan shopping we’d stopped for a few drinks, and feeling a little frisky in our tipsy state, decided to step into the parlour and each take a massage.
My “then” wife (I’ll just refer to her as my wife from now on to save repetition) – Linda – was, up until this day, fairly frigid when it came to revealing herself to anybody else. We’d had massages in a more classy hotel in Thailand several years before, and she wouldn’t go naked for the little Thai woman for love nor money. So I was expecting more of the same this time round.
In the NYC massage parlour there were three rooms, one of which was taken. We both requested a full body massage and were lead to our respective changing rooms, being requested to both strip off and come back out using the towel provided. I came out of the changing room first with the towel round my waist and was greeted by my masseur – a tall black guy not afraid to show his well toned body through his white vest. I instantly felt pathetic, my beer gut peering over the towel and man boobs jiggling as I moved. For a moment I was relieved that it was me that was being seen to by this guy instead of Linda, but as I stepped into my massage room I noticed another equally fit black guy opening the door to the room next door waiting for Linda to appear. I was at that moment just thankful that she was so prudish and faithful to me that she had the ability to control herself. I’d hoped that she would at most be quite turned on after having a sensuous massage from a fit black guy that sex when we got back to our hotel room would be amazing.
A few minutes in to being laid face down on the massage table, my face wedged into that hole as I stared at the black guy’s bare feet and legs while he went for my neck and shoulders, I heard the door close to next door’s massage room. I could only hear muffled voices coming from next door – a deep booming male voice followed by a light airy English female voice, some polite laughter from both. Linda had gone in there with her towel hitched tight around her chest, with barely enough length to cover her ass. When she’d got into the room she’d made the guy turn round while she leapt onto the table, face into the hole, and towel kept carefully in position. Linda’s masseur insisted that she had to lose the towel, although only to her lower back. She refused but was told that in which case there was little point in having the massage. She reluctantly agreed, figuring there was not much that can be seen and the massage was kind of expensive and already paid for. She loosened the towel from around her, and as the guy went for the towel she shivered as his fingers brushed the side of her chest, only inches from her nipples, before pulling the towel down to reveal just an inch of builder’s bum.
As I lay there, my back being pummelled by my moody masseur, I couldn’t stop picturing the image next door. Linda was 31 at the time, with medium length mousey-blond hair and a gentle tan to her smooth white skin. She had well toned legs and dainty feet (I guess she still has) and 36C breasts, which would no doubt have been pressed firmly into that massage table. I can imagine any guy getting reasonably turned on at having her lie near-naked in front of you while you’re massaging her thighs.
Linda described her massage as being super-sensual. He doused her back, shoulders, thighs and calves in oil and worked his big thick fingers over her skin. She was allowing herself to get turned on by it and could feel her pussy pulsating as he rubbed and massaged her thighs, choosing to take his hands high up her thighs, high enough for her to feel the heat of his hands against her pussy. When he came to her front, to lean over her and massage her lower back, she could feel his torso brush against her head and see his big, bare feet and legs through her hole in the table. His fingers stretched down and briefly nipped under the towel, grabbing the slightest piece of flesh from her bottom.
I think back now and remember that at this stage the whole place was silent, save for the occasional hard slap that my git of a masseur would give me as he continued to vent his unexplicable mood on my back. It wasn’t long after this that the silence was to be broken.
Linda’s masseur was apparently too turned on to control himself any longer. He told Linda he was getting hot and was just taking off some clothing. Linda kept her face in the hole and muttered “OK” to him. She saw him move away from the table and fumble with some clothing, then saw to her disbelief his boxers tossed to the floor beneath the table. He went back to work on her neck and shoulders, which immediately sent another shiver down her spine, working its way to her pussy. He then shuffled forward to get closer in – she was then presented through her view hole of the floor with his huge black cock pointing in her direction, just inches from her face. While she was shocked at what was going on, she was so turned on by this point that she just stayed in position and kept her eyes fixed on his bulbous penis. After almost five minutes of silence from her, her inaction prompted the guy to make his next move, so he shuffled further under the table, until he felt his cock reach her lips.
