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The Homecoming Pt. 02

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Sofia woke up in a very good mood the next day. She was still tingly and horny, but she knew today that Matt would be home. And she was intent on making it a very special homecoming for him.

His plane was scheduled to land at 2:15. It would take him a few minutes to clear Customs and Immigration before he could begin the one hour ride home. He should be home by 4:00 if everything ran according to schedule.

That was still a long time away, but at least she had something to look forward to. So Sofia went about her normal morning schedule for a Wednesday. Taking her long morning walk before her 9:30 workout with her trainer at the club. And afterwards she spent another hour and a half on the driving range and putting green. So it was after 1:00 by the time she returned home. Still plenty of time to clean up, find something sexy to wear, and to put together something to eat to welcome Mateo home.

She glanced at her phone and noticed a text that had come in while she was practicing. It was from Mateo. He said his flight from Dallas was going to be a little late taking off, but hopefully no more than an hour or so. He would text her when he landed.

Damn, Sofia thought. She hoped it wouldn’t be delayed longer than that. The weather in Dallas was always so unpredictable. She texted him back, but she was glad when he didn’t answer because it probably meant that he was already in the air.

As Matt had settled in for the the additional wait in the boarding area, he noticed one of the other passengers waiting for the flight was a member at their golf club. Dan, a guy he golfed with only every so often, came up to him and shook his hand. “Good to see you, Matt,” he said. “You must be heading home too”. And the two of them agreed that the nearby bar would be a much better place to wait out their delay. The additional time went by quickly and they were pleased that they were able to board 40 minutes later.

As soon as the plane touched down in Queretaro three hours later, Matt texted Sofia. “Just landed. See you soon ??.”

Sofia quickly replied “Can’t wait ??????.”

After Matt emerged from Customs without issue, he scanned the waiting area for his scheduled driver. It didn’t take long for him to see that there was no one holding a card with his name. Frustrated, he continued to look around him, but it soon became evident that his car service had not got the information about the flight delay.

Exasperated, he reached for his phone, but just then Dan emerged from Customs with his bags in hand. “Hey Matt, do you need a ride? I kept my car here in the lot and would be happy to drop you off.” Dan knew that Matt and Sofi lived in the residential community of Mesa del Malanquin, which was near his own colonia of Los Frailles.

“That would be great.” Matt said. “Seems my driver isn’t going to show up”. On the drive home, the guys continued the conversation where they left off in the bar that afternoon, discussing how quickly San Miguel was growing, the new club house the golf club was planning to build, and the general gossip that even men engaged in when they lived in a town as small as San Miguel.

Dan mentioned that he was “batching it” for the rest of the week while his wife was out of town. Matt immediately extended an invitation for Dan to stop and have a drink with Sofia and him before he headed home, figuring that his refrigerator would be bare. It didn’t take much encouragement for Dan to agree.

Sofia knew that Matt would be hungry after a day of traveling and so she had decided to fix a tray of appetizers that she could serve in bed. Cheese, a sliced apple, almonds, smoked salmon and crackers. She also set out glasses and some Don Julio Reposado, his favorite tequila. Matt had come to truly appreciate kuşadası escort tequila since they had been together.

And then Sofia had turned her attention to herself. Knowing that Matt’s favorite outfit on her was nothing at all, she decided to forgo his favorite blue sundress that she had put on after her shower and she opened her dresser, searching for just the right accessory for her nudity. She decided that Matt would appreciate stockings and heels. She felt just a little silly putting them on at 4:00 in the afternoon, but she knew Matt’s reaction would be worth it. She checked out her reflection in the mirror. Her bare skin had a shimmer to it from the lotion that she had carefully and thoroughly applied just a couple of hours ago. The black thigh high stockings were a dramatic contrast to her light colored skin. Her nipples stood out in contrast to it as well. In her mind, her bare pussy was begging for attention. She selected some of Matt’s favorite music to complete the mood.

She turned down the bed and placed the tray of food to one side. And she returned to the kitchen for the glasses and bottle of tequila. Her back was towards the door when she heard the key turn in the lock.

Mateo came through the door followed by his friend, Dan. “Hello Sweetheart” he announced once he was through the entry. As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, he smiled broadly and softly laughed when he realized the mistake he had made not to call Sofia and tell her about bringing Dan home for a drink. Sofia was totally naked with the exception of black stockings that ran up her long legs and stopped just a few inches from the top of her thighs. They were like a road map leading to her beautiful pussy. Her bare breasts were softly rounded and her nipples hard. She was wearing her sexiest heels, which made her legs even more shapely than usual. His cock stood at attention almost immediately.

Sofia turned around, expecting to embrace her handsome husband, but she stopped and took in the scene in front of her… her husband being followed by one of his golf buddies. Sofia didn’t know whether to be angry, or to be embarrassed; instead she just laughed.

She pulled Matt toward her… in part to cover her nudity, and in part to kiss him. She gave him a deep kiss, which Matt reciprocated, while pulling her toward him with his hands on her soft, smooth ass.

Still hugging Matt to her torso, Sofia leaned to the side to look past him and to greet their guest. “Hi Dan… sorry to put you in this spot. Let this be a lesson to us all to always text your spouse with any change in plans! Please sit down and pour yourself a drink… I’ll be right back.”

Dans eyes grew big, and from the bulge in his pants, it appeared that something else was getting big as well. He watched as Sofia used Matt as a sort of shield to walk her back to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Matt closed the door behind them and burst out laughing. “Only you, Sofia! I adore you.” And he slapped her ass playfully.

Sofia loved it when Matt teased her and she loved getting into wrestling matches with him. She playfully took out her anger by beating him in the chest “Pinche cabrón!” She cried, “Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing someone home?”

He pulled her close and pinned her against him until she could no longer struggle – the way he always won their wrestling matches. He kissed her deeply to quiet her protests and his hands explored her body, which was so totally accessible. She felt his stiff cock pushing against her. As he continued to kiss her, his hands found her pussy and confirmed just how wet she was.

“Fuck,” he said, “I need to have you.” And he unzipped his pants and left them fall to his knees as he leaned kuşadası escort bayan her over the dresser. He was rock hard and he knew how wet she was, so he pushed his thick cock inside her with one strong thrust.

“Baby, Dan is just outside,” she said.

“I don’t care,” he said between breaths. He knew this wouldn’t take long.

He trust deeply inside her while the dresser supported her weight. He pulled her into him with one hand on her hip while the other hand found her clit. Her moan said it all… she was on the verge of a strong climax. “Baby, don’t make me cum. I will scream… Fuck, you feel so good… Don’t make me cum, baby, don’t make me cum,” she begged.

But within moments, she struggled to stifle a scream as his cum shot deep inside of her.

Once their orgasms were silenced, Matt pulled his pants back up, tucked in his shirt, and watched as Sofia composed herself. She slipped the blue and white sundress on, and traded her stockings and heels for some summer flip flops.

Matt headed back to the living room where Dan was trying to look comfortable. His face was a bit flushed and Matt didn’t know if it was because he had been tossing back the tequila, or because of the situation he found himself in. There was no way that he didn’t hear Sofia scream just a few feet away. But Matt had a way of putting people at ease, and his broad smile and quick laughter helped Dan to feel that he wasn’t really intruding.

Sofia came out moments later, carrying the tray of appetizers that she had put next to the bed. With a flirty grin, she set it on the coffee table in front of Dan. “Just a little something I whipped up in the bedroom,” she said. And then she poured another drink for Dan and one for her and Matt as well.

They chatted for a bit and got to laughing over some of the most embarrassing moments they had ever had. They found themselves getting more and more relaxed the emptier the tequila bottle got. Eventually, Sofia got up to retrieve another one from the kitchen. As she walked away, Matt was quick to notice a wet spot on the back of Sofia’s dress. She was wearing no panties and he knew instantly that it was his cum seeping out of her.

Suddenly he was hard again. All he could think of was putting Sofia on top of the kitchen island and licking her clean. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on the conversation he and Dan were having. But he noticed Dans eyes were also glued to Sofia’s ass and the spot of dampness just below it.

Suddenly Dan got up and announced that he really needed to get home. He thanked them profusely and apologized for barging in on them. Since she was now fully clothed, Sofi was able to give him the typical Mexican send off by embracing him and kissing his right cheek. Matt promised to see him soon at the club.

Then they closed the door behind him, to enjoy the rest of their evening. Alone.

After Matt slowly closed the door, he breathed a sigh and turned to Sofia, putting his strong hands in her waist. He looked down on her with an intensity that always made a Sofi feel that he was looking right into her soul.

A slow smile spread across his face, as he took in the view of his alluring wife. He kissed her and said, “Ok…let’s clean up a bit and pretend that never happened.”

“But first,” he took her hand and led her into the bedroom, “Let’s get you back into you original outfit. I liked it very much.” He pulled the sundress over her head and tossed it into a chair. And he handed her the stockings that she had left lying on the bed, instructing her to sit down and put them on.

As she pulled them over her long legs, Matt clearly saw the moisture between her legs, and his cum tracing a line down the top of her escort kuşadası thigh. He bent down and put her shoes on her then pulled her up to assess the outfit. “Perfect,” he said.

She turned to go out to the living room and Matt stayed behind just long enough free himself of his travel-worn clothes before following her out.

Sofia picked up the bottles and and put them back in the bar. She returned to the living room to gather the tray of food just as Matt came back out. She smiled when she saw that he was naked. Her husband had a great body. Tall, lean, with strong shoulders and legs. And his hands. His amazing hands.

She asked if he wanted anything more to eat before putting the extra food away. “There is only one thing I want to eat,” he said. He took the tray from her hands and put it on the counter. He lifted her up onto the kitchen island, seating her just on the edge. He spread her legs and he touched her where his cum was seeping out. He kissed her mouth, her breasts, and finally her pussy. His tongue probed deep inside her to gather his cum.

Sofia leaned back on her elbows and arched her back. She let out a low moan and then she watched her husband as he gently and rhythmically cleaned out his cum, occasionally coming up to kiss her and to share the evidence of their passion. Sofia loved this ritual. Except in the mornings. Morning cum was different. Morning cum was all hers.

Sofi had explained to Matt that morning cum was special. It was a secret that she got to carry with her all day long. The ever-present reminder of him. She loved how she could be golfing, or in a meeting, or having lunch with friends, and begin to feel Matt’s cum ever so slowly oozing out of her. Something no one else knew she was feeling. A smile would cross her face as she felt it and she remembered how it came to be. Morning cum was all hers.

Sofia looked down at her husband. He had a beautiful head of hair. Now salt and pepper, it still complimented his dark eyes and his strong jawline. She especially liked seeing his head of hair between her legs. He never seemed to tire of caressing her with his tongue. Of tasting her juices, or of bringing her to the edge. He was a very attentive man. She watched closely as he used his right hand to stimulate her ass. And she was even more mesmerized by his left hand, which was stroking his own cock. It drove her crazy when he stroked his cock.

Finally, the wave of anticipation had built up to a point where Sofia could hold it back no longer. She shuddered and moaned and let herself be pulled under by the wave. And she lay back on the counter top, to catch her breath.

But before she had time to fully recover, Matt rolled her over on her stomach and slid her off the island to where her feet were now touching the floor. Her breasts pressed against the smooth, cool surface of the granite. He kissed her back and ran his hand along her ass and between her thighs. And then once again, he thrust his hard cock into her from behind.

Her juices had not stopped flowing all night, and he easily drove into the full depths of her vagina. Then, with his thick cock coated in her wetness, he more gently began to fuck her ass. Slowly at first, savoring the tightness that gripped his shaft.

“Baby,” Sofi said, “I have a story to tell you. Remember when you phoned me yesterday and I was on the roof?”

And, leaning over the kitchen counter, she proceeded to give him a descriptive account of her experience, as Matt ravished her from behind. How she had been seen while he made her cum over speaker phone. How exciting it was for her to open her eyes after her climax and witness the man stroking himself. What a rush it gave her to spread her legs for him and to touch herself. With each new detail, Matt pounded her ass harder. As Sofia’s voice deepened to reflect the excitement that she had experienced, his cadence became faster.

And finally, she described the tremendous climax she had when she saw the expression on his face as he came… it was all Matt needed to explode inside her.

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Happy Ending Ch. 03

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This is a work of fiction, based on no true experiences or actual people.

** The Happy Ending 3 – The Science of LSRT **

Michele had contacted me discretely, asking that we meet for dinner and some conversation regarding work she was doing related to massage therapy. I was happy to do it, and we set the date for a week out at a pleasant spot that was out of the way and not frequented by anyone either of us knew. I arrived early as usual, and was half way through my beer when she arrived.

“Thanks for coming” she said with a warm smile. “I only have a few clients I can really talk to, so…”

“No problem lady. Glad to do it.” I told her, giving her a warm hug. “What can I order for you?” I asked.

“Um… what the hell, I can do one drink, right?” she laughed. “I’ll have a Cosmo” she replied.

Rather than waiting I went to the bar, ordered the drink as well as another beer for myself, and returned to the table. “Thanks” Michele said, giving me a wink as she took the glass.

I nodded in response. “So… what’s cookin’?” I asked, eager to hear whatever she had to propose.

“Well… I have a new set of techniques and protocols I have named Libido Stress Reduction Therapy, or LSRT for short.” she began. “And yes, it is closely related to what you and I have done in our two special sessions.” she told me.

“Sounds interesting. How can I help?” I asked, taking a sip of my brew.

Michele reached down and took out a file labeled ‘LSRT’, setting it on the table in front of me. “I would like you to take a look at this, let me know what you think. I may even make a formal proposal to the AMT group if this works out.” she said, giving me a smile.

I opened the folder and began skimming the document, which had a fair amount of ‘science’ in it which went over my head; but some of the keys had to do with the therapist training the muscles of her rear opening to work the penis of the client in specific ways to relieve stress in the organs, nerves, and muscles associated with the libido. The document was very clear in stating that it was NOT about sexual release; but was truly a stress relief therapy. Her studies went on to explain why the anus and rectum were uniquely capable of providing this therapy IF the therapist was properly trained. Fifteen minutes after I opened the folder I closed it, raising my glass. “I’m not any sort of doctor so I can’t really comment on the science; but I can say from experience that the therapy works.” I told her.

“Okay. Well I’m sure you wouldn’t mind helping with my research, right?” she asked. I nodded in response. “Great. One of the most important aspects of this project will be training other therapists to perform this particular treatment.” she continued.

Um… okay, so…” I let my words trail off.

“So I’ll be asking you to accept your treatment from other therapists and report back to me on their results.” Michele told me. She looked up and nodded to someone behind me, and a lovely young woman appeared. “Ray, this is Raina” she introduced us. I stood up and accepted her hand.

“Pleased to meet you sir. Michele has told me you are a valued client and have been involved with her in this project.” Raina said as she shook my hand, her eyes locked on mine.

“Yes, indeed I have” I replied, sitting down again as she joined us.

“So… Ray… have you had anal sex with Michele?” she asked a question I quickly realized was ‘trick’.

“No. No I haven’t. What I have done is experience a very special therapy during my massage sessions.” I replied, getting a nod and a smile from Michele.

“Good answer Ray.” Raina said, adding her own smile to the group. She really was quite striking; but looked very young. “I just don’t want to think that this therapy somehow labels me as some kind of… you know… prostitute.” she added.

“Not at all Raina. If all I wanted was sex I can get that elsewhere. What I have received from Michele is in fact a very special therapy. That it involves parts of our bodies which might otherwise be considered sexual organs is really not relevant.” I responded. “The benefits associated with the therapy are far deeper than just sex.” I added, getting a nod from Michele.

“I see, so you don’t perceive this therapy as sexual?” Raina pursued.

