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First, I apologize for taking so long to finish this tale. Then I want to warn you that all participants are committing adultery and infidelity. The story contains BDSM, homosexuality, bisexuality, pegging, and group sex. If you find any of that offensive or unacceptable, please find another story to read.

If you have not read the first two chapters (or have not read them in a while – they’re quite short), I suggest you do so before reading this encounter among Dan, the narrator, Pam, his wife, Jasmine (known better on this site as silkstockinglover), and Larry (Dan and Pam’s friend) in Jasmine’s hotel room where Dan has met Jasmine to collect the debt owed to him as a result of a bet on a Winter Olympic event. Pam, not invited to the Dan and Jasmine (a/k/a Jas) tryst has shown up and the following events occur.

Also, the narrative switches between past tense and present tense probably incorrectly. But that’s how I wrote it. I ain’t perfect!

Thanks for reading and rating the story, and please leave a comment.

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Pam led Jasmine to the bed. Jasmine lay down on her back with legs spread. Pam got into the harness and attached a large dildo to it. One I had never seen. Pam must have bought it at Thorne’s before coming over to the room. I could not discern its exact size except that I was sure it was larger than my cock. It was both longer and wider than my unit. Pam later revealed it was 10″ long with an 8″ girth.

Pam produced a bottle of lube from her bag and proceeded to liberally apply it to the projecting dildo. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between Jas’ legs until she was just at Jas’ opening. Pan then applied lube on and in Jas’ pussy for at least two minutes until satisfied Jas was ready to accept the fake cock.

Pam moved closer, and the cock started to disappear up Jas’ love tunnel. Pam took her time pushing in to stretch Jas and then moving back a little. Pam continued on the pattern of short thrusts and parries until the cock had totally disappeared up Jas.

Jas was moaning and thrusting her vulva forward as Pam entered her. I could see Jas’ lips grab and release it as it moved in and out. She and Pam were both breathing hard as the mounting progressed until finally Jas was stretched wide by the intruding member. Pam then stopped moving. Her hands were on the bed – one on either side of Jas. Jas started to rub her own tits and pluck at her nipples that were distended to their full length. Jas started to rock her pelvis and encouraged Pam to continue.

Pam then was fucking Jas slowly. In and out. In and out. Jas continued stimulating her own nipples while occasionally reaching down to rub her clit. Pam’s fucking got faster. The moans and sighs from both women were more frequent and becoming louder.

Finally, Jas said, “Pam, fuck me! Pound me! I am so full of cock! That feels so – oooooooooohhhhhhhh!”

Pam’s ass görükle escort is going up and down at light speed! Jas’ legs are waving in the air! Pam’s arms push Jas’ legs back until her feet are damn near behind her own ears. Jas’ vulva is pointing up to the ceiling, and Pam is pounding down onto her stimulating Jas’ clit and G-spot simultaneously! They are each gasping for air from respectively pounding and being pounded. Pam’s clit was getting worked over too!

Jas’ legs start to go spastic, swinging wildly and thrashing about! Suddenly the thrashing stops. The legs shiver, quake, and twitch, but Jas is saying nothing just breathlessly grunting! Her eyes are closed, and her toes are curling as if they could reach out and touch her heels! Her spasms are trying to throw Pam off as Jas orgasms violently! The effect on Pam is that, in her top position, her body mimics Jas’, and she cums too collapsing onto Jas.

There is no sound from either of them except for air being sucked into their lungs as if there had been a final 400-meter dash at the end of a 10,000-meter race! Both are exhausted! Absolutely knackered!

Me? I feel as if a gentle breeze hitting my cock would cause me to ejaculate my semen the whole seven feet from me onto the prone figures of the ladies! I’m breathing hard too, and my heart is pounding in my 73-year old chest.

Several moments later, Pam backs the big dildo out of Jas’ cunt. Because the dildo doesn’t go soft as a cock would, the withdrawal sets off several mini shock orgasms in Jas. Pam flops onto her back. I can see up Jas’ vagina that is wide open from the dildo’s intrusion. Her pussy is wet, red, and raw! How I wish my tongue were there at her entrance! Both women fall asleep for a few minutes during which I discover my legs have become numb from the position I’ve been tied in.

Eventually Jas and Pam recover from the fuck. and it’s time for me to be released from my bounds. I can’t rise from the chair because my legs are asleep. With Pam on my right and Jas on my left, they lift me from the chair and drag me to the bed, onto which they drop me face down and pull the small pinkish dildo from my ass.

I rested there for a few minutes until I realized I needed to piss. My legs are still not working properly, so the women help me to the bathroom and onto the commode. I relieved myself. They then pull me up again to help me back to the bed where I fell onto my back to let my legs finally recover their full strength.

Nothing much happened for the next 30 to 45 minutes except for one naked man and two nude women idly chitchatting about nothing in particular. Then I made the mistake of noting that Pam was still strapped into the harness with the big fake cock projecting into the air. No sooner had I commented on that than Pam and Jas were huddling in the corner whispering to each other. Their whispering went on for a while interspersed bursa escort bayan with occasional giggles or loud guffaws of laughter. What could they be discussing?

I eventually fell asleep on the bed.

I don’t know how long I napped; but, when I awoke, I discovered my hands had been secured so that I was not able to move from my back. I was on my back and securely tied.

Pam was still sporting harness and fat cock. I soon found out why.

Jas and Pam came to me on the bed and began to tease my nipples. First, they

ran their fingers over them. My nipples rose to the stimulation. They were erect! Tiny but erect nonetheless. That, of course, caused my cock to start to follow suit. Soon I had two mouths and tongues and four hands and twenty fingers caressing, tweaking, sucking, and licking as applicable on my nipples and my cock. I had a throbbing erection!

Next one woman sat on my face allowing me to taste her juices while the other sucked my cock and balls. They each took several turns doing one or the other. Then, while Jas’ sweet pussy was on my face, I heard Pam call someone with her cell. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I heard the door open and close and then heard a male voice – a voice that sounded familiar

“Hi, Dan.” It was Larry Kavan. Pam had called and invited him to join us.

Larry climbed onto the bed and reclined next to me. Pam came up on the bed too; and, from the little I could see (Jas was still on my face.) and hear, Larry and Pam were enjoying a 69. Her pussy was on his face, and her posture strongly suggested his cock was in her mouth.

A few minutes later, Larry said, “O.K., I’m ready.”

Pam got off Larry, and I felt the bed move. Jas withdrew her pussy from my lips, and Larry’s cock replaced it. I’m bi and like to suck cock. Larry’s is nice. I licked and sucked his cock as best I could. While I attended to his cock, the ladies were sharing my cock and balls. Yet I couldn’t fathom why I was tied because Pam

knew there was no need to secure me to get me to suck Larry’s unit.

The ladies continued their oral attention to me, but now fingers were teasing my rosebud and fingers invading my ass. Then something cool, wet, and slippery – lube – was going up my ass.

Larry’s cock disappeared, and Jas’ pussy was back on my face. I assumed Larry and Pam were doing something, but I didn’t know what.

Then my legs were pushed back, and something was knocking at my asshole. Something was sliding into my ass! It felt bigger than the dildo that had recently been up me but was not as big as Pam’s fake cock. When Jas got off my face, Larry was between my legs. His cock was going into my ass! It felt great! But I was still confused about my tied down status. Larry’s been up my ass many times, but I never previously needed to be held down.

Oh! That feels so good moving bursa escort in and out and stroking my prostate!

And the women are back all over my cock and balls! Divine! Getting fucked and sucked! Loving it! Larry was obviously ready because I feel his cock pulse as my ass is filled with semen! I’m almost ready to pop myself! Close but not there! Precum drooling out of me!

Larry’s out, and Pam has taken his place with that fat dildo! Larry’s semen is just lube for what Pam’s ready to do!

I feel her start to press her cock against my anal entry as she says, “This will teach you to chance losing our money and make bets without telling me!”

Ooooouuuuuccccchhhhh! Ugh! I’m being split open as never before! Much worse even than when I was finally able to shit after my knee replacement surgery left me terribly constipated! And that had been going out! This was coming in!

Normally Pam is gentle when she pegs me. She goes in slowly (and with something significantly smaller!) and gives me time to adjust before pounding my ass. She obviously was still harboring resentment for my bet because she pressed forward vigorously causing me a great deal of discomfort. It wasn’t until the whole fat cock was up me that she stopped thrusting. I was so glad I was not an anal virgin! I can’t imagine how painful it would be to be initiated with that dildo!

Thank goodness Pam then relented and gave me time to become accustomed to the intrusion before she started slowly fucking me. Jas and Larry were doing nothing more than standing by the bed apparently fascinated to see me take the huge cock.

Eventually, my erection returned from the prostate massage, and precum was drooling out again. Larry and Jas then lubed up their hands and started giving me a delightful hand job. I then really got into it and was thrusting against Pam maybe even more vigorously than she was fucking me. I was panting and huffing and giving signs of an imminent orgasm when Larry backed off and Jas took my cock in her mouth and sucked my cockhead and tongued my frenulum bringing me to the crisis, and my semen exploded coating her tonsils with my cum!

Pam slowly backed the monster out of me. As it made it’s exit Larry was taking videos and photos of my gaping anus. When I later saw the images, I wondered if that’s what the gynecologist sees when the speculum is up the patient. And was that my stomach I could see?

I was exhausted. Jas would have to give up her room before I could possibly recover enough to let her enjoy the delights my cock could provide her pussy. So Pam and I invited Jas and Larry back to our South End home for the night.

That evening Pam, Jas, and Larry partook of an FFM as I acted as the cameraman. Jas decided to extend her stay; and, over a few days, we four indulged in a menage a quatre in many heterosexual and bisexual variations until Larry’s business called him away, and Jasmine could not further delay her departure. Details? Maybe a story for another day!

I wonder if I should tell Pam about the Stanley Cup wager Jasmine and I made before she headed back northwest. What do you think?

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Old Home Town – Old Lover Ch. 03

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Synopsis of Chapter 02

Marg had returned to her old hometown to find a care home for her aging father. She discovered that his doctor had been her first lover and they soon decided to relive that experience. He invited her to join him at his summer home for dinner and a night of lovemaking and sex. They had enjoyed both. The dinner had been prepared and served by a young couple, Leo and Ilsa, who were also caretakers of this old and elegant home. After dinner, Marc had asked Leo to heat up the sauna and invited he and Ilsa to join them there later. It was close to midnight as Marc and Marg found their way down to the sauna house.

Chapter 03

Marc and Marg removed their robes in the vestibule of the sauna house before entering the heating chamber to a blast of hot moist air. It was eerily quiet inside the heavily insulated chamber, the only light emanating from a single yellow bulb. Marc stooped to throw some cold water on the hot stones before settling down beside Marg on the lower of two bench seats.

“When we want more heat, we can move to the higher bench,” he said. Marg relaxed, allowing the steamy heat to permeate every part of her naked body. She was not particularly aroused at this point, despite the presence of a naked man beside her, a man who had pleasured her just hours previous. They toasted each other with cold champagne.

She looked at Marc and said, “What are you expecting when your friends join us? I am not comfortable with doing anything sexually with them. Is that what you are planning?”

Marc looked surprised as he responded, “Marg, I am not expecting anything in particular except a pleasant evening with you and them. There are no rules and you must do or not do anything that you wish. I’m sure that you will enjoy them; they are a fun and interesting couple. A hot sauna, champagne followed by a cold dip is all that I have planned. If you are concerned, I will turn them away when they arrive.”

His response seemed quite sincere and Marg hastened to say, “No of course not, I’m not that worried, I am just a little nervous being naked in front of strangers.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about. You have a beautiful body and you are a beautiful woman. You will find that being a nudist in a sauna is not necessarily all that erotic. The heat takes some of that anticipation out of a person. It will be a very relaxed atmosphere.”

Marg felt reassured and settled back and closed her eyes. Marc leaned in and kissed her softly while he rolled a nipple in his fingers. Marg responded with parted lips and ready tongue.

“I thought you just said it would not be erotic,” she murmured as his hand cupped her full breast.

“I lied,” Marc said softly, “It is impossible for me not to be aroused near you.”

Marg’s legs parted with the kiss and touches, and he slipped a hot hand up along the inside of her thighs. Marg settled back with closed eyes in anticipation. She trembled as the edge of his hand brushed her slit, and his thumb caressed her mound. She slumped down more, spreading wider, wanting his fingers in her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth in encouragement, as one finger parted her pussy lips and entered.

He whispered, “Get on the top bench.”

She did as told, pulling herself backwards and up to the higher bench as he moved between her legs. He knelt on the lower bench and raised her legs over his shoulders, and kissed his way down her inner thighs to her swollen pussy lips. His tongue ran along her slit as she spread her knees widely.

“Ah God Marc, you know what happened last time, you will make me come,” she groaned, all the while adjusting herself to receive him. The only sound was the hiss of the sauna and their own breathing, soon followed by the wet noise of his tongue lashing her slit from butt hole to clit.

She grabbed his head and rubbed her pussy on his face, ready to get off. Suddenly however, he lifted off of her and smiled upwards, “Needed to warm you up in a hurry.” He climbed up beside her and pulled her to him, his hands roaming her hot naked body. She tasted her pussy on his lips and tongue.

The door of the sauna opened and the naked young couple entered with a smile. They seemed quite relaxed as they tried not to be too obvious viewing Marg’s nakedness. She hastened to lift one arm to shield her breasts while closing her legs. She realized that görükle escort it was a futile gesture and soon eased off.

Ilsa was even more impressive naked than when dressed. Her body was firm and trim, almost muscular, and her firm tits perched high up on her chest. She had a beautiful round ass and hips framing a shaved mound. She was very attractive but strangely did not arouse Marg’s interest in an erotic sense. Marg had always recognized that only certain women accomplished that and for no particular physical reason that she could figure out.

Leo was also very well built, and it was obvious that both of them worked out and trained. His muscles were long and lithe rather than bunched and thick. His butt and thighs were hard and firm, two features that Marg favored in a man. He was bent down adding more water to the hot stones and she held her breath waiting for him to turn around. She was ready to be impressed following Marc’s suggestive comment earlier about Leo’s package.

Her eyes lowered quickly as he did turn, fastening on his cock as he swung around. It was big despite not being erect. Marg decided that it was about the size of her neighbor Doug’s cock. She had first seen Doug’s through their bedroom window one night, and for some months had fantasized about having it in her. He had fucked her during a threesome with his wife Mary Ellen. She sniggered nervously to herself, ‘been there, done that’ as she recalled the feel Doug’s big shaft in her.

Marg peeled her eyes off of Leo’s cock and looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled easily, comfortable in the knowledge that he had caught her attention.

Marc leaned in, kissed her on the neck and then whispered in her ear, “What do you think?”

Marg answered with an “Hmm, kind of eye catching isn’t it.”

The application of the water had raised another cloud of steam as Ilsa and Leo joined them on the top bench. The two ladies were on the inside. After a few attempts to keep space between their hips, the ladies just smiled and relaxed and were soon rubbing on each other.

Leo brought up the champagne bottle and the four of them turned towards each other for a toast and a kiss. Ilsa’s lips were soft and gentle on Marg’s, as if not pressing the issue. Leo’s were bold and demanding, he quickly circling her lips with his tongue. Marg felt relaxed despite her early discomfort. ‘What the hell’ she thought, ‘what happens happens’.

Leo sensed an easing in Marg’s feelings about him. She had not been overly friendly when they first entered, but their eyes locked occasionally and he was certain there was interest building. He, Ilsa and Marc had been down this road before, and Leo had much the same outlook towards extra marital and group sex, as did Marc.

It was pleasure only. He had watched Marc mount his wife Ilsa several times and enjoyed the pleasure that she received. And in return, Leo had fucked some of the ladies that had accompanied Marc in the past. Marc often brought women here if he believed that they might be accepting of group sex.

And Leo did want this one. He and Ilsa had watched the live video stream from the bedroom earlier when Marc had licked and fucked Marg. He loved the abandoned manner with which she had responded to Marc. Nothing held back, just give and take sex. He caught her eye again, and allowed his to wander down to her tits and pussy to return to her fixed gaze. It might take a while, but he was going to nail her.

Marg noted that both men now had burgeoning erections. Both she and Ilsa had fingers in there pussies as the men leaned over them. Marg felt her loins heat and weaken as Marc’s fingers teased and aroused her while Ilsa stared at her tits. Leo’s cock was now at full mast, jutting up along his belly and past his belly button. Marg’s pussy clenched Marc’s fingers as Ilsa reached back and took firm hold of Leo’s big cock. Without looking, she did the same for Marc, grasping his throbbing cock just behind the knob and squeezing gently but firmly. He moaned.