I was oblivious to this in my room, just hoping that my beating would end soon, when I heard the guy shout from next door. He called my guy to come next door to give him a hand with something. My guy yelled back “Coming right up!” and then asked me in hushed tones to turn over. I rolled onto my back and he stood there for a second, whipped off my towel, and glanced at my penis. He made some comment like “Oh you poor little thing” and threw the towel back at me, before leaving the room. I lay there motionless, puzzled, while my guy tended to whatever was going on next door.
My wife, whose head was being held into the hole while she sucked the head of her masseur’s cock, heard the other guy enter the room and suddenly her towel was whipped away from her. She could tell her pussy was soaking by this point, and the guy behind her wasted no time in using his expert masseur skills to knead her ass cheeks and pull them apart to reveal her sodden pussy. He climbed on top of the table and she felt his cock slap against her ass, before her hips were grabbed and yanked from being pressed to the table.
I remained motionless on the massage table, just waiting for him to return. At the time I was thinking that next door was out of oil or there was just some trivial question he had, until I started hearing the muffled moaning of my wife through the wall. As it grew, louder and louder, heavier and heavier, I felt myself even more bolted to that table and almost paralysed to do anything. The only part of me that moved was my penis, which grew achingly hard. I had that old “you know what they say about black guys” cliche in my head which was getting me even hornier – as I later found out, in this case it was most definitely true and they were both nearly twice my size.
My wife was in there for nearly half an hour, being fucked from all positions by both guys. She said she orgasmed the moment the first guy pushed the full length of his cock into her, and again when the second guy came inside her while she was being fucked on the floor on all fours. To me, the most vivid moment of that day was me cumming on myself while I heard the joint sound of my wife screaming to orgasm with her masseur booming in his deep voice “Oh fuck!” as he came inside her.
Shortly after the climax, the chinese owner of the place stormed into next door and shouted at the three of them to get out. He came into where I was and told me to get going too. I leapt off the table and headed out of the room, and into the changing room to shower. I was joined by the two black guys, who also joined me in the shower. They showered silently as they stared at me. I had lost my tongue by this point, I had no idea what to say. Instead I couldn’t stop myself glancing at their incredible physique and long, thick flaccid cocks. My stomach turned when I noticed the dry white residue of collective male and female cum running the length of one of the guy’s cocks, before he soaped himself down. I just remember looking down at my flabby stomach and short hairy cock, unsurprised that these guys would turn a woman on, especially my wife.
I quickly left the place, without waiting for Linda, and went back to the hotel room. She returned an hour later and we sat in silence for the rest of the night, before we eventually started talking through what happened. She never told me where she was during that extra hour, however.
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My mate Kip and I hosted a lovely dinner party and over a few drinks the topic of sexuality came up. There were three gay guys, I’m bisexual and this couple (male/female) claimed bisexual status.
David fucking me on the bonnet of his car….
This is my first story based on real life events. Though I got a bit carried away writing it so I can’t claim that it’s all true. Welcoming all comments. If it’s a sucess I will continue this series.
It all started when I was in college and my uncle Jim gave me a part time job working in his Security Installation Business.
After about 6 to 8 months I was out doing house calls on my own.
Now my uncle Jim is one of the best mentors I have ever had. He had a way with customers that had them keep coming back. âThe first rule of businessâ He would say.
Not only was he good at dealing with them but most of the woman he dealt with seem to glow when he was a round.
It didnât take me long to work out that some of them were getting more than their Installations work on!
One evening over a few cold ones, Jim ask me if I had been given any extra jobs out of my house calls. What sort of jobs I asked trying to pretend I donât know what he meant.
âYou know special favours with all them single woman.â He said as he nudged me in the side.
âIâm not exactly sure I know what you mean Jim, but has this got to do with having closer customer relations where I service the female clients as well as their installationsâ I said sounding surprised.
âYou got it there Steve you hit the nail right on the head!â Jim said with a grin from ear to ear.
Jim went on to explain how he had been the ultimate service man for years screwing all sorts of women right to the point that they have even recommended him to their friends.
I was a little surprised, of course I knew he may have got one or two in his time, but for it to be a main part of his business, this was a shock.