At this point Michele interceded. “I think Ray has answered that already, so there’s really no need to go any further.” she said. “Ray, let me fill you in on the project, where we are now, what Raina’s role will be and all that, okay?” she suggested. I nodded. “Alright, well I’ve been given a green light by the institute to proceed with my research in a strictly limited fashion. I met Raina through the graduate placement program, and she is interested in joining the project – along with my private massage therapy practice – as my intern.” Michele began.

“Ah… so she will be watching and learning?” I suggested.

“Well… no actually…” Raina responded. “I’ve been training with Michele, and will be doing some of the therapy once she passes me on to those exercises.” she told me.

Michele nodded. “Yes, that’s right. And I believe Raina is getting very close to being ready to take on a eskişehir escort session – with my supervision of course.” she added.

“And… you would like me to be her… eh… practice dummy?” I asked with a laugh.

“Guinea Pig would be a better analogy I think; but yes.” Michele said, joining in the laugh. “At your next therapy session, which I think is next week, she will be providing both the massage and the… uh… LSR therapy.” she added, winking at me.

Raina excused herself to the restroom, leaving Michele and I alone for a few minutes. I had the opportunity to take a quick look at her luscious round backside as she walked away, and Michele noticed. “She does have a fine booty, doesn’t she?” she laughed. “Listen Ray, I wouldn’t ask anyone else to do this for me. Raina is young; but honestly she has approached every aspect of this thing with clinical precision with an eye toward the science of it. I know it sounds a little funny; but she has been so diligent about the training and conditioning of her muscles – you know – back there…” she continued. She gave a quick wave, letting me know Raina was on her way back. When she arrived at the table Michele got up. “Ray, sorry to do this to you; but I really must get back. I’ll see you next week. Raina, feel free to hang here with Ray if you like. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder and turning to walk away.

Raina smiled at me nervously. “So… Ray… what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?” she giggled. “I’ll have what you’re having.” she added.

A lovely young woman with a fantastic derriere drinks beer! I thought, walking to the bar to bring back two cold ones. “Here you are my dear.” I said, setting the frosted mug down to pour her glass. “Cheers!”

She took a sip of her brew, eyeing me the whole time. “Okay Ray, so most of the men I’ve been with have wanted me to… you know… use my mouth to get them ready” she said. I let her continue. “So do you want… or need… oral stimulation to get your… organ ready for… you know…” she stammered. “Michele mentioned that she did that for you; but that you didn’t need it.” she added.

“Raina, I won’t lie to you, I enjoy fellatio as much as the next warm-blooded male. And Michele offered that as a part of the therapy so I let her provide the service.” I told her. “But I don’t think I would need oral stimulation from either of you.” I concluded.

She nodded. “Okay, well thank you. I admit I don’t find fellatio to be a particularly enjoyable act.” she said.

I caught that. “Raina, it isn’t about enjoyment. It’s therapy.” I clarified.

“Um… true enough I guess… I don’t know…” Raina replied.

I held up my hand. “Listen sweetie. Just relax. Michele knows what she’s doing. If she thinks you’re ready for this, then you are ready for this. I’m happy to be your guinea pig.” I told her.

Raina drank half of her beer as she thought about things. “Thanks Ray. I guess the whole idea that I’m going to let you put your…. penis… in my…” she stammered.

“Whoa there a second. This is therapy. I am the patient, not some kind of sexual predator sweetie. You decide when – and how – this all happens.” I calmed her.

She laughed, finishing her beer and giving the barkeep the signal for another round. “Geez. I’m such a nerd.” she said. “I’m not letting you f-fuck me up the ass, I’m using my rectal channel as a therapy instrument.” she giggled. “Doesn’t that sound funny?” she asked, giggling at the thought.

I shook my head. “Not at all. That’s precisely what we’re talking about.” I told her. “That is what Michele’s project is all about.” I added.

Raina stood up. “I’m sorry. Beer just goes through me. I’ll be right back.” she said, letting her fingertips drag up my forearm as she walked to the restroom. I took the opportunity to take in a more complete look this time, damn near drooling at Raina’s fantastic rump. Yes indeed. I shall gladly let her squeeze my dick in that backside I thought.

We finished another beer then bid each other a pleasant evening, looking forward to the next session at Michele’s. While I knew the very pleasant – and a bit sexual – experience I was accustomed to wouldn’t be there, I also knew I would be enjoying the snug channel hiding between those incredible butt cheeks. Raina had confessed that she’d had anal intercourse only a few times, and while she enjoyed the sensations associated with the actual penetration of her anus and rectum, the men she was with were ill-prepared, inexperienced, and clumsy which made the whole thing just a bit uncomfortable. I shall be as deft and as gentle as I can I vowed to myself.

The day finally arrived and I drove up to Michele’s very private Therapy Alcove, noting that both Michele’s car and another I wasn’t familiar with were parked in the carport. The little Honda suited Raina’s personality. Must be hers. I parked and walked into the lobby, the door ringing a bell when I entered. Michele appeared, wearing a more ‘normal’ outfit of jeans and a relatively thin shirt. “Hey Ray.” she greeted me. “Raina is almost ready. We’ve just been going over some things.” she told me. eskişehir escort bayan

“No problem. I’m early as usual.” I replied.

“I know I don’t need to say this; but just let her do all the work.” Michele said softly. “She needs to build up some confidence and all that.”

I nodded in acknowledgement just as Raina appeared in the doorway, dressed in a snug-fitting cotton shirt and khaki pants that hugged her form in a tasteful way. She gave me a broad smile. “Hi Ray. Are you ready for me?” she asked.

“I think so!” I replied, following her lead into the therapy room. I gave Michele a wink as I passed by, getting one from her in return.

“Anything in particular you want me to work on?” Raina asked, blushing almost immediately. “I mean… you know…”

“Nope.” I replied. “Just a tuneup this time.”

“Okay, you know the drill. I’ll be back when you’re ready.” she said, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. I stripped quickly and lay down on the table, face down and covered with the blanket. A minute later the door opened and both ladies enterred. Raina began very much the same as Michele did, kneading the oils into my back as her skilled fingers found the places that required her attention. After working my back, shoulders, and neck she moved down to my legs and feet then covered me. “Turn over please Ray” she said, holding the blanket away from me to enable my flip. Again her hands worked my legs, reaching up my thighs to gently touch my genitals before moving back up to knead and stretch my arms and shoulders. She had her act together and quickly stripped out of her khaki’s and panties before coating her palm with a different oil to gently fondle and stroke my cock under the covers. “Okay Ray, we’re moving on to the LSR therapy now – if you’re ready.” Raina said, her fingers quickly bringing my organ to full strength. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate no touching during the therapy; but kindly be ready to spot me. I haven’t done this part of it for real yet.” she giggled, stepping onto the small stool before climbing onto the table with me. She swung one leg over my torso, facing toward me as she reached back to guide my dick. “Here we go” she said, lowering her hips until my cockhead was pressed against her anus. “nnNNN” she let out a low grunt as my organ pushed past her sphincter for the first time. “ohhhh” Raina let out another low moan, easing her hips downward to take my shaft into her rectal chute.

“Okay Raina. Just relax and let the phallus penetrate you.” Michele told her, watching carefully as her protege’ executed her training for the first time. “That’s it… easy now… you want full penetration before your muscles begin the therapy. And Ray, I know this will sound a little odd; but please try to relax so Raina can get some practice with the therapy techniques.” she added, leaning in close to watch as my cock pushed fully into Raina’s asshole. “There we go, all the way in. Now just relax for a minute before you go to work honey. Let your body get used to it first.” Michele provided guidance.

I was in a bit of a conflict with the pretty young woman trying to remain ‘clinically distant’ from me with my penis fully engulfed in her rectum and her face just inches from mine. Had it been Michele there would have been a lot more touching and kissing going on; but I understood the objective. Raina’s asshole was very tight, being unaccustomed to penile penetration of any kind. I could tell she was having a tough time as her butt trembled with small spasms while she tried to relax. These twitches were completely involuntary; but they still had an affect on my organ inside her. I offered my hands on her shoulders to keep the small distance between our torsos. “Relax Raina. Don’t worry about me right now. I’ll do my best not to lose it.” I told her in as reassuring a voice as I could muster. It took several minutes before her bottom calmed down.

“Ray… does it… feel good?” Raina asked, remaining still on top of me. “I mean…”

“It feels very nice Raina. Just relax sweetie.” I replied, making every effort to refrain from twitching my penis inside her ass.

“Okay Raina. Let’s see if you can control those muscles now.” Michele directed. “Nice and easy. Just give the penis a little massage.” she added, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

Her butt was definitely full, much moreso than it was when she was practicing on the Sybian Michele had set up for her. Raina closed her eyes and clenched, once… twice… and on the third deliberate clench her rectal chute spasmed several times involuntarily. “unnghhh” she grunted, focusing her nerve centers to return to the relaxed state. “Uh… sorry…” she mumbled, moving her hips up and back down slowly. Ray’s penis twitched inside her and she could feel him doing the same – focusing hard to get back to the relaxed state. “thanks Ray” she whispered.

“You’re doing fine guys.” Michele said. “Focus is the key to making this therapy work.” she added.

“uh… Michele?” I got her attention. She came up to stand next to my face. “I think maybe more lube would help both of us.” I suggested, fighting another twitch.

“Okay, escort eskişehir we can do that.” Michele said. “Raina, why don’t you just ease yourself up and off of Ray and let me add some lubricant.” she directed, watching as the young woman slowly pulled her hips up until my cock slipped from her rear. To my surprise I felt Michele’s mouth engulf my cock – just for a few seconds – adding her spittle to coat my organ before she slipped the lube applicator into Raina’s bottom and gave it a healthy squeeze. “Two fingers now Raina” she said, and I watched Raina’s face contort with the intrusion as again Michele gave my dick a nice suck. “Alright, let’s go back in there.” Michele said, guiding my penis to the slippery wrinkle between Raina’s cheeks. “Easy does it… easy… good… all the way in” she directed the penetration. Her asshole was still tight; but it was easier. “Is that better Ray?” she asked. I nodded and gave her a wink.

The added lube made the penetration easier, and gave the walls of Raina’s rectal chute more freedom to move on my shaft without triggering spasms in either of us. A long minute of focused relaxation and we were ready to try again. She opened her eyes and looked at me as if to ask permission, and I nodded as my hands gently grasped her shoulders. Her eyes closed again, and I felt her clench once… twice… three times… four times… then on the fifth her anal ring clenched hard. Raina groaned. “Relax sweetie. You’ll get there. Just relax.” I said softly. We held still for several minutes before the next round, for more than thirty minutes we worked through the exercise, pausing for additional lubricant one more time. Raina could get through a dozen controlled muscle actions, then her natural responses would take over and her tight little butthole would quiver around my penis, drawing a response from my organ every time.

“OhhhhKaayyyy kids, I think we’ve done well for the first session.” Michele said. “Great job Raina. Now let’s let Ray reach his finish this time. Don’t worry if you move up and down, it’s natural.” she added.

Raina relaxed one final time, then began working my cock in earnest. I could see in her face that she was enjoying the ‘task’ in a way that was unmistakably sexual, muffling her own squeals as her hips started easing up and down. The muscle contractions became spasms and convulsions as her asshole rode up and down my shaft. “ohhhhhyes.” I grunted, trying to refrain from grabbing her hips to pound my dick up her butt. Raina did a fine job of that, her hips becoming almost a blur as she took my penis deep into her anal port, squeezing hard with her sphincter on every stroke. “ohgodd… yes… YES…. YEAHHHHH….” I growled, my balls emptying into her bowels in spurts of pure pleasure. Raina stayed there with her ass full of my meat until my breathing returned to normal, then gently eased herself off of my still erect cock as Michele helped her dismount from the table.

“Did you enjoy that Ray?” Raina asked, giggling softly.

“Oh yes Raina. You did very well.” I replied, trying to keep it clinical.

“Yes you did Raina. Great job.” Michele said, putting her arm around the girl’s shoulder. “You can go ahead and cleanup now” she said, watching Raina grab her panties and khaki’s before she headed out of the room. She pulled a couple of sanitary wipes from the dispenser and gently wiped off my genitals. I was still rock hard, and her touch was almost too much. My dick twitched in her hand and she looked into my eyes. “Hey now mister.” she laughed. “Therapy session is over” she added. Her voice changed to a whisper. “I’ll get Raina off to work and we can continue if you like” she said, dipping her head to gently suckle on the head of my dick before heading out of the room to intercept her protege’.

I laid there, letting my libido calm down a little bit as I waited. A knock came at the door. “Yes?” I responded. Raina poked her head in, a big smile on her pretty face. “Okay Ray, I’m off. Thanks for putting up with me, I hope it wasn’t too bad.” she giggled. “See you next time?” she queried.

“It was very nice Raina, you did great. I’ll definitely see you next time.” I replied, returning her smile.

She disappeared and shortly afterward I heard the front door close as she left, then her car started and rolled away. A minute later Michele came back into the room, pulling her shirt over her head before yanking off her jeans and panties. She came to the table, grinning as her fingers wrapped around my penis which had begun to soften while I waited. “Ooooo… he needs a little somethin’ I think” she said, quickly moving to wrap her lips around my meat. I reached down to grab a handful of her tiny little butt, insinuating a finger between her cheeks as she sucked my cock. She showed her strength, hoisting her body up and over me to straddle my face without losing oral contact with my dick. My hands grabbed her buttocks, spreading them to reveal her snug little wrinkle as my tongue flicked at her clit and lapped the length of her damp petals. We only needed a few minutes and she was ready, swinging her body around without taking her fingers off my member as she lowered herself down. “ohhhhhyessss….” she groaned as my penis enterred her bottom. Her hips slammed down onto my organ, driving it deep into her ass, then she anchored herself with her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Time for some THERAPY” she growled, clenching her rectal muscles around my dick in controlled ripples of exquisite tension.

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11. Jenny Gives Billy His Wish.

This story is fiction and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but everyone is 18+ at the time the story happens. Hopefully this is plausible. Issues such as STDs and family planning are considered outside of the narrative.

It starts during the end of the second wave of Covid 19 in England. It comes after a 01. Beautiful Spring Sunday, 02. The Next Morning, 03. Art of Customer Service, 04. Rumbled and Outcome, 05. Donna Exposed, 06.Thor’s Story, 07.Billy Gets His Wish, 08. Spreading the Love, 09. Jenny Gets Her Man and 10. The Reformation of Billy.

You are recommended to read those first… But particularly 09.

[NOTE: This shares some narrative that is common with my One Off ‘A Gift for My Valentine’ as I was working on this when I realised that I could borrow from it for that story. I could have spent more time camouflaging the self-plagiarism, but it would not have added anything to this story. However, the events are not directly lifted, but edited to suit. So apologies if you see “I know you get randy about now, but you seem extra keen and orgasmic. Care to share?” and think ‘I read that before’: You have.]

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Jenny here as this is my story. If you haven’t read Jenny Gets Her Man, and earlier revelations you may have problems understanding what is going on, until it gets to the fucking.

I have moved into Fourways Farm and I am living with Billy in the so called Guest Wing, where Cal is now living with Al in the Family wing. Our sex lives are fulfilling but as two couples with not sexual interaction. Billy assures me that he doesn’t miss sex with Al, or the sessions with her, and Cal.

Now I know, because we talk, that Al has implants and is one of those women who doesn’t have much if anything in the way of a ‘time of the month’, where I do, though only for a day or two. Billy is understanding as he has never had so much sex, even more than with Al.

Now the only problem is that I get randy around the time that Billy can’t help me. However, the other thing I have noticed is if we are having sex ‘doggie style’, his thumbs creep into the crease and he tends to pull on my rosebud. Now I find that stimulating in a way that gives me better orgasms.

So, one time I asked. “Billy, have you ever done anal sex?”

