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Turkish Delight Pt1

I’d been unemployed for nearly six months. We were making ends meet, just. My wife was working as many hours as possible as a receptionist and I was picking up casual work when possible. Thankfully our son was in the Army and our 17yr.old daughter had moved in with her boyfriend to make things easier for us financially.
As there was no answer from my pal’s first floor flat I walked around the corner of the dilapidated block of first floor flats that he lived in looking for somewhere to take a piss. I knew that it was unlikely that anybody would pass by or even notice me if they did. It was early afternoon and this part of town was as rough as they come. At least half of the flats were empty and the other half were only here because no one else would have them. I found a convenient corner and unzipped my jeans. As I pulled my cock out of my zipper and my piss cascaded against the wall I spotted an old red BMW 3 series with two people in it slowly drive along the rubbish strewn road. It turned left, parking almost directly under the walkway that I was pissing against.
“They’re up to no good,” I thought. They were either thieves who were going to strip what little was left from the derelict ground floor flats or, hopefully, married lovers after a bit of ‘love in the afternoon’.
I tried to remain hidden, keeping my body behind the wall but by peeking through the smashed storm hole I had a clear view of the windscreen and the occupants.
SHIT! I froze to the spot. My fingers clung onto the pebbledashed wall to steady myself. I couldn’t believe my eyes! There, in the passenger seat, was my wife sitting next to a Mediterranean looking guy that I sort of recognised too.
Anne furtively looked around, but the guy had parked his car very carefully making it virtually hidden from any prying eyes on the ground. But not from above!
Mesmerised and stunned, I couldn’t take my gaze off them. My mind raced with crazy thoughts.
“What were they doing here?”
“Who was he?”
“How did she know him?”
I checked my watch – 2.15. She had finished work 15 minutes before.
Anne sat impassively as he chatted and joked with her. After a couple of minutes he appeared to ask her a question, she nodded slightly and he leaned forward kissing her gently on the lips. My stomach turned. Thankfully she didn’t seem to respond. Then his hand slowly caressed her left breast. My wife flinched then closed her eyes. His coffee coloured fingers pressed and squeezed her ample breast through the material of her cream work shirt.
Anne’s arms were still by her side as he softly broke away from the kiss, keeping his hand on her breast.
He smiled and said something else. Anne smiled and lightly nodded her head. Staring into her hazelnut eyes he slowly moved his fingers across her chest until he began unbuttoning the shirt.
When the last button was undone he flicked the material to one side exposing her large bra encased breasts to his gaze. With a satisfied grin on his face he traced the pattern of her bra with a long bony finger, making sure that he made her flesh gently wobble. Anne closed her eyes again and bit her lip as he tickled her nipple with his fingertip. He laughed and she nodded. I gasped and nearly choked as my chest began to tighten.
My wife’s breasts and nipples are incredibly sensitive, so I guessed he was asking if she was enjoying his caresses. She flicked her hair from her eyes and nodded more encouragement.
He suddenly moved his body forward and kissed her much more forcibly this time, forcing her head back against the headrest. His hand swiftly slid underneath the lace of her bra and his hand was now roughly squeezing and kneading her soft flesh.
To my amazement my wife slightly changed position and began responding to his kisses by cupping his head in her hands as he casually lifted her tits out of their cups. Her hands were pulling at his jet-black hair as he tugged at her already extended nipples. I could tell that they were playing tongue tennis – forcing their wet tongues deep inside each other’s mouth.
I was now kneeling on the ground so that I could get the best possible view of my wife and this stranger, I became aware that I hadn’t tucked my flaccid penis away when I’d finished my piss. It was now rock hard and sticking out like a flagpole. I looked around, and as I’d guessed earlier there was no sign of anybody else. Unable to stop myself, I started pulling on the stretched skin of my cock. My stomach turned as my fingers touched my swollen knob.
I looked back through the storm drain to see my wife now kneeling on the passenger seat pressing her breasts against his face, having discarded her shirt and bra. Anne’s head was now arched back as he suckled her nipples and groped her tight arse through her trousers.
I was well on the way to cumming when I spotted her dropping her left hand into his lap.
“My God!” she was stroking his cock through his jeans.
Still sucking and licking her 34d tits the guy moved his right hand off her arse and started fumbling with his zip and top button. I could see through the steering wheel that Anne was unbuckling his belt. It took them a minute or two until his cock sprang out of his pants.
Still feeding a tit into his mouth my wife moved back slightly on her seat so that she could get a better look at his cock. Anne’s eyes sprang wide open as she stared down into his lap.
I came in buckets onto the wall as Anne wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked it with her fingers. I jerked the last few drops out as I remembered that we had made love only the night before. Although our son was 18 we’d been married for 17 years, and I’d always thought that our love/sex life was fine. I knew that I could still ‘press all of the right buttons’ because she’d even had an orgasm when I’d licked her. Perhaps I wasn’t as exciting a lover as I’d once been and was now a little bit over weight, but I’d never considered having an affair, so how could she? Had she been thinking about him as we’d made love? My heart sank as I leant against the wall watching my spunk float in the puddle of piss.
I peered through the gap again to see her leaning across his waist obviously sucking his cock! He was now the one with closed eyes. Anne’s head was bobbing up and down as he stroked her curly auburn hair and large breasts. Sadly the steering wheel obstructed my view but I could tell from their movements that they were really getting into it. His mouth suddenly hung open and he began gasping for air. Anne sensed that he was near his climax and suddenly popped his cock out of her mouth and smothered it with her bouncing breasts. She was laughing at him as his spunk shot out and onto her fabulous tits. She then milked every last drop into the warm crevice that she had formed by pressing her tits together around his hard on.
Still laughing as she flopped back into the passenger seat I could clearly see copious amounts of sticky white liquid dripping off her tits. My wife picked some tissues out of a box on the dashboard and began wiping his cum off her ample chest. When she was sure that it was all cleaned off she nonchalantly opened the window and threw the cum-stained tissues onto the ground.
When the man had regained his composure he leant over to kiss her again. Anne responded with a gentle kiss. He then whispered in her ear. Grinning she shook her head. I guessed that he wanted to fuck her. He persevered for a couple of minutes, playing with her sticky tits as he did so. She had to bite her lip when he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She eventually seemed to agree to something. He grinned as he reclined her seat.
My cock was throbbing again as she lay back and began to unbutton her trousers.
“Oh shit!” I was going to watch him fuck my wife.
Anne pulled her trousers down to her knees, showing him (and me) her tiny white knickers. He rested his head on her swollen breasts and began making circles across her pubic area with his hand. As he began licking her right nipple his hand disappeared between her legs making her squirm.
She reached behind her head to grasp the headrest with both hands and opened her legs as wide as her trousers would let her.
I watched silently as his fingers found their way inside her panties. Anne appeared to groan as his fingers found her pussy.
My hand was furiously rubbing my cock again as I watched my wife get fingered off a stranger. The speed of my own hand appeared to be in exact time with his administrations. Anne tried to lift her legs higher up as he moved his hand further between her willing legs. His fingers must have been deep inside her pussy because she was rocking her hips making her tits wobble as she gripped onto her seat as if her life depended on it! Seconds later I could see her panting then she let out a huge groan as she and I orgasmed together. My balls ached as a small amount of juice oozed out of my tip, slowly dripping onto the ground.
Anne grabbed the mans head and gave him a great big kiss.
It only took them a minute or two to get their breath back. Anne awkwardly put her bra and shirt back on in the tight confines of the car as he quickly zipped up his pants.
I shook my head in disbelief at what I had just witnessed, as I too packed away my sore cock. He quickly reversed the car and drove off. I walked down the concrete steps in a daze. I don’t know why but I needed to see the scene of my wife’s ‘crime’. I stepped over empty beer cans and rubble until I was standing on the spot that the car had been parked. My eyes went straight to the tissues that she had nonchalantly thrown away. I picked them up. They were soaked with his thick, lumpy spunk. I couldn’t stop myself – I put them to my nose and inhaled. I then folded them neatly and put them in my jacket pocket.
Feeling ready to vomit but also incredibly turned on; I then scanned the area. Lying scattered were more spunk stained tissues – 4 or 5 squashed bundles. My mind tried to make sense of the evidence. I hoped that this was where he brought other lovers, but the way Anne had behaved made me believe that they were all hers.
I wandered around for a few minutes and noticed that the door to the empty flat was partly open. I put my shoulder to it and forced it back another 6 or 7 inches. The stench was disgusting – piss, shit, vomit and God knows what else. Junkies or vagrants had probably used it. I didn’t care. I turned into the living room and noticed a chink of light coming through the boarded up window. I hesitantly eased the corner back. It was an unobstructed view of the exact space that my wife’s lover had parked his car, perhaps only 4 feet away from her passenger window. “No!” I told myself, “You can’t. No! You mustn’t.”
I secured the door and wandered off, unsure how I was going to handle this situation. My head was buzzing when I silently entered the bar of a local pub. I’d been in a few times before, but didn’t recognise any of the three people sitting around the pool table. I checked my pocket – ÂŁ3.62 (my life savings!) “Just enough for two cheap pints of strong lager.
The first pint went down without touching the sides. I sat in a window seat sipping the second as I contemplated how I was going to handle the situation. My wife was having an affair and I was devastated but had masturbated twice while watching her with her foreign lover. I was more than a little bit confused.
Anne was already at home when I opened the front door.
“Hi!” she called from the kitchen; “The kettle’s just boiled. Do you want a cup of tea?”
“Yes.” I grunted as I hung my jacket in the cupboard.
“Good day?” She asked as she handed me my mug.
“Sort of.” I muttered. She looked radiant. Her eyes were twinkling. I’d stopped noticing how beautiful she was.
“Did you see Johnny?” she asked as if she was the most innocent woman in the world.
“Hem…yes…no…I called but he wasn’t in.” It suddenly dawned on me what I had been doing when I’d spotted her. “Then I met Marty for a pint.” I lied. It was too late now; I’d missed my chance to confront her.
We spent the rest of the night like any other – watching crap TV. No wonder she had looked elsewhere for excitement. The tedium was only broken when my friend Craig rang inviting me to help him with some decorating work for the next few days.
I struggled to concentrate each afternoon, imagining my wife and her lover in his car. I finished work at 3 o’clock on the Friday. Instead of joining my pals in the pub I made an excuse and like a drug addict I found myself back at the flats. Much to my dismay and excitement there was another two bunches of discarded tissues lying in the same area. One set was still wet and warm. My cock stiffened as I realised that they had been there only minutes before. I pushed the flat door open and feverishly wanked as I sniffed her lovers’ spunk.
Like every other Friday night for the last 12 years I met up with my pals in the bar of our local pub. After a couple of pints I was beginning to relax when ‘he’ walked into the bar with a younger man, possibly his son. He looked over to the pool table that I was sitting next to and nodded ‘hello’ in my direction. I nearly shit myself. Fat Bob who was sitting next to waved back and shouted, “Hiya mate, how’s it going?”
“Who’s that?” I asked, as cool as possible.
“Who? Turkish Tony?” Bob replied as he lit a cigarette.
“Yeah. Where do you know him from?” I grunted.
“I’ve repaired his car and vans a couple of times. He’s got that sandwich shop in the precinct and does deliveries around the trading estates. Why?” Bob told me as he picked up his pool cue.
“No reason,” I lied, “I’ve just seen him around that’s all. He looks a right poseur”
Bob laughed out loud as he sank the blue ball into the top corner.
“He’s alright when you get to know him. He likes the ladies though! You should see his wife…. Fucking gorgeous, but he can’t keep it in his pants. You know young Gavin? I was told that Tony shagged his girlfriend on her Hen night!” The others all laughed and looked at ‘Turkish Tony’ with a newfound respect.
I tried to ignore him but couldn’t. My blood even began to boil when I saw them flirting with two young girls in mini-skirts. I felt it was like he was cheating on my wife.
There was no work the following week so I found myself hiding in the derelict flat at the same time on the Monday. I waited until 3 o’clock but they didn’t show. It was the same the following two days, but on the Thursday I arrived a little bit later to find that ‘they’ had already been as there were fresh spunk stained tissues discarded at the same point. My cock was aching as I sniffed them and put them in my pocket so that I could add them to the others hidden in my garage.
On the Friday morning Anne awoke as normal at 7am, I turned over and pretended to go back to sleep. After she’d been showered she returned to get dressed. Expecting me to be asleep she silently opened her knickers drawer and took out a very small pair of white panties. As she lifted her leg to put them on she glanced at my ‘sleeping’ body. Unknown to her I was peeping out of one eye, as I did most mornings. I loved watching her getting dressed – always had done. Perhaps that had been the beginning of my voyeuristic tendencies? She then took out a matching suspender belt and a pair of sheer tan stockings. She looked as gorgeous as the day I met her at school 20 years ago. We are both 36 now. Her slim frame really accentuates her round arse and heavy 34d breasts. I love watching her brush her shoulder length auburn hair. It’s a lot lighter now, her hairdresser sees to that, but when she flicks the fringe into place it always makes me think of the first day that I met her in the corridor at senior school. My cock was like iron. I knew that she must have been going to see him again today.
She continued dressing with a matching bra, a loose black (kilt-type) skirt and a nice white, low cut blouse. Finally combing her hair she smiled into the mirror and went downstairs for breakfast. I fumbled next to the bed for a sock and ‘cracked one out’. It was one of the most satisfying wanks that I’d ever had.
I entered my hiding hole in the flat at 2 p.m., carefully securing the door as before.
Ten minutes later I heard a car drive along the path. Slightly moving the metal shutter I spotted that it was his red car. My heart began thumping as my chest tightened. Just as I’d hoped they parked no more than three or four feet away from the window.
He immediately grabbed Anne’s breast as she looked over her shoulder to check for unwanted visitors. I could see him re-assuring her that there was no one about. She relaxed much quicker this time. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she instigated the first kiss. His hands were all over her lovely breasts as they French-kissed like teenagers. His deft fingers had her blouse unbuttoned in seconds. It looked like he was weighing them as he moved his hand from one tit to the other. As Anne buried her head into his shoulder she whispered something into his ear. His head sprung up and he grinned like a Cheshire Cat. He suddenly forgot about my wife’s luscious tits and lifted her skirt up so that he could see her stocking tops.
His face was a picture as I watched him carefully stroke her nylon-clad legs. I was staggered to see Anne take off her blouse and bra with absolutely no prompting. He hardly noticed as her stockings and suspenders fascinated him. My wife playfully slapped him on the head and fed her tit into his mouth when he looked up. He was like a ‘burglars’ dog in a butcher’s window’; he didn’t know what to go for first!
He was awkwardly trying to get his hand between her legs but she obviously wanted him to concentrate on her heaving tits. I moved an empty beer crate near to the window so that I could aid my vantage point. When I stepped onto it I had a much clearer picture of their antics. I desperately did not want to rub my cock too hard or fast but I couldn’t stop myself when Anne raised her left leg and rested her foot on his dashboard making her panty covered pussy available to him. Tony didn’t need telling twice his hand went straight inside her knickers as he sucked her tits. He looked as if he was being rough with her now as his wrist twisted and turned inside the little white pants. He was so worked up I think that he was even biting her nipples making Anne grimace as his fingers must have been deep inside her cunt.
“I’ve got to stop this!” I crazily thought as I approached an orgasm!
Just as I was about to stop and confront him I clearly heard my wife scream, “YES, YES TONY, YES, HARDER, HARDER TONY ……..YESSSSSsssssssss!” As an intense orgasm made her shake in his arms. I came all over my hand and jeans.
Tony gently kissed her on the lips as he withdrew his hand from her pants. As Anne lay back panting for air he waved three sticky fingers in front of her face then licked them like lollipops.
I gasped when I realised that he had had three fingers up her cunt!
Still licking his fingers clean he fumbled with his belt and jeans with the other hand. With a little bit of shifting position he sat against his door as if to say ‘my turn now’! From my viewpoint I could see that his cock put mine to shame. It looked huge (twice as long as my meagre offering) with an almost black plum shaped knob.
It took Anne a minute to get comfortable, but when she did her pear shaped arse, framed by her suspenders was pointing right at me. Because her legs were spread apart and her knickers were pulled to one side I could see that her cunt was actually dripping ‘love-juice’ onto her stockings as one of her knees was on her seat and the other in the foot well. My cock was still as stiff as before but I still felt sad that I’d never been able to turn her on as much as this. She nearly flung her face onto his dark cock. Slurping and sucking like a woman possessed my wife made Tony giggle with excitement.
I was rubbing as fast as I could a second time when I thought, “He can’t take much more of this.” At that moment Anne suddenly stopped sucking his cock and threw her head back. I stopped wanking. She excitedly told Tony something. He laughed then cradled her swaying tits as he passionately kissed her.
Anne shuffled back onto her seat as Turkish Tony reclined it for her. Both of them were smiling like teenagers as Anne lifted her legs in the air and pulled her knickers off then lay back on her flat seat. Her pussy glistened from between her nicely trimmed pubes.
My hand returned to my stiff cock as I watched Tony pull his trousers down to his ankles. Anne grabbed his wrist when he tried to get something out of the dashboard. She shook her head and smiled as she whispered something to him. He raised his eyebrows and moved towards her. I swear that she had told him she wanted to feel him cum inside her! My balls ached at the thought.
His cock looked even longer it swung viciously in front of him as he clambered on top oh my wife. It looked complicated but he had obviously done this before. As he positioned himself at her entrance with his hand Anne wrapped her stocking clad legs around his waist and rubbed her feet across his hairy arse and back.
“Oh God Tony!” I heard her groan through the closed window, “That’s so…so. Big!”
I stopped wanking and placed both of my hands against the wall so that I could get as a close a view as possible. “UGH! UGH!” She grunted as his hairy buttocks banged that big cock inside my wife.
“Ugh, oh…ooh…aaahhh…ugh!” Anne continued as he increased the speed of his fucking. Turkish Tony was licking and sucking her nipples so hard I thought that she was going to explode as she clung onto him for dear life. Her face was now contorted with pain as his cock knocked the wind out of her.
“Oh oh oh… Tony…faster, faster!” Anne groaned as Tony began licking her ear and whispering something to her.
“I can’t, ugh, ugh,” she panted, “no, no…YES, YES…. It is, it is…your cock is bigger…much, much bigger…oh ooh ugh, FUCK ME! FUCK ME TONY!” My wife screamed as her Turkish lover hammered his huge cock inside her sopping cunt. His face was now buried between her sweaty tits as he fucked her to the edge of orgasm.
“That’s it! THAT’S IT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, fill me full of your fucking spunk!” Anne screamed at the top of her voice as they both tensed up orgasmming at the same time. I had the strangest feeling myself and looked down to see that I had ‘spontaneously erupted’ too onto the window frame.
I looked back at my wife and her lover. They were holding each other in a tender embrace. He then looked at his watch and then disentangled himself from her. Anne lay still for a few moments then I lost count of the number of tissues she used to mop up the flood of sticky cum from her glowing pussy. She playfully pretended to wipe them on his face before she threw them out of her window as usual.
As he pulled his trousers up and moved back into the driver’s seat. Tony’s flaccid cock still looked longer and fatter than mine did.
I stood trembling in the darkness as they grinned and chatted while Anne hurriedly put her clothes back on. Tony couldn’t resist the urge for one last feel of her naked tits as she fastened her bra. Then after a quick kiss the car reversed away and I scurried out into the daylight to collect even more sodden tissues.