A few more hours and a few more beers later I had the full story of what he had been doing, all of the lead in lines and how to respond when you get a reaction.
By this time I was so fascinated that I couldnât wait to get to work on it right away.
Plenty of times while on the Job I have noticed some of the woman extra friendly with the cool drinks and constantly watching me work. (I usually hate been watched while I work)
The next couple of weeks all I could think about was what Jim had told me and how I could put it into action. Jim had offered to set me up but I didnât want that, I wanted to do it for myself.
The following week I had to finish a job where I was installing some security devices for a woman in the wealthier part of town.
Last time I was their a few months before, I notice that she keep smiling bringing me drinks, asking if I was ok and I even saw her looking at my but a few times.
The night before, I though I better give Ms Barker a ring and let her know I would be there in the morning and would probably be there most of the day.
She said it was fine as she was going to be home all day herself and if I need her assistance she would be by my side. After listening to my uncle Jimâs advice I thanked her and suggested that if I need her help I wonât hesitate to ask.
The next morning when I arrived, Ms Barker met me at the door as usual with all smiles and compliments.
âHi there Steve youâre so punctual, I like a man thatâs on time its very professionalâ
âWhy thank you Ms Barker thatâs such a complimentâ I said smiling back at her.
âOh donât be silly Steve call me Karen you make me sound like a School Teacher. Youâre looking well these daysâ
âThank you Karen youâre looking vibrant yourself.â I said and we proceeded inside.
She took me through to the work area which was the living room where I was to first do some wiring.
As I put my tools down I bent right over and pause for a minute to slowly unlock my toolbox. I notice that Karen was still behind me and hadnât moved so I presumed she was having a good look at my butt.
I heard a deep sigh and then she said that she will make us coffee before I started, I said that would be great.
Karen was about mid 40ish with long red hair and still looked as attractive as most woman 10 years younger than her. She was married to an Insurance salesman that spent a lot of time on the road selling. Hence the reason Karen seemed a bit lonely.
This particular day she had dressed in a light floral summer dress that showed her knees and a little cleavage.
After coffee I got stuck into the work and had a lot of the main stuff out of the way. I still had some wiring to do in the ceiling and had to get up the man hole.
I called on Karen to help me by holding the ladder and talking to me while I was up there so I knew where to find the connections.
When I climbed back down the ladder, we brushed momentarily and I felt a faint stirring rise in my loins.
I continue over to get the last lot of connections done up with Karen following me still keen to chat.
The subject came up about her husband and how he was always on the road trying to make that extra sale (as she put it!) I replied by saying that he should balance his work and life more evenly.
I finished the last connections and packed up the tools when Karen asked me if it was ok if I could stay for a few drinks for doing such a good job. I agreed without hesitation.
I put the tools in the truck and went back inside and sat on the sofa where Karen had bought me out a beer. She mixed herself a drink and then sat beside me and began asking me more details about myself.
I was into my second beer and I could tell she was well relaxed with me now, so I decided to up the tempo.
I turned and looked at her for a moment and said to her that she had the most beautiful eyes, held my gaze for a split second longer then looked away.
I turned to her again and kept my gaze and she was gazing back. I reach out and put my hand gently on her neck and ran my thumb across her cheek. She tilted her head slightly then it fell towards mine where our lips met. I slowly nibbled at her bottom lip as she responded and then it rolled into a full kiss where our tongues started to entwine.
I slide my hand down to her side and in to her breast and heard her moan. My cock was aching bad and was starting to swell vigorously. I felt her hand gliding slowly up my leg towards it as I slowly flicked my thumb over her nipple.
Our tongues were lashing hard and I was kneading her now hard nipples through her cloths as she found my cock and was squeezing it through my pants. I had to release it or it was going to explode so I broke the kiss and stood to remove my pants. As I did this she rose to do the same unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the ground.
I was amazed at how gorgeous she looked naked and took just a split second to admire her before we came together again. I started to kiss my way down her neck nipping as I went. She sighed as I did and placed her hand back on my now throbbing member and started to stroke it. I kissed my way to her nipple that were hard and pointy and teased them with a flick of my tongue, then encircling them and occasionally I nipped them between my teethe.