He looked a bit embarrassed. “Yes, but not lots.”

“Did you have it with Al?”

He actually blushed. “Er, yes, twice actually, but I don’t think Al really likes it.”

“Do you want to do it with me? I think I might like it.”

His smile was epic. “Really? Yes, I would, but I think you need preparation. Al had a, er, thingy, butt plug, and had lubed up.”

I hadn’t thought of that, if the porn I had seen men often just stuck it in, or put a finger in first. Though I had seen a butt plug being removed just before a man with an inhuman sized cock rammed it in the woman. Any lube seemed to be later. “Oh, I suppose it might be a good idea if she doesn’t mind.”

“I’m sure she won’t if I know her.”

—-

So the next evening I met with Al as Cal was working a late shift at the airport and wouldn’t be home until gone ten. I had told her it was that I wanted to know about anal sex, so she was prepared.

“Jenny,” She said in a happy tone, though I have rarely known her anything but. “we need to meet more, but Billy has got you interested in anal, the naughty boy!” And she winked.

I felt a blush. “Actually, it was more me. He hasn’t really touched me there, but the bit of attention he has done does something so I asked and he said I should speak to you as he knew you prepared for the two times he had done it with you.”

Al nodded and smiled. “I’m glad he was honest, but did he say Cal was there both times and that as well as Billy in my ass, I had Cal in my pussy?”

My mind reeled, I had seen double penetration, but didn’t think ‘real’ people did it! B but there again few have access to two men like Al did before I ‘stole’ Billy from her.

Al realised I was stunned. “Jenny, I am not suggesting that we have group sex.” I immediately relaxed. “I was just giving ‘full disclosure’. I didn’t get much from anal, but the feeling of two men was special, but not something I was hung up on and I have a way to get a lot of the benefit without the bodies.”

“Thanks for that Al, I won’t be surprised if Billy lets something slip and in an odd way, it will make Billy having anal with just me, somehow more special as he didn’t with you.” I thought, but I suppose he has with other women, but not ones I know.

With that Al opened the box on the table and started to get things out. “These,” She said laying out three blue objects that looked the same, but went from slim to fat, the fat one looking like a butt plug. “are training plugs, the thin one is the first one. When you are comfortable with that, putting it in, playing, taking it out and wearing for a while, starting with ten minutes then up to a couple of hours, you eskişehir escort move up to the middle one. Then when ready, you move up to the last one and then you will be ready for this one.”

With that she brought out a metal one with a jewel in the base and it was bigger again. I asked. “Can I pick it up?”

“Of course.” So I picked them up and felt the difference between the largest trainer and the jewelled one. “You will see how much heavier it is and you really feel it when you wear it for any time. Apparently some women like it so much they wear one most of the time, but not my cup of tea.”

I wondered what it would feel like to have that in me and was almost too anxious to start. “I don’t suppose I could borrow these?”

Al shook her head. “I don’t think we should share them, but I will share the links and you can have them next day delivery. They aren’t that expensive.” I nodded and understood, I would never share a vibrator and these were more intimate.

She reached in the box. “Now moving on, you may want to practice with one of these.” She brought out a short, narrow, black, knobbly dildo and passed it to me. “This is exactly what it looks like and once you have practiced with the plugs this can be quite nice, if anal is your thing, so I understand, but it doesn’t do very much for me.”

I passed it back. “Right, anything else in your box of wonders?”

“I haven’t mentioned lube and you will need plenty of it,” And she got out a couple bottles and tubes out. “or I did. But saliva might do it for you if Billy really works at it. However, you will need it, or oil, for the plugs and dildo, I’ll give you the links for them as well. If you fit the plug, you can ease it out and then lube up the gape, and put the plug back so that you are well lubed when Billy takes the plug out.” She added, with a smile, clearly remembering her experience. “He seems to know how to play with it and your pussy before he removes it.”

I felt that I was learning a lot but also that Al hadn’t finished, the mental images were turning me on and I felt warm and wet between my legs. “What’s next?”

She took a deep breath. “Right, some people think this is being over the top, and others that it is vital, so make your own mind up.” With that she brought out a black bulb with a fine nozzle and a pack of intimate wipes.

“What’s that?” Referring to the object.

“Right, I’m not trying to put you off the idea, but I had to think about Cal and Billy as well as me. It’s an anal douche, for giving an enema. Read the leaflet that comes with yours on how and when to use it. Basically it assures that you are clean back there. Also some men will switch between ass and pussy, either deliberately or by accident, and being clean is a good idea.”

“I’ll get one and think about it. Anything else?”

“Right, confession time.” Al said with a deep breath. “I wasn’t really into anal, but double penetration was special, particularly feeling so full and also the feeling of a cock in my pussy moving against something in my ass.” I must have pulled a face as I wondered if she might want to borrow Billy, so she added quickly. “But I don’t want to be with two men again. So, this next item is more expensive than the rest together, but I don’t think you will need one.”

She reached in and brought out a black butt plug, but it had a T-shaped handle, and then a small black oval thing with buttons. She pressed one and the plug started to buzz and move on the table.

I looked at her and guessed. “Remote control vibrating plug?”

She smiled and patted my hand whilst switching it off. “Got it in one. I get the feeling of being full and also it adds something, but I use it more in solo play with a dildo than with Cal, but we have used it together and he controls the remote.”

“Ok, but I don’t think I will need that. Well not straight away.”

“I agree, but you might want to experiment with a realistic dildo or vibrator to experience the DP effect and I’m sure Billy will love it as a treat for you both.” With that Al started to put everything back in the box.

I thanked her and we had a hug and Al sent me the links and I went on line, ordering the training plugs and lube first of all, but I went for a glass ones with ridges as they were described as being more stimulating and looked much prettier, not that I would be putting them on display. Then I had, not much persuasion needed, get Billy to fuck me as I had got turned on by my chat with Al and the idea of the toys I had bought on line.

—-

I started with the first one and to get me in the mood, I first of all, brought myself off with my favourite rabbit vibrator. I got on my knees and lowered my head to the pillows, but got in a position so that I could see my bottom in the wardrobe mirror. The wardrobe filled one wall, parallel to the bed and had three sliding doors which were mirrors from floor to ceiling, so we had watched ourselves making love many times.

I eskişehir escort bayan then gradually eased the well lubed plug into my rosebud. At first I could hardly get any of it in, but it felt interesting and then I touched my clit and relaxed and it went further in, so I played with myself more and then it suddenly slid all the way in. I realised that I liked the feeling and started rocking it and pulling it out and in and suddenly had another orgasm, which felt different, and then pushed it all the way in and left it.

I got up and walked around feeling the weight in my rear. I then went to the ensuite and had a quick shower, just below my waist, and I eased out the plug and got a hint about the advantage of an enema.

So back online and ordered up the enema kit and picked two full sized plugs, a smooth metal one and a sculpted glass one, to save on delivery.

—-

So, I worked up from the first plug, through to the second and the third, taking a day or two with each one. I had to find enough time whilst Billy was out and he nearly caught me one time. I always started with getting an orgasm from my rabbit but by the end I was having an orgasm just from playing with the plugs.

On Friday I was able to put in the metal plug at the end of the day, and leave it in until bedtime, but I removed it before Billy and I went to bed, I wanted to surprise him on Saturday evening when he thought I would be ‘off bounds’.

However, as we were cuddling and kissing he said. “I know you get randy about now, but you seem extra keen and orgasmic. Care to share?”

I think I blushed, but the lights were low so possibly he didn’t see, but I still dived under the covers to take his cock in my mouth. He groaned and ran his hands lightly through my hair. “Good way of avoiding the question. I’ll wait until you tell me.”

—-

On Saturday morning, we didn’t make love as I was wearing underwear overnight, so Billy didn’t expect anything would be happening for a couple of days. I was always willing to give him a blow job, but he felt it was unfair on me that he got more than me.

During the day I put in the metal plug so I had been wearing it for a few hours before bedtime. I got ready first and when Billy was in the ensuite I got out the training plugs and placed them on my bedside draws, along with a bottle of lube, so I did put them on display!

When he came out, I nipped back in and updated my preparations and switched to the glass plug and removed my panties as I was using a cup, another innovation in the name of our sex life, and entered the bedroom naked. The thought of what I was doing was turning me on and I was starting to feel warm and tingly in my pussy.

Billy was standing naked by my side of the bed, his night clothes under his pillow. He was holding the largest of the training plugs like it as if it was the most precious thing he had seen, with a gleam in his eye. “Are these what I think they are?”

I smiled. “They are and I’ve had them a week. I think you will like the one I am wearing better.” Well he nearly dropped the one he had in his hand.

“Are you…?” Clearly confused by my lack of panties.

“Yes, but I have a cup in, so you can play with my pussy while you fuck my ass.” I have never seen his erection shoot up so fast. He grabbed me and we kissed passionately, with his erection wedged between us.

He was in a sort of daze so sat him on the bed. I spread his knees and got down between them and took hold of his shaft in my right hand and his balls with my left and started playing with him. Billy stroked my hair and I gently took the tip of is prick in my mouth, tasting the pre-cum that already started to flow. I licked along the underside of his shaft, then around the head and then I bobbed my head up and down enthusiastically.

Billy reached down and played with my tits, getting the nipples engorged and sending tingles through me. Oh I was getting so wet down there as I worked on his shaft and balls with my mouth and hands. I licked his smooth balls, he shaves for me, licked and wanked his shaft, sucked on the head, taking it as deep as I could and play with, swirling my tongue, and repeating it. In no time he was groaning and said. “Jen-babe, so good, I’m … Oh!” And he came in my mouth as I intended, I wanted my first anal to last and also for Billy to be a bit relaxed when he first entered.

I got on the bed, parallel to the mirror and said. “Billy, play with me.” He positioned himself to the side of my hip, as I found out later he had with Al, and played with the plug with his left hand. He reached under me with his right hand and played with my tits and pussy and when he put his fingers in my vagina I could see Al’s point about a vibrator, but no time for that now.

Billy, worked wonders on me and I had an orgasm that left me dizzy. “Ohhh!!! Billy-Boy!!! AHHH!!!! FFFUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!”

When I looked at our reflection, I noticed Billy’s escort eskişehir prick was starting to rise nicely and so I said. “Bill-boy, I need you in me, so get that plug out of my ass and fill me with your shaft.”

Billy’s face beamed and he scooted around behind me and with his right hand he spread my buttocks and with the left he gradually pumped the plug harder and harder, rocking it as well, until it emerged from my sensitive rosebud, causing me to have another little orgasm. “Ooohhh! Sooo GoooooD!”

He wasted no time, using both hands to spread my bottom cheeks before my gape closed and directed the head of his shaft into me. I could feel the pressure of the head against my bud and then he reached round and massaged my clit and I melted and his shaft entered my back door and, because of the copious quantity of lube, slid half way in.

Billy continued to play with my clit and started to thrust in and out of my back door, sending thrills into my core that I had sensed from using the plugs. “Bill-boy, go for it, I need you deep in me, fill me, fuck my ass.”

He grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them wide and thrust all the way in until his balls swung forward and hit my pussy lips. “Jen-babe, oh you feel so good, I have never felt anything better, except your pussy.”

I smiled, even if it was flattery, he knew I needed to hear it. “Bill-boy, Bang me, I know you are the best at that!”

Billy pulled back until he was nearly out and then rammed back in. Oh, that felt so good but different, especially the start, but then the end when he bottomed out, ramming into my bottom and squeezing my vagina.

I reached back and played with my clit. As Billy’s repeated ramming continued, getting faster and stronger, my clit play got harder and then I reached in to my vagina with two fingers.

I got to my g-spot and hardly touched it before I climaxed and nearly lost consciousness. “FFFUUUCCCCKKKKKIIINNGGG!!!!! FFUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Fuck, fuck fuck bill-boy!”

My spasms must have triggered Billy as he shot his hot seed into my bowels and we slumped down onto the bed. He rolled off me and as his prick pulled out of my ass, leaving me gaping and feeling so empty and I groaned at the loss. Billy must have sensed my need as he gently eased the butt plug back in and then cuddled me.

“Bill-boy,” I quietly said, turning to kiss him. “that was fantastic, and I am sure it will get better with practice.”

“Jen-baby, I love you and I promise we will.”

After we had our post fuck cuddle I went and had a shower and got myself ready for bed, without the plug and then Billy and I had another cuddle and went to sleep.

Over the next few days we had more anal sex each evening.

—-

On Sunday night I got prepared the same way and I gave Bill-boy a blow job. He knew we would be having anal sex, but what he didn’t expect was for me to lie on my back with my head off the edge the bed. He knew that when I was in that position I could, and wanted him to, deep throat me.

He enthusiastically got in position, but then gently offered his prick to my mouth. I kissed the end and sucked him in. When he had just the head in I could run my tongue around the whole tip including the underside and soon I had Billy groaning. He let me control his movements with hands on his hips whilst he played with my tits and nipples.

Inch by inch I worked him deeper into my mouth until he was reaching the back of my throat. I eased him out, took a deep breath, relaxed my throat and pulled him right in until my throat bulged, my nose was nestled in his balls and my chin was on his pubic bone. I let go of his hips and he slowly fucked my throat.

“Oh Jen-babe, this is so wonderful, I love you so.” I wished he could just keep going but I had to touch his hip, our signal, and he withdrew to let me breathe, leaving just the head in. Saliva was dripping off his shaft and running up my cheeks, and Billy used his thumbs to wipe it to prevent it getting in my eyes. Oh, how he had changed from the Billy the Bang I first knew to this masterful lover who would give me anything I wanted. I knew it was thanks to Al and Cal that he had changed, and I quietly thanked them in my heart for that.

I mumbled around his prick. “Bill-boy, anything for you, everything for you.” Then I swirled my tongue around the head and took a deep breath and then he smoothly slid his prick all the way in again and again, face fucking my throat until I touched him again and he let me breathe and wiped my eyes, before going in again.

This time he reached further down my body and started playing with my pussy, thumbing my clit and probing my vagina, finding my g-spot. I let him have my throat for as long as I could but had to touch him as my orgasm flowed through me. As I was nearly out of breath, I could only sigh happily but I could feel how wet my pussy was.

He was waiting with the tip in my mouth as I recovered my sanity, and I don’t know why letting him have his way with my throat is such a turn on. I rolled over and, supported on my elbows, began to work on his prick with my right hand on the shaft and left on his balls. I bobbed my head and sucked and worked my tongue on the underside of his shaft, using the tip to pleasure the web below the head.

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Maid in My Home: Live-in

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Margaye called me one evening on the weekend. She was hysterical.

She had never called me. She had never texted or emailed. Any admin coordination I did was with the agency, who communicated with her. We had never needed to communicate outside of personal interactions. She was that good, I realized.

“I’m so, so sorry, Matt. My mother is having an… episode. I’ve been dealing with it nonstop for the last two days and it shows no sign of stopping.”

“Tell me what is going on?”

“She’s… out of her mind, more than usual. Attacking me. Verbally. Physically. Over nothing. I’ve locked her in her room three times, then she starts wailing until I let her out. Then she attacks me for locking her in her room. I’m at my wits end.”

Margaye had been taking care of her mom for years. She had told us how she was an amazing single mother for years, then, towards retirement age, she started showing signs of dementia. It was a slow decline. Now, it seems, the decline was increasing.

“Tell me what you need, Margaye. We are here to help.”

Margaye sniffed, “thanks. Uh, I need a day off tomorrow, I guess.”

“You’ve worked for us for how long and you’ve never asked for a day off. Take as many days off as you need.”

She sniffed again. “Thank you. I… think it is time to put her in memory care.”

“You are getting attacked. That’s not acceptable. Get her the help she needs. The environment she needs.”