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My Ebony Girl

My story starts 10yrs ago when I married my Beautiful Ebony wife. I was 30 and my wife (kim) was 33yrs old with a 15yr old daughter. Mother like daughter, Kim has a big beautiful tits (38Ds) with a nice set of hips and a phat ass, Angel at the age of 15 already had her moms body, Big tits, hips and ass.
Angel and I always would flirt with each other…Mostly talking shit…But that changed after her mother and I got a divorce, a year and half ago. Now I’m 38yrs old and Angel is 21yrs old. I moved into a new house. Angel is in collage and still comes and visits me and stays here time to time. So back in may when she was going to be on summer break, she called me to ask if she could stay with me for the summer, I said ok…
For the first two weeks we hardly ever saw each other becuz of my work as a truck driver. The first night I was home, Angel and I had a dinner she had cooked, then went to the family room to watch some t.v. and catch up. About two hrs later I got up to take a shower and went to my room and into the shower, when I got out Angel stuck her head in the door to tell me she was about to shower to and wanted to watch a movie she had got with me…
About twenty minutes later I heard her coming down the steps…then saw her come into the room, that all most made me cum too. She was waering one of my t-shirts with out a bra (nipples hard as rock) and no shorts (could see bottom of her ass) she sat down on the couch next to me asking if it was ok…stumpling to say anything and take my eyes of her carmel colored thigh I just nodded my head yes, then she got up to put in the dvd, she bent over and I could see she had on a thong (red) and thats when I started to grow hard…real hard in my gym shorts…when she turned aroud I noticed her looking at the tent I had and couldn’t hide fast enough…when she sat back down she was even closer to me then before!!!
About thirty minutes into the movie I felt her hand on my inner thigh rubing it, then she told me she hadn’t had dick in six months and she was so horny and moved her hand up to my swollin dicktelling me she had to get some dick…then she grabbed my dick and sarted to strok it thruogh my shorts..then we kissed, her lips were so soft and juiceyI couldn’t stop her, one we broke the kissI stood up in front of her and pulled my shorts down, she then started to stroke my cock that was already hard as steel telling me she couldn’t beleave how big and fat it was. I’m blessede with a 9″x6′ cock…she then started to lick the tip of the head, then while still stroking it she took the head between her lips I couldn’t help but moan then…She then started to suck about six inches into her moth and cuped my ballsin her soft hands She started to pick up the rythem and taking me deeper into her throut now gagging so I grabed her by the head and held her still with most of my dick in her mouth…After about 10min I knew it wouldn’t be long so I grabed her up into my arms and took her up to my room, once there I took off her thong and my shirt and started to lick and suck on her Big brown nipples, one then the other, then worked my way down to her soft spot, first rubbing her clit, then i started to kiss, lick and suck that young pink juicey pussy. spreeding her lips and suck that clit while licking her brown lips she started to moan that she was about to cum arching her back and pushing my head deeper into her she let out a low squile and screamed she was cuming, but she didn’t need to tell me so, because I could taste her juices as they flooded my mouth once her orgasm stoped I worked my way back to kiss her and told her I had to fuck her tight lil pussy, she then rolled me over and straddled me grabbing my hard cock as she strated to take me inside of her. because she was so wet she took about 5inches right in causing me to let out a moan as she did the same telling me she didn’t think she could take it all, but after rocking up and down a few times she had it all in side of her, as she bounced up and down I grabed her tits and played with her nipples witch she told me she was about to cum again so I strated to thrust up deeper into her and that was all it took for her to cum again…Her pussy grabbed tight around me as she strated to scream she was cumming, I could feel her juices run down over my balls…then I rolled her onto her side and started to slam in and out of her squeesing her tits she then told me that it hurt but not to stop fucking her so I slamed it in her even harder and faster then to my surprize she started to squirt all over my bed screaming Not able to hold on any longer I pulled out and shot my load all over her pussy and ass…she then told me to put it back in and keep fucking her so I told her to get on her knees and started to fuck her doggystyle. As I was fucking her from behind I watched her ass do the wave and she told me to spank that ass telling me she was my dirty bad lil girl so I slaped that ass and started fucking her as hard and deep as I could, she started to rub her pussy and once again cumming all over me and the bed, Thats when I started to finger her ass, I wanted to fuck her phat ass…but before I could she turned around and started to suck my dick telling my she wanted to taste me..and with in a few mins. I was cumming down her throut as she swallowed it all!!! then she pulled me out of her mouth and told me next time I want you in my ass DADDY….then she got up and went into the shower as all I could do is fall out onto the bed…
There is more to come!!! let me know what you think…remember this is my first story….sorry about any spelling eras

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The Craving – Part 2

The following story is entirely true and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