Ilsa could no longer contain herself, still holding Leo’s cock she bent down and sucked Marg’s nipple. Marg almost passed out at the eroticism around her. The sights and sounds, the feel of four people getting ready to fuck was overwhelming.

Marc reached across Marg and joined Leo’s fingers working in Ilsa’s pussy. Marg whispered, “You want bursa escort bayan some of that don’t you. You want in her.”

Marc drove his finger up Ilsa’s pussy and breathed in Marg’s ear, “Yes, very much, are you okay with me playing with her?”

Marg’s attention was now fixed on Leo’s engorged cock, the red knob jutting out from Ilsa’s fist. “Yes, do what you want, this is crazy, but fun, want to watch you fuck her.”

Without words, Marc and Leo rose to exchange places on each side of the women. Marc sat beside Ilsa and pulled her to him, burying his face between her tits as one knee pushed up between her legs to rub on her pussy as she lifted it over his hip.

Leo was much more circumspect, sitting down without grabbing at her; he was going to wait for signs of Marg’s interest before making a move. He poured more champagne and they toasted each other again. They could hear the sounds of his wife being mauled by their landlord. He reached down for a dipper of cold water and poured it over his head. And then playfully, poured some on Marg’s tits.

Marg was torn between watching the struggles beside them and the growing signs of Leo’s lust for her. He made his first move as Marc began to go down on Ilsa, assuming the position he had done with Marg minutes earlier.

“He is one pussy hound isn’t he? Never seen a man who loved to go down on a woman as much as he,” Leo whispered as he slipped two fingers along each side of Marg’s slit rubbing and caressing erotically.

Marg turned to him while allowing her legs to be spread. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘did not think I would let him at me, but I want it now.’ Out loud she said, “He’s good, knows how to please a woman.” They kissed and she reached down between them to slide her open palm down the bottom of his long shaft. “But there are other ways,” she murmured as she wrapped her hand part way around his cock. To herself once more, ‘This will be a challenge.’

Marc had taken Ilsa to the edge with his tongue and lips and was now positioned behind her, her knees on the lower bench and bracing herself on the upper one. He was hunched up behind her and working his cock into her, clutching her tits as he worked away, his mouth roaming the back of her neck and upper arms.

To Marg, it was all so surreal, pale yellow light in a steamy room. A pair of sweating naked people groping and grunting like animals, totally oblivious to anything but their own lust. And Marg holding a cock, spreading her legs to allow this guy to finger her cunt, and wondering if this was just a fantasy.

But one could not fantasize the look in Leo’s eyes. A predator who knew the prey was his. Wild and beyond control, they spoke volumes about what was going to happen shortly.

There was really only one way to fuck in the confines of the steam room, what with another couple flailing away beside them. Leo pulled Marg to her feet in a not too gentle fashion, turned her around to assume the same doggy style position as his wife and quickly slid his big cock between her legs. He rubbed the shaft along her slit, back and forth, preparing it for entry. He fondled her ass cheeks, rubbing them and reddening them with slaps. He felt her straighten as if unsure of what was happening. He quickly worked his knob into her hole, felt her stiffen once more before relaxing and adjusting to receive him.

Leo loved this part, the feel of a tight pussy as it adjusted to him, fucking her a little with his knob, pressing harder to get in deeper, parting the folds and gaining a little depth with each thrust. He knew she was ready for more, could feel her cunt relaxing and opening and he proceeded to fuck his way into her, gaining more depth with each stroke.

He was all in her now, and his belly was slapping against her ass, faster and harder. As he felt his cum column building he reached up and grabbed her wet hair to gain traction to drive it deeper. He had the feeling that he was boring a hole in hot flesh.

Beside them, Marc had pulled his cock out of Ilsa, still oozing cum; both of them frozen still while watching Leo plunder Marg’s pussy. Marg was oblivious to anything else, crying and moaning as Leo’s big cock swooped in and out of her like a very big banana. Her head shook each time his thighs slapped against her ass.

Marg had not counted on this sort of experience. She was much bursa escort more attuned to slow erotic kissing and touching while fucking. This was animal sex and she had a violent ass clenching orgasm as Leo thrashed away at her. She lost awareness for a short time, her arms collapsing and her body pressed against the bench. She was just trying to protect herself from injury now, pushing her hands against the edge of the bench. A massive grunt from Leo, his cock jammed deep in her, and two or three belts of hot cum seared the inside of her tender vagina, and it was over.

Well, not really over, just reduced in frenzy; Leo continuing to slide his cock in and out, holding Marg’s back tight against him. He kissed her neck and shoulders, his first real sign of tenderness. Finally he pulled out and collapsed on the bench.

Marg straightened up as well, turning to sit again to find Ilsa once more at her side. They smiled weakly at each other, bodies still heaving a little, and both with cum running down their legs.

“Cool off time,” cried Marc, taking Marg’s hand and leading her outside to jump into the lake, soon followed by Ilsa and Leo. They stood in chest high water, exclaiming about the change in body temperature, but all a little too embarrassed to talk much about what had just happened.

Marg’s other group experience had been with people that she knew quite well. The sudden erotic coupling with a man she had not previously known was a little unsettling. Marc realized that she was not comfortable and suggested they return to the house.

They stood inside her bedroom and kissed softly. “May I sleep with you tonight?” he asked, “You seem a little distant now. I had hoped that you would enjoy the pleasure in the sauna, but you seem subdued. I hope that you are not offended.”

She kissed him softly and said, “Nothing happened that I did not want to happen, and I did enjoy the sex. I guess it just happened so quickly that I was not really prepared for it. But I am worn out now, and would prefer to sleep alone. Maybe you can come in the morning and wake me.”

Marc smiled and said, “Sounds like a plan. I loved our evening together. Will wake you for breakfast.” A kiss and he was gone.

Marg had a quick shower and dried off. She was glad that Marc had understood her feelings. She hurt a little from Leo’s violent fucking. Why did men with big cocks always think they had to prove it? He had reminded her of her neighbor Doug. Very little preamble or foreplay, climb on and fuck until you cum, then pull out and do something else. She much preferred the approach of her husband and Marc. Slow and gentle, drag the pleasure out until you lost it and then cuddle afterwards.

She pulled on a robe and settled into bed, sitting with her back to the headboard, and called home. Time difference would make it late evening for her husband Jim.

“Hi baby,” Jim said, “How was your day?”

“It was all very elegant and erotic for the most part,” Marg responded. “Marc makes love like you do, lots of touching and kissing, and long lasting love making. He was very tender and affectionate.”

Jim replied, “I knew that you believed that he was a nice man, or you would not have entertained the thought of screwing him. But you did say, ‘for the most part’, was there something not so nice that happened?”

Marg paused for a minute, trying to decide how to explain the sauna experience, and then said, “Well, to be blunt, we ended up the evening in a sauna, and the caretaker fucked me. He was built something like Doug if you know what I mean.”

Jim answered, “You don’t sound as if you enjoyed it. Tell me though, did you get off?”

Marg laughed, “Yes I did, big time, but it was just too damn physical. I have a sore pussy now.”

“Damn baby, we do have some stories to swap. Can hardly wait until you are home in bed with me. I have a few stories about Mary Ellen and her big white tits to talk about as well.”

Marg said goodnight, settled down to the sleep of the exhausted. The sun was just rising above the horizon next morning when she realized there was somebody in bed with her. Her ass was nestled in against a warm belly, and a hot hard cock rubbed the back of her legs. Fingers were working one nipple and a warm mouth was kissing the back of her neck and below her ears.

Marc whispered, “Let’s shower before breakfast. Must hurry though, we only have about an hour, and there are so many things I want to do with you.”

Marg reached behind her, found his hard cock and moved it between her legs. They both groaned as the knob slid along the length of her slit.

“Fuck me first,” she moaned.

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Kondo San? Pt. 03

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Of course, after such experiences, I had left for Italy full of nostalgia, longing to be in Japan again. But I did not ever think to move there for good. As someone wisely said, tourism is one thing, emigration is another. And this applies to Japan more than to many other places. To integrate in Japan, for a foreigner, is really difficult, from the cultural point of view and even more regarding the job opportunities. And it’s not just a question of bows and ideograms: that’s the less. Japanese are really very kind with foreigners, especially with Europeans and Americans, but not always with those who want to become “one of them”. They think that this, for most of the foreigners, is a too much ambitious program. A wise person would not ever try to do it. And they don’t like the unwise persons.

I had some weeks of hard times to catch up with the job, especially with the rhythm of the job. Up to the point that when I reminded those careless, hasteless moments with Masako and Yoko, in that fake but so cozy and relaxing Japanese “house”, I hardly believed I had really lived them, and not in a previous life.

So when the dust subsided and I could breath, the first thing I did was to prepare another long break in Tokio. I dropped even a possible career opportunity because it interfered with my plans. Life is made of priorities. On the other hands, I perfectionated my skills about tele-working. And since I had found that my improved skills in Japanese language were apreciated by my clients and my bosses, I had a good rationale for my superego (and my bosses too): I was planning not another long holyday, but a short advanced language course.

A language course is always a good way (and a good rationale) to make a trip, no matter where. A language is a skill, it looks well in a CV, it’s good for your culture (and your brain: the more it works, the later it will give you problems), and language courses usually last longer and cost less than any other form of travel. And to know a language doubles you chances to get out with a girl you like. The accommodation can require a bit of sportsman’s spirit (a “student’s house” is never a Hilton), but getting a bit out of your confort zone is also a healthy move, every now and then. Just a bit, of course. I am not one of those extreme-sports nuts…

This time I would not have travelled alone. There was a guy, the son af an acquaintance of mine. He was a real Japan-lover, more than I. He had graduated with a very good grade, he had asked a trip to Tokio as a prize, and the family had had to accept it, but they would have never let thim go alone.

And quite rightly. He was a nice and educated guy, but Japan is not just around the corner, in any sense. And he had just some basic notions of Japanese language, and some confuse ideas of how Japan should have been (but not necessaryly was).

While I had read “Sayonara”, the James Michener’s romantic and a bit idealized novel about Japanese women in the 50es, when I was as young as he was now, he had a real culture about “manga”, “anime” and everything. But this was not enough to face the real Japan. As it was not enough even “Sayonara”…

So they entrusted me that guy, and I took the task seriously. I talked with him, as a “sempai” can talk to a “kohai”, since he liked that kind of terms, or if you prefer, as a veteran who makes it clear to a rookie, “The young British soldier”, something alike.

“Speak English, always English, only English, your Japanese is laughable,” I told him. “Study it, as well as you can, the more you will learn their language, the more they will respect you, but their culture is not only their language, is more complex. If they ask if you know Japanese, say you know it a bit, now and forever, never boast. You’ll never be one of the boys, for them, you are a “gaijin” and so you will always be. Play your role, don’t get mad to bow as it takes, you will never learn, and nobody expects it from you. Just bow your head, show respect, they will understand you are a nice guy all the same.”

“But if I won’t become one of them, how can I find a job there?”. So THIS was his plan. Poor boy…

“That’s it: you will never find it. Why should they give a job to you, with all the guys they have? To get a place there, you must be MORE skilled than them. And you have even to find someone who understands it, and admits it, even if you are a “gaijin”. And the job rules are hell. We are socialist, compared to them. You better just forget it.”

“And what if I start my own business?”

“Columbus’s egg, ain’t it? And what to you want to do? A pizzeria? You come late, they are almost sick and tired, of how many they are. By the way, sushi and tempura are not bad, but don’t try the seaweeds, you have to be born for that… And tofu too, is like to eat cardboard, if you don’t baster it with something… Asashi beer is quite good too, sake, try it once, if you wish, but I don’t advise you. Got it?

When we got to the chapter “girls”, I had to burst other bubbles. Sempai must be cruel, sometimes. Geishas were virtually görükle escort estinct, in their traditional shape, and however they were not at all what he thought: top class escorts who followed traditional time-wasting rules of engagement before to get to bed. To die with AIDS from them was impossible, because sex was out of question, if not with their “danna”, if they still existed (but it was hard to explain him what they were: not selfless sponsors, so to say). But to die with boredom…yes it was possible, at least for an uneducated “gaijin”. As he was.

“And the…how do they say… soapland?” he asked?

I snorted. He was quite informed, after all… Japanese called them “sopurando”, with their peculiar idea of English pronunciation. Once upon a time they called them “turkish bath”, but the Turkish embassy had protested for the embarrassing linking. And they had passed to something more apolid. Land of the soap. No ambassador had ever protested for that. And not even the detergent manufacturers’ association, coming to think of it…

I interrogated him about them, and he already knew all the above, but there was a thing that he ignored. A detail. But as always is, the devil is in the details.

“Well, yes, they exist. But virtually only for japanese. Someone says that it is so because some bad American servicemen in shore leave made an epic mess in one of them, mistreated the girls, some time ago. Some other people say that’s because there is the Yakuza behind that business, and they dont like that the “gaijin” have fun with japanese girls. However, it is almost forbidden zone, for us. There is a few places where “gaijin” can enter, but they say that the girls working there are not so Japanese: Koreans, this kind of things.

“And is it right? I mean, Yakuza and the rest… “

“Right or wrong, I don’t know. Words passing by. I have a friend who was there, he speaks japanese better than I. He says it’s fine, girls are nice, they wash you, pamper you like a baby, but they are naked as when they came to the world. And if you are handy with the girls, you can make a deal for the rest. And Japanese or Koreans, the girls are dynamite. I did not go there yet.”

“And the ‘Enjo Kosài”?” he asked. I stared at him.

“What do you know about “Enjo Kosài”?

“well… I know that the translation is more or less “sponsored meeting”, or “meeting for a help”… Usually it involves students, or however very young girls…”

“Yeah. An euphemism for ‘under aged'”, I said, frowning. There is a minimum age limit for this kind of games, in my humble opinion. And however, a real woman in bed is worth two, three teenage chicks. With a woman, sex is a jam session. With a too young girl, besides the moral issues, it’s boring like to teach her to play the piano… From the scratch…

“However, It seems something like the old stories about Russian girls meeting strangers to have jeans or stockings, in the late 80es…”

“Prehistory”, I shrugged. Those days were gone. Russian girls were always there, beautiful as ever, but rules of engagement were totally changed… “And there are two difference. Then, Russian girls asked for jeans and stockings directly, as a gift, so it seemed a bit less like prostitution. Now, the girls involved in “Enjo Kosài” ask MONEY and THEN go and buy fashion stuffs, famous brands, Gucci, D&G, and not only dress, even hi-tech gadgets, the last I-phone and the like…”

“And the second difference?”

“The second one is that this jazz too is Japanese-only, even more than the other,” I said, looking at him with a sorry face. “Russian girls were eager to find strangers, Japanese girls who are in the ‘Enjo Kosài’ trade don’t even look at you, if you are a ‘gaijin’. They do not approach anybody directly, as the Russians did. They put insertions in some magazines, or on the Internet, but only in Japanese. Because they look for rich and even mature Japanese, most of the time. And you are neither. And so am I. It’s not our turf, at all.”

“But then, what can we do? What did you do? Did you picked up?” He was dismayed.

“Oh, well…”

“Oh, got it!” he smiled. “How it happened?”

“Uh, like… I swear, it’s been just chance..”

So, in spite of the sacred rule “a gentleman enjoys and keeps mum”, I reported him about my intimate adventures in the land of the rising sun. Without giving too much details, of course, but, I showed him my score. At the end, he was looking at me in quite another way. Well, better envied than pitied, right?

“And… Would it be possible to know those girls?”

“Yes… But don’t get wrong, no mental wanking, they are not…”

“They are not nuns, that’s for sure… Then? Can we meet them?”

“I can try… But don’t make me look bad, got the picture? Or else…”

“I got it: it takes style, style… Even for…”

“That’s it!”

Of course Masako and Yoko knew that I was coming there, and both were impatient to see me again (well, say “see me”…). When my “kohai” joined the party, I informed Masako bursa escort bayan by phone, with a bit of embarrassment. I was not sure at all it has been a good idea to share with him our own personal deals, and even less sure the he would have acted properly with her and Yoko. But Masako was not so worried, let alone angered for my indiscretion.

“Is your friend an Italian?” she asked me, very interested.

“Of course,” I said.

“Then it’s all right. How old is he?”

“Quite younger than me. And virtually a ‘doutei’, I guess.” I said. ‘Doutey’ was the japanese term for a male who never had a woman. And I was almost sure, although we did not discuss the item, that my “kohai” fell in that cathegory. Not the kind of latin lover, or Casanova, or Don Giovanni whatsoever. Not at all.