“I can’t afford-“

I cut her off. “You worry about Mom. Get her settled. When you come back we can talk. Allison and I were just about to give you a raise, but we didn’t know what number to raise it to. Send us the estimate for memory care and a quick rundown of your fixed costs. Your needs in the near future. You are so valuable to us. We aren’t going to let you go and we will pay for the privilege.”

She was silent for a while. “I’m speechless. You two have been so…”

“Think it over,” I said. “Take some time. A week. A month. Take a spa day. Road trip. This place is immaculate and we will be fine without parallel vaccum tracks in the carpet for a while. Seriously.”

“Thanks so much, Matt.”

I filled in Allison via email. She called Margaye immediately after and said the same thing. I guess that’s how women operate. Margaye started the process of enrolling her mom into a local memory care facility. A week later, the house was just fine. Margaye returned, sheepishly.

I was a bit busy, but Allison did a great job of soothing her fears and anxiety about her job, our relationship and what was going on with the elder Osterhoff. The house returned to immaculate condition.

“Family meeting!” Allison yelled. It was 6pm and I should have been done with work an hour ago and on the treadmill, but my ass was still glued to my office chair. “Get going! This is important.”

I joined my wife and Margaye in the kitchen over a spread of sliced cheese, apples and wine. Margaye was in her usual uniform of frumpy slacks and a tucked in white polo shirt. Allison was still in professional attire, although, her blouse had two buttons undone. “Margaye has something to tell us.”

Margaye cleared her throat and stood up straight. “I’ve decided to sell out family home. It’s hard, but every night I go home and mom’s not there, but mom is there and… she raised me in that house on her own. She paid it off years ago, even as a single mom on a librarian salary. She was so proud of the house. Now, she… doesn’t remember the address. She is happy in her new situation. I started throwing out her junk… and kept going. I want out of that place. That place is my mom. And the mom I know is no longer there.”

Allison held her hand. We all had some tears.

Margaye continued. “I’ve researched what it takes to get the house ready to sell and how that can work with my duties here. Fortunately, the house is quite valuable nowadays. The relator says they will cover the repairs and upgrades to the furnace and some other stuff. In short, I should be back to full time, however I’ll need to take calls and maybe run home to address something.”

“Margaye,” Allison said, “you are so strong for taking this on. You do such a great job and that house. Too good! Feel free to slack off for a couple months. Or at least take a spa day.”

I looked into Margaye’s eyes and nodded.

Allison continued, “We were going to give you a raise anyway. We weren’t sure how much you’d see of it due to the agency’s cut, so here. It’s a small token of how much we appreciate you.” Allison slid an envelope to Margaye. “Off the books. Like I said. Take a spa day.”

Margaye was speechless and in tears for a while. She murmured her thanks. Allison hugged her. I nodded and patted her on the shoulder. I’m not good at this type of emotional comforting. That’s why Allison is such a good wife. She can do double for the both of us.

The situation stabilized in a few weeks. I was deeply involved with work. 16 hour days, but at least they were all from home. I snuck out to shag my wife denizli escort a few times, but most days I was in bed after she was asleep and up before she woke.

One day, Allison stuck her head in the office. “Margaye’s place is in escrow. 10K over asking!”

I gave her the thumbs up. I was halfway listening to a conference call while filling a spreadsheet.

“Ahem, family meeting time,” Allison growled.

I took my phone and headphones downstairs, still listening to the meeting, and making the universal signal for “I’m on a call, but on mute.” We all stood around the kitchen island.

Allison said, “Margaye wants to move in.”

Margaye protested, “no, no, sorry, what I said was that I’ll be homeless in like 3 days and I haven’t even looked for an apartment, so I ask if I can-“

Allison cut her off. “We have 6 unused bedrooms in this place and the thought of you sleeping in your car or taking a shitty apartment sight-unseen is unacceptable to me. To clarify, I want Margaye to stay with us.”

The droning chatter of my conference call was mind-numbing, contrasted with the idea of having a live-in maid that had watched us have sex and masturbated to porn with my wife was the most interesting development of my day. “Agreed,” I said. “No objections.”

“Welllll, there is a wrinkle to that. Margaye has brought this up with me privately and now I think we should address it.,” Allison said.

I raised another eyebrow. “Go on.”

Allison stole a glance to Margaye who was blushing beet red. Allison said, “we would like her to sleep in our walk in closet… so she can be… closer to us.”

“I… tried to take a nap in one of the bedrooms recently. I was exhausted from dealing with mom and everything was under control. But… it was too quiet. I’m used to living with mom and her TV up all the way all night. I’m used to being close to… people I care for.”

Allison sighed and touched Margaye’s hand.

Of course, the time for me to chime in on the meeting had arrived. I took the call off mute and started talking, but not before giving a thumbs up. I turned away to walk into the other room. I gave them double thumbs up as I walked away.

_________

Later that night, Allison was all over me, simultaneously wanting sex and to talk. Margaye was done for the day.

“I don’t know how to deal with you right now, dear. You are-“

“Fuck I just have so much on my mind and I want you but-“

I pushed her down on the bed, stripped her panties off and started licking her pussy. She moaned and pulled my head hard against her mons. I undressed her all the way as I licked.

“I don’t know what is going on in my head right now. I’m not bi. I’m not gay. I’m still your faithful wife, but the thought of another girls living in our bedroom and watching us… ohhh, honey, you have been so busy I didn’t, uh, oh yes, tell you how Margaye and I get along.”

I came up for air, rubbing my nose along her wet slit and clit. “Whatever it is, I’ve never seen you this excited.”

She gasped as I circled her clit with my tongue, then resumed sucking on her pussy lips. I could have brought her to orgasm in a minute but I wanted to edge her to get the truth.

She moaned and writhed for a bit. Then, out it came. “I’ve been masturbating with her regularly. At first, it had started as an end of the day Wine Down. With porn. And vibrators. On the couch.”

I grunted “mmmh, hmm!” with a mouth full of labia.

“At first, we kept to ourselves, kept it professional, but then I told ‘er that I’ve had to pleasure myself again after getting off after she left. I feel so naughty having her watch me. Just like when we video sex. But’ uh, it’s, mmmh so much more naughty with her. She is playing coy, but she watches me. I think she wants to watch me. I pointed this out recently. She says she has never been so turned on, except for when she watched us fuck weeks back. She really loves us, Matt. She loves working for us. The house. The… access to us. She never mentioned you, aside from how loving and sweet you are to me. Even if you are working too much. If she seems distant towards you, I think she resents you for working so much and not fucking me.”

I responded by shoving my tongue deeply into her pussyhole, then pulling out and drawing it up her lips to her clit. She moaned obscenities. I said, “I have been neglecting you, huh? So much that you are frigging with the maid? My apologies.” I grabbed her legs and roughly flipped her over. I pulled her hips towards me and slid my cock into her dripping pussy without any preamble. “You need some attention first, then we can talk about this some more.”

“Oh,” she moaned into the mattress, “have I been naughty?”

I answered by slapping her ass. She doesn’t usually like that, but it is a sign I’m about to get extra kinky with her. She moaned and arched her back, pushing back against me as I fucked her rapidly, saying “I’m going to fuck you so hard, but I’m not going to cum in your pussy. I’m going to enter denizli escort bayan your ass and cum… right… now!”

I was so worked up and so was she. A moment before my orgasam, I pulled my slick cock from her cunt and pushed it gradually against her puckered asshole. The resistance and friction set me over the edge. I didn’t have the tip in when my cockhead swelled to bursting and my first stream of cum sprayed her asshole. My ejaculate gets very watery if I haven’t had an orgasam in a while. And it had been a while. But, it was slick enough to lube her ass. I spread her cheeks and I forced my cock into her asshole, leaving it just an inch in as I fired shot after shot into her rectum. She held very still and when my cockhead started deflating after a toe-curling orgasam, she rolled over and said “you bastard…”

She massaged her pussy and asshole as I stood and groped her tits.

“You have needs I have been neglecting. How can I make this up to you?”

“Hmm,” she moaned. “Margaye will need to do the sheets tomorrow.”

“Does it turn you on that Margaye will know when we fuck. Does it turn you on that she will be cleaning up after us?”

“It always has, Matt. When we were dating and I actually did laundry, I loved doing our sheets. It reminded me of doing my sheets in secret at my parents house after I’d have a guy over. I’d get off in the laundry room again if I had time.”

I nodded and turned to the now perpetually unlocked toy drawer. “Now you and Margaye share the secret,” I said, browsing her selection. I noticed a few toys were missing. “And you are sharing sextoys with her.”

“I offered to buy her some, but she is content giving mine a test drive. She cleans them and returns them with much appreciation.”

“Hmm,” I growl. Took an insertable vibrating bulb, turned it on and pulled her legs roughly apart. I wanted to keep her teased while I considered my next move. I slid the vibrating egg into her pussy. She moaned in appreciation. “Nipple clips,” I said. It was a question and a declaration. She nodded.

I administered the nipple clips gently, connecting them with a slim metal chain. I pulled on the chain gently, causing each on to tug her nipples. She had her eyes locked with me. She knew what was coming next. With another tug, she sat upright on the bed. I lined my still-hard cock up with her open mouth and slid my cock in. She worked her magic on my cock as I groaned in appreciation. “So how will this work? Hmm, yeah. She sleeps in the closet, peeking out if she hears us fucking?”

Allison grunted in the affirmative.

“I assume sense you’ve been watching each other play, that you want to see her masturbate to us fucking. Hmm, I see another connection here. You used to frig with your college roommates, probably doing your sheets in secret after having a guy over. Hmm, this is your fantasy- having someone you live with and trust, sharing your needs in a certain way…. Oh!”

She swallowed my cock to the hilt.

“Ah, I guess that is a yes. Well, now. I guess, you want this deep down.”

She moaned a yes and tickled my balls, her signal that she was tired of sucking my cock.

I tugged on her nipple chain. “That settles it. Now you get to tell me all about it. On your back. While I fuck you with a toy.”

She slid off of my cock and laid back on the bed with a smile. She is so fucking gorgeous. Her bright red nipples capped by the black clips strained towards the center of her body. Her legs went up and her hands went under her hips so she could spread her lips for me. The white of her thighs and ass contrasted beautifully with the red and pink of her privates. The portuding pink handle of the vibrator dripped pussy juice. A hint of my cum lingered in her asshole.

I turned back to the toy drawer, my cock rock hard. I pretended to be deep in thought. “I don’t hear you confessing your fantasy in full. I need to know what you want, expect and desire from this arrangement.”

She squeaked. She only squeaks when she is embarrassed about being turned on.

“Tell me.”

“I used my roommates’ vibrators when they weren’t around. They could afford better ones. I frigged myself on their beds and did their sheets.”

“Hmm, yeah?” I selected the expensive rabbit vibrator, hit all the buttons and dragged the tip up and down her slit.

“Yess,” she hissed. “Now, it’s all coming together. Like she is me and I am her.”

“Have you caught her frigging in our bed?”

“I told her to frig in our bed a few times. She left the toy drying on the bathroom countertop like she forgot.”

“Sounds familiar?”

“I left my vibrator drying on my bathroom sink when I was home from college and I mom found it. Oh, god, honey, when Margaye told me about her mom walking in on her… every girl’s nightmare, but it was so hot for me it… fuck it resonated. I was dripping from that point on.”

“The night you invited her to frig on the couch with you, the first time?” I had been increasing pressure on her slit, escort denizli hinting that I might slide the toy in. She was keeping her lips spread and gyrating her hips in desperation. She knew she was being teased as punishment. The sight and the conversation was almost too much for me. My cock was ready for round two. But I wanted to make this special. Different. She was panting uncontrollably. “I’m going to penetrate you, Allison.”

“Oh… yes… please?”

“But not with this.” I withdrew the rabbit and after a second, withdrew the egg. She moaned in protest, rubbing her clit and gently penetrating her pussy with two fingers. I turned back to the toy draw with both hands full of wet sex toys. I found a hand towel and laid it on the dresser top and shut them off. I said, “Margaye is going to have a lot of work to do, cleaning these toys up for you.” Allison moaned loudly.

I had found her smallest silver butt plug in the drawer and the tiny bottle of anal lube. Allision and I had dabbled in anal, but she didn’t especially find it pleasurable and the ick factor of preparation turned her off. She had the anal starter kit of gradually larger plugs, but she had not asked for me to use it on her. Still, I had penetrated her ass minutes ago. A little more ass play would add another level to what I had planned. I slathered the plug with lube.

When I turned, Allision had her legs spread wide, with three wet fingers in her cunt and two rotating around her clit. Her mouth was open in a silent moan. When she saw the plug in my hand, she increased speed.

I smiled. “You want to be filled. I’ll fill you. Legs back!”

She complied, exposing her wet asshole to me just below her finger-filled pussy. “You are so bad. Making me confess to all of this.”

I slapped her thigh lightly, “spread your ass for me.” She moaned and complied, taking a break from finger fucking herself. The plug slid right in. It had a ring instead of a flared base to keep it from being pulled in deeper. The ring settled against her lower labia, one of her favorite places to be licked. It gave me an idea.

“Up. Stand up.” She did, bumping into my erect cock. She looked at me with consternation. I directed her to the toy drawer. I stood behind her, my cock finding it’s home between her ass cheeks. I pulled at the chains on her nipple clips gently. “Tell me: what toys has she used and enjoyed?”

She pointed to two generic vibrators and a mid-sized, latex dong. I made a mental note, then kissed her neck, whispering into her ear “and what toys do you want to use in front of her?”

Goosebumps formed all over her neck and back. She shivered. I swatted her bum then nudged my cock against her ass. The toy drawer was the bottom drawer. I told her to get on her hands and knees and carefully make her selections. I paced the room, giving her space. Of course I could see the shiny ring for the plug peeking out between her ass cheeks. I was so ready to fuck her again, I didn’t dare to touch my cock. I thought about work. About house maintenance. The furnace was making weird noises.

Finally, Allison said she had made her decision. She was holding a clear jelly dong. It was a bit girthier than my own erect cock, but Allison sometimes needed a bit more than what I could provided. A younger me would have been jealous. The current me was just fine with it.

“That’s it?”

She nodded. I sat her on the bed and took the dong from her. “When was the last time you used this?”

She shook her head, not wanting to tell me.

“On your knees, then.” She nodded. She knew she was supposed to be in trouble but was acting out to make the punishment worse. Instead of getting on the bed, she got down on the floor near the open dresser drawer full of toys. I got behind her, dildo in hand, and watched her wag her ass at me. She was really working me up. My cock was so hard it was painful, especially seeing the shiny plug in her asshole.

I kneeled beside her, enjoying the sight of her plugged ass from above. “I want you to select another. For Margaye. Show me what you want to see inside her.” She hesitated. I started spanking her ass with the dong. I even gave the plug a nudge or two. Allison was panting uncontrollably. I asked, “well?”

She got up with an obstinate look on her face. Her frizzled brown hair framed her flushed and excited face. “Fuck me and I’ll tell you.”

I smiled. “I’ll fuck you all right.” I pulled her standing by pulling on the chain that connected her nipple clips, then pushed her facedown on the bed and instead of the jelly dong, I slid my incredibly hard cock into her pussy. Once I was in, I set the dildo on the bed and gripped the ring on the plug and used all of my self control to fuck her slowly. The plug was putting pressure on the top of my cock while she gripped me with her dripping pussy. “Confess.”

“Oh,” she moaned and whimpered. “I was just thinking that what I want to see inside her is something we don’t have.”

I pulled my cockhead almost all the way out and slapped her ass again. “Confess!” I pushed the plug deeper into her ass.

“I, uh, aiee!” Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably. “I want to buy her a suction cup dildo so I can watch her… watch her fuck herself in the glass shower while I do the same on the bathroom floor!”