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Tit Slave

My wife and I have had a good sex life over the years. But sex can become mundane and every so often you have try new ways and ideas. My wife is in her forties and has a 42-32-40 figure and in good shape. But we needed something new to spice up our love life.
I decided to work on her biggest asset, her huge tits. She has incredible large (DD) tits and loves to have them played with and sucked. I started her off with nipple suckers (all types), chains with weights and eventually a breast pump. She has gone from a 42 DD bust to a 46 E with two inch nipples that when not aroused are at least one inch long. Also, her nipple diameter has increased to three quarters of an inch.
The nipple suckers, weights and breast pump have done their jobs. When we first started she would cum very quickly when trying these new toys. But now she needs new experiences to keep her pussy cumming.
So we tried going out in public and slowly got her to show them off. I convinced her to go for rides along the river with just a t-shirt, blazer and dungarees on. Eventually she would get bolder and show them off.
I even had her riding around at night along the river with either her chains and weights on or a pair of small snake bite suction cups that just cover her big nipples. This would drive her wild and make her cum over and over.
The next step was to have her wear the t-shirt outfit and stop at an intersection and ask a guy for directions. She couldn’t stop cumming after the first time. She asked the guy for directions and all he could do was stare at her big tits. Her nipples would start to grow and the guy, I bet, was cumming in his pants.
One night we even asked a woman at an intersection for directions and she couldn’t stop staring at my wife and this really got my wife off that night. She even let two guys go with us to show the way and got out with them and let them feel her up and eventually suck her off. She did not let them play with her pussy or screw her because she still was scared to go that far.
This past summer on a hot night, we went out again and this time she let a woman show us the way and we parked and the woman sucked her off for a good hour before she finished.
When we got home, my wife was horny and wanted to be fucked. We use a condom because she is still afraid she’ll get pregnant and couldn’t wait. Just as we were starting to head to the bed room our door bell rang. It was the next door neighbor. It was about 1 AM and this surprised us and I went to the door and let them in. They wanted to borrow our VCR camera to take to a family outing the next day.
I let them in and my wife gave up thinking I was going to screw her tonight and it seemed that the neighbors wanted to talk. She invited them into the kitchen for coffee and kept her blazer closed so her tits and nipples weren’t sticking out.
I got the camera and we sat down to drink our coffee. When I asked for some milk, the neighbor volunteered to get up and get it out of the refrigerator. When he came back he poured some into my cup but when he started to pour it into my wife’s cup he missed and got it all over her blazer and also on her t-shirt. My wife jumped up and the neighbor started to rub the milk off of her but it really looked like he was feeling up her tits. My wife resisted momentarily but then started to let him feel her up. To my surprise, his wife didn’t say a thing but just watched him slowly feel up my wife’s tits through the blazer,
My wife was really enjoying this and so was my neighbor’s wife. I also was getting a hard on just watching my wife get a good feel. What happen next totally amazed me when he told her to unbutton her blazer. She didn’t hesitate and unbuttoned which made her confined tits burst out. Her nipples were fully out, all two inches, and wanting more. The wife just said “Damn, those are big fucking white tits and nipples.” This made my wife squirm and thrust her tits out even more.
What really got my wife going was probably that she was being felt up by a black man. She never tried to show off her tits to a black man or woman but I knew this really turned her on. Next he told her to push her fucking big tits out and keep them out. She did without hesitating. He then told my wife to look at his wife and let her feel up her tits and nipples. She shuddered when the neighbor’s wife black hands started to feel her and pinch her nipples. She was cumming but they weren’t through with her yet.
He told her to take off the blazer and pull up the t-shirt. She did and now both of them had their hands all over her massive tits. They pinched and pulled her nipples until she let out a cry. “Shut up bitch,” he said to her and she immediately stopped. “My wife is going to suck your big white nipples and I want you to feed her your nipple and tit,” he ordered. My wife thrust her tit and nipple as far as she could into the black womans mouth.
“Bitch, look at my cock,” he told her and as my wife did she could see his cock getting bigger and bigger as the wife sucked hard on her nipple. “You want more?” he asked my wife and she said yes. “What did you say?” he asked her. “Yes please, suck me more,” she replied.
He then pulled up her free tit and started to nurse off of her nipple. Slowly he pulled more and more of her tit into his mouth. My wife is big and he sucked in a lot of tit and nipple. I was surprised at how much he could get into his mouth. Now the wife started to order my wife by telling her to watch him suck her like she was nursing him like a baby. My wife was now following his rhythm and giving him all she had as if he was milking her.
“Take his cock out and jerk him off, bitch,” she told her. My wife unzipped him and pulled out his big cock. “You want him don’t you bitch,” she said. My wife started to shake her head no and he just sucked her harder..
“The bitch isn’t cooperating honey. We’ll have to break her,” she said. Now his wife sucked my wife’s other tit into her mouth and they both sucked as hard as they could and it looked like they were trying to get milk out of her.
“You want to let us milk you, right bitch,” he said. My wife shook her head yes. “Well then do as we say and you will get your wish,” he said. Now they both quit sucking and mashed my wife’s nipples over and over until she almost passed out. “Now bitch, do as we say.” My wife nodded yes.
He told us to follow them to their house and both of them led my wife out the door by holding her nipples. He still had his black cock out but didn’t even try to put it into his pants. “Come on bitch, lets go,” he said to my wife. Take the camera also he told me to follow.
We walked out the door in plain site to all and crossed the street with him and his wife pulling my wife’s nipples and his cock hanging out. We went into their house and they took my wife down the stairs to their basement with me filming all of this. He told me to watch how they were going to get my wife to do anything and everything they want.

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Kaylee and the Black men

TRUE STORY…NOT WRITTEN BY ME BUT BY A FRIEND OF MINE KAYLEE SO PLEASE LEAVE HER A COMMENT BEING THAT SHE IS A FIRST TIME SUBMITTER grammar might suck but dont think of that

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Tit Slave 4

The tit master pulled his cock out of my wife’s mouth and with his finger wiped up the overflow on my wife’s cheek and mouth and made her suck it off his finger. She was completely satisfied and eagerly did what her black tit master wanted.
The wife took the black baby from my wife’s left tit and lifted the baby up to her face and my wife gave her black baby boy a kiss for helping milk her bursting tits. She could taste her milk on the baby’s mouth and she liked the taste. The black wife took the baby upstairs so it could go to sleep after getting a good feeding from its mother’s milk filled tit.
Her new black lover (almost twice her age) slowly pulled his still aroused cock slowly out of her pussy. As it finally came out, a loud ‘Pop’ could be heard as the head freed itself from her stretched and ravaged pussy. He bend down and gave her lover’s a kiss for about a minute. Tongue to tongue and he swirled it around her mouth so he could even taste the black tit master’s cum in her mouth. He then put both of his hands on her tits and slowly felt them up. My wife squealed and moaned but liked it. He then grabbed each nipple and pulled hard on them making her lift up and amazingly two large streams of milk shot up about seven inches toward his open waiting mouth. He caught as much as he could and said, “Damn, sweet white bitch milk.” She was still loaded with tit milk and was no way near being drained.
“Well bitch, ready to have these drained completely?” her black lover said. She just looked at him and shook her head yes. “Get up my white tit bitch and let your old lover milk you dry.”
He and the black tit master led her over to a padded black leather V hanging from the ceiling and strapped her arms up onto the V. They then pulled a leather-padded stool over for her to sit on and spread her legs open as wide as possible.
They both started feeling up her milk filled tits till the tit master’s wife came back down stairs. The older black man told her to get the plastic bra on the couch. She went over and brought back a molded clear plastic bra with velcro straps. It was too huge looking for her tits. It was four times the normal size and where the tits went in, rubber was around the openings. My wife’s eyes were as big as silver dollars when they started to place her tits into the rubber openings. What were they going to do, she wondered. They finally fitted her and amazingly her tits supported the plastic bra alone. They finished velcroing her up and brought over another clear plastic container. This one they put around her pussy and velcro strapped into place. My wife was getting nervous and was trying to squirm out of each containers hold but to no avail.
“Now my tit slave lets see how much milk you have.” The older man said. The tit master went over to his refrigerator and took out two glass cylinders, which held two of the largest leeches I have ever seen. But how could these leeches drain all of my wife’s tit milk?
Each cup of the plastic bra had an opening on the top of it. The cups were way too big and the edges were a good four or five inches away from her nipples. The old black man took one cylinder and slowly poured the cold water and leech into the opening. The black tit master did the same to the other side. With the water added, the level of the water came to just above the nipple. With the cold water touching her tender nipples now, my wife squirmed and moaned and her nipples shot out another hot stream of her milk. The leeches now attacked her nipples. They attached to each nipple and started sucking her nipple meat into their suckers. My wife screamed and struggled to get away from them but really wanted her leeches to milk her. Slowly they began to swell sucking out my wife’s milk and slowly she started to arch her back and letting them have their way with her exposed nipples.
The old man now opened a hole in the bottom of each plastic bra cup and let the water drain out onto her belly. The more the leeches sucked the more my wife enjoyed it. It was constant and steady sucking. The leeches held on even when my wife thrust her tits out and gave out a strong stream of tit milk. It nearly made the leeches let go but they continued sucking and sucking and moving up her nipples till they almost devour the length of the nipples. After a few minutes my wife started to show her black lovers that she could take the leeches and could out last their feeding off of her milk tits.
The old black man was ready for this. “Good, now your ready for your real milking.” he said. He went over and picked up a black sack. When he did, the sack’s contents started moving around and my wife just stared at it. He pulled out a 12-inch long black snake! He showed it to my wife and even opened the snake’s mouth to show her its tongue. The mouth opening had to be at least two-inches in diameter and no teeth. He then had the tit master pull out another black snake, which looked identical to the first. My wife started to violently struggle with her restraints. But they held her fast and she was hopelessly strapped in. The tit master’s wife turned on some overhead lights and the old man said that his babies needed the warmth of the lights on her tits to properly milk her dry. He told her that they were specially fed milk and did not eat or drink anything else. They were really hungry and thirsty for milk and the heat would make them even more so.
They now both pushed the milk hungry snakes into the openings on top of the plastic bra and slowly let them crawl in for dinner; her milk! The snakes saw the leeches and slowly slithered up to them. Just then my wife let out a huge stream of milk from both tits and nearly blew off the leeches but not quite. In one swift motion they both attacked the leeches and slowly swallowed their way up till they consumed all of each leech. My wife was frantic and now really tried to get loose from her straps. But the more she moved the more her “milkers” moved up to her nipples. Finally, you could see they consumed the leeches and had her nipples. They started to feed off her milk and the more they sucked her the more she struggled. Again, she shot out two hot streams of milk and to everyone’s surprise the snakes couldn’t hold on. They recovered quickly and now with the leeches out of the way sucked in the nipples and tits and held on tight. My wife squirted over and over and hard.
After about three minutes of this forced milking, my wife was starting to enjoy her snake milkers relieving her of her hot milk. It was dripping out the sides of their mouths but they held on and were going to milk my wife dry. You could see their bodies filling up with my wife’s milk and they wanted as much as they could get. Once again my wife shot a hot stream of milk that almost this time pushed them off. But they had a good hold of her. The old man asked my wife how the snakes were doing. She was now panting and mumbled that the snake’s tongues were wrapped around her nipples and were squeezing them when they wanted more of her milk.
The old man and the tit master now started to remove the plastic bra and straps around my wife’s milking tits. When they pulled it off, the tits were swollen and her veins were visible with all the pressure the snakes had on her with their milking. My wife started taking deep breaths and the snakes held tight with the expansion of my wife’s chest but were not going to let go of their feeding tits.
They didn’t take off the plastic box attached to her pussy. The old man bent over towards my wife and gave her another long wet kiss and said; “Now you will find out why I call my black cock a snake.”
He picked up another black bag and again it moved. He came over to the pussy box and opened up a small door on the top. He reached into the bag and pulled out a white mouse. “A nice white mouse for your nice white pussy” he said. Quickly he dropped the mouse into the plastic box and my wife screamed. She was deadly afraid of mice and with one in her pussy box with only her pussy as an escape route she went wild. I thought she would pass out! The tit snakes got three long hot streams of milk but held on and suck all of her milk she shot out. The mouse settled down and twice went up to her pussy but ran back to the other side. The old man now got another bag and pulled out a 14-inch black snake, which was about 3 inches in diameter. “Now you get the real black snake,” he said.
He lowered the snake head first into the box and again my wife let out a scream and struggled frantically. Her tits let out stream after stream of hot milk and again her milk snakes held on. The snake and mouse saw each other and the mouse started to run away towards my wife’s pussy. When the snake was completely in the box, it started to slither towards the mouse. The mouse went for its only way out; my wife’s pussy. When he touched her pussy she let out a scream and her pussy started opening up. The mouse then started to enter her pussy and her pussy swallowed the mouse up till all you could see was its tail sticking out of her pussy. The snake saw where the mouse went and started slithering towards its prey. My wife kept screaming and when the snake’s tongue tried to grab the mouse’s tail, the mouse’s tail even disappeared inside my wife’s pussy. The snake wasn’t going to be denied it prey. It slowly nuzzled my wife’s pussy lips with its nose
The snake finally must have swallowed the mouse and laid still for a few moments. My wife’s pussy was cumming over and over at this point. She had her pussy ravished by the snake and her tits milked like never before by the snake milkers. Now she was just enjoying the ride like never before and after the shock of the snakes and mouse satisfying her sexual needs.
But the snake in her pussy wasn’t done. Her pussy was wet and warm and maybe the snake liked being in her pussy. So he slowly started to move in further and further into her open pussy. Her pussy hole was wide open and he could do what he wanted. Amazingly she took all 14-inches of this snake into her pussy. The rough snake skin moving inside her sensitive pussy gave her orgasm after orgasm, the likes she never will have again. Finally, he was completely inside and you could hear the pop when her pussy lips closed up taking all 14-inches inside her warm pussy. The snake had her. Her tit milk slowed down but the milker snakes kept up their sucking and still got milk out of her.
The tit master and old man now removed the plastic pussy box and released her from strapped in position. They stood her up and the tit milkers still hung on milking her yet. They both now started kissing my wife who kissed them back passionately. She wanted to thank them for this hard but wonderful fucking and milking. She even kissed the black woman hard and long.
You could see her belly popped out where the snake was resting inside her pussy and slowly moving giving her another orgasm. She was now dripping from her pussy with her pussy juices and old black mans cum dripping out.
The old man said that she had enough for now but my wife protested. He said no and she reluctantly agreed. The tit master and wife grabbed onto the swollen milker snakes and slowly pulled on them. The snakes did not want to release their hold and they held on. The old man started to rub my wife’s belly hard, which started the pussy snake to move down towards her pussy lips.
Again my wife was cumming over and over and when the pussy snake’s head popped out, she shuddered in another orgasm. The snake was about 12 inches out of her when the milk snakes let go of her nipples and tits with a loud pop. Just then the pussy snake finally was completely out with a loud plop.
Exhausted, my wife lay down on the couch and rubbed her tits which were finally empty. She then started to rub her pussy and felt her cum juice and the old black man’s nigger seed still seeping out. The tit master’s wife came over to her and felt her belly and said she was knocked up by the old black man and finished off with a snake nailing her. She also told her she had the old black man, leeches, her husband and her and the baby to milk her now every day. In 9 months there will be another mouth to feed and another “surprise” after she has her second black nigger baby.
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Confessions of a Guidance Counselor

assisting them with funding applications and what major to select. Wendy dresses in elegant business clothes and lives in a conservative neighborhood. Her husband is away from home a lot due to work and when he is home he only fucks her until he comes then rolls over to sleep leaving her sexually frustrated.