“Is he an ‘otaku’?” chuckled Masako. She had got the point, spot on. “Otaku” is the japanese “hard”, “extreme” version of “nerd”. A poor guy with zero social life, up to the point that he doesn’t even look for it anymore: hidden in his room, DVD, videogames, ‘manga’, ‘animè’ more or less unproper for kids, that king of guy. And my “friend” was more or less the same. A swot, a geek, you name it… An “otaku” with a graduation.

“I’m afraid yes…” I gravely confirmed her thesis. “And he is in love with Japan. This is the journey of his life, for him. And I am his ‘sempai’ in this journey. I have to take care of him.”

“Well, you are a good potential ‘sempai’, don’t worry. You have the right age, and the right mind for it. That’s why I like you.”

“Only for that?” I ask.

“Don’t be kinky, now,” she giggled. But her voices had become more “kinky” too. She thought what I was thinking… “long nose, long spear”…

“That is… Don’t treat him bad… I beg you to be patient with him…”

“No worry,” she giggled again. I had used the formula with which a newcomer introduced himself (herself) to a group. Name and surname, eventualy the job qualification, and then I-beg-you-to-be -patient-with-me… In Japanese, of course… “We will have a good time together!”

“I thought to introduce him to Yoko,” I said. “what about that?”

“A good idea. I will tell her about it.”

“But thell her too that she is not obliged to do anything. If he misbehaves, if he pushes his hands too far… she can say “no”, no doubt, absolutely…”

“No worry. Call me when you arrive.”

To say that my joung friend/kohai was ‘in love with Japan’ was not an exaggeration at all. He loved everything of it. To go to Japan, for him, was like to go to the Mecca for a muslim. And regardless of my sad but true words, he was still enthusiast to go there. He looked around himself on the plane, full of Japanese girls coming back home from Rome, as if he was in something between a temple and a pastry shop. They were mostly nice, even very nice in some cases, but I showed very more self control than him. And it was not so hard, since he showed almost no self control at all.

“Have you ever seen more beautiful girls?” he moaned. I did not look at him.

“I have seen many girls as beautiful as these, and maybe more. Where I was younger than you are.”

“And where?”

“Russia,” I said. Like a veteran can say the name of a battle. Only the name. Don’t ask for more.

And that had beed my baptism of fire…

So when we met with Masako and Yoko, my friend fell in love with Yoko, and I was not surprised at all. She was his platonic ideal of little japanese girl: short black hair, childish face, graceful manners, shyness, and a little body with all it took, just a bit small. She too liked him at first sight, since he showed all his skills of “nice guy”. The only ones he had, but the kind of skills the japanese girls love. Quite often, Japanese girls dislike the ‘gaijin”, because they speak too loud, raised their voices, move the hands more than Japanese are used to do. An attitude the girls found worrisome. But my friend was calm, shy and gentle. And he was looking at her as if he was in love already.

And indeed, he was.

We got the chance of being there in the “sakura week”, the time were the cherry blossom season arrived in Tokio. We visited a big park, renown for its cherry trees. It was wonderful, like some HD, almost fluorescent picture. The girlish bowl hair cut of Yoko was wonderful on that background. Especially in profile.

I remembered “The last samurai”. Not Tom cruise, and not only that quip of the surrounded warlord who joked about the enemies: “they refuse to surrender!”… The talk of the warlord about the cherry flowers. We see them at the top of their beauty, but in fact they are dying, as all of us. That is, they are dying as flowers, they have almost made their job, then the fruits will come, another deal. But they are wonderful, perfect, all the same. Think about it… How to be mortals and perfect, or at least with your mind at ease, at the same time…

Since my friend was not yet tired of Japanese cuisine after the first days in the refectory of the school, bursa escort we went in a little Japanese restaurant to eat. Masako and Yoko, laughing a bit, got him not to eat some “too much Japanese” food (something I would have eaten only in case of prolonged war), but the rest was absolutely fine.

Even the lady who managed the restaurant was kind enough to praise my Japanese. I thought she did it for professional courtesy, to please the customer. But Masako and Yoko insisted that my “nihon-go” was the best they ever listened by a “gaijin”. Sure they did not know so many “gaijin” (especially Yoko), but, these are things you’re always glad to hear…

The only problem between my friend and Yoko was that he spoke a very bad Japanese, and she spoke so-so English. So every now and then they asked me and Masako to translate something. It was a way to chat as any other, anyway. Do you like this, do you dislike that, have you seen this film, have you heard that song… Nothing trascendental, but when you talk with a girl, it’s not compulsory to talk about quantum mechanics and the meaning of life (that is, I would avoid it, if I were in your shoes). And however, as someone said, words do not matter, the music matters…

And when the music ended, Yoko spoke a bit in Japanese, low voice, with Masako, and looked smiling to my friend. He had definitely passed the test.

When we got to the love hotel, my friend thought that Yoko would have asked a room for their own, but Yoko wanted to be with Masako, and with me. Even Masako had nothing against it. Before the war, Japanese of both sex, not necessarily relatives, had bath together in the public baths, or in the “onsen”, natural warm water springs (HOT water springs, usually) spread throughout the Country. And if the Americans had “suggested” a minor promiscuity, the mood was still more or less the same. We were friends, nothing to hide, so what?

My friend surrendered: his desire to be with Yoko was stronger than his sense of privacy. And Yoko had no such problems: me and Masako had already seen her naked…

Yoko would have loved if we had had the shower all together, but the shower room was too small for four persons, so she an my friend went there first. Very soon whe heard Yoko laugh, yelp and mutter while my friend groped her beneath the showering water. Surely she did not do what she was doing out of sense of duty, to take care of my friend while Masako and me had a good time. The person who chooses to sacrifies himself for the harmony of the group… There is even a word for this role, in Japanese, but I did not get to remember what…

“Undress me,” said Masako. “Let’s start without them…”

“Don’t you want to have a shower, first?” I wondered. I thought it was a dogma, a categorical imperative: first the shower, then the sex. She shook her head, smiling at me.

“‘Watashi wa tottemo shitai’… I want it so much…”

She wanted it so much that she asked me to take her, as soon as she was naked, without any foreplay. “Ima siyo”, fuck me now. Of course, when she was naked, I had what it took ready to use. And I realized that she really did not need foreplays. She was soft, warm, relaxed, drenched of her mild “kanjuru”…I took her face to face, but after a while, she changed his mind.

“‘Kooseii’… ‘Bakku siyo’… from behind… please…”

So, when Yoko and my friend came out of the bathroom, Masako were on all four and I stood right behind her. She said a word to Yoko, and Yoko gleefully put herself on all four too, close to her, and asked my friend to take her that way. My friend exitated a bit, but then he nodded and moved. A nice Japanese girl gives herself to you, free of charge, and you think about privacy? Sex, please! We are NOT British!

We fucked them in the same way, at the same moment, with the same rithm. And they liked it very much. They showed it to us the usual ways, whining and wailing and moaning and yelping as poor beaten cubs. Something heart-breaking, if we wouldn’t have known that they had asked us for it. In fact, as soon as we got off them, they smiled at us, and started “cleaning” our dicks, knelt, each one facing her winner male. I was satisfied, of course, but my friend was into ecstasy. Yoko had been quite clever, with me, last time, but maybe Masako had given her other lessons. Or maybe she had really a natural talent, besides having a very good teacher for technicalities (“sans tecnique le don n’est rien q’une sale manie”: without technics, the talent is only a dirty madness…).

Shortly, not only he was ready to move again well before me., but he simply threw himself over Yoko, and she greeted him with no problems, just with an “oh!” of amused surprise, before to start yelping again under his blows. Any order was gone, but nobody cared too much. We had gone along altogether like a coreography for too long. To go on that way would have been boring…

Masako kept on “cleaning” my dick and playing with it, till I “went” in her mouth, and Yoko greet the “seishi” of my friend in her womb again, with joy. She wispered something to him, and then he hugged her strongly, almost until it hurted her, rolled with her until he had her over himself and kissed her on her mouth, with all the feelings. Regardless of what she was “cleaning” a few minutes before. “That’s amore”, I thought.

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Tori’s Restaurant Love Ch. 02

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It has been a whirlwind few weeks. A few weeks ago I was only fucking Andrew in my head. But since Andrew and mine’s first sexual encounter in the alley behind the restaurant that has all changed. What was once only in my dreams, has now been played out in real life many times.

Besides the amazing sex, Andrew makes me feel special, beautiful, and wanted like I have never felt before. I come from a great family, whom loves me very much. But they have to love me and tell me that I am beautiful. Andrew chooses to! He makes sure that I know that I am the only girl for him.

Andrew and I spend as much time as we can together. We sleep over most nights at each other’s apartments. Actually he is over here at my place right now. He is still asleep in my bed. We had a long and busy night at the restaurant. We skipped going out afterwards with the others like we do. We have also managed to keep our romance quiet at work and with our friends and family. I was not planning on having a relationship with anyone I work with. I want to be sure this is going to work and I am not sure how this will affect my authority as head chef and just want to be careful until we are ready for everyone to know.

It is eight in the morning and I am making his favorite breakfast from his childhood, only with a twist. Including hummingbird pancakes (made with bananas, pineapples and pecans, topped with whip cream), and sausage links. I have coffee brewing. All the smells from breakfast are mixing in the air making it smell so good in here!

I am wearing nothing but his t-shirt and my glasses of course. My hair is a mess from our fucking the night before, but I tried to use my fingers to somewhat tame it.

I have my favorite band, “The Civil Wars,” playing on my iPod. One of my favorite songs of theirs, “Poison and Wine,” is filling the kitchen. I am swaying back and forth getting lost in the heart wrenching lyrics of a troubled couple. “You only know what I want you to know. I know everything you don’t want me to. Your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine. You think your dreams are the same as mine……Oh I don’t love you, but I always will. Oh I don’t love you, but I always will….”

“What more could a man ask for first thing in the morning?” Andrew says, startling me. “Breakfast, coffee, and a sexy girl in my t-shirt” then whistles at me.

I turn around to see Andrew standing in the kitchen doorway wearing his black and grey lounge pants with a devious look on his face. His eyes were glowing like fire, filled with lust. His soft, delightful lips slightly parted, ready to be ravished. I can see his happy trail leading to a delicious place that I have come to know very well. My mouth went dry at the divine sight of him.

“Is it ready? Man I am famished.” He says with a devilish smile on his face. He knows good and well what I am hungry for now and it isn’t food. But two can play that game.

“If you are talking about breakfast, then yes it is.” I say turning on my heel and begin making our plates and cups of coffee. “Did you sleep well? I know I did, I always sleep better when you are in my bed. Especially right after great sex!”

“You do? You must have slept very well last night then.” He says with a wink and a crooked smile. Man I love his mouth and the things he does with it.

I walk over to the kitchen island where Andrew is sitting and sit down our coffee, then our plates of pancakes and sausage. As I sat down I made sure to touch him with my ass lightly. “As a matter of fact I did sleep very well last night, thank you very much. Now eat up my hungry man!”

We sit next to each other lightly touching each other every once in a while. I took my finger and dragged it across the whip cream topping on my pancakes and slowly licked it off my finger, watching him the whole time. I could see him shift and knew I was getting to him. However Andrew was trying to hide it. I picked up one of my sausage links and began sucking the juices off of it. I was enjoying every tantalizing moment of teasing him. This went on for a few more minutes, until Andrew couldn’t take it any longer.

Andrew stood up and turned me around in my stool so he is standing between my legs and staring deep into my eyes. I could see he was very turned on. His erection was tenting his lounge pants and was getting ever closer to my now moist pussy. He starts to reach his hand toward my face. Thinking he was going to tuck my hair behind my ear like he usually does before kissing me. I was surprised as he kept reaching. He leans into me and gets some whip cream from my pancakes and brings his fingertip to my mouth.

“Open,” Andrew demands.

He is sexy as hell when he is demanding. I open my mouth and he slips his finger in.

“Now, suck on it.” He continues in his stern voice.

I do as I am told and begin licking and sucking his finger. It tasted sweet. Andrew ran his other hand up and down my thigh. Each time he was getting closer and closer to my increasingly aching womanhood. görükle escort He gets more whip cream on his finger. This time putting it below my ear, then licked it off with his silken tongue.

“Raise your arms up.” Andrew tells me. I again do as he demands. He then lifts the shirt off me and throws it over to the side somewhere. Leaving me completely exposed. My C cup breasts are now bare and my nipples grow hard, as the cool air from the fan above brushes over them.

He continues putting whip cream on my collar bone, where I have a tattoo with a few small birds flying away, and then he licks the whip cream off and then kisses each bird. This makes me smile.

Then Andrew moves down to my milky white, supple breasts. He takes his time to tease each nipple, licking and sucking one after the other. His mouth on my breasts feels exquisite and I begin to moan as he nips them gently. He continues rubbing his hands on my inner thighs softly, which gives me goose bumps all over my body.

Then he grabs my waist and lifts me up to the counter. He must have moved my plate at some point, I didn’t even notice. He then puts the whip cream on his finger again. He gives me a soft gentle kiss. I am reeling at the thought of where he is going with his finger this time. Then he slowly slips it into my tight hot pussy.

He is being such a tease with this pace though. It is taking all the power within me to not take control. Instead I succumb to his pace and just allow him to make a meal out of me. I tangle my hands in his hair while Andrew continues to invade my mouth with his tongue. I begin biting and tugging on his bottom lip. I hear him groan. Andrew slips in another finger and begins pumping them faster and using his thumb to work my clit. This is more my speed!

“Andrew! That feels so good. Yeah…. Keep it up.” I begged him.

I take one of my hands and slowly trace his neck, shoulder, chest with my fingertips. Finding my way to his happy trail that leads me to that place I love! I untie the string on his lounge pants and gently tug as they fall to the floor. Andrew steps out of them and kicks them away. I begin groping his perfect ass. I run my fingernails up to his back and back down again finding my way to his happy trail again. This time I followed it all the way down and wrapped my small hands around his big hard cock and started pumping. The faster I pumped his fat shaft, the faster his fingers worked my pussy.

“Tori you are so fucking sexy you know that don’t you?” He said as we continued kissing and as he kept finger fucking me and playing with my clit.

“Yes, I am beginning to believe that. You make me feel sexy.” I confessed as I was fighting back an orgasm that I felt building.

Andrew must have sensed that I was on the verge of coming and quickly withdrew his fingers and plunged his face into my near orgasmic pussy. He was sucking on my clit hard and working it with his tongue. As I began to cum he started to lick up the juices that were flowing out of me. I held onto his head keeping him in place at my pussy as I screamed in ecstasy. He kept licking and sucking as my body began writhing around as waves of pleasure swept over my body.

As my body began calming down Andrew looked up at me with a twinkle in my eye and a huge smile on his face and said, “My turn!” Andrew grabbed my waist and put me down off the counter. Making sure I was steady on my feet, before sitting on the stool.

“It would be my pleasure, Sir!” I said coyly, as I began sinking to my knees.

I held his huge cock in my petite hand, and then I remembered the whip cream. I think he needs payback for earlier. I stand up and he grabs me.

“Where do you think you are going?” He asks.

“I decided I was hungry for more than your cock.” I answered with a smile, as I reached out for the whip cream on his plate.

“Ooooohhh this is going to be excruciating and wonderful all at the same time. You are so naughty.” Andrew replied, while leaning back against the counter.

I then put some of the whip cream on his mouth and kissed him lightly and licked the rest of his lips. Next I put some on his nipples and sucked it off. Moving down to his happy trail, I put some in his navel and licked it clean. Then I took some more whip cream and put it all down his trail, which leads to my happy place! Slowly I began licking, back and forth, up and down, until I found myself at his big, beautiful cock.

By now Andrew is moaning and pawing at me, but I am not done with him yet. I take some more of the whip cream and lightly put it on the tip, down the shaft, and base of his cock. I leave it there while I hold his balls and begin to lick his taint. I suck on each ball, while watching him watch me. I can see in his eyes he has been tortured enough, so I let go.

I finally pay attention to what he has wanted me to, and begging me to with his eyes. Beginning at the base I take all of the whip cream into my mouth with one big lick. bursa escort bayan Then slowly wrap my mouth around him taking most of him into my mouth the first time. Then come up to only suck on the head for a few moments.

“Fuck baby! You are too good to me! Your mouth is incredible!” Andrew barely gets out before I take him into my mouth again. Then I begin an assault on his big cock. Sucking and licking his big cock over and over again. I am relentless and get him right to the edge of orgasm then stop.

“What are you doing? I was almost their baby! Don’t stop.” He said with smoldering eyes.

“I don’t know if I am hungry anymore. You’re going to have to beg me if you want me to finish.” I explained as I lightly flicked my tongue on the tip of his cock. “You want more?”