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The text message she sends me at work is explicit: “Come straight home. Billy’s with Mom for the night. Be a good sport and follow all the instructions carefully.” I don’t know what to think. It’s my birthday, but we celebrated it the night before with an expensive dinner at a good restaurant, a bottle of champagne and, after Billy went to bed, some pretty good head.

I drive the car into the garage. There’s a Post-It note on the hall door. “Go straight to the kitchen. Make sure to lock up.” A little heart drawn at the bottom of the note. I follow instructions, double checking to make sure the burglar alarm is on.

On the kitchen workbench I find a glass of water, a shot of Jack Daniels Black Label straight up, and two yellow Cialis tablets. I only take the drug occasionally, and my usual dose is only one. But the note next to them is explicit: “Take both of these and go to the GUEST bathroom. ” Another little heart at the bottom of the note. I take the pills with a mouthful of water and chase them with the bourbon. Damn, I think. Many more instructions like this, and it’s going to be a short night.

On the bathroom door, yet another note: “Take a shower.” There’s a fresh towel on the towel rack, a fresh washcloth atop the shower head, and a new bar of soap in the soap dish. On the wall next to the soap dish is another Post-It: “Put on the cock ring, and edge, but don’t get off.” Sure enough, our favorite cock ring is next to the Dove in the soap dish. It was an expensive, bespoke gift from my wife on the occasion of our 20th anniversary, 14 carat gold engraved with Elven runes. Just the sight of it makes me begin to swell. I work it down to the very bottom of my wet cock, wash my hair, and proceed to edge myself with hot soapy water. The Cialis is starting to work; the resulting erection is massive and rock hard, but following instructions, I don’t let myself come.

I get out of the shower and towel denizli escort off, my massive boner bobbing in front of me. On the mirror, another note: “Put on the robe behind the door.” I find it a new black silk kimono, knee-length, hanging there. So this is my birthday present, I think; Nice. Pinned to the robe; “No, this is NOT your birthday present.” I put it on. My bright red dickhead peaks out from between its folds.

Under the robe, sticking to the bathroom door, yet another note. “Go to the dining room. Read.”

The dining room curtains are closed. A single candle burns on the table, next to a single, full-blown red rose in a stem vase. Under the candle I find a letter, carefully handwritten. Rose pedals are strewn across the table. I sit and read.

“My Dearest:

“Tonight, we cross the final barrier between us.

“For years you’ve wanted to own my body completely, but I’ve always resisted. I’ve been afraid. So I’ve been training, stretching and preparing myself. Look at what’s on the chair across the table from you.”

I walk around the table and pull out the chair. I’m astonished to find a collection of dildos, ranging in size from a four-inch hot dog to an eight-inch length of unsliced bologna. They’re frighteningly realistic, gnarly with thick veins. I touch them. They’re hard rubber, not squishy silicone.

The letter continues:

“I’ve been riding these with my ass every day for months, stretching myself until I can just barely handle the biggest one. I finally feel that I’m ready. Tonight, I’m giving you what you’ve always wanted. I no longer fear the pain. I welcome it. It’s a price I’ll gladly pay to be completely used by you.

“For years I’ve been your partner in all things; your wife, your ally, the mother of your child, your companion, your submissive little whipping girl, your sex slave, and your enthusiastic cock sucker. Now I want to be your butt denizli escort bayan slut.

“Come straight to the bedroom. Finish chaining me down. Then get on top of me and fuck my ass hard. I want you to fuck me deep in the ass until you fill me with cum. Pay no attention at all to my responses; this scene is totally for you, my dearest, darling love and master.”

I stand up and open the robe to let my cock swing unobstructed. I’ve never had a bigger, harder erection; the foreskin is as tight as a drumhead. The veins are throbbing, and I can feel a pulse in my dickhead. I run my finger around the cock ring, feeling the runes. I’ve been told that they translate as, “The size of Odin, the potency of Thor, for all ages.” They seem to be working. Or maybe it’s the overdose of Cialis.

I walk, cock bobbing, down the hall to the master bedroom and quietly open the door. The room is warm. Candles on the dresser and nightstands bathe her nude, oiled body. She’s lying face down on the bed, arms and legs spread wide. She’s replaced the white cotton sheets for black satin; two black pillows under her hips elevate her ass. She’s wearing her favorite black leather hood. It covers her eyes, ears and mouth, and she has a black ball gag between her teeth. She’s already fastened the cuffs securing her ankles and left wrist to the straps that stretch across the bed. As instructed, I fasten the right cuff and ensure that all the straps are tight.

My cock is rock hard, throbbing, and as sensitive as an eyeball. I smear it with a generous handful of K-Y jelly from a tube on the nightstand and kneel between her open thighs. Spreading her tight, yoga-trained ass cheeks with the fingers of my left hand, I find her brown rosebud with my right and insert one lubed finger. She groans and wiggles. I replace the finger with two, then three. She raises her ass to meet my ministrations, butt muscles quivering. Her escort denizli sphincter muscles clench and relax, clench and relax, as if trying to suck my fingers further in. The feeling makes my blood boil.

I put my dickhead against her brown beauty and push hard. She tenses and resists, then suddenly relaxes and I’m in balls deep and I hear her scream into the ball gag. My cock feels every hot, wet fold of her lower colon.

I begin riding her; long, fast, hard strokes. Per standing instructions, she’s braided her long hair and put it up in a bun so I can admire the nape of her neck as it becomes flushed and wet. Her long muscular back flexes as she battles contradictory impulses; to escape the pounding, or to augment it with her own thrusting. I hear her gibbering into the ball gag and it’s hallucinatory.

I have my first orgasm, but it provides no release. The muscles of my urethra spasm without effect; they cannot push cum past the cock ring. The spasms go on and on, Hot red flashes run up my spine. I’m in a frenzy, riding her ass like a crazed chimp, struggling desperately to deposit my ever-larger load deep in her body. After what feels like an eternity, but must have been no more than fifteen minutes, I pull out and hold my throbbing cock in my left hand while with my right thumb I press down hard on the cock ring. This opens the urethra just enough to allow a dribble of cum to escape; partial release. I try to work the ring off my cock, but it’s hopeless. It’s as if the magic runes have it locked it in place. Her hot tunnel gapes invitingly so I plunge back in. And so the two of us continue for hours, racked by waves of pain and pleasure in equal measure.

It is one of those magical nights that seem to last for a lifetime. In the morning, under a cold shower, I finally manage to work the cock ring off, groaning and cursing all the while. My wife laughs at me as she sits on the pot, gingerly sliding Preparation H suppositories into her abused asshole. Later, we laugh over a breakfast of soft-boiled eggs — I sit at the breakfast bar, she stands next to it — and discuss our next adventures.

In some way our life together has changed, and it is beautiful.

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It had been a whirlwind week for Catherine. She’d been in a club one evening when Elizabeth walked up to her, very focused and intent. Catherine was slim and small breasted, with skin that was almost the colour of milk. Her shoulder length blonde hair was dyed burgundy along the bottom fringe and her blue eyes peered out from within dark, heavy eye makeup. She was not tall, and she still stood a fraction shorter than the small woman who approached her.

Elizabeth was full breasted and round bottomed, tan, with green eyes and red hair cut short. She smiled a lot as she introduced herself and once reached up to brush her finger tips across Catherine’s cheek, a soft and casual but intimate caress.

They spoke for a long time, looking into each other’s eyes, holding hands. Then Elizabeth revealed her secret aspect and took Catherine home with her.

A week had passed. Catherine knelt on a cushion in Elizabeth’s home. She was nude. Heavy leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and ankles and a soft black cloth covered her eyes. She had been allowed to see the heavy table with rings set along the edges and the base of the legs and the wide, heavy strap laying on it.

This was, as the saying goes, not her first rodeo. She was relaxed as she knelt, her palms on her bare thighs, but still excited. Her nipples were hard already, and her sex slick and wet. She knew what to expect. She was to be claimed.

Her thoughts went back to that first night, lying in Elizabeth’s bed. Her hostess stood at the end of the bed and disrobed slowly, revealing her delicious flesh. She had pale tan lines that Catherine found cute beyond words. She also had a cock between her legs, half hard when Catherine first glimpsed it. Elizabeth took her that night for the first time, fucking her slowly and languidly until they both found their climax, then they slept with their legs entangled.

Catherine’s thought returned to the present when she felt a small, soft hand on her elbow, bidding her to rise. She came to her feet gracefully and stepped surely even blind as she was led forward until she felt the hard edge of the table against her thighs. Hands pressed her forward until she was bent flat over the table and cords secured to the cuffs on her wrists, then cords were fastened to the cuffs on her ankles to keep her legs spread apart. She was bound, helpless, and she found this exhilarating. Her heart raced and she trembled in anticipation.

Hands caressed her, hands explored her, stroking her soft skin, down her back, across her bottom, down her legs, up her inner thighs, finally finding her sex, a finger tip sliding along her damp folds, spreading her pussy open, then slipping into her, probing her as she moaned and her hips moved kuşadası escort involuntarily. A second finger entered her. Her breathing became rough and fast as those fingers slid in and out of her pussy, she wanted more, she needed more. The fingers withdrew without warning.

She gasped a moment later as she felt hands on her bottom, kneading her cheeks, spreading them apart, and exposing her tight rear hole to view. Warm breath washed over her skin and then she felt a wet and slippery tongue slowly licking along the cleft of her ass, teasing her, delicate touches of that tongue as it traced up and down between her cheeks, flicking over her tight rear hole lightly, alternating with gentle nips, soft bites into her tender pale ass, then those hands pulled her cheeks apart more, opening her wider, exposing her.

That wonderful tongue slowly circled her anus, closer and closer to that goal until it was making her moan as it squirmed and wiggled and pressed through that tight ring of muscle, stretching her open and making her push her hips back as far as her bonds allowed. It felt so good, so exciting, it made her tingle and giggle. Elizabeth pressed her tongue deeper, moving it and getting Catherine’s tight asshole all slick and slippery and making the bound woman whimper. It made her head spin to feel that tongue slithering around inside her.

Catherine started to grind her pussy on the edge of the table, trying to rub her clit on the hard wood as her moans got louder, when suddenly the tongue was gone. She mewled sadly, sagging against the table and trying to catch her breath, then screamed when she felt the broad leather strap kiss her ass hard, leaving a wide red welt on her pale skin. Immediately the strap fell again, on her upper thighs, leaving another wide red mark and making her lunge into the table as she gasped, almost unable to breathe. There was a momentary pause, leaving her sprawled on the table, whimpering, and then the whipping began in earnest.

Elizabeth wielded that strap on Catherine’s white flesh, turning it bright red from her knees to her lower back, the strap kissing her in a slow, steady, relentless cadence, falling on the left side to curl all the way around to the right so the tip popped her flesh. The sound of the impact on her flesh filled the room. She moaned and whimpered and yelled as tears ran down her cheeks and her sex got even more wet and swampy. Her hard, swollen nipples were being rubbed raw on the table as she jerked and screamed and writhed.

It stopped just as suddenly as it had began, leaving her limp and sobbing, her dark eye makeup running down her face in streaks, helpless in her bonds, pain layered with excitement and twisted pleasure filled kuşadası escort bayan her. She gasped and drooled on the table as she felt her abused flesh singing with delicious agony.

She heard movement, sensed that Elizabeth was close behind her, and then she felt a hand on her back, pinning her down, and the oiled crown of Elizabeth’s cock pressing lightly on her asshole. Catherine moaned, a wanton and whorish sound, and tried to press back against it but could barely move due to her bonds restraining her.

“Who do you belong to, girl?” Elizabeth asked.

“You, mistress, I belong to you.”

“Why have you come to me?

“For you to claim me, mistress.”

“Good girl.”

And with that Elizabeth began to press forward.

Catherine moaned softly as she felt her tight rear hole spreading open around her mistresses cock. She took deep breaths and tried to relax as she had been trained, accepting this intrusion into her body with love and devotion. She felt her tight ring of muscle burning as it expanded to admit Elizabeth’s cock. It always hurt, this first moment of penetration, but she was disciplined and simply accepted it. Both of Elizabeth’s hands were on her hips now, steadying her, and then she was in, the tip of her shaft popping through as Catherine squeaked softly. Her mistress paused for a moment to let her pet become accustomed to this, her hands gently stroking her flanks. After a moment Catherine pressed back as far as her bonds allowed her to move, forcing that wonderful cock a bit deeper into ass as a signal that she was ready for more.

Elizabeth put her hands on the girls hips and started to thrust forward, giving her a tender and slow impalement, letting her feel every bit of that thick cock as it slid through her asshole, making her pet moan and whimper and tremble, until her hips met her ass and she had hilted her full length into Catherine.

Catherine whimpered softly and took little gulping breaths as she felt that cock sliding up her ass, pain and pleasure weaving together in her. It filled her, it stretched her, it made her want more. She wiggled her ass and pushed back as far as she was able, pinned by Elizabeth’s cock to the edge of the table. Elizabeth pressed up against her, bending over to kiss and lick her back as she held the girl and allowed her a moment for her body to adjust.

Catherine trembled in that tender embrace, then felt Elizabeth’s fingers stroking her back before settling on her hips to grip them as she slowly withdrew her cock, letting it slide through her tight ring of muscle until only the crown was caught there.

“Such a good girl,” said Elizabeth quietly.

With that, she began to fuck Catherine’s cute escort kuşadası bottom, long and slow strokes that went deep up her ass before being withdrawn, only to thrust back in. Catherine moaned and clenched her fists, feeling that thick shaft sliding in and out, feeling Elizabeth claim her, take her, use her. She rocked her hips back a bit to meet each thrust, whimpering as Elizabeth’s pace quickened. She felt hot, gasping for breath now, her surrender and submission undeniable.

Elizabeth grunted each time she sank her cock into her pet, making her cute bottom jiggle when her hips met it, watching her cock disappear into her flesh. She laughed and slapped Catherine’s ass several times, making the girl jerk and cry out, then gripped her hips, her fingers digging into that pale flesh, and fucked her hard now, ramming into her, driving her into the tables edge and making her squeal.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, sweaty bodies moving together, both moaning now, crying out in delight as tan flesh met pale flesh.

As Catherine felt Elizabeth’s thrusts grow frantic, her mistress fucking her ass with short jabs of her cock, she began to shake, the tension twisting inside her, making her cry out each time she felt that shaft slam deep up her ass. She wailed, a long undulating cry, the tide of pleasure rising, feeling her mistress coming to the brink, the edge of release, and then she screamed and bucked and writhed as her climax took her. Her inner muscles pulsed, contracting and releasing, milking that cock as it sawed in and out of her ass. She pulled against her bonds, her wrists burned raw, as she tried to ram her hips back.

This was all it took, the feeling of Catherine cumming so hard, and Elizabeth tumbled over the edge of her release, she yelled as she came, pounding Catherine’s ass hard, filling her with her seed as the table scraped over the floor with the force of her thrusts, she hammered her cock deep into her pets ass until she was spent, laying on her back and trying to catch her breath while Catherine whimpered and mewled, limp on the table, only held up by the bonds on her wrists.

After a moment Elizabeth slowly eased out of Catherine’s ass and unfastened the bonds on her ankles and wrists, catching the girl as she slid off the table to the floor and sinking down with her to cradle her in her arms. She kissed Catherine softly, brushing her lips across her eyes, her cheeks, her lips as her pet snuggled into her embrace; then looked her over. Catherine was a bit battered, her hips and thighs were bruised where she had been driven into the table edge over and over, her wrists and ankles were raw and red, and her bottom and the back of her thighs were still bright red from her flogging, but when she open her eyes and looked up into Elizabeth’s eyes there was only love and acceptance in her expression. She stretched and smiled at her mistress.

Elizabeth bent down to kiss her forehead and speak a word.

“Mine.”