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The Truth About Nikki – pt10

The Truth About Nikki – pt10 – ever changing lives
Note: Again, I have changed the names of the men that I dated from the time that I moved to Seattle and thereafter. These diary posts are intended to tell my story, not to embarrass the men whom I have spent time with over the years.
The next morning around 8 am I retrieved my son from the neighbors house, took him home for his favorite breakfast before filling the tub for his morning bath. After washing all of his dirty spots I left him to play while I went to unpack my overnight bag and repack it with clean panties etc. As soon as I unzipped the side pocket I saw the wad of cash, which I had already forgotten about. It stunned me at the amount that Stu had given me. I figured that it was either a 100% tip or a mistake on his part. I folded the agreed upon amount and put it in my wallet and stored the remainder in case he called saying that he had made a mistake. In only two nights out I had made enough money to pay all of our bills for two months with a bit left over and if Stu didn’t call about the other cash then I was set for three months. That settled any cash flow problems that I may encounter.
My boy finished his bath and I helped dry him off and dress then popped a cartoon movie in for him to watch. I had planned on a day at the beach but it was pouring down rain so it was going to be an inside day today for us. Now that my only TV was filled with cartoons, I decided to call my few friends and say hi.
I called my old roommate Anna first and after chatting for just a minute or so, she told me that not only was she pregnant by Michael but that they were getting married and wanted me to be her maid of honor at their wedding. I was terribly happy for them and decided to take that entire week to be down in Portland to help her out because I would be finished with school by that time anyway. We spent at least another hour talking about arrangements and such. After the wedding She and Michael would be moving to Denver as he had now graduated from college in Portland and had been recruited right away. Besides as she noted, there would be little chance of running into one of our old customers in Denver. As we hung up It hit me that I was fucking myself up right here in Seattle by getting back into the business, what if I got a job offer right here local when I graduated in another year or so. Which brought the question to mind of how many hospitals or laboratories would hire a prostitute, if it became known. What if one of my clients worked in that hospital or lab, wouldn’t that cause a mess.
I sat and began to re-evaluate my decision to “work” part time. On one hand, I was unwilling to become celibate again, yet on the other side of the card I didn’t want to destroy my reputation before I could even establish one. It seemed like I was in a catch 22 situation. I sure didn’t want to try picking up guys on the fly at clubs and bars, which was playing Russian roulette as far as I was concerned. The men I had been dating for the last few years had all been vouched for as being clean and disease free. Men in the bars were an unknown, one that I couldn’t risk.
I decided that I really needed some fatherly advice so I picked up the phone and called Kevin. Hearing his voice calmed me but I still almost broke down when I explained my situation and thoughts. After I was through venting my woes on his shoulder he calmly explained to me that he would fix it, he didn’t know how right at this moment but not to worry my pretty little head about it. My fears now put away because my black daddy was now in control again, I moved on and began to talk about other things. Soon we worked around to whom I had dated if anyone and I told him in brief terms about my 2 dates so far. Kevin’s voice was very soothing to me and when he asked me to go over me dates in minute detail I didn’t hesitate to tell him every thing that had happened during both dates. When I had finished he said that he wished that I were there with him because at that moment he had grown a huge fucking hard on, which now needed tending to. Every tiny detail of his superb cock flashed back into my head, I could almost feel the heat and smell it’s musk. Of all the men that I had ever bedded, Kevin had by far the most magnificent cock that I had ever seen or felt between my legs. I told him that I was getting wet just visualizing his beautiful cock in my hands again and he told me that he was sitting in his office stroking his cock thinking of my white pussy stretched around his cock too. I began telling him how much I missed his touch and the feel of his cock within me and he said that he missed me terribly too, that I had been his favorite slut of all times. I had of course heard of phone sex before but had never thought that I could get into it, but I was now so wet that I peeked in at my son to make sure he was ok, then slipped into my bedroom so I could finger my pussy while listening to Kevin’s strong voice. I described just how I would suck his beautiful cock and was rewarded by hearing his voice change even before he grunted and came. His voice seemed to boom in my ears as he told me that he wanted to fill my hot nasty cunt with his seed instead of shooting it in his trash can like he had just done. I couldn’t take it any more and came too, with the visual of his thick hot sperm spraying from his huge black cock. When I told him that I wanted him to fuck me too, he said that he just might have to make a little trip up north. As soon as he said it, my hunger for him multiplied and I almost begged him to fly up and stay with me. I had just fucked 4 men the night before but the thought of having Kevin between my legs again made my entire body ache with lust. There was a minute of silence on the line before Kevin asked what my schedule was like for the up-coming week. After I had given him my entire class schedule for the week he signed off and said that he would get back to me. I punched the end button on the phone and stood to head back into the living room only to find that I was trembling from head to toe. Kevin’s sexuality had been such a part of my life for these last few years that I felt like a schoolgirl just because of the possibility that he might come to me.
I returned to the kitchen and made lunch for my son and I and we sat down at the table just as the Disney cartoon quit and ejected from the VCR. After lunch we played games for a while then took a walk between rain showers before dinner. At about 8pm I put my boy into his jammies and tucked him in to bed. Not thirty seconds after I had closed his door, the phone rang. It was Kevin; my heart jumped hearing his voice, hoping that he was going to tell me of his plans to visit me. Instead he asked where he could park his car as it seemed like all the slots had apartment numbers on them. I ran to the window and looked down, there was a car in the middle of the lot motionless, and it had to be him. I told him where the visitor parking was and watched as he pulled into an empty slot. I ran from the apartment, down the stairs and rushed to his arms. Our embrace almost became X rated right then and there as I kissed him deeply he shoved his hand down the back of my sweat pants pushing them off my hips and grabbed my ass firmly. As our mouths parted he smiled and said that he had decide not to wait to come up and service me before I went out and fucked some other nigger boy. I couldn’t contain myself and almost drug him up the stairs and to my apartment and into my bedroom. Kevin had let me lead him to the bedroom but now he took total control. He sat on the foot of my bed and told me to stand before him and strip like the little cock whore that he knew I was.
I stood before him, my hands trembling with anticipation, what I wanted to do was to tear his clothes off and fuck him silly but he was in charge. So I began by slowly pulling my sweatshirt over my head and tossing it aside before releasing the clasp of my bra and letting it slip from my shoulders to the floor. At this point Kevin motioned for me to come closer and as I did he cupped my breast with one hand and slipped his other hand between my legs, resting his thumb on the mound of my pussy. He began to kneed my breast and roll his thumb back and forth over my breast and pussy before asking me if I was still his cock hungry little slut. My heart felt like it was going to explode but I assured him that I would always be his little slut, whenever he wanted me. He smiled and said that he knew I was horny for some fine black meat because my nipples were diamond hard and my cunt was already swollen and wet. With that he removed his hands and leaned back on the bed before telling me to turn around and pull the rest of my shit off so he could see my nasty little fucking ass. I could feel the juices leaking from my pussy hole and my belly had already began knotting up, and he had barely touched me yet, but I did what I was told and turned away from him, slid my panties and sweats down and stepped out of them. Kevin let out a low growl and said that my hot little ass looked even better than the last time he had seen it. He then sat up and told me to take his shirt off like a good little bitch, my shaking fingers fumbled with the buttons but I finally slid his shirt over his broad shoulders and off. Kevin was in his fifties but he still had strong muscles covering his chest and I rubbed my fingers over it feeling his thick chest hair while looking into his twinkling brown eyes. He had saved the best for last and finally told me to remove his trousers. His huge cock was stretching the fabric of his pants and as I rubbed my hand against it while grasping his zipper he again released a low guttural growl. He lifted his hips and I slid his trousers off revealing my prize, his massively thick 9-inch cock, just as I remembered it. Kevin quit giving orders now; he looked at me, straight into my soul and asked me if still I wanted his big nigger cock in my nasty white pussy. Just hearing him say it almost made me cum but I answered him by gently grasping his fat cock and lifting it ‘s drooling cock head to my mouth. He knew what was going to happen next, so he just leaned back again and watched me as I used my tongue and gently licked up the thick clear pre-cum that was flowing from the wide slit in his cock. His cream somehow tasted better than any of the men that I had just serviced and I savored its musk and salty tang. His massively thick cock pulsed in my hands as I engulfed his entire cock head in my mouth and began rolling my tongue around it and under it’s foreskin. I could still taste the left over sperm from his earlier ejaculation into the wastebasket and felt a wave of heat flush through me because of it. I could take no more; I desperately needed his cock to split my dripping pussy wide open. I released his cock from my grasp and stood up between his legs, he knew me so well that without speaking he slid up on the bed allowing me to move in beside him. His hands pulled us together and we kissed as he rolled smoothly between my legs, his cock gently rubbing over my aching mound. Even before our kiss was broken my hand was guiding his blackness into my dripping pussy. As he rocked his hips forward, driving just the first few inches of his manhood into me, I could feel an orgasm urgently building within me. My hands went instinctively to his hips and as it broke over me I gripped his ass and drifted into heaven. Kevin held his place until I began to recover before driving even more of his huge cock into my very center. As he drove himself deeper into me with each stroke he moaned and said that he loved fucking a black cock loving slut like me. He said that there was nothing better than fucking a slut who loved cock. At that very moment he was absolutely correct in every respect, all I wanted to do was to service him with my entire being. It had been so long since Kevin’s massive cock had been inside me that every time he pressed himself deeper within the folds of my womb it felt as if it was going to split me open. Kevin was a master with his cock, he would slowly press his tool into me then stroke his cock back and forth a few times allowing me to become comfortable with his girth before again forcing his cock even deeper. His hips fell into such a perfect, slow rhythm of fucking, stretching, fucking, stretching, that I came hard again on his cock before he even pressed his manhood fully into my willing womb. This time he didn’t stop fucking me while I came, he drove himself deeper and deeper within me with each of my spasms until I felt his huge tight ball sack press tightly against my ass. As I began to recover I felt the wonderful feeling of being completely filled with man cock moving back and forth within me, the firm muscles of his back flexing as he drove into me and withdrew, and his slow breath on my cheek with each thrust of his cock into my pussy. I opened my eyes and looked into his dark brown twinkling eyes and told him that I had missed being his personal slut so much, that I loved spending time with him more than anyone else in the world. He kissed me, told me that I was his favorite piece of ass, and that he truly missed having my tight cunt handy to milk his cock every day or so too.
I ran my hands down his back, he had given me two wonderful orgasms already and he hadn’t even started to sweat yet, I decided to change all that. I tightened my grip a bit on his flexing as muscles and asked him in more of a begging tone to fuck me hard with his big cock. He chuckled in my ear and whispered back that he was going to fuck the white off my nasty little ass and with that he began to fuck my hole with long, full strokes, smacking his balls hard against me. It felt incredible to be speared like this, as he would pull from me it felt as if his huge cock was sucking my guts out only to be jammed back up my hole into my belly. It took only a few short minutes before I knew that I was going to cum again, but Kevin could read me like a book, so before I could even tell, he whispered in my ear “cum on my cock Nikki, milk that fucking cock with that cunt”. I came so hard, lost for long moments in my special world. As I became aware of being beneath him again, He was chuckling in my other ear and saying that he missed the way my cunt sucked his cock every time I came.
I could feel sweat pooling between us, smell it’s scent, mixed now with the pungent musk of our mingling sex, it smelled perfect to me, everything in my life was perfect at this moment and I told Kevin so. We kissed again and he said that he felt the same way too. I had finally made him sweat which pleased me, his breathing becoming a bit raspy and his fucking a bit harder and faster. I loved cuming on his magnificent cock but I now felt the overwhelming need to feel his black baby seed flood my womb, filling every fold and crevice with his being. I whispered this message into his ear and tugged at his hips, beckoning him to slam that huge cock into my depths. Kevin and I locked eyes for a few seconds as he began to slam his cock into me with ever increasing power, the low squishing sound of our fucking soon became a load wet smacking sound as his cock and balls slammed into me, bouncing my hips down into the mattress with every stroke. His raspy voice in my ear told me to cum on his fucking nigger cock, almost as if on command I was overwhelmed by another huge gut wrenching orgasm, slamming me like huge breakers pounding against ocean rocks. I became aware that I was gasping for breath, clutching this man to me and feeling yet another orgasm rolling up my spine like thunder. As this climax hit me, my last conscious memory was of my sweet Kevin grunting, “breed my little bitch, breed for me”. I opened my eyes as the waves of ecstasy subsided Just as my lover, mentor, friend, and yes pimp, groaned deep down within his chest and bucked into me. His huge cock pulsing with each inward thrust, his huge spurts of semen gushed into me, filling my hole within seconds and forced it’s way around Kevin’s cock and ran from me like a river.