“Yes, I want you to suck my big fat cock until you make me cum, then I want you to drink my cum and swallow every drop of it!” He yelled. Then he continued softly, “Please and thank you!”

“OK since you said it so nicely, I will give you what you want.” Then I began sucking his cock again.

I was down to his balls, gagging. I was very proud that I made it. Andrew stood up and held onto my head and I could feel him hitting the back of my throat as he fucked my face. I grabbed his ass and held on as he went faster and faster. I could feel him beginning to swell in my mouth. I knew he was getting ready to blow his load, so I held on tight.

“Ooohhh Fuck Tori!!!” He screamed as he blew his load and came in my mouth with great force.

As I took in all his cum and swallowed, Andrew grunted and said, “That’s right, be a good girl and swallow all of it baby”

He pumped a few more times as the last little bit of his seed seeped into my waiting mouth. He lifted me up onto my feet. I thought to myself, a job well done if I do say so myself. Andrew tilted my head up and kissed me tenderly and lightly rubbed my back and shoulders.

Then with a swat to my ass says, “You are a very bad girl, teasing me like you do. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Back at you honey. I Love you.” I whispered into his ears, as I rub the stinging on my ass. “I cooked, now you clean.” Then kissed him on the cheek and walked away.

This is what it was like most days we were together. We were playful and loved to tease each other. But we could be serious and tender to. I think variety and having fun is what makes a great couple. At least from my limited experience, that is what seems to work for us.

Later that day Andrew and I went to the restaurant to get ready for the day. I was on cloud nine. First from the great fucking the night before and now the playful morning we had. I could not help but have a smile on my face. I have never been happier in my life.

After we prepped for dinner, it was time to present tonight’s menu to the wait staff. When I walked out to the dining room I stopped dead in my tracks. There at the table with the rest of the wait staff and owner, sat a new waitress. She’s tall and I could tell from her athletic build that she takes care of herself. She has dark blue eyes that look like the ocean, ruby red lips, and long curly blond hair.

I felt flushed immediately. I needed to compose myself so I can tell them about the dinner menu. As I was explaining the various dishes to the staff and as they tasted everything I was trying not to watch the new waitress. But watching her put the fork of my food in her mouth and seeing her enjoy it was very hot. I was drawn to her mouth and the way she licked them after a few bites. The way she closed her eyes, moaned slightly and tilted her head back was so hot. It was almost like she was trying to be sensual.

Finally they had tasted everything and would be able to talk to the customers about tonight’s menu from firsthand experience. I could not get out of the front of the house quick enough. I went out the back door to cool down for a minute after… after… well whatever that was.

I decided to just brush it off. Maybe it’s just my hormones or something. It isn’t a big deal. Then I went back inside to start our busy service. I could not wait to get off and meet with the usual crowd of friends and co-workers at the diner. My nerves were shot and I needed to unwind.

At the end of the night Andrew kissed me and told me he wasn’t going to the diner tonight. He has some stuff to do in the morning and needed to get to bed. So I went on to the diner by myself. It is your typical 50’s style diner. They got an old school jukebox playing random music. They have the best hamburgers and fries! It really hits the spot after a long busy night.

When I got there it was pretty dead. There were a couple old guys that are regulars here, at the counter drinking coffee and eating pie. Over in a corner booth was some teenagers that I have not seen before. Then there was our crazy bunch.

“Hi everyone!” I yell at them from the door when I spot them at our usual table.

Everybody bursa escort was there; Andrew’s Brother Chris, Johnnie a chef from another restaurant, Sammy a cook and Andrea a waitress both from the restaurant……and….. oh my god it’s her!!!!

It is the new waitress. How, why, what…… I can’t even complete my thoughts as I begin to feel my cheeks heat and my pussy start to tingle. I guess Andrea must have invited her to come along. This will be an interesting night. Let’s see how this goes. I hope I don’t make a fool out of myself. I am thinking as I figure out where to sit. Then the new girl stands up.

“Hi my name is Olivia, the new girl. You can sit by me if you want.” She tells me, with a southern drawl and pleasant smile. I stare at her mouth as she talks to me. Then she grabs my hand and tugs gently, pulling me to the table.

“Sure, I guess. It is nice to officially meet you Olivia. I am Tori.” I tell her.

So I slide in the big corner booth where Olivia was sitting and she sits beside me. Andrews brother Chris on my right side and Olivia is on my left side. Johnnie, Sammy, and Andrea are across from me.

We all order our food and drinks. Olivia is telling us about herself. She is from the south somewhere, which is obvious by her accent. She moved here to get out of her little bitty town that’s filled with a bunch of busy bodies. She doesn’t like people knowing all her business she said. Then she immediately put her hand on my leg and squeezed, which of course sends a chill up my spine. What is she trying to say? There seems to be a hidden message here somewhere.

We are talking about work stuff and life in general. Then Johnnie begins telling us some hilarious story about a girl he went out on a date with recently, that went horribly bad. As Johnnie tells his story, Olivia begins rubbing my leg with her hand. Up and down slowly getting closer to my inner thighs and then closer to my now wet pussy. Oh my god, her touch feels so good.

I look around and see if anyone notices what she is doing and they are oblivious. Thank Goodness. How can I be feeling like this? I love Andrew and I am not into women. But she has got me so heated right now. I keep picturing her in my bed, kissing me….licking me….

“Yum this looks so good guys, you all have found a gem of a place!” Olivia says, interrupting my thoughts.

Relieved that the food is here I begin eating my burger and fries. Hopefully Olivia will leave me alone now. However, that isn’t the case. While she doesn’t have her hand on my leg anymore, she keeps licking the juice and salt off her fingers, ever so slowly. I notice Johnnie and Chris checking her out. I mean the girl is smoking hot and she is making a meal out of her fingers. It helps that she has mad sucking skills which are obvious now to. She has me so distracted and turned on; I can barely eat my food.

Finally everyone is finished and Johnnie tries to get Olivia to leave with him. But Olivia turns him down with her southern charm. So him and Chris leaves, with what appear to be some discomfort after that display Olivia just put on.

Andrea looks at Sammy; they have been hooking up for a couple months, and say, “You ready to go to my place? I know I am!” She says with promise in her eyes. Then they head off together.

“Well Olivia, I am going to head home to. It was nice hanging out with you. You should come back. I think you were a hit!” I tell her. I slide out from the booth and head to the door.

“Yeah I think I will be back. Did you walk here? If so I can walk with you, I am close by, over by the restaurant actually and don’t like to be by myself this late at night.” Olivia confesses to me, as she follows me out of the diner. She does look scared, but there is something else to, but I’m not sure what.

“Sure, I live a block down from the restaurant, so that’s perfect.” I tell her. Then she grabs my hand and tells me thank you.

As we are walking she is telling me more about her family back home. I tell her about mine as well. We had pretty similar lives growing up. She is very nice to talk with about that stuff and she understands small town life.

As we get in front of her place she lets go of my hand and turns to me, places her hands around my waist and says, “Well Tori, thank you for walking with me. It has been nice talking with you and getting to know you more. I would like to get to know you even better though.”

Then she leans in and kisses me. Her mouth is just as soft and gentle as I imagined. Her tongue invaded my mouth as I opened it to invite her in. She tastes like cherries. I get lost in the embrace. Her hands are groping my ass and pulling me into her. But I quickly come to reality and realize what I am doing. I can’t do this, not to Andrew.

So I pull away and tell her, “I am sorry if I have led you on or anything, but I have a boyfriend that I love very much and I just can’t do this to him. I think you are gorgeous and really nice. But…. I just can’t.”

“Tori, you are a lovely girl and I am not surprised that you are seeing someone. I would be surprised if you weren’t actually.” Olivia asks me.

I don’t know what to think. “If you know I am with someone then why are you hitting on me?” I ask her back.

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This chapter finishes the honeymoon and begins to get serious. Some chapters (like this one) will be more story based and others more sexual in nature. I hope you enjoy both aspects. Feedback and constructive comments desired.

Geran and Nicole – Chapter 3 – Honeymoon pt 2

Nicole’s Story:

I had been thinking about the fights since the last time. Eventually I told him I wanted to do some no-rules fighting later. He gave me some info and I asked a ton of questions. Part way through our discussion he placed his hand on my bare thigh and slowly rubbed it. I figured he wasn’t doing any harm and decided not to piss him off so I let him fondle my leg. Stupid decision. He was rubbing subtle poisons and sedatives into my skin.

After dinner Mist led us downstairs to the private club. I was to do a three round match. Geran was led to a special VIP seating and I was led to a locker room to get undressed and get ready. I was excited to be in a no holds barred fight. Being nude while doing it was icing on the cake. Since losing my virginity I was becoming a real exhibitionist and on my way to a full-fledged nymphomaniac. I wanted Geran almost constantly.

I entered the ring and sized up my opponent. She was fairly attractive and about four inches taller than me. The bell rang and the match started. I was a little disappointed as I beat her extremely quickly with a flurry of punches and kicks.

The second girl was much beefier and took me a round and a half to beat her. I had a big drink of water and used a towel to wipe some of the sweat from my chest and belly. I waved at Geran. My third opponent came into the ring. She was about 5’10” and looked very strong. This match should be more challenging to gain my third knock out.

We did the hand shake and went back to our corners to wait for the bell. While we were doing that a cage was lowered onto the ring. No one said anything about a cage match. The ref was outside the ring and announced to the crowd this was a death match which got the crowd roaring. Well, I suppose I could handle that. This doofy bitch wasn’t going to beat me.

Geran and I were both active during the fight so I have to tell the rest of the story from our memories and from watching the videos taken of the fight.

Geran had noticed in the second fight my reflexes were a bit slower and got extremely concerned when the cage came down. My opponent came running at me in the ring and she and I exchanged several punches. She got the better of me and grabbed my ponytail and threw me into the cage. I bounced off of the grill like a wet rag. My vision was getting a little blurry and I was getting dizzy.

She grabbed my throat and crotch and lifted me over her head before slamming me face first into the mat. She held my body in place with my face and upper chest pressed into the mat and her arm over my thighs bending my body over my head nearly breaking my back. I later learned the move was called a leg hook camel clutch. Yippee. I was kept that way while she would put more pressure on my thighs causing my spine to creak at the snapping point. After a minute or two of that she began punching me as hard as she could in my stretched belly. I wanted to double over but couldn’t break her hold.

Geran was locked in the VIP room and was trying to bash down the door when gas began seeping into the room. He let loose with a massive blast of power sending glass and steel flying everywhere.

I was crying and in so much pain I couldn’t think straight. She pushed down hard on my thighs and I heard my back bones crack. I felt her rough fingers grab my nipple and squeeze. I was trying to scream but couldn’t get any air. She gave one last squeeze and literally crushed my nipple. I felt blood squirt out of it and almost lost consciousness. I felt another hard punch to my gut and then she and I went tumbling as Geran smashed into her.

He kicked her throat hard enough to drop her but not hard enough to kill. While she was gasping for air he pinched and crushed her clitoris like she did to my nipple. His face had an evil cruel smile as he got ready to really begin tearing into her.

“STOP!!!” Papa Mist had appeared in the ring. Geran turned towards him and started walking towards him. “Stop child! You don’t know whom you’re messing with!”

Geran’s evil smile grew. “I’m dealing with a dead man who caused my wife to be hurt in a rigged match. You are a shaman / witchdoctor with some exceptional spell casting abilities. I am Conquest!”

Geran was now face to face with Mist. He reached out and placed his hands on either side of Mist’s head and slammed another power blast through his skull. He then gently picked me up and teleported us back to the hotel.

We spent the next thirty six hours in the hotel where he doted over me constantly. It was almost embarrassing how he took care of me.

He did leave once to go raid Mist’s office. He came back with three mystic tomes he said were pretty important and powerful. He could only read parts of them and I figured he’d be görükle escort busy translating when he had time.

He showed them to me. “This one is called the Book of Eibon. It’s supposed to have a lot of useful stuff in it. This next one is a book on Demonology and Angelical Orders. I have no idea what this third book is but if you put your hand on it you can feel the power coming from it.”

I placed my hand on the cover. “I don’t feel anything. They really stink though. Can you wrap them in something?”

“Yeah. They almost smell like rotted flesh. I’ll call our driver to go buy some waterproof aluminum cases. Maybe some plastic wrap, too. Remind me to tip him extra well when we leave. How’s your belly doing?”

I flexed it. “It barely hurts anymore. You should let me out of bed.” I told him knowing the answer.

“Not until tomorrow morning.”

“Well, then get in beside me and hold me while your fragile little sister recuperates.” I pulled back the sheet for him giving him a good look at my naked body. He got undressed and slid in beside me kissing my ear and gripping one of my breasts. “Don’t start something you can’t finish BIG brother.”

We had already found out both of us had more erogenous zones than humans. Our ears were very sensitive. Mine more than his. He had made me cum before by tonguing my ear.

“Nicole, you may be little but you’re the perfect size for me. And I love how your nipples are nearly always erect.”

We rolled onto our sides and spooned fitting my 5 foot frame tightly against his six foot plus body. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. I felt him fall asleep and probed his mind a little to get him erect and keep him asleep. I got both his dicks inside me and then made the heads bigger and put a mental lock on everything so he would stay in me while we slept. I left our minds lightly touching and drifted off as well.

The next morning we woke up at the same time and he was still inside me. It felt wonderful. Apparently he thought so as well because within a few minutes I was under him with my ass in the air while he fucked me roughly. I have to confess, I liked anal and I liked having two cocks in e even more.

After he came inside me we cuddled for a few minutes and then he pulled out of me. It literally felt like a vital part of my body and soul was missing when he did that. I’m not certain if it was my succubus nature coming to the surface but I was becoming absolutely addicted to sex.

We showered, had breakfast and Geran packed a small bag with some extra clothes. “We’re going into the hills today to practice fighting with our new abilities. I have a feeling we’re going to need them.” He looked a little grim.

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“What is that bitch trying to do?” the first member hissed.

“She’s obviously trying to control the game. Like always. She managed to get her two brats to break the first two seals just by fucking. Horsemen never have sex with each other. They never breed. These two could breed and who knows what their offspring would be.” This came from a hovering pool of shadows.

The third entity looked angry. “The easiest way to thwart her is to murder one of her offspring. There ARE ways to kill even a Horseman albeit very difficult. They are much more vulnerable than she will ever be.”

The other two agreed.

The shadows commented, “You never know. She may have them out there as bait. Only she is clever and insane enough to use something as powerful as a Horseman as a lure to get to us. Or others. There are many more powers besides ourselves preparing to eliminate them. Perhaps we should lend some skill, knowledge, and leverage to some of them and see how she reacts prior to our engagement.”

There were murmurs of consent and the three began discussing prospects.

Geran’s Story:

I was concerned. I knew Mom was keeping a lot of information from us. Information that might be crucial to our survival. I could see Heaven, Hell, and everything in between rising up against us to prevent the Apocalypse. We needed to know how much influence we had in shaping the Apocalypse. Could we make a few selective changes and be done with it? Or would we end up pushing the world towards Armageddon just to eliminate our enemies and get the job done? Papa Mist was just the first move in this game.

It was extremely difficult to concentrate on our official duties however. Seriously, how can anyone concentrate with an incredibly gorgeous female offering her body to you at all times? The pheromones she gave off were enough to keep me in a perpetual state of arousal. Add to that my incubus blood and it was an absolute miracle we had enough will power to stop fucking for even a minute.

We were in our limo heading for a deserted area to practice our new demonic fighting skills. I was very curious about the angelic ones but Mom had locked those off and I hadn’t figured out how to get around her barriers in my mind.

Nicole was looking out the window and I was gazing bursa escort bayan lustfully and lovingly at her. She was wearing a sports bra and tight spandex shorts. Her skin was deeply tanned and flawless. She was incredibly toned but not ripped or bulked. Those luscious dark nipples were poking through her top, erect as always. Her magnificent boobs were held in place by her top. They were C cups just barely below a D cup and perfect. Those long legs that were incredibly shapely and strong. I could still feel them wrapped around me. I couldn’t see her ass but it was tight and yummy. Her long, dark, thick hair was in a high bouncy ponytail. She looked over at me and smiled knowing I was nearly drooling.

“See something you like?” she asked coyly.

“You are the most beautiful woman ever.” I whispered.

She actually blushed. “How much longer until we get wherever we’re going?”

I checked the GPS. “Only about ten more minutes.”

“That’s plenty of time!” She lunged across the seat and yanked my shorts down. Her mouth swallowed my larger cock and her hands were stroking the other one. I knew she was trying to make me cum before we got there so I relaxed and watched her perform erotically. She made me cum, swallowed it all, and had my pants back in place just as we pulled into an open field. She gave me a deep kiss and swirled some leftover semen into my mouth. I could care less about the Apocalypse. I just wanted to be with her every second.