Catherine nodded once and replied.

“Your’s.”

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Uncle Bob Ch. 22

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Chapter 22. The Wild West

Author’s note:

Yes, folks, it’s taken a long, long time, but we’re finally approaching the end of the Bob ‘n’ Stacey saga. Just one more chapter after this, and that should be ready to be posted in a couple of weeks. I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey and feel it’s been worth the wait.

*****

Monique looked pretty on FaceTime. Some people – me included – look a little weird on an iPad camera. (Some people think I look weird in real life – whatever that is – but that’s just because reality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be). Sometimes it shows up too much detail, too many blemishes. Stacey, of course, always looks flawless – especially to me. Monique looked cute. Her CV implied she was almost my age, maybe twenty-nine or thirty, but she looked younger. And she had an intriguing mix of Polynesian and European features.

“Yes, my mother was from Moorea and my father from France, near Lyons,” she explained in her delightfully French-accented English. “I studied at the Sorbonne but came back here because I missed the climate and the ocean and the peace.”

“Excellent. Well, we’d like to get married in your homeland for the same reasons,” I explained. “How long have you been a wedding planner?”

“For nearly five years. I studied business management and English in Paris, but the businesses here, they are very small. They do not employ very many people. So I had to try something of my own. Many people, they come here to get married, but when I worked at one of the big hotels in Bora Bora for a while, I kept seeing people who had come all that way and felt – how you say – ‘disenchanted’? Our islands are magical. The bride should have a sublime experience, and the guests should all feel it was worth the long journey. So I started my planning business on a – quel est le mot? Ah, oui – a part-time basis. It seems people like what I can offer. I think they find it more authentique.”

“Monique, Stacey and me, we really like what you’re saying. You’re the third planner we’ve tried, and the others wanted us to wear suits and exchange standard vows under a beach gazebo…”

“Ah, oui! I have seen many of these. It is like – un tapis roulant – how do you say this in English?”

“I think you mean a conveyer belt.”

“Ah oui, c’est ça. Your email said you wanted a secluded island.”

“If possible. We’d like to keep the ceremony as private and personal as possible.”

“Do you know much about the Tahitian chain?”

“Not unless it’s some kind of S to be on, like, an island with just the people we love, dressed, like, really simply and saying vows we totally believe in. I so don’t want a big wedding with hundreds of people, like Dad had. It just felt like it was showing off how rich he was. I want people we love to see how much we love each other and love them. Y’know, that’s the thing. It has to be about love. Our love.” She kissed me. And I kissed her back.

The conversation stopped around then, and resumed maybe two hours later, when we were snuggled, naked in our bed, after I’d cleaned most of the jizz off her body.

“See, I read about Captain Cook and the Bounty and all that for a school project. We watched the Mel Gibson film, and the native girls were, like, naked above the waist. And Gaugin went there and painted all the native girls, and they were just wearing, like, grass skirts or sarongs, and they weren’t hiding their titties ‘cuz, like, what’s to be ashamed of and anyway, it’s too hot for clothes, and…”

“Woah, Stacey. So let me get this straight. You want to be married on a beach, wearing nothing but a grass skirt and flowers. Oh, and, I guess, some sunscreen. Is that right?”

“Yeah. kayseri escort That sounds so cool. And so us.”

“OK. And what should I wear? A tux? A Scottish kilt? A wetsuit and snorkel mask?”

“I like the idea of the kilt,” she replied with a straight face. “But, like, Polynesian. Like a skirt or, or…”

“A loincloth?” I considered it for a moment, and the thought that finally appeared was ‘fuck it, why not?’ “OK, we can do that, if that’s what you want. But what about the guests? Do we give them a dress code or are we expecting them to turn up in suits and dresses?”

“I think they should dress the same as us,” she said with a wicked grin.

“So all the ladies will wear grass skirts and leis and have their titties on display?”

“Sure,” she said with a completely serious expression. “See, Hannah is gonna be my maid of honor, and she’d be totally cool with that. And Amy-Beth can be a bridesmaid, and maybe Barbie too. They would look awesome dressed like that.”

“And your mom? You are intending to invite her, aren’t you?”

“Of course. And sure, I may have to, like, persuade her a little, but if everyone else is doing it, and you have so fucked her and seen and played with her titties, I think she’ll agree.”

Any wedding more complicated than a brief civil ceremony or a Las Vegas travesty takes some time to arrange and a lot of planning. So having finalized the broad shape and location, we settled on Spring Break as the best time. This would interfere a little less with Stacey’s studies and we could plan around my increasingly-busy work schedule. We also agreed that there was less chance of it driving us both to a breakdown if we handed the job to a wedding planner.

And we were so fortunate to find Monique. She understood us best of all the people we spoke with, and could provide what we really wanted. We discussed the catering and the logistics of getting the guests to and from the motu, and the accommodation. Then she asked “Will you need somewhere to change? Sea water will ruin the fine fabrics of a wedding dress. We can bring the dresses earlier and you can change on the motu.”

“Oh no, that’ll be cool. I’ll be wearing, like, a grass skirt, with flowers around my neck and woven in my hair. Hannah will help me do that, or maybe you could. And we’d kinda like you to provide the flowers. And Bob will need, like, a loincloth in some nice fabric…”

“I see. So you wish for the ‘native Polynesian’ style. That’s fine. But what about the top? Other ladies have tried half coconut shells, but they can be uncomfortable. I have some nice, softer imitation ones that…”

“Oh, that’s fine but I won’t need them. We’re so gonna keep it simple. Just a lei and some flowers in my hair.”

“Excuse-moi, Stacey? So you are saying that you will be married in just a grass skirt and flowers? You will be – how you say? – bare-breasted?”

“Sure,” Stacey said with her usual cute smile.

“But what about your guests? Won’t this shock them? And also, do I not need to make arrangements for them to change?”

“Nah, they’ll all be wearing the same. We checked. None of them are ashamed of their breasts.”

“But – but – isn’t your mother one of the guests? What will she think?”

“She’s already agreed. And she has lovely titties. She’s happy to bare them for the ceremony. And Bob’s seen them before anyway.”

Monique’s expression was briefly one of confusion. But I could see she was an experienced businesswoman. She understood that if the customer wants something, however wacky, it isn’t actually stupid and you can provide it, you just go ahead and provide it. Simple.

“Very well. As you wish. It escort kayseri is your ceremony. But – but I will also be at the ceremony to organize and to ensure that all goes well. Should I also be bare-breasted? I’m not ashamed of my breasts.” I could detect a slight note of sarcasm in her voice.

“That would be cool,” Stacey replied, apparently not noting Monique’s tone.

“Monique, please don’t let our quirkiness put you off. You seem like the ideal person to organize this for us. No-one else seems to understand that we really want something unique to us, so please just let us know what you’d recommend. Yes, it may look like we’ll be a little under-dressed for the ceremony. But we’ve spoken to all of the female guests we’re intending to invite, and to most of the men, and they not only agree to our rather wacky dress-code but understand it and embrace it.”

I looked at Monique’s expression, and I could see she was feeling a little uncomfortable. But if she was going to organize our wedding, in just the way we wanted it, I felt she would need to understand, so I took a deep breath and continued.

“You see, Stacey and me have an unconventional relationship. We’ve been in love for at least a dozen years – just the normal kind of love between an adult and a little girl growing up, only maybe even stronger, like I was her dad and her big brother rolled into one. Recently we made some discoveries that allowed our relationship to evolve into romantic and sexual love. And along the way we found that it was even more fun if we shared our love, and our adventures, with some special friends. So the people we’ll be inviting are all part of that weird, erotic and very loving little community – almost like a family, if that doesn’t make it sound too perverted – that has grown around us. We’ve enjoyed close and usually sexual relationships with most of them, so none of us is embarrassed to be naked or semi-naked with the others. If you decide you want to share that freedom, that relaxed nakedness, with us, you’d be very welcome. I can see that you’re a beautiful girl, if I’m allowed to say that, and you’d fit in well with all the other beautiful women who’ll be there. But if you want to be a little more, kinda ‘normal’, that’s OK too. We just need your help to make this occasion as special as we need it to be. So, will you help us? And if so, can you please send us a short plan and cost estimate for us to agree, so we can get things moving?”

Monique looked a little surprised but, if I’m any judge of a woman’s expression on FaceTime, not shocked.

“I think I understand, and I will do my best for you. I’ll send you some ideas and estimates by email in a few days.”

*****

I’d made it a priority to get some accommodation and business premises, once I realized that I had to move to California. I’d been fortunate, in that I’d found us a nice big house in Manhattan Beach within a few weeks of arriving. It had five bedrooms and views of the ocean. One bedroom, although quite large, didn’t have a bathroom, so I decided to make that my office. But most importantly, the house had a basement, cut into the hillside, which was ideal as an equipment room. And it had an enclosed pool house with a large pool deck that extended outside, so we could use it all year round. It was ideal. The house could serve as both home and business premises until I could find something larger and maybe more central, so I took out a six-month lease.

Luis moved in to the second bedroom, and together we found the kit we needed; servers, routers, good desktop machines, storage, test-rig software, a decent printer and scanner. We took nearly a month installing and commissioning the kayseri escort bayan equipment, partitioning the different environments we’d need and setting up the work-sharing with Brad and his team in Florida. I also got a large table so we could use one of the downstairs rooms for meetings with customers and team members and (hopefully) to interview prospective employees as the business grew.

And being me, I also took the opportunity to play out a ‘dirty secretary’ fantasy with Stacey the next weekend, and fucked her on our ‘boardroom table’ while Luis was out. She wore a cute little skirt with a white blouse, stockings and heels, and a pair of big glasses. She, of course, omitted panties and opted for a butt-plug and some hot, red lipstick. When we’d finally finished – with my dick pulsing deep in her ass, while she screamed “YES! Harder, deeper in my ass, please sir!” – I looked down to see the residual lipstick traces around the base of my cock; the rest of that organ was buried to the hilt in her butt. Fuck, I’d definitely chosen the best possible girl in the world to marry.

A couple of weeks later, as we’d found that the commute to campus wasn’t too bad, I persuaded Stacey and Hannah to give up their dorm room and come over to occupy my house, which saved a little on their costs. Hannah had bedroom three, while Stacey (of course) moved in with me. Our meeting room was transformed into a study center when Amy-Beth and Martin came around to join us.

The place was also a nice weekend hang-out. We used the pool house and deck most weekends, often gathering there on a Saturday evening. Sometimes we’d sit outside around a firepit when it got a little cooler. The girls would play and sing – it turned out that Amy-Beth was more than competent on keyboards and had a decent voice – while Luis and Martin would barbeque some steak or shrimp and I’d rustle up some vegetable accompaniments. We’d then enjoy the sunset over some beers or wine, good food and great company.

And, of course, there was also some pretty-good sex. At first, Hannah and Martin would head for Hannah’s room, and Stacey and me to mine, leaving Amy-Beth and Luis to talk by the pool. The first time this happened, Luis drove Amy-Beth back to campus around eleven. The second time, they came down to breakfast together the next morning, looking slightly embarrassed but also pretty pleased with themselves.

“He’s a little like you,” Amy-Beth confided privately to me over coffee by the pool a week or so later. “He’s kind and gentle and he wants it to be good for me. And it is, Uncle Bob. He usually makes me cum – I showed him how I like him to rub my clit – and he holds me after we’ve – after we’ve fucked, and it feels – it feels nice.”

“Luis is a good guy. Sure, he’s an IT nerd, and that’s held him back from getting to know girls. But you two, you seem good for each other. But how’s Sigma Epsilon Chi going? Are you still organizing it, and do you have any more orgies planned?” I could always live in hope of getting an invitation to something like that and having the opportunity to fuck some more hot coeds. OK, so I’m one greedy fucker, but a guy’s gotta dream, right?

“Er, not so much. See, that last time, with the KOK guys, it was like, OK, but, like, Martin was the best one there, and he isn’t even part of KOK. And now I’ve found Luis, and after you fucked my butt so beautifully, I don’t think I want to continue with it.”

“That’s cool,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. “But I’m really glad you’ve hooked up with Luis.”

“So you’re not pissed that he’s, like…” She lowered her voice. “That he’s fucking me? You know, like you and me did?”

I kissed her – a friendly kiss, the kind a loving uncle routinely gave his cute little niece, not so long ago. “Sweetie, I just want you to be happy. I want all my friends to be happy. It looks like you are, and Luis definitely seems to be, so it’s a win-win as far as I can see.”

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Theodore Long dismisses the three housemaids who have just humiliated me with my first ever lesbian encounter.

We’re both naked. He sits on the edge of the bed and tells me to kneel beside him. I kiss his huge rod and rub my cheeks and throat along its stiff length, without taking it in my mouth. As I do his hand plays between my legs, teasing the lips of my womanhood.

“How much did we say you were worth?”

“I only cost two dollars, sir. I’m a very cheap, lowly whore, sir.”

His fingers release one of my inner labia, and move up into the cleft between my rear cheeks. They caress up and down the valley a couple of times, then one presses against my anus. My neck jerks back slightly, moving my face away from his maleness. I discipline myself to return to my assigned task.

“How many men have been in here, slut?”

“N-none, sir. My — my b-behind is — is unused, sir.”

“Well, since this is going to be your asshole’s first time, I think it’s fair to pay you a little more. How much will your anal virginity cost?”

“Please sir — please sir, I, my — I’ll only ask you for one more penny, sir.”

“You only charge a cent for a customer to be the first inside your back door?”

“Y-yes sir. I’m worth no more than that, sir. I’m a cheap, worthless little slut bitch, sir.”

He chuckles at that and arranges my body. My shins are wide apart on the bed, feet projecting a few inches off the end. My knees are bent sharply to push my pelvis back.

His hands touch the insides of my thighs for a while. Then the hot bar of his maleness replaces them. He pushes it forward a few time, its hardness gliding across the surface of my downward-facing belly. Its tip moves back and rubs over my feminine slit, then up.

As the dreaded beast approaches, my sphincter contracts. My best efforts to relax it have no effect.

“You’re clenched.”

“Yeh, yes sir. I’m s-sorry sir. I don’t mean to be…. uncooperative, sir.”

“What do you deserve for this defiance?”

“Please sir — fethiye escort I deserve to be punished for defying you, sir.”

“And what punishment does such rebellion call for?”

“Please sir — please punish my — my naughty little bottom, sir. Please punish it with — with your punishing pole, sir.”

He nudges forward, and my body instinctively retreats, knees straightening to escape his weapon. But I quickly catch myself and pull myself back onto it, pressing it harder against my rear orifice.

That was exactly the defiance he was just speaking of. I need to make amends with groveling. “Please sir, please take my anal virginity for just one penny, sir. Please go inside me and punish away my anal virginity with the rod of your authority, sir! I beg you, sir! Use my worthless anus for just one penny, sir! I beg you to violate me, sir!”

He pushes harder. My jaws grind together as it forces its way through my resisting ring, whose muscles I can still not bring to heel. In, deep, deeper it pierces. How much space is there to accommodate him? Can his whole length fit inside me?

Just when it feels any further intrusion will split me, he pulls back. I know what’s coming and I lock my every muscle, gritting my teeth against the battering I know is about to start. He thrusts again, again, again, quickly building in speed. It’s hard to keep my body in the pose he dictated. My face is on fire, pouring with sweat which streams down my neck and chest to drop from my nipples.

Something has to give, and it’s my silence. It starts with a sort of choking cough. As the male tusk gores me with unabated ferocity, each impalement wrings a louder noise from me than the last. Being forced into this display is almost as shaming as the perversion to which I’ve agreed, but I suppose that’s what he wants. A punished girl is expected to cry out from the strokes of castigation.