I had forgotten the incredible reality of being fucked by this man, his cock was so thick that I couldn’t help but feel the pulse of his cock as every spurt of his hot sperm filled me. I had only had a handful of men between my legs who had girth to allow me to feel this finality of a mans satisfaction. I lay there now, holding him to me, feeling the last pulses of his cock within me, his hot raspy breath against my breast, and thought about his last words to me. I had volunteered to carry his child once after he had uttered those words to me during our lovemaking only to be strongly rebuked. Yet now, I lay here, holding him to me, wishing that the seed filling me were even now attacking fertile eggs within my womb. I loved this man in some strange way, he could be a hard man, but could also be completely gentle and loving too. I knew the reality of this situation, that in his eyes, I was a whore, a commodity to be sold for profit, and there was nothing that I could ever do throughout the rest of my life that could ever change that perception of me. But I still couldn’t get that thought out of my head as he finally slid his flaccid cock from me and rolled to his back beside me.
I shivered as the air struck my sweat covered body and I rolled to my side resting my head on Kevin’s hairy chest and watched his cum coated cock as it rested there upon his belly, sperm still dribbling from it’s massive head, forming drools of stringy white forming a small puddle on his belly and flowing into his navel. Its beauty beckoned me, I had to touch it, so I slid my right hand to it and ran a single finger from its base to it’s tip, watching it twitch as I did. Kevin let out a small moan and said that it felt so good. I began running my index finger up and down his thick shaft occasionally rolling it around that massive black cock head. I was surprised to see it begin to thicken within just a few minutes of this treatment and was just about to replace my finger with my tongue when again Kevin beat me to the punch by telling me to quit playing with it and suck it.
I slid down his hairy chest and positioned myself between his legs, looking up and into his eyes as I licked the bottom of his twitching cock from its base to its head, rolling my tongue all over that big round cock head until it was free of any speck of his heady sperm. As my tongue ran over the oversized cum hole of his cock his eyelids fluttered and he squirmed and moaned. I knew that his cum hole and the deep slit on the bottom of his cock head were very sensitive so I grabbed his cock with both hands and lifted his heavy cock straight up and drove my tongue deep into that black crevasse. The results were instant as I began to wiggle my tongue around inside his hole, his cock thumped in my grasp and he moaned deeply. His big strong hand caressed my cheek as he told me that I was a natural born cocksucker, that some girls could learn to be good, but that sluts like me were just born with the gene. I answered his remarks by running my tongue up the deep cleft on the underside of his cock head and driving my tongue deeply into his cum hole again, bring more thumps from his massive cock and a deep guttural moan from his lips. I ran my tongue all the way down his bottom of his cock and then down his hanging ball sack making it twitch and begin to pull up a bit. Kevin was uttering his approval of every lick and kiss that I placed on his rapidly hardening cock. I had watched this mans cock harden many times but it always amazed me at the hardness that Kevin’s cock achieved. It became rigid, stiff as a 2×4, my hands that wrapped not quite all the way around him could plainly feel the steady thump, thump, thump, of his heartbeat. A few more long licks around his cock head and ball sack completed his transformation. His cock stood almost straight out from his belly, his balls were now pulled tightly up against the base his beautiful cock, and a small bead of precum was filling his cum hole before overflowing and running down the cleft of his cock head.
Without asking what he wanted, I slid up over his belly and sat upon his cock, driving it fully into my cum filled and already stretched pussy, making us both moan in satisfaction. He felt totally wonderful inside me again, I put my hands on his chest and began to rock forward then back on his thick cock. I could feel the heat of his cock warming my pussy to the boiling point even after only a few minutes of my gyrating. Kevin lay below me, watching me service him and telling me how good it felt to have his cock in my hole again. He laid there for maybe 10 minutes or so, hands clasped behind his head, just watching, and saying fuck that cock girl, milk that black meat, and numerous other things. I had almost fucked myself to climax when Kevin suddenly gripped my ass with both hands and began to pound my hips and pussy against his belly. It pushed me over the edge into a wild orgasm on his massive cock. As my climax subsided Kevin patted me on the ass and told me to slid my slut hole off his cock and get on my knees.
From experience I knew what was coming and how Kevin liked it so I put a pillow under each of my knees and lowered my head to the mattress. In this position Kevin could kneel upright behind me and drive his cock as deeply into my upturned pussy as he pleased. He slid in behind me and patted my ass once again, slipped several of his fingers into my sopping wet pussy hole, before rubbing his fat cock against my slit. The attentions of his cock and fingers made me mew and squirm my hips around and around until I finally begged him to fuck my pussy. As he withdrew his fingers from my dripping hole he wiped our cum over my ass and inner legs until his hands were nearly dry before placing his cock head just inside my waiting womb. With one smooth roll of his hips that wonderful black cock slipped fully into me again making my pussy muscles twitter and flex in response. His hands slid up and down my lower back, gripping my hips to him with each full entry. His hands held my hips gently in place as he set the pace of our fucking. He continued to tell me what a fine, natural, black cock slut I was and how my body had been perfectly designed for thick black cock like his. I was in complete agreement with him, I felt like I had been molded around Kevin’s cock like a condom on a form. Bent over this way, I felt as if his thick pulsing cock was fucking its way through me and into my chest, I could almost feel it rubbing on the inside of my ribs as he steadily drove his cock into me. I moaned that he was going to make me cum again and his grip tightened on my hips and he smacked that big fucking cock against my pussy even harder, instantly pushing me into quivering oblivion, shaking like a rag doll on his pounding cock. Kevin was fucking my stretched mount harder and harder, grunting that he was going to flood my cunt with seed as I began to recover. He was fucking me with such strength and urgency, his balls making a loud wet smacking sound each time he would slam that wonderful fucking machine into me. My guts were boiling and I was barely able to ask him to fill my hole before I felt his cock explode within me, forcing me from my used pussy and could hear Kevin commenting again on the way my pussy seemed to milk the seed from his cock.
I was soaked in sweat and now became aware of the trickles of sweat running down my back to my shoulders. Kevin remained fully seated within my womb, gently rubbing and patting my ass as he caught his breath and touted my talents as a fine black cock slut. I finally lifted my sweat soaked body from the wet sheets and slid forward until Kevin’s limp cock dropped out of my dripping pussy with one final slurping sound. I turned around and walked on my knees to Kevin, kissed his flushed face, and told him that he was still and always would be my favorite black bull. We held each other and gently kissed in silence for a few minutes, savoring the bliss that follows a hard, hot, nasty, fulfilling, fuck session like we had just enjoyed tonight. I whispered into his ear that we needed a shower and volunteered to bathe him if he had the energy left to climb off the bed.
We finally slipped into bed about 2am and within minutes Kevin was snoring peacefully. I snuggled against his strong back and thought about how perfect this was; having a man beside me, stay with me, after he had finished with me. The next thing I remember was waking, with the early morning sun peeking through the curtains, Kevin snoring softly by my side, it was going to be a wonderful day.
I turned and pressed my breasts against his back, kissed him gently on the nape of his neck and slid my right hand around him and ever so gently, cupped his flaccid cock in my hand. Kevin didn’t stir, his soft snoring continued unabated, but his cock began to slowly fill with blood as I gently slid my hand over its length. From the very first time that Ray had pressed his cock into my hands all those years ago I couldn’t help but be amazed at the sheer power that exuded from a mans cock. To say that I worshipped their power would be a totally true statement, here and now being a prime example, it was as if they were a separate entity entirely, here was Kevin sound asleep and yet his cock had instantly responded to my gentle caress. As I continued to run my fingers gently up and down his swelling tool it lifted itself from the sheet and began to throb in midair. My fingers ran little circles around his large testies hanging loosely in his sack and I felt privileged to feel them slowly pull up toward the base of Kevin’s bouncing manhood. His balls now tightly packed below his pulsing cock, I wrapped my hand around his member and began to stroke it slowly, applying only enough pressure to let that beautiful cock know that my hand was still there to serve him. Thick pr-cum began to flow from the gaping hole of Kevin’s cock head and I rubbed it over his head and down the length of his shaft until it slid so easily in my grasp. Kevin finally began to stir from his slumber and his strong hand wrapped around mine on his cock before he finally said with a chuckle in his voice “You just can’t get enough cock can ya gurl”. I kissed him again on his neck and merely told him to fuck me as I rolled from him.
As I rolled onto my back I slid my pillow under my ass and kicked the covers down before watching Kevin roll toward me a slip between my legs. He smiled down at me and told me that he loved the way I had woken him while gently maneuvering his massive cock to the entrance of my womb. As he pressed himself into my already wet pussy I pulled my legs until my knees were almost in my armpits. With my pussy full of his sperm and my fresh morning flow, his cock slid fully into me with one long push of his hips forcing a satisfied moan to escape my lips. Kevin groaned and told me that my cunt was steaming hot as he pressed his balls tightly against my ass. He wasted no time with gentle fucking, instead he began slamming his cock into me with slow full strokes, his big balls slapping against my ass with every stroke. It felt so wonderful having Kevin’s huge cock fucking me with such intensity that my stomach began to flutter within moments. I begged Kevin to fuck me, to make me cum, and he responded by pounding his throbbing cock into me even harder and faster. I exploded in a huge orgasm beneath his onslaught, clawing at his shoulders and seeing spots before my eyes. Gasping for breath I could hear Kevin above me telling me to fuck that cock, to milk that fine nigga dick, and telling me what a fine little cock whore I was. His continued hard fucking had my guts churning again before I even fully recovered my breath from my fist climax and I whimpered that he was going to make me cum again. Spurred on by my comment he intensified his fucking, telling me to cum on his cock, to milk his fucking seed like the good little slut that I was. I opened my eyes just in time to see Kevin’s jaw clench, the muscles of his neck tighten and feel his cock jerk deep inside my womb. As his second or third gush of seed flooded my hole I came again, gripping his flexing ass and holding him tightly locked inside me while I reveled in my bliss of orgasm.
His cock was still thumping deep within my pussy as I became aware of my surroundings again, his body still tensed and relaxed as each spurt of his fertile sperm flowed into my belly. Slowly his body relaxed and he pulled from me and crouched on his knees between my legs. I felt spent but wonderfully happy at the same time. I caught his eyes with mine and told him that he was an incredible black bull. He wiped some sweat from his brow and told me that I was the most incredible fuck that he had ever had. He had told me this before and even though I had never believed him I still felt my face warm with a sense of pride that I had satisfied this magnificent man.
Kevin moved again to my side and I rolled to him and took his cock into my mouth. His fresh warm sperm tasted so powerful and I gently milked every drop of it from his cock head before licking the rest of his cock clean of seed. I slid up and rested my head on his chest and told him that yesterday had been full of wonderful news for me, that first my best friend Anna was getting married and was also pregnant and then my favorite man in the whole world had chosen to visit me. Kevin chuckled and said that it had been our hot phone sex session that had caused the booty call because after we had talked he just couldn’t get my hot little ass out of his mind. He petted my hair and said that the plane ticket had run the cost of pussy up some but that I had been worth every cent that he had spent to get here. Kevin went silent for a moment then asked if I could still keep secrets. His tone was such that I sat up and looked into his face before assuring him that I would keep his secret.
Kevin then spent the next 10 or 15 minutes explaining to me that Michael and Ray (the father of my son) were in reality both his sons. That both of their mothers had worked for him way back when and that he had not only gotten them out of the business but had tried to be involved with his sons lives by hiring them both on. He said that they had both mowed the yards of his rentals etc when they were young and eventually became drivers for his ladies. He said that he had just heard about the wedding himself but hadn’t been invited yet. I could see a trace of hurt in his eyes and assured him that Michael and Anna would not forget him. It hit me that Kevin was my son’s grandfather and it set me back a bit, when I looked back down at Kevin he was staring into my eyes. He asked what I was thinking about and I told him that it just seemed a bit weird that I had been fucking my baby’s granddaddy. He laughed and asked, “so how does ol grandpa stand up in bed gurl?” His question made me smile and laugh too, which broke the serious mood we had just been in and we both got up and headed for the bathroom and a hot morning shower.
After we showered and dressed I started breakfast and woke up my son. Trev was excited to see Kevin, as they would often play together at my old apartment in Portland. I now understood Kevin’s interest in Trev and sat back and absorbed the scene of them horsing around while I finished cooking our meal. My son was excited to have Kevin here and asked how long he was going to visit. I waited for the answer too as Kevin and I hadn’t even talked about that last night. Kevin told Trev that he had to leave today but would come back whenever he could which satisfied my little boy’s curiosity.
When Kevin had to leave for his flight home, I sat down and called Anna. As soon as she said Hi, I asked who she had in mind to walk her down the aisle. She said that she didn’t have anyone so I asked her to ask Kevin to give her away. She said it might be awkward, beings as she was quitting the life and I assured her that he would jump at the chance to walk her down the aisle. She finally remarked that it was a good idea after all because he had really been a better father to her in many ways than her real one had and would call him today and ask. We chatted for a few minutes more before I had to break off, get trev to the neighbors and head for school. As I left the parking lot I was proud of the way I had kept Kevin’s secret and still worked him into the wedding party.
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My First Times…