We reluctantly separated and got out of the car. The one ability that kept flashing in our minds was creating sword like objects from our blood. A quick nip on our wrists and we grew the blood blades. We were surprisingly good at using them although Nicole was a little better than I was. We practiced until lunch.

“Let’s take a break and eat. I’m getting hungry.” I told her.

“Shit yeah! I’m famished!”

Jerome had laid out a large blanket and picnic for us. We asked him to join us and after some arguing he finally agreed.

Nicole began peppering him with questions. “Did you have special training to be a bodyguard?”

“Yes. I trained with several mercenary groups in Africa. I protected several families over there before coming here to protect the people who could really pay for my services. I suppose I’ve become more mercenary than bodyguard now.” He had a very deep rumbly voice.

“Kill anyone?”

“In Africa, yes. I haven’t had to even hurt anyone here.”

“What kind of weapons are you carrying?” Nicole was being relentless. I did notice she was using the interrogation as an excuse to stare at his physique. He was very ripped and his bicep was about the same size as her waist.

He began pulling out guns, knives, small grenades, a wire garrote, some vials of poisons, and a few other nasties. She poked through some of them. “Show me how to use a few of these.”

For the next couple of hours he showed us (primarily her) how to use some of the more subtle weapons. He used the opportunity to have her body pressed against his when he could. She was eating up the attention and made certain I was watching when she pressed or rubbed against him. She made us take off our shirts so she more eye candy.

I could tell she was getting to her bursting point and suggested we try out the power blasts a little so she could cool down.

I was better at blasting than she was. We found we could vary the intensity but they were draining and we only managed about ten shots before we couldn’t do any more. The blood blades didn’t drain us at all so we practiced with them the rest of the day. Jerome had a katana in the trunk and showed us several very helpful moves.

I also practiced teleporting. I could ‘port to the hotel and back easily. Holding Nicole tightly I managed to teleport us both to the hotel and back. Then I was completely worn out.

Almost. Nicole jumped me as soon as the door closed and fucked me senseless on the drive back. Our minds were linked while she rode me and 98% of the time she was thinking of me. The other two percent were brief thoughts of Jerome, Vince, and even Homerun Allen. Very surprising to me was the fact I got even more turned on thinking about being able to watch her climaxing on someone else’s dick.

I knew she would never leave me and I certainly wasn’t going to leave her so our relationship was strong. Occasional sex with another partner might be fun. I definitely wanted to get Celeste into bed if Nicole was open to it.

We got back to the hotel and thanked Jerome. We made plans to repeat our training tomorrow and headed up to our room.

Nicole peeled off her clothes and headed for the shower. “Order room service – surf & turf for me – then help me in the shower. And yes you can fuck Celeste, but I really don’t want to fuck any other guys. You’re everything for me. Unless it would turn you on and then I would do it for you. But not right now and we’d need to discuss it in GREAT detail first.”

I stood with my mouth open for a minute until I heard bursa escort the water start. I called room service and stammered my way through an order and joined her in the shower.

“No funny stuff,” I warned her. “Our meals will be here in fifteen minutes.” We washed each other and did a lot of heavy kissing but made it out before dinner.

We ate and went to bed soon after. I thought we might just go to sleep but we ended up passionately making love half the night.

We slept in the next morning and had sex again when we woke up. We absolutely were consumed with each other. We met Jerome downstairs and engaged in another full day of blood blade practice. Jerome continued teaching us great moves and we caught on to them immediately. He said we were naturals and I suppose we were. Our reflexes were faster than human and our strength was a greater.

Back at the hotel we bid Jerome goodnight.

Nicole nudged me. “Can you pick up some drinks, snacks, and shit from the gift shop over there? And maybe a cute useless souvenir? I’m going to go start the shower. Feel free to join me when you’re done.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and sauntered off shaking her ass and getting every guy in the lobby to stare and lust after her.

I picked out the stuff she wanted and found a cute baby doll t-shirt with the word “Jamaica” on the front. I paid and headed to our room.

As I opened the door I called out, “I got snacks but no shit…” The words stuck in my throat. Blood was everywhere in our room. Nicole was standing in the middle of the room with two blood blades. She was surrounded by six dead men with guns in their hands.

I grabbed her, “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head slowly, “No. I dodged the ones that shot at me. I had to kill them. I’ve never killed anyone before. I thought it would bother me more.”

“Start packing our stuff. I’m calling Jerome to pick us up and take us to a different hotel. MOVE!” We both sprang into action.

Ten minutes later we were throwing our bags in the back of the limo and Jerome peeled out of the parking lot. “Where do you want to go?” He asked us.

“Get us in the shitty part of Kingston. Can we ditch the limo before we go?” I was thinking of what to do and where to go.

Jerome pulled into a bar and went inside. He came back out in three minutes waving some keys and pointing to a rusty pickup truck. Nicole and I started throwing suitcases and weapons from the limo to the truck. “Nicole get in the cab with Jerome.” I tossed her a pistol.

I jumped in the back and grabbed a rifle. Jerome took off again and took a very roundabout way to the slums. He pulled the truck into a rundown shack missing a wall. We piled out and set up for a siege.

“There’s running water, but no power and no hot water. Nicole you can at least wash the blood off of you. Geran you take first watch. I’ll take second.”

I realized I was hungry and the blood smelled very good. I shook it off and got the bag of snacks I bought a little while ago. Nicole was washing herself in the cold water. She dried herself with some of the clothes we brought and changed into the warmest clothes we had.

She leaned against me and took a sip from my soda. “Geran?”

“Yeah?”

“Is this what our lives are going to be like from here on out?”

“I don’t know. Is Jerome asleep?”

She checked. “Yep. Merc life. Able to grab sleep anytime anywhere.”

“I’m going to try teleporting when he wakes up. We need to get back to Mom. She has to know what’s happening and how to defend against it.”

“You think you can ‘port that distance?”

“I hope so. Maybe distance is irrelevant.” We waited in silence back to back listening and waiting. A few hours later Jerome woke up and I explained my plan.

I stood in the middle of the room and concentrated. A second later I was in my room. I quickly ‘ported back. “I can do it.” Jerome, do you want to come with us or stay?”

“This is my home. Best of luck to you kids.” We shook hands. Nicole gave him a passionate kiss. I handed him several thousand dollars in cash, grabbed Nicole and we disappeared from Jamaica.

Once we were back in my room we began searching for Mom. Typical. She wasn’t here. “Let’s get cleaned up and something to eat. Then some sleep. Go ahead in the shower. I’m going to double check the house.”

We hugged and she went to the bathroom. I searched the house high and low for anything out of the ordinary. I was in the garage when it hit me how close I had come to losing Nicole. I knew she was an accomplished fighter and had excellent reflexes, but it was entirely possible one or more of those guys could have gotten the drop on her. I leaned on my bike and tried to keep the tears at bay.

SHIT! I should’ve searched the bodies! Would they still be there? It’s been five hours. I decided I’d risk it. I ‘ported back to our hotel room; looked around for three seconds and ‘ported home again.

The room had looked immaculate and had reeked of sorcery.

I joined my sister in the shower. We bathed and held each other until the water started to cool. We dried off and went downstairs and fixed some sandwiches and ate in silence. After we ate we went back upstairs to bed. I held her tightly against me and we drifted off to a troubled sleep.

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“Do you want to fuck tonight?” He casually asks.

“yeah, but if you’re tired Sir it’s okay.” i opine.

“No, I’m not tired. What are you prepared to do for me?” He arches an eyebrow.

“um, i don’t know. What ever you want me to do Sir.” i bat my eyelashes at Him.

“No. What are you going to do?” He sternly replies.

Crap, i think i just pissed Him off. So not what i wanted or intended.

He continues, “This dick is not for free.”

He points to his crotch, “This is some good dick. I’m not saying this to boost my ego. But you do realize the level of commitment I’ve made to you. And providing for you doesn’t come cheap.” His gaze burning into mine.

He says anew, “So again, what are you going to do for it?”

Considering my options, i slowly peel my clothes off of me. Standing there nude i ask if i can have my cuffs back. (Still working on Lost My Cuffs — will post soon) He obliges and helps me put them on. First my ankles, then my wrists.

i don’t know what it is exactly about them which makes me feel special. All i know is when i’m wearing them i feel beautiful, sexy, submissive görükle escort and normal.

Slowly i make my way over to the bed, first grabbing my alien green vibrator and Wahl massager. i lay back against the pillows and seductively spread my legs for Him. He drags the computer desk chair closer to the bed. He sits down, drink in one hand and e-cig in the other.

i hear Him take a deep draw off of the cigarette as my hand snakes down between my thighs. Gilding over my belly, stopping at the top of my mound. Our eyes meet and i wantonly spread my lips revealing my pink folds to His gaze. Another long drag on His cigarette.

“Very nice,” He purrs.

“Thank you Sir,” i proudly reply.

As my right hand holds myself open to Him, my left hand flicks the switch of the massager and moves it toward my damp furrow. Knowing He is watching is such a huge turn on. i notice i’m extremely damp and i haven’t even starting ‘playing’ yet.

i proceed to put on a show for Him. Teasing my hard little bud with the massager, while penetrating myself with the vibrator. Only after His explicit instruction bursa escort bayan and permission, was i allowed to cum.

At one point i accidentally whimper my protest to cumming for a third time, my little pearl is hyper-sensitive and too tender. He glowers at me and says, “You’re done, when I say you’re done.”

And with that He stands up, grabs the vibrator from my hand and proceeds to mercilessly fuck me with it. As He does so He commands, “Rub that clit. You better come again for me. Now!”

Hearing His words, and feeling Him plunging the vibrator into me, i squeal with pleasure as i cum again. And again. And Again. And Again. i lost count at how many orgasms He rips from my body. Each one stronger than the one before, reminding me i am His plaything, His pet, His little cum whore.

Once He is satisfied, He undresses and joins me on the bed. Kneeling between my thighs, He secures my ankle cuffs to the harness. Stretching out over my body on top of me, He then fastens my wrist cuffs.

“Let’s see if I can get one more out of you.”

And then His body slides down mine and His mouth bursa escort clamps tightly over my slick mound. i buck wildly against Him, futile really, as my restraints kept me where He wants me. my flesh far too sensitive, it almost feels painful to climax again. But just as i thought i couldn’t do it, His lips, mouth and tongue whips my body into such a frenzy, i yelp and cum again. And again. And again.

With tears in my eyes, He finally relents. Climbing up my body, He slides into me with one strong thrust. He pauses there for a moment enjoying my firm vice-like grip.

“Mmmmm, you feel so tight and soft little girl,” He whispers.

Softly i mumble, “thank you Sir.”

And then He was in search of His release. He chest rigid against mine as His hips grind and slam into me. Again and again. A naughty smile crosses my lips as i delight in feeling His body dominating and demanding against mine. Surrendering to His need and His desire to master my entire body — wholly.

As i start to get lost in my own lust for Him, He lets out a roar. Filling me with His warm, sticky seed. His pelvis grinding into mine, as if drawing every last bit of pleasure from His release.

Our breathing slowly returns to normal as we lay there enjoying the closeness. His body still on and inside of me. My eyes close and i revel in our tranquility. Feeling protected, contented and exceedingly adored.

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Weekend with Elizabeth , Charlie Ch. 01

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I’d had a long, hard day at work and couldn’t wait to get home and relax. I stopped at the grocery store and got a few things we needed for the weekend. When I drove up to the house I was surprised to see my husband Greg’s car in the driveway. He doesn’t usually get home on Friday’s until after me. I didn’t bother waiting for him to come out to help me with the groceries. Greg believes those things are women’s work.

It was hard to unlock the door holding my purse, a file folder from work and the huge shopping bag, but I finally got inside and heard a strange slapping noise coming from the living room. I stepped around the corner and my mouth flew open. The grocery bag fell to the floor.

There in my living room was my husband completely naked on all fours with a gorgeous raven-haired woman sitting astride him like she was riding a horse backwards. My husband’s ass was facing me and it was as red as a stop sign! I could actually see hand prints!

In a calm but commanding voice the woman said, “Greg, go over there and pick up that bag for your dear wife and take it to the kitchen and put everything away.” As she stood up “dismounting” my husband I could see that she was nearly six feet tall with long, beautiful legs, dressed in a business suit with a short skirt and high spiky heels.

Greg looked up at her with an angry look on his face and opened his mouth as if he was about tell her off, but before he could say anything she lifted her hand, threatening to spank him again I presumed, and he snapped his mouth shut and started to get up.

“Oh no, no, no, who told you you could walk over there on two feet? I don’t remember telling you that you could stand up. I want you to stay on all fours and pick up that bag — handles in your mouth — just like a little doggy. Now go over and get that done like a good little puppy,” the woman said to him — and shockingly, Greg obeyed.

I just stood there with my mouth hanging wide open. I didn’t make a sound! The woman smiled at me and walked over to me with her hand outstretched.

“I’m Elizabeth Johnson,” she told me. “Your husband and I work together. I know this must be quite shocking, but trust me honey, I am here to help you. I promise that after tonight, your life will be so much better, especially your sex life.”

“I don’t understand any of this!”

“Listen Betsy, can I call you Betsy? I’m Greg’s boss and I’ve overheard him talking in the break room for the past few weeks and I just couldn’t stand it anymore. He’s incredibly selfish and needs to learn how to treat a goddess like you and — you are indeed an absolutely gorgeous woman. That’s why I am here.”

Just then she called out to the master bedroom, “Charlie, come on out here.” Out walked an adorable dreamboat of a guy about 23 wearing only a pair of white jockeys.

“What can I do for you my lady?” he asked.

“I just wanted to introduce you to Betsy,” Elizabeth said. “Help her get comfortable, will you, while I go and see what’s taking our little doggy so long in the kitchen.”

Charlie walked over to me and took my hand and kissed it. His body was hard — strong and muscular (not an ounce of fat on him). I guess I should have been a little scared and intimidated. But he had such gentle blue eyes. His smile seemed to warm me all over. It just sort of melted me and I let him lead me over to the couch and sit me down. He tenderly took my purse and the work folder I was carrying and set them on the table. Then he took my shoes off and started to massage my feet!

Could this really be happening? I was beyond stunned. Who the hell were these people in my home and why wasn’t I angry? Unbelievably I was too shocked and they just seemed so nice so I wasn’t angry — confused, intrigued, oddly turned on — but not angry.

I was starting to moan softly as Charlie worked away at my feet. He kneaded and smoothed them so expertly. And every now and then he would kiss them sweetly and smile up at me with those great blue eyes. It was absolutely delightful.

Finally, Elizabeth came back into the room with Greg crawling on all fours, still stark naked “heeling” beside her. She had fastened a collar around his neck and she was leading him on a leash. Charlie let go of my feet and stood, allowing room as Elizabeth brought Greg over to the couch where Charlie had just been. She made Greg kneel before me.

“Lick her feet!” she demanded. Greg looked up at her with a strange mix of hatred and embarrassment. “Don’t’ make me say it again,” she told him. “You remember what happened the last time you made me say something twice.” And with that he quickly began tonguing my feet.

I have to admit it felt like heaven. I’ve never thought of asking for something like that but man, it felt good!

“Let me explain a few things to you Betsy,” Elizabeth said, sitting down beside me as Greg worked away. “Your husband just needs some training. You’ve let him run wild and act in a very unbecoming way for a proper husband. görükle escort By nature, men should be the slaves, not women. You should have nipped this in the bud years ago, but it’s not too late. You see, I overheard him talking in the bedroom about how he makes you cater to his every whim. At first I just thought it was that silly male bravado and he didn’t really mean it. But after a while I realized he really did mean it and he really was a total caveman. Well, that’s just plain wrong. And I decided right then and there that he needed my correcting and fast!

“He boasted to his buddies on several occasions how he’s come home late after work and going to a bar, drunk and demanded you to ‘service’ him. He says your job is to keep him happy and that whenever he wants a blowjob, no matter what’s going on or how you are feeling, you must attend to him immediately. He’s also said several times that he doesn’t think that women can really have orgasms. Yes, my dear this barbarian said that none of the women he’d ever been with had ever had one, so he’s come to the conclusion that women are frigid or just plain incapable.

“Oh my dear, he has so much to learn, and actually so do you! Let me ask you, have you ever had an orgasm?”

I was so embarrassed I know my face turned as red as Greg’s ass. But the feel of my normally domineering husband rubbing and licking my feet was loosening my tongue. “Well, yes but only by myself.” Oh god, how could I have just admitted that to these strangers? My hands flew to my face to cover the crimson color.