He ejaculates, dirtying the last of my orifices with his outflow. Yesterday all three were, in a sense, unstained. escort fethiye I’d always denied men access to any hole but my vagina, and there I’d insisted on condoms every time. But now Mr Long’s semen has soiled each of my entryways, and even entered my stomach.

I really am what I told him, a cheap worthless little slut bitch. Before I came to this house I was arguably a prostitute who had only ever had one customer at a time. But if so, I was a courtesan of refinement, with limits on what I’d allow. Now I’m the lowest of whores.

Having vented his whole load of seed, he pulls out and orders me to kneel before him. Oh no! I know what he’s going to demand next. Over the days I’ve been anticipating subjugation, I never imagined this. But any honor I had is gone, broken by my submission to this autocrat’s whims. No act, however vile, is beneath me now.

So, uncomplaining, I take the enormous spike between my lips, sliding inward to my reach throat. Without awaiting his command I slowly lick every part of it, or at least the portion that my mouth can accommodate. I clean off my own excrement with my tongue. After what seems like hours, he tells me to make him come. It’s almost a relief use the technique I learned yesterday to stimulate his manhood until it pollutes me again. I make an appreciative sound as though it’s delicious, then drink it down.

He pushes my head back and his giant exits my mouth. I look up, ready for further orders.

“Breakfast.”

Does he mean the juice I’ve just swallowed? No, after putting on a bathrobe he leads still-naked me downstairs. We don’t go to the dining room we used last night, but to one facing east where the morning light streams in.

Once we’ve eaten the white maid arrives with a bag, from which she produces my stockings and shoes. He takes me outside, wearing only these. Fortunately the grounds of his house are surrounded by a high wall. No passer-by can see me.

He bends me over the hood of my car. His use of my womanhood makes fethiye escort bayan me squirm, crushing my breasts into the sun-warmed metal.

“Now. Your payment. Kneel.”

I get down, gravel digging into my knees.

“Hands behind your back.” From the pocket of his robe he takes something which he drops. Coins. Eight quarters and a penny.

“Collect your whoring-fee, bitch.”

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”

I’m about to reach out my hands, but he told me what to do with them. Instead I lower my face and pick the coins out from among the stones. It’s difficult work using only my lips, teeth and tongue. And some dirt comes up with them. But I persevere.

When all nine coins are in my mouth I look up. He takes a handful of my hair and tugs upward. Hands still clasped behind me, I struggle to my feet. Bending me over the car once more he uses my vagina again, and I struggle not to choke on the pieces of metal.

His servant hands me garments one by one and I dress in the open air. Finally she gives me my purse. I open it and look to Mr Long for permission. He nods, and I empty the money straight into the purse, not caring that the saliva on the coins will wet the other contents.

He rubs my arm. “You’ve fulfilled your end of the bargain, Arabella. You may go.”

I smile. “Thank you sir. And thank you for taking my oral and anal virginities, sir. Thank you for making me into the lowest of whores sir.”

“It was what you deserved.”

“Yes sir. I’m worthless and deserve every kind of degradation, sir.”

I drive to a mall and buy a morning-after pill to ensure I’m not pregnant, then home go to face Gordon. He looks at me with horror.

“Did you do it? Were you unfaithful to me with Theodore Long?”

I can’t suppress a sigh. “Yes, Gordon. I did it.” I sound weary, which is no surprise considering the rough ride I’ve had.

“You let Theodore Long put his penis in your vagina?”

“Yes! What else would I have meant?”

He grins in a way he shouldn’t. It must be he wants to win this contract as badly as I do. Then he says: “You’re sleeping in the spare room from now on.”

“Fine.” That’s a relief. If this means I never have to put up with anything inside me again, but still get to enjoy his wealth, it’s the best of all possible worlds.

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Surreptitious Love Ch. 143

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Chapter 143 – The perfect end of a long Journey

Three weeks ago, my long-term affair Nguyet and I had begun a new sensual journey together: Not only was she pretending to be innocent again, but the premise was that she had exaggerated her sexual experience in front of her new beau Huy and now needed my help to catch up. So far, we had done a nice, coy missionary-position lesson and, last week, she had blown me, before I had banged her from behind with a little tender anus play mixed in, during which we had been forging plans for the next few weeks.

The menu for this month would comprise titillating beginnings in lovely dresses and skirts, possibly coupled with stockings, tights or a garter belt, we had agreed. Other options could include a prostrate massage, swallowing a decent load, a naked lunch, and – yes – even anal intercourse. So far, the two of us had only done it from behind with my finger in her anus but, for some reason, I was sure that Nguyet had been practicing with slimmer noodles than mine ever since we had begun our anal exploration.

The highlight of last week’s rod-polishing/cum plan-forging had been, however, that she had issued me an unadulterated carte blanche: Any day now, I could do whatever I wanted with her, with impunity, she had said. This sure had a consensual-non-consent ring to it but, in the end, it had sounded more like boundless trust. She knew how much I had been suffering five years back, when she had repeatedly rejected me, and now appeared to want to make up for it.

Our mutual wish to experience anal sex wasn’t part of the carte blanche, however. That had grown out of seeing Nguyet’s colleague Thuy’s soft, wide, flat sphincter at the thermal springs back in March. When petite Thuy had requested a preparation period, though, Nguyet had filled the void, and the two of us had embarked on a sweet, slow journey of anal exploration that included licking, fingering, and rimming. But for actual penetration, my relatively thick cock had always proven too much for her tight, leathery sphincter. I did have a hunch, though, that she had taken steps – either with Huy himself or Vu, her former lover and my former student – to stretch her anus over the last few months.

One of the great things about Nguyet was that she had a knack for plausibly arranging potentially erotic situations. And so I was decidedly optimistic that today, we would find ourselves in circumstances again that would allow our lust to build up and then be released in an utmost pleasing and gratifying fashion. Nowadays, we were meeting at an empty, quaint bed-and-breakfast, which Nguyet’s real estate company had recently acquired. It was slated to be torn down, but for the time being, the cozy abode was ideal for the sensual breaking-in that Nguyet desired so much.

I had started to think about what we could do there, with all those empty beds and rooms. Set up a mock-brothel for one afternoon? Well, for now, it would have to be just the two of us but, slowly, we should be able to arrange titillating meetings with the other members of our orgy circle again. And what would Nguyet be wearing today? A dress, or a pair of jeans? Or a nice skirt with pantyhose? Or, God forbid, lacy tights and a garter belt? The black or the white one? I knew she had at least those two. And what would we do? Quickly grind off the peaks of our arousal, eat, and then do it for a second time, a bit more slowly? Or did she have a completely different plan?

Would we, heavily panting again, bang away more new ideas of things we needed to try while banging each other? Or would today’s fuck be more languid and drawn out? Was she menstruating today, perhaps? We hadn’t done that for a while. Well, Nguyet knew what would be best for the two of us, and so I decided to stop worrying and just drove over to the old guesthouse around 11:30, as she had requested. Her lunch break lasted from 11 to 1:30, and she had told me that we would eat together. Of course, I procured a few beers and ice, as one does.

Unlike the last time, the door was closed, but Nguyet’s older Honda was already parked outside. I tried the handle, and the door opened, creaking, but decided to smoke a quick ciggy before I would go in. Nguyet didn’t show herself during those eight minutes, but if she had heard me arrive, she knew what I was doing and that I would be with her soon. As I was puffing away, I looked at the rain coat that was draped over the dashboard; yes, it had been unseasonably cool and wet the last four or five days.

When I finally stepped inside, it was dark and eerily quiet in the hall down here. Of course, I thought about the possibility that Nguyet could be playing a game with me. Now, what could she want me to do? Since I couldn’t spot any clothes or other clues and since she could simply be upstairs, I slowly walked up the steps; I could feel and almost hear my heart pounding. I remembered the little scene we had had here on the stairs the previous week, when I had told her that I wanted to fethiye escort watch her ascend the stairs either naked or just in a blouse. Or with her light porcelain ass and wet hairy peach under her butt crack exposed under her skirt.

She had only deigned once to let me look at that utmost rousing sight, which had been at our very first time, at her parents’ house. Yes, my long-term affair’s perineum was fairly hairy, but she had light skin, which was a hot combo, I thought. Anyway, I believed I had heard a faint noise in the hall, and so I put the beer and the ice on the table here in the alcove next to the stairs and looked down the hall. Almost all the way back, there was a door ajar and, much closer to me, she had left a floor bucket with dirty water in it. The mop itself was leaning against the wall, and her older yellow flip-flops were parked next to it.

Was she pretending to be the cleaning lady today, who needed a good shag during lunch, as her market-woman cunt was itching? I immediately imagined Nguyet in a simple skirt and coarse pantyhose, with hairy armpits, some perspiration on her forehead, and a little red bandana. But I couldn’t see her: not the woman, nor the clothes. And so I just got a glass and fixed myself a beer. Was I supposed to wait here? Or go one more floor up, where she would greet me, lying naked on a bed? Or did she want me to come to that room whose door was ajar? Naked, with my whipping whip? To break in the horsy? Without a saddle?

I didn’t get further with my ruminations, as Nguyet had stepped out of another room and was now walking away from me, towards the open room at the end of the hall. She didn’t seem to have noticed me, but she looked absolutely stunning: She wasn’t wearing a skirt, pants, or a dress but only pantyhose and a blouse, whose tails protruded a bit at the bottom. The contours of her slim, girlish frame were sharpened by the fact that I was looking at them contre jour. Absolutely bewitching and entrancing.

Pantyhose, but no skirt. Like a girl. Or a very young woman, one week after her 18th birthday. Tantalizing. But what was she expecting me to do? Okay, we were engaged in a role-play, in which she was open-minded and almost eager – not prissy, prudish, or finicky. And so I sauntered down the hall, eventually looking at her through the three-inch opening between the door and the frame, which reminded me of the morning at Yen’s house, when her nephew Charlie and I had watched his aunt undress.

Being peeked at surreptitiously was perhaps only very few women’s favorite pastime, but Nguyet was an ardent exhibitionist, and we were meeting here today to fuck, so I wasn’t feeling bad about my intrusion. This wasn’t actually her private sphere, but the deliberate beginning of a rousing sex session, I was sure – just as I had been when Charlie and I had been spying on his aunt at her house. After all, Yen had just jerked her nephew off downstairs, in her kitchen, barely ten minutes earlier.

But, sweet Jesus, did this petite woman look enticing: Nguyet’s black pantyhose seemed soft and fit her perfectly. But her legwear wasn’t of the kind one wears to the opera house. Only simple, soft and smooth. Nothing expensive. Her stockings weren’t shiny, and the pistachio-green skirt that she was holding with both hands appeared to be a bit older as well. And yes, her blouse was certainly meant to be worn on top of the waistband of a skirt, not inside. She had her hair pinned up in the back but wasn’t wearing her glasses.

Eventually, I faintly knocked on the door and pushed it slowly open. Of course, she turned but then covered her midsection with her skirt, smiling impishly.

“Oops, Mister Ben… I didn’t hear you coming… I thought you were still downstairs, smoking…”

“Well, no… yes, I was… but then I began searching for you… you look devastatingly ravishing in your pantyhose… I watched you mosey down the hall…”

“Well, the skirt got dirty when I was cleaning… but I don’t have any spare clothes here, unfortunately…”

“You’ve cleaned the whole building?” I asked, for some reason. “That wouldn’t have been necessary…”

“Well, tomorrow, someone is coming to look at the property… but, yeah, I messed up somewhere… I didn’t notice…”

She flipped her skirt in front of her midsection, which she was still covering abashedly. Oh, man, was she endearing and hot at the same time! Now, I could see a dark blotch, perhaps the size of the palm of my hand, which looked like dirt, smeared with water. Nothing dramatic. I liked the skirt, too.

“Well, you look so lovely in your pantyhose… without the skirt… with your slender figure…” I paid her a compliment.

Was the exhibitionist embarrassed? I liked that I wasn’t able to tell. Was she actually wearing panties under her stockings? If she wasn’t, that wouldn’t fit the role-play, I thought to myself.

“Yeah, thanks, but I can’t present myself like that…” she contended, chuckling. “But then, you’ve seen me half-naked escort fethiye twice already…” she reminded me and tossed the skirt onto the bed, so that I finally could admire her thighs, whose cross-section was nicely oval.

She seemed younger today, like a girl taking ballet lessons: barefoot and fleet-footed, as she was moving about. But she really seemed to be thinking what her options were. It was pretty awesome that I still didn’t know if she had arranged everything, or if it was really all a coincidence. But she probably knew that she looked ravishing in her pantyhose, without a skirt.

It was funny that we had talked about wearing dresses and skirts, possibly with stockings or tights, but now she was presenting herself in the only option we hadn’t talked about – just when I thought I had seen everything. Okay, not too long ago, during our anal preparations, on the day I had met Casey, Nguyet had been sporting a blouse and pantyhose, coming out of the bathroom. With no panties. I then had cut her stockings in the crotch and played with her sphincter. And yes, there was also her one-piece swimsuit that was open in the crotch, so she could parade her pussy around. But pantyhose and no skirt?! No, I absolutely loved it. Beguiling. Definitely.

But what would she do now?

“I mean; do you mind?” she asked.

“That you aren’t wearing a skirt? Nope, not at all… I love it… if you want, I’ll take off my pants, too… so that we’d be even…”

She smiled, while she was looking down on herself. She was actually wearing lacy, turquoise panties, which were kinda see-through, so that I could make out some pubic hair. Which led me to believe that she had planned everything. Or maybe not. But, no, yes, everything was fricking salacious.

“Aah, nonsense…” she played down the issue. “Leave your pants on,” she laughed. “I’ll go and try to clean the skirt, and then we’ll eat, huh?”

While she had been talking, she had covered her crotch with both hands, but now she realized that that would make for an awkward walk. She picked up the skirt, while I pushed myself off the doorframe with my shoulder, and then we sauntered back to the alcove, where I fixed myself another beer and lit a ciggy.

Did she actually think about all this while she was working at her desk, or were all those neat little ideas and setups spontaneous revelations? Everything seemed so natural, yet it fit what we were about to do so perfectly.

“Or you just put it back on… your skirt, I mean,” I suggested. “I mean, you’re working here… and sometimes, one gets dirty…”

“Well, Mister Ben, that’s nice of you… but I can’t sit here in a dirty skirt… I mean, aren’t we on some kind of date?”

Oh, that saucy little minx! So, she couldn’t present herself in a dirty skirt, but just pantyhose was proper on a date? Awesome! Oh, she knew how to turn me on – and then, in turn, herself. But I loved it. Of course. Absolutely.

I could hear the water running in the nearest room and took a sip of my beer. Her little ass had looked hot in her pantyhose when she had been walking away from me to take care of her skirt. My cock had already twitched a couple of times and did so again, as she was walking towards me now – elegant, like a professional dancer at a rehearsal.

As she was wiping the table, she eventually landed between my legs, of course, and pressed her butt towards me, which prompted me to fondle her little cheeks through the soft material, which was at least 95 percent cotton. Her pantyhose was neither thin nor thick, and at some point she remarked from the other end of her torso that she had really liked our last session, when I had fucked her from behind.

“It was so nice that we talked so much during sex… see, with Huy, it’s different: we talk first but then we always stop when we do it… but both together was pleasant…” she insisted again.

Should I have her confirm the carte blanche? Now would be a good moment, perhaps. But it would also have been kinda clumsy, I decided, and commented instead:

“Well, in many ways, sex is communication,” but I was too distracted to elaborate on my point.

Elaborate I did on her tantalizing little ass, though. Not sure if she wanted to eat first or me to pull her pantyhose down right away, I traversed a bit more over her nimble tight, petite MILF body, but when she rested her torso on her forearms on the table, I slowly pulled her lovely legwear down.