I had been talking to Gary for well over two years. Our relationship had begun online. He saw a response I had made in a chat room and messaged me. He didn’t seem interesting at first, but the more we chat the more I liked him. I’m cautious by nature so he didn’t get my real name for over six months, and even then only my first name. At nine months I gave him my cell phone number and we started talking on the phone. Ten months found us having phone sex on a regular basis, which occurred mainly on the weekends when I went home from school. The rest of the week I stayed on campus and had little privacy.
Right from the start Gary had told me about some of the things he was interested in. I’ll never forget it. The kinkiest things he told me he was into were gangbangs and bestiality. I didn’t immediately freak out, but I have to tell you that for a long time all I could think about was how sick Gary had to be to even think of something like that. Every time we had a small argument I would bring that up and how much it disgusted me and how sick I thought he was. I knew it hurt him every time I said that. When we were having phone sex I couldn’t help but think he was picturing me a dog fucking me or a bunch of guys using me. It was difficult to get through those thoughts sometimes.
I was 19-years-old when I started talking to Gary. I soon found out he was 33-years-old, white, divorced, a single parent, had a criminal history and had been in relationships with some interesting women in the past. Now, I’m black – dark brown actually – 5’3, 125lbs and have a very nice shape – 38-30-34. Up to this point I had never even imagined myself being with a white guy, let alone and older white guy who had two children and a criminal record. But as we talked on the phone his personality had won me over. It was obvious he was not the person he was when he had acquired his criminal record. His love for his children made me very aware of his affectionate side. He had sole custody of his second child and I could see why the courts had awarded him that responsibility.
Gary was consistent with me over time. He was there when I needed him to be, all hours of the day, whether it was during the day while he was at work or late at night and causing him to lose sleep before work the next day. He helped me with my homework, advised me about my diet and health, and comforted me when I was worried or depressed. Gary gave me what I need as a woman – respect, time and understanding. But it took a lot for me to learn to trust him enough to let him see me.
As a young black woman I had been raised to fear white men – especially older white men. The news was fraught with stories of white men meeting girls they met online and then sexually assaulting them, even killing them in some instances. I was taught that a white man who wanted to be with a black woman was only perverted and that our relationship would never work because there would always be the mentality of the white slave master raping the black female slave looming between us. When my family found out about him they put a lot of pressure on me to stop talking to him. But I have my own mind – always have – and had made good enough decisions in my life to remain drug-free, abuse free, and child-free. In fact, I was still a virgin.
That’s right. I was still a virgin when Gary and I finally met. We knew what each other looked like from photos taken on our camera phones. I had even seen his penis once, just before we had phone sex. I felt so skittish asking him to do that. He said he was at least 7-inches and I wanted to see what it looked like. I even had him put a measuring tape next to it so I knew it was his and how long it really was. It measured 7-and-a-half-inches in the picture he sent. I later found out that he wasn’t even entirely hard and that at full length he was a little over 9-inches and was almost as wide around as my wrist. When we had phone sex I could imagine his cock being inside me. From talking with my cousin I found out that his cock was actually pretty big for a white guy.
We lived in different states, and even though we had been talking for over a year it still took a while before I trusted Gary. It wasn’t until the fifth time we met that I actually let him touch me. We held hands of course, but I mean the kind of touching that makes your blood boil and your body cry out. He had leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head. Undeterred, he leaned in and kissed me on the neck. I had never been kissed there before, and my body melted under his lips. I closed my eyes and unconsciously moaned, leaning back to let him do more, but he pulled back and waited for me to turn around to look at him. Then he leaned in and kissed me on my lips before I could open my eyes fully. It took me a minute of breathing hard and sucking on his lips before I realized his hand was on my breast. My nipples were hard under his touch and all my senses seemed to heighten as my body went into overdrive. And then he stopped.
Gary stepped back and looked at me and I stared back at him. I couldn’t believe how wet I was and how fast I had succumbed to him. But he didn’t take advantage of me. He took me by the hand and we walked for a bit without saying anything to each other. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. Gary could have had me right then and there if he had wanted. Didn’t he want me? Did I do something wrong? Everything had felt so right. What made him stop? Did I unconsciously say or do something that offended him? All these things were racing through my mind when he finally stopped and turned to me. He said, “I want you so much right now. This went a little fast just now and I want to take my time with you. You’re everything I could want in a woman. Don’t forget that.” I smiled and felt my body relax. I was nervous and worried for no reason.
The next time we met I was determined to have Gary. I now knew what it felt like to be touched by him, to be wanted so thoroughly. And I wanted him too. My whole body was screaming out to have him. And when we met the next time I made sure he knew it. I arranged everything – dinner, the movie, the room at the Embassy Suites. It was going to be my night and it was going to be my way. He only knew of my plans for the dinner and movie, so when I told him we had one more place to go he was a little surprised. Gary followed my directions as he drove us to our destination. When he saw where we were going he looked like he was getting a little nervous. I put my hand on his leg and looked at him and said, “This is what I want.” From then on it was magic. Gary relaxed and we headed to the room.
I already had the key so I let us in. I led him in slowly, even though I wanted him to tear my clothes off right then and there, drag me to the bed and take me. Gary held my hand and led me through the suite to the bedroom after I closed the door behind us. Our clothes were off before I knew it. His lips were on mine and our bodies pressed together and I was overtaken with heat. I could feel his cock pressing against me between our bodies. God but it felt bigger than I thought it was. I was startled for a moment, but then gave in to Gary’s hands and lips as they caressed my body. I was hot and wet and wanted him. I pushed off him long enough to get up on the bed and invite him on top of me. He crawled onto the bed, kissing and caressing my body from my navel up as he moved toward me. As he lay on top of me I spread my legs and he moved between them. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance as he kissed my neck and fondled my breasts. My back arched involuntarily and I gasped.
The head of his cock moved inside me and I gasped for air. Then, as I inhaled deeply again, adjusting to what he had in me, he pushed up and took my virginity. I felt a sharp, sudden pain, but as he pulled back I felt my body longing for him to push back in. As if reading my mind he obliged, stuffing me full of his cock once more. Still a little pain, but his rhythm drove all thoughts of it from my head as his cock found the pleasure spots inside me. I moaned and writhed under his strength as he plunged into me again and again. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. My legs spread wider and I lifted my knees up, inviting him deeper. Without hesitation he finally pushed his whole cock in me. I grabbed the comforter with all my might and felt as if all the breath was pushed from my body. It felt like he was in my belly, just underneath my belly button inside me. Gary’s balls slapped against my ass now as he moved in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out and shoving all the way back in. His width stretched me out more than I thought possible and pushed against all the right spots inside me. I tried to push back against him, but every time I did he hit so deep inside me that I couldn’t move. Then he leaned forward on me and held himself all the way inside me. He kissed my neck, ear, cheek, lips. He began to grind on me slowly, methodically. His hand under my head pulled me up to him.
Then all I could feel was him pushing in me – in, in, in. He didn’t pull back or pull out, just slowly grinded on me. And my body reacted unexpectedly. I went limp all at once and was in utter ecstasy. Only a few seconds later my whole body began to tighten up and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I grabbed his back and my fingers dug into him. My legs wrapped around his hips, my heels encouraging him to continue. Until finally we were there together. As I came I could feel every inch of his cock inside me seem to swell and harden. His head throbbed deep inside me. My love muscles grabbed his cock and milked him as he began shooting wave after wave of cum inside me. That sent me over the edge and I screamed while an intense orgasm flooded my body, drowning me in an intensity I had never experienced. We laid there naked for a few minutes, and then he rolled off me and held me. When he let me go I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then returned to the bed and Gary’s arms.
That weekend we alternated making love and simply fucking about ten times. It was unbelievable. My friends at school had often complained that their boyfriends didn’t last long enough or they wished they could get it up again faster and keep going. I had none of those problems with Gary and felt lucky to have someone that could give me what they all could only hope for with their men. Not only did I get the frequency and longevity that was the envy of my friends, but I also knew now how great a large cock could really feel. At that moment I could not imagine being satisfied with a penis any smaller than what Gary had. It seemed to fit my body perfectly.
For the next year our sex life was great. We had phone sex during the week while I was at school, and he would fly out to meet me on the weekends. We stayed at different places all over the city to keep things interesting and new. Gary never left without thoroughly satisfying me. I was addicted to him before we ever started having sex, but with the introduction of intercourse to our relationship I was now also addicted to his sex. I like control – I’m somewhat of a control freak – and Gary knew just how to take that control from me during sex, but at the same time leave me enough to feel like I still had it.
I talked to Gary from time to time about the fantasies he had mentioned when we first started chatting. They still bothered me a bit and I needed reassurance sometimes. Why would he want to share the person he loved with other men? How could he even think about watching a dog have sex with her? He didn’t want those things with me did he? I needed him to tell me he didn’t. I was his, and I was addicted to him, but I could not imagine doing those things with him. I loved him, he loved me. Nothing we did needed to involve other parties.
I frequently discussed my feelings about my exes with Gary. I knew it upset him sometimes, but I needed that. The jealousy he could demonstrate let me know he really cared about me. It wasn’t an insane jealousy, rather one that simmered and brewed until I turned the heat off. That was perfect for me and gave me the reassurance I needed. Gary knew I was attracted to all of my exes but knew I was not going to ever be with them. I was with him and that was enough for me. All my exes lived in my hometown, clear across the country from where I was now going to school. There was an occasional call from or to them to just say hi and see how things were going, but nothing more than that was about to materialize with any of them.
Christmas break seemed to arrive so soon this year. My relationship with Gary was great and I was doing well in all of my classes. There wasn’t really much to worry about and that made time pass so quickly. As per my yearly Christmas break routine, I had gotten my ticket to go home and made arrangements to stay with family. I had kept Gary my secret from my family for a long time, but I was beginning to wonder how they would react if I brought him home with me. For the most part I was sure it wasn’t going to be good. My family already had a stigma against white people, but the fact that he was older and had children made him that much worse in their eyes. I would catch a lot of flak from everyone if they ever knew how serious I was with Gary or if I brought him around. I wanted him there with me, but my family knew I stayed with them every year and if I had Gary come he was probably going to have to stay in a hotel and keep a low profile. When I proposed the idea to him he was hesitant at first and resisted being ‘hidden’ from everyone, but he understood how important my family is to me and eventually relented.
The first few days of Christmas break were rather uneventful. Gary was staying in his hotel room and visiting the sites of the city while I was with my family. Everyone was happy to see me and I reciprocated the sentiment. I found an hour or two every day to visit Gary and promised I would see him more as everyone got more used to having me around, at which time they wouldn’t miss me as much when I went out. He was okay with that, but I could see the frustration on his face and in his body language. I felt bad for dragging him along and then not giving him the attention he deserved. I was really going to have to make it up to him.
A week into my stay all my exes had found a way to contact me and knew I was in town. I told Gary about them each time I visited, along with the rest of the day’s activities – the goings-on of my family and the Christmas break adventure thus far. Again, every time they were mentioned I could see the jealous frustration on his face. It made me feel good to see that in him and know that, each time, I could say or do just the right thing to diffuse it.
One evening, when I was visiting Gary, I brought up the fact that I had talked to Shane, one of my exes. I was in the middle of telling Gary how the conversation went when he interrupted me and told me that someone had called his room earlier that day purporting to be one of my exes and told him that he had better stay away from me. In fact, Gary was told that he should just go ahead and leave town now before he got hurt. I sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to take in what he had said and searching my conversations over the last few days for any clues as to who would have done such a thing. Gary knew the impact what he said had on me. He did it intentionally. As I looked at him I could see the frustration on his face of having to ‘hide’ from everyone and then being threatened by someone who didn’t even know him. While I was struggling for words to soothe and reassure him, Gary mentioned that he had gotten calls from two other guys later on that day with basically the same message – get out or get hurt. Now I was getting mad. Either Gary was lying – and I had no reason to believe he was – or someone had found out where he was staying, gave out his information to some people who either were or were not my exes, and now several of those people, who I probably knew, were threatening him.
For the next couple hours, neither of us really had anything to say to each other. I lay on the bed with Gary and he held me. My mind was racing, trying to solve this seeming riddle that was becoming more and more of an embarrassment. How could I know people that would do this? Our friends reflect the kind of person we are, and right now my past choices in friends weren’t making me look too good. Gary wouldn’t directly say he was mad at me, but I could tell from the way he held his tongue that he wanted to say some things he knew we would probably have to be talking about later if he said them. This was all my fault, and I knew it. And I felt even worse to leave Gary later to go back to my family who I knew wouldn’t accept him.
The next day, as I knocked on Gary’s suite door, I could hear laughing from inside and wondered who he had invited over. He didn’t know anyone here that I knew of, but they sounded quite friendly in there. I was feeling a little better about how things were going when I put the key in the door, opened it and found my exes all in there with Gary laughing it up like they were the best of friends. The quizzical expression on my face must have been obvious because Gary quickly got up and came over to greet and kiss me, holding me tight. He took my hand, led me over to the sofa where he had been sitting and guided me next to him. He explained that the next time each had called he had invited them over to discuss the situation and now they were all getting along just fine. They had been sitting around talking, and drinking from the looks of the few bottles scattered around the suite. Shane, Derek and James were all looking as good as ever. And Gary, although the only white person in the room, didn’t seem as misfit around us all as I had thought he would. That was encouraging considering the events of the last several days.
After a few minutes, Gary took my hand and got up, leading me to the suite’s bedroom. The guys didn’t even seem to notice as we left them to their musings. Once the door was closed behind us, Gary began to kiss me and touch me, and I melted almost instantly. The tension of the last couple days had made me very aware of how much I missed him and needed to feel him. Before I knew it my clothes were on the floor and I was laying on the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off, while Gary moved between them and began stuffing me with his wonderful cock. He lifted my legs up and moved in me until I was taking his whole length with each thrust. I moaned and wriggled, oblivious to everyone and everything. I needed this as much as Gary and I was only too happy to give it to him.
I was building closer and closer to orgasm when Gary pulled out of me and let go of my legs. I lay there, breathing hard with my eyes closed and my face turned on the bed, waiting for him to resume some sort of ministrations on my body. Instead, his hands lifted my legs again and his cock was once more inside me. I gasped at once as it thrust deep inside me, and where I expected it to reach its depth I felt it push further instead, then further still. I was startled briefly and opened my eyes to look at him when my eyes met Derek’s. His cock was a bit longer than Gary’s and he was smiling as I took it all, obviously having trouble breathing. I reached out on either side of me and grabbed onto the bed with all my might. His hands went to my waist and I held my legs up for him as he began to pound me with his cock. And as I leaned back to relax, finally getting used to the new depth, Derek let go of my legs and disembarked. I looked up just as Shane was moving up to me and I barely had time to react as he shoved his thick cock inside me.
My mind was a blur as, just before he entered me, I had seen Shane’s cock and could barely believe that thing was going to fit. He wasn’t as long as the others, but he made up for that in girth. Shane’s cock was almost as thick around as my wrist… well, maybe my forearm actually. And when that thing penetrated me I couldn’t help but scream as it stretched me further than I thought possible. It hurt a little at first, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure of being so full. Shane leaned over and grabbed my breasts as he pounded me again and again. All I could do was lay there and enjoy myself as all the strength was pushed from me with each thrust from these cocks. I couldn’t believe I was letting these guys take turns having their way with me. When Gary had mentioned something like this to me in the past all I could do was think how sick he was and how disgusting that would be. But my body was telling me a totally different story now.
James was next, and he came and lay on the bed next to me while Shane removed himself from me. His cock was about the same size as Gary’s and I was secretly glad to have a cock back inside me who’s size my body was fairly familiar with. I rolled over on top of James, straddling him, and guided him inside me. Then I leaned forward on my hands on either side of his body and began to ride him. His depth was more familiar and his hands held me the same way Gary did. It was much easier to get my breath again and just enjoy riding this wonderful cock than it was to be invaded by the others. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful sensations sent through my body as my breasts swayed against his chest and the others explored my body with their hands, spanking my ass occasionally. And as James pulled my body down on his, entering me all the way, I felt hands on my hips and another cock was forced into my pussy from behind.
I clenched James’ shoulders and squinted my eyes shut as the cock slowly pushed its way past my entrance and made its way up inside me. When he was finally all the way in and just holding himself there, I looked back to see Gary smiling at me. I grinned slightly and that encouraged him to begin his work. James and Gary alternated thrusting in and out of me and the sensation was unbelievable! Quickly, more quickly than I was ready for, my whole body was beginning to tremble and tighten. And as the orgasm rolled through my body I heard the pants and moans, felt the dual cocks in me stiffen, then begin shooting load after load of cum deep inside me. Being held so firmly by two men while they came was an experience I will never forget – it was amazing. The feeling was heightened, I’m sure, by my own orgasm.
For almost an hour, the four men took turns with me, one or two at a time. They all came in me at least twice each and I experienced more orgasms than I ever had in that short of a timeframe. Never would I have guessed that I would enjoy it that much. I loved the feel of each cock, the thought of these men taking control of my body in such intimate ways, the heat of their cum as it filled me each time. I loved being controlled, used. I had finally let go of any illusions of control I had ever had over sexual situations with Gary and loved the feel of my men handling me.
Gary and I had sex much more frequently the entire rest of the Christmas break. That experience did something to me that made me feel like I could enjoy being submissive every now and then finally. And as Gary asserted himself more aggressively I found myself giving him what he wanted in more and more things. I stopped ‘hiding’ him and introduced him to my family and friends. Things went much better than I thought they would. I was increasingly confident and secure to let Gary make decisions about things for us from that time on. He was someone to whom I realized I could finally release all my control and be secure. We have really only grown closer since then, and I look forward to our future adventures together with love and trust.