She uttered the first words as she struggled to speak them out
âI want to taste youâ with that she rolled me over on my back in one motion and her lips went down to my ache. They felt warm and soft and a jolt went down my legs as Karen slowly slide her lips over the tip and encircled it with her tongue. She started to slide it deeper and back up again this was driving me crazy and it wasnât long before I felt my climax about to erupt.
I started to moan to give here notice but it only made her suck it harder and deeper. I couldnât hold it any longer and I felt it hit the back of her throat and she didnât move an inch but kept on going. Finally she pulled it out of her mouth sensing that I was spent and rolled her tongue around her lips to make sure she got every last drop.
I was amazed I didnât see even one drop she swallowed the lot and it was best I ever had.
She smiled seeing my expression and spoke again
âItâs your turn now honeyâ at that Karen spread her legs and I could see how wet her panties were and began to peel them down.
I wanted to taste her so bad but at the same time I want to give her as good as I got. I hadnât even got her panties off all the way when I smelt her sweetness. It was driving me crazy. I start kissing my way up her inner thighs as she laid back and closed her eyes. Her left hand was on her tits as she rolled her nipple between her fingers and her right hand had found my head and was eagerly helping me to my destination.
I found her moist nest and flicked my tongue a couple of times to taste her sexy juice. It was sweet and hot and I wasted no time lapping it up flicking across her clit as she moaned deeper and squeezed her nipples harder. I started to tease her swelling clit flicking it rapidly and I felt the tremor in her thighs and knew she was close to her own orgasm. I took her lead and began to lap it harder and sucked it between my lips a few times. Karen started to moan louder and I felt her tremble as a stream of hot liquid hit my tongue as I kept up the pace. She started to hump my face and more and more she came. I was lost in her smell and taste and felt my softness gaining its strength again. Finally she squirts one last big shot all over my face and pulls my out from between her thighs. I wanted to stay there I was in heaven but she had other ideas.
Her hand was already on my cock and it wasnât long before it was hard again. I moved up and placed the tip at the entrance and I knew she was well lubed so I pushed it in and kept going until it was all the way in. Now I am not that small a good 8 inches with a decent girth. She felt nice like a neat fit I pulled it out and then started to move with slow but deep strokes. I then lifted up her legs and pushed her knees up for better penetration and quicken up my pace she began to moan again and I leant forward to kiss her deeply and then trailed of to her wanting tits lapping at her nipples. I felt the tingle again and quicken up my pace. She started to ride with me grinding with my every stroke then I felt her orgasm hit and was able to release mine straight after Karenâs.
We both were exhausted and just laid there for a good while catching our breaths.
We had a few more refreshment and on my way out I ended up screwing her against the wall in the hall way.
I have had to make a few more house calls back there since and have scored a few others along the way.
I will be writing about the others at a latter date.
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continuing story about Geg and his wife Sandra
I caught her attention but she had expectations. Could I read her quickly enough to get inside her head.
After that heavy torture thing last time I said to my slut, that weâll have a nice relaxed gang bang in a cinema in our town. I put an invitation on the website of the sex cinema and wrote the following text:
âWe plan a gang bang on Saturday from 8 pm open end. Feel free to cum as often as you want and bring lots of friends with you. My slutslave is Romanian, slim, 25, brown haired and tanned and has a great slim body. Her small sluttish perky boobs are waiting for your hands and your cum. She s extremely hungry for all your cocks and swallows everything you give her. My slut is one of the most submissive sluts in the world. She does everything you want. We hope to see you soon. What you need is an actual aids test. Entry fee: 20 dollarsâ
I made a deal with the cinema owner to share the money he made. So we prepared ourselves for the evening. Benas heart was beating double the speed it normally does. She was already wet the whole day. She had no idea of how many guys would fuck her that night. She had to wear her servants dress with hot black stockings, a short skirt in black with white pockets and a shelf bra, which exposed her long puffy nipples. She had a servants hood on her head and wore 5 inch black latex stilettos. As usual she wasnât allowed to wear any slip. When she walked, her new fat piercing rings on her pussy lips hit together and made a hot concert.