Her oval, firm buttocks, which were roughly the size of my hands, snapped out, and I could feel my cock stiffening. The crotch piece of her panties today was really narrow, so that I pulled it aside, wetted my fingertips in her treasure, and began to caress her brown anus funnel. I could hear her pant and giggle, but when I proposed to communicate on the sexual plane right here and then, she stopped me:

“Oh, Mister Ben, let’s eat first…”

And so I just licked her whitish sticky juice off my fingers and pulled her pantyhose back fethiye escort bayan up, like one would do with one’s little sister. I took good care that the waistband wasn’t twisted, before I squeezed her little cheeks once more and slapped her like a little pony.

Chuckling, she wiggled herself out from between my legs and the table and disappeared down the hall here to my right. I cracked another beer open and then watched her come back with a large rectangular glass container, which was covered with tin foil. The knife in her hand looked daunting, but I liked how she took the cover off with panache. Like a magician. Now, I was looking at some meat pie that had a yellowish-brown crust, a bit like her anus. With her teeth clamping her tongue, she cut horizontally and vertically twice, each, during which I fondled her supple ass again. Jesus, shouldn’t I just take off my pants, at least?

I cracked another beer open, instead, and dropped some ice in our glasses, as one does in Vietnam with room-temperature beer. She pulled the bowl closer to the edge of the table and now used the large knife like a cake spatula.

“We don’t need silverware, do we?” she asked rhetorically, inviting me to grab a piece of the puff pastry.

I could immediately identify the meat, of course, as well as onions and carrots, but the whole concoction reminded me of Indian food, as there also was some curry in there. It struck me as highly unusual for a Vietnamese lunch dish, especially since Nguyet insisted that she had baked it herself. The pie was barely lukewarm, but then, in the tropics, lunch is better not too hot, anyway. When I had finished my first slice, she insisted I eat one more and leaned forward again, over the glass dish, so that the flakes wouldn’t fall on the table.

Since the layers of dough were crisp, I focused on the eating process myself. Basically, we were taking turns now leaning forward over the glass dish. At least, I had had the presence of mind only to use my left hand to hold the food, so that I could still use my other hand to caress her thigh, which made my cock pump more eagerly – and probably gave her a few more batches of gooey juices.

“Do you know what we could do after lunch?” she suddenly asked, with her mouth full, chewing.

I had been wondering what we could talk about now, but when I didn’t instantly reply, she continued:

“I don’t know if you’ll like the idea… you know, it is a bit nippy today… but I’ve found a room with a bathtub… on the second floor… and I know where the fuses are for the hot water heater,” she grinned.

Before I could reply to her fulminant proposal, I had to chew and swallow my food. Eventually, I agree, of course:

“Oh, yeah, sure… that would be awesome…”

“But I gotta wash myself first… I sweated quite a bit when I was cleaning earlier…” she added.

“I can’t imagine you smelling bad, to be honest…” was all I could think of as a reply.

When I had been talking, a flake of the crust had leaped from my mouth onto her thigh, which I now picked up gingerly. I can’t even say when exactly, but then I had the glorious idea of taking the food upstairs, where we could continue to eat in the bathtub. And have two more beers.

“Well, Mister Ben, I guess we could do that… good call!” she exclaimed excitedly and nodded.

And so we got up and went. I was carrying the bag with the cans and the ice, and since she had opened the top-two buttons on her blouse, I could now even ogle her décolleté, as we were ascending. Her bobbing tits were small, but they fit and decorated her slender, small frame perfectly. Oh no, yes, she knew what she was doing. Everything seemed super-innocent, although I was sure that the last half-an-hour had cost quite a bit of brain power beforehand. But now we had arranged the situation to our advantage, and nothing could go adrift anymore. Nguyet seemed wonderfully chipper and remarked, along the lines of our role-play, that for the first time a man would see her completely naked now.

“But, I guess, it’s about time… I mean, I can’t have sex and stay dressed, can I?!” she added.

“Oh, speaking of: How was your weekend with Huy?” I asked her, as she was pretending she saw him between our breaking-in lessons.

I still wasn’t sure if that was actually the case. Back in April, the day I had met Casey, Nguyet had told me that she had broken up with him, since he was still living with his ex-wife. I wasn’t sure if Nguyet and him had reconnected since, or if she was just using her relationship with Huy as a ‘background foil’, for the lack of a better term.

“Oh, we didn’t see each other this weekend… he was busy… he’s a doctor at the hospital… but one of the other doctors got sick, you know…”

Well, that could have been true, but I didn’t want to talk about him and their purported adventures too much as, in the end it didn’t matter. After we had put the dish and the drinks on the wide edge of the bathtub, Nguyet undressed and went into the shower, where she made sure to only expose her back and butt to me. I could see the charming black fluff between her porcelain cheeks. I took a whiff of her pantyhose and arranged the drinks and food neatly, so that we could eat and drink with ease once we were sitting in the water.

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The next night I get out of shower and enter the bedroom to find my wife naked standing before the bed stroking her new big black cock.

“Let’s see if I can make you cum this time. Get on your knees and suck my cock bitch!”

I walk up to her and take her cock into my hand and go to kiss her but she pushes me back and pushes me down to my knees.

“I said suck not kiss you have to earn that right bitch. Now open that mouth.”

With her cock level with my face I open my mouth as she grabs the back of my head, and presses her big black cock into my waiting mouth. I have one hand around her cock and she removes my hand and I go to wrap both hands around her legs but she grabs both hands and holds them above my head.

“Let’s see how much you like getting your face fuck. I’m going to do everything you do to me. I’m going to treat you like a dirty little whore.”

With my arms helpless above my head and my mouth full of my wife’s cock. I was helpless to stop her fucking my mouth. Like I do to her when she used to give me blowjobs and just like I used to do each time she goes a little deeper and deeper with each thrust. I can feel the head of her dick poking the back of my throat causing me to gag.

“That’s it, choke on my big black cock. Let’s see how much of this cock you can swallow slut.”

Realizing her intention to try and make me swallow her whole dick I try to relax my throat and inhale when she’s bearing down on me. Literally trying to swallow her dick whole. Getting caught up in the coordination I don’t even realize the progress I’m making until she stops and slowly pulls my head deeper and I feel my nose touch her stomach and the fake balls hit my chin.

“Oh my god baby you just deepthroated a dick bigger than your own. You are such a cocksucker.”

She holds my face there and I start to realize I can’t breathe And try to pull back but she just holds my head tighter.

“Oh fuck just a bit longer babe. Hold it right there.. oh fuck that’s it. Don’t struggle. Oh fuck that’s so hot”

In a panic break free and push her hard away pulling her massive black cock out of my throat and I take a deep breath choking and coughing. I’m heaving on the floor.

“I’m sorry babe I just got caught up in the situation. Are you okay? That was just so hot and I’m really impressed.”

I put a thumb up and then a finger indicating I just need a minute. She helps me up to my feet and gets me to the bed but then aggressively pushes me over so I am bent over the bed with my feet on the floor.

“It’s time sweetie, I’m going to fuck you so hard with this big black cock. I want you to beg for it.” As she gives my ass a hard smack. “Beg for my cock up your ass”

“Please baby fuck my ass. Make me your filthy butt slut.” I beg wiggling my ass at her with my head turned to face her as she strokes her big cock with lube.

She steps up behind me and I face front to brace myself. I know I can take it but it’s still really big, much bigger than myself. I feel her slowly but firmly pressing the head of her big cock into me. She’s pressing and pressing and nothing is giving. Until it does. All at once she breaks the seal of my ass and with the momentum she quickly plunged deep into my ass jabing my prostate. My head jerks kayseri escort back in surprise and I feel my wife nearly fall on top of me.

“I’m sorry baby did that hurt? It wasn’t going in. I didn’t expect it to just plunge in. Are you okay?”

I can only nod my head

“Good.”

I feel her kissing my back as she stands up and sensually dragging her hands down my back to my hips giving my ass cheek a firm slap.

“Mmm I love having you bent over in front of me. I feel so powerful being in control. I feel her hand reach around and touch my rock hard erection and she grabs it and gives it a few strokes before returning her hands to my hips and pushing me away before violently pulling me back onto her shaft. Plumbing her big black cock deep inside of me.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard bitch. I’m not stopping until I cum hands free just like you did last night. I don’t care how many times you cum I’m the one in control. You are my bitch. Say it whore. Say you’re my bitch. “

” I’m. Your..ah. Bitch. I’m. Ah. Your. Cock. Sucking. Hmm. Ass. Fucking. Whore. Please. Make. Me. Cum. Like. Your. Anal. Whore. Slut. ” I reply to the beat she sets out with every thrust into me.

“Yes, that’s right. You’re my bitch. I have a bigger cock makes me the one in control. You’re my anal whore. I’m going to make you cum like a girl.”

It felt like we were fucking like this for a long time because I could feel my wife slowing down. getting tired with all the pumping she was giving me. I turned back to face her and asked if she wanted to change positions. She agreed and pulled out of me. I just hung there feeling the emptiness in my ass. I clenched involuntarily feeling my rectum struggle to close all the way. I was well stretched out.

I felt my wife crawl onto the bed and lay on her back and grasp her standing cock at the base and wave it in the air beckoning to sit on it. I smile and crawl up on the bed and then straddle her. I liked this position because I really did feel what she must feel like when she is in this position. I curl back to guide her thick member into my ass.

Once I got the head lodged in, I slowly lowered myself down. but I didn’t get very far before my wife in her impatience bucked up hard into me, causing me to roll my head back and gasp and moan. Keeping her cock balls deep inside of me we lower down my own hard dick resting on her stomach.she grabs my prick and gives it a little squeeze before slowly stroking it.

“ride my cock. But don’t you dare cum yet I have a plan for when you are ready to cum first.”

She said at first that she really expected me to cum more than once, which I have done but it took a lot of work and none of us wanted to reach that point.

I took up my charge and started to grind on my wife’s cock which allowed for her to keep her hand still and while I was fucking myself in the ass I was fucking her hand at the same time.

when she released my dick I looked disappointed and she put her hands on my hips and I could tell she was preparing to buck into me. I raised myself off just a little to provide the room for her and then it happened, hard. I leaned over her and she wrapped her arms around me as she bucked and pumped into me.

“Do you like that? Do you escort kayseri like how deep my cock is inside you? You better not cum.”

That was a hard task because in this position every thrust was hitting my prostate. It really was like she was hitting a g-spot in me. I was panting hard and I was nodding. I couldn’t speak.

“Are you gonna cum baby? Are you gonna cum like a little whore getting her ass fucked?”

I just nodded harder. I could feel the pressure building. I really was going to cum. What helped was that my dick was trapped between us and it was getting stroked from the friction, but then she stopped suddenly. Not to be deterred I tried taking over trying to finish but she pushed me off of her. I fell onto my side and my wife got up so fast and grabbed something off the counter and positioned it on the wall. Then she rolled me onto my back, positioning my face just under the other big black dildo she stuck to the wall. I looked up at her and she was raising my legs up into the air and putting a pillow under my back. I was now inverted with my legs in the air and the dick on the wall poking my chin. It was as big as the one in my ass and this came all the way from the top of my head to my chin.

“Im going to fuck you until you cum. I want you to suck on that cock while I do it. Deepthroat that cock like you deepthroated me. A fucking whore like you should be able to handle 2 big black cocks at once.”

With a single push my wife shoved her cock inside of me and I took the other cock into my mouth. With every thrust from my wife it was driving the other cock into my throat. I was getting fucked from both ends and I could feel that pressure building up again.

“That’s it slut take that cock. I want you to cum from taking all this dick. You are such a whore.”

I was moaning so much it was obvious I was about to cum. My wife, recognizing the situation, raised my legs up higher over my head. Now she was piledriving me even harder. I could barely hold the other dick into my mouth from this angle but I was focused on my building orgasm. Just as I felt the point of no return, I realized my wife’s plan.

My own dick was pointing right at my face. Before I could do anything else I shot my first load and like an on controlled hose it just kept spraying. Shot after shot after shot, load after load hitting my face covering my lips and cheeks and nose in strings of cum. As my orgasm abated my wife grabbed my dick and stroked it fast and hard making a few more loads of cum drip out onto my face. My face was glazed with white stringy jizz.

She lowered my legs down and let me catch my breath, which was easier with my body not curled in on itself. I just laid there panting taking in the situation I was in. I don’t know how I felt about this. I didn’t hate it like I thought I should. Then I felt my wife lay on top of me.

“That was such a hot baby. Are you okay? I didn’t know how you might take that. It was so hot I nearly came myself.”

She apparently likes it so I guess I liked it too.

“I’m fine actually. That was intense. I wasn’t expecting that or that much.”

“Oh good I’m glad…but there is one problem.” she said as she raised herself up. “The deal was we weren’t going to stop until I came kayseri escort bayan and I didnt so…” and at that she rolled me over and brought my hips up and tried to push into me again.

Not expecting my hole to be as tight as it was from orgasming. “oh baby you are so tight I can barely get it back in….oh there it goes. You’re ass was made for getting fucked.”

She grabbed my head and pointed it up to the cock on the wall and I got the idea. She wanted to spit roast me. So I opened my mouth and took it back into my throat with every thrust into the wall.

“Oh god, that’s so hot! You look so hot sucking that dick with your face covered in cum like a whore. Is that what you are? A cum covered whore?”

She leans over me and pulls my head back enough to look at her and whisper in my ear but not enough to dislodge the dick in my mouth.

“Imagine this for real. You getting fucked in the ass while you suck a real cock with another mans cum plastering your face. Oh fuck that would be so hot. Would you like that baby? Would you let me film you getting fucked from both ends by two big black cocks like a sissy faggot? Oh fuck thats it! Oh tell me you want to be my sissy faggot. I’m going to cum!”

Willing to just play along, I tell her what she wants to hear.

“Yes baby! I want to be your sissy faggot. I want to get fucked for real. I want you to pimp me out.”

“You wanna get gangbanged by black guys? Faggot! Oh fuck! Yes, just like that!”

My wife is now hammering away at my ass. I have cum running into my eyes and into my mouth and I’m choking on a hard dildo. But I can tell she is about to cum and to my surprise I think I am too. So I keep going.

“Yes baby, Fuck my ass. Prepare my ass for the real thing. Make me your bitch. Im a dirty little slut and I love getting fucked in the ass.”

“…And you want to be fucked by black men…”

“Yes baby, I want black men to run a train on me. I want to be gangbanged like the sissy white faggot I am. Fuck me baby! Harder! Harder! I’m cumming.”

My wife doesn’t stop her abuse of my ass as I orgasm but this time I’m not squirting. I can feel it just spilling out of my slapping semi hard penis. Then my wife stiffens and holds me tight and I realize as my ass is squeezing her big black rubber cock that she is cumming too. We hold there for what seems like a long time panting and moaning and spasming. Then we both collapse in a mess on the bed. I fell right into the pool of my own cum but I have it on my face so what does it matter now?

Once we finally catch our breathes I roll over to my wife clearly in ecstasy and I ask her, “do you really want to watch me get fucked by a man?”

I hear her catch her breath and obviously trying to think of the right thing to say. she does, why else would she hesitate?

“I mean I thought it would be hot but I hadn’t really thought of it. I mean, would you be open to that?”

“Uh, I dont know, Im not gay. Just because I, apparently, like it when you fuck me doesn’t make me gay. but…”

“Yeah?”

“I mean maybe if you were into it but I don’t know.”

“We don’t have to talk about it. It’s not a big deal. I just got caught up in the moment. Being so dominant.”

“Oh, okay yeah I get that”

We just lay there in silence for a bit when her phone rings. Grumbling, she rolls over and sighs.

“It’s my sister…hey sis, what’s up? no you’re not interrupting anything. what? Yeah we have a guest room why? You need a place to stay? For how long?……”

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