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My First Times…

I had been talking to Gary for well over two years. Our relationship had begun online. He saw a response I had made in a chat room and messaged me. He didn’t seem interesting at first, but the more we chat the more I liked him. I’m cautious by nature so he didn’t get my real name for over six months, and even then only my first name. At nine months I gave him my cell phone number and we started talking on the phone. Ten months found us having phone sex on a regular basis, which occurred mainly on the weekends when I went home from school. The rest of the week I stayed on campus and had little privacy.
Right from the start Gary had told me about some of the things he was interested in. I’ll never forget it. The kinkiest things he told me he was into were gangbangs and bestiality. I didn’t immediately freak out, but I have to tell you that for a long time all I could think about was how sick Gary had to be to even think of something like that. Every time we had a small argument I would bring that up and how much it disgusted me and how sick I thought he was. I knew it hurt him every time I said that. When we were having phone sex I couldn’t help but think he was picturing me a dog fucking me or a bunch of guys using me. It was difficult to get through those thoughts sometimes.
I was 19-years-old when I started talking to Gary. I soon found out he was 33-years-old, white, divorced, a single parent, had a criminal history and had been in relationships with some interesting women in the past. Now, I’m black – dark brown actually – 5’3, 125lbs and have a very nice shape – 38-30-34. Up to this point I had never even imagined myself being with a white guy, let alone and older white guy who had two children and a criminal record. But as we talked on the phone his personality had won me over. It was obvious he was not the person he was when he had acquired his criminal record. His love for his children made me very aware of his affectionate side. He had sole custody of his second child and I could see why the courts had awarded him that responsibility.
Gary was consistent with me over time. He was there when I needed him to be, all hours of the day, whether it was during the day while he was at work or late at night and causing him to lose sleep before work the next day. He helped me with my homework, advised me about my diet and health, and comforted me when I was worried or depressed. Gary gave me what I need as a woman – respect, time and understanding. But it took a lot for me to learn to trust him enough to let him see me.
As a young black woman I had been raised to fear white men – especially older white men. The news was fraught with stories of white men meeting girls they met online and then sexually assaulting them, even killing them in some instances. I was taught that a white man who wanted to be with a black woman was only perverted and that our relationship would never work because there would always be the mentality of the white slave master raping the black female slave looming between us. When my family found out about him they put a lot of pressure on me to stop talking to him. But I have my own mind – always have – and had made good enough decisions in my life to remain drug-free, abuse free, and child-free. In fact, I was still a virgin.
That’s right. I was still a virgin when Gary and I finally met. We knew what each other looked like from photos taken on our camera phones. I had even seen his penis once, just before we had phone sex. I felt so skittish asking him to do that. He said he was at least 7-inches and I wanted to see what it looked like. I even had him put a measuring tape next to it so I knew it was his and how long it really was. It measured 7-and-a-half-inches in the picture he sent. I later found out that he wasn’t even entirely hard and that at full length he was a little over 9-inches and was almost as wide around as my wrist. When we had phone sex I could imagine his cock being inside me. From talking with my cousin I found out that his cock was actually pretty big for a white guy.
We lived in different states, and even though we had been talking for over a year it still took a while before I trusted Gary. It wasn’t until the fifth time we met that I actually let him touch me. We held hands of course, but I mean the kind of touching that makes your blood boil and your body cry out. He had leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head. Undeterred, he leaned in and kissed me on the neck. I had never been kissed there before, and my body melted under his lips. I closed my eyes and unconsciously moaned, leaning back to let him do more, but he pulled back and waited for me to turn around to look at him. Then he leaned in and kissed me on my lips before I could open my eyes fully. It took me a minute of breathing hard and sucking on his lips before I realized his hand was on my breast. My nipples were hard under his touch and all my senses seemed to heighten as my body went into overdrive. And then he stopped.
Gary stepped back and looked at me and I stared back at him. I couldn’t believe how wet I was and how fast I had succumbed to him. But he didn’t take advantage of me. He took me by the hand and we walked for a bit without saying anything to each other. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. Gary could have had me right then and there if he had wanted. Didn’t he want me? Did I do something wrong? Everything had felt so right. What made him stop? Did I unconsciously say or do something that offended him? All these things were racing through my mind when he finally stopped and turned to me. He said, “I want you so much right now. This went a little fast just now and I want to take my time with you. You’re everything I could want in a woman. Don’t forget that.” I smiled and felt my body relax. I was nervous and worried for no reason.
The next time we met I was determined to have Gary. I now knew what it felt like to be touched by him, to be wanted so thoroughly. And I wanted him too. My whole body was screaming out to have him. And when we met the next time I made sure he knew it. I arranged everything – dinner, the movie, the room at the Embassy Suites. It was going to be my night and it was going to be my way. He only knew of my plans for the dinner and movie, so when I told him we had one more place to go he was a little surprised. Gary followed my directions as he drove us to our destination. When he saw where we were going he looked like he was getting a little nervous. I put my hand on his leg and looked at him and said, “This is what I want.” From then on it was magic. Gary relaxed and we headed to the room.
I already had the key so I let us in. I led him in slowly, even though I wanted him to tear my clothes off right then and there, drag me to the bed and take me. Gary held my hand and led me through the suite to the bedroom after I closed the door behind us. Our clothes were off before I knew it. His lips were on mine and our bodies pressed together and I was overtaken with heat. I could feel his cock pressing against me between our bodies. God but it felt bigger than I thought it was. I was startled for a moment, but then gave in to Gary’s hands and lips as they caressed my body. I was hot and wet and wanted him. I pushed off him long enough to get up on the bed and invite him on top of me. He crawled onto the bed, kissing and caressing my body from my navel up as he moved toward me. As he lay on top of me I spread my legs and he moved between them. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance as he kissed my neck and fondled my breasts. My back arched involuntarily and I gasped.
The head of his cock moved inside me and I gasped for air. Then, as I inhaled deeply again, adjusting to what he had in me, he pushed up and took my virginity. I felt a sharp, sudden pain, but as he pulled back I felt my body longing for him to push back in. As if reading my mind he obliged, stuffing me full of his cock once more. Still a little pain, but his rhythm drove all thoughts of it from my head as his cock found the pleasure spots inside me. I moaned and writhed under his strength as he plunged into me again and again. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. My legs spread wider and I lifted my knees up, inviting him deeper. Without hesitation he finally pushed his whole cock in me. I grabbed the comforter with all my might and felt as if all the breath was pushed from my body. It felt like he was in my belly, just underneath my belly button inside me. Gary’s balls slapped against my ass now as he moved in and out of me, pulling almost all the way out and shoving all the way back in. His width stretched me out more than I thought possible and pushed against all the right spots inside me. I tried to push back against him, but every time I did he hit so deep inside me that I couldn’t move. Then he leaned forward on me and held himself all the way inside me. He kissed my neck, ear, cheek, lips. He began to grind on me slowly, methodically. His hand under my head pulled me up to him.
Then all I could feel was him pushing in me – in, in, in. He didn’t pull back or pull out, just slowly grinded on me. And my body reacted unexpectedly. I went limp all at once and was in utter ecstasy. Only a few seconds later my whole body began to tighten up and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I grabbed his back and my fingers dug into him. My legs wrapped around his hips, my heels encouraging him to continue. Until finally we were there together. As I came I could feel every inch of his cock inside me seem to swell and harden. His head throbbed deep inside me. My love muscles grabbed his cock and milked him as he began shooting wave after wave of cum inside me. That sent me over the edge and I screamed while an intense orgasm flooded my body, drowning me in an intensity I had never experienced. We laid there naked for a few minutes, and then he rolled off me and held me. When he let me go I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then returned to the bed and Gary’s arms.
That weekend we alternated making love and simply fucking about ten times. It was unbelievable. My friends at school had often complained that their boyfriends didn’t last long enough or they wished they could get it up again faster and keep going. I had none of those problems with Gary and felt lucky to have someone that could give me what they all could only hope for with their men. Not only did I get the frequency and longevity that was the envy of my friends, but I also knew now how great a large cock could really feel. At that moment I could not imagine being satisfied with a penis any smaller than what Gary had. It seemed to fit my body perfectly.
For the next year our sex life was great. We had phone sex during the week while I was at school, and he would fly out to meet me on the weekends. We stayed at different places all over the city to keep things interesting and new. Gary never left without thoroughly satisfying me. I was addicted to him before we ever started having sex, but with the introduction of intercourse to our relationship I was now also addicted to his sex. I like control – I’m somewhat of a control freak – and Gary knew just how to take that control from me during sex, but at the same time leave me enough to feel like I still had it.
I talked to Gary from time to time about the fantasies he had mentioned when we first started chatting. They still bothered me a bit and I needed reassurance sometimes. Why would he want to share the person he loved with other men? How could he even think about watching a dog have sex with her? He didn’t want those things with me did he? I needed him to tell me he didn’t. I was his, and I was addicted to him, but I could not imagine doing those things with him. I loved him, he loved me. Nothing we did needed to involve other parties.
I frequently discussed my feelings about my exes with Gary. I knew it upset him sometimes, but I needed that. The jealousy he could demonstrate let me know he really cared about me. It wasn’t an insane jealousy, rather one that simmered and brewed until I turned the heat off. That was perfect for me and gave me the reassurance I needed. Gary knew I was attracted to all of my exes but knew I was not going to ever be with them. I was with him and that was enough for me. All my exes lived in my hometown, clear across the country from where I was now going to school. There was an occasional call from or to them to just say hi and see how things were going, but nothing more than that was about to materialize with any of them.
Christmas break seemed to arrive so soon this year. My relationship with Gary was great and I was doing well in all of my classes. There wasn’t really much to worry about and that made time pass so quickly. As per my yearly Christmas break routine, I had gotten my ticket to go home and made arrangements to stay with family. I had kept Gary my secret from my family for a long time, but I was beginning to wonder how they would react if I brought him home with me. For the most part I was sure it wasn’t going to be good. My family already had a stigma against white people, but the fact that he was older and had children made him that much worse in their eyes. I would catch a lot of flak from everyone if they ever knew how serious I was with Gary or if I brought him around. I wanted him there with me, but my family knew I stayed with them every year and if I had Gary come he was probably going to have to stay in a hotel and keep a low profile. When I proposed the idea to him he was hesitant at first and resisted being ‘hidden’ from everyone, but he understood how important my family is to me and eventually relented.
The first few days of Christmas break were rather uneventful. Gary was staying in his hotel room and visiting the sites of the city while I was with my family. Everyone was happy to see me and I reciprocated the sentiment. I found an hour or two every day to visit Gary and promised I would see him more as everyone got more used to having me around, at which time they wouldn’t miss me as much when I went out. He was okay with that, but I could see the frustration on his face and in his body language. I felt bad for dragging him along and then not giving him the attention he deserved. I was really going to have to make it up to him.
A week into my stay all my exes had found a way to contact me and knew I was in town. I told Gary about them each time I visited, along with the rest of the day’s activities – the goings-on of my family and the Christmas break adventure thus far. Again, every time they were mentioned I could see the jealous frustration on his face. It made me feel good to see that in him and know that, each time, I could say or do just the right thing to diffuse it.
One evening, when I was visiting Gary, I brought up the fact that I had talked to Shane, one of my exes. I was in the middle of telling Gary how the conversation went when he interrupted me and told me that someone had called his room earlier that day purporting to be one of my exes and told him that he had better stay away from me. In fact, Gary was told that he should just go ahead and leave town now before he got hurt. I sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to take in what he had said and searching my conversations over the last few days for any clues as to who would have done such a thing. Gary knew the impact what he said had on me. He did it intentionally. As I looked at him I could see the frustration on his face of having to ‘hide’ from everyone and then being threatened by someone who didn’t even know him. While I was struggling for words to soothe and reassure him, Gary mentioned that he had gotten calls from two other guys later on that day with basically the same message – get out or get hurt. Now I was getting mad. Either Gary was lying – and I had no reason to believe he was – or someone had found out where he was staying, gave out his information to some people who either were or were not my exes, and now several of those people, who I probably knew, were threatening him.
For the next couple hours, neither of us really had anything to say to each other. I lay on the bed with Gary and he held me. My mind was racing, trying to solve this seeming riddle that was becoming more and more of an embarrassment. How could I know people that would do this? Our friends reflect the kind of person we are, and right now my past choices in friends weren’t making me look too good. Gary wouldn’t directly say he was mad at me, but I could tell from the way he held his tongue that he wanted to say some things he knew we would probably have to be talking about later if he said them. This was all my fault, and I knew it. And I felt even worse to leave Gary later to go back to my family who I knew wouldn’t accept him.
The next day, as I knocked on Gary’s suite door, I could hear laughing from inside and wondered who he had invited over. He didn’t know anyone here that I knew of, but they sounded quite friendly in there. I was feeling a little better about how things were going when I put the key in the door, opened it and found my exes all in there with Gary laughing it up like they were the best of friends. The quizzical expression on my face must have been obvious because Gary quickly got up and came over to greet and kiss me, holding me tight. He took my hand, led me over to the sofa where he had been sitting and guided me next to him. He explained that the next time each had called he had invited them over to discuss the situation and now they were all getting along just fine. They had been sitting around talking, and drinking from the looks of the few bottles scattered around the suite. Shane, Derek and James were all looking as good as ever. And Gary, although the only white person in the room, didn’t seem as misfit around us all as I had thought he would. That was encouraging considering the events of the last several days.
After a few minutes, Gary took my hand and got up, leading me to the suite’s bedroom. The guys didn’t even seem to notice as we left them to their musings. Once the door was closed behind us, Gary began to kiss me and touch me, and I melted almost instantly. The tension of the last couple days had made me very aware of how much I missed him and needed to feel him. Before I knew it my clothes were on the floor and I was laying on the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off, while Gary moved between them and began stuffing me with his wonderful cock. He lifted my legs up and moved in me until I was taking his whole length with each thrust. I moaned and wriggled, oblivious to everyone and everything. I needed this as much as Gary and I was only too happy to give it to him.
I was building closer and closer to orgasm when Gary pulled out of me and let go of my legs. I lay there, breathing hard with my eyes closed and my face turned on the bed, waiting for him to resume some sort of ministrations on my body. Instead, his hands lifted my legs again and his cock was once more inside me. I gasped at once as it thrust deep inside me, and where I expected it to reach its depth I felt it push further instead, then further still. I was startled briefly and opened my eyes to look at him when my eyes met Derek’s. His cock was a bit longer than Gary’s and he was smiling as I took it all, obviously having trouble breathing. I reached out on either side of me and grabbed onto the bed with all my might. His hands went to my waist and I held my legs up for him as he began to pound me with his cock. And as I leaned back to relax, finally getting used to the new depth, Derek let go of my legs and disembarked. I looked up just as Shane was moving up to me and I barely had time to react as he shoved his thick cock inside me.
My mind was a blur as, just before he entered me, I had seen Shane’s cock and could barely believe that thing was going to fit. He wasn’t as long as the others, but he made up for that in girth. Shane’s cock was almost as thick around as my wrist… well, maybe my forearm actually. And when that thing penetrated me I couldn’t help but scream as it stretched me further than I thought possible. It hurt a little at first, but the pain was quickly replaced by the pleasure of being so full. Shane leaned over and grabbed my breasts as he pounded me again and again. All I could do was lay there and enjoy myself as all the strength was pushed from me with each thrust from these cocks. I couldn’t believe I was letting these guys take turns having their way with me. When Gary had mentioned something like this to me in the past all I could do was think how sick he was and how disgusting that would be. But my body was telling me a totally different story now.
James was next, and he came and lay on the bed next to me while Shane removed himself from me. His cock was about the same size as Gary’s and I was secretly glad to have a cock back inside me who’s size my body was fairly familiar with. I rolled over on top of James, straddling him, and guided him inside me. Then I leaned forward on my hands on either side of his body and began to ride him. His depth was more familiar and his hands held me the same way Gary did. It was much easier to get my breath again and just enjoy riding this wonderful cock than it was to be invaded by the others. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful sensations sent through my body as my breasts swayed against his chest and the others explored my body with their hands, spanking my ass occasionally. And as James pulled my body down on his, entering me all the way, I felt hands on my hips and another cock was forced into my pussy from behind.
I clenched James’ shoulders and squinted my eyes shut as the cock slowly pushed its way past my entrance and made its way up inside me. When he was finally all the way in and just holding himself there, I looked back to see Gary smiling at me. I grinned slightly and that encouraged him to begin his work. James and Gary alternated thrusting in and out of me and the sensation was unbelievable! Quickly, more quickly than I was ready for, my whole body was beginning to tremble and tighten. And as the orgasm rolled through my body I heard the pants and moans, felt the dual cocks in me stiffen, then begin shooting load after load of cum deep inside me. Being held so firmly by two men while they came was an experience I will never forget – it was amazing. The feeling was heightened, I’m sure, by my own orgasm.
For almost an hour, the four men took turns with me, one or two at a time. They all came in me at least twice each and I experienced more orgasms than I ever had in that short of a timeframe. Never would I have guessed that I would enjoy it that much. I loved the feel of each cock, the thought of these men taking control of my body in such intimate ways, the heat of their cum as it filled me each time. I loved being controlled, used. I had finally let go of any illusions of control I had ever had over sexual situations with Gary and loved the feel of my men handling me.
Gary and I had sex much more frequently the entire rest of the Christmas break. That experience did something to me that made me feel like I could enjoy being submissive every now and then finally. And as Gary asserted himself more aggressively I found myself giving him what he wanted in more and more things. I stopped ‘hiding’ him and introduced him to my family and friends. Things went much better than I thought they would. I was increasingly confident and secure to let Gary make decisions about things for us from that time on. He was someone to whom I realized I could finally release all my control and be secure. We have really only grown closer since then, and I look forward to our future adventures together with love and trust.