When we left home Bena was so excited that we had to stop on the way to the cinema, cause she had to pee. We stopped at a parking lot and she walked in front of our car. Lifted her skirt and peed in front of it. I was rock hard immediately. When she was finished she stood up and let the rest of the pee run down her hot freshly shaven long slim legs. She got into the car and gave me a taste of her pee with her hand. Then she fucked herself a bit with her hand and licked her juice from her hand. I was so fucking hard so I ordered her to suck my dick immediately. Instead of sucking it in the car she walked around and opened the drivers door. She took my dick in her hungry slutmouth, while her bare ass was poking out of the car. Her fuckslut was visible to everybody. Her piercings hung down her slit. Some cars passed us and hooted. They couldnât believe their eyes. Bena went on sucking my dick and with her special slut technique she massaged my cum out of my balls in record time. Quite a good training for tonight I thought. She slurped my cum down, after she played with it in her slutmouth. She is a specialist in cum gargling and enjoys to tease with it. After she swallowed she wiped her mouth and sat back in the car. We drove to the cinema, where we couldnât believe what we saw.
There was a waiting line at the cinema. It seemed that there were 40 or 50 guys when we passed the whistling group. There were guys of every social background (even some really nasty ugly beggars). Ebony guys, Caucasians and Asians. Young and really old guys. Punks and business guys. What a fucking mess I thought. That takes hours to make them happy. When Benaslutslave passed them they started to grab at her tits and ass cheeks. I had to separate them to come into the cinema. There was some kind of bodybuilder I couldnât get off. He grabed my slut on her hair and forced her down to the ground. Bena obeyed. He forced his dick out of his trousers directly in her throat. She sucked submissively and massaged his shaven bull balls. He forced his fat dick till his balls knocked on her chin. Tears run down her eyes. Her eyelash smeared a bit. But he didnât take long to cum in her throat. He shot and Bena swallowed. She didnât have any choice. He ripped her head of his dick and disappeared. Bena fall back a bit and catched herself. Her pussy was visible to all the guys in the line. One of the guys said, that this piercings are fucking crazy. âYou are the filthiest whore heâll ever fuck! We walked down to the cinema rooms and it looked not like 40 to 50 but like 80 in total.
Bena found a seat in the first row. She sat down. Some really horny porn was running. But nobody cared. They all followed us and wanked their dicks. I sat next to her and played on her pussy. I fucked her with my four fingers in her pussy hole. I ordered the first guy to my slave and allowed her to start her blow jobs. She immediately had two dicks in her hands and on in her sluttish mouth. Behind her where dozens of guys and grabbed her tiny but fucking sexy little titties. I fucked her heavier and she moaned over the dicks. The first guy was near to cum and on rage. Bena sucked harder and he couldnât hold it anymore. He shot her in her mouth and released her. She was showing his cum to all the surrounding guys. They just realized what a slut she is. Then three guys where again next to her. She was changing dicks every 10 seconds and looked deep and sexy in their eyes. It didnât take long again and she collected their loads in her mouth. The other guys gave her their loads and Bena gargled 10 loads within 10 minutes. Her mouth was full. I fucked her now with four fingers in her pussy hole. After the experience with the sadist in his house her cunt was widely spread for 3 weeks. I ordered Bena to do daily training of her muscles down there to get it tighter again. But I had that feeling it didnât work out to her original tightness. Nevertheless she gargled the loads and suddenly swallowed all the mess and let go a yummy sound. Then she moved and kneeled on the cinema seat. She spread her bum and cunt into the masses and said, fuck me you fuckers. While she was bending over the seat she wanked dicks in the second row and blew a huge member from a beggar. That fat cock looked really ugly and smelled stinky but my Slaveslut sucked it dutifully. I guesss he hadnât have sex for years and Benaslut was doing something social. After just 30 seconds he shot his 10 thick jizz loads in her fuckface. She wasnât expecting that and was totally messed up. All the guys laughed and said, she is the sickest bitch in the world. Her pussy was already filled with a cock from an Asian guy. She didnât realize it first but as he changed holes in her butt she started to enjoy it. Another guy sat beneath her on the cinema chair and sucked her titties while he fucked my bitch in her pierced whorepussy. The Asian guy continued and shot his load in her ass. And so it went on for two hours. I didnât have the impression that the waiting line gets shorter. Bena was totally filled up with cum in every of her holes. Even when she gagged and threw up only cum disappeared from her. She felt in heaven. She was in the centre of the fuck universe. A cum loving goddess. Unexhaustible flows of warm cum. Under her three slave holes where huge puddles of cum. Her hair, her eyes and her ears where full of it too. She got a bit exhausted. I said to all, that my slut needs a 15 minute break.