“Don’t you ever feel bad for that!” Elizabeth said, touching the side of my face with her soft, tender hand. “I’m just glad to hear you’ve experienced that ecstasy. You wouldn’t believe how many women I’ve met who just haven’t let themselves be that free, wives with husbands like yours who just don’t have a clue about a woman’s body.”

I noticed that my husband had stopped licking my feet and was staring at me with shock. This time it was his turn to have his mouth hanging open.

“You see Greg darling,” Elizabeth said, “all women can have a climax, as a matter of fact most can have multiple orgasms but their men just don’t have a clue. It’s time you learned how to please your wife. You are in for a real treat tonight. Charlie and I are going to show you exactly how to make her feel like a queen.”

“Charlie?” Greg said. “What the hell do you mean Charlie? He’s not touching my wife!” And with that Elizabeth yanked on his collar and smacked his ass with the end of the leash so hard he winced.

“We will have none of that!” she said. “Yes, both Charlie and I will take your wife to new levels of pleasure. And you will watch and you will learn! For now, however, I want you to keep treating her lovely feet with worshipful respect. No one told you to stop.”

She motioned to Charlie and pointed to Greg’s back “Charlie, come on over here and mount back up on this naughty male.” And then to me she added, “If this selfish chauvinist starts getting lazy, just snap your fingers and Charlie will get him back into the groove with a nice wake-up slap on his bare behind.”

I guess it was disloyal of me. But despite my devotion to my husband, I smiled and sighed with the new sense of power these two were giving me.

As Charlie “mounted” back up, Elizabeth leaned her face in close to mine and began whispering sensuously into my ear. Honestly I don’t remember what she said, but before I knew it she was unbuttoning my blouse and expertly unsnapping my bra. She removed the bra and laid it over the back of the couch.

And as my husband’s lips and tongue kept working on my feet, Elizabeth bent down and started to lick and lightly nibble on my nipples while cupping both breasts in her hands squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure.

Oh man, it felt so delightful! I thought about what I’d heard gay women say — that only a woman really knows what feels good to another woman. I began to moan softly again in spite of myself. It felt so damn good and I started to realize she was right. I did deserve more than what I was getting!

She kept her hands caressing my breasts and started to kiss me. It was like she cast a spell on me. If you had asked me just 15 minutes before if I would have ever kissed a woman, I would have said no, but here I was. And man I was loving it! She kissed incredibly!

I opened my eyes and looked at the men. Charlie, still astride Greg was staring at us. Greg too, still with my feet in his hands was gaping at us. They both were clearly excited by what they saw. Greg being naked couldn’t hide how much he liked it, but even Charlie in his jockeys was poking out of the top of his waistband.

“You like that don’t you boys?” Elizabeth taunted. “Well, Charlie you’ll get into the action soon, but right now I want you to stay astride Greg and back him up a couple feet. I want him still facing us but able to get a good full view of what I’m doing to bursa escort bayan her. If he wiggles around at all I want you to slap his naughty ass and make him hold still!”

Greg made some kind of noise as Charlie backed him up a little, but Elizabeth had slipped her hands under my skirt and was rubbing my pussy and it felt so damn good I didn’t pay much attention to Greg at all.

She pulled my skirt down over my feet and slipped my panties off. She moved my legs apart so Greg was staring directly at eye-level with my hot snatch. I know I should have been mortified, totally embarrassed. But like I said before, she made me feel so good I just didn’t care. At this point I was up for whatever was going to happen and I had a feeling it was going to be great! It was like I was coming to life after years of suspended animation.

“Greg dear, do you recognize this?” Elizabeth asked, sliding her middle finger from my clit, inside my soaking pussy and out again. “Yes, it’s your wife’s beautiful cunt. You should be worshipping this many times a day. But you are a bratty brute and don’t have a clue so you’ve decided it must be her fault that she doesn’t cum, ha! Now, watch closely as I show you how to make her scream with delight with just my fingers. Don’t worry this is only the first lesson. There will be many more before this night is over.”

Elizabeth began softly stroking between my lips, opening them wider to make sure the guys got a great look at me. I was sopping wet already as she ran her fingers up and down, making sure to use just the right pressure over my clit. Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider and wider to give her better access and provide the guys with a better view. I was so-oo totally out of my head. Man she really knew what she was doing. She started to use two fingers and rubbed harder and faster all the while asking Greg: “You see how much she’s enjoying this? Do you think she can’t have an orgasm? I’ll bet you she’s about to have one right now!”

And with that she took the other hand and inserted two fingers into my cunt plunging them in and out while rubbing my clit with the other hand, she kept her pressure increasing with her speed, I was arching my back and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I came in crashing waves that rolled over my whole body, over and over again. I swear I’d never ever had such a good orgasm in my life!

I was barely catching my breath when she kissed me — affectionately and playfully — on the cheek, stood up and addressed Greg and Charlie: “Okay boys. Now it’s time to give us some eye candy! I know our sex show turned you both on, didn’t it? Now it’s time for you to give us a show. I want you both to sit down here side by side on the sofa. But first, Greg, I want you to take Charlie’s tighty whities off with your teeth.”

Greg said: “You bitch….” But he never got to finish the thought. Charlie, smiling a delightful smile and winking at Elizabeth, drew his powerful right arm back and gave Greg’s poor bare tail a thundering smack that reverberated all around the room. Greg actually yelped and (I’m ashamed to admit it but…) I actually laughed a little without meaning too. Greg glared at me but I knew he didn’t want to risk another painful and embarrassing stroke on his sore rear end so he didn’t argue. “Okay, okay,” he said. I could tell he was really pissed but he obeyed.

Charlie stood up, and turned his back to us gals. Still on all fours Greg reached up with his mouth, took the waistband of Charlie’s jockey’s in his teeth and pulled them all the way down to his feet. Charlie reached down and “petted” his head. “Good puppy,” he said, laughing, and stepped out of his undies.

Because he had his back to me, I couldn’t see his dick at first but he had a wonderful ass. It was strong and tight, like a gladiator’s ass. I had a momentary flash of being a princess in Ancient Rome, watching him and another sexy slave in the coliseum wrestling each other for my entertainment. The idea turned me on. I was surprised at myself. Where did this dirty fantasy come from? My imagination was starting to run so wild!

When “doggy” Greg had completed his exposing of Charlie’s gorgeous ass for us, Elizabeth clapped with joy. “Wonderful, wonderful! Now I want you both sit down here on the sofa and jack off for us. I want you to take it nice and slow at first. Then I will tell you when to quicken the pace. We gals need a little breather and a show is called for.”

And then Charlie turned around to face us and …Whoa! I couldn’t catch my breath for a moment.

I must tell you I’ve always loved Greg’s cock. It’s just the right size, nice and thick and not too big, but when I saw Charlie’s I just about died. It was so huge it made Greg look like a little boy!

Elizabeth and I moved to separate sides of the sofa. (She sat on the left arm; I sat on the right) The guys sat down between us, Greg beside me and Charlie beside Elizabeth. We gals both had a clear, unobstructed bursa escort view of both of those stiff, ready pricks.

The guys started stroking their already rock-hard cocks slowly just as Elizabeth directed. At first Greg had a scowl on his face, he’s never liked being told what to do, but I think his sense of defiance got lost in the heady feeling of having two women watch him working his dick. I could see him really starting to get into it.

“Greg dear, it feels good doesn’t it?” Elizabeth asked him. “That’s exactly how it felt for your dear wife just now. Don’t you think she deserves that? Of course you do! I will be testing you before this night is over to make sure you can do just what I did and just as well….”

Then she reached down into her purse and brought out a big container of baby oil. She poured a nice, generous amount of it on both men’s cocks, causing them to gleam and glisten beautifully.

“Okay fellas,” she said. “I’ve given you some good lubrication. Now let’s see you jerk those cocks just a little bit faster for us. Yeah, that’s right, faster…. faster.”

Of course I knew I was going just a little crazy. In the short space of 20 minutes or less, these two strangers had awakened something in me that I knew would never ever go back to sleep. Watching those fists flying up and down over those greased dicks was making my heart pound like mad.

Elizabeth and I were both smiling huge smiles and I found myself clapping. This was the best show! I blush to admit that I found myself watching Charlie a lot more than I watched Greg. I couldn’t get enough of the sight of such a huge cock being worked so expertly. I must confess that I started to fantasize what it would be like to get it into my own hands and mouth, or better yet, how it would feel to be fucked by this young stud with that amazingly enormous and beautiful dick.

I was deep in reverie when I noticed that Elizabeth was looking at me and smiling. “You like what you see, don’t you?” she asked, beaming at me.

“Oh my God, YES!” I said. The words just sort of burst out of me.

“I had a feeling you would,” Elizabeth laughed. “Charlie here is one of my favorite love slaves. I tamed and trained him myself. And I just knew he’d be the right one to bring tonight. He’s so big and strong isn’t he? He helps me with some of the heavy work when I have to ‘break’ a newbie like Greg. He comes in so handy when I need to overpower hubbies like yours and get them to see how things are going to be from now on. Charlie works for me also. Actually, he works under Greg too which I can only imagine will make for a very interesting Monday for Greg. Won’t it Greg honey? I don’t think you’ll be doing anything to my Charlie to try to get back at him, will you? Not with all that Charlie knows about you. And not only that, I don’t think you want to provoke him into de-pantsing you and taking you over your own desk for a bare-bottom spanking in front of the whole office. Am I right?” She laughed a wicked fun-loving laugh and winked at me.

Greg shook his head and blushed, unable to hide his humiliation, and returned his attention to the dick-jacking at hand.

“Okay boys, faster,” Elizabeth said. “Yes! Let’s pick up the pace a bit, let me see you really work those cocks for us! Let’s see those hands fly!”

She reached across the sofa back and touched my arm and gave me a sweet smile of camaraderie. “Don’t you love the way their balls bounce up and down on the sofa cushions as they slam away on those things?” she asked.

I hadn’t really noticed that before, but when she pointed it out, it was really fun and funny to watch it — not to mention, incredibly erotic. These guys were putting their whole hearts into entertaining us.

As I say, right or wrong, I was paying much more attention to Charlie cuffing his immense penis than I was to Greg working his. But clearly Elizabeth wasn’t letting him escape her notice.

“Uh-oh Greg,” she said, “it looks like you are getting ready to cum. Am I right? Are you almost ready?”

Greg didn’t seem to notice she was talking to him so she got up, reached down and grabbed his hand, stopping him in mid stroke. “I am not about to let you cum Greg,” she told him sternly. I got the feeling she really enjoyed her power, delaying his gratification. “We might need you again this evening. Notice I said, ‘might.’ But I know guys like you. Once you cum you are done for the night. You are a roll-over-and-go-to-sleep kind of guy so your cock is off limits now, at least for a while.”

Then she turned from Greg and smiled at her young stud. “But you Charlie dear, I know you are just getting started and we can count on you to stay hard all night long so I’m going to give you the count down and you know what to do.”

I wasn’t at all sure what she meant, but I was curious to find out.

“I want you to watch this, Betsy,” Elizabeth said. “This will give you an idea of how men can and should be trained. They should cum when WE want them to, not when THEY want to.”

Then she started counting backwards: “Five… Four…. Three… Two… One… Shoot!” And amazingly, right then Charlie came, shooting what seemed like gallons of wonderful thick sperm straight in the air. What a sight!

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Couples Massage Lesson with a Twist

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It was just past 8pm when Ellie and Simon finally made it down to the spa for their ‘couples massage class’. It was a special treat that Simon had booked as a surprise for the weekend away together and both of them were really looking forward to being taught some new techniques by a qualified masseur.

They walked into the spa reception to be met by the receptionist who welcomed them with a smile as she asked if they would like some drinks while they waited, “compliments of the spa of course” she added. Ellie and Simon both nodded with a smile and the receptionist disappeared briefly to come back with two cocktails.

Ellie and Simon sat down and took a sip of the cocktails, the drinks tasted good, with a balance of sweetness and plenty of alcohol. Simon said “we better watch ourselves with these, they are pretty strong and a few too many and these and we wouldn’t be making it back to our room”. Simon and Ellie chatted about how much fun the massage class will be and then getting to try out the new techniques once they got back to the room.

After a little wait the door to the massage rooms opened and a guy walked in. He looks like he is about 6ft tall, very handsome, a nice smile and he introduces himself as Mark. “Hi, I am going to be the instructor for tonight and I am looking forward to making sure you both enjoy the lessons. If you have any questions at all, just ask me, i am here to help in any way.”

Mark leads them both through to the massage room, telling Simon to follow him as he is going to get the lesson first, and Ellie should get changed. Ellie goes into the treatment and slips off her robe, deciding that she would keep her black lace panties on under the towel just in case. After she is hidden safely under the towels she calls out to let Simon and Mark know she is decent and they can come in.

The lesson starts, with Mark telling Simon about the routine he has, some soft music, speaking slowly and calmly as you make the person feel at ease on the table, making sure you ask their permission before doing anything because a professional masseur always makes sure his customer is relaxed and happy. Simon sits in a chair by the table to watch and learn as Mark asks Ellie if everything is ok, if she is relaxed and is she ready to start.

Mark asks if it is ok to take off the town over her back. Ellie yes yes, feeling the material slide down to leave her exposed, with only a small towel covering her arse. The sensation of the warm massage oil görükle escort slowly dripping on her shoulders feels good and Ellie starts to relax, thinking she should treat herself to a massage more often. She can’t help but let out a soft moan of relaxation when Mark’s hands start to work over her shoulders.

Mark tells Simon that starting at the shoulders is good, there’s always a lot of tension there, so it gets a good reaction straight away. Mark’s hands slowly rub the oil in, massaging it across her back, with the pressure increasing slowly which relaxes Ellie even more. Mark beckons Simon over to have a go, getting him to repeat the same motion, sliding his hands over Ellie’s naked skin. There’s another moan and Ellie feels herself relaxing even more, letting Simon and Mark slowly rub her neck and shoulders.

Mark takes his time, making sure Ellie is relaxed and comfortable as the massage moves lower, working down her back. It feels amazing and Ellie is just drifting off to a very sleepy state when it feels like a hand and finger tips slip under the edge of the towel covering her arse. Assuming it was just a quick slip she ignores it and gets back to enjoying her massage.

Simon is really enjoying the class, getting to learn new techniques but the sight of Ellie laid out almost naked is getting to him and he is getting turned on as he massages Ellie. When the chance comes he slips a hand further than he should, letting it slide under the towel to the top of Ellie’s sexy arse, brushing her lace knickers. Mark notices this and decides he should give it a try too, so a couple of minutes later he does the same, letting his fingertips slide under the towel to tease Ellie’s arse.

This time she knew it was on purpose. Ellie realised that someone was taking advantage of her being laid out almost naked. She knew it would be Simon, a little drunk from the complimentary cocktail and unable to resist her being almost naked. She enjoyed the tease and knowing she was driving Simon wild so she decided to have some fun and next time the finger slipped to rub her arse she moaned loud enough for them to hear.

Simon was getting too carried away, with the hands touching Ellie’s arse moving the towel her black knickers were now exposed, leaving her laying there, letting Simon and Mark touch and tease her while she was exposed to them. Mark motioned to Simon to move down the table, with some more oil slowly dripping on her naked skin, they both started bursa escort bayan to massage her thighs and legs.

Ellie was in heaven, the slowly but firm pressure on her body was perfect. The massage was relaxing, working her muscles and easing the tension. But there was a different feel to the touch and movements now, with the hands on her legs and the towel on her arse now gone, she could almost feel them watching her and enjoying the view. Ellie knew both of them were very excited and she had to admit she was too.

The hands started working up her legs, ever so slowly going higher, getting to her thighs, feeling Mark and Simon both working together, one on each leg, the fingertips pressing her skin. Without thinking too much about it she moved her legs to allow them a better position to massage her thighs, spreading her legs wider as she did.

The atmosphere and tension was building and it was getting too much for Simon. He couldn’t resist sliding his hand to the top of Ellie’s legs and just teasingly brushing her pussy through her knickers. Ellie moaned again so they could hear how much she was enjoying this. Ellie loved the effect she was having on them, knowing she had complete power over both the guys and they would probably do whatever she wanted right now.

She felt another touch, fingers rubbing her pussy through her knickers, this time savouring the sensation and staying for much more than a brief caress. She could feel the desire building as the fingers slowly and expertly teased her pussy. She knew the point of no return was coming up, but she decided to stay completely still as her knickers were slipped to the side so Simon’s fingers could rub and tease her naked pussy.

Mark’ eyes were wide in surprise and excitement. When he had seen the nice couple in the waiting room he had no idea that the massage class was going to end up like this. Now he was standing here, heart pumping, his cock rock hard as he watched Simon touching and teasing Ellie. He was loving the sight of her sexy body as her hips started to move, squirming in pleasure as Simon slipped a finger inside her.