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you’ve read any of my other stories about my sexual exploits, then you’ll know I’m far from being the “faithful” husband, but I’m not alone in having little “secrets”…
About 10 years ago my wife Janelle and I went on a holiday to the Nth Coast of NSW, Australia. Whilst we were staying at Port MacQuarie, we decided to go on a canoe day trip up the river. We arrived at the jetty to find another 7 people already getting their gear ready. There were a couple of female Swedish backpackers, a Dutch couple, James our guide and two American guys, one of whom was an athletic negro named Robert.
We introduced ourselves and I couldn’t help but notice the way my wife was staring at Robert as his shirtless, muscled torso rippled and glistened in the early morning light. I had a stupid grin on my face thinking that at least now I could perve on the two Swedish chicks and the Dutch babe (who was the better looking of the three) without pissing Janelle off.
We climbed into our canoes and headed off up river, passing by an island of Pelican’s, a few Oyster farms, some Mangrove Wetlands and eventually to a little riverside park where we stopped for breakfast. All the way there I had kept our canoe to the rear so I could watch the Swedish pair, but that also meant we were right behind Robert and his mate.
The guide had put on a great breakfast for us consisting of cereal, tropical fruits and fresh juice. We sat around on the river bank talking and enjoying the sunshine for a while and then it was time to get moving. I’d been so intent on perving at the Swedes that I hadn’t noticed Janelle strike up a conversation with Robert. I helped the guide pack up the gear and load it into his canoe while Janelle slipped off to the toilets. Once we had finished loading the canoes, I decided to go for a slash too.
I walked into the mensroom and was about to take a leak when I heard a low moan eminate from the closed cubicle behind me. I listened closer and I could hear someone sucking in their breath. I smiled to myself and thought one of the guys must’ve been wanking himself, probably over the Swedish pair, when I heard “Oh yeah baby; suck on that hard dick.” I listened hard and yes, I could make out the wet slurping sounds of someone sucking a cock!
My own cock became instantly hard. I moved into the adjacent stall, climbed up onto the pan so I could take a peek over the wall. What I saw nearly made me fall backwards into it with shock! There was my beautiful wife Janelle, on her knees sucking the biggest black cock I had ever seen! Robert had one hand on her left shoulder and the other at the back of her head as she enthusiasticly bobbed up and down on what must have been at least a 10inch pole. I dropped my own cock out of my pants and started to stroke myself in time with her. He was groaning louder now and she was moaning in little whimpers as his cock slid back and forth down her throat. I was just starting to get to work on myself when she stopped suddenly and stood up.
I dropped down so they wouldn’t see me and heard her say that there wasn’t much time and she wanted him inside her cunt.
“Fuck me,” she said “I want to feel it up me.”
I was just about ready to burst when I heard this, and started to furiously pound away on my cock. I could tell when he entered her because she hissed,
“Oh christ…yessss!”
I waited a few moments before sneaking another look. When I did, I found her standing bent over against the stall door, her shorts and panties around her knees. Robert was pounding his thick black weapon into her from behind and she was obviously enjoying the difference between his ebony monster and my pale 7 incher? The contrast between his dark black cock and her creamy white arse was just so hot!
She was urging him to fuck her harder and faster and reaching under herself to fondle his heavy balls. He was really giving it to her now and sweat was pouring down his back. He groaned that he was about to cum and she asked him not to do it inside her. I watched in awe as he pulled that amazing fuckstick out of her distended cunt and blew spurt after spurt of thick white cum onto the small of her back. She dropped down and took him back into her mouth, cleaning all the remaining cum from the head of his cock. That did it for me, and I blew my own sticky load off against the wall of my stall.
Quickly, I tucked my softening cock away and raced back outside so they wouldn’t know they’d been discovered. Robert returned first and I saw him give a little wink and whisper something to his mate who laughed and gave him a “high five”. Next Janelle came back but
she shyed away when I went to kiss her. (I wonder why!)
We finished the tour and I couldn’t wait to get Janelle back to our hotel so I could fuck the daylights out of her too. She wasn’t too keen on it (i guess she was a little sore?)but she agreed to suck and toss me off before going to bed for an afternoon sleep.
I haven’t ever let on about what I saw that day, but I often relive it in my mind as I masturbate. Sometimes I wonder if she’s ever done it again? Anyway, I might bring it up one day and who knows, maybe we’ll have a threesome or something?

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