After that we could continue. We disappeared in a dark room. What we saw was diverse SM stuff. I had an idea. I attached Benaslut on the swing set looking upwards and bound her A cup udders on a rope hanging from the ceiling. As usual they looked like tiny table tennis balls when they where bound. I enjoy that embarrassing presentation of her titless body. I bound her legs to the swing set. She had to arch back her head in a position where she can be fucked perfectly in her throat. Last but not least I bound her arms behind her back and attached her hair to it. So she was absolutely helpless and reduced to her three holes. Then I opened the door to the room and the guys flowed into the room.
Bena was still covered In cum and it flowed out of every of her holes. But that was only a third of what followed the next two hours. They raped her and fucked her. They filled her with their hands and fisted her ass and her pussy. Wads of slimy cum came ut of her bowels and her slutslit. She was chocked and gagged. Her face full of mucus. I asked the cinema guy if he could close the doors, because I think that my slave isnât able to take more than the 30 guys still waiting for their release. When I entered the room again some nasty guy was fist fucking her poor sloppy anus and causing a fat two inch prolapse coming out of her bumhole. He boxed it in and released his hand a second later. I couldnât see Benas condition through all that mucus, but I realized her moaning still. And finally she was still breathing and orgasming. I stopped counting after 6 or 7 times. Sure was she still had fun. Her piercings where hitting together in the speed of the fisting. She gagged loud and coughed. A huge black guy had stick his member in deep in her throat. It was clearly visible in her neck. He enjoyed that slow fuck deep in her and fucked her like that for at least 10 minutes. I couldnât believe what I saw but he managed to get that huge member of 11 inches all the way in. It was like sword swallowing, what she practiced with him while she got fisted. Several guys fucked their load in her pussy using breaks of the fister. I couldnât hold my cum seeing that black dick in my slave and fucked her on her eyes. I said, that they would have to hurry up. There is only half an hour left. With that the rest of the bunch stood around her and waited until the black guy shot his load into her mouth. She hold it and gargled. A group of guys shot their load into her cum bag mouth. 5 where left. I closed the room. I released here from all the bondages except the tit bondage. Her little teeny udders were deep red blueish. She had to kneel down. I got a whip and spanked her hard on her udders. She screamed. I whipped her hard again. She was back and more alive than before. It waked her up a bit. I whipped 10 times over her hot sexy ass cheeks. Then I told the five guys, that the guy who gets her to orgasm within a minute wins a night with her alone and can do whatever he wants except harming her permanently or killing her of course. Bena was kneeling a bit uncomfortable cause her tits lifted her up a bit.
The first guy must have cum from a construction area nearby. He was full of dirt and was stinking sweaty. He commanded Bena to stand up and fistfucked her cunt. After one minute she was really high but not near to cum. The second guy was another asian pervert and massaged her cum covered clit and licked it. I was shocked a bit but it seemed to work. Parallel he fucked three fingers in her anus and massaged artificially her left bluish tit ball. That brought her over the edge. So we stopped the challenge and he gave me his address for the next Saturday. I released Benaslut from her tit bondage.
Bena walked out the cinema towards the car fully covered in cum. I said to her, that she had to slurp the cum from her body or she doesnât come into my car. After five minutes I gave her a towel and rubbed the rest of her body dry. At home she took her shower tortured boidy and was still excited of that evening. She was fucked over 5 hours by dozens of full cum ball owners. She slept quickly and I m sure she had wet dreams that night.
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