Ellie was moaning louder now, the fingers touching her pussy and clit felt so good, she didn’t want them to stop. She had completely forgotten they weren’t alone as she moaned louder, saying “yes, yes, yes” and wanting more thrills and pleasure. She pushed her hips up to meet Simon’s hand, letting his fingers sink deeper inside her pussy. She bursa escort couldn’t resist turning her head to glance at Mark, seeing him stood there, his hard cock showing against his clothes, and his hand occasionally rubbing to tease himself as he watched her and wanted her. She enjoyed being so wicked and sexy that Mark and Simon were under her control.

The pace of things started to speed up, Simon’s fingers pumping in and out of Ellie as he fingered her. Ellie could feel the pleasure building, the touching, the teasing, knowing how much they wanted her was all driving her mad. She knew she was going to cum soon and wanted the relief and ecstasy from being such a bad girl, letting her simon finger her in front of the instructor, letting them see her naked body.

Kissing Ellie ‘s arse Simon quickly slipped her knickers off before sliding his fingers back inside her tight hot pussy. Once she was naked he leaned down, kissing her arse and the tops of her thighs before his tongue teased her pussy. Simon was going crazy, his pulse racing and cock so hard it ached. He was so turned on teasing his girlfriend, showing her off, pleased and excited at how sexy she looked and Mark’s reaction.

Simon and Mark could not take their eyes off her body. Mark had long since stopped being professional and was rubbing himself through his clothes for some relief as he watched Ellie squealing and moaning on the table.

Ellie almost screamed when she felt Simon’s tongue on her arsehole. She felt the fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, getting her so close, and then the tongue teasing her sensitive arse was just what she wanted. She was laid out, naked, being desired while her pussy was finger and her arse teased with a tongue, working around, kissing and licking her. the whole situation was too much and she couldn’t hold back any longer.

The room was filled with the sounds of Ellie moaning loudly as she came. Simon’s fingers rubbing her clit and fingering her hard and his tongue on her arsehole gave her the release she wanted. Her hips came off the table to grind hard against Simon’s hand, wanting to get as much pleasure as she could from the touch and experience as she felt the waves of excitement wash through her, making her body tremble and shake.

Simon’s movement started to slow, software touches, just teasing as Ellie came down from a powerful orgasm, aftershocks of pleasure hitting as Simon still teased her. Simon grabbed her head and kissed her passionately, pulling her close to him so their bodies were together as he told her how amazing she was, how beautiful and sexy and wild she was and how much he loved her and how.

Mark coughed politely and with a devilish smile on his face he said “Now it’s time for the next lesson.”

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This Happened in the 80s

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This happened in the eighties, I was in my mid twenties and my girlfriend! Anne, was around eight years older than me and she was a divorcee. Up until this point my girlfriends had all been around my own age and tended towards ‘Friends of the Earth’ feminist hippy types. Anne on the other hand was more traditionally feminine in the way she dressed, she liked wearing nice underwear and she never wore tights, preferring stockings, ‘for health reasons’ she always said but whatever the reason I didn’t complain. I had always had a bit of a thing for women in stockings but had very little success in persuading previous girlfriends to dress sexily.

Anne lived in a big old Victorian terraced house while I lived in a bit of a crummy apartment downtown so it was more usual for me to stay over with her and I think it’s fair to say that we made use of every nook and cranny of that old house to have sex over the first year we were together. I suppose I should give a description of Anne too. I think the first thing anyone might notice was how pretty she was and she looked young for her age which was accentuated by her hair which was cut fairly short at the time and especially by her large brown eyes. Anne was also very petite and stood around five foot four inches tall and quite slim, her boobs were 34b and I thought they were perfect. Anne was naturally a brunette although sometimes her hair would be dyed a dark auburn.

The other thing that really tickled me when out with Anne was how dirty she would be in a playful way and she’d often talk like she was a tart which she did all the more when she realised it actually turned me on. Anne could turn any innocent remark into something salacious and this was accentuated her dirty chuckle which never failed to make me horny. If we were in a pub somewhere, coming back from the toilet she would say something like “Ow, they were rough, who would have thought you could get three people in one of the toilet stalls.” If ever she was late arriving somewhere, she would always say something like, “I met an old friend and he needed me to give him a hand with something, my wrist’s killing me.” It sounds pretty corny I know but it eventually led to us role-playing during sex and we had a cast, which was varied and inventive including ‘threesomes’ with the addition of a dildo.

If this all sounds great it was but it led me down some dark paths when we took the role-playing into real life.

It started one night in the local pub when one of Anne’s neighbours came in and she pointed him out to me; a guy in his mid-sixties quite tall with a thick shock of grey hair and she told me that his nickname around the area was “groper John”. She said that within about thirty seconds of meeting him on the street he would know whether a woman was wearing tights or suspenders, where her panty line was and whether her bra fastened in the front or back. It seemed he was tolerated by most of the local women as someone who is just lonely and ‘harmless’; I’m guessing that wouldn’t happen now. And, of course, it lent itself to one of our little flirtations when I asked if Anne never taken pity on him and she said “Well you know just on his birthday.”

As we were leaving Anne was a little in front of me and she literally bumped into him as she was going through the exit. I was amazed to see that she hadn’t been exaggerating as his hands lightly moved over her waist and back so that within seconds, he must’ve known she was wearing suspender belt and her bra fastened at the back. This blatant, albeit brief, groping annoyed me but I figured making a big deal out of it would probably put me in the wrong, Anne wasn’t big on knights in shining armour trying to come to her rescue.

As I mentioned old John was a neighbour, lived in the same street but at the far end so we all walked back together and as we did so I could tell the old guy was wanting more info, probably wanted to fuel a wank fantasy imagining Anne getting well and truly fucked while he jerked off in his lonely bed. For some reason I found myself telling him I was an old friend and Anne let me spend the night in her spare room instead of getting s taxi home. As I said this Anne gave me a very quizzical look but I should have mentioned, she was pretty drunk so she said, “And there’s me in a queen-size bed all by myself.” I couldn’t see John’s face but I would have bet a lot that his mind was racing as fast as my heart was starting to beat. I mean at this point it was the thought of getting into Anne’s panties myself later that night but then Anne and I started a weird game of ‘chicken’ as I invited the old boy in for a nightcap.

Now don’t get the wrong impression here because Anne didn’t lead him on at all and in fact once I’d gotten drinks for us the conversation was typical neighbour stuff, bin collections, boy racers causing a nuisance, görükle escort the new neighbours that had moved in, the old ones who had done a moonlight flit. At some point, I cannot remember what lead up to it, John said it had been his birthday the previous day and at that point Anne and I exchanged a look that lead to Anne laughing out loud with that dirty chuckle of hers.

John looked confused, as well he might, and I tried to think fast and I came up with something lame along the lines that I’d been complaining earlier that night that when you stopped being a kid you never got any good birthday presents.

Anyway, after about twenty minutes I was wanting to get Anne alone as I’d been sporting a semi-hard on since we got in. I said something well it’s getting late and Anne smiled and said “You know where everything is.”

I thought, “I know where your pussy is and I know what I want to do with it.” I also realised that Anne was really embracing the setting for one of our little roles-plays so as she followed me into the hallway, I said to her “So, do you want me to sleep in the spare room?” And she replied, “Well you know, it was just his birthday, I should be a good neighbour.”

We kissed but she stayed in character and teased me “Go on, get yourself to bed.”

So up I went into the spare room, lying there with a hard on waiting for Anne I must have dozed off because when I looked at my watch half an hour had passed. My first thought was that Anne had found me asleep and simply gone to bed so I got up to cross the landing when I realised the lights were still on downstairs. As I was standing there feeling a bit confused, I heard the living room door open and heard mumbled voices.

“About time” I thought but instead of going to the front door Anne and the old sod were coming upstairs, I caught a glimpse of my girlfriend as she the led the way, she looked a bit dishevelled and flustered and for a brief moment our eyes met and then like an idiot I stepped back into the spare room. Old John had been far too busy watching Anne’s arse walking up the stairs to notice anything.

As they passed by the room I could see them through a crack in the door and Anne looked directly in my direction as she seemed to hesitate and the, right there, John dropped to his knees behind her and grasped her hips as he buried his face into her bum through the material of her skirt I watched dumbfounded and horny as hell as his hands slid down my girlfriends legs to the hem of her skirt them hooking his thumbs he slowly slid it up until her white suspender belt and then her matching panties came into view and he returned to the task of pressing his face into her arse, all the while Anne looked across to my direction.

Eventually after what felt like minutes but was really only seconds, she said in a low voice but not without a trace of laughter “Hey be careful you’ll have me over, it isn’t easy balancing in these shoes with your tongue trying to get inside me.”

John replied in a low voice “I’ve thought about getting you on your back for years you little slut.” If Anne was shocked at being called a slut, she didn’t show it, instead she moved over to her bedroom and Groper John stood an followed her. I could hear Anne telling this old bastard to make himself comfortable and I heard him climb onto the bed.

Anne made sure she left the door ajar quite a way so from the landing I could see the foot of the bed with Anne standing looking at her old neighbour as he struggled out of his clothes; I heard him say something to her and she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. When it was unbuttoned all the way she turned her attention to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor then slipping the blouse from her shoulders. The white of her matching bra, panties and suspenders was in contrast to the chocolate brown nylons she wore; was I really going to let her be fucked by a sleazy old bastard, the notorious neighbourhood groper? I heard his voice again and Anne slowly turned to present her ass to him and give him a good view of her nylons with the seam running up to the darker band at the top where the clasps of her suspenders were attached then she moved out of my view as she got onto the bed.

Carefully I crept forward to look through the fairly wide crack on the hinged side of the door from where I could see almost the whole bed as Anne, on her hands and knees crawled up towards John. As her head was level with his cock, a long cock I noted but quite skinny, a bit like John himself, I thought she was going to suck on it but she ignored it and moved up the bed where stretched out against his body and began to kiss him, I mean really kiss him. Anne loved ‘a good snog’ as she put it and she was making the most of a new mouth to explore, John wasn’t complaining and he kissed back. I’m not sure bursa escort bayan how long this went on but occasionally I could see their tongues as they frenched each other and then saw Anne’s hand move to take hold of Groper John’s long skinny pole and slowly wank it as they kissed. Almost without warning the old bastard moaned and a shot a thick load of cum up Anne’s arm taking her by surprise. As she reached for a tissue John began to apologise, explaining it had been a long while since anyone had done that for him, and he moved to gather his clothes. I found I was quite relieved that it had only resulted in a hand job but then I heard Anne saying “Where do you think you’re going, were not finished yet, I know you have a tongue, it’s been down my neck twice tonight already”, (so that’s what they were up to downstairs).

John hesitated but I could see his face as it changed from embarrassment to a leer, “You dirty little slut, you want old John’s tongue in your pussy, do you?” I didn’t hear Anne reply but she helpfully removed her panties as he moved to lie with his head buried between her legs both simultaneously making appreciative moans as the old bastard started to tongue Anne’s pussy. Anne turned her head to look at the door where she knew I’d be watching as if waiting for me to stop the procedure and I’ve often wondered whether I should have done so but at the time I had a raging hard on and was slowly wanking myself watching Anne’s nylon clad legs pulled up either side of Johns thick head of grey hair. As he worked away with his tongue, I could see groper John’s long fingers toying with the top of Anne’s nylons and her suspender belt straps and this for some reason really turned me on. Realising that I was going along with what was happening Anne turned her face away from the door and let her head fall back on to the pillow then spoke some words of encouragement to the old guy in a breathy voice and her hands went town to wrap themselves in his hair as she pulled his head tight as she ground herself against him and calling out “Oh yes, that’s good, lick my fanny you dirty bastard.” Anne usually used the term ‘fanny’ rather than ‘pussy’ and of course it has the English meaning not the American. It wasn’t long before John’s efforts brought Anne to a shuddering orgasm and I couldn’t wait any longer, I was left weak kneed as I had an orgasm of my own.

Up to this point Anne’s breasts had had virtually no attention, which was a pity because they were quite lovely with responsive nipples that stood proud as soon as you sucked on them but now John turned his attention to them. “Let’s have a look at those titties of yours you little slut.” John’s use of the childish term ‘titties’ jarred with me but Anne didn’t seem to notice any more than she seemed to notice being called a slut and without sitting up she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra and John removed it. Anne had her eyes closed I think but I could see the old neighbour’s face full of lust as he let his eyes wander all over her body. From her pretty face, firm boobs, flat stomach, and nylon clad legs his expression wore a look of undisguised lust.

Normally I’m not one of those people who gets hard very quickly after cumming but watching this geriatric sucking on Anne’s nipples and seeing them respond as at the same time he other parts of her body meant I got a semi hard on almost immediately. Groper John obviously had a thing for nylons because a lot of his attention was to her thighs and top of her stockings and occasionally I could see his fingers and knuckles gently brushing against Anne’s pussy. I could also see that as his fingers touched her Anne and would slightly push against them and while she may have been satisfied, she was not finished.

After this had gone on for a while, I saw Anne take john by the hair and gently pull him towards her so she could kiss him again and that she did saw her right hand went to his stroke his cock. She pulled her head away from his probing tongue enough to say “You haven’t had enough then? I thought an old bastard like you might be finished after spurting half a gallon of cum up my arm. I suppose you want to fuck me now?”

“If you ask me nicely I’ll certainly fuck you”; John said quietly, Anne just chuckled but as his fingers began to lightly tease her pussy and she began to squirm a little he said it again “Tell me how much you want my cock inside of you.”

“I want your cock inside me.” Ann was looking him straight in the eyes “I want that long skinny old man’s cock inside my tight young fanny. I want you to fuck me hard you bastard, stick it right up inside me.”

John had positioned himself between Anne’s legs and he reached for a pillow and placed it under her bum to raise her pussy to a better angle for him. Taking his cock in his left hand he gently eased the head bursa escort to part her pussy lips but didn’t push it further in he just slowly teased her with it. Anne squirmed trying to get more of him inside and she wrapped her nylon clad legs around his skinny waist until eventually he gave her what she wanted and began to fuck her with slow deep strokes. While this was going on John kept up a stream of dirty talk which seemed to arouse Anne even more and she joined in, breathless but trying to match him. I’ll be honest I was in equal parts shocked and turned on at the scene in front of me. This didn’t look like acting or role playing for my benefit. I cannot remember everything that was said but this is some of how it went;

“You fucking slut you’re so wet I can hardly keep inside of you.”

“Push harder then you fucking old bastard.”

“I think little Annie likes old men’s cocks, at least she likes this one.”

“Ohhh yes. That’s lovely, don’t stop get that dirty old cock right up me and fuck me you pervert.”

“Next time I’ll bring some friends because you’re an insatiable little slut aren’t you.”

“Yeah I am, so keep up I’m nearly cumming.”

At this point groper John pulled back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside and Anne almost screamed at him, “Put it back you bastard put it back now!”

John obliged and Anne immediately let out a moan as she came hard, I could see her shake with the power of her orgasm. Meanwhile John picked up the pace as he thrust deep into and rocked his hips, his breath coming in short gasps. Anne grabbed the back of the old pervert’s head and looking straight in the eye she told him to cum in her, she said something else which was hard to make out as John Kissed her hard and she kissed him back, she looked exhausted and she let her legs unwind from his hips and spread out on the bed likewise she let her arms spread out like a starfish as she lay their passively while her old neighbour still ground into her.

I could see John bend his head to look down at the body of this woman who was half is the age watching as her tits, with the nipple still hard, moved in time to his fucking.

At this point I move back to the spare room and came again myself as I heard the old lecher empty his seed into my girlfriend with one long sigh. I was pretty exhausted myself and feeling both aroused and disgusted at what I had allowed to happen I fell asleep wondering what the outcome would be.

At some point I think around three in the morning I could hear more talking and even though I really didn’t want to, I found myself peering through the crack in the door again. The two were lying facing into each other slowly making love there was no other way to describe it, this old bastard was making love to my girlfriend and she was responding in kind. This was the time before Viagra and made it appearance and I couldn’t believe the old guy’s stamina even less so when I went to the bathroom when it was daylight and heard them at it again. Ann still in her stockings which were ripped in places was on her hands and knees on the bed while John fucked her again, in the doggy position this time and he reached forward and teasing her nipples while he did so.

I went downstairs making sure Anne could hear me as I made coffee and went into the front room with it, I certainly didn’t want to run into John after he’d just spent the night fucking my girlfriends brains out.

Sure enough, after about twenty minutes I heard them both coming down the stairs and Anne showing John out to the back door she certainly didn’t want anyone seeing him leave. Before I came into the front room, I honestly didn’t know what I was going to say to her I felt disgusted at myself and betrayed by her even though in the latter case I had no right to. Anne was wrapped in a large towel dressing gown, which looked incongruous to the nylons which were wrinkled and slightly slipping down her legs she seemed in a daze and absently reached down pulling up the stockings so I could see all of the ladders and I noticed love bites on her thighs. I stood up and walked over to her gently opening dressing gown and didn’t look at me she just kept your head down. I could see more love bites on the shoulders stomach and breasts and your nipples look red and sore.

I was totally torn at this point between fucking her myself and getting into a petulant argument. Even though I had spent the last of my sperm into a handkerchief I still wanted to fuck her and maybe you can guess how my resentment grew when she pulled away.

“Not now Tom I’m too sore and too confused about what we did.”

“What are you and that old letch did you mean.”

Anne simply turned and left the room. I won’t bother you with the rest of that morning and indeed for quite a while afterwards as things really seemed to have gone wrong for us and looking back pretty it was pretty much my fault, although maybe not entirely. After an awful lot of discussions, accusations, recriminations, apologies and tears we eventually sort of got back onto an even keel.

But of course, it didn’t entirely end there.

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Fucking My Sexy Stepdaughter Pt. 03

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I watched as Tiffany strolled over to the pool, naked, and slid in next to me and Shelia. She leaned down and took her sister’s hard nipple into her mouth, slowly running her tongue over Shelia’s large, dark areola.

“God, I love sucking your tits sis,” Tiffany said, rolling Shelia’s nipples around in her fingers, “They’re so fucking big.”

“Can you still taste daddy’s cum on them??” Shelia asked, smirking at me, “He came all over them a little while ago.”

“That’s pretty fucking hot,” Tiffany replied, “Why didn’t you cum on my tits daddy??” she asked, mockingly.

“Well, I did cum in your panties,” I offered.

“Maybe we should give him a good show sis,” Tiffany said, turning back to face Shelia, “What do you think??”

“I like that,” Shelia replied, “What do you have in mind??”

I watched as Tiffany took Shelia by the hand and led her out of the pool and back up on the deck. I was mesmerized watching my two step daughters hot little asses sway as they sauntered over to the loungers. Tiffany had Shelia sit down in the lounge chair, then she leaned the backrest down so Shelia was lying flat, and stood over her, staring at me.

“Make sure you’re watching daddy,” she said, rubbing her pussy seductively.

Tiffany straddled Shelia’s face, lowering her pussy down to her mouth, as she leaned forward and began lapping at her sisters’ pussy. My cock was instantly hard again, watching my step daughters 69 each other right here in front of me and I instinctively started stroking myself. I watched intently as Tiffany probed her tongue in and out of her sister’s sopping wet pussy, sucking at her folds as she thrust her own pussy down onto her sister’s face, both girls moaning in pleasure.

“Use your fingers sis,” Tiffany moaned, as she continued licking and fingering Shelia’s pussy, “I want you to make me cum, make me cum for daddy.”

Both girls were panting heavily, totally enthralled in lust, edging each other toward climax as I watched, stroking my cock furiously. I heard Tiffany cry out as her body started to spasm, her orgasm washing over her as she started to cum.

“Fuck sis,” she moaned, “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, ahhhhhhhhhhhh.”

As she came she thrust her fingers and tongue back into Shelia’s sopping vagina, flicking at her clit, causing Shelia’s hips to start bucking wildly, her orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk,” I heard Shelia cry out, as her orgasm rocked through her body, her juices covering her sister’s face as she came, both girls still bucking their hips, enjoying every moment.

I could feel my own orgasm approaching as I walked over to my step daughters, both panting, trying to catch their breath. Shelia sat up and began kissing Tiffany, licking her own juices from her sister’s face, as they groped each other’s breasts.

“You girls are gonna make daddy cum,” I said, my cock about to erupt, “Tell daddy where you want it.”

Tiffany broke the kiss with her sister and took my balls into her mouth, sucking them gently and flicking at them with her tongue. Shelia began licking along my shaft, tasting the juices she left behind from our fucking earlier, pushing me over the edge.

“Fuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!” I cried out as I unloaded, my cock bursting in my hand. Both girls sat back up and opened their mouths, like baby birds being fed by their mother, as my cock started spewing my seed, rope after rope, into their waiting mouths and onto their tits. I painted their chests with my sperm, covering them both, as my balls deflated and my orgasm subsided, before collapsing back into the chair behind me.

“Fuck, that was hot daddy,” Shelia said, licking my load from her lips.

“You girls put on quite a show,” I replied, my cock still stirring as I sat with my two naked step daughters, covered in my cum, “Now come on, we need to get back inside before your mother gets home and catches us.”

“Ok daddy,” both girls replied, grabbing their swimsuits and heading back inside. “But next time, you have to fuck us both,” Tiffany said, matter of factly, as she pulled her top back on.

“Sounds good to me!!” I replied, hardly believing my luck.

The three of us went into the house, me upstairs to shower and change, and the two girls into Tiffany’s room to do the same, just as Sally’s car pulled into the driveway. Whew, I thought to myself, that was really close.

“Hey görükle escort baby,” I said, walking back down into the kitchen, still pulling my T-shirt on, “How was your day??”

“Long,” she replied, “I’m exhausted. What are the girls up to??”

“Nothing much,” I replied, nonchalantly, “Just hanging out by the pool. Do you want me to grill some burgers for dinner??”

“That sounds good,” Sally replied, “I assume you two will be joining us??” she asked the girls as they walked into the kitchen.

“Sure,” they replied, quizzical looks on both of their faces as they turned to look at me.

“For burgers,” I said, taking the buns from the pantry, “Are you girls hungry??”

“Oh, OK,” Tiffany said, “I could eat.”

I walked outside and cranked up the BBQ pit as Sally sat and chit chatted with the girls inside. I began replaying the events of the last few days in my mind, images of my naked step daughters flashing in and out. I had masturbated for both of them, fucked both of them, watched them 69 each other, and then Tiffany basically told me there would be a threesome at some point. What the fuck am I doing?? On one hand it was really fucking hot, getting to fuck two young, hot girls; on the other hand, they were my step daughters and I loved their mother very much. To say I was conflicted would be an understatement.

“Hey, you awake??” Sally yelled at me, snapping me from my daze, “We’re starving in here.”

“Yep, sorry babe,” I replied, “Almost done.” I took the burgers off the pit and headed inside.

We all sat together and ate dinner, chatting and laughing. This was what I missed most, having both girls and Sally all home at the same time, just being together as a family, enjoying each other’s company. This was the part that conflicted me so, if Sally ever found out about what was going on, not only would it ruin our relationship, but also her relationship with the girls. I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell her?? Should I sit down and talk with Shelia and Tiffany and put a stop to this?? Fuck!! What to do??

After supper, we all went into the living room to watch TV; Sally sat in the recliner and I sat on the couch with the girls, Tiffany in between Shelia and I, the two girls sharing a blanket. Within 10 minutes, Sally was passed out, snoring loudly, exhausted from the long hours she was putting in at work. Suddenly I felt Tiffany’s hand on my cock, stroking me through the thin material of my shorts, my dick hardening against her touch.

“What are you doing??” I yell-whispered, moving her hand from my groin, “Are you crazy, your mom is right there.”

With that devilish smirk of hers, she slowly lifted the blanket up from her waist, revealing her hand rubbing against Shelia’s pussy. She snaked a finger inside the leg of Shelia’s shorts, presumably continuing to massage her sister’s pussy, as she smiled at me.

“You should feel how wet Shelia is,” she said, before sticking her hand down the front of her own shorts, “and me too daddy.”

She took her hand from her sister’s shorts and brought it up to my face, giving me whiff of Shelia’s scent, before sticking her fingers into my mouth, feeding her sister’s juices to me. Next, she did the same with her other hand, giving me a taste of her own pussy, before resuming rubbing my erection.

“We’re so horny daddy,” she purred, “We want you to fuck us. We masturbated each other in the shower earlier, getting each other off thinking of your cock.”

Oh fuck!! That was really hot!! The thought of Tiffany and Shelia in the shower together, masturbating, was almost too much for me. I could feel the pre-cum forming on my dick as Tiffany snuck her hand past the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my rock-hard cock.

“Ohhhhhh,” she said, smiling, “Looks like somebody is ready for a good time.”

She started stroking me, teasing my cock in her hand, as her mother slept no more than five feet away from us. I watched as Shelia lifted Tiffany’s shirt and started sucking on her nipple, flicking it with her tongue, as Tiffany rubbed on my dick.

“Come on daddy,” she said, innocently, “You promised, remember??”

We were quickly nearing the point of no return, if I allowed this to continue, I would definitely cum in my pants, right here on the couch, right next to my sleeping wife. Plus, she could wake up at any moment, busting all of us. I didn’t bursa escort bayan know what to do, I was turned on as fuck, my step daughter rubbing my cock while her sister sucked on her tits, practically begging me to fuck them.

“Ok,” I said, “You two go to your room, give me twenty minutes to get your mom upstairs and back to sleep, I’ll be in there then.”

“You promise daddy??” Tiffany said, with a mocking pout, squeezing my erection.

“Yes, I’ll be there in a little while. Now, you two, scoot.”

After the girls headed back to Tiffany’s room, and after my erection had settled down some, I gently nudged Sally, waking her from her slumber. “Come on honey,” I said, “Let’s go get in bed, I know you’re tired.”

I picked her up out of the chair, Sally groggily hanging on to me for support, and walked her upstairs. I put her in bed, kissed her goodnight, and settled in next to her, waiting for her to fall back asleep. Not long after I laid down, my phone buzzed with a text message from Shelia.

“We are ready for you daddy” said the text, accompanied by a picture of my two stepdaughters, completely naked, lying in Tiffany’s bed with their legs scissored together, their pussies rubbing against each other.

“Come and get us”

Oh.My.God, I thought to myself, my erection returning in full force. Again, lying next to my beautiful wife, I was torn between my guilt and my lust, what was right and what was wrong, confused about what to do. Ultimately, my dick overrode my brain as I put my phone back down on the nightstand and quietly snuck out of the bed and headed downstairs to the girl’s room.

I opened the door and was greeted by Shelia’s ass, bobbing up down in front me, as she knelt on the bed between Tiffany’s spread legs, her face buried in her sister’s pussy. Tiffany’s face had a look of pure lust as her sister tongue fucked her, driving her wild. I leaned down and snaked my tongue inside of Shelia’s tight little pussy, tasting her sweet juices, her vagina already wet and excited from eating out her sister’s pussy.

I stripped off my clothes, my cock springing free as if it was tied to a string, and began rubbing my throbbing erection along Shelia’s moist slit, teasing her. Tiffany was pinching her nipples, thoroughly enjoying having her pussy eaten, as she watched me, rubbing my cock against her sister’s pussy.

“That’s so fucking hot,” she panted, “Fuck her daddy, fuck sis’s pussy.”

I slid my cock into Shelia’s sopping pussy, eliciting an audible gasp from her, and started pumping, driving my hips forward, slamming my cock into my step daughter. Her pussy was so tight and warm, completely enveloping my cock as I fucked her, my balls slapping against her ass, shoving her face further into her sister’s pussy. Tiffany locked her legs around Shelia’s neck and grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting her sex onto Shelia’s face, her orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuck sis,” she cried out, “You’re gonna make me cum!!”

Tiffany threw her head back and lunged her torso forward, her orgasm rocking through her body as her sister lapped at her pussy, sending her over the edge. I was pounding away at Shelia from behind, driving my throbbing cock further and further inside of her, my own orgasm quickly approaching.

“You’re gonna make daddy cum too Shelia,” I panted, my balls tightening.

“Fuck me daddy,” Shelia replied, taking her face momentarily from Tiffany’s pussy, “Cum inside of me.”

I felt my cock twitch and then erupt, my sperm blasting inside of my step daughter’s womb, coating her insides with my seed. I pushed my cock as far inside of Shelia as it would reach and held her there, impaled on my dick, as I continued to ejaculate, filling her with my load, until it began to run out of her pussy and down her legs, pooling on the floor beneath us. Shelia clenched her walls as tightly as she could around my cock, milking every last drop from my slowly deflating dick, as I eased out of her, collapsing on the bed next to her and Tiffany.

“Fuck that was hot,” Tiffany said, sliding down the bed so she could lick Shelia’s tender pussy, tasting the load I just left behind. I watched as she took a huge glob of jizz from her sister’s overflowing pussy on her tongue, then feed it to her, kissing her, their tongues swirling around, sharing my sperm between their mouths.

“It’s my turn now daddy,” Tiffany bursa escort said, breaking the kiss, and looking over at me, “I want to ride that big cock of yours.”

I rolled over onto my back, both girl’s faces near my groin, as they began taking turns sucking on my cock and balls, bringing my dick back to life. Shelia climbed up the bed and laid next to me, offering me her massive tits to suck on. I took her hard nipple into my mouth, biting gently, as she started stroking my cock, Tiffany still sucking on my balls.

“I want you nice and hard daddy,” Shelia said, still gently stroking me, “I want to watch sis ride you.”

“Mmmmmm, I like that,” Tiffany replied, climbing up and straddling my body, watching her sister stroking my hardening prick, “I think he’s ready for me, what do you think sis??”

Shelia took my hard cock and aimed it at her sister’s dripping snatch, guiding me up into Tiffany’s pussy as she sat down on top of me, my cock popping inside of her.

“Agggggghhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, my cock sliding into her, “Fuck, that feels so good daddy.” She started slowly grinding her hips, driving her pussy against my dick as she rode me, fucking me.

Shelia leaned forward and began kissing me, her tongue darting into my mouth as I continued fucking Tiffany. “I want you to eat me daddy,” she said, “I want you to make me cum again with your tongue.”

Shelia slid up my body, her luscious thighs straddling my head, her sopping pink slit just inches from my face. She plunged her finger into her pussy, teasing her lips, tempting me as she looked down at me with lust filled eyes, Tiffany still bouncing on my cock.

“Taste me daddy,” she said, bringing her mound to my lips, “Make your little girl cum.”

I slid my tongue over her pussy, lapping at her folds like a starving man, savoring her sweet nectar. I teased her clit, causing it to harden against my tongue, Shelia starting to grind her hips against my face, begging for more.

Tiffany had my cock clinched tightly in her pussy, bouncing up and down on me like a bucking bronco, slamming her hips down against my groin, impaling herself repeatedly on my rock-hard erection, my balls slapping against her firm ass.

“Fuck me daddy,” she cried out, “I want to cum on your cock.”

She suddenly stopped bouncing, leaving my dick as far inside her as it would reach, and began grinding her hips, gyrating my cock around inside of her love tunnel, driving her wild. Shelia did the same to my tongue, pulling my face tight against her pussy, holding my head in place, my tongue buried inside.

“I’m cumming!!” both girls cried out in unison, Shelia’s pussy clenching tightly around my tongue, Tiffany’s pussy tightly around my dick. I felt a flush of juice on my face as Shelia started to cum, before she started grinding her pussy against my tongue again, her orgasm cresting. I grabbed Tiffany’s hips and held on to her, my swollen cock still buried inside, as her body began to rock, her orgasm ripping through her body. I felt my cock begin to twitch as my orgasm approached, exploding inside of Tiffany, coating her womb with my seed. Pump after pump I unloaded into her, my balls emptying their contents into her sopping pussy, until she was filled, cum dribbling out of her and back down onto the bed. As our orgasms subsided, the three of us collapsed on to the bed, sweat and cum everywhere.

“Did you girl’s have a good time??” I asked, both of their heads leaning against my chest as they tried to catch their breath.

“Yes daddy,” they replied.

“So did I,” I said, “But for now I have to get back upstairs before your mom wakes up.”

I climbed out of the bed, leaving my step daughters cuddling naked together, and pulled my clothes back on. “I love you girls,” I said, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight daddy,” they replied.

I crept back upstairs, doing the best I could to be quiet so not to wake Sally. As I got closer to the bedroom door, I heard an unusual buzzing sound; however, I couldn’t discern what it was. I opened the door, careful not to make too much noise, and peered inside. What I saw almost floored me. Sally was lying in bed, completely naked, her legs spread wide open, plunging her vibrator in and out of her drenched pussy. I could see sweat beading on her chest, between her huge tits, her eyes closed tightly as she masturbated.

“Honey,” I said, not sure if I should disturb her or not, “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“I’m awake baby,” she replied, “and super fucking horny. Watching you with the girls got me so turned on, I need you to get over here and fuck me now!!”

Wait, what??? Did she say she watched us?? What the fuck